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BIC:...

Deadman sat back in a chair and listened attentively as Dr. Buckley discussed his experiences treating the victims of Chlorine gas.

" There were six of them who arrived at the hospital alive" Buckley said " Four men had died at the scene,as I was told a filtration system failed at the chemical processing plant,and the men were caught in a substantial cloud of Chlorinated vapor...the four men who expired on scene apparently found themselves caught in the worst of the vapor...they died in minutes."

Deadman nodded " and the ones that made it to the Hospital?"

" Of the six...two survived" Buckley said " and ...they had of course sustained seriously debilitating injuries ...blistering of the lungs...the throat...in one case permanent loss of sight."

Deadman nodded.

" Attempting to weaponize gas...as I'm sure your planning..is nothing new" Buckley shook his head " My Grandfather told me tales of his experiences during World War one...Mustard Gas attacks...there is a reason that sort of barbarism was outlawed by the Geneva convention you know."

" I'm not going to discuss morality with you here Doc" Deadman said " Just the mechanics "

Dr. Buckley looked sadly at the biker and shook his head again " Son...Morality it seems..is a lost virtue in these times..I'll tell you what I know."

Deadman listened carefully as Buckley described just how Chlorine gas could be converted into a weapon,it's possible means of delivery and the safety guidelines that above all must be adhered to.


When Buckley had finished his tutorial,Deadman rose from the chair.

" Thanks Doc." the biker said " for everything."

Buckley laughed " That's the first time I've ever had a man thank me for providing him with the seeds for his own damnation."

Deadman stared at the Doctor for a moment and exited the room,anxious to speak to Tombstone about everything that had transpired.

A Hog RP...

BIC:...

Hog had listened quietly to the conversation between Theron and Jennifer,connections from the past year falling rapidly into place inside the bikers head.

He sat back mulling the situation over,clearly he'd need to get away from here..make his way to the logging camp and warn his brothers there.

For a brief moment,Hog entertained the idea of simply making a stand here...he was no stranger to killing with stelth...perhaps...if he were careful he could do enough damage to the men here to monkey wrench any plans they may have...but...no...he'd just end up getting himself killed...he knew that much...still...he could try...something.

Later,when he was certain he'd not be observed,Hog made his way to the rear of the perimeter wall,he'd taken the time to pack a rucksack of supplies and acquire an M4 riffle and ammo as well,the biker crouched at the wall.." I have to move quickly" he thought " Get someplace and hot wire a car...with luck..I'll be to the lumber camp by nightfall."

The biker glanced at the wall, " Not to tall." He thought " gone over higher running from the cops" he laughed,a moment later Hog muscled an empty oil barrel over to the wall and seconds later was dropping over to the other side.

" I should blow a fething hole in this " He thought " Just to let the walkers get these bastards"

Hog quickly decided not to bother and make his way to the lumber camp as quickly as he could.

Hog's motorcycle..?

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hog's motorcycle..?

IIRC Hogs Motorcycle was out of the running...didn't it get abandoned many pages back?

Yeah, hog walked to my camp, and that hole will porably be found soonish, im not going to bother that it had intended to be a wall, some soliders will find it when they discover hog's gone.

not sure how i'm gonna patch it up though

FM Ninja 048 wrote:Yeah, hog walked to my camp, and that hole will porably be found soonish, im not going to bother that it had intended to be a wall, some soliders will find it when they discover hog's gone.

not sure how i'm gonna patch it up though

Was the camp completely walled in?....if so I'll go back and do a quick rewrite.

It is actually an 8ft (or was that 8 metre?) high brick wall. Says so in the OP, so technically you should do some editing FITZZ.

No, infact you must do some editing. If you want a hole just find some explosives, make 'em go boom then ride somethin' outta there. [edit: like perhaps an amtrack? )

Darkvoidof40k wrote:It is actually an 8ft (or was that 8 metre?) high brick wall. Says so in the OP, so technically you should do some editing FITZZ.

