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Um.. shutup.


I forgot that part, but maybe it slipped her mind or whatever. I dunno, somebody else can think up a reason.

Enjoyed that quite a bit.


I'll get to RPing sometime today, in the next few hours most likely.

Dun DUN DUN!

good, now this could turn out very interesting [does Mr burns voice]

Excellent.

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Darkvoidof40k wrote:Excellent.

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Ha.

BIC:....

The force of the blast reverberated through the lumber camp forcing dozens to cover their ears as they dove for cover.

In the Med center Tombstone turned rapidly in the direction of the explosion.." What the feth!" the biker shouted,again trying..yet unable to get up from his bed.

Deadman cautiously peered from around the tank,a thick haze of smoke drifted on the opposite side of the fence where the walkers and the super beast had been.

" Are they dead?" a voice shouted from behind one of the buses " Are they fething Dead!?"

" They were dead when they fething got here!" Deadman shouted " Now shut the feth up and give me some cover!!"

The man,Jason..Deadman believed his name was,popped up from behind the bus and raised his weapon advancing slowly to the fence line.

Scratch and Cutter appeared,weapons raised,looking slightly confused..but ready to fight none the less " What the Feth happened!?" Scratch asked sighting his weapon in the direction of the smoke.

" Walkers" Deadman said peering into the haze, " couple dozen of 'em...and one of those big fethers too."

" Good thing we strung them claymores" Cutter mused.

Deadman nodded.moving cautiously closer to the fence.

A clawed hand the size of a Christmas Turkey reached from the smoke and grasped the fence.

" Feth me!!" Scratch yelled firing a sustained burst from his AK-47 towards the dim shape in front of him.

The Clawed hand spasmed,tearing at the chain link fence.

Cutter leveled the AA-12 in the direction of the creature and opened fire,the roar of the automatic shotgun deafening .

The group stood silently reloading their weapons quickly,waiting for the smoke to clear enough to see if the creature was indeed dead.

Phase one of Tombstones plan is about to take shape.

BIC:....

The moments drug by,and tension amongst the assembled group ran high,but eventually the cloud of smoke from the claymores detonation cleared and Deadman could see that the improvised explosives had indeed preformed excellently.

The majority of the walkers had simply been vaporized,an arm or leg were scattered here and there,but for the most part all that remained of the zombies was a huge reddish brown mass of indistinguishable mush.

The super beast had faired slightly better...it's entire lower half,from the chest down had been obliterated and most of it's left arm was gone,however it to was quite dead,the sustained barrage of gunfire had blasted most of it's head away.

Deadman tuned to Cutter.." Let's get one of those Bulldozers and drag that big fether away from the camp...I'll reset some claymores in case more of those bastards show up."

Cutter nodded " You know they will....once one bunch turns up...another isn't going to be to far behind.


Several moments later,the bikers and a half dozen of Halons men were outside the fences,several large chains had been hooked into the super beast and attached to the rear of one of the camps Bulldozers and Deadman watched as Cutter used the big earth mover to drag the remains of the mutated creature away into the woods.

The biker shook his head as he fixed a fresh batch of claymores into the trees " So much for a quiet day." he laughed to himself.

A startled yell came from the bikers right and he glanced down quickly to see one of Halons men stumble backwards and raise his weapon...a walker...well now it could only be referred to as a dragger..was pulling itself through the foliage towards the man.

Deadman thought quickly "Hold fire!!..Hold Fire!!" he yelled leaping down to the ground and rushing over to where the man stood weapon raised.

" What?...why?" The man asked puzzled.

" Just hold up...I have my reasons." Deadman said absently as he stared at the zombie.

The walker had been a recently fresh kill,dead for perhaps only a few weeks...Deadman smiled...it would do nicely.

As Cutter returned from dumping the super beast,Deadman rushed to the bulldozer and snatched a long spiked logging poll from the machines storage.

