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[Cheshire Fox]

"Oh, yeah! Shooting stuff! Right!" Darkman pulled the M1 off his back and lined up a shambler head in his sights. In a short amount of time, it lacked a considerable part of it's brain. Darkman quickly emptied yet another clip into the shambler. He reached back and grabbed another, thanking God he had found so much ammo for it at a gun enthusiast he had known's house. He absenlty wondered what had become of him.

Darkman's attention snapped back to him when his sights strayed to the bloody windshield of the van. Eight shamblers rapidly fell around the car.

[Copaman]

((OOC: not really sure if this is ok for an entry post.. but since noone would really open up some room for me to get in... here goes nuthin'))

Ryn came out of a side alley, one relatively void of the things. "Good," he said, "less ammo wasted." his MP7 was held by a strap on his back, eight full ammo cartridges clipped onto the chest area of the strap. His golf club, in his left hand, had a god coating of fresh blood on it, a small souvenir from an earlier fight.

He sprinted down the corridor in time to see three - no - four grenades go off in a crowd of things and realized he would have to cross sea of them to get to the normal people on the other side. He observed a car across the way and decided to make that his target. Clipping in a fresh cartridge, he began to make his charge.

Emptying his first clip into the crowd he realised that his strategy might work, but he'd have to fight across and save some ammo for later. Another clip emptied, and he was halfway across. He began to fire another clip at any of the dammned things that decided to move, and then the gun jammed. "Great." He said, "in the middle of a feild full of things that want to eat me, and my gun is jammed." Oh well, I guess I'll just have to do this the old-fashioned way.

Slinging the MP7 around with one swift motion worthy of an action film, he brought up the golf club and started to swing away with abandonment. One pass, two, three passes around his body it went, breaking apart the things near him as it went. Three quarters of the way to the van, a small clearing had formed form the grenade blasts, giving Ryn just enough time to pull the MP7 off of his back and un-jam it. Finishing the last of a third clip, he had opened up the slightest pathway, something he felt like exploiting. Putting away the gun, the iron came out again. Hacking away at... whatever they are... Ryn finally got to the van, where a small resistance of normal people were holding their own against the things.

"Glad to see someone that's alive," Ryn shouted to the nearest person, "Haven't seen anything but the things for the past few days. Now could someone please give me some covering fire while I get my ass onto the side of the van with people near it instead of standing out here?"

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman barely made out the words the newcomer said.

"Oooooh! I will! I will!" With several suprisingly good shots, Darkman brought down the things closest to the man. He threw the emtpy M1 behind him and grabbed up an Kalashnikov. The covering fire was soon much more effective.

[Bernie]

"Meh, you couldn't hit one if the damn things lined up in front of ya'..."

Bern raised his rifle, firing at the shamblers near the van. He slowly, once again filled with courage, opened the van door and stepped out.

"C'mon, are you sissies staying in the van to play Barbie dolls?"

With that said, Bern got to one knee, firing at the shambles in front of him...

[Copaman]

Ryn unslung the MP7 from his back again and began to fire into the things.

Through bursts, he shouted "Do ye have any other weapons I could use? Mine is nice and all, but I'd like to save ammo!"

Edited by Pastinator, 05 December 2006 - 07:59 PM.

[Pastinator]

Harvey finished off driving, and reached the van.

"Ok, quick, we need to make go and fast! Anyabody got any idea's where?"

Harvey looked at Gina's bloody wrist and kept quiet, he couldn't bear to harm her.

[Cheshire Fox]

Between clips, Darkman took a quick look behind him and grabbed another AK up. Leaning out of the van and putting one foot on Bernies shoulder, he whipped the assualt rifle towards the man who made the request. It would have passed right by him but for the wall of flesheaters it bounced off of. It skittered to about a foot from his feet.

"Sorry! My bad!" Darkman, still leaning forards onto Bernies sizable shoulder, made sure no more flesheaters got close to the AK. "Get in the truck as fast as you can!"

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

Gary glanced at Gina - she looked in a state of shock - and then meaningfully towards Harvey. The look said What are we gonna do about that?
But Gary decided it would be best if he didn't say that out loud. Instead, he settled for,
"So what are we actually doing?" Here there was a brief interval for shooting, "I heard docks mentioned," another shot, "and vans, and hello person who just turned up, and -" more shooting, "Motherfuckers won't give up... so yeah, where are we going?"
Before anyone had a chance to answer he suddenly yelled, "Oh shit! We forgot Niall!" and ran off back to the station.

[Blodo]

- "What the hell is happening? Who is that guy? This is getting better by the minute!"
This situation seemed to amuse Yuri who watched it all with a bit of a smirk on his face. He stood up and neared his head through the broken roof window to check it all out even better. Seeing Gary running towards the van then suddenly running back he just shouted, and some other unidentified character pumping lead into pretty much everything - he just shouted impulsively:

- "Hey morons! Get your asses to the damn van already, will ya?!"