No, infact you must do some editing. If you want a hole just find some explosives, make 'em go boom then ride somethin' outta there. [edit: like perhaps an amtrack? )

NO stealing the tanks, we've not left the keys in them

and 8ft, just enough so the Osprey could land without cliping it's wings

you could just walk out the front gates, nobody would stop you, as long as you closed them behind you.

"Hah! I didn't close the gate bitches!" Hog roared with laughter.

Mack put a bullet between the mans' eyes with his sniper rifle before Hardie ran Hog over repeatedly with an Amtrack.

Then Patrick appeared and ate Hog's corpse.

OOC:...

I'll do some re-writing, an 8 foot wall would be rather easy to climb...so no bigge.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:"Hah! I didn't close the gate bitches!" Hog roared with laughter.

Mack put a bullet between the mans' eyes with his sniper rifle before Hardie ran Hog over repeatedly with an Amtrack.

Then Patrick appeared and ate Hog's corpse.

Unfortunately for Patrick...Hog was toxic from all of the alcohol and drugs he had ingested in his many years of partying as a biker...and Patrick died an slow agonizing death from ingesting the bikers corrupted flesh.

Body armor is gone, Patrick is basically a vegetable for the time being, and Snyder isn't in any condition to do much of anything.

I intended to RP yesterday, but the missus wanted to spend some time together. Will get to it today, which will basically consist of me dragging my ass out of the encampment with the help from the soldiers, and into the car, and drive off with some witty remarks from Jennifer to Patrick.

Sounds good. Almost as good as Hog's body on a plate..

Wait, what?

I think I just meant to write 'Sounds good'.

Oh yeah guys, remember the rain. Always. It reduces visibility and hearing, slows movement and can give you a bit of a cold.

Generally quite annoying. BUT REMEMBER IT RAWR!

I knew I bookmarked this for a reason




have some atmosphere

Well....if we're posting "inspirational" videos now....I believe this one is very appropriate.

BIB*C:...

Hog rapidly made his way though the surrounding woods,coming out on a secluded back road about two miles from the base behind him.

The biker leaned against a tree and caught his breath,he still hadn't fully recovered from his long trek earlier and he was a bit winded from the run he'd made.

"No time to feth around" Hog thought to himself " Got to keep moving."

The biker forced himself into motion once again,moving as fast as he could up the lonely road.

After several minutes,the biker smiled...off to his right he saw a small dilapidated house loom into view,parked in front was both an old pick up truck and a reasonably well kept Station wagon.

" Looks like I found me a ride." Hog whispered heading for the parked cars.

As he entered the dooryard,Hog heard the distinct moan of a walker,he crouched quickly behind the truck and surveyed the area.

There,about 20 yards away he saw the ghoul...it was alone..thankfully,but Hog knew that a single zombie could attract many more very quickly...and he didn't have time to deal with a horde.

The biker sat motionless,thinking...he didn't want to fire a shot...if there were other walkers about gunfire was sure to attract them.

Hog looked about the unkempt front yard of the house,he spied a beer bottle and crept over to retrieve it,making as little noise as possible so as not to attract the ghoul...yet.

Hog crouched back behind the truck and thought.." Ok...get this handled and get on the road.",he drew his hammer and tossed the beer bottle at the porch of the house where it shattered loudly.

The walker turned in the direction of the noise and slowly advanced,as it reached the house it tilted it's head...seemingly confused .

Hog made his move...rapidly advancing on the ghoul from behind,the biker swung the hammer with as much force as he could muster...the zombies head shattered like an egg as it toppled forward into a patch of ragged bushes.

Hog bent over the fallen ghoul and delivered another blow with the hammer,pulverizing the creatures skull.

" That's that" Hog said returning quickly to the vehicles,after a moments deliberation with himself Hog opted to take the Station wagon,it seemed as though it was in a better condition and less likely to give him problems on the road ahead.

The biker opened the door and climbed inside,wincing at the stale smell inside,he reached under the steering column and an moment later the car roared to life.

