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IC: Keira stared at the floor ahead of her, frantically trying to push her breathing rate back into the normal perameters. It wasn't hard for her, she had plenty of patients that hd winded her before, but Tombstones punch had knocked her down, good and proper.

"Ok darling, lets try and stay calm...ok?..." The biker said. as he nursed his nose. Kiera glanced at him, then back at the MP5 just out of reach. He seemed to comprehend what she was thinking, and he shook his head.

"No more, i dont wanna hurt you."

Keira stared at him. She hated him so much at the moment, but at the same time, well at the same time, the nurse within her began to override her feelings.

"Your nose needs fixing." she said coldly. She reached over to him and gently touched the nose. He grunted in pain. She felt it over a couple of times, and Stone pulled a way.

"Stop being a baby." She commanded.

Tombstone begrudgingly turned back and let her assess the damage.

"Yeah. This isn't that bad. This will hurt alot."

she grabbed his head and forced the nose back into its original shape, with a resounding crack. tombstone clenched his teeth until the pain passed.

"Thanks..." he mumbled.

Keira then punched him in the face with as much force as she could muster., and was awarded with his neck snapping back from the force of the blow. She then ran out the front door, and sprinted for the awaiting 'getaway vehicle'

OOC: She's just trying to find somewhere to cool off, but who knows where it could lead , I mean she is stealing the only other mode of transport

BTW, sorry for punching your character Fitzz, but I needed an escape route, and I don't think there's anywhere in the house that's private enough.

I wrote something and its vanished!

And that has aswell!

DAMN YOU LAGGGGGGG

OOC: Nicely played ghosty,no apology needed for belting old Tombstone.

I should however warn you,Keira is going to be "making her escape" in a vehicle that had yet to be restocked with supplies.

When our characters arrived at the Fortress,everyone unloaded most of their belongings from the truck,and even though Daisy had drug a bag of ammo to the door (drug it because it weighs 150 lbs),she nor Tombstone ever loaded any equipment/supplies back into the truck.

So essentially,Keira is rushing off unarmed...well,maybe there's a gun or something left in the truck.

I think the tyre still needs replacing, but I could be incorrect.

SilverMK2 wrote:I think the tyre still needs replacing, but I could be incorrect.

OOC: Tombstone and Daisy had replaced the tire,they just never got around to doing anything else...

OOC: I'm off to the job now,long day before the weekend...

Have a good day gentlemen,I'll return later tonight.

OOC: oh i know that Im planning ahead see? It maybe empty now, but for how long?

*evil plotting*

Have fun. I will not be here this weekend as I am off with the wife, so try not to run away with things people

I will also be adding a news/event this evening that will herald the next stage of survival.

The drive was silent. Halon was sitting next to Shadow in the front passenger seat, with Jennifer and Kevin sitting behind them (but facing the other direction due to the chairs), Kevin holding Vikky in his arms. Bonzo just sat down on the floor, humming quietly to himself and giggling incoherrently.

Then there was some static on the radio.
Bzzt--"how do you--"--bzzt--"was it--"--bzzt--"or was it channel 33? Hello, hello? This is fortress alpha to battle bus, anyone there?"
"Oh feth" Shadow said, turning the mic on.
"This is battle bus numero uno, what is it, Daisy?"
"Oh, uh, nothing, just making sure you're all here still.."
"Everything okay back home?"
"Well, apart from Keira going apeshit.."
"What?"
"Nevermind.. I better go now.."
"Wait - what the feth happe--"
"Byeeee!"
The radio clicked off.
Shadow exhaled heavily in annoyance.
"Hey, I'm sure 'stone's got it, right?" Halon said.
"Yeah.. I guess."


