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[Bernie]

"And now that he's gone...", Kelly got to her feet and walked over to the nearby passage, past the rift.

"I can find him."

Kelly ran down the corridor, opened the door at the end and continued walking...

[Copaman]

Ryn heard the door open and motioned