Hog sat up behind the wheel in time to see two more ghouls exit from the house in front of him,one stared at the biker moaning loudly,the other advanced and fell head first off the front porch into the hedges.

Hog slammed the car door and laughed as the zombie who'd fallen from the porch attempted to claw its way out of the scraggly bushes it had become stuck in.

The biker rolled the window down and shouted at the zombie on the porch " Don't worry Dad...I'll have the car back by eleven,now see to Mom...she seems to have been nipping at the sauce again."

With those parting words the biker threw the car into reverse and pulled from the dirt driveway,a moment later he was driving towards the logging camp.

Hogs Journey: Part ll
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Hog had left the run down house behind some ten minutes ago,and drove smoothly down the dirt road in the direction he knew the old lumber camp was located.
Hog Mused to himself that it had been some time since he'd driven a "cage",always preferring to ride his beloved Motorcycle,even in bad weather like now.
With out thinking,Hog reached down and snapped on the cars radio,the vehicles old cassette player whirred into life and soon the car was filled with the familiar opening guitar riffs of Blue Oyster Cults " Don't fear the Reaper".
Hog smiled,he liked this song,had even seen BOC live a few times way back when,the biker taped his thumbs in time to the music and drove on,as he listened,Hog found himself thinking on the songs lyrics..."Don't fear the reaper." Hog shook his head and glanced out towards an open field where a dozen or more walkers were slowly shambling towards the road.

"Can't fear the reaper." Hog laughed " The son of a bitch is all around us...every where."
"Yeah" Hog thought " He certainly carved himself a huge slice of the world...most of it in fact."

Hog frowned and turned the song up louder,pressing his heavy boot down on the gas pedal.

All at once the biker burst out laughing "Cow bell!!" he said with a chuckle " I need more cow bell!!"
He thought back to a comedy skit he'd once seen on Saturday Night Live,Christopher Walken had been running about yelling to BOC that he "Had a fever...and the only cure was...more Cowbell !!"...how Hog had laughed at that.

The biker wondered if somewhere...someplace..Christopher Walken was still walking around...and if his need for cow bell had been replaced with a new...more grisly need.

The biker shook his head,forcing the images away and focused on the road ahead "Not much further" Hog said to himself " With luck I can be there soon."

He thought of Keira and pushed the car up to fifty.

The Station Wagon barreled forward down the dirt road,the sounds of a dead world echoing as it passed.

Its definitely a good thing I didn't RP earlier seeing as though I was planning on having Hog at the camp by now, unfortunately my plans are out the fething window now so I need to do something else, hmmm....

BIC:
Halon sat in the wrecked Rec center looking out the window through the rain and at the helicopter. It could be useful, maybe as a scouting device or maybe like that flyer in the Mad Max movie he had seen many years ago. The tanks needed to be serviced as Halon didn't think they would be able to last long in this spot. An undead attack had already shaken his faith in the defensiveness of the camp and after supplies ran out they would need to leave anyways.

To tell the honest truth, Halon had originally wanted to move the group out past the west into farmlands where they would be able to grow enough food to sustain themselves indefinitely, plus the lack of people out there meant a lack of walkers as well. Plus there was the other bonus of maybe finding an old missile silo that they could hole up in.

Halon walked out into the rain, still limping from his ribs and saw some of the Servants taking a dead-undead body from the medical building.

"What the hell are you guys doing with that?" Halon said pointing at the body the two bikers were carrying out.

"Disposin' of it." one of the bikers responded while they continued to carry it out.

Halon watched the bikers walk away before he looked into one of the medical building's windows and saw a biker talking to Dr.Buckley and saw the vials of blood sitting on a table near them. His interest was piqued as he risked to crack open the window. The windows' creaks were muffled by the rain, but seemed to be amplified by Halon's ears.

He heard Dr. Buckley discussing chlorine gas and how to make it.

"What the hell are they planning?" Halon thought, "Zombies won't be killed by the gas, why is he...".