Half an hour later, they were at the entrance to the city. It was eerily quiet. There wasn't a single sign of life. A few pieces of paper drifted in the wind, the trees rustling uncomfortingly. The only bodies on the streets were those of dead zombies and what appeared to be humans who were too badly damaged to be re-animated. Shadow drove slowly down the road. Shadow stopped.
"Why're we stopping?" Halon asked.
"Ssh."
"What?"
"Ssh!"
"Why?"
"Just shutup and listen!" Shadow barked.
A wooden door creaked loudly open from a beaten up house on their right.
There was a moment of silent, Halon and Shadow staring intently on the black door.
Then nothing.
Halon turned slowly and looked at Shadow. "Must've been the wind" he said.
Then there was suddenly a load moan.
"gak that's some funny wind!" Shadow shouted.
They watched in horror as a Zombie stumbled through the doorway. It moaned loudly at them, before advancing. It then began to come even faster. Then in a hail of bullets, it was obliterated by Jennifer's gunning.
"gak! feth, gak man, did that thing just try to run at us?"
"Those things don't run man!" Shadow replied.
"Well that one just did!"
"Well in that case--"
More moaning. It got louder. And louder. It quickly sounded like an entire school singing in time.
"Oh...gak.." Shadow said slowly.
Then, almost in time, every window, every door, of every building, had multiple zombies standing in it.
"What the hell are they doing?" Halon whispered.
"They're just staring at us!" Jennifer called from the turret.
"I wish they'd just be quiet!" Kevin yelled. "That moaning is killing me!"
Then they came. The ones in the windows either jumped out of the windows, collapsing on the floor only to get up, and others pouring out of the doors in their dozens. They didn't run, exactly, but they were much faster than the slow shuffling that'd been witnessed earlier.
"Go!"
Shadow went into third gear, and slammed his foot down onto the accelerator. Looking into the side mirror, he saw them power-shuffling after them. There was no chance of them catching up, surely...
Shadow looked forward. "Oh crap."
They were coming out of the buildings ahead, too. From the left, right, ahead and behind they came. Jennifer opened up with the minigun again, blasting apart zombies.
Halon leaned over his seat to talk to the people in the back.
"Lock 'n' load, people."
Kevin grabbed a pistol from one of the wall racks, checking it was already loaded.
"We're here!" Shadow called.
"We're where?" Kevin replied.
"The hospitol. Go! We'll hold them off! You've got five minutes to find that doctor of yours, K. Halon go with him!"
"Aye, aye, Kirk" Halon replied as the battlemobile skidded sideways, the back door facing the hospitol entrance. Kevin and Bonzo jumped out of the back, and Halon and Shadow leaped out of the side doors. Halon and Kevin raced off to the hospitol, while Shadow grabbed his rifle and opened up, joining the fusillade being laid down by Jennifer. Bonzo headed off to the hospitol as well, whether because he wanted to go with the other two or he thought he'd get more combat, Shadow knew not.

He sat back in his padded chair and stared around at the dimly lit men sitting around the table.

"Sir" said one of the men "We need your decision - we need to act now, before it is too late."

He slowly raised his hands and rubbed his face - the gritty sleep stung his eyes. He sighed.

"Sir?" came the voice again.

He nodded. "Send the go signal. And my God have mercy on our souls."


********

The bomber crew had been circling on station for over 9 hours - they were getting close to bingo fuel. Any longer and they would either have to call a tanker or land at the closest airbase that remained open - and there were few enough of those left in the Northern states of America.

The captain sighed and calculated again their remaining fight time. He was half way through his mental sums when the black signal box suddenly lit up. He turned to his co-pilot, their eyes wide. They both independently verified the go code.

"Looks like we are really going to do it. Damn, did you ever think something like this was even possible a week ago?"

The co-pilot shook his head. "No, couldn't say that I did. I hope they know what they are doing."

"We wouldn't have got the go code if they didn't."

The co-pilot nodded. "Plotting course to target... Ok, we have a vector."

The pilot loosened his neck and shoulders. "Roger that. Going dark."

Stupid..Darkvoidof40k..giving silver ideas..grumblegrumble..

I've had this one for a while - was just waiting for the right moment to drop the bomb - as it were

SilverMK2 wrote:I've had this one for a while - was just waiting for the right moment to drop the bomb - as it were

GREAT! NOW ALL WE NEED TO DO IS







Hardy-hardy-hawr.

DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stupid broken image. HERE YOU GO THEN: http://www.motifake.com/image/demotivational-poster/small/0803/divide-by-zero-wtf-bird-parrot-nuclear-explosion-feth-divide-demotivational-poster-1206035499.jpg

That seems to be broken aswell

IC: Keira clambered into the Vehicle and sat behind the wheel. Nope. She realised she'd forgotten he keys. And in her tantrum, as she realised that was what it summed to, in her tantrum, she hadn't picked them up. She could hardly walk back in there now. So she just...sat there, and stared out into the country side. Something scuffed in the back. She noticed it, but didn't comprehend it. Something scraped in the back considerably louder. Her ears pricked up, and the hairs on the back of their neck stood on end. Who was back there? Something thumped hard behind her seat. Keira's heart was hammering in her chest. She slowly looked into her overhead mirror. A pair of milky dead eyes stared back.

"Oh shi- "

The zombie grabbed her by the hair and began to drag her over the seats. Keira began to scream.

Tombstone sat up, nursing his black eye. On the one hand, he was impressed. That girl had a hell of a right hook. He also didn't see it coming, though he really should have. On the other hand though, she was unhinged at the moment, and it could lead to complications.

He heard the scream from outside.

Swearing loudly he grabbed up the closest weapon to hand, the MP5 and sprinted outside. The back of their getaway vehicle was swinging from side to side, and a mixture of screams, moaning and the noise of things banging against the sides reached his ears. He sprinted straight for the source, and leapt into the back doors. A zombie was holding keira's head by the hair, and kept trying to reach down and bite her, only to get buffeted away by Keira. Tombstone squeezed the trigger. It made a rattling noise. Out of ammo. Cursing he leapt into the jeep and stamped down on the zombies head.

Now the initial danger was over, Keira burst into tears, and tombstone held her close, comforting her against the horrors that could have been. As she cried, Tombstone checked for bites. She was lucky this time, and it hadn't had the chance to sink its teeth into her. But it had been so close...

"F*ck. My F*cking hair.!" Keira wailed.

OOC:...

I go to work for 10 measly hours and I come back to sprinting zombies and a possible nuclear strike???

I have got to stop leaving you kids on your own,you all get up to the darndest things.


Ok,Keiras safe...

How did Jennifer get into the Battle bus,I thought she was watching Starship troopers at the Fortress??

The biker held the trembeling woman tightly,repeating " Your ok,your safe." over and over again.

Tombstone glanced at the top of Keiras head,and noticed a good bit of hair had been yanked free, "Yes" he thought " I bet that does hurt."

After what seemed like forever,Keira stopped trembling,Tombstone looked at her,whipping the tears from her eyes with his thumb..." I thought...."

" That it had me.." Keira finished,nodding " I thought It was all over..that..it was going to bite me..and I'd be.."

" Shhh" Tombstone said,cradling her in his arm " It didn't..your safe."

" I'm sorry I hit you." Keira said " Well...sorry I hit you a few times."

Tombstone smiled and nodded " It's ok..I ..I understand." The biker laughed lightly " You pack a mean punch darling."

Keira smiled slightly.

" You up for going back inside?" Tombstone asked " We have a lot to do...and,having you ...it's a huge help."

Keira nodded " I'll be ok..well..as ok as one can be."

Tombstone reached for the door handle and Keira hugged him around the neck, " Thank you."

The biker tilted his head and smiled " Anytime."

Tombstone drug the remains of the ghoul from the rear of the truck,tossing it casually away.

He and Keira entered the House,Daisy meeting them at the doorway.

" I radioed Shadow" The young woman said.

Tombstone nodded " What's their situation?" he ask.

" I'm not sure...they sounded fine" Daisy said.

" Ok" Tombstone said " I'm going to check back with them in a minute...but first..we are going to load the truck with supplies,guns,ammo,food,first aid and such...I'm getting a really bad feeling deep in my guts that...that we're not safe here."

Together,he,daisy and Keira loaded the truck with all the supplies Tombstone had said they might need,they then headed upstairs where Tombstone keyed the radio mic.

" Fortress alpha to battle bus,Shadow do you copy?- over."

He waited a moment and sent again.

As Tombstone moved to Key the Radio, an unfamiliar voice came over the radios speakers.

" Shadow?" the voice called " Shadow, This is Papa Bear ..over."

