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<OOC> Well my posts go from initial out break to sitting tight for an entire day to let what ever happens happen. I didnt put a hour on the last couple of my posts other then my arrival with Craig (Specimen?) Cant wait to see whats in store. While I give ya guys some time to compile (let me know what you need from me) I will do a small blip into Mike's thought and background as he finally breaths easier.

"Colonel Bieldekker..." Mike watches Sarah fall asleep with her head on his thigh. Curled tightly and trembling she stirs in a restless sleep.

"Easily could of been if he would of taken all the field promotions he was offered."

Mike smiles to himself thinking back.

"Private Bieldekker..."

"..."

August 22, 1991 22:30 Hours Kuwait

"PRIVATE BIELDEKKER FRONT AND CENTER!"

"SIR!" Bieldekker reports front in center sporting desert camo BDU's. Very green back then he stands firm and proud. Uneasy he stares forward eyes not following their unit commander.

"Are you responsible?"

"For what sir?"

"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL PRIVATE!"

"Yes Sir!"

"Do you have an explanation to why you felt it was necessary to put a large Camel spider in his bed?"



"Sir he claimed he was a man without fear."

"AND YOU took it upon yourself to teach him fear?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Do you believe it was your sole duty to teach him fear?"

"Yes Sir! For a man without fear is a danger to himself and those around him."

"And did HE learn fear private."

"You heard the screams."

"THAT IS NOT WHAT I ASKED PRIVATE DID HE LEARN FEAR!"

"Yes Sir!"

"It is not your responsibility to teach him fear and for that you will be punished. Do you have a problem this?"

"SIR NO SIR!"

"Are you sure?"

"SIR YES SIR!"

"Run around the compound I will send someone to inform you when you can rest."

"YES SIR!"

With a lower tone the CO walks closer to the private.

"Private..."

"Sir?"

"Formalities aside that was pretty funny but if you utter a word about this to anyone you will be running to the Red Sea."

"Understood!"

"..."

"First time I ever heard of the natural born."

Smiling to himself Mike allows his body to relax but not rest. He looks to where his son has gone.

"Angela where are you..."

<OOC> Gonna have another flashback of a not so happy memory where he was directly involved with Mike (not between eachother but a sitaution that cost both them and their units badly). During DAO (Direct action operations) these are lightning fast precision assaults carried with few numbers of people. Bieldekker's unit directly supports the ranger unit during this time. Feel free to run with this memory. I will add the encounter that got these two working together. Mike was a corporal then E-4 on the scale. I refer to Biel as the "Natural" since he is a natural born leader.

(OT: What about Cpl. Jones? Well lets check in on him and see how things are going, shall we?)
(OT2: Sorry for the long post. Got carried away with it. lol)

The unfolding story of Cpl. Jones Part 2
Timeline: Zday +2 Day
Location: Denver International Airport



Things were rapidly going downhill and fast. The trickle that was the infected had now turned into a steady stream that was constantly putting pressure on us on all sides of our secure zone. All around my position I could hear gunfire as fellow soldiers did what they could when the infected crossed into the kill zone that surrounded our position.

I aimed my M4 at a bloody man in a business suite as he shambled toward the pack of now screaming civilians and pulled the trigger. I felt my gun recoil and saw the round blow out the side of his neck in a spray of red as his body fell backwards onto the pavement.

"GET THESE PEOPLE INSIDE THE PARAMETER NOW!" I yelled at nobody in particular. "COMMON PEOPLE! LETS GET THE LEAD OUT!" I screamed as I waved my gloved hand back and forward in a move move motion at the civies, most of which were now scattering in any direction that they could to get away from the mass of shambling bodies coming towards the main gate.

I raised my M4 up again and proceeded to fire controlled pairs at any and all shamblers that I could see. My weapon kicking with every shot as muzzle flash light up the night. The sound of spent brass casings hitting the pavement filling the night air mixing with the screams and the gunfire. The Pair of .50cal machine guns spat death and cut a bloody trail through the tightly packed horde of bodies sending red chunks and even entire limbs sailing through the air like a rag doll. With a bloody scream a woman went down as two of the infected tore into her, one ripping her arm off at the shoulder with one swift motion.

A few of the civilians that had carried firearms with them had them out now and were trying to defend their loved ones. Someone even threw a Molotov cocktail at the horde and with a crunch of broken glass followed by a orange expanding fireball it engulfed several of the figures in sticky flame. Further down the road I could see an almost solid wall of blood covered infected as they shambled toward us from the main city.

Emptying my current magazine into what looked like a ten year old kid with both his arms ripped off I then dropped to one knee and hit the magazine release button on my weapon letting my empty mag fall to the pavement with a hallow metallic clang. I pulled a fresh mag from one of my pouches and rammed it home before hitting the slide release button letting my bolt slam forward loading a new round into the chamber.

Something caught my attention and I looked up just in time to see a pair of jets release a payload into the midst of our enemy. Before I could say anything the sonic boom hit us at about the same time as the multiple reports from the cluster bombs hitting there target. Even though they were some distance away a rain of bloody debris fell all around us. I looked over at the stunned civilians as they started to pick themselves up and get back on their feet. Some of them just stood in shock as they realised what had just happened and what it was that covered them. One girl pulled part of someones intestines from her long black and and proceeded to projectile vomit onto the man next to her.