Halon thought about the possibilities and quickly remembered Patrick, but why would they go out of their way to kill only three people this way? He had to ask Tombstone what he was planning, if only to calm his mind.

Halon found Tombstone laying in bed still.

"Hey Tomb," Halon said as he entered Tombstone's room, "what do you have planned?"

"What do you mean?" the biker asked almost confused.

"I saw some of your guys coming from the medical center with a zombie and another was talking to Buckley about chlorine gas." Halon said while leaning against the doorway to rest a bit.

"Oh, that..." the biker said while sitting up and rubbing his face, "its nothing."

"What do you mean by 'nothing'?" Halon was almost annoyed.

"Nothing against you if that's what you're wondering." Tombstone said trying to read Halon's emotions.

"I knew that," Halon said smiling partly in relief, "but it sounds interesting. Better than my plans for that frozen zombie chick I had in the freezer. Hell it sounds like it could've been the idea from a hell of a movie."

"Take a seat my friend." Tombstone smiled as he turned on his bed to face Halon. "Where should I start..."

"Probably with the original premise." Halon replied.

And seeing as though we're putting music on now;




The song relates to the thread, and the video relates to warhammer! Two birds, one stone, HUZZAH!

Nice video Halonachos...
Incidentally,I've been waiting for the chance to do this RP for some time now...so,here goes.

BIC:...

Tombstone sat up,as best he could,in the hospital bed and rubbed his eyes.

He looked over at Halon and offered his friend a small smile.

" The beginning huh?" The biker said " Hard to say...honestly..I believe it began out on that damned street...when that crazy feths bullets took everything I loved from me."

Halon nodded his understanding.

" I know you and I have been through a loy of gak together Bro" Tombstone said " But...I don't think you really know what I was...before all of this."

"Well" Halon said " I know your a biker...and obviously one of their leaders, I can only assume you...." Halon paused,what did he assume?...that the man in front of him had been some sort of bad ass biker...a drug dealer...what?

" I was a killer bro" Tombstone said " Stone fething cold...if I stepped into your house on Servants business...you weren't getting a day older."

Halon nodded " I figured you...had your history."

" When this gak storm broke loose" Tombstone continued " I had come to town on business...wasted a few people...and was on my way to probably kill some more." the biker paused " Then all this happened...remenber?...holding up at the mall?...making the run for Shadows place?"

Halon laughed recalling their friend Shadow,that man had stockpiled more weapons then a small country " Yes Tomb...I remember."

" One of those fethers almost got me." Tombstone said " Bit into my jacket...I started thinking...about my life...the things I'd done."

" That's understandable" Halon said,recalling his brush with death tumbling from Shadows roof top window a zombie clinging to him as he fell.

" Then we met her...Daisy." Tombstone said " At first I couldn't stand her...but when I fell for her...I fell hard...she made me believe that I could put the past behind me...that maybe...just maybe..I could change or the better."

Halon nodded.

" That year...at the commune" the biker continued " believe it or not...was one of the best in my life....sure...we had walkers to worry about...but...I was helping people...and with Daisy...I was...getting better."

Halon ran his hands over his face and sighed " Tomb..I"

Tombstone held up his hand and went on " Then we went on that run...to get the trucks to go after some supplies...that's when we saw him...Patrick...he was on one of our motorcycles....I got out of the car to confront him...and then the shooting started." Tombstone shook his head,a tear sliding down his face " When it was over...she was on the ground...over a fething motorcycle..."

" Tomb" Halon said " You can't keep doing this to yourself man...it's going to..."

" Kill me?" Tombstone laughed " Probably so bro...and ..I'm ok with that."

The biker smiled at his friend " Anyway...after trying repeatedly...and failing...to kill that bastard..I started thinking.." Tombstone smiled " The walker blood...one drop entering the blood stream means death...I plan to encase the blood into hollow point bullets,fill them and wax the tops with paraffin to seal them....one bullet...even a nick...and he's a dead man"

"And the Chlorine gas?" Halon asked.

