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what Silver said. Russian Recon could have landed via beach landing or air drop. They would the secure important locations like military bases, main roads to transport the big stuff, etc. Gas stations may be valueable too.....I think.

Exactly,Russian reinforcements would be arriving with some frequency for a few years.
Americas a big place,and with 90% of it's population transformed into "Walkers",the initial Russian landings would have had their hands full simply setting up and securing safe zones.

Well, that's the kind of stuff I was hinting at.. but recon.. for a year? Hm. Well, I guess they were off conquering the rest of the world or something.

Looks good so far.. but I'm interested to see what Keira and Hog are doing in that log cabin in dem dere mountains, along with Halon, Tombstone and Daisy. I look forward to reading more. Naturally, it is night time, so take that into account when writing your stuff up, guys.

The forest was quiet. It had been so for several months. Autumn had come, as had winter, and a thick carpet of dessicated pine leaves muffled the sounds of small animals meandering their way across the forest floor. Of course, the silence could also be attributed to the fact most small animals were now extinct on the continent. The promising signs of new life had yet to grip the tall trunks of Virginia's canopy. Such torment the land had suffered in the past year, it would not surprise any casual watcher if the world ever recovered.

However, to the trained eye, the eye of a budding family that had lived amongst the apparent desolate world since the outbreak, you could see life everywhere. You just had to scrutinise the world very very closely to find traces of it. Ever since the world started firing warheads at their own turf, the climate had become potluck, which became the cause of many species quickly dying out, not being used to Blazing summer heats strong enough the blister the skin, or winters cold enough to freeze perspiration to the body.

However, within a clearing 15 miles from the nearest settlement (a derelict mansion, choked upon the corpses of some long forgotten war), was a small lodge. It harboured all the hallmarks of a family holiday home. Quaint owl wood carvings adorned the beams, a small beaver with a permanently constipated look supported the steps up to the veranda, even (much to the embarrassment of the occupants) a pair of badgers taking part in some peculiar form on fornication. The worse part of the particular wood sculpture was the fact it wasn't even making any pro active assistance towards holding up a chimney, or at least nonchalantly acting as a doorstop. But no, they were slap bang in the middle of the clearing, leading to the occupants long ago deciding that whoever had owned this house previously must have had a thing for animals, and possibly wood.

But onto the story. A well built man, his left arm covered in a myriad of tattoos, wandered out of the forest, and towards the lodge, an old hunting rifle shouldered for convenience. His other arm was tucked round the belly of a small dead boar, whose tongue lolled from its slack jaws, a thin rivulet of blood escaping from parted lips. He'd spent three days tracking it down, and he knew she'd be worried. But her well being was not the only thing that was preying on his mind. There were less and less animals in the woods, and though he hadn't seen any of the restless dead for the best part of three months, he couldn't shake the feeling that he and Keira weren't the only thing hunting game in the woods.

"Ah well" mumbled Hog, idly kicking the badgers as he passed.

Keira, as it turned out, had been watching from the window the moment she had seen the rustling of scrubby bushes, that clung to the safety of the tree line. She lowered her rifle slightly, and strode briskly through the house to the front door. Hog lumbered in, carrying his Porcine prey. He headed straight for the pantry, stopping only to kiss Keira lightly on the lips as he passed.

that evening, as they dined upon badly roasted pork, and a few dilapidated mushrooms, Hog expressed his concerns.

"I dunno hun, Sometimes when im out there, I swear someone's watching me." Hog stated, as he shovelled an unusual mushroom into his mouth.

Keira touched his hand, the light from the candle highlighting a series of scar ridges along the inside of her forearm.

"It could just be paranoia. Anyway's, animal migrations pretty f*cked up at the moment. But if you really think something's out there, then we can up sticks and move."

Hog bristled slightly at the mention of paranoia, but settled down quickly. He grinned toothily, and clasped her hand with his.

"Nah, we can wait it out. Im not going to ruin our...happiness because of my foolishness. That said, I swear a bush followed me today."

Keira laughed merrily, and poured out some more wine.

Outside, a small shape of a Bush rustled uncomfortably, and unfolded itself. Standing in the twilight was a man. His camouflage was partially covered in a ghillie suit, and he held in his hand, snug as a gun, a gun. The man, after stretching his legs, squatted down and spoke rapid Russian down his walkie talkie.

The night went on.


OOC: Ahem, sorry for the slight wordy crap at the beginning. I started english A level, and have tragically found myself reading so much pre 1914 novels, it can catch me off guard such as it had then. Still. I have like a second part to the intro, which I cba to write in one post, so hands of the Russian for the time being!

Well, they would have to get their own house in order first. With 99%+ of the population of the world now dead or turned there is a great threat to any nation, particularly to any near China and India.