I stood there for a moment as my mind caught up with reality and a realised that all the people inside the perimeter had now been exposed to whatever infection that had caused this whole mess in the first place.....

"They're infected..." I murmured to myself slowly..

Turning to the other members of my squad "SEAL THEM IN! THEY HAVE BEEN EXPOSED!" I yelled and pointed to the ever shrinking group of crying and screaming civies.
At first they just stood there and looked at each other...

"DO IT!" I yelled, and they did. They locked the survivors in and sealed there doom.

"What are you doing?" Cried one man. "You cant just leave us here to die!" Cried another.

Private Murphy walked over to where I was and I looked at his eyes through the blood smeared pro mask that covered his face and he did the same to me. With a simple nod we knew what we had to do.

It was like shooting fish in a barrel.

My attention turned back toward the smouldering bloody mess that was the first wave of infected. Already another large group of them were stepping over the broken remains of there comrades heading our way. I knew that we didn't have enough firepower here at the moment to stop this next wave, and that once they hit our fence it wouldn't take long for the sheer weight of their numbers to take over and collapse our fence.

I quickly walked over to where the rest of my guys were mulling around taking pot shots at the advancing horde of infected. I looked around and realised that I was the highest ranking person among the group. The Platoon Sergeant left earlier for a meeting and the Butter Bar Lt was nowhere to be found. Typical I thought to myself, he must have broke under the pressure and ran somewhere to hide.

"Whats the plan Corporal?" asked Murphy with a slight hinge of panic in his voice.

Looking around I noticed that everyone seemed to be pulling back toward the airfield. The radio chatter was chaotic at best as command and control started to break down as people fled for their lives or were being overrun from what seemed to be the never ending horde.

"The plans simple, were getting the feth out of here." I said as calm and confident as I could. Nearby the infected were close enough that you could hear them moan and cry.

And we ran.

It wasn't long after we started to run that you could hear the chain link fence come crashing down where we were just standing. All around us chaos insued. Off to our left I watched as infected ran up the back ramp into at taxing C-130, screams could be heard coming from inside even over the noise generated by the props. Ahead of us I noticed Blackhawk helicopters doing dust offs from a elevated platform on the second floor of a building.

I pointed to the helicopters and yelled "MOVE!" to my guys.

Being the first man to reach the door at the base of the stairwell, I quickly pulled it open and held it upon as everyone ran past me panting for air as they started up the two flights of stairs. I pushed the door closed as quick as I could, but before I could lock it something heavy slammed onto the opposite side of me denting the think metal door and pushing me back a few inches.

I dug my feet in and leaned into the door with everything I had as more things thumped into the back side of the door. I could not only feel but hear the metal strain under the weight being thrown against it on the other side. On the third try I managed to get the door closed enough to turn the lock with a satisfying click. For good measure I shot about half my mag through the door at the infected on the other side to hopefully buy me a little time. The echo from the shots inside the cinder block hallway made my ears ring painfully

I turned and started to take the steps two at a time when from behind me I could hear windows breaking as the infected swarmed through them. I made it to the top level and kicked the release bar on the door sending it flying wide open. A gust of downdraft from a helicopter at the edge of the roof was the only thing that I felt. The other Blackhawks had already loaded and taken off with the rest of my squad. I started to run across the roof toward it when the tail rotor suddenly swung violently right toward me.

I hurled myself flat against the roof with a grunt as it swung over head impacting several infected that were following me that I didn't even know where there. As soon as I was clear I quickly got myself to my feet and jumped into the opposite side of the helicopter. A manned mini gun sticking out the front side spun into life and proceeded to spit hot lead into any remaining infected on the roof as the we quickly gained altitude and flew off into and over the burning city.

Sitting up I pulled myself into one of the seats in the back of the Blackhawk and belted myself in. I looked around and realised that I was the only non crew member on board. I couldn't help but hope that everyone had somehow been as lucky as myself and had managed to make it out alive, though I knew that wasn't the case.

It was about then that I noticed the vibrations. At first I thought it was just some light turbulence, but then it progressively got worse and I noticed that smoke was starting to fill the cab and that the pilot was fighting to keep control of the Blackhawk. Up ahead I noticed a building with plenty of searchlights and flashing lights from police cars around it. I couldn't tell but it looked like we were going to try to make an emergency landing on the rooftop. Reaching down I made sure that my seat belt was on tight and it was at this moment that I heard the sound of tearing metal and a alarm started to sound from the cockpit.

"IM LOSEING IT!" I heard the pilot scream as we started to spin out of control to our right slowly at first but ever picking up speed. I reached out and grabbed onto anything that I could to help fight the building centrifugal force that wanted to rip me from my seat and fling me out and about the cab. We were originally flying well over rooftop level but I could see the altimeter spinning out as we fell from the sky.

The last thing I remember Is seeing a Glass faced high rise looming in front of us getting closer and closer and I knew we were going to fly into it.

"BRACE FOR IMPACT!!""... somebody yelled in a very panicked voice..

"Shiiiiiit....." I muttered through gritted teeth to myself with my eyes closed as we impacted the side of the high rise...

Darkness.

[OOC: Really good so far, I have gone back and edited a couple of my posts to make them fit in a little better with the overall story and some specifics mentioned in other peoples stuff.

I will post a flash back for John (later tonight when I get home from work probably) detailing the time up until when he is woken up by Ian, so I will make reference to the army etc being involved at the edge of his awareness.