Advancing on the zombie as it drug itself along the forest canopy,Deadman examined the walker,it had been a young woman,and had obviously just turned...only been one of the walking dead a few weeks at most,it had been caught in the explosion when Deadmans claymores went off,but apparently been near the rear of the horde,it's lower legs were gone..and several ball bearings had passed through it's body....but yes...it would do just fine.

Deadman drove the sharpened hook through the walkers shoulder and begin dragging the ghoul back into the camp.

I like the way this is going Fitzz.

And...the plot thickens.

BIC:...


" What the feth do you think your doing with that thing!!" Jason shouted at the biker as he drug the thrashing walker into the camp.

" Just shoot the damn thing in the fething head!" The man yelled "Why are you bringing it in here?!!"

Deadman turned towards Jason,handing him the lumber pole..." Here..hold on to this..tightly" the biker said laughing.

Startled,the man almost lost his grip on the pole,but quickly grasped it and forced the zombie to the ground " What the hell are you doing?!!....Are you crazy?!!" he bellowed as Deadman rushed towards one of the storage sheds.

" Feth this." Jason said drawing his pistol and aiming it at the zombies head.

" Don't fething shoot it!!" Deadman yelled,appearing from the storage shed,in his hands he carried a welding mask,some gloves and a large hammer.

" I told you" Deadman said "We have plans for this little lady."

Jason watched as the biker slipped the heavy gloves and welding mask on " Turn her over" Deadman said.

" Huh?" Jason replied confused.

" Turn...the...dead...feth ...over" Deadman repeated " On her back."

Jason did as he was told,but continued staring at the biker as though he'd gone mad.

" This should make handling her a bit safer" Deadman said as he lifted the hammer and smashed it into the thrashing zombies mouth ,shattering it's teeth...several powerful blows later and the walkers mouth was a pulped destroyed mess...it's lower jaw completely gone.

Deadman tossed the hammer aside and shook off the bloody gloves..he raised the face shield of the welding mask and smiled at Jason " That should keep her from getting bitey."

The biker snatched the pole from the stunned mans hands and begin dragging the mutilated walker towards the med center.

" Fething crazy" Jason whispered "all of them are fething insane."

OOC:...


If any of you have ever seen Jaws ll...you should probably be able to figure out where I'm going with this.

WELL I ALREADY KNOW WHAT HE'S GOING TO DO SO I'M GOING TO SPOIL IT FOR EVERYBODY AND TELL YOU ALL!!!!!


He's going to make a zam sandwich.


In all seriousness, I do know what he's going to do. And it's going to be very, very interesting.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:WELL I ALREADY KNOW WHAT HE'S GOING TO DO SO I'M GOING TO SPOIL IT FOR EVERYBODY AND TELL YOU ALL!!!!!


He's going to make a zam sandwich.


In all seriousness, I do know what he's going to do. And it's going to be very, very interesting.

Zam sandwich?... ....no...the zam sandwiches come after the plan is executed...at the after party.

BIC:...

Deadman reached the doors of the Med Center and kicked the door as hard as he could to attract the attention of those inside.

Dr. Buckley was first to appear at the door and the man recoiled as he saw what Deadman had impaled on the pole he held tightly in his grasp.

" Just what is it you intend to do with that?" Buckley asked with a look of disgust on his face.

" Well.." Deadman answered " That's the kicker Doc...what I intend to do with it is extract some of it's blood....and you my friend are going to help me." the bikers smiled never faltered but took on a dangerous light.

"..Help you?" Buckley stammered " My boy...are you insane?!"

Deadman tilted his head,as if considering the Doctors question and then nodded " Yes...I think I am...I know that if you don't help me do this...I'll shoot you right here and now."

" This...this is how you repay a man after they've saved your friends?" Buckley said,his face turning a brick red shade.

" Doc." Deadman answered " I can't thank you enough for saving my friends...now...are you going to help me ...or not?"

" I suppose I have no choice." Buckley sighed.


Partll....


Cutter and Scratch joined Deadman inside the Med Center,and Together they managed to lift the mangled grasping ghoul onto a metal examination table and securely strap it down.

