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Cutter burst from the store,Saunders close behind him " Stone" Cutter said "I think we need to get out of here!"

Tombstone and Tasha both eyed the pair of men,Cutter was obviously distraught,Saunders however was simply staring off into the near by forest.

" What the feth is wrong with the two of you?" Tombstone started " You look like..."

"Shhh" Saunders hissed through clenched teeth " They're coming."

Tombstone turned in the direction Saunders was staring,he tilted his head..listening.

In the distance,from somewhere deeper in the forest came the moaning of hundreds of the hungry dead...

Tasha turned,staring at Saunders " Enhanced senses..." she whispered to herself.

" Get the rest of the guys" Tombstone said quickly to Cutter " Our little party is about to get crashed...we're moving out".

Darn shame that that thar party meet up might be spoiled by me having to go to that thar school down the road. Alas, I will return in about 2 hours.

ghosty wrote:Darn shame that that thar party meet up might be spoiled by me having to go to that thar school down the road. Alas, I will return in about 2 hours.

Don't ya fret none thar ghosty...if tha party makes a run fer it afore ya get back...why I recon we'll just pick ya up on tha road.

It seems we may have lapsed into a certain speech impediment.

ghosty wrote:It seems we may have lapsed into a certain speech impediment.

I believe your correct my friend.

Player thingamajig !!!

Keira ran as fast as she could. These damned zombies had just come out of nowhere! Absolutely nowhere! And they were fast! It seemed she hadn't been the only thing to change in a year.. As she cleared a rise in the landscape she saw an old petrol station. She also saw people.

"Hey! We have to go! The undead are coming!"

As Keira got closer, she became able to make out the faces of the people standing there...



Coupons..

Keira raced along the road as fast as she could physically make herself go without falling over. The walking dead ( Lol ) had been a lot closer than she had originally anticipated. Staying in one place for as long as she did, had alerted the swarm, and they were now pursuing her. It would be easy to outrun if it were not for the fact that where nothing but fading cars had been before, now significantly larger groups of the dead were appearing. Glancing to the left oh her, Keira's gaze alighted upon hundreds of zombies staggering down the gentle slope amongst the trees towards the motorway. A couple were already navigating their way over the crash barrier.

"Get lost!" She screamed over the increasing moaning, as she squeezed the trigger on her Tec-9, discharging a shower of fire that tore the dead from their feet at times, and at others completely missed.

Time slowed, and Keira found herself falling to the floor. She'd tripped on one of the dilapidated corpses she's been so careful to miss before. As she crashed to the ground, she flung her arms up protectively, succeeding in avoiding sever damage or concussion. The corpse twitched, and the shrivelled face turned slowly to bite at her leg.

Screaming in terror Keira lashed out with her fist, knocking the head back, and keeping it from sinking it's jaws into her leg. Zombies were staggering towards her from the left, and Keira faced oblivion...

OOC: Fitzz! GO GO GO!

Whoops

Minds think alike Dark, minds think alike!

Whoops.. ninja.

Woo double ninja.

Smooth.

OOC: Quick question...I have an idea but am a bit hazy as where to start...has Keira reached the gas station...or is she laying in the road??

Tombstone turned to Saunders as the rest of the group came racing from inside the store,he spoke quickly.

" I'm not sure how you knew the walkers were coming" Tombstone said " but it's good you did."

Saunders blinked at Tombstone,cleared his throat an replied " I could feel them..." he said trailing off.

Tombstone nodded " Let's get moving before those stinking feths are on top of us" he ordered the group of assembled bikers.

" Stone" Tasha said,as Saunders,Bingo and Cutter walked to the Hummer, "Are you crazy...that guy Saunders is.."

She was cut off mid sentence by the sound of automatic weapons fire coming down the road.

Tombstone turned in the direction of the reports,in twilight gloom he could see a figure rushing towards them occasionally firing a weapon,the strobe from the muzzle flashes illuminating the night,the biker could see dozens...no...hundreds of ghouls pursuing the figure...many more working their way from the forest to the right.

The figure fell and Tombstone took a step forward,Tasha grasped his arm " They have him" she said " let's go"

Tombstone shrugged the woman off and advanced,the figure kicked out hard at something and regained footing,continuing to run in they're direction.

" Cutter!!" Tombstone bellowed "Get on the .50 now!!"
He took several more steps towards the approaching figure unslinging his AK-47,T-Rex ,Tasha and Dead Man followed his lead,readying their weapons as well.