Until such time as Russia was relatively secure, they could not really afford to send too many people overseas. The only reason that they were able to do that at all is the severity of the weather halping slow the spread of zombies in Russia.

My guess would be that they are looking for technology, weapons, etc. Russia already has lots of natural resources and I imagine (because they can stage large scale landings) a relatively intact government (or at least they have organised themselves) and a large enough population of survivors that they can afford to race off to the other side of the world to America.


Edit: Just to mention, my intro was set at any point during the landings, and does not represent a "true time" post.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Well, that's the kind of stuff I was hinting at.. but recon.. for a year? Hm. Well, I guess they were off conquering the rest of the world or something.

Looks good so far.. but I'm interested to see what Keira and Hog are doing in that log cabin in dem dere mountains, along with Halon, Tombstone and Daisy. I look forward to reading more. Naturally, it is night time, so take that into account when writing your stuff up, guys.

No worry Dark,I'm even now in the process of sketching out Tombstone and Daisys return,a lot has happened over the "year" and I just want to get the flavor of it together before my first IC post.

Well, all seems good. I like what you did there, Ghosty.

Also, your reasoning is impeccable as usual, Silver.

Can't wait to find out just what Daisy and Tombstone have been up too.. but I can always speculate..

And I wonder what Halon's been doing.. until now I thought he was with Tomb + Daisy, but thinking again I now remember he went off to start his own militia or something..

IC.

Tombstone sat quietly on the porch of the small cabin he and Daisy shared,one of two dozen that made up the commune.
He pulled his leather jacket closer against the chill in the air and methodically returned to the business of cleaning his AK-47.
From inside the cabin he could hear the sounds of Daisy singing as she prepared the evening meal,some bit from a god awful tune that had been popular just before the world went insane.
"Penny for your thoughts Stone" came a voice from his left.
Tombstone glanced over in the direction of the voice and offered a small smile as One Eye walked briskly up to the porch.
" Hell Bro." Tombstone said "No charge..I'll give ya my thoughts for free."
" Bout what their worth." One Eye laughed
" Mhmm." Tombstone nodded.

One Eye climbed up onto the porch and took a seat next to the younger biker and begin to speak.

" Last patrol just got back in" The old biker said.
" And.." asked Tombstone.
The old biker paused,pulled a flask from his jacket a took a sip of the whiskey inside,he offered it to Tombstone who raised a hand .
"I'll pass" He said " What's the news?"
" Not so good" One Eye said " The stores in Sprinkle Town are almost empty."
Tombstone chuckled,the term Sprinkle Town always made him laugh,one of the younger bikers had dubbed the small town about 30 miles away Sprinkle town after a rocket had detonated in a large group of walkers gathered outside the town grocery store, causing their remains to rain down like a summer rain shower.

" So...how much did they come back with?" Tombstone asked.
" A few cases of dry goods,about twenty cases of canned soup and beans and such,lots of tinned meats..but they reported that was the last of it." One Eye said.

Tombstone paused for a moment,There were almost 40 people at the commune now,given the news One Eye just passed on,they had enough food for perhaps two months...sure there was Game in the forest,but it was hard to come by...and always a risk,there was still alot of walkers roaming about.

Tombstone sighed "We'll just have to extend our patrols...start searching in other towns,securing them will be a bitch...but we have to keep the store house full...we got kids here...they have to eat.

One Eye nodded " We should check the roads for abandoned military conveys as well,we'll find MRE's in the supply trucks....water and ammo too."

Tombstone grinned " Good idea...not that we need ammo..after that raid on the armoury and the police station we have enough ammo to last us through six world wars."

" We can always use more." One Eye laughed.

" You boys hungry" Daisy said standing in the doorway of the cabin,the rich smell of cooking meat drifting out behind her.

Tombstone looked at his woman and smiled,her beauty always stunned him,even after all they had been through together she had remained strong,she was truly his island in a sea of insanity.

"Always hungry...for you darling." Tombstone grinned an evil grin.

Daisy smiled "That's for desert babe,now...you and One Eye get washed up...I'll get dinner on the table."

One Eye smiled a huge smile.." Do I get some of that desert too?" he laughed.

" No ya old coot" Tombstone smiled pushing his friend in the cabin " You'll have to go home and get your own."

" Ah hell" One Eye pretend sulked " I done had that before".

The two bikers entered the cabin laughing,but Tombstones mind was uneasy,they had some real problems here...and they'd have to find some solutions fast.

IC:

"Clear." The house was empty, save for a few mangled corpses and a dead dog. Inside, Dmitri was searching for supplies, scavenging all he could find. The had been without communication for a few weeks now, and were becoming desperate. "Alexi, check the basement. See if you can find a radio." "Got it, captain."