" You boys must understand the toxicity of these creatures blood." Dr. Buckley spoke " If their blood enters your blood stream your done for...there is no cure,this is why the infection spread so rapidly,the virus is contained in these creatures bodily fluids...in their saliva..wich makes their bite 100% fatal and of course in their blood."

Deadman nodded "That's what we're counting on Doc."

Buckley tilted his head puzzled.

" Like you said...if these things blood gets into someones body....they die."Deadman said " We plan to make sure that this things blood gets into someones body...repeatedly."

Buckley frowned " A weapon?....that's...that's inhuman...why would you wish to do that to anyone?"

Scratch smiled " Lets just say we have someone who has proven difficult to kill...we just want to make sure that even a flesh wound is fatal the next time we meet."

Buckley nodded " It certainly would be...not that I approve of what it is you propose to do mind you.

" We understand Doc" Deadman said " ..and just to put your mind at ease...we won't be using this in the camp."

" Thank god for that" Buckley said as he carefully inserted a needle into the creatures arm and filled a vial with it's blood " There...that's approximately two ounces of blood..I feel that should..."

" More." Deadman said " We need a lot more."

Buckley sighed and filled another vial.

" So tell me Doc" Deadman said as he watched the Doctor fill yet another tube " What do you know about Chlorine gas?"

Part lll.

When Buckley had finished extracting several vials of blood from the zombie which was strapped to the examination table,Deadman stepped forward and raised his pistol,pointing it at the ghouls head.

Buckley waved his hands frantically " My boy...please...no shooting in my Hospital if you please."

Deadman nodded and slipped his pistol back into it's shoulder holster,he quickly drew a large trench knife from under his jacket and drove the foot long blade into the zombies forehead.

The creature convulsed on the table for a moment and was then still.

Deadman looked at Scratch and Cutter " Cut that fething thing loose and take it out and burn it." the biker said.

" Please...wear these" Dr.Buckley said tossing the bikers handfuls of sterile examination gloves " Do be careful."

The bikers nodded and went about the business of disposing of the corpse.

Dr. Buckley turned to Deadman, " Now...you were inquiring about Chlorine gas?"

Deadman nodded.

" Absolutely deadly." Dr Buckley said " I've only encountered it's affects once...a chemical leak at a factory near the Hospital I was chief of staff at many years ago."

Deadman leaned closer to the Doctor,taking in every bit of information he could.

" The effects are horrid." Dr. Buckley continued " It literally cooks the lungs...a single inhalation can cause permanent damage...even brief exposure is deadly."

Deadman smiled.

" I suppose this information is to be used along with that infected blood?" Dr Buckley said.

Deadman nodded.

Dr. Buckley sighed and continued,passing on everything he knew about Chlorine gas and it's possible means of delivery to the Biker.

....


That's all for now...but..stay tuned,I'm just getting warmed up.

Feth, I have the same Idea as you, just haven't got around to RPing it out, weaponized zombie blood


am going to get writing

These weapons might not be just used against their intended target, eh FITZZ? What's more, if someone gets hit, survives and they don't know about the special ammo, they'll eventually turn on their friends.

Oh yeah, Patrick's body armour is pretty much useless to him now and is hence discarded.

Darkvoidof40k wrote: These weapons might not be just used against their intended target, eh FITZZ? What's more, if someone gets hit, survives and they don't know about the special ammo, they'll eventually turn on their friends.

Why do we just keep giving him ideas!
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Rp:

Dietn waited. His hand nervously holding his hunting rifle. "Why does it take so long" he tought. He watched tank connecting the last explosives. This would give a massive bang.

Suddenly he heared Skulley shouting. "Here they come! Aim for the head, shoot to kill."

"Wow, so it does speaks?" Dietn tought "Uhhh, acknowledged, or whatever." Dietn replied. He watched the field, looking for zeds. After some time he spotted one, trying to crawl out of a window.