"We have to go!!" The figure yelled,in a strangely familiar female voice " The undead are coming!!!"

" No gak." T-Rex muttered under his breath,sighting down the barrel of his AR-15.

Tombstone squinted into the gloom,as the figure got closer he lowered the barrel of his weapon in disbelief...it was Keira...holy feth it was Keira.

Tombstone ran towards her,picking her up over his shoulder quickly as he fired his weapon one handed into the nearing ghouls,he turned racing back towards the others,Keira slung over his shoulder like a doll.

" Light 'em up!!!" Tombstone bellowed to Cutter and the others,the night filling with the roar of weapons fire.

Tombstone set Keira down and stared at her in amazement " Your alive!!" the biker said.

" Well...yes." Keira replied " But none of will be for long if we don't get the feth out of here"

Tombstone kissed Keiras cheek " C'mon" he said,Turning to give orders to the others he saw the ghouls were being ripped apart by the big .50,but they were still coming.

" Let's ride!!!" Tombstone yelled " Cutter keep that .50 on those feths!!"

Dead Man and T-Rex raced to their bikes,kicking them to life..Tasha running to jump in the Hummer.

Tombstone grabbed Keiras arm and ran with her to his bike,he threw his leg across it and Keira quickly jumped on behind him,he kicked the big motorcycle to life and tore out onto the road.

A moment later the rest of the group was behind him moving rapidly away from the horde of ghouls.

Alexi stiffened. Helena immediately knew there was a zombie on the other side of the door. She hissed, the sign for Alexi to come to her side. He quickly padded over as the door swung open. The troopers fired into the dark space, small "pft" noises swiftly silencing the budding low moan of several zombies.

The troopers moved through the doorway and secured a reception area on the far side, their flashlights beating back the darkness to reveal a small desk and the doors of an elevator. Helena and Alexi stepped over the zombies which had been guarding this reception - the bodies of what used to be a young airman and someone in a blood stained overall. The LED on the desktop computer was on and the technician crossed over to it and carefully checked under the desk before sitting down and starting work on summoning the elevator.

A few moments later the smooth silver doors parted, revealing a large elevator cab, stained with dried blood but empty. The soldiers entered the cab and Helena followed with Alexi sniffing cautiously as his paws crunched across flakes of dried blood and gore. The soldiers formed a wall around them as the doors closed, ensuring that whatever waited at the bottom of the shaft it would face a solid wall of bullets if it showed its head.

The lift shook gently as it descended, the torch beams of the soldiers gently meandered over the doors. There was a soft thud as the cab halted and the doors opened. Bright torch beams shone down a long corridor, several rooms and smaller corridors branched off at irregular intervals but nothing sinister seemed to wait for them, other than evidence of more carnage – bullet holes riddled the walls and several bones gleamed white as the torches illuminated them. More dried blood covered not only the walls and floor but ceiling as well.

The soldiers jammed the doors open with steel wedges and parted slightly to let Helena and Alexi through. “Притяжка” “Draw” she said quietly. Alexi immediately slunk off into the darkness pooling from the first corridor on the left. This was the part Helena hated – she could not help imagining Alexi being grabbed by some ghoul he had failed to spot and bitten and killed, or getting stuck in debris, or injured by something he was walking or climbing over.

Several minutes passed and then Alexi reappeared, silently backing away from two zombies, leading them into the main corridor and the gun sights of the soldiers. Two pops from their guns and they were down. Helena muttered approval into her microphone and Alexi turned to look at her before moving off into the next corridor.

It took them almost half an hour, but eventually they had cleared every corridor and open room of zombies. About 20 of their corpses lay in the corridor. 10 of them had come from the last corridor – something must have attracted them there as normally they would be randomly distributed throughout any structure they inhabited for any length of time. The soldiers moved forward, carefully checking the corridors they passed – there might still be zombies behind closed doors that Alexi could not draw into their fire.

They passed into the final corridor. The blood and bullet holes were in greater evidence here. Several dismembered skeletons littered the floor, picked clean of flesh a long time ago – tooth marks scored their surfaces. At the end of the corridor a battered steel door bulged inwards, almost hanging on its hinges. The soldiers moved closer. The light from their torches revealed a barricade of furniture helping to hold the door closed against the pressure of the small zombie horde. “Получите газовый резак” “Get the cutting torch” said the squad leader.

Twenty minutes passed from the rapid exit from the gas station and Tombstone motioned for his small group to pull over,he assumed they had put enough distance between themselves and the walkers to take a minute to regroup and figure out just were the feth they were going.