The screams were the first thing to hit Dmitri's ears. The second was the sound of the Zombie, eating his partner. He should have checked the corpses. "Alexi, may god be with you." He stuffed the rag into the whiskey bottle. With what remained of his matches, he lit the rag, and tossed it down the stairs. The equipment was gathered, and Dmitri said goodbye.

He knew what he had to do. He headed west, towards the city. Towards freedom.

IC:

When dinner was finished,Tombstone kissed Daisy and told her he would be back shortly,the young woman pressed her body close to his "Don't be gone to long...you still have your dessert to finish." she purred.
Tombstone assured her he'd be back quickly and exited the cabin with One Eye,he intended to further discuss the supplies issue,plus he always felt better if he walked around the commune before turning in...it gave him a piece of mind to insure all the perimeters were secured.

As the two bikers walked along,Tombstone mused to himself that the commune had certainly developed since there arrival,at that point it had just been him and Daisy along with One Eye and his woman Cindy,running merry hell from the massacre at Phoenix's mansion.
The commune had been right were daisy had said it would be,but lord had it been a mess,dilapidated cabins,trash every place...and quiet a few walkers...more than he'd expected...hell,it had taken them all day just to clear the place...and One Eye had come very close to getting bitten twice.

But over the first few weeks,other Satans Servants had shown up,informed of The location of the commune over a CB One Eye had set up,a few small groups of "civilians" also found their way to the commune as well...and after some initial adjustments...were accepted into the fold.

Now,the commune resembled something out of an old west movie,one of those army forts that was constantly besieged by Indian marauders..well,except for the multiple .50 caliber machine guns set in the various guard towers,the inch thick steel gateway and the numerous mines and explosive traps that surrounded the outlying area.

" What about Pine ville?" One Eye said breaking Tombstones thoughts.

"Huh?" Tombstone said.
" Pine ville..small town about 50 miles north..on the map,we haven't been there yet....probably find some supplies there."

Tombstone nodded " Probably so...big mission though,we'd have to locate a few big transport trucks...big rigs or u-hauls...make the run worth it...get as much as we can in one run...enough to give us time to restock and plan from there."

One Eye nodded " Shouldn't have any trouble finding the trucks in Sprinkle town...and lord knows we have enough fuel to make a run like that." the old biker gestured to a line of over a dozen fuel tanker trucks parked against the far wall,each ones large transport containers were almost full of gas,thousands of gallons.

Tombstone nodded again "Yeah...fuels not a problem..we'll get together tomorrow morning and discuss getting the trucks..and who to take when we make the run."

One Eye smiled " You going home to get dessert?"
Tombstone nodded " Figure I might."he smiled
One Eye laughed " You go ahead...I'm going to go talk with Signals...he says he's been picking up alot of weird radio transmission lately...I want to check on that."

Tombstone nodded slightly " More military squawk?" he asked

" Yup" One Eye said " Signal says it sound foreign too."

" Ok." Tombstone said frowning slightly " Check it out and fill me in tomorrow...get some rest too old man."

" I'd tell ya the same thing Stone" One Eye smiled " But I'm sure rest ain't what your pretty little missus has in mind for you tonight."

Tombstone laughed a small laugh and walked off towards his cabin.

"Walkers!!" came a call from one of the guard towers,Tombstones hands went instantly to his holstered pistols.

Several rifle shots rang out and then all was silent for a moment.

" All clear?" Tombstone called up to the towers.
" All clear Stone." a voice called down " it was just a few of 'em...we're good!"

" Ok then" Tombstone called up " Keep a tight watch"
" we 're on it Stone...no worries!!" the voice came back.

" No worries." Tombstone thought to himself " If only I could agree."

Tombstone climbed the steps to his cabin and opened the front door.

Daisy greeted him wearing nothing but a smile .
Tombstone grinned from ear to ear " Hi honey..I'm home." he laughed picking her up in his powerful arms,he kissed her deeply and carried her into their small bed room.

If its not too late....

Name - Patrick "Pain" Syzlak

Age - 23

Height - 6'3'

Personality - Quiet, with a matter-of-fact rage about him at all times. Never smiles.

Appearance - Pale skin, with spiked bright orange hair, held up by a black metal band. He has two industrial bars going vertically through his ears, along with earrings all along the outside of his ears, all are made of black steel.

Equipment - NIVA XM1970 Swedish Assault Rifle, modified to hold hollow point shells. A sword, made of the same strange black steel as his piercings, curved at the edge, serrated on both edges. Full standard Issue SAF combat gear.

Skills - A black belt in Tai Chi, he's served 5 years in the SAF.