" a back up.." Tombstone said " Lethal if it's inhaled...if the bullets don't get him...the gas will."

Halon stared at the biker " Tomb...he's gone...and I doubt he'll ever come back."

" Doesn't matter bro" Tombstone said " It's fate...sooner or later...our paths will cross again."

Halon looked at his friend thinking " That's what worries me Tomb...that's what worries me."

Halon began to leave the room when he thought about what had happened in the past, a lot of good memories, if you could call them that.

He remembered the first time they set foot in Shadow's house, Halon remembered the midget he had killed and how he stole the SUV the midget had. He also remembered picking meeting up with Tombstone and some of the others at the mall, wasn't Shadow there? No, Shadow arrived in a chopper soon after they had gotten to the mall and that feth head with the grenade launcher blew both the helicopter and the SUV up. Then they went to Shadow's house, killed the grenade maniac, found Phoenix's mansion, killed Phoenix, and then left.

Halon could understand Tomb's anger, but they only had a vague direction of where Patrick went. It would be a goose chase at best and Halon didn't think he could afford to go off on a goose chase unless there was some other prize.

"Still," Halon mused while standing in the rain outside of the mess hall, "blood bullets just sound cool."

With that Halon had decided that a goose chase was well worth seeing someone being shot by blood. He was also sure that Saunders could also be a good source of tainted blood. That brought up another question, but Halon waved it off.

"I sure as hell wouldn't want to be the one to stick him with a needle." Halon reasoned as he entered the mess hall and began to look for something to eat.

He managed to find a box of cereal and began to munch on it, no doubt there was no milk, but the cereal was good enough.

"We need a farm with cows." Halon said looking at one of the children who had ventured out of the kitchen.

The kid looked at him and slowly walked towards him sleepily.

"You guys have been up for almost a day, huh?" Halon asked and the child seemed to reply with a tired nod. "Take a chair and have some cereal."

The kid kept getting closer and the smell of decay began to reach Halon's nose, that's when he noticed the child's dark hair was matted and his eye's were white.

Halon got out of his chair as quickly as he humanly could before he took a chair and swung it at the child's head. The dark hair covered head issued a crack as the neck hung limply to the side and a part of the spine could be seen under the decaying skin of the child's neck. The monster's mouth continued to open and close as the body collapsed to the ground with a wet smack. Halon looked towards the kitchen, chair in hand, and walked towards the door.

Everything was silent, no faint moaning, no scratching, nothing came from behind the door. Halon prodded the door open with the legs of the chair and saw blood smeared on the already dirty floor. It led behind the counter and Halon chanced a small peek behind it to find the source. He looked in dismay at the body of the child's mother and rubbed his face.

The body twitched and Halon quietly moved over top of the zombie and raised the chair up above his head only to bring it down on the zombie. One of the chair's legs caused a thump to occur and the zombie seemed to react, Halon raised the chair again and aimed for the same spot. It took him several tries before he heard a wet noise as well as the clang of the other legs on the floor.

"That's why we shoot the people who get bitten." Halon told the corpse as he crouched down next to it, "Remember that next time."

Halon got up and turned to see another walker coming towards him. The man's face was partially missing so he couldn't identify him.

"I'm just going to guess that you're dad." Halon said as he stood in place and stared at the staggering corpse. "Hell, I almost want you to touch me feth head."

As if on cue the zombie began shuffling faster to Halon with its mouth open enough to show that its tongue was missing.

Halon back peddled as he mocked the zombie, "Ahhhhhh, to you too, ugly." The zombie closed in faster and Halon kicked the thing in its knee causing the creature to collapse to its right and to hit its head on the counter. The blow caused the remaining skin on its head to tear and the creature clawed towards Halon. Halon looked around and found a wooden broom that he grabbed and snapped in half. He jammed the broken handle into the thing's bloody scalp to finish it off.

Halon took the other half out of the kitchen and did the same to the littlest zombie.

"Like father, like son." Halon said as he looked at his now bloodied hands and back at the cereal."Damn it, now I have to wash my hands."

