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Golden Eyed Scout wrote:So when are we allowed to post again?

I would assume ghostly is going to write the next post,and reveal what happens to us, based on our collective replies to his PM.

...of course I could be wrong.

That makes sense so if only one decides to stay, he gets OM NOM NOM NOMED while everybody else goes "Cheese it"

FM Ninja 048 wrote:That makes sense so if only one decides to stay, he gets OM NOM NOM NOMED while everybody else goes "Cheese it"

Exactly ..IMO it's the most logical way to resolve the situation,since if each pearson were to post their characters actions it would most likely end up a jumbled mess with half the post contridicting the other half.

OCC: I'm going with the cheese it option. While the plan was good that wave of corpses makes me think feth the plan and just get out of there

That dirt bike can catch up with the others

OOC: ok the results are in, but before i post anything, im gonna point out a couple of things. Firstly, leaving someone behind to be, as FM ninja put it, OM NOM NOM'd is all well and good, but maybe 15 dead can surround a body to eat it, but the rest....nah they'd carry on coming. Secondly, grenades are a good choice, but grenades kill by spraying shrapnel. This would have limited effectiveness to a zombies, as being torn in half is jsut a hinderance. Headshots people!

Onto the results - its a tie breaker between standing and fighting, and running for the bunker. so im gonna flip me a coin

2 secs.

Run for the bunker it is.

Now to point out how evil and untrusting you all are

2 people in your group have elected 2 others to be thrown to the proverbial wolves whilst you run for your lives. Now im not gonna reveal who they are, but one of the two WILL be left behind. Of course theirs still the potential chance that others will still die.


So the results are in -

your running for your lives through the tree's in an attempt to get to the bunker, one person will betray you, and one person may die - its all down to my little coin

In regards to Not_u and FM ninja, you two better get out of the town, Dervish is a dead man, and you will be if you dont high tail it ASAP.

Right before i post anything up, im off to have a shower, and brush my teeth.

Naomie woke suddenly, the manegers office was dark lit only by the lights from the monitors, on the monitor just visable as couple of pixels on the horizon all of the cameras their was another small group at the side but they could out run them on the bike the monitors also showed clear at the back so she woke N up.

"we need to get out of here" she said "if we wait any longer we'll be surrounded, so we have to leave on the bike, it still has half a tank of gas left so we'll be able to get pretty far oput of town"

"ok, lets get packed up" he replyed, they packed what they could carry and pulled the bike out from behind the counter

"we're gonna go out the back, but listen, as we leave we gotta light this place up, if we get lucky the whole town will go up and burn down some of the hoard, if not we just made the world's biggest signal fire...grab a bit off that hose as well, we might might need it when we run outta gas.

Naomie lined up the bike with the back door and put the stand down then grabbing a lighter from the Ciggarette stand behind the counter, lighting the folders under the counter on fire. she then got back on the bike she grabbed a bottle of whisky off the shelve,

its the end of the world what else you gonna do she thought she thought she started the engine and N fired the grenade launcher, it made a sizeable hole in the barricade and they gunned the engine and zoomed down the grass at the back of the buildings one of the faster zombies gave chase

"oh sh*t, one of thems comin after us" N yelled, thier was a definate tone of terror in his voice

OOC we're on the main road heading out to the right, I inteand for the to hear the gunshots from the other group after ghosty posts up as we can then all meet up making it easier

OOC: I feel really cruel, but this is the way it’ll go.

The zombies were sprinting straight at them, mouths agape, slavour and bile foaming up from between their cracked lips. Their bloodshot eyes fixed on the collective throats of the survivors. One pulled into the lead, its bulk considerably larger than the rest. It was built like a brick privy, huge thick muscles covering its gargantum frame. It ran on all fours, and grunted like an animal. 20 seconds and they’d over run into them.

“What the f*ck do we do?!” howled Patrick, even as he took pot-shots at the horde.
He glanced at Fitzz who was staring woodenly at Spook.
“Screw it, follow me!” roared David who proceeded to sprint through the bracken to the left. Patrick charged after him, placing his life in the hands of a boy he had known for a day, maybe less. Sil seemed to make his mind up, and followed after them, shoulder barging into Fitzz as he passed.
15 seconds and they’d be on top of them. Spook stared at Fitzz, and Fitzz stared at Spook. Both realised what the other was about to do. Both had the same idea formulating in their minds.

They wouldn’t be able to out run the ghouls.

And both Spook and Fitzz had formulated the same plan. They both reached for their guns.

****

Patrick pulled ahead of David in their mad rush through the bracken, and presently, so had Sil. David’s injuries were slowing him down, each step was agonising pain. Suddenly the air was punctuated by a pair of gunshots, followed by a hollow boom of a grenade going off. He span on the spot, and looked through the undergrowth for any sign of the large Biker, and the other. He couldn’t see anything. Shrugging, he turned and crashed through the forest after Sil and Patrick…

****

Fitzz had been quicker; he’d pulled his gun out and fired twice before Spook had even unclipped his own weapon. He watched for a second as the man slumped to his knees, blood foaming from between his lips. He then turned and crashed after the others.

