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**HellsGuardian316**

Dave and Merle went up slowly up the creeking stairs to the attic of the church, everything seemed to be a misty grey colour as light streaked in through the cracks strewn throughout the roofing as dust floated around them. Through the dim light Dave could just about make out the makeshift generator and controller, the whole thing looked like it had been made hastily without much consideration for it working long term.

As he stepped in through the doorway he hesitated and looked back, checking to see that Merle was still behind him. He was, giving a look of "why the hell are you stopping" as Dave turned back and gingerly walked across the attic space to the generator, his eyes cast downwards to ensure he didn't step on a loose board.

Reaching the Generator, Merle unpacked his gear and started inspected the gearing and mechanics while Dave pulled open the makeshift control panel and began to repair the wiring that had become loose from a mishap of bad wiring.

It took well over an hour for them both to repair the generator, for the most part Merle stood patiently having already finished his task as Dave finally closed the panel. "Let's fire him up" Dave said.

After several false starts the generator finally spluttered into life and remained on this time.

**ineptus astartes**

“Sure, that’t be great.” Said Mark, “All I need is the battery for a circular saw, do have one?” he said, as he split the first log into half, and laid it down, then layng a second on top of that, while nailgunning them in, and melting the nails with the blowtorch.

**Nicholas**

Part two of the event.

As soon as the generator fired up the perimeter alarms were activated. They started wailing almost immediately. Inside the church the old man said, "They're coming,"

The survivors fixing the wall could see torches in the woods beyond. They were coming towards them fast. They would be here before the others could make it to the west side of the wall, and there was a lot of them. Soon the barbaric cries were heard along with insane laughter.

**black templar**

"Your lucky i have one left ill go get it." Sam Replied he went back to his shop and grabbed the battery and took it back to Mark.
"Thanks sam" Replied mark

**ineptus astartes**

The sirens started wailing, and cackaling could be heard. “Oh, gak!” Yelled Mark, and ran for his wepons.
Not waiting for Sam, he rushed to his vehicle and began piling the logs around it until it made a box, shape barricade, he then tore off down the street to the church and racked the slide on his homemade SAW. Running to the large double doors, he hollered up “THEY ARE FETHING BACK!”

**black templar**

Sam ran to his family locked the door then went to his shop and grabbed a AA-12, AK-47SU and a 9mm. He went to the roof and set up attaching a scope on his AK-47SU if all fails he would set up the 30-cal mounted turret and hose them down for now he waited.

He saw the scum running to the wall. With care Sam aimed for the head and heart to make them stay down the first kill was a bezerker carrying two axes his brain splatted all over the other raiders. Their sick laughter entered the deepest areas of Sam's soul. Sam hit the the trigger for singleshot to full-auto shreading the sick, twisted creatures to blood soaked corpses.

**HellsGuardian316**

Dave turned around, looking in the direction of the siren, he thought it was a automatic response to the power being switched back on, a bit like a burlger alarm when you mess with its power supply. descending the stairs slowly, he soon realised it wasn't a false alarm when he saw and heard the fellow survivors running around preparing for an attack.

Checking his gun for ammo instinctively he ran out the building, following the others who were already far ahead of him.

**lord commissar klimino**

jasson dropped his tools when he saw the flames "feth." running into his house,e grabbed his rifle (im dropping the shotgun and knife,bu will get them later) and made sure it was loaded. he then slowly aimed out his window and aimed at the on coming enemies. as soon as they got close he unleashed his fire,shooting fo the closest target and taking time to aim his shots. "feth,how many are th-whoa!" he said as a shot flew past his ear. ducking for cover he bit his lip and pulled out his judge. he quickly stood up and fired at a person who was closer than he wanted. ducking back down,he mumbled "if i had any worse luck id have a bullet in me."

**Nicholas**

Although the town is surrounded it seemed as if the main force of the raiders was coming from the west.

