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OOC:thanks pimpalotz,I hope you feel better pimpalotz!!

72 hours
location:a bus on route to Denver.

"look there!!" this voice was another guard.

"more people!!" this was Rob.

A large group-45-55-people was walking down the street.
People with food, wepons, tools, wonderful!!
4 cars were with them, we had a bus half full of corn.
16 people on our bus.
Onward!!! Denver or bust!!

OOC ( Thanks dude we have had more illness that a little here my boss harassing me and i just feel dog tired my wife is ill at the moment as well and Im trying to get her all patched up cause when shes happy im happy.

I think your dudes are gonna land in the middle of a shitstorm when the plot gets brewing again. Are you all on the way to Denver at the moment??)

[OOC: Welcome to the story

Just to let you all know, I am getting married next Saturday, so will not be about for about a week and a half after that. Feel free to do whatever you want with my character in that time (well, try and keep the character relatively intact and true to his past actions ).

I will write some more when it is clear what and when I should be writing ]

OOC (Congrats dude thats awesome weddings are a blast mine was the single most happy day of my life and it will be yours so enjoy it its you and your good ladies day it'll be a blast!

Yea we will be gentle with John no sudden shifts in his well being I will make sure everyone keeps him safe hes a pivitol character.! again congrats and enjoy your day man!)

BOSS_PIMPALOTZ wrote:OOC ( Thanks dude we have had more illness that a little here my boss harassing me and i just feel dog tired my wife is ill at the moment as well and Im trying to get her all patched up cause when shes happy im happy.

I think your dudes are gonna land in the middle of a shitstorm when the plot gets brewing again. Are you all on the way to Denver at the moment??)

SilverMK2 wrote:[OOC: Welcome to the story

Just to let you all know, I am getting married next Saturday, so will not be about for about a week and a half after that. Feel free to do whatever you want with my character in that time (well, try and keep the character relatively intact and true to his past actions ).

I will write some more when it is clear what and when I should be writing ]

OOC:Sliver congraits!!
pimpalotz: I'm not sure-I'm a little beheind atm

OOC (Congrats dude thats awesome weddings are a blast mine was the single most happy day of my life and it will be yours so enjoy it its you and your good ladies day it'll be a blast!

Yea we will be gentle with John no sudden shifts in his well being I will make sure everyone keeps him safe hes a pivitol character.! again congrats and enjoy your day man! the next narrative is going to move things along a little.)



John sat in his room cradling the file he'd compiled about the Mckaney boy.He took a deep breath and got up from his bed and walked out the door as predicted two marines were out side and began to shadow his steps he sped up they matched pace he slowed they slowed "Persistant i'll give them that bieldekker trained these boys well but more than one way to goose a Fox" he ducked into a laundry room and started to change his clothes he found a old bag of civvies and a hat he pulled the cap over his eyes and ducked out of the room again in the pockets he'd stored all the vital pages.

He rounded a corner and got to Daves room removed his hat and discarded it and went to knock the door the door flew open and he was staring down the barrel of a M16 he grabbed the end and knocked it aside Dave blinked "I believe I have done something very stupid" said John "You better come in then" replied dave and ushered him in closing the door behind him and gesturing to a chair.Dave ocked the M16 and placed it on his lap before taking a chair himself"Before you say another word John I want to ask you before all this were you approached by the sgt you didnt meet him when he arrived with the other men did you?" said Dave very frankly with a stare that bored into Johns soul "Well not technically approached more sequestered" said John "During the initial outbreak I was working 36 hour shifts the amount of wounded were horrendous whilst trying to put a prostitutes cheek back together I was approched by our friendly neighbourhood sargeant.

"He asked me if I was an expert on Viral diseases of course Id done some research here and there for the CDC and the health department. He claimed that he represented a organisation that would pay handsomely for a cure or even origins of this godawful virus lets say he was very persistant i blew him off and the threatened me a lot I l;aughed thinking a grunt is threatening me and the world is going to hell outside that was the last I saw of him until 3 days ago".

Dave mulled over what he heard and the threw him the wildfire folder "He tell you anything about this? John looked down at the folder and picked it up the "Eqyptian symbol of Osiris The Kings of Egypt were associated with Osiris in death as Osiris rose from the dead they would, in union with him, inherit eternal life through a process of imitative magic" said John as if resiting from memory "But we all know eternal life is nonsense those people out there arent "technically" alive said John

