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[Bernie]

Bern raised himself, getting to his feet slowly. However, he was caught off guard, as one of the creatures grabbed onto him.

"Holy shit, holy shit!"

Bern pressed his hands against the creature's face, trying to keep it from biting him, while slowly moving towards the bridge.

[Blodo]

Yuri was already trying to open a hatch to the bridge on the tanker as Jones ran up and started pulling him by the sleeve.
- "WHAT?!"
- "Look!" - Jones said as he pointed to Bernie being held down by one of the undead.
- "Oh for christ sake.. can't you just shoot him?"
- "Nope, I don't want to take the blame when I miss."
Yuri looked at him with a look you wouldn't want him to give you.
- "I'm gonna fucking throw you off this ship if you gonna piss me off like this anymore.."

Saying that Yuri took his handgun and aimed down the sights. He took his shot and fired, hitting a control a few metres away from the struggling Bernie, which made a crane move. Within moments it hit the undead guy and sent him flying into the air. Yuri just stood there none too happy though.
- "What is it now?" - Jones asked.
Yuri just let his arms down and turned back on his heel.

- "I was aiming for the fucking corpse! Gah!"

[Bernie]

"..."

Bern raised an eyebrow, but decided to continue on. He sprinted as best he could, but for somebody his weight, it was pretty hard. The crowd of creatures was just behind him.

"This has not been my day..."

[Paladin58]

Titus, being pretty silent up to this point, was already halfway to the bridge from the truck when he got knocked down. As he came back to his senses, the sprinter that had shoulder-charged him was baring its teeth, ready to get a taste.

"Nuh uh! I'm not zombie food today!" was the first thing out of Titus' mouth as the sprinter jumped towards him. The first thing it saw was the barrel of the Benelli shoved in its mouth before it stopped dead in its tracks. Then Titus pulled the trigger, showering blood and gore from just under the back of the sprinter's head.

(OOC: 'Zombie' was the only thing that sounded right there. )

Edited by Nology5890, 14 December 2006 - 09:28 PM.

[Bernie]

"..."

Bern stopped dead in his tracks, looking at Titus.

"Jesus man, you didn't have to go feckin' phsy-...AUGH!"

Stopping was a bad idea, as Bern found out. The creatures grabbed him, pinning him to the ground and pulling at his arms, his legs and his face.

"Fu-...fuc-...let me finish!"

Bern kicked his feet wildly, trying to escape this 'death grip'.

"Fucking hell!"

[Paladin58]

"Don't worry, Bern, I've got ya!" said Titus, hopping to his feet while peppering the creatures pinning Bernie down. As each one rose up for the death bite, he blasted its face off.

[Blodo]

Yuri watched in amazement.
- "How many times does this guy have to be saved?"
He looked at Jones and threw him the handgun.
- "Your turn now." - as he quickly turned around and started opening the ship command bridge hatch, leaving the surprised black man to his own.

- "Motherfucker..."
Jones figured it wasn't even sensible to try and oppose. Instead he ran to the bridge and started blasting some undead ass...

[Bernie]

As more and more of the creatures on top of him were killed, Bern managed to slowly crawl his way out.

"Ti-Titus...help me up...will you."

Bern looked at his right arm, seeing a large bite mark on his wrist. He pulled his sleeve over it, hiding it from his fellow survivors.

"Kelly, I'm sorry..."

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: Did everyone just get sick of the RPG or something? Another one dead!

Darkman gave one last shout encouraging the other survivors to move up the bridge before taking his own advice.

"Get up, fast! We've got to collapse this thing!" Once at the other side, Darkman resumed his fire. "Bernie, get up! Titus, Ryn, up the bridge! There's guns and ammo in the tanker! If we can get to it, we'll be safe! C'mon! Go! Go!" A feeling of hopelessness began to sink into Darkman. There were too many of them. To get rid of them, they'd have to kill every single person in the city. It was hopeless. How could they fight this? The survivors were overwhelmed, anyways. The shamblers were beginning to crash and stumble through the gate. Even if they got on the tanker, what next? They were fighting a lost cause. The survivors were dieing.

[earini]

Lucas fired a couple more rounds into the crowd of shamblers, then his gun clicked. Empty.

Damn...I don't have any more clips, either. Well, I guess I'll just have to wait until we get in the tanker to get another one.

He dropped his gun and ran across the bridge, treading as lightly as he could so it wouldn't collapse underneath him.

[Copaman]

Ryn realised that in the situation at hand, listening would be a good idea. He ran up the bridge after his companion survivor, and then unshouldered the MP7 and began to pepper the undead zombies below him,l figuring that there should be some ammo somewhere.

"Damnit! Someone get this thing moving beofre they start to climb up! everybody onboard NOW!!!!"

[Bernie]

Bern crawled for his life, crawling further and further towards the bridge.

"K-Kelly...my...Kelly..."

Bern looked up to the sky as he continued crawling.

"I...hope you're still alive, my daughter."

[Cheshire Fox]

"What the fuck do you mean, get this thing moving? Do you know how to start it up? This isn't a fucking motorboat, it's a goddamn tanker!"