Spook watched him go, and turned to look at the oncoming swarm with grim resignation. The lead Ghoul slammed into him, and tore his arms off in a heart beat. A dozen others leapt onto Spook and ripped him apart in a few short seconds, revelling in the fountain of gore, as they chewed on his flesh. The rest charged after Fitzz into the forest, who wasn’t as fast as he had hoped. Fitzz span round and loosed off a couple of shots wildly, uncaring if they even hit anything. The horde swarmed into him, and all seemed lost…


Patrick collided with the wall with a loud crack. Groaning he staggered back and looked at what he had just run into. It seemed to be a small building, sunk deep into the ground, held together with large concrete buttresses. In a daze, he pulled at a large net of ivy, tearing free large chunks, to reveal what was underneath it. A small Iron door, with a lever.

‘A bunker!’ He thought, as he opened the door. A musty smell poured out. It seemed that know one hade been in here for a while. Sil burst into the clearing, took it all in and entered into the bunker first. He disappeared into the cool darkness below. David staggered through the vegetation a second later, holding his chest, face contort with agony. His ribs had ground together painfully in his flight through the forest.

“Wheres Fitzz?!”

David shook his head sadly, and entered into the bunker.

“Sh*t man, not Fitzz…”

He clambered down into the dark confines, and closed the door behind him, sealing them in the pitch black…

****

The swarm slammed into Fitzz, and he was thrown into a ditch in a pile of flailing limbs, heads and bodies. He felt, with a groan, several sets of teeth tear into his flesh, and bloody chunks come clean. He fired his gun madly, until the clip was spent. Hundreds of the f*cking madmen were leaping onto the pile, and he felt himself being crushed by the weight. As his ribs began to creak under the strain, he pulled a grenade from his belt, and with shaking hands began to pull the pin…

His ribs shattered, and his lungs were perforated with a hundred pieces of bone shrapnel. Blood dribbled out of his mouth, and with his last breath he yanked the pin from the grenade.

(boom)

OOC: Okay, 2 dead, and a chunk of the swarm dead. I really bet you didn’t see that coming, did you? Its a shame to kill off Fitzz, as he's a barrel of laughs, and a great RPer, but it just felt....right i suppose.

OCC: And there you have uncovered the reasoning behind the grenade launcher. Head shots can be difficult and being able to incapacitate a bunch withone shot rather then several is pretty handy.

Don't know what FM is doing but I might as well write something up before you come back

Also they are fleeing East as the map shows right, or is that seperate map to the west?

IC:
N paced up and down inside the shop. "What the hell is your problem?" snapped Naomi. "It just feels like trying to wait out the night here might be a mistake. We don't know how many would be around us in the morning" replied N.

He stopped pacing. "That's it, we're getting out of here" said N. "And to where?" asked Naomi, with a slight tone of annoyance. "East, I guess. It looked like they were coming from the west. Plus we're on the edge of town, the further away from populated areas the better" said N looking around. He started to check the supply cabnets in the back room. The place sold lawnmowers perhaps they had some gas around the place for demonstrations. Or judging by the weapons they found, someone tried to hold out here and didn't make it, otherwise the weapons would be gone.

N returned shortly with two large cans of gas. "Look what I found" he said. "That solves one problem" said Naomi. N filled the tank with the gas, the two cans were full and it only took half of one to refill the bike's tank. Naomi had said that she thought there was half a tank left earlier so N figured that each one of these cans could fill the bike.

"Ok start the bike and stay back from the enterance; I'm going to blast it open with a grenade" said N. Naomi nodded. The two sat on the bike and it's engine growled to life. "Are you sure about this?" asked Naomi. "Not really, but it beats laying around here until we die, I'm just not comfortable with that sewer entrance. I can see them coming through it during the night and trapping us. Our best bet is to keep moving and find some more survivors" said N, shortly followed by the sound of a grenade punching through the doorway. The backwheel span as the bike launched forward through the smoking hole. N had let go of the grenade launcher and let it rest over his shoulder via the strap so as to use his lead pipe; a weapon more suitable to riding on the back of the bike.

They sped around a courner, They had to pass some of them. N expected them to all be slow and shuffle around like in the movies but a couple ran. N lighted a couple of the spike bombs and threw them back at them. Eventually they vanished into the distance behind them with a few quick orange flashes. Before long they were on one of the main roads leading out of town. A few red lights seemed to appear in the distance. They looked like tail lights. N wasn't sure if they should approach them quickly or not. All he knew was they were between these "cars" and most likely a wave of the undead.

OOC Damn I forgot about the spike bombs, i'll edit that last bit out of my post but yeah I just set the store on fire as we left so we could burn some of the zombies down, I doubt zombies can put out fires.

also notice how a small horde happened to apear next to us when we decided to camp in the shop, this is gonna get hard

OCC: We passed them. If that map is on the east of town then we're on that main road. But yeah there's a little hoard near the other guys that were there.

OCC: Ghosty, you could use those cars I mentioned in the distance in my last story post to cycle in the players that were waiting for a gap.