Anyway, keep it up ]

OOC (Am loving these posts really good guys gold as usual anyways will be taking a break from posting later on as I am going to try to get a copy of Operation Flashpoint Dragon Rising but anyway onwards another day during the Zombie Apocalypse)


Dave poured over his Operation Wildfire folder it was well god knows what time it was he lost track of the time but the folder was what consumed his time at the moment that and getting to Canada with the survivors in his care Echo had to be there why wouldnt it be? the government surely wouldnt have not planned for this especially with what he read in the folder they must have the virus couldnt survive in cold tempertures or so they summised and theorised in the folder.
He heard a knock at his door he turned a young lad stood there "Your a fireman right or used to be?" the lad said.
"Yea I used to be in Pittsburgh before all this"Dave gestured in a wide arc with his hands "Thats pretty cool" said the lad taking out a cigarette and lighting it "as cool as those dudes out there with the guns your not too bad with a rifle yourself look like you can handle yourself in a fight" said the lad offering the packet.
Dave refused "Dont smoke" he replied
The lad gave a suit yourself look and took a drag on the ciggie "Im Johnson by the way" he offered his hand Dave shook it "Dave Jenkins what did you do prior to all this Johnson?" he looked down at his feet took a deep breath and stubbed out the ciggie on the corner of the desk "Well I love cars Id work with my dad fixing and building cars didnt have much of an education felt stifled you know penned in used to tell "the man" to go screw himself cut classes go to Dads garage watch him build some pretty awesome motors you have a car?" he asked pulling out another ciggie and lighting it
"Ford Torino it was my baby used to go wife,job,car" he paused as he remembered "Yea I loved that car"
Johnsons eyes widened "Torino first time I laid eyes on one of those I was twelve the engine oooo wee what a sound that was some damned cool car!" he gestured his apporval with the ciggie "Damned cool" he added
"I hope Craig is ok I came looking for you seem to know the bottom order we gonna have to blow his brains out or not?" Dave looked up and asked the question that was on everyones lips
"How'd he get like that??...."


Down the corridor Sgt Bieldekker and his detail made their way towards Dr Wades Lab he gestured for his men to wait outside
"Noone comes in you copy?" his men nodded
"Dr Wade" he called out "This is Bieldekker we need to talk"
John rounded the corner "Ah Sgt a pleasant surprise what brings you to us rather me" he corrected himself Bieldekker looked confused and puzzled at the man in the blood stained medical wear Bieldekker slammed the folder down on the desk and took a stool
"One thing is medical care another is private experiments I thought I told you to wait until I heard from my contacts before you worked on a cure" said Bieldekker quietly yet sternly
"Yes..Yes but the oppertunities my my Im already learning so much from the boy this ..this Virus is unique deadly and amazing" and he paused and smiled "perfect"
"It could be gold bars to me doc but you compromise me and my clients and you will disappear I will make sure of it discretion my dear doctor is of the essence do I make myself clear that fireman is already poking around show me the boy" he ordered
John and him walked round to a cubicle where the young Mckaney boy was plugged up to god knows what it looked like Frankenstein the boy was pale his eyes open looking straight up led on a medical gurney patches of his skin were black from infection one side of this face had sunken already like a stroke victim "He dies and gets back up and kills people I will kill you" whispered Bieldekker
"I want to know you have this under control if in 48hrs you do and you can prove to me that progress is made i'll get you and me and the boy out on a company chopper to the Anubis facility"
"What about Dave that meddling bastard will ruin everything if he knows...." John added fear in his voice
"He wont know I have Lockie working on a diversion added Bieldekker a big one."


OOC (The foundations are now being laid for the end of act one as you can guess now Bieldekker was bought out years ago by a private contractor shortly after his court martial in 1991 following the incident that frenzied potato will outline the court martial was overturned by a generous benefactor

Now the arena is open again ... good posting )

[OOC: Ok, I was not expecting that... and I am John

Might make myself a slightly less important character to do my own thing with, as John seems to be a focal point of the story. Though I am enjoying reading, I think I will make someone who is slightly more free to do things

If you wouldn't mind PM'ing me some more information on what is going on, so I do not write contradictory fluff for John... I really was not expecting him to be in with "the bad guys", more attempting to find a cure because it is the right thing to do and out of concern for his patients.]

<OOC> Maybe not in bed with the bad guys. His way may be highly unorthodox. May even be slightly twisted. Remember evil is only a perspective. Especially if the SOB found a cure while using odd methods. Do the means justify the end? Yeah been thinking hard about the incident and I should have it up by tonight.

[OOC: I will add a time in later when I have put everyones stories in some kind of order tonight]

++ Path lab, just after speaking to Bieldekker ++

John hurried Bieldekker out of the lab, closing the door behind him. He sagged against it and blew out a long sigh. It was getting harder and harder to fob off the man and his shadowy backers. The effort of trying to save the boy's life, the lack of sleep and general stress was certainly not helping the situation and he knew he was starting to crack.

John wished they had never found him in the first place. All he wanted to do was make people better, that is all it had ever been about. He thought back to when Bieldekker had first contacted him in the hospital when he had first been called in to deal with the influx of patients and wished (against all his oaths to the contrary) he had just stabbed the man there and then and let him bleed out in his OR.