**ineptus astartes**

Sprinting up the stairs of the curch, mark got in the belltower and seght his sights on his home. Several raiders were there. Raising the SAW he let of a burst of shots, three raiders dropped, byt two more hightailed it. Scrambling down the stairs again, he ran full tilt back to his house, and when he gort there, dove into his SUV just behind the Raiders. Slamming the metal sheets over the widows he lay back as the insane rioter pounded on the car with their fists. Opening a small hatch in the floor, Mark dropped down onto the dirt below his car, reaching up again, he grabbed two bottles of vodka and stuck a rag in each. Then, he turned the rags upside down and shoved them on oppeiset sides of the car. A quick blast from the torch ignited them, the horrible screams of men being burnt alive greeted his ears as he crawled out from under the car. He absentmidely drew his bowi Knife and flung stabbed a torched lunaticin the eye. He then tuned his attention to another, swinging a shotgun in his direction and put a colt round in the mans groin. He walked over, grabbed the shotgun and retired to his armored SUV for the night

**Kasrkai**

Merle checked his gun. Twelve shells in the tubes, six buckshots and six slugs, and twenty more in his picket. He probably had a dozen or more in his bag, but he wouldn't have time for that. As Mark flew down the stairs, he ascended the stairs to the bell-tower. He reached the top, and hit the deck as a strew of bullets landed across the tower, one grazing his shoulder, sending a streak of burning pain through his body. He ignored it, flipping the under switch for the top tube. Slugs. He leaned over the rotting railing, and took aim. The raiders were pretty much every where, but they were thick around the west wall. He saw several holding it out, and doing it well. He helped out, pumping his shotgun as he took aim. A smarter raider had snuck around, over the wall. Merle pulled the trigger, the raiders entire right shoulder, and part of his head, turned to mulch. Merle reeled slightly. He thought crazy gak like that only happened in movies and games. Either way, he kept firing, dropping three more, missing twice. He flipped the switch to the under tube, as he climbed down the ladder to the stair well.

**ineptus astartes**

I assume this is afer I left the tower?

**Kasrkai**

Yes, I mentioned you leaving.

**Skycrawler**

Johann heard the cries of the approaching enemies and after tucking the hammer in his belt, whipped his rifle around, chambering a round. He then ran towards the church so he could climb up high where he would have a good view of the town, and a good field of fire. The bullets shrieked past tearing into the ground and kicking up dust, but miraculously none of them hit him. Spinning on his heel Johann dropped to the ground behind a pile of bricks and peered through his scope.

The enemies were advancing fast. Scanning the horde,Johann tried to find a leader but couldn't identify one so he just shot at the nearest foe. He swore when the bullet smashed into the ground a good foot short of its intended target. Johann worked the bolt of his rifle and readjusted his aim. This time when he squeezed the trigger the round struck true. The raider dropped dead and his fellows swarmed past.

Johann decided his position was no longer safe and got up to run. Unfortunately a raider had closed the distance and jumped on him, sending him sprawling on the ground. the raider tore at him with a savage ferocity, leaving bloody furrows in Johann's skin. Groping around for something to defend himself with, Johann's hand brushes the hammer he had tucked into his belt. With all his fury he brought the hammer down on the raiders head, mixing blood and bone and brains. Horrified Johann shoved the dead raider off and continued his sprint to the church.

**Nicholas**

Third part of event 1.

"You lied to me old man!" Suddenly a voice was heard booming over the conflict. An armored bus had stopped in front of the hole left in the west wall. The speakers attached to it's roof was the source of the voice. "I don't like when people skip out on their debts, you old bastard. To make it worse now Wrath has sent his dogs after me. I expect that was you too. I don't care how many men you found to save your ass, nobody messes with me!"

The raiders seemed excited by the voice, and screaming maniacally headed to the church. More and more seemed to come from the trees.

"Bring them all to me, dead or otherwise. Except the old bastard, I want him alive."