Background/History - He's seen his parents murdered in front of him by insurgents that has scarred him for life. Idiots aren't suffered.

Other - Patrick has two black rods that the carries around. If he feels he has failed, he will impale himself on them in non-vital spots on his body. He has an immense tolerance for pain, for which even he doesn't understand why.

Patrick beheaded an infected, and impaled another on one of his rods, going through its chest. He rolled out of the score of infected shambling towards him. He pocketed his weapons and whipped out his rifle, mowing them down.

It was quick becoming apparent he would be overwhelmed if he didn't move, so he pocketed his rifle and sprinted away. He realized he was in an extremely deep forest, which he had no idea where he was inside it. He thought he was the end of this hellish place an hour ago, but it just kept going on.

He kept on for another hour, until he finally entered open ground. Ahead, he saw a guard tower.

"You guys see anything exciting tonight?" Halon said to two new survivors, Mark and Johnathon he believed.

"Nothing new." Mark said turning to Halon.

"Same here boss." Johnathon said to Halon while continuing his aim.

The lights of the hotel were turned off for this night, they attracted too many zeds and too many russians for the moment. He would have to embrace the russian military sooner or later and hopefully keep his little tower.

"The fences still looking fine?" Halon asked while lookign out into the night.

"You mean the walls?" Johnathon asked smiling to himself. "They're doing fantastic, remember when there was just a fence up around this place?"

"Best improvement we added so far." Halon added "Well, you two keep on lookout. Kyle and Georgie will come relieve you in about 3 or so hours."

"Night boss." Mark said while returning to his original position.

Halon waved his hand in the air to respond as he turned around and went back down the stairs to the hotel.

It was a great place, relatively untouched, furniture still mostly in place, a large kitchen, a large vault, plenty of rooms, a few bloodstains in them from the start of the outbreak, but the building was completely devoid of zombies.

Halon reached the bottom floor and met up with Mace, one of the original bikers he had managed to escape with.

"Your girl was looking for ya." Mace said laughing.

"What did I do this time?" Halon replied laughing as well.

"Something about leaving the seat up." Mace said before fist bumping Halon.

"How are the girls?" Halon asked.

"Good, one of them's a little sick though." Mace said quietly.

"Which one?" Halon said as the two began walking together.

"Sheila." Mace replied sadly.

"Again? That has to be the third time this month." Halon said as if he was in shock.

"Just take a look yourself." Mace said as he opened up a door.

The garage was large and housed the 3 Abrams the group had managed to steal from a local base, well 2 were local one was from out of town, Sheila was the out of towner.

"Guess we shouldn't of mistreated her when we found her." Mace said to Halon as Halon nodded in agreement.

"It was worth it though, those vault doors weren't going to open by themselves you know." Halon said while patting the worn tank.

"Yeah, we definitely got more than a couple mil in gold out of Knox huh?" Mace said smiling.

"Yep, and with that gold we do the 3 B's, Build, Bribe, and Bargain." Halon replied happily.

Mace looked at Halon questioningly.

"Don't worry Mace, I won't screw you guys over like Phoenix would've."

Darkness.....

It filled the mans senses and it choked him. He sat alone in it on a cold slab of concrete in some hell hole that he had been forced to call home for far, far too long. Somewhere out in its depths, he could hear the rhythmic drip of water as it ran and fell from the ceiling to the hard floor below.

The man tried to sit up with his back against the wall, and failed. He was bound in a straight jacket that smelled of mildew, the tattered remains of a military uniform stuck out from under it where it could, as if in some silent protest against the jacket. If he could see his face, he would see that it was pale and covered in unkempt facial hair. And his regular hair for that matter was down to almost his shoulders and very dirty. Around his face, a leather bite guard had been forced into his mouth and had been there for so long that the man had forgotten what it was like not to have it.

The only thing he could see, was the bar of light that shone from under his steel cell door. It was broken only by the occasional shadow cast as someone walked passed his tomb. As he lay there in the dark for long, countless hours, he would occasionally hear the distant screams of people in untold amounts of pain from some other location in this hell.

Suddenly, hear could hear the familiar thud of boots on the cold floor outside his cell. He strained to sit up again as the old lock groaned in protest as it was unlocked and the rusting metal door swung open, blinding him in brilliantly bright light.

Two men wearing grey bio suites with white gas masks over their faces entered the room and walked over to the man on the floor who was now screaming through the worn leather guard and grabbed a hold oh him. He was powerless to resist as they dragged him across the wet floor and out into the hallway.

"Осторожный Demetri, не позволяйте глупому укусу Вы." Came a muffled voice from the man on the left as the man he was carrying tried in vein to fight against his restraints and attack him.

"Да я знаю. Удачливый для него доктора хотят их целые предметы." Came the reply from his counter part.