What they were asking was impossible, not to mention being against everything he stood for and he was almost glad when Ian had told him the army had pulled out of the hospital without him. He wondered how Bieldekker had survived what had evidently decimated the men under his command, though he could well guess.

He rushed back over to the medical instruments hooked into the young man and quickly scanned their readouts. Not looking good, but far better than could be expected. He was doing everything in his power to slow the spread of the infection but it was still progressing rapidly.

At the current rate, he would be dead within 24 hours of being infected. Granted, it was a big step forwards being able to slow it this much, but it was far from a cure.

John knew he had to get word to Dave about what was going on, but Bieldekker's goons followed him and his staff wherever they went and there was no chance. No matter the mans desire to head north and their past clashes on the matter, he was still best placed to help John and his staff. Not to mention the boy.

He placed a gloved hand against the young man's forehead and felt the flesh burning beneath.

John sighed again and motioned for a nurse to give their patient another injection of the cocktail of drugs and engineered phage that they had devised to keep him alive...

<OOC> Well done. Puts the poor doctor in a precarious position between morality and needs of the few / many cases. I have an active day today but will post the incident that causes the infamous court martial tonight. Going to be a well rounded first act.

[OOC: Thanks, I am trying to make him look more like he is being forced into working on things against his well, or at least having his work twisted than doing bad things of his own accord.

I look forward to seeing where this is leading]

[OOC: Ok, I have compiled the characters and created a timeline (some things I was not quite sure on, so they may not be where you expected them).

The file can be found here (requires excel).

(Crappy) Image versions can be found here:
http://nathe1.webs.com/characters1.jpg
http://nathe1.webs.com/timeline1.jpg

Characters on the first page, timeline on the second page.

Feel free to make any comments or suggestions you want. Feel free to PM me if you want to keep it out of the thread, or just want things to remain uncluttered, though public discussion is good to me ]

<OOC> Looks good. I am gonna leave the encounter where Johnson and Mikes family got into a bad sorte where craig got bit *GUTTERIDGE* Then post up the memory of Biedkker / Mike's botched mission. Why should I have all the fun Gutteridge That encounter is all you buddy!

[FLASHBACK]

++ ~50 hours after outbreak, Denver Hospital ++

Bieldekker had searched everywhere for Wade. "Where the hell is he... bloody doctors, never around when you need them..."

Just then he got a call through his radio from one of his men: "Sir, I have found him... I think. Ward 7, East wing, 3rd floor." Bieldekker pictured the layout of the hospital in his mind, trying to orientate himself before he replied that he was on his way.

++ Ward 7, 10 minutes later ++

Bieldekker marched up to the nurse who was barring his man from entering the area screened off from the ward by a curtain rail. A hand written sign was stuck to the curtain. it read "Temporary operating room 7A - Dr Wade in attendance".

"Stand down Private, I will take it from here" he said to his man, before turning to look at the nurse "I'm looking for Dr Wade, Private Hooper here tells me that he is here."

"I'm afraid you can't see him at the moment, he is operating on someone and can't be disturbed." the nurse said, trying to break free of his gaze "Please, I have to get back to work, you can't go in there, you will have to wait until he is finished."

"And how long will that be?" growled Bieldekker "This is urgent, a matter of national security."

The nurse looked slightly taken aback "National security? I suppose I could go and see if he is nearly done, but there are so many patients who need him that I don't think he will be able to spare you much time, even if it is for national security." At this she nodded to the ward, overflowing with patients.

"I suppose that will do" sighed Bieldekker as the nurse disappeared behind the curtain. A few minutes later she reappeared "Ok, he is almost done in there, you can go in, but please don't touch anything... we are trying to keep things as sterile as possible, despite the overwhelming circumstances"

Bieldekker pulled aside the curtain and stepped inside the brightly lit area behind it.

"Ok, can we get a drain in here please? And can you finish stitching this up while I go and see what this guy wants? Thanks, and good work." The masked man stepped away from the table and pulled the surgical mask away from his face. His gloved hands were covered in blood, as was a large amount of the floor. he grabbed a clean towel from a stand and wiped the sweat and grime from his eyes and mouth.

"What can I do for you? The nurse said something about national security. Can you make it quick and easy to understand... I have been operating ever since I got here and have only had about 4 hours sleep in the last couple of days, my next patient is waiting and I need to change into new scrubs and try to get as sterile as possible to avoid cross contamination."

Dr wade began stripping his scrubs and surgical gear, throwing it into a hazardous waste bin overflowing with blood encrusted dressings, scrubs and other gear. "come on, I don't have all day."

"Dr Wade, I need you to pay attention to me very carefully" said Bieldekker in low tones. "I represent a... secret group within the nation's security services and it has come to our attention that you posess certain skills that our group wishes to utilise to their fullest extent. It has come to our attention that there is a currently unknown infection behind the current outbreak of violent behaviour, and we are uniquly placed to take advantage of your skills and a plentiful quantity of subjects to discover exactly what it is, and perhaps harness it's potential for the furthering of our nations interests"

Johns face had been gradually hardening as Bieldekker spoke. "Can't you see I am busy? If you are just going to take up my time, and the time of my surgical team spouting childish consipicy theories, I don't want to hear it and would ask you to leave my OR." said John, angrily. "I am trying to save lives here, not chase after phantom illness on behalf of shadowy secret society, now, if you don't have anything sensible to say, I will have to call security to remove you."