**black templar**

Sam see's a survivor holding off some raiders with his pistol. Sam turns and fires at the raiders around him but it was no good some dogs came running up to him and leaped on him. Their jagged teeth and claws tore his body open and blood spraying everywhere his screams echoed. The raiders only laughed at the chilling death, Sam grabbed the 30-cal he had set up and fired the dogs and raiders died in a hail of fire. Suddenly Sam saw a raider kick in the door of his home, Sam leaped from the roof of his shop and ran in his home he saw the raider trying to rip his wife’s clothes off. Sam grabbed the raider in anger repeatedly punched the raider in the face. The raider dropped to floor covered in blood Sam lifted his rifle and used the butt of the gun to beat the life out of the raider. The bloody corpse of the raider twitched and each time it did Sam hit it. Raiders ran into the house but each one fell as the rounds hit them. Sam gave his wife two weapons and ammo he left to help more survivors. Sam looked out the door and see’s no raiders near the house but he saw Mark fighting hordes near the church, Sam grabs a tear-gas grenade and throws it near the area the raiders where coming from the choking coughs from the raiders. Sam runs up to Mark
“You need some help??” Sam asked
“Yer Thanks” Mark Replied
“I have ammo here” Sam says passing ammo to Mark

**Skycrawler**

Johann had burst into the church and sprinted up the stairs into the bell-tower just in time to hear the booming voice. Peeking out of the tower Johann looked around until he found the source of the noise. Raising his trusty mosin-nagant, Johann took careful aim at a raider, and slowly squeezed the trigger.

His rifle kicked as the bullet flew towards its target. Johann's aim must have been off however because the round hit the raider in the left knee rather than the chest where Johann had been aiming. Johann cursed as he worked the bolt and prepared to finish the downed raider.

**HellsGuardian316**

Dave was gaining ground on the west wall, spying several of the invaders running in through the gap and suddenly he thought to himself "Why the hell I am running too them?!?!"

He stopped running, squatting down behind a broken brick wall where he would not directly be seen. Seeing several of the survivors returning fire to protect themselves from the invading hoard of raiding madmen. Dave wasn't the bravest of men, killing wasn't something that sat well with him, even the few he had been forced to kill on his travels still haunted him, making his stomach retch everytime he thought about it.

Slowly he turned and propped his gun on top of the wall, taking aim as his hands trembled, his stomach churning violently as he whipsered to himself softly to try and calm his own nerves. "They're not human, they're not human, it's for the best, it's either me or them..." he whispered, depressing the trigger and taking shots at the enemy, the shots that missed doing nothing to distract them as dust and stone flicked upward from the poor shot. The shots that did hit only made them stumble with grazes or flesh wounds ... he was a poor marksman and he knew it. He doubted if he would even manage to get a kill from this distance which in itself he could not decide if that was a good or bad thing.

**Kasrkai**

Merle sat quietly in the closet of the church, hearing a lot of gun fire and screaming. It wasn't so much that he was afraid of dying, as he didn't want to do it yet.

**ineptus astartes**

picking up a pair of P-22s that one raider had ben weilding, Mark slung them into his car, along with the raider's backpack. drawing his revolver, he locked he doors and sat in the ack, going through the contents.

a box of extra magazines for their pistols, a Lupora as well as ammunition, a small switchblade, a flare gun, fully loaded and several pieces of jewelry

**Skycrawler**

Johann adjusted his sights, aimed at another raider and fired. This time the bullet struck where he wanted it and the raider dropped dead. "They are just animals", he told himself "Like the deer you would hunt ... just animals."

Johann moved around to check on his shelter. When he saw that the raiders had torn it down he became very angry. *worked all frickin afternoon on that thing*, he thought as he dropped another raider. He tried to chamber another round and pulled the trigger... nothing. He sighed and dug through his backpack for the small ammo box that he had carried with him. Opening it he realized he was down to his last ten bullets and a few cherry bombs. Things were going downhill for him and fast.