The dirty, ragged man was dragged down various hallways in what looked to be some kind of run down hospital. The walls were a sea foam green and the floors were covered in dirt and grime. An occasional dried pool of blood could be seen.

They turned into a wide room with various instruments and people in it. With a grunt he was lifted and dumped heavily onto a stainless steel table with a metallic thud. More men piled onto him while he was strapped down to the table and secured.

"Наблюдайте это! наблюдайте это! Не позволяйте ему пинать! Получите его ногу Иван!" said a man wearing a bloody surgical gown over his bio suit as he finished hooking metal restraints through the arm slots.

The man struggled and roared in rage to the best of his ability as he was even further retrained to the table. However, he could only watch in horror as the man wearing the lab coat picked up a gas mask and placed it over his mouth and nose. He tried to hold his breath but could only hold out for so long before he was forced to take a deep, gasping breath.

I swear to god.... I'm going to kill you all he thought as the world around him swirled and he found himself once again plunged into darkness into the all consuming darkness.

No. Form. Required.



Edit: I tried translating the Russian. Lets just say.. I didn't have the best success. So save yer time if you're thinking about bothering.
Maybe one-day JP will tell us just exactly what that means..



Edit #2:



Ah, happy memories.



Edit #3: Everyone check the OP, please.

(OOC)
(Just ran it through my site and it came out ok... might be that we are useing two different sites.

Sigh, guess ill go edit it out.)

jp400 wrote:(OOC)
(Just ran it through my site and it came out ok... might be that we are useing two different sites.

Sigh, guess ill go edit it out.)

NAH, it makes it more interesting and mysterious. I got the jist of "be careful he'll kill us if he gets a chance" or something like that.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

jp400 wrote:(OOC)
(Just ran it through my site and it came out ok... might be that we are useing two different sites.

Sigh, guess ill go edit it out.)

NAH, it makes it more interesting and mysterious. I got the jist of "be careful he'll kill us if he gets a chance" or something like that.

Pretty much it. Just go with that theme and fill in the blanks.

And here is the site I used. Just used it again, and a little is lost in translation/retranslation, but you can get the idea of what it means.
http://translation2.paralink.com/

Helena swung her legs over the edge of the bunk as her alarm went off. She stretched and turned off the alarm, yawning as she scratched her head and pulled her hair into some kind of order.

"Я угадываю давно пора для того чтобы начать заработать нашу получку" "I guess it is time to start earning our pay" she muttered as she pulled on her shirt and trousers. She fed Alexi as she put on her boots. She smiled down at him as he wolfed down his breakfast. Alexi turned to look up at her as he finished and gruffed softly. "Счастливо теперь?" "Happy now?" Alexi gruffed again and she fussed his ears. She strapped on her pistol and knife and squared her few private possessions in her back pack.

The tannoy system sounded: "Все подпирают партии сообщают к палубе старта" "All shore parties report to the launch deck"

She glanced around the small cabin to make sure she had left nothing behind before opening the door and stepping out into the corridor. Alexi walked along at her side, sniffing at crewmen and soldiers who passed them as they made their way to the launch deck. The cavernous hold echoed to the sound of engines and shouted orders - soldiers hurried everywhere and tanks, APC's and landing craft filled the space. She spotted her landing craft and headed towards it, always making sure that she was not going to be run over by the heavy equipment being loaded. She saluted the crewman in charge of the landing craft and presented her identification. "Добро пожаловать на борту господина" "Welcome aboard sir" the crewman said as he ushered her aboard.

She saluted again to the squad leader, who returned it and pointed to an empty seat in the APC. She occupied a uniquie and interesting position in the FOC - not technically an officer and not technically just a soldier either. She had decided long ago when she was conscripted that it was best just to salute everyone.

The APC began to fill up as the rest of the squad arrived. She recognised some of them from the briefings during the crossing, but some had already donned their protective gear and were unidentifiable. Several of them nodded in greeting to her and she returned the gesture. The soldiers at the rear ramp suddenly stood to attention as the IO (Intelligence Officer) came aboard and the soldiers in the APC saluted sharply - Helena followed suit. The IO returned the gesture and took a seat oposite Helena and smiled and nodded a greeting. "Специалист Antipova" "Specialist Antipova".

"Господин" "Sir" she said. Alexi gruffed and she shushed him.

Several more soldiers entered the APC and a few moments later the hatch sealed behind them. Metalic clanks sounded and the landing craft's engines roared. The deck lurched beneath them as the craft hit the waves. Helena grabbed the handle above her seat to steady her, one hand on Alexi's collar, ensuring that he did not loose his feet.