Bieldekker was slightly taken aback at this outburst and amused at the thought of some hospital security guards trying to move a battle hardened Marine when he didn't want to be moved. "Listen here Dr, you are not really in a position to refuse this offer, the people I work for are more powerful than you can imagine, and you do not want to cross them." Here Bieldekker thought back into the past. "You really don't want to cross them, trust me. All you need to do is what we tell you and you will be fine... cross us and you may live to regret it."

"Threats may work on your men, but they do not work on me. Now, if you have nothing sensible to say, I would kindly ask you to get the hell out of my OR before I throw you out myself."

Bieldekker snorted at the thought of this. "Fine, have it your way Dr Wade, I will relay what you have said to my associates. Have no doubt that I will be back, and that you will fall into line on this."

John shook his head and finished pulling on his clean surgical wear. "Fine, whatever, now if you don't mind, I have a ward full of patients and only one pair of hands." He turned back to the operating table just as it was having the last of the blood washed off with highly concentrated sanitising fluid.

Bieldekker shook his head and stepped back outside the curtain.

(OOC)
(Haveing problems viewing that file Silver, any chance you could Pm a word version of it to me?)

[OOC: No can do on the word version, it just squashes everything up and is generally crap. Uploaded a screenshot version of the spreadsheets though.]

The unfolding story of Cpl. Jones
Timeline: Unknown
Location: Unknown Office Building



The world around me slowly came into focus as I peered through the broken lenses of my pro mask. I was hanging upside down inside the wreckage that was the Blackhawk that I was riding on. After going through the windows on whatever floor I was on, the Blackhawk had apparently rolled over onto its roof something during the crash landing.

I could hear the electronic cackle of static coming from the headsets hanging loosely around me and I could smell spilled fuel in the air. Inside my mask I felt the sloshing of some kind of liquid as I move my head around. I reached up and pulled my now useless pro mask up off my head and let it fall to the floor. Somewhere during the crash my Kevlar must have slipped off because it wasn't attached to my head and I didn't see it anywhere around me.

As soon as I broke the seal I felt the thick warm liquid flow over my forehead and through my short cut hair as gravity took hold. I wiped my still gloved hand over my eyes to clear the liquid away and realised that it was blood. My blood. Apparently I had smashed my nose during the crash and before it clotted it had partially filled the inside of my mask. I tried very hard not to gag at the thought of it.

My head was starting to hurt and I was quickly becoming even more light headed. Putting one hand down below me to help break my fall I pulled the release lever for my seat belt with the other and fell a short distance squarely onto my shoulders. With a wet splash my feet and legs rolled over and I was laying face down in about a inch of cold, smelly water. Reaching out with first one hand then the next, I pulled myself through the wet mess that was all around me until I was clear of the wreckage. As soon as I was though an icy shower of water instantly hit me. It was then that I realised that the sprinklers in the room, and most likely the entire floor, had activated and were pumping thousands of gallons of water onto a non-existent fire.

The only lighting in the room was from a pair of emergency lights and the strobe effects from the fire alarm. Every once in awhile some electrical would arc overhead from the lighting and send a shower of orange sparks sizzling into the water below. Using parts of the wreckage to assist myself, I pulled myself to my feet and took a few shaky steps toward the nose of the wreckage to check on the two pilots. Even in these low light conditions, I could instantly that they were beyond any help.

I leaned as far as I could into the smashed cockpit of the helicopter and grabbed the pilots survival pack and one of the Mp5k in the cockpit, my Colt M4 carbine lost sometime during the crash. Turning around I then walked over to a table that was mostly clear of clutter and dumped all the gear from not only the cockpit but my own LBE onto it. I spent the next few minutes transferring gear and magazines over to my LBE. After I did this I put all my 5.56 mags into a small backpack and slung it over my shoulder. It was useless to me at the moment, but I might find someone somewhere that may need it.

By this time I was no longer light headed from hanging upside down, but I did have a slight headache that just didn't want to go away. I did a real fast head to toe assessment of myself to make sure I wasn't seriously injured. My NBC suit was cut and torn in several places and I had blood stains in several spots, some of it my own. My nose was smashed up pretty good and I was pretty sure that I was going to have a black eye or two to match it shortly. Other then being abit stiff and a little shocked that I was alive and well, I was doing just fine.

I chuckled to myself as the cold water continued to rain down upon me washing some of the blood from my face. I inserted a thirty round mag into the Mp5k and slapped the charging handle on the top of the gun sending the bolt forward. I turned on the tac light attachment and proceeded to find a way out of the dark, wet nightmare that I was currently standing in.

[OOC: Dun dun dun!

Your week is just not getting any better is it, cpl Jones?

Good stuff jp400 ]

(OOC: Thanks, Im about to paste a followup with a small curveball in it. So stay tuned to find out what happens!)

The unfolding story of Cpl. Jones
Timeline: Unknown
Location: Unknown Office Building



I don't remember how long I wondered around that building. At first I just wanted to get out of the constant cold shower that was falling from the overhead sprinklers, so I made my way to a set of stairs and went down a few floors. My progress was slow due to the steady stream of water that was flowing down the stairs which made the steps very slippery. I finally found a stairwell door that wasn't locked and I pushed the door open slowly with my Mp5k up at the ready in case one of those things were on the other side.

