Bluey the ork looked out across the ruined city from Da Fort's tower, and spotted the approaching herd of zombies coming down the road from the North.
His gnarled face contorted into a large grin as he slid down a nearby ladder to Da Fort's ground level. Once he hit the ground, he roughly grabbed a hold of a nearby sleeping grot's arm. javascript:emoticon('
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"Wake up you useless grot. Another herds approaching Da Fort. Time ta wake da boyz up!"
Finga the grot snapped out of his sleep and looked up in surprise and terror, more from the ork than from the approach of imnpending zombie doom. He barely was able to wiggle his arm free from the ork's grip before he stuttered a reply. "Yis boss."
Soon the fort was alive with the sound of bellowing ork boyz as they took up defensive positions along the walls and in the courtyard, where a long chain link fence served as an improvised outer gate. Grots scurried about gathering up spare ammunition for the gunz and fuel for the skorchas.
As the herd neared, the wailing moans of the zombies filled the air, only to be matched by the jeers of thee orks, many of which chanted in reply. "Gork, Gork Gork!" That's when Bluey heard the Nob shout and curse. "Wez Morkers yah gitz!" Soon the chant turned to "Mork, Mork Mork!"
Bluey entered the courtyard, his slugga and choppa gripped tightly. He sneered as he looked out at the approaching herd, reveling inside at the chance to chop and shoot up close, but still somewhat puzzled by the strange behavior of these undead creatures.
"Shah. When these zombies going to figure out da orks is in charge of this world now?" Bluey muttered to himself.
"Ugh boss, actually, I fink dat zombies can't figure any fing out at all. Painboy sayz dey dun
av a brain ta fink." Finga piped up.
Bluey lashed out with his choppa at where he thought Finga would be, hoping to gut the wretched grot for his insulence, but Finga was too quick and dodged out of the way of the blade before scurrying inside the fort's inner cavernous chambers.
Before Bluey could even think to pursue the grot, the thunderous sound of heavy shootas and regular shootas filled the air as the shoota boyz attempted to thin the ranks of the approaching zombie horde.
Bluey watched in amusement as the large caliber shells tore massive holes and blew apart limbs of the zombies. One zombie even had its legs blown apart from a heavy shoota, but the zombie just started crawling slowly along the ground. Bluey saw a few zombies go down as the result of accidental headshots but by and large the horde continued to advance.
"Now comes da fun part," Bluey muttered as he strutted right up to the fence line while his fellow slugga boyz did the same.He took his slugga and pointed it in the general direction of the zombie horde who were now bearing down on the fence, squeezing a rounds off. The bullets didn't seem to hit anything, except one richocheted off the fence and hit a nearby ork, who didn't even flinch. A graze was a big nothing to an ork afterall.
Bluey did notice a few enterprising orks with kannons squeeze the barrel through holes in the fence and unload at point blank range to devastating affect. The large shells seemed to slow down a few of the zombies and keep them off the fence. Bluey made a mental note to himself.
Save up teef and buy a kannon. 
The horde was at the fence now, pushing with their full weight, Bluey knew that in a few moments the horde would push the fence down and then the real fighting would begin.
Bluey stepped back as the fence started to collapse, just in time to avoid being fried by a skorcha that a pyromaniac boy named "Burna" was indiscriminately using to hose down the horde in a specttacular burst of flame. "Eh watch where yah ointing that fing Burna!" Bluey yelled angrily, but once again his attention was diverted as the fence finally gave way, and a horde of now flaming zombies lurched toward the Ork mob.
Bluey was about to charge, but stopped himself when he notices the stick bomb that had landed a few feet in front of him. "Count one....two..." BOOM! The stikkbomb exploded, causing a handful of flaming zombies to finally collapse. Not that it mattered, there was still a sizable horde surging forward ready to meet the orks in brutal hand to hand combat.
"WAAAAGH!" He heard the scream of the nob and as one the slugga boyz charged forward.As he hacked slashed and shot his way into the horde, he saw a few of the boyz collapse under the weight of the zombie mob, followed by screams as the zombies attempted to eat them alive. Within a few moments, Bluey found himself fighting alone against three zombies. With a mighty roar, he plunged his choppa straight into the skull of one zombie even while the second sunk its sharp teeth into his shoulder. With a cry more of frustration than pain, he started swinging his choppa wildly in all directions, hacking and slashing as much of the zombies apart. In one particular moment, he thought he was about to be pulled down by the mob. That's when he saw out of the corner of his eye, an ork jump 20 feet down from the walls of the form landing directly into zombies surrounding him with a spectacular diving charge. This caused several zombies to fall to the ground only to have their skulls kicked in promptly by the boyz.
After a good solid 10 minutes of solid hacking, the last zombie collapsed. Bluey found that his blue colored shirt was covered in grime, rotting blood and other zombie bio matter.
He looked around. A few of the boyz looked dead, and a few more looked mangled but were in otherwise good spirits. The fort had held off another wave.
All around he could hear the chanting of the victorious mob.
"Orks, orks orks!" The chanting was interrupted by the blaring of a horn from the tower.
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Bluey knew what that meant and smiled. He heard the Nob shouting.
"Get the fence back up, anuver herd be approaching. Come on yah lazy gits!"
Just another day on Morkheim...