The waves pounded the landing craft on the trip to the shore, rocking the APC's suspension as it sat on the cargo deck. The lander beached and the steel ramp thudded into the sand and the vehicles drove down onto the sand. The IO grinned and shouted across the compartment to Helena "Чему Сталин сказало бы если он смог увидеть нас сегодня?" "What would Stalin say if he could see us today?"

"Hey Ivanov, you see anything yet?" crackled the radio strapped to the breast pocket of the Russian scout. Taking care not to rustle him ghillie suit, Ivanov removed the radio and spoke quietly down the radio.

"Negative. After they went into the bedroom the wondows' went steamy."

"Ivanov you pervert!" cried the feminine voice of another scout chiming into the conversation.

"I didn't see nothing Anzhela, and thats beside the point, I fell asleep."

A sterner voice, presumably the sergeant, crackled into life.

"I hope for your sake you didn't private, this area's still frosty, there could be zeds in this area."

Ivanov swallowed hard, and looked through his binoculars into the house.

"You see anything?" came another voice.

"Negative."

A tinkling of shattered glass from inside, followed by a groan echoed out of the house.

"Sh*t I think there's hostile's inside." Ivanov swore down the radio.

The sergeant's gruff voice echoed in a dozen radios surrounding the clearing.

"Guns out, we got a job to do."

The female voice, whom was known as Anzhela, chirped once again.

"Hey Ivanov, I thought you said there were survivors in here?"

"He musta got bitten."

The front door of the lodge swung open slowly, and the occupant of the house staggered into the morning sun. Arms hanging limply at it's sides, heavy bags under it's eyes. With bloodshot eyes, the zed surveyed the clearing, and let out a long low moan...

Dun dun duuuuuun!

Just wait for part 3!

Lovin' it. Anyway, guys please don't write in Russian. Just write the English because they all understand each other and we know they're really talking in Russian. Only make the distinction if absolutely necessary.

Part 3

(ooc: this ain't no timid ending, I'd planned this for a good long while. I felt the beginning should be a bit light hearted!)

Hog stirred from the bed sweating. He hadn't felt this bad for a good while. He felt like he was about to vomit, his body covered in cold sweat. Staggering through the room, he managed to get to the toilet in time to vomit. Feeling decidedly better, Hog switched on the shower and washed himself off.

'Damn she doesn't go half measures!' Hog mused to himself as he recollected last night.

When he got out and dressed himself, Hog found the bed empty. A tinkling of glass echoed through the house, and Hog wandered into the Kitchen to find Keira stooped low on the floor, brushing up broken pieces of a wine glass.

"Slipped outta my hand as I washed it up." She said brightly "Coffees brewing now."

Hog nodded, and wandered over to the front door. He tripped slightly on the doormat and staggered outside to keep his balance.

Outside, he breathed in deeply, and let out a long heavy yawn.

As he looked down at his feet he noticed something odd. 6 green dots were making erratic patterns on his chest. Dot sights.

Hog slowly raised his hands and put them on his head, and took the opportunity to scrutinise the woodland for whoever was aiming at him.

Seconds crawled past.

In a sudden, brisk movement, a nearby bush unfolded itself into the shape of a man, cloaked in leaves. The soldier raied one hand in greetings, and said:

"Здравствуйте, не будьте встревожены, мы должны здесь помочь."

Hog blinked.

"Дерьмо, как сказать мир на английском языке?"

Hog lowered his hands to his sides, and looked around. 5 more figures emerged from seemingly no where, and stood around looking awkward.

A brief conversation between the group in a language Hog had no clue what was being said, and finally the first man took a step into the clearing and said:

"Hello American, peace?"

Hog blinked again.

Robbie wandered around in the middle of the night trough a strange town he never been in. He needed to get some directions. In the mean time he scavenged a local drug store, and got some much needed medicins.

He carefully checked around the corner of the next street. Nothing. Robbie saw a bus stop. A small cabin where people used to sit while waiting for the bus.

Surely, there had to be a map of the town. Robbie silently walked towards it. He checked the cabin, and got lucky. A map f the town he was in hung there. He smashed the glass holding the map, and took it.

Robbie ran away as quickly and as silently as he could. Zeds might have heard that.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Lovin' it. Anyway, guys please don't write in Russian. Just write the English because they all understand each other and we know they're really talking in Russian. Only make the distinction if absolutely necessary.

I quite like putting the English "translation" after the spoken Russian - just makes it feel a bit more authentic to me (even though I can't read or speak Russian and am just using an online translator ). If it is ok to continue doing that?*



* I'm also putting the translations so that everyone knows what is being said without having to look it up for themselves.

"So, meeting time now." Halon said as he clapped his hands together.

The full amount of survivors came out to the foyer of the hotel. A total of 34 people including himself, about 16 men, 13 women, and 5 kids.