"Tell me about it" said Dave "What else has happened in your rondezvous with Bieldekker?"
"Your implying that I have willingly implicated myself in this" he said with his arms spread wide "The end of humanity believe me David the end of the world was a fixed event happening already when I was approached by Bieldekker did you know his "Associates" want to weaponise whatever is flying around out there to sell to whatever constitutes as a world order when this is over if its ever over" he said loosing steam and collapsing into a chair
"God what have I done all I wanted to do was save lives now im proberly going to end lives I wish I hadnt ever laid eyes on the Mckaney boy my dreams for a cure would have been just that.....dreams"
"The boy has a name he is called Craig and remember you promised his father you'd save his life made any lee way in that by the way?". dave asked
John went white and swallowed hard "Ive been keeping him alive what you need to understand is he is unsavable all I can do is introduce a Phage that will show us if the Virus can be stopped slowed stalled but its fighting my efforts. He is going to turn Bieldekker is bleeding me dry for information he saids the "Associates are getting restless" I dont know what to do I let the boy die I condemn him to a life as a walking automoton i keep him alive I bend to and become an accesory to this happening again in another part of the world basically i keep this horrible events legacy and give it to people who will expolit its power".
Dave looked at Dave and then said "Theres always echo we can get the hell out of here you me everyone get out of dodge right now feth Bieldekker we can leave him here to take his chances we have Mike we have Johnson I say we cut our losses and run like hell because" Dave ran his hand over his face "I have a bad feeling about staying here we have made ourselves open taken on more than we can handle in one place we need to find echo we need to find safety we need to find the government and see if they are still alive and functioning and get this folder to them".
"There is a list of codenames maybe alias in the back this needs to go to the government" said John
The two men looked at each other for the longest time then the window blew in outside explosions blossomed all over the compound Daves ears were ringing he picked himself up and shook his head the next noise he heard was small arms fire but no moaning just more fire and a noise of not one but two helicopters.
Then came the screaming Johnson careered into the room "Man some serious gak is going down outside I think we need to bail Kansas aint gonna be the same after this!" he said looking up and down the corridor aiming left and right with his Magnum Dave picked up his M16 and pistol grabbed John by the scruf of his shoulder and walked out rattachat sounds of small arms sub machine gun fire rang out answered by the more horse sound of heavy calibre carbine fire. "Lab now!" said John the men raced down the corridor Johnson covering the rear Dave dragging John along they passed dead civilians and marines two at least which meant three were still alive. Dave shot John a furious look Mike was up ahead
"Whats up?" Dave said "Wheres Sarah?" Mike went pale tears rolled down his cheeks and he fell to his knees John slumped down
"What have I done what have i fething done" he said numbness in his voice another explosion this time a door down the corridor three black fatigued troops filed in one carrying a perpex shield one gestured toward Dave and the others fired.Dave dived behind a wall throwing John as he went he slid down the corridor and ended up cowering in a heap at the door to the lab.
Mike roared with anger and brought up his shotgun the first guy with the shield was upon him he took his side arm and smashed his visor with it then looped him round in one graceful move and snapped his neck.He scooped up the shield and nodded to Johnson "That guy is sooo fething cool" said Johnson "Yes and now enraged beyond any rational reasoning" added Dave he gestured to Mike "go i'll deal with these fethers" Dave and Johnson grabbed John and kicked the lab door in "Wheres the boy John you end this now!" shouted Dave "Destroy the notes everything there is no cure for this never was! we need to escape!" he bellowed "Jesus fething christ" said Johnson covering his mouth John walked around the corner Craig lay there a single bullet hole in his head next to the gurney was sat Bieldekker he slowly got up and cocked his Beretta "Which one of you fethers stitched me up?"
"Your a fether Bieldekker why is all I want to ask why feth you getting stitched up why did you do it to us" replied Dave Bieldekker laughed a low laugh "Do have any idea how much biological,Chemical and Nuclear weapons go for on the open market thats right millions of dollars in 1991 I was approached by some very interesting individuals I was on my uppers down out and just about to sent to jail for a crime that this government committed lets just say that these people made it so I didnt go to jail that I stayed in the miltary my charge was overturned in return I joined them and did covert esponage for them I wasnt going to be made a scape goat to save George W Bush Seniors ass.
"Thats right Mikial you think your a scapegoat?" Mike limped in he was bleeding from an arm wound John rushed over Mike shoved him hard against the wall with one hand
explosions rocked the building more screams more gunfire Mike angered beyond belief stalked towards Beildekker "35 years of service to my country Korea,Vietnam,Panama various Black ops Desert Storm and then I meet you spineless bastard what happened in 1991 happened because you couldnt follow orders couldnt swallow your pride gross misconduct of the highest order killing civilians!"
Bieldekker backed away slowly then Mike got a glimpse of the Gurney cocked his head to one side his eyes widened in realisation the closer he got he just broke wailed like a wounded animal then with one hand swung his shotgun round and aimed it at John "You said you'd look after my BOY!" bellowed Mike he squeezed the trigger John dove just as the wall exploded into splinters wide eyed he ran John was gone noone knew where Bieldekker went to move "NO YOU DONT!" bellowed John
"How much did you take to sell us out?" he added cocking a new shell into the chamber and aiming it at Bieldekker
"This country sold me out up the river!" replied Bieldekker "With good reason you killed 17 civilians and my Boy and my Girl I swear Im going to tear your fething head off so start praying Mikial" said Mike
"Ok if we're gonna do this lets do it old style the marine way knife fight" said Bieldekker pulling out his combat Knife Dave pulled on Mikes shoulder "No time we gotta go we gotta find John" Johnson nodded in agreement "Leave this gak to the zombies lets roll" "Ok" said mike before he did he pulled the trigger shot hit Bieldekker square in the chest he hit the ground gasping Mike walked over and stood over him "I do things my way this is for my Kids" he walked off spat on him as he went
Downstairs Corporal Monroe unloaded a round into a woman shielding her child rolled the woman off the screaming 5 year old boy and squeezed the trigger again "Status on finding wade" he said into his comm bead "Negative still no sign 3 of eleven are dead someone fethed them up good shotgun by looks of things" Monroes brow furrowed and he felt anger rising "I thought intel said we only had the minmum military personel feth it kill anyone you find get Wade!" he untapped the bead and walked over to the bleeding national guardsmen "You remember the first Rambo movie? you like that? when one guy takes it on himself to take on every hard ass armed melon-fether in his town well we got one of your mates or a have a go hero killed 3 of my men I want you to get on this blower and get him to come out" "feth you!" spat Lockie "Ok thats ok I just need to persuade you I guess" Monroe walked over and grabbed a 3 year old girl by her hair and dragged her into the middle of the foyer cocked his pistol and aimed it at her head "How about now?" Lockie was shaking with fear and anger "How about you quit picking on 3 year olds and untie me give you something your own size to pick oh eh?" "erm wrong answer" Monroe pulled the trigger and the girl died blood pooled out of her body he slapped in a new clip "I can do this all night got 24 over there and I dont give a gak! about them" said Monroe face to face with Lockie.
Lockie turned his head one more shot rang out.