Tombstone glanced at Saunders as he exited the Hummer with the others,the man had been beaten to hell when they'd found him a few hours ago..but now barely had a scratch on him...Tombstone figured the stuff written in the folder was true.

" We safe yet?" the biker asked looking at Saunders.

" We're never safe" Saunders replied tightly "But we've gotten far enough away from them to stop a while".

Tombstone nodded turning to Keira " My god" he said " It's good to see you..after the mansion..well..we figured you and Hog didn't make it...."Tombstone glanced around,realizing that Hog hadn't been with Keira...perhaps Hog hadn't made it after all.

He glanced at Keira again "How in the feth did you end up out on that road with all them walkers after you hun?" the biker asked.

Tombstone listened carefully as Keira told her story,everything from her and Hogs escape from Phoenix's mansion..to the Russian soldiers they had encountered this morning...to Hogs angry exodus on the road.

Tombstone nodded,but remained silent.

"Stone!" Tasha called from over near the Hummer " We need to make some decisions man..I figure if those things keep moving in the direction they're heading..they'll reach the commune soon."

Saunders nodded at this "They seem to have the scent of prey...if you have more people around here...they'll be drawn straight to them."

Tombstone lit a cigarette,trying to figure his next move.

Halon had already been told that a strange vehicle was approaching them, he had been napping and shook of the daze while going to the gate in the cement wall. Halon climbed into the little tower next to the gate and waved down the oncoming vehicle.

"Hey what's your mileage?" Halon joked as the stranger got out of his car.

"You didn't pull me over for just a joke did you?" the stranger replied.

"Nope, not really, but it is a serious question." Halon began "You know, cars run out of gas and after that you're walking like the zombies."

"And?" the stranger replied.

"Wow, you don't have many emotions do you?" Halon said as he held his hand behind his back for his snipers to see.

"Not really." the stranger replied.

"Well, the name's Halon, proud owner of this here hotel slash fortress." Halon said happily "And you are?"

"Patrick" the stranger said in the same tone as everything else he had said.

"Well Patrick, do you trust me?" Halon said leaning on the cementwall.

"No." Patrick said.

"Well, you better start." Halon said giving his snipers the 'o.k' sign.

"And why is that?" Patrick said as he noticed the sun reflect off of one of the scopes on the roof.

Halon gave a quick whistle as he pointed towards a mob of zombies coming towards them.

"Tha's a whole lotta' zombie my friend." Halon said in a fake southern accent "So, you trust me?"

"Do I have a choice?" Patrick said as he started to get back into his car and the gate began to slide open(gate is actually a bus with sheet metal welded to the outer side).

"Yep, either get eaten or get in here." Halon said as he watched Patrick start his engine and drive into the compound.

As soon as Patrick drove in, the gate closed quickly.

Halon hopped down onto the ground and ran towards the now parked car to meet his new guest.

"Thanks for coming by," Halon said as he approached the car "you wouldn't know how many days go by without a single visitor."

"I can imagine." Patrick said while taking his stuff out of the car.

"Yeah," Halon began "you would think that a group of cannibalistic rapists would get more visitors."

At that Patrick nearly put a whole in the ground with how fast he turned.

"Just kidding." Halon said smiling still. "Boy you should've seen the look on your face, it looks exactly as it did before."

"Listen I don't want to stay here long." Patrick said to Halon sternly.

"No one's making you." Halon said "In fact you didnt even have to pull into this courtyard, but you did anyways."

Patrick was silent.

"Come on, let me show you where you can put your stuff for now." Halon said leading Patrick into the hotel.

As the cutting torch flared the radio net suddenly came alive "Мы имеем контакты двинуть дальше хайвей" "We have contacts moving on the highway"

"Подтвердите?" "Confirm? came the voice of the IO.

"Оно смотрит как некоторые вольнонаемные мотовелосипеды и американский переход воиск" "It looks like some civilian motorbikes and an American military transport" the soldiers at the main entrance replied. "Они кажется, что бегут от что-то… оно смотрит как большая кулига некоторый путь за ими, возможно 2 к 300 сильных." "They seem to be running from something... it looks like a large swarm is some way behind them, perhaps two to three hundred strong."

There was a pause as the IO considered the information he had received.

"Вытяните назад к кораблям - обеспечьте здание. Мы будем встреча с штатскиями человек и сопроводить их к безопасной зоне и возвратить к основному полету как только кулига двигала дальше." "Pull back to the vehicles - secure the building. We will rendezvous with the civilians and escort them to the safe zone and return to the primary mission once the swarm has moved on."