OOC: Phew, a few more dead NPC's. I just gotta find out which ones.

Patrick opened his eyes to two people standing over him.

"Ah, he is awake" the man said

"Do you feel any pain?" the woman said, concern on her face

"No" Patrick muttered, struggling to get his voice back.

"The anesthetics worked, then" the man said, relieved

"I wish" Patrick chuckled to himself

"You prevented me from falling into the Realm of Pain." Patrick said

"Yes....we saved your life" the man said

"My friends?" Patrick asked

"Accommodated for" the man said, clearly tired

"Help me up, if you would" Patrick implored

The two of them raised Patrick onto his feet, making sure he wouldn't fall

"Can you walk...?" The girl asked, hesitant

"Lead me to my companions...don't let me go" Patrick sighed

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As for music...

"Ma'am, I tried to find him but he's gone" Boomer said, looking over at Jennifer

"Frack, could of used him, get Theron, maby he'll be more co-operitive" Jennifer replied

She turned round, looking at Ranger and Mack who were sitting next to each other pouring over a map of the area.

"You two, get ready, you're going out for a wander"

"on foot?" Ranger replied

"No, take one of the SUVs that we found, they're by the gate. This Theron fellow is going to show us where to go"

A couple of minutes later Theron entered, She could see Boomer outside of the door standing gaurd, waiting for a reason to kill this man who was helping them.

"Exelent, she motioned to another map lying on the table, you're going to show us where this lumbercamp you came from is"

"And if I don't feel like it"

"No, you do feel like it" she replied strongly, placing her pistol on the table next. She handed him a pencil and he started to backtrace their route.

"Go" She said, nodding her head at the door.

Mack took a moment to memorise the location of the camp before running out of the door after Ranger, he picked his sniper rifle off of the side of the Amtrack and jumped into the pasenger seat of the SUV not forgeting his cautionery glance into the back seat of the vehicle. The steel slats welded to the windows severly limiting their vison but Ranger put the car into gear and manovered it through the gates with masterful precision before speeding off down the road

OOC: rule #31 Always check the back seat

rp:

Dietn was aiming at the zeds who started to crawl out of town, when he heared Skulley shouting. "We've got a problem here!"

"Wath is it?" "Jun got bitten." " Goddamm*t skulley, you know what to do!" Moments later he heared a gunshot behind him. "Sorry Jun" he tought.

Dietn shot another zed. "that makes four!" He said. "I got seven" Fox replied. "Oh, come on" He knew he had to step up his game.

He saw Tank connecting the last explosives, when suddenly the truck came racing out of the streets of Pineville. "Here comes Robbie!" Dietn screamed "And he brought friends".

They did a good job Dietn tought as he saw the ammount of zeds following them. "Only shoot the wanderers, let the rest explode!"

The truck quickly crossed the field, Passing tank who was running back to them. Robbie quickly jumped out "Lets get this party started." he said.

" Hey what's that?" fax asked, At first Dietn had no clue wat she was talikng about. Until he spotted it to. It was a supermutant.

It was running on all for limbs, fast. "Christ this isn't good" he heared robbie saying as the mutant splattered Tank his brain.

The detonator falling out his lifeless hands. "Feth, now we have an entire hoard before us. And not enough bang to take them all out."

"Well, time to leave then" Robbie said "No we're not leaving!" dietn said as he crawled from beneath the flatbed. He started running down the field, right in to the hands of the mutant.

While running he suddenly saw Fox running right next to him, her shotgun roared as she clipped a close zed.

"Give covering fire!" Falco screamed. That kid was going to get himself killed if they didn't helped them.

Dietn and fox closed the distant with the mutant, who was gorging himself on tank's flesh. Zeds dropping all around them as their group started firing.

Dietn jumped. His feet close together. He hit the mutants head with his full weight. Dietn landed hard on the floor. "Not my brightest idea." he tought as the mutant was still standing.