{OOC; why are we killing non-zombies, again?!?!?!?}

"zombie count!" Rob.

"40"another guard

"throw them in the firepit!" Me

"start the sweat!" We must clease oursevles. (a sweat is a hut with really hot rocks in it, it makes you sweat.)

"ALRIGHT!!, START BUILDING AN OUTPOST!!!" those non-navajos don't clease themsevles. I hope death does not haunt them.
We are at Pueblo, we are low on food-gas-sleep-and moral.
We are staying here until we savage suppiles for the trip to another town.

OOC (Its an on going plot line that we have we have the zombie apocalypse but we also have a shadowy organisation that is trying to weaponise the plague a sub plot involving Bieldekker and Dr John Wade lets just say that plot has come to head.

And the associates are attacking the hospital with two teams one to silence witnesses and one to grab Dr Wade hoping that his incarceration will speed his research up.

You have some catching up to do.Have you read the other parts? I am going to leave the forum open for a while am watching Red Dawn classic movie.)

OOC: sorry I-I-was watching ALIEN 4

[OOC: Woo, 100th post!

I might be introducing 2 more characters tonight... been thinking about it for a while and think they might fit in to where I think the next section of the story may be heading.

If not, they can just exist on their own, I don't really mind ]

OOC (cool sounds good I will be writing my next part soon I hope you dont mind that John is on the run if I was in the middle of something that I precieved was my fault and wracked with shame I think id run too its just a matter of weither Dave finds him or Corporal Monroe.

Just to elate any worries I am not steering away from the Zombie Menace they have merely taken a backseat to proceedings but they are still there still growing still in hunger for human flesh and will be back in the fore soon Im am intrigued to see how these two characters your going to invent pan out

All in all lets keep it up guys this is gold so far!)

[OOC: Yeah, I don't mind... if someone is shooting at you with a shotgun, you make a swift exit, especially if you were attempting to treat their son and someone has shot him in the head (at least, I think that is what happened, took me a few read throughs to get some sections).

I might do a short section for John tonight, just a "I got out the door and down the corridor and ran into some soldiers" kind of length, just to put some "John's thoughts on proceedings" into the story

My two new characters will be much more zombie focused in the traditional millions of zombies trying to eat them kind of style of play, so don't worry about that ]

++ During the raid on the hospital ++

John saw the barrel of the shotgun turn towards him and dived to the floor. He felt the air tear around him as the shot flew through the space he had occupied a split second before. A sharp pain errupted across his shoulder and blood sprayed the wall behind him as a few of the pelets found his flesh.