The lights were still on in this section of the building at least and I didn't see or hear anything except for the sound of water dripping steadily onto a tile floor from various places. I stepped inside and let the door close fully behind me with a solid thud. Dripping water as I went I made my way down the tiled hallway, my boots making squelching noises with each step as the water reacted to the highly waxed tile flooring.

Around me I passed unmarked blue metal doors with electronic keypad locks. I tried to open a few of them but they all appeared to be locked. The few doors that had a glass window built in were frosted to prevent people like me from seeing through them. It gave me the impression that I was trapped inside some kind of medical building, only instead of being warm and cheerful like a hospital, I got the impression that something was lurking around every corner ready to spring out and strike.

Taking a very deep breath, I let it out with a sigh and I calmed myself down. Faintly I could hear gunfire and explosions coming in from outside the building. I didn't know who was doing the shooting, but I prayed that they were giving those things one hell of a fight.

CLANG!

I spun around, my boots squeaking loudly with my gun raised at the metallic noise from down the hallway. At the end of the hall one of those round metal trash cans was slowly rolling across the hallway before coming to a stop against the opposite wall.

"Hello?" I said in an elevated tone with no answer.

Sweeping back and forth across the hallway in front of me at every window and door with my Mp5k I advanced with caution down hall toward the source of the noise. It didn't take long to cover the short distance to where the can now lay against the wall. I took one quick glance at the can and didn't notice anything abnormal about it. The hall where I was standing was a dead end and I couldn't see anything that could have knocked it over. Sweat was now breaking out across my face as I felt that nervous feeling spread to the bottoms of my feet.

Something caught my eye at the opposite end of the hall where it was a T intersection and I spun around fast enough to just catch a glimpse of a figure dart across the hallway.

"Is anyone there?!?" I yelled down the hall.

I jumped half out of my skin when in reply I heard what sounded like a girl laughing to herself.

I started to run down the hall at almost a sprint quickly covering the short distance to the intersection and rounded the corner. I stood there, breathing heavy for a few seconds and stared down a hallway with a flickering overhead light. In that light squatting against a wall was a female figure wearing a torn lab coat. In her current position I couldn't tell exactly how tall she was, but her black hair was matted with a few stray strands poking this way and that. Her lab coat was was torn and dirty with what looked like blood splattered across it as if it was sprayed on.

As I watched she just continued to squat against the wall, rocking herself back and forth on the balls of her feet. Her hands covered her face, one of which was missing a finger and was bandaged up with blood seeping through. She continued to laugh softly though her hands as if she was thinking of something funny. I walked over and bent down next to her and gently put my hand on her shoulder. She looked up at me with tears coming from her blue eyes.

"Hello" was all I could manage to come up with.

"Are you part of the security detail for Project Wildfire?" She asked as her voice cracked from nerves.

I looked at her with a puzzled expression on my face. "No. My name is Jones, I'm with the army."

"Oh, that's too bad" she said as she let herself sink all the way to the floor. Her face was getting more and more pale as I watched and her breathing was starting to get shallow. I had already seen this rerun and knew that she was infected.

I couldn't tell how long or how far the infection was progressing in her, but I knew that she would not last much longer. I did my best to comfort her.

"Here, I have something for you soldier..." She said with a weak smile as she reached into the front pocket of her lab coat and pulled something out of it and forced it into my hand before closing my fist around it.

"Guard it with your life... its more valuable then you know..." she managed to mutter before her voice trailed off and her head rolled to the side.

I gently laid her arm back over her and stood up. I took a few steps back away from into better light and opened my hand up. Pressed neatly against the black rubber of my gloved palm was a large thumb drive with what looked like some kind of Egyptian symbol engraved into it. I didn't have a clue what it was or what it was for, but it was important enough for someone to stay behind in this mess and give there life to make sure that somebody got it. I shoved it deep into one of my zippered pockets where I knew it wouldn't get lost for safekeeping.

Turning back to the lady in the lab coat, I aimed my Mp5k at her head and pulled the trigger.

She would rest in peace.

[OOC: Spooky :O

You have a really good atmosphere going on there, great stuff]

(OOC) Dear god, i dont check this enough, so sorry guys ive only recently remembered about this... sigh, so much information i am really sorry guys, hopefully when i have the time i could read through all of this and try to make sense, i know if this is a big ask but could someone with the idea summarise it quickly so i can get back on track, i was thinking of a forward scene in the future but i dont have enough info for the event and the questions it arouses. sorry for the inconvience guys

[OOC: Don't worry about it

There is a timeline and character sheet here: http://nathe1.webs.com/Character%20relationships.xls

Or if that does not work, there are image versions here:
http://nathe1.webs.com/characters1.jpg
http://nathe1.webs.com/timeline1.jpg

I think someone was asking if you wanted to write where their characters meet yours and where one of them gets infected, but I can't remember which post it is off the top of my head.

Welcome back anyway ]

<OOC>Yeah that was me. Working out the details with Gutterridge in PM's. He should be back with us again. He will illuminate us with the gap between the Mike's Family Meeting him through craigs encounter and be caught up. I am almost done with the incident with Bieldekker, should have it up tonight..

(OOC: ARG! Just lost my page long response... Oh well. Dont have to time to repost it now, but ill re-make it before the day is over)

<OOC> That happened on my larger 2nd post. I feel for ya man.