[earini]

Lucas decided now would be a good time to make use of his good aim. He picked up his rifle from where Titus was previously sitting((OOC: I'm assuming he left the rifle)), and leaned out the van door. He made sure the safety was off, and pulled the trigger. Two bullets went through the face of a shambler, stopping it in it's tracks, and Lucas cringed at the mess it made.

[Cheshire Fox]

"Hahaha! Getting the hang of this Mr. Army? Thanks for asking about my rifle...you never know when I might develop a sentimental attachment to it!" Darkman shouted between considerably less accurate bursts with the Kalshinkov.

"So, someone wanna tell me why that guy just ran away from the van? Hahaha! Die fuckers, die!

[Pastinator]

As Gary ran toward's the Police station he heard a terrified scream, peircing through the still air. The supply of AK ammo was running out in the box, and it seemed like the shambler's were aproaching, faster than would be expected, and they needed to make a decisiion, and fast.

Harvey spoke.

"We need a decision where to go, and fast!"

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

EDIT: FZM did put in about Niall being alive, unfortuantly i meant the scream to show that he died, however, since theres this post here's something extra.

Niall's brain rushed and he no longer remebered who he was, soon to be covered by a red haze. The arm being cut off had slowed down the infection, not stopped it, and the extra shot from being bitten in the arm casued him to fully transform. Losing memory of who he was completly he jumped out of the window, rushing at Gary who was half was between the van and the station, trying to save him. His eyes narrowed and he lunged.

Edited by Pastinator, 06 December 2006 - 09:40 PM.

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman glanced over towards the direction of the scream, in time to see a flesh eater leap out of a window and charge one of the humans. He quickly went back to covering the newcomer, not considering the thing any different the others trying to kill Gary.

[Paladin58]

As Titus was about to get back in the van, he turned and saw Niall - well, what used to be Niall - rushing towards a window, ready to jump Gary. With an explosion of muscle that he hadn't used since playing on his high school football team, Titus sprinted towards formerly-Niall, now flying through the window, yards away from Gary. With a fling of his Benelli, combined with the momentum of his running, he split Niall's head in two. With no remorse, he then trodded on the poor homeless soul's former head. With a gory smush, Titus killed the man he was trying to save.

(OOC: I hope that's acceptable, Pasty. Gina already got bit, so I wanted to prevent it from happening again. )

[Pastinator]

((yeah, 'tis, remeber, you don't know that though! try and start a discussion with the rest about where to go quickly, i want everybody to have a choice.))

[Copaman]

Throguh bursts of fire from the man standing near the van, Ryn managed to reach the human-occupied side of the van.

The suggestion the other strange man made with his head sticking out of the window, Why the hell would he do taht anyways? We're in a feild full of zombie-people trying to bite us to make us like them..., sounded good. Picking up the AK at his feet, Ryn ounded a good clip into random areas of the sea of mosters and began to climb into the van. "How's it going this fine day? Nice enough to maybe start this damned thing and get going, hopefully?" His humorous side tried to kick in while asking that question to some of the others in the van, but he frowned when he realised that it wasn't very funny.

[Paladin58]

(OOC: Titus doesn't know, but I do. Perhaps I should get around to people finding out, though. )

"Get to the van!" yelled Titus after mutilating former-Niall's face with a shotgun shell, to make sure he wouldn't get back up. He then jumped back to the van between two crowds of slowly-converging creatures.

"Everyone, in either the van or the truck, now! Jones, you drive the van, I'll jump in my Silverado. After we get on the road, we'll check on everyone."

Then, with a slide across the hood of the truck reminiscent of an old 70's TV show, he got to the other side and jumped into the driver's seat, while pushing the creature corpse out of the windshield.

Edited by Nology5890, 06 December 2006 - 10:58 PM.

[Copaman]

"Wait... what am I doing in a van with no front window when I could be safer in a truck?" With that aloud thought, Ryn got out of the van and sprinted to the truck, hacking away at any of the zombie-people that got in his way.

He opened the door of the side not with someone in it, and jumped in. "How's it going?" He asked the man sitting next to him.

Edited by Copaman, 07 December 2006 - 12:29 AM.

[Blodo]

- "Step on the fucking pedal, Jones!" - Yuri was definately on a roll.
The van started with a screech of the tires right into the approaching undead. The bumper seen a lot of action here. As the vehicle steamrolled the street, the gunman sat back down on his seat. Looking back he saw the black cop sitting in the side of the van. Hesitating for a second he eventually said it:

- "Ok.. so the docks, right?"