For a moment he was too shocked to scream out and then his rational mid asserted itself and clamped his mouth shut. He had only left Craig alone for a few minutes while he went to talk to David, and he certainly didn't have a bullet hole through his head when he left.

Fething Bieldekker, always screwing everything up. There was no way John could have saved Craig... he was far too gone when he arrived and John did not know what he did now... If he had the information and techniques he did now, it might have been different but his earlier crude efforts at resisting the virus had left a terrible toll on Craig's body. He would never have let it go on as long as it had without Bieldekker's gun to his head.

He slipped a pistol he had concealed in his waistband into his hand and tried to ignore the pain from his shoulder and concentrate on what was going on around him.

He heard Mike and Bieldekker shouting at each other and decided that it was probably time to make an exit. If Mike didn't kill him, Bieldekker almost certainly would (probably after he had killed Mike and tortured what John knew from him).

He desperately wanted to explain things to Mike, to ease his mind about the suffering his son had gone through but there was no time and the situation was too charged... if he tried he was liable to get shot again.

He quickly patted the hidden seam he had stitched into his boxers and felt the small flash card he had hidden there. Satisfied he checked everyone was busy pointing guns at people who wern't him and dragged himself towards the door and at least temporary freedom.

Once outside he pulled himself to his feet and looked around. He could hear gunshots everywhere mixed with the sound of screaming. Definately not good.

He could hear boots moving up the stairs across the hall from the Path Lab and decided that it was not a good idea to stay where he was; bleeding against the wall.

He moved off towards one of the fire exits down the corridor hoping to be able to climb either down to the car park (zombies permitting) or up to the roof (where he could hide amid the cluttered air conditioning units and other mechanical detritus which coated it).

The sound of a radio came from the corner ahead and caused John to stop "Feth" he muttered under his breath. Nothing for it now. He raised his pistol and took off the safety. He'd not shot a pistol for some time, but he used to go hunting regularly with his dad when he was younger, and he was active in the shooting community during high school. He put himself in as close to the shooting stance as he could manage with his damaged shoulder and braced himself.

A masked gunman slid around the corner and John reflexivly squeezed the trigger. Time seemed to slow slightly as the man's eyes widened in shock just as the bullet tore into the unprotected flesh at the join of his neck and his shoulder, right in the gap of his body armour. He spun and fell, crying out as he did so.

The next man into the corridor was luckier. John had winced as the recoil caused his shoulder to flare in agony and his aim was thrown; his next bullet impacting harmlessly in the wall next to the man's torso. He immediately crouched and fired his gun.

"Strange" thought John as he toppled to the floor "It never even made a noise..."

The man regained his feet and swung his tranc gun back on it's strap and pulled round his gun. "We have Wade, we're pulling back out to the chopper."

[OOC: Hope this does not cause too much of a problem, you can always rescue him in the nick of time if that is what is required ]

{OOC:this is where my char. is NOW ATM IN THE PLOT}

The building was small-yet it could hide many zombies-or 50 humans...

"how are we going to take this building?"A guard.

"we need supplies-we need to raid that store-" I was cut off.

"What if there's deadheads in there?"

"There's a skylight-anyways we have 100 gunshots" my voice.

We found enough weapons and supplies to last months
LIST:
37 "bite-proof" jackets
10 hunting rifles, 300 rounds
5 punching bags,4 made into traps
3 bicycles, all made into doorway "chainsaws"
all matter of wieghts, other to throw
I even got a pack of MAGIC: the gathering cards. (okay, 45 packs)

After the tally, we stormed the radio station-killing and burning 13 Deadheads
Yet, we lost 2.
We burned their bodies.

The building was a radio station. The first floor (there was 6) was madde into a trap floor for the deadheads. An armory (or just weapons laying around) was on the 2nd and 3rd floor. The workshop was on the 3 level. 5th level were where we selpt and lived on shifts unless the deadheads were barbaricly hungry. The 6thfloor was a greenhouse of sorts-we had some leftover corn. The 4th level was a work-in-progress, this was a radio sation, so I plan to make the 4th floor into a sound/light forcefield, the deadheads react to bright light and sound.

{OOC:Alright, I have a feeling I'm not writeing good stuff, so please comment more on my work-tell me what's wrong with my work, don't worry about hurting my feelings-I even think my work is kinda crappy}

{OOC:did I kill the thread? I didn't mean to I'm sorry}

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OOC (I have read this and I am amazed that it didnt go on longer I will resurrect the thread and we will carry on Monday I promise you all

Lord of Ghosts you didnt kill the thread me going back to work did so yea I hope you all want to carry it on!!

Until Monday...)

Just like the zombies it contains, this thread just won't stay dead! :O

when did this start?

ghosty wrote:when did this start?