Tombstone keyed the mic " Caller, Identify again..I say identify again over."

Papa Bear came back over the radio " Who is this?...Wheres Shadow...over."

The biker spoke quickly " Listen buddy...I'm a friend of Shadows..holding the fort so to speak...Shadow...well,Shadow is out in the gak..I'm attempting to call him back...over."

The man on the other end of the radio was silent for a long moment,he then spoke " Roger that..." he chuckled lightly " Sounds like Shadow to be on recon even in this gak storm...I advise recall...and bug out...over"

Tombstone frowned " Bug out?" The biker said " Abandon position?-over."

The man spoke again..grimly " Roger that...I'd probably get court martial-ed if anyone knew I was sending this message" the man said " But Shadow and I have seen alot of gak together...so ..Re cal ..get Shadows recon in...and Bug out...the city...The fly fly boys have executive orders to make it glow."
the man spoke rapidly " Can't transmit anymore..pulling back...estimate three hours til cookout..over and out.

The Radio blurted static and fell silent.
The bikers blood ran cold....

Keira watched the bikers face go pale,seeing him looking so concerned,well,it frightened her.

She had heard some of the conversation the biker was having over the radio,but most was garbled and she didn't understand alot of it.

"What is it?" she asked " What's wrong?!!"

" We have to get moving" Tombstone said " .I think the military is preparing to blow the whole city off the face of the earth."

" You mean nukes" Daisy said,a touch of panic entering her voice.

Tombstone shrugged " Who knows...nukes,neutron bombs...whatever they plan...it's going to be unhealthy for us."

" So we should get the feth out of here" Daisy said.

" What about the others...they're out there...some where." Keira added.

Tombstone keyed the mic again " Shadow!! do you copy!?" The biker barked " Shadow!! If you read me..get the feth out of dodge brother..the military is planning to drop a whole load of hurt right on top of all of us!!"

Tombstone paused,listening for Shadows reply,he keyed the mic again " Shadow!! do you copy?-Over!!"...

Ok, was not expecting the pilots in a secret mega stealth bomber to have their taking across the cockpit picked up on a CB radio a hundred or so miles away, but OK



As of now I am away for the weekend - I will be back some time on Sunday afternoon where I will try and post the second half of the red event above, and may add in some orange events for everyone else.

Play nice!

SilverMK2 wrote:Ok, was not expecting the pilots in a secret mega stealth bomber to have their taking across the cockpit picked up on a CB radio a hundred or so miles away, but OK



As of now I am away for the weekend - I will be back some time on Sunday afternoon where I will try and post the second half of the red event above, and may add in some orange events for everyone else.

Play nice!

I thought that the pilots were talking over the radio,and that since Shadow was military,and had "Acquired" military gear,then that was how Shadows radio picked up the transmission.

Until then, Tombstone just has to come and save us. No probs.

Also, we could say it's the best CB radio in the world considering Shadow's status.

As for the Jennifer thing, gak my bad. I just went back a page or two and read something FITZZ had wrote about who was on the bus..

We'll just say that everything with the turret never happened, and anything that Jennifer said was Halon, and that Halon jumped on the machine gun turret instead, but only after we'd stopped.

PROBLEM SOLVED.


Anyway, now that Silver's gone.. even though he's still online.. APOCALYPSE TIME!

..

I'll do some IC later.

OOC: I have an idea for a rewrite,so as to make things a bit more "believable."

I'll write it up in a minute.

OOC:...Ok,went back and rewrote how Tombstone discovers the upcoming " Military cook out."

FITZZ wrote: OOC:...Ok,went back and rewrote how Tombstone discovers the upcoming " Military cook out."

Phew, its just a cook out. At first I thought they were going to nuke us or something.

IC:

K and Halon had reached the hospital no thanks to the undead staff. It was hard trying to get directions off of the blood spattered direction signs as well.

"Rad..." Halon tried to read in the dim light "probably radiology. What part are we looking for? Emergency rooms or staff rooms probably.

K only shook his head and continued to look around trying to get a sense of direction in the place.

"Do you even know this doctor's name?" Halon asked as he pushed aside a gurney with a partially eaten corpse strapped to it.