Dietn aimed for his head, But before he could pull the trigger he heard fox firing. "That's one for me!" she said. "What?!!... That ain't fair. That was my kill" "So you're going to cry now?" she laughed.

"Nah you're going to cry when I take them all down" "That's some very big talk for you" "Because it's true." "Yea right, I believe you" she said sarcastacly. "Well then, let us make it interessting then, shall we?" "What do you have in mind?"

"Well, if i kill more zeds then you, I get .... a kiss." Fox laughed "Like that's going to happen!" "Wait did I hear a chicken" he said while making chicken noises. "Oh you're so one, but if I win I get you're bottle of brandy. .... Yes I searched your backpack." Fox said with a evil smile. "Ok, let's go then." Dietn looked down his sight hoping he would win the bet."

Fox looked at Dietn searching for more zeds. "It wouldn't be bad to lose the bet" she tought. "But, too bad for him, The brandy was to tempting. I'm going to win this bet."

I might just call an event right now. We'll see, I have a lot of work to do unfortunately.

Betting? Intriging.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Betting? Intriging.

*In obnoxious Narrative voice*
But who will win? Will fox get some brandy or will Dietn win his first kiss, stay tuned. Same zombie channel, same zombie time.

Somebody has totally taken somebody elses phrase

Helena and Alexi sat together in the flat bed. With everyone busy and distracted it made a good time to escape. However, with so many zombies roaming around, and with her injuries she would be hard pressed to make it back to the Russian enclosures.

She resigned herself to more watchful waiting and continued to try and learn as much as she could from those around her.

She could hear Dietn and fox betting over who would kill the most zombies. Dietn sounded like a sweet kid, though she saw how he reacted to her when he was told she was a prisoner... perhaps she could win him around by continuing being nice to him...

Falco kept aiming and shooting down the approaching zombies, hardly ever missing a shot. He was doing quite well, until he heard a cry of pain quite close to him.
He turned around, and saw Jun, being mauled by two zombies.

"How the f**k did they get past? Must've gone around the sneaky bastards, but they are hardly ever that smart. Must've been from a different group or whatever behind us." he thought as he rushed over to lend Jun a hand.

"Help over here!"

Falco ran over, put his sniper away, and took out his M9 and his knife.
One zombie turned around and saw a glimpse of Falco just before the blade was plunged deep into his face. Then Falco turned to the other one, stabbed it in the back, and then shot it in the face just as it turned to look at him.

"Jun!"

"I'm done for my friend, they managed to get in a lucky *cough*... bite."

"Oh s**t!" Falco turned to look at the others repelling the zombies, and he shouted to them. "Somebody hurt over here!!!"

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Somebody has totally taken somebody elses phrase

And also, Juno got bitten by some sneaky zeds, someone is going to kill him

@dark, noticed you mentioning an event. should we wait for it? Or just continue killing zeds?

@ silver, the truck is for the moment in pineville playing bait, so you would be in the cabin of the flatbed.

Jun, not Juno, and yeah, I volunteer to shot him. Snipers always together, and do stuff for eachother, etc.

Also I will just wait for you to RP again before I do, that is of course unless, like you mentioned, we just have to wait for the event.

sillyboy wrote:@ silver, the truck is for the moment in pineville playing bait, so you would be in the cabin of the flatbed.

Changed. Thanks.

Darkvoidof40k wrote: These weapons might not be just used against their intended target, eh FITZZ? What's more, if someone gets hit, survives and they don't know about the special ammo, they'll eventually turn on their friends.

Oh yeah, Patrick's body armour is pretty much useless to him now and is hence discarded.

Yeah, I fully expected some sort of "accident" to occur during at least one shooting phase....in the hopes of avoiding a Kennedy like "magic bullet" the bikers won't be locking and loading the "special ammo" until it's appropriate to do so.


EDIT...Not that it will matter...since I'm certain someone is going to end up getting hit that wasn't meant to be.

NOTE:....

With the expressed written permission of my dear friend ghosty,I will be briefly taking over control of the character of Hog.

Look for an RP in the near future.