3 months maybe?

OOC ( Sorry that I havent restarted this earlier well Monday Like I said but hey its a Sunday the day before Monday.we shall start it like the last post was end of Season 1 and now its start of Season 2 so in time honoured tradition I thee present)



The world has ended....

A virus the like of which the human race has never seen has swept the globe the only difference is whoever dies from this virus doesnt stay dead.Within hours of this outbreak the dead had risen starting with half a dozen then a hundred then a million before the world was covered with walking corpses hungering for the flesh of the living.One man Dave Jenkins and a band of desperate survivors have been plunged into this horrifying nightmare.

Last Time on Zombie Apocalypse........

"The hospital has been attacked John has gone missing we dont know where they came from but all we do know is that we are now hunted by forces neither afiliated to the government or the dead that infest the world as we stumble through this nightmare I see bodies dead bodies of innocent people mingled in with bodies of the monsters who attacked us....I think everyones mind is made up now we head North to safety to order to salvation and for myself to Natasha I am David Jenkins welcome to another day in hell"

And now the conclusion.........

Dave squeezed off a few rounds and another one of their attackers went down he like the others bore the eye of Osiris design on a patch on his right shoulder Dave looked down at the corpse with disgust before moving on at a jogging pace Johnson scanning the corridor "Exits down there man has anyone thought of what we do when we get out"??
"Out where??" asked dave
Johnson cocked his head to the right
"There out there outside last time it looked like Red Dawn was being filmed out there"
Dave nodded and they moved for the exit but he paused looked down and shook his head "We cant go not yet"
Johnson skidded to a halt "what?" Dave looked up "The people that these bastards are killing we cant leave them behind" he added
"Well what happened to we must survive we must go north we must find Natasha" replied Johnson
"Theres some things I need to take care of first" said Dave as he walked on
"fu.. ahhhh whatever!!" shouted Johnson as he jogged to keep up


Mike Mckaney used to be a father to two children a fine boy named Craig and a beautiful daughter named Sarah.
.......they were gone now he killed moved on reloaded killed again it was like one of those games Craig used to play Die,Dirge,Damn whatever it was called his field of vison gun held out now reminded him of that.He stood slumped against a wall wrapping a make shift bandage around his arm he checked his rounds three clips for the M16 three shells for the shotty his blood pumped hot like the rage he felt he was going to find this groups commanding officer and put one between their eyes no.... blow whoever it was brains all over the lobby wall.

"There he is first squad move right second squad move left pin him in take him alive Monroe wants to have a word with him"
Mikes eyes narrowed "So they want me alive eh" he reloaded the M16 shouldered it and waited for them to come near a propane tank that was near the wall
bang! the whole wall gave way in flames the smoke obscured his field of fire one of his assailants came through thrashing about on fire he put one in his chest moved again set up a field of fire again took two others out then again another three he didnt see the one behind him the world went black...
When he came two he surveyed his surroundings looked down at his wrists his wrists were bound with issue restraits he should know he bound enough political prisoners with them "Wakey wakey rambo" he shook his head trying to find the source of the voice "Yea thats it butch up here" he looked up a tall well built coloured man looked down at him he wore the same fatigues as the other attackers the Osiris patch on his right shoulder he spoke in a British dialect he knew it because he served with enough British troops during the Gulf war."So lone wolf had fun killing my men as you can see ive been having fun of my own" he gestured to the rest of the room bodies led in various piles all over the place Mikes eyes widened in rage as he saw the dead were women and children he leaped up only to have a butt of a gun introduced to his gut he fell and doubled in pain.
"Behave now Im Corporal Emmanuel Monroe and you killed my men you'll understand how..that...makes...me...rather...pissed...off"
he kicked Mike several times whilst he was on the floor brutal savage stomps Mike looked up and coughed globs of blood covered the lobby floor something inside had given way and god didnt Mike feel it he swallowed the pain and said
"Glad to be of service" he then laughed
Monroe grabbed his hair and pulled him up "Im no idiot you mock me yet you have seen what I have done"
"Yeah I see and I see the work of a coward" Mike laughed again
Monroe gestured to his squad "Kill this prick! and then load up we need to deliver our cargo to the facility"
"Yes sir" a trooper walked over and cocked his pistol
Mike didnt fear death he closed his eyes and envisaged Craig and Sarah
"Babies Im coming home"
Then he heard a shot but didnt feel the thud of the round the release of death instead he heard the room explode in the sounds of battle.

When he opened his eyes he saw Dave Jenkins and the lad called Johnson fighting their way in.

"Better late then never" he smiled to himself....

Johns head bounced on his chest as he was carried between two armoured soldiers. The group around him marched apparently without fear through the hospitals corridors, carrying him towards the roof.