[OOC: Shame, I was looking forward to where the Fitzz/Sil "I know him from somewhere" was going to go. Also Fitzz was a good RP'er.

RIP Fitzz, hope you are able to cycle back into the game soon ]

Uh-oh. I'm about 6 pages behind now. Anyone care to fill me in? I'll probably just drop out if too much has happened, but we'll see

Well basically we ended in two groups. Me and FM Ninja, and then other guys. They seemed to have gone west or something and I thought they went east. The last map showing that going west would be stupid so I just went east

Probably not such a good idea to write yourself in at the town itself as its pretty much over run now. But, in my last story post I did write in a way to let the new guys cycle in. That's if Ghosty is ok with it.

Unfortunately Spook just died DarkVoid.

I managed to keep him alive until Ghosty took control of the situation and got him eaten.

...

Well, that epic sucks. Noone tell me that this was last night or something.

Ah well, I'll just RP a friend or relative of his or something, if I can be bothered to join in again. We'll see :/

To be honest, I think everyone else is going to die soon, since 2 people are in the middle of a huge swarm, and everyone else are in a bunker in the middle of nowhere surrounded by the undead, possibly trapped inside with undead/bad people too, with little to no supplies, and apparently no power/light as of yet

Maybe I could come in as a leader/member of some military run group of survivers and wtfpwn the zombs to save y'all?

Hey dark, dont worry, a Remake will be impending, though i really wanna play as a survivor.... *shrugs*



Zombie college......it'll happen

I don't mind being DM for the next one.

Hey I wanna try, I think it would be fun and give me an exuse to watch more movies

Ghosty is an awsome GM though, will he be as good when he doesn't know whats going on

The decision to kill off Fitzz was incorrect, if anything, I would have blown David's head off.

Good RP, ghosty, had a lot of fun. Its pretty much over now, since we are all trapped with no where to go, and the other guy who actually knew how to work a gun and be useful is dead.

Oh, cool. When you guys mean "remake" you mean the same but again? Bit boring IMO, even though I didn't get to enjoy it anyways.

I don't mind which of you is DM, Ghosty, Silver - you guys both rock at RPing anywayz.

Ahh it would have been logical to kill of dave, however, from my experiance, characters in horror films never do the logical, theyre ilogical. I mean take the classic example.

A mysterious scratching is coming from behind a blood splattered door.

"Dont go in there mary-sue! Dont go in!"

Mary-sue opens the door.

Ilogical. If you were in that situation, wouldnt you barricade the door, and run for your life? So in a similar vein, i decided to do the ilogical. Plus, it may have been a bad call, but i can choose to display favoriteism on some over others, other wise it would have been unfair on darkvoid, and scarper.

Right, im gonna make a new thread for discussing the C and C of this (and hopefully many others) thread. I'd like to hear what you guys thought,

I thought it was unfair!



Nah, jokin'. Wish I coulda actually been active in this RP though. I mean, 6 pages in 5 days is pretty fast. Ah well, looking forward to the next one. Hurry up and make it already!

I want to find out whut people thought of the currant one, and if its worth continueing tbh.

Well, you could do one that takes place in a different country, but starts at the same time this one did... might even get a few pages WITHOUT zombie spam... and I can use Spooks' brother, Shadow!

Well, from the small amount of participation I had in this thread, I enjoyed it, and it was really building up. I'm just sadface that I missed it.

I totally think you should go for another one! I'd be the first there.

The game ain't over till we all dead. Or undead as the case may be.

Dave slumped against the wall, holding his midsection.

Motherfethermotherfether. These will take time to heal up.

Dave looked over at the otehr guy. Sil is what Fitzz had called him.

He held out his hand.

"David Laurie. Pleasure to meet you, though I wish it were under much different circumstances."

Sil returned the handshake.

"Sil. Same here."

They were in a narrow corridor in the bunker. Dave could faintly hear the sound of the horde outside.
He didn't feel safe, even with the thick concrete walls and iron door.

"Got a flashlight or lighter?" Dave asked.

Sil shook his head no.

"We'll just have to wait for our night vision to come on. Here." Dave handed him the small pistol Fitzz had gifted him.
"Four shots. Three for an enemy, one for you if it comes down to that. You follow?"

Sil nodded. Dave cocked his pistol, and moved left down the hallway. He could make out doors on either side. Sil followed.

The hallway got wider as they moved down it. Dave slowly began to identify shapes in the murky depth of the corridor.

He heard Sil cock the pistol. Dave took his knife in one hand.

The thunderous cacophony of the firearm discharge in the confined space filled the entire bunker.

If their was anything hiding in the bunker, it was most certainly aware of their presence now.

Patrick saw them leave, just left him there, sitting there, wimpering.

Fitzz was gone, the only one who had a brain.

Patrick took is butterfly knife out of his pocket, and dropped his rifle. He took out his Taurus.

He followed them, seeing them walk. He walked right behind the boy, driving the knife straight through the back of his neck.

Sil spun, but just took a bullet straight to the head.

He took smokey out of the backpack, and slumped to the floor and cried, hugging him.

He held smokey tight, and snapped his neck, wailing with sadness.

He put the pistol to his head, and ended it all.