The unfolding story of Cpl. Jones
Timeline: Unknown
Location: Unknown Office Building



The sound of my boots striking the floor echoed down the hallway as I continue to run from the ever growing horde of infected in the building. As soon as I had shot the girl the the torn lab coat I had regretted my decision to do so. The gunshot attracted every one of the infected withing hearing distance and no soon had the shot echoed down the hall did I start hearing the familiar moaning and footfall of my enemy.

Rounding yet another corner I ran through a set of double doors with a pair of bloody hand prints smeared across them into what looked to be some kind of cafeteria. I wormed my way around various chairs and tables with metal serving trays on top of them. At one table the body of someone sat slumped over face down over a plate of cold food with a large portion of there backside flayed out in a chunky red mess around them.

Progress through this area was slow going due to the fact that overturned tables and chairs were everywhere and the overhead fluorescent lighting kept flickering on and off as the power surged through the building. I wasn't halfway through the room when I heard a loud crash behind me as a group of infected forced there way through the doorway that I just came through. I hopped up onto the nearest table sending cups and metal serving trays crashing the floor to gain a clearer line of fire on my targets.

Taking quick aim I fired a controlled burst at the first shambler to stumble into the the room. The rounds impacted the man wearing a torn button up shirt in his side sending a red spray splatter onto the wall behind him before the impact sent him stumbling over into the crowd behind him. I switch the fire selector from burst to full auto and squeezed the trigger.

The little PDW sent round after round into the tightly packed ranks of infected as they tried to swarm through the double doorway, which acted like a funnel. I could not only hear but see rounds impacting the soft bodies of my targets as chunks of red gore was thrown up with every impact. No sooner was the last brass casing send flying out of the gun leaving behind a smoke trail as it arced through the air then I hit the mag release and let the empty magazine fall to the brass covered table top. Pulling another from one of my many pouches I inserted it with force and hit the bolt catch release. However as quick as I was the infected were faster.

They had already pushed passed and climbed over their own dead and were not lurching toward me at a pretty quick pace. I quickly looked around the room and saw in the far corner I saw an exit sign above another doorway. Turning on my heels I started to run across the many table tops sending dishes flying as I sprinted toward the exit. As I ran I extended the PDW behind me and tried to spray and prey the best I could at the shamblers that were giving chase.

I jumped from the last table when I reached the end of that row and landed nearly tripping over myself as my gear shifted mid flight. I recovered quickly and was soon breathing heavily as I now sprinted toward the exit. From behind a stack of warming trays a shambler wearing a chef hat stepped out in front of me extending his mangled hands. Without missing a beat I let my PDW hand its its 3 point sling as I grabbed a metal serving tray. As I neared the fat shambler I swung out with everything that I had at his face. With a wet crack that sent teeth flying the tray impacted his face snapping his head back violently and sending the fat man head over heals with a stack of dirty plates with a crash.

As I went through the door I threw the bloody bent tray to the side as a turned right and continued to run down yet another hallway. As I came to a three way intersection I could see shadows cast from an emergency light of a group of shamblers coming my way from up ahead. Knowing that more of them were behind me I turned left and proceeded down another long hall. I followed it a little ways not panting for air from all the sprinting I was doing and decided to duck into a little cubby area. To my amazement I was standing in one of those widened areas used for multiple elevators. One of the doors was partially open with the interior light flickering sending sparks cascading down onto the broken remains of what looked like some kind of well armed security detail.

Behind me I could still hear the cries and moans of the shamblers, and they were growing ever louder. I walked over to the wall controls and pressed the up button. An orange ring of light illuminated it and I heard a soft "ding". With the power in the building questionable at best, I knew that stairs would be a better option, but looking around I didn't see any and I didn't have much of a choice.

The sound of the elevator motor moving behind the door didn't come fast enough for me. I was constantly glancing over my shoulder as the sounds of feet dragging across the floor grew louder and louder. With another soft "ding" the elevator arrived and the door opened up in front of me.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!

Every muscle in my body convulsed against my will and all I could do was gurgle out a moan of pain as I feel over against my will onto the floor with a loud thud. Three men wearing black suites stepped out of the elevator, one of whom was holding a stun gun in his hand.

"Is this the source?" One asked as he looked at the man to his right. The other man pulled out what looked like some kind of palm pilot and bent down over me. He moved the palm pilot over my body until it was centered over the pocket that contained the thumb drive. He unzipped my pocket and removed the thumb drive. He looked up at the other and nodded his head.

"What shall we do with him?" asked the third as he kicked the heel of my boot with the toe of his shiny dress shoes.

"We cant have loose ends running around now can we." Said the first one with a sly little smile.

The man that was kneeling over me reached into his suit and pulled out a handgun before standing back up over me. I tried with everything that I had to move my hands and all I managed to do was shift back and forth on the floor. With a flick of his thumb he undid the safety and aimed the pistol square at my face.

"No, I have a better idea for this one." said the first one in a dry tone "After all, life is a precious thing to waste." The other chuckled to themselves.

"And if anyone asks any questions at the hospital?" asked the third man.

"Then we tell him that he is a patient from the mental hospital and that nobody will miss him. It wont matter anyway, he will be so drugged up it wont really matter."

The moans of the shamblers were ever so loud now, and for once I wished that they would show up and devour these men in their fancy suits. With a grunt they grabbed me by my ankles and dragged me onto the elevator. I was starting to regain control of my body and I tried to resist, but as the doors closed and we rode on toward the roof one of them pulled a metal case out from his pocket and opened it revealing a row of oddly colored needles. He pulled one out as the others held me firmly in place as he injected it into the side of my neck.