His vision faded to black and he passed out.

The sudden jolt of being thrown onto the ground awakened him with a burst of pain. His head lolled and he managed to groggily take in the metal walls and roof, the wall near his feet open to the sky, rotors gently turning between him and the clouds and the sound of a powerful engine before passing out again.

OOC (Welcome back dude! I hope to get this off the ground again with all the posters taking thier parts again. Am going to be devoting a lot of time for offline activities want to watch some Films build some more Marines so am going to dip in out of this so if im slow adding anything thats why)

"Rage an emotion I have never really felt is coursing through me like a hot iron like the fires I used to put out,Johnson tries to convince me that where I am going is going to get me killed I ignore him the people who attacked us cannot be allowed to get away the grim envitablity is that the dead demand revenge no...not the shambling infected dead the innocents who have been killed"

Dave kicked open the door to the lobby and opened fire the first person he clamped eyes on a tall coloured man dived out of the way in anticipation of the carnage to come his two comrades were'nt so lucky they fell in a hail of bullets Johnson ran past him and took cover behind a pillar covering dave as he ran across the Lobby to where Mike Mckaney led he knelt down and picked him up one arm across his shoulder Mike looked up a appreciative smile on his face but still lost in a sea of emotion.
"Lets get out of here yea?" asked Dave
"Yea sure but one thing first" he snatched daves colt out of his waist band and aimed at the chap who led these mercenary murderers
"Goodnight sunshine" said Mike between clenched teeth a mixture of pain and rage
he squeezed the trigger but the pain made him sloppy and inaccurate it went wide and missed Monroe looked at him as if mocking him this would be a face Mckaney would remember he tried to burn the smug bastards image into his mind this man would meet his end at his hands.
"We going or what!!" screamed Johnson between killing the mercenaries that were now beginning to mobilise to fight back
Dave half carried half dragged Mike to the exit Johnson covering them as they went they got to the exit Mike lolled his head towards Johnson "Smoke Grenade" he croaked
Johnson looked at him confused "On the corpse belt on the floor get it throw it!" added Mike
Johnson knelt down whilst Dave covered him fring from the hip Mikes inaccurate fire helped but went stray more than on target made the other guys keep their heads down Johnson took out the pin and threw it smoke billowed out of the little canister
"Now please can we get the feth out of here" said Johnson as he began to run
"ok" said Mike with a chuckle
"I noticed these guys have a ride parked out back" said Dave
"The Blackhawk im in no condition to fly it" replied Mike Dave cursed to himself and began to move faster and faster Johnson aimed his rifle down the corridor
"The motorpool was blown to gak both APC's are wrecks the cars we had left no money either both been destroyed"
Dave registered the horrifying truth they would have to walk most likely through a zombie infested city with one injured person Mike seconded this concern Johnson ticked onto it last.
They threw the doors to the hospital open the car park stockade was in flames one blackhawk sat there hot and ready to go
"If we're not using that ride I say take it out so they cant use it" said Johnson looking around for something that could take a blackhawk out he found it propped up against a wall a shoulder launched Milan most likely left by the National Guard Dave rolled his eyes
"Johnson we have no time for this"
Johnson ignored him and hefted the launcher onto his shoulder pulled the trigger and the recoil put him on his ass but the missile still went straight and true it hit the Blackhawk that disappeared in a fireball flaming wreckage rained down all around them.
"Thanks Johnson that got their attention and that of millions of undead" said Dave
The group started to move towards the gate beyond was the dark city and all of the horrors it held they stopped at one of the outposts and stocked up on ammo and guns Dave took an addtional pistol and left the M16 behind Johnson a Shotgun they both then prepared to leave the compound Dave looked back one last time and remembered John who was missing or dead or god knows a tang of sadness pulled at his heart John was the closest thing he had for a friend.
Johnson put his hand on Daves shoulder and motioned it was time to go and as one they left.


"Three men one injured cant just vanish!" screamed Monroe into his Comms Bead "Find them!"
Data on Wades research had been downloaded the test subject in his lab bagged and tagged the associates wouldnt be happy that three witnesses slipped through the net this made Monroe worried but he grinned that Rambo would live another day that they two of them would duel again the other two had guts as well but it could wait he thought.
"All the time in the world" he thought
"Ok all squads move out prep the Blackhawk to light this place up"
The squads all fell back by numbers to the Blackhawks on the roof Monroe learned of the third choppers destruction but it wouldnt matter as he settled onto the chopper they both lifted off the lead choppers missile pods fired and white contrails streaked away in the early morning light hitting the building and detonating flames consumed it as everything that was flammable in the target zone went up
"Job done lets get back to the facility" said Monroe to the pilot
He looked back to see his dozing prisoner the infamous and elusive Dr John Wade he smiled to himself and then began to laugh all this fuss for this little weed....