The torch was turned off and everyone pulled back to the lift and the dwindling sunlight...

Tombstone walked to the Hummer and grabbed the CB handset,hey keyed it a spoke rapidly.

" Tombstone calling Base...Signals you listening?..over." the biker said

" I got ya Stone" came the voice of Signal " What's your situation...over."

" One Eye lurking about anyplace?..over" the biker said

Signal laughed " As a matter of fact Stone he is...I'll put him on...over"

"Roger that." Tombstone said, he turned to the others "We have to let them know what's headed their way."

" Our way too Stone..don't forget about that." Tasha said looking back in the direction they'd come.

" What's going on Stone" One Eyes voice came over the speaker.

" A whole load of hurt brother" Tombstone said " They're about a thousand walkers heading your way...over"

silence...

"One Eye you copy...over" Tombstone said a bit irritated.

" I heard you Stone" One Eye said,his voice dry and distant " We'll try to hold ground...over"

Saunders spoke up " Maybe we could lead them away from your people"

Tombstone turned facing Saunders " What have you got in mind??" he asked

Saunders paused for a moment...his face furrowed in thought.

Saunders paced back and forth on the road next to the hummer that he had been riding around in deep in thought. He was glad that he was out of it at least, the girl named Tasha had been staring at him from the other rear bucket seat with a look of puzzlement.. or was it fear on her face and it made him a little uneasy. At this point however, it did not matter since they had much bigger problems on their hands other then worrying about if you were pissing some girl off.

It was at that moment that he felt a shift in the wind as it blew across his scarred and dirty face shifting his hair about. He stopped dead in his tracks and and slowly turned facing into it. Something new was carried gently on the wind as it shifted through the trees and sent dead leaves dancing about. He closed his eyes and took a long, slow breath in and embraced the all to familiar stank that it carried.

He spun on his heel and looked at Tombstone.

"Were not alone out here" he said in a very low but direct monotone.

"More walkers?" He said as everyone looked around uneasy as they unslung their weapons.

"No, worse" he said slightly shaking as the rage started to build inside him.

"Russians" he spat as if the very word was acid spilling out over his lips.

"What? Here?" asked the one called Cutter as he scanned the area for any immediate threats.

"No, over..... there" Saunders turned and pointed off into the distance where the outline of some building could barely be seen against the skyline.

Tombstone and Saunders both turned and looked at each other for a few moments before a smile made its way across each of their faces as if they had read each others minds.

Tasha lifted one eyebrow as she realised what they were about to do.

"You have got to be gaking me. Stone, you can't be serious, Can you?" she asked looking around for support, and found none.

Tombstone turned to the others laughing at himself under his breath.

"Let's ride!!!" Tombstone yelled as he jumped on his bike and with a thunderous roar he kicked it to life. The other quickly followed suit and soon the group was ready to ride into the sunset in a blaze of glory.

Tasha turned to Saunders in the back of the hummer and handed him a colt 1911 with rose wood grips and several mags that she had pulled off her vest.

"You might be needing these in the near future. Do you still remember how to..."

She was interrupted with the familiar sound of lubed metal on metal. Saunders dropped the extended magazine out of the pistol, checked it to make sure it was loaded, slapped it home and racked the slide and chambered the round in what seemed one smooth motion.

"The Rose stamped on the slide is a nice touch." he said as he re holstered the 1911 and attached it to his hip. From the turret, Cutter could be heard laughing down at them.

"Maybe he might not be so useless after all!" he said followed by another round of laughter by almost everyone in the vehicle. Saunders just sat on the seat looking through the reinforced windows with a blank look on his face.

Off topic: hi darkvoid mind if i join? please i need to recommit to dakdakso tell me if i can and if so here's my character profile.
Name - yuri Cahlacov. callsign: Viper
Age -37
Height -7ft 10inches
Personality - brutal and merciless but has an inability to hurt unarmed women and children, will kill any armed adult who is not part of the russian army.
Appearance -gruff, short haired, bearded and green eyed, caucasian.
Equipment - kevlar vest militairy camoflage uniform. bareta 9mm pistol and kolashnikov, radio, flares, gas mask and kevlar helmet
Skills -shooting, athletics, lock picking, mine laying, outdoor survival.
Background/History -ex spetznas, part of a secret russian commando unit (ADU) (american destruction unit ) ,was sent to America to kill any survivours with survival capabilites and to recover any Russian politicals. History: was father to a 15 year old girl and a loving husband. Family was killed by russian extremist group in a raid on their village. Alexi joined the militairy to have a chance to take reveng. Quickly rising through the ranks he was promoted to seargent then trained to join the spetznas. tourted the perpritrators of his family murded to death.