It tried to punch his brains out, But thanks to quick reflexes it only hit dirt. It tried to punch him again. But before it could do it, it's face was torn into pieces by Fox's shotgun.

"Lets get out of here" she said while emptying her shells into the groaning Mutant.

Dietn quickly grabbed the detonator, and started to run back. Fox right next to him.

"Oh, hell no" Falco muttered as he saw the mutant getting back on his feet. "Try to survive this" he yelled while he shot his entire clip into the monsters head.

The mutant still walked a few feet before collapsing, his head a bloody pulp.

Dietn and fox reached the flatbed,they quickly jumped over it. "Hasta la vista!" Dietn said while he activated the detonator.

A massive explosion ensued, blasting zed parts all over the place. Dietn layed next to Fox, both heavely breathing.

"So....does this......mean......I won?" dietn asked. Fox started laughing, she couldn't stop herself. It was like the only thing she ever done, and she would never stop. After some moments even Dietn began to laugh.

"Crazy kids." Robbie taught as he saw them laying on the ground.

Hogs Journey Part lll...
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Hog had been driving North West in silence for some time now,he'd long since grown disgusted with the BOC cassette and tossed it out of the car window.

He was now alone with his thoughts,which continually drifted to Keira ,was she among the people who'd taken refuge at the lumber camp?

Hog clung to something he'd overheard that guy Theron say when he was discussing the camp with Jennifer,He'd heard him talking about Satans Servants,so he knew some of his brothers were at the camp,and that some had been hurt,he then recalled the discussion turning to possible treatment for the wounded there.

Theron had told Jennifer that the camp had a Doctor,Buckley..Hog believed had been the name Theron used...and then,Hog had heard the man say "...and some crazy one eyed woman who's acting as a nurse."
It had to be Keira the man was talking about....it had to be her....she was there at the camp...she had to be.

Hog glanced ahead,a broad smile split his features...in the distance,through the rain...he saw the sign indicating the access road for the lumber camp.

" Hot damn!" Hog yelled " I made it.",he turned the station wagon onto the access road and quickly raced towards the camp.

As Hog pulled the car to a stop in front of the camps fences,he squinted through the rain slick window and saw two figures aiming riffles at him,one was a tall guy in a baseball hat...but the other...the other wore the same sort of leather jacket Hog was wearing...the grinning Daemon face patch of the Satans Servants visible on the front.

Hog opened the car door and stepped out,tilting his head with a grin and staring at Mace.

" So Bro.." Hog laughed.." You gonna shoot me..or buy me a beer?"

Ranger drove the SUV towards the lumbercamp, bouncin down the road at high speeds, mack was checking his eqipment making sure that all the paracord, NVGs and other equipment was spotless. As they entered the forest signs started to appear.

"warning: Heavy vehicles"

"Lumber-camp 2 miles"

"Camp 1 mile"

as they passed the mile marker Ranger slowed the car down and veered off the road, heading as far into the trees as their trunks would allow.

"come on, we're walking from here" he said to mack, as he retrived his rifle from the back seat of the car and threaded on his silencer. they grabbed thier packs and headed into the woods slowly walking through the darkness until they reached the destination, the treeline, well, just back from the treeline and up the tree. they shimmied up the trees and hooked up the paracord, giving themselves a quick way down before wrapping themselves in the camoflage blankets they had brought, and sat, watching and waiting.

OOC: they're about as blended as this


and are here, just far enough back so as you can't see them, but still with a relitivly good field of vision

Snipers on the doorstep....nice.

Keep a few things in mind though Ninja...

First,Hog had a bit of a head start on your boys,so your guys are getting to their posistion about an hour after Hog got to the camp....no big thing really.

...And second,there are zombies roaming about,and since walkers follow their noses,your camo cloaks won't hide your boys from the zeds.

yeah, but you'll just think that they're coming for you, or i'll shoot them and the camo is for nosey bikers.

I get that they're a bit behind hog, that's why I wanted you to RP hog getting there first, to save confusion.

Wait, it's already dark and raining?

Oh man, we're behind.