"First thngs first, happy birthday Alexandra." Halon said while pointing to a girl weain a white and pink dress along with a party hat they managed to find. "Now we get serious."

"Food is good, supplies are good, but we need gas and lots of it." Halon continued. "There's two gas stations on opposite corners of us that I would like us to have, I have in mind extending walls across the street and around the two gas stations. Then putting a gate on one side of the street so we can get in and out. In effect, more than doubling the size of the compound."

"How long will that take?" Georgia asked, she was an older woman, but was surprisingly active for her age.

"Well, we put these walls up in just under a month so maybe... a month and a half." Halon said. "Then we use the gate to get out and in, out with our trucks and hopefully in with tankers filled with gas."

"So, a Lowe's run then?" Gary asked.

"Yep, and also I want to hit a school and find some books for the kids. It'll give them something to do and being smart is important, even in a post zombie apocalypse." Halon finished.

"Okay, so the plan is this: Concrete, water, gas, and books." Mace said driving these points home to the survivors.

"That's right, now everyone's dismissed." Halon said sending the crowd away.

Robbie found a safe place to stay for the night. He checked the building, and found no zeds. He took some overdue crackers, and then proceeded to the air raid shelter. This was the only one to have something like that. This was by far the safest place to stay. He opened the heavy doors, and checked the shelter before locking it behind him. He made sure nothing was in there. He didn't want to fight a bunch of zombies with those blast doors sealed shut, and with no hope of escape.He settled down on one of the bunks, and got his crackers out. He ate four of them, and put the box and what was left in it back in his backpack.

He remembered the map he found in the bus cabin. He took it out of his pocket. He turned the lightning on when he got in, emergency lightning still worked around this town.

"Pine vile..." he mumbled to himself. He studied it and noticed all important building in Pine Ville.

He could stay here for a while. He was safe in this air raid shelter. At least for this night.

He studied the map until his eyes felt heavy. He tucked the map away, and went to sleep with the lights on. He felt safer that way.

Morning dawned bright and cold,Tombstone and Daisy had awakened early,made love and then had a quick breakfast of instant coffee and cold pop tarts before walking over to the communes "Town Hall"...a large cabin that served as the communes "Center of Government".

One Eye and several other Satans Servants were already seated inside,most were having beer for breakfast along with packages of dried beef jerky.

" That's nutrition." Thought Tombstone to himself as he and Daisy took their seat among the others.

" Beer?" One Eye asked offering the couple the remainder of a six pack.

" No..bit early..and we have business to see to" Tombstone said begging off.

" Suit yerself" One Eye smiled " More for me."

Tombstone nodded and continued " Ok ..here's the deal so far...The Commune is running dangerously low on food...I figure we have perhaps a months worth left...maybe a bit more and..."

" C'mon Stone" said a young biker called T-Rex " Food ain't never been a problem...we just gotta find some abandoned town and clean it out."

Tombstone glared at the young man for a moment and continued " You interrupt me while I'm talking again Rex and I promise you ...you won't have to worry about eating because I'll kick every tooth you have out of your mouth...you get me?!"

The young biker looked sheepishly at Tombstone " I got you...sorry Stone."

Tombstone nodded and spoke again " Sprinkle Town is now officially used up...we got the last of the food there yesterday...So...as One Eye and I see it..we have to expand...we plan to make a run to a town called Pine Ville...about an hour to the North...we figure we should be able to locate at least one grocery store there and simply clean it out."

One Eye spoke " Plan is for us to acquire a couple of big rigs with trailers...or some big U-Hauls...we have one,but figure we'll need about three or four more...we're going to send a patrol into Sprinkle Town today to find them."

The bikers seated at the table all nodded their agreement.

"Also" Tombstone continued " I want three other patrols to go on search opps...one each down the three main highways...you'll be looking for any abandoned military convoys...primary target items are MRE's , C-Rations ...Medical supplies...Each patrol will have a hundred mile search perimeter...I don't want any one getting to far from the commune...and no engagements with any walkers unless it's unavoidable."

" Every one understand?" One Eye said eyeing the assembled bikers who all nodded in agreement.
" Right then"the old biker continued " Every one assemble out in the court yard in two hours...pick your teams and get what supplies you need from Boom Boom down at the armoury..Tombstone and I will join you all for final briefing later."

The group of bikers stood and exited the meeting house,most cracking jokes about pleasant drives in the country.

" So...any more news from Signals?" Tombstone asked One Eye.

The old biker nodded " Yup...lot of chatter over the radio this morning...lots last night too...there's definitely some sort of big operation going on...and from what Signals can tell...it's definitely military...and certainly not Americans."