The world was a fethed and ironic place

[OOC: Good to be back, I missed this thread a little (it is more to my liking than the "unknown apocalypse" thread anyway

And no problem about slow updates, as I am relatively busy too these days.]

John came round slowly and painfully - brilliant white light shining into his eyes, blinding him almost as much as the pain from his shoulder, contorted to bring both of his wrists behind his back.

"Dr Wade, so glad you could be with us again. I hope that you are now more willing to listen to our offers now that you have seen what we can do to those who go against our wishes."

The voice seemed to be coming through a thick layer of fuzz and John hazily realised that his ears felt like they had been blown [OOC: from the blast wave of the first chopper exploding].

"We are aware that you have sabotaged the data we obtained from your computers and notebooks and we would rather you cooporated straight away rather than... making us... damage you further until you agree to work with us, and I assure you that even given your current state, we have very inventive methods for doing so."

John tried to seem confident, stifling the pain as best he could, but it was hard to feel confident when you can't see anything and are covered in your own blood and dirt, tied to a chair.

"We will give you some time to consider your reply."

"Another great day in the worst week in my life" thought John as the lights went out...

13hrs later after the extraction of John Wade from Target City 34

Monroe walked out of the interrogation room folder under his arm wade was now fully detained and breifed on what was going to happen... He took the news of his impending ordeal pretty well Monroe had dealt with confidents before several Al'Queda suspects many more from Northern Ireland during the troubles they had all broken the training he had gotten at the boathouse in hertfordshire had seen to that thats right Monroe was ex SAS discharged from the squad in 2003 following a incident where he had put a bullet in one of his boys for failing to follow through with a order to kill a suspects family only thing was it wasnt a official order it was something random spontainous that Monroe thought up on the spot.

He loved doing that only the CIA operative attached to the squad squeeled like a piggy god he fething hated Yanks this misplaced sense of duty to freedom and honour to even the backwater types they were supposed to be subjugating he always saw it as a war against the religion not some war on terror as he had always said to his squad mates.

"Dont be stupid dont be soft in the head only because Dubya calls it a war on terror doesnt mean its not a war on Muslims and im at war with Muslims end of that" it was always a conversation killer after the discharge Monroe ended up drifting from job to job as a bodyguard for a wealthy millionaire to babysitting some stupid footballer then one day on his PDF he gets a message from one of his ex squadmates goes to have a drink and doesnt look back since now he was in a cushty job and on a good payroll even as the rest of the world goes down the toilet Monroe was always one for lucky breaks....

He rounded the corner and came up to a door guarded by two Osiris Squad operatives
"Step up to the Iris scanner sir" said one of the Operatives
Monroe stood there as the scanner did what it did
"Emmanuel Monroe Col 2334561 cleared for entry to executive sector"
He walked through the door and started on his way down some stairs about 4 stories down it led to a corridor at the end of the corridor stood two more guards and another Iris scan after that he was led into a room with a spotlight in the middle one by one more spotlights came on in a circle round him he cleared his throat and spoke to the senior partners
"Sirs..Maam we have him John Wade is now in our custody getting to him was somewhat difficult we had to cause a lot of unessicary casualties we have him in a cell awaiting interrogation now he will tell us what you need to know where he has hidden the backups of the data on the virus cultures and other things he was made privvy to by our agent in the field"
another voice male interrupted him "And what of agent Bieldekker is he still alive?"
"We do not know but our efforts to find him were unsucessful it is my personal oppinion that he has gone AWOL following our attack he still has a copy of Wildfire and whilst he does that makes him a dangerous man I intend to dispatch three more strike teams to bring him in"
"Three thats a bit excessive" said another voice female this time
Monroe looked down at his feet
"Bieldekker as you know is a veteran of Desert Storm,Kosovo,Bosnia,Afghanistan and Iraq Ranger and Delta trained"
"And of whom do we recruit Corporal ballerinas?" replied another voice male again
A breif chorus of laughter Monroe gritted his teeth
"This man could go through one or two strike teams like a knife Osiris team isnt really equpit for this I recommend Anubis team....
"They are not ready..." a voice male german accented cut him off
"We have had long enough with all due respect the budget you put into getting them trained and equpit..."
"They are not ready Wildfire is not ready concentrate on wade let Bieldekker go where can he hide in a world where half of the worlds population are dead when wade breaks if he breaks upload the data to us and we can then forward it to our researchers well done Corporal one piece of the puzzle has nearly been assembled we hope to talk to you again Anubis facility out"
Monroe stepped out of the spotlight "Melissa are you there??"
Out of the shadows walked a slender woman she wore a figure hugging leather bodysuit in a sheath hung a Katana she had the same Osiris patch on her arm only this one had a sword in the background her features were covered by the hood of the black cloak she wore.
"I am I must admit the senior partners faith in you hasnt faltered not one bit the world ends and Emmanuel is still in ascendancy" she grinned
"I have a job for you one that suits your talents a solo mission to bring in a rather troublesome factor to the senior partners plans I want you to go to Denver and find Benjamin Bieldekker retrieve the wildfire dossier he has and return it to me then secondly I want you to find these men survivors from the attack last night i have no names but I have uploaded their images to your helmet matrix" said Monroe
"Bring them back all of them??" Melissa asked nonchalantly
"Of course not honey I want you to kill them" replied Monroe "Just bring me Bieldekker".....