"No, not really." K answered "But I could recognize his face if we find him."

"You do realise that he probably had his face removed during this small apocalypse right?" Halon asked slightly annoyed.

"Yeah, but I'll know." K said sheepishly.

The two headed down towards the emergency room area and listened for any signs of movement. It was slow going, but Halon wanted to make sure every room was empty and before he moved on. After checking each room he closed the door so he would know which ones he had gone through. As they got closer to the emergency room they could see a body slumped over a desk with some soft smacking sounds coming from it. Halon shined his light on it and saw that it was a ghoul eating a long dead nurse. The ghoul barely turned its head when Halon put a round through the back of its head. He checked over the desk and shot the nurse in the head as well, just to be sure. The hospital had been silent, with the pairs' foot steps and Halon's shots being the only loud noises so far.

"I guess all of that gunfire outside drew them out. Oh well, that's good for us. Unless the party wagon gets taken out and we have to walk back." Halon said to K while looking at a hospital map on the wall. Halon looked around and grabbed a rag to wipe off the blood and grime that was on the map.

"Let's see, no doc in the emergency rooms so lets go ahead to the staff quarters. He may have hidden in there when this broke out." Halon said to K while noticing a dead guardsman and taking his weapon. "Almost a fresh clip, most excellent.".

OOC: Right, so Halon went with K after all.. so, considering Bonzo went off with you two as well, it's just me and an unconscieous Vikky. Oh, and the hundreds of ghouls.
Sorry guys, but I have to make the story more interesting.

"gak!" Shadow shouted. His clip was empty. The ghouls were almost upon him. He leaped into the drivers seat, and slammed his foot down on the accelerator, smashing the vehicle into the undead. Most were run down or knocked out of the way, but a few got stuck and climbed up the front.
"Ugly mother fethers.." Shadow said. He could just about make out the building ahead of him. He kept going, strapping his seatbelt on.

smash

The battle bus crashed into a brick wall - going right through to the other side of the house. The ghouls were smashed to pieces. Shadow sighed. A moaning came from behind him. Looking back, he saw the back double doors were still open, and he could see hundreds of ghouls through the hole in the wall shuffling quickly towards him. "gak!"

A ghoul poked its head up infront of his face. "feth!"
He punched it in the face, and drew his hunting knife, stabbing the ghoul in the face. It died. Shadow jumped over the seats into the back, lobbing the zombie out of the backdoors before closing and securing them, just as the zombies reached him. He heard them pounding the vehicle from all sides. He realized he was swetting.

"Battle bus! Come in! Shadow! Do you read?"
"Tomb!" he shouted gleefully. He turned the mic on. "Man am I glad to hear your voice. It's a shitstorm out here! The ghouls are faster than before, I'm trapped in the battle bus.. inside someones house.. See, there were these zombies on the front and I kinda smashed into a wall."
A slight chuckle came from the other end.
"Listen, bud, you gotta get the feth outta there! They're gonna bomb the city in three hours! Is everyone still okay?"
"Oh..gak.. They're all at the hospital.."
Shadow looked up, all the windscreens and windows were blocked with ghouls pounding on the bullet proof glass.
"gak.."




EDIT: What's a 'cook out'?

OOC: Cook out is the term I use to describe the military bombing the city.

Here in the American South,we call the outdoor cooking of large amounts of meat a cook out/BarBQ.

FITZZ wrote: OOC: Cook out is the term I use to describe the military bombing the city.

Here in the American South,we call the outdoor cooking of large amounts of meat a cook out/BarBQ.

We have BBQ/BarBQs as well! How primitive do you think us brits are? You say we dumb den I you hit stick.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote: OOC: Cook out is the term I use to describe the military bombing the city.

Here in the American South,we call the outdoor cooking of large amounts of meat a cook out/BarBQ.

We have BBQ/BarBQs as well! How primitive do you think us brits are? You say we dumb den I you hit stick.

No need for stick hitting...I'm sure you Brits make fine BBQ,it's just sort of a "tradition" here in Dixie.

Now...I must attempt to figure out a way to get poor Shadow out of the predicament he's in.