7'10'?

That's funny.

"Yeah, I'm just a commando the size of a giant, you can't see me"

NNINJA SKilLZZZ!!

Karon wrote:7'10'?

That's funny.

"Yeah, I'm just a commando the size of a giant, you can't see me"

If Creed can deepstrike a titan, space marines can be commandos.

Also...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feodor_Machnow

Seriously though, seven ten is a little bit um... out there.

(ooc-right then if darkvoid kills me darkvoid kills me) Yuri looked down on the group of people inside of the vehicle telling himself he was doing his duty that he was serving the father land. He moved along the roof of the house he was perched on and he picked up the American rocket launcher he had looted from a soldiers corpse days ago. ''well here goes nothing'' he mutterd in heavily accented English . He depressed the firing stud just as the vehicle was entering the street ''bye bye Americans'' he said a fanatical gleam entering his eye.

I was well aware of the Russian Mutants, lol.

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Patrick set his rifle and sword on the bed, turning to speak to Halon

"I appreciate your hospitality, but I require rest"

"No introduction?" Halon said

"Very well" Patrick started

"My name is Patrick. I was born a murderer, and sub-human."

"I don't feel Pain, for I have already felt it too much that my human body can take" Patrick said

"I am the Avatar of Pain, and I have heralded this Plague of Undeath." Pain said

"I have done my duty, but I feel the need to bring this world peace"

"This world has never known peace, for it never knew true pain"

"This Plague of Undeath was real Pain, it gave the survivors a clean slate to work off of. Now, we must kill the infected. They are the judged, those who never knew true pain"

"Either by deed, or they were put at the correct geographical location, that is why they are not a mindless zombie" Patrick ended

"Interesting theory..." Halon started

"It is not a theory" Patrick said, launching one of his rods 8 centimeters from Halon's stomach, burying itself in the wall.

"It is Pain, and you know what that is, you have experienced true pain at some point in your life, and that is why you are alive" Patrick said

"Understood...." Halon said sarcastically

"I must rest. Kill me in my sleep if you must, I have no real reason to be living right now. I have done what I was tasked." Patrick said, laying on the bed, and seemingly immediately falling to sleep.

"I really.....like this guy" Halon said, walking out of the room.

OOC: Darkvoid won't kill you, Shadow will.

Shadow is like Captain America, Chuck Norris, Mr. T, Superman, Wonderwoman, and Vin Diesel all in one.

OOC- so's yuri but with the modern batman in there as well and all the guys from mortal combat.

"I think he used to be an actor." Halon said to Mace as he left the room they had given to their new acquaintance.

"You really think that it was smart to let him in?" Mace said as they walked down the hall together. " I mean he even looked like a nut job from a mile away.".

"Actually, he reminds me of the Road Warrior." Halon said "Yeah, definitely Mel Gibsony."

"What if he gives us problems." Mace said.

"He won't," Halon said "I don't get that vibe from him. Dramatic and emo yeah, homicidal not really."

Mace just looked at Halon and almost couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"What?" Halon said "I'm usually a good judge of character."

Mace stood in silence as Halon continued walking.

"Oh, one last thing," Halon said as he stopped and turned around to face Mace "don't let the kids near him. He might be a dirty thespian."

"Seriously Halon?" Mace said catching up to him, "We're just going to leave him be?"

"Did you know that trust means that you accept vulnerability on the fact that the trusted person will work towards a positive outcome?" Halon said.

"So, we're vulnerable?" Mace said almost laughing.

"Yep, but so is he, he just doesn't get that yet." Halon finished as the two went down to the cafeteria.

OOC: @karon, I was just saying that glass ninja's character is actually fyodor machnow.

@glass ninja, Shadow's kind of like god, but instead of omniscience he has amnesia.

OOC-yuri is an atheist and has some sort of mental condition wich means he feals no fear. Also he had a cat called shadow who was tasty one winter think of the disabled guy inn family guy then remove the wheelchair make him a gaint and all the other stuff and you get yuri

OOC: Shadow will make him know fear and show him god.

You better watch out,
you better not try,
you better not shout,
I'm warning you why,
Shadow's coming to town.