The last thing I remember as the world around we swam and spun before growing dark was being loaded onto a helicopter on the rooftop.

[OOC: Wow, spookier and spookier. Some really good stuff there, and a great tie in at the end too.]

(OOC: Yeah, was takeing abit long to get out of the building and build in a tie in. I rembered reading about men in black suits and a helicopter in an earlier post and that gave me the idea for the tie in.

Sorry if it lacks abit in detail, I just didnt have the time after accidently loseing my 1st post to re-write it with as much depth.)

ZOMBIESSSS!!!!!!!!!
Name:Josh Thunderhorse (the last name IS REAL)
Age:13 years
Appearance:5' meek navajo child (navajo is a tribe) hair: black eyes:soft brown, two scars; one across his forehead ALWAYS wears a green (now bloody) hoodie, under a black rain jacket that drops past his feet. Carrys a torch, four 20" knifes, and an airsoft gun.(hidden in a hole outside the juvi. building)(torch: for burning the heads of zombies, navajos have zombies, too.)
History:has been bullied until the point were he choked someone until they passed out. Sent to juvi. reason for survial. He is a navajo in New Mexico.
His story:
time:36 hours
location:bus on route to Denver; New Mexico was overrun

"I'm cold."This is my voice.

"It's cold." this voice is a guard who saved me. His name is Robert

"light my torch."Navajos chop dead things (or things they killed) heads off-then burn them, otherwise, they will haunt you.

"Start chopping."

"This is gr-gr-gr-ugbul-"(ugbul is the sound of throw up.)

"You O.K.?"

"Yes-I'll go light the fire pit"

"I wouldn't put a 13 through this-this he "

"Oh well. The weak die. I'm am not weak."

"THERE HERE!!!"A distant voice-another guard

"do we have time for a prayer?"

"yes"

In a circle, we prayed.

"GUN RANGE" another guard

"DIE!!!" My voice.
OOC: I'm trying to get to denver-1-2 days some body help-I give premission to use my charater 36 hours: I wanted to join.

OOC (You guys are amazing as ever tip top stuff story is evolving properly reason I havent posted my illness still isnt gone I felt like gak last night I also have had bloods back and lets say one element didnt go to plan so mulled over that last night.

LOTGs welcome to the story no doubt you have realised that we dont have a lot of characters from out of town so well appreciated! and welcome aboard.

Cpl Jones my my not a good week is it JP400 and for the survivors is about to get worse!. But im back to posting now!.

"Red twelve this is Red Eleven you are five miles out open mission profiles now set watches 07:00 Zulu mission time".
Corporal Monroe opened his mission profile folder and shone a torch over it to read it reason was this was black ops low profile going in two Blackhawks running dark profile asked for them to recover a Dr Wade Monroe laughed to himself "Another jumped up prick with more qualifications then his arm" he said to noone preticular insert grab him grab his files and get him out twelve would perform the swipe eleven would kill all witnesses that included that jumped up "I am" Bieldekker he would enjoy killing that grunt shame he was part of the swipe team.
The skyline or what was left of Denver came into view the choppers flew over shambling groups of Deadheads or Zulu's as they were called "LZ should be marked by smoke we will insert over top of target Eleven you hot drop and take out everything the associates have authorised deadly force intel has defence at 5 marines and 2 national guard 45 civilians "Even the civvies?" came a nervous voice over his comms bead "Even the Civvies" replied Munroe with a psychotic smile.
The Blackhawks lowered their altitude for final run to insertion "Wheres that damned smoke" said munroe pulling his face mask down he signalled for arm up and magazine check.
"No turning back now"

"For the first time in a long time I took to checking my door was bolted at night locked shut whatever i found at the FOB obviously got Bieldekker spooked I saw the look on his face that knowing look that look of "You'd best leave that alone son" I want out more than ever now to load everyone up and get the hell out of dodge why are we still here exactly why am I not following Natasha north?"

Dave woke with a start the pre dawn light shone through he lowered himself off the bed and into his shoes and pulled his shirt on and walked over to the desk.He picked up his colt and checked the mag full clip he picked up the M16 he would have to visit Lockie get a clip he had a nervous uneasy feeling about today and it wasnt just because of dead people.

He remembered talking to Mike the night previous he told him about a deep op he did into Cambodia in the seventies how they had been sent to eliminate a "Mistake" he said mistakes had a habit of disappearing whatever was going on with the McKaney lad was a mistake and there was more to it then anyone cared to admit to many motives and agenda's other then survival.What had happened two days ago why had it happened what quirk of fate had drawn these 50 odd people together and why did he feel before the day was out people were going to be hurt worse........killed.

A realisation came over Dave he had read about Wildfire and the Techseer organisation about what they stood for and their plans the forces at their disposal see this hadnt been intended for a normal civilian to read and he thought only "select" echelons of government and military were allowed to read what he had been privy too its what the cheif would describe as "smokes and mirriors lad smokes and mirrors"

With that he unlocked the door and peered through who he saw next gave him a shock. "Dave I have appeared to have done something very very stupid" said John very saddened and very shaky and scared their were rings round his eyes and his stubble wild in his other hand he had a folder with what looked like findings.

"Its by time I shared with you why Im so hell bent on finding a cure"