**ineptus astartes**

Taking a roll of Duct Tape, Mark taped the pistols together, forming a double-barrled weapon, a quick last with the torch melted the undersides of the barrels together, than he racked both slides at once, chambering two rounds. loading the Lupara, Mark rammed that into the backpack, then picked up his A-80 and walked outside, dragging a large empty tank and a hose with him.

sneaking to the raider's bus, he hid himself behind some rubble, and watched the leader get shot at by somebody. he sprinted over to the underside, produced a small silencer, and fitted it onto he assault rifle, pressing the barrel against the gas tank he fired.

the gunshot was as loud as ever, but due to the silencer, it was impossible to tell where it had came from, the carnage about town helped too.

yanking the rifle away from the hole, he stuck the business end of the hose into it . and the massive tank began to fill up with gasoline.

**Nicholas**

Final part of first event.

Although the survivors fought valiantly numbers were bogging them down. The bulk of the raiders were almost to the church. Mark, while stealing gas from the bus, was knocked out from behind, Johann now out of ammo was surrounded, Dave hesitating to shoot a woman he had injured was clubbed over the back of the head, Sam after hiding away his family was disarmed by a brute of a man. Those who were captured were rounded up and brought to the church.

Through the doors came an imposing figure. From it's shape it looked as if it used to be a man, yet black patches of exoskeleton had formed over it's skin and spines covered it's arms. The face, however, was oddly human against the black body. It's voice was the same as the one from the bus.
"Old man, what's with the look. Stand up and hug your son!" It said completely ignoring you, even with it's inhuman frame, it's posture was pure arrogance. It laughed and shot the old man once in the chest. The raiders around you were getting hyped up now firing guns into the air. One almost slit Mark's throat until their leader shot the knife wielding raider. "I said don't touch we're having a party later and need all the entertainment possible. Isn't that right old bastard." He went to shoot the crippled man again, but his aim was thrown off by an explosion, foolowed by a voice that boomed from outside.

"Greeeed!" it roared, "Don't make me come inside, It's much too far a walk to take your head."

"Damn it, I thought the bastard was supposed to be lazy. feth, go get him you idiots." The raiders rushed to the doors, before they exploded inwards. "gak, didn't think she'd come too." The beast ran to the back of the church and burst through the window, as his men retreated.

**Kasrkai**

Merle was shaking. He had heard the whole thing, and thank god no-one heard him. He pushed the door open gently, and poked out his STG, the others still in the church. Some tied, some chained, others just gagged or standing around. He opened the door wide, and slid outside, the sounds of yelling raiders and gunshots still rather loud. He saw Dave tied to a chair, and began to untie him, and he tossed his knife to Sam so he could help out the others.

"Hey man, you alright?"

**ineptus astartes**

Mark dug into his backpack and pulled the Lupora. racking the modified shotgun's mechanism, he printed after his guns and precious gas that had been put on the alter, along with the other's weapons.

when his weapons had been gathered, he walked over to Johann and blasted the chains off with buckshot.

**Skycrawler**

Johann looked at the one called Mark and bobbed his head in a thankful nod. "Thanks", Johann said as he looked sadly at his rifle, "Now what to do about ammo..."

**Kasrkai**

Merle looked slyly at Johann.

"7.62 x .30?"

**Skycrawler**

Johann shook his head,"No she uses a 7.62x54mmr round. Got any of those lying around?" Johann looked at his rifle and realised it was rather dirty. *I need to clean you,* he thought as he waited for Merle's reply.

**Kasrkai**

Merle rubbed his chin thoughtfully, the stubble dirty and needing a trim. He dug in his bag a moment. Stupid NATO, making all the lame ass ammo. After a moment of picking around, he produced a small plastic bag, the words "Seven point six-two X four-five" printed on it in permanent marker. It was filled with brass bullets, a little red tip on most. "Ignore the 'four-five' thing. My bad. Anyway, these should do the trick. The red ones are anti-personal, so don't try to blow any cover." He tossed the plastic bag as he shut his own. "You're paying for those later." he said with a small grin.

**Skycrawler**

Johann grinned as he took the bag of ammunition. "thanks man," he said but in his mind he thought *how the hell am I supposed to pay for these* Johann then retreated into a corner and proceeded to strip his rifle and clean each of the components. When he was done with that he checked his scope and made sure it was still ok before reatatching it.