Dave,Mike and Johnson walked through the city streets they had encountered a lot of undead they were beginning to rot the palid features giving way to exposed bone and to ones dragging cracked limbs behind them the newer ones still looked new but there were still millions and billions more beyond them
"Clear" whispered Johnson
Dave dragged Mike over the umpteenth pile of rubble that they had encountered Mike grimmaced but didnt yelp or yell out in pain when they rested Dave didnt like the look of Mike he looked weak and the wounds he had were starting to bleed again
"How does it look" asked mike
"Like gak" said Dave concern in his voice
Mike and Dave looked at each other "You can leave me you know shotgun a few shells Im slowing you down"
Dave shook his head "Not happening Mike we all get out together you can hold on man I bet you've had worse a few grazes arent going to bring you down"
"Bit more than a graze man im finished this old soldier is down for the count plus Im so tired I lost my kids let me be Dave let me die yea let me be with my kids" he started to push Dave away
"Piss off you silly bastard!" he yelled this brought moans from the buildings around
Dave knelt down and began to try to pull him "Im not leaving you" the next thing he heard was the shotgun cocking
"Deadheads!!" yelled Johnson who started to open fire short bursts Zombies fell
"You leave me or I shoot you and we both die here together" said Mike sternly "Shotgun or being eaten? your choice" he added
Dave looked one last time and then gestured for Johnson to follow he followed firing as he went he clapped Mike on the shoulder
"Your fething awesome you know that right?" he said
Mike looked confused and then gave him the middle finger and grinned "Piss off" he added
Dave and Johnson vanished from view about half a dozen Zombies shambled into view what Mike would have given for a smoke he propped the shotgun against his undamaged elbow and fired the first Zombie fell its head blasted clean off he reloaded 3 shells left he squeezed off another another Zombie fell he didnt want to be eaten.
"Not going out like this not coming back again Sarah baby Craig im coming home" he rested the shotgun under his chin and pulled the trigger it was over Mike Mckaney was dead the zombies began to close in minutes later his body parts would be being carried around the city and being fought over by the hordes of shambling dead well at least he wouldnt rise.......


The C130 flew in over Denvers city limits the back ramp came down and Melissa walked to the end of the ramp she leapt falling impossibly fast she pulled the cord her chute opened and the sailed to the ground through a gap in the trees of University Park and to the ground around her stood 14 Undead they began to close in she engaged her HUD display in her helmet and unsheathed her sword swung it in a arc behind her with a dull thud the first Zombies head bounced along the ground and came to rest
"Agent inserted mission begins"
She continued to dispatch the rest of the Zombies assailing her.

Name: leroy jenkins
Age: 20
Appearance: 6 foot/medium build/ caucasian/ mercenary gear/ short black hair
History prior to the Apocalypse:
ever since he can remember he has been a merc, doing jobs just to survive, his last mission was to find some one that was inside the city.

"i should never have taken this job" he says while reloading his hand gun.

"this was a bad idea to begin with" he says to himself while shooting some more of the undead.

he finishes killing the zombies and walks through the city streets. "after this i'm going to settle down some where and start a family, but first i have to get out of here"

he walks towards the hospital and barracades himself in the lobby waiting for some survivors, everyone who wanders in is a zombie, they all die.

he has been there ever since 24 hours after zero hour.

[OOC: Hey there, welcome to the game. You might be interested in checking out the timeline to the story so far (well, it is pretty up to date anyway, only a page or so out)

Excel version: http://nathe1.webs.com/Character%20relationships.xls

http://nathe1.webs.com/characters1.jpg
http://nathe1.webs.com/timeline1.jpg

It also really, really helps if you put an estimated hour somewhere in your post, just so we know if you are running at the same time as the main story, or are doing some in-fill - I think we are currently at around hour 150-160ish after first infection ]

[OOC: thanks, by the way, can you or someone else do an intro for me? that would be great, i realised i kind of messed up my background, im not very good at this kind of thing]