" T-Rex said he saw some tanks on his last patrol...said the markings looked Russian...I figured he was full of gak...but..maybe we should check this out."Tombstone said.

" Christ...ain't the walkers bad enough" One Eye said draining his beer " Now we got ta deal with a load of Vodka swilling Commies."

Tombstone laughed " We'll worry about that later...first things first...we worry about feeding our people."

Daisy had been siting silently through the whole meeting,she finally spoke " Stone...what about Cape City?"

" Huh?" Tombstone said " What about it?"

" It's closer than Pine Ville..maybe we should try checking it out." she said

" That place is crawling with walkers...it has to be" One Eye said.

" That night..at Phoenix's mansion...alot of..." She paused for a moment " Alot of our group headed that way...maybe they are still there...maybe."

" Those things were every place darling..and every one knew that the commune was the rally point" Tombstone said " If anyone made it...they would have shown up by now."

" Maybe ...Maybe not." Daisy said " They may have figured the same about us...I think we should at least check the city."

" Maybe your right hun" Tombstone said " But not now...we have to concentrate on getting the stuff we need for now."

Daisy nodded and stared out of the window,in her heart she knew that some of their old group must still be alive...some where...she just felt it.

Robbie woke up. He felt the ground shake lightly.

"What the hell now? Did those fething zeds drugged themselves and made behemoths all of the sudden? "

He remembered he was alone in the shelter. He had dreamt not. He had dreamt of good company.

He got up and packed his stuff. He marked the location of the air shelter on the town map.

Robbie stepped into his boots, opened the heavy doors and climbed the stairs. The shaking got harder and louder. He went outside, the bright light made his eyes tear. Robbie waited until his eyes were adjusted to sunlight again, and then moved on. He heard men talking. Not American. It sounded like those old war movies he used to see when he was young. It was Russian. He ducked behind a parked car. And saw Russian soldiers walking past. They hadn't seen Robbie yet. He also saw two APC's rinding on the streets. 6 soldiers were escorting them. The rest, probably 10 or so, were still in the APC's he reckoned.

Robbie took his SCAR H, and took a semtex explosive.

"Wait, no explosives, I can't handle them myself." he reminded himself. He tucked the semtex away, but he held on to the assault rifle, just in case.

He crawled towards the street corner. There was a bar on the corner, he could hide there. He waited for them to get past, and then waited for another half hour.

When he was sure they got past, he went outside.

"Great, now every zed in town knows there was somebody out there. with the Russians out of town, just passing by, he was the only one with tasty brains for the zeds. His little recon had told him there were around thirty, maybe forty zeds in Pine Ville.

He reckoned that bar looked safe enough, and went back inside.

On the shelves there were some old vintage wines.

'Times to open them up. Nobody here, so all the wine's for me.'

Jennifer stepped back as One of the assault vehicles was manovered past her, the russian were here, raiding her supplys "for the greater good" of america, they had taken five of her Assault landers already and were back for another two, It wasn't like she really needed twenty-five landing craft, afterall they barely had enough crew to keep the ship running, they had had to barter for a pair of engineers and a translater after the the number two engine broke down earlier in the month.

It had been along year since the escape from the mansion, they had lost afew men to a zed attack while hunting for more gas, they had travelled from town to town, looking into old safehouses and stoarge buildings eventually getting about 30 or so people together, then they ha dheaded for the coast, to norfolk, the place had been infested with zeds, they took to just running them down with the trucks to get to the docks, there were some sailors holed up on the ship, keeping an eye out for other survivours. she had convinced them to get the engines going and get them out of the docks.

"Ma'am, the second wave of russians are leaving, they want to see you on the bridgeb before they leave"

"huh, oh right yeah" she replied, making her way back away from the well deck towards the stairs, and headed up for the bridge, when she arrived they were all huddled around one of the large coastal maps mounted on the wall, spaecking very fast russian but they all stopped as soon as they saw her

"Gentelmen" she said, with a hint of sarcasm

"ahh, yes, Phoenix Lady" One of them replied, his chest glinting as he tried to subtely flash his medals. "Our scouting people, they are finding many survivours, we are grateful for your help"

"well, my pleasure" jennifer replied moitioning to the door, the russians stepped through and started to make thier way down the hall "have you found any of my people?"

No, unfourtunatley not, the area you told us about isn't fully controled yet, it is only now being scouted" He replied, having to speack up over the steady thump of a helicopter

They reached the door of the hanger, the men in there giving Jennifer a quick nod as they watched the russians board the helicopter. It lifted off the deck and flew away heading in the direction of the ship it came from, at the same time there were two splashes as the Assault landers splashed into the sea from the well deck of the ship and began the crossing to the russian ship a coulple of miles away.