Darkman looked down towards the crawling Bernie. A wave of pity swept through him for the helpless looking Italian.

"COVER ME!" Darkman shouted and ran back down the bridge. With a fierce yell, he put the trench spike through the skull of the first flesheater he ecountered. Knocking down the others closest to him, he grabbed Bernie's hand and helped him to his feet.

"Go up! Go! Go!" Darkman emptied the Jericho and then realized with a sickening feeling he was out of clips. The circle of shamblers drew nearer. He raised the trench spike in preperation for the blow.

"A little cover fire, please!"

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

Gary was only too happy to oblige. He fired randomly into the horde, but wasn't confident enough to shoot anywhere near Johnny. At least Bernie seemed to be getting somewhere... Fucking hell! Why was he viewing this so objectively? That wasn't like him... "Darkman, get out of there! No heroic last stands! No-one else is gonna fucking die!"

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 16 December 2006 - 08:43 PM.

[Cheshire Fox]

"I've gotta wait for Bernie to get up first! The bridge won't take the two of us! Throw me a gun, would you!"

Darkman messily dispatched a flesheater.

Edited by Darkskul, 16 December 2006 - 08:42 PM.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

"You'd better catch this! It took a lot of favours to get hold of!" Gary chucked his clean, expensive, and highly deadly revolver towards Darkman, then got back to shooting.

[Paladin58]

"Okay, time to get up you fat bastard. I've carried heavier truck parts than you before. Up we go!" said Titus as he grabbed Bernie, flipped him over, and carried him over to the bridge on his shoulder.

"Johnny, you go first. I'm gonna run for my life across that bridge, and it will probably start to collapse from Bernie's and my combined weight rumbling across. Now, go!" said Titus, as he pulled his Benelli out, and one-handedly, started to fire into the slow-moving crowd nearing them.

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman heard Titus while wielding a Revolver in one hand and a spike in the other. He rapidly finished the chamber, then ran back up the bridge.

"Wait, before we go, can I run up and down this bridge a few more times?" Darkman asked in a sracstically enthusiastic voice. After tossing Gary back his revolver, he pulled the M1 out of the World War 2 bandolier on his back and began shooting away again.

OOC: What's the word for those things that keep guns on your back? It's not bandolier I don't think, but that's the best I can describe it...

[Bernie]

Bern opened his eyes again. Being on Titus' shoulder, he couldn't see much.

"...God, god, am I dead..?"

[Blodo]

bang bang bang - click

That was the sound of the gun Jones was wielding.
- "Shit! And out of clips too.. Hey get over the damn bridge already!" - he yelled towards the three people standing on the other side.

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Yuri at the same time got into the tanker itself and began running down the corridor. Every sign on the ship was in cyrillic, and it didn't bug him an inch.
- "Not here... not here... ah-ha!"
He ran into a room with a couple crates.
- "Where is the damn switch.."
A click was heard as the room was illuminated. To Yuri's surprise the crates were all open and the racks - all empty.
- "What the..." - he made a couple steps in and noticed a captains hat on the floor. He came closer to see a body. He turned it over with his boot to see the face of captain Sergei with a large gaping hole in his forehead.
- "SHIT! SHIT! They couldn't have found it!"
Suddenly Yuri heard something. He stopped moving. He could faintly hear gunfire coming from the outside as the rest were ripping countless former people apart. But there was something else. Suddenly a blank thump was heard, as if someone got a knuckle sandwich right in the face. Yuri came closer to the visible vent in the wall. He swore he could hear... someone talking. In a very pissed sort of way..

- "You know what I'll say to that? I'll say you can fuck off, you damn kraut! I had just about enough of this, now you will untie me before -"
- "Before what will happen, Mr. Tucker? This might have been a small discrepancy - the plans launched ahead of schedule. It's nothing bad. Now all I need to do is clean it up. You know - the backup plan? Too bad you won't be around to see the aftermath." - a German-like accent could be heard. As weird as it was Yuri's look on the face made it seem as if it all made sense to him. The voices below continued..
- "You will have the whole fucking US government on your head for this. I swear to god, you will burn in hell!"
- "Oh I most likely would, if only I was the enemy. And now, Mr. Tucker, I say goodbye. I really enjoyed our conversation."
A moment later a metal door was heard being slammed closed.

Yuri's face suddenly turned into a heavy scowl.
- "Oh no you won't. I won't let you!" - he said to himself as he ran out of the room, and ran straight through the corridor until he got to a planning room of sorts. The first thing he saw was vodka on the table, then a dead sailor walking slowly at him.
- "I don't have time -" - a thump was heard when he used a nearby metal pipe to smack the dead man straight in the head. - " - for this!"
The corpse fell and Yuri finished the job by pushing the pipe straight into it's skull, smashing some brain. Then he used his boot to break into a large nearby wooden case to reveal half a dozen handguns hidden in it. He took a cloth from the table, wrapped the handguns in the cloth and went running straight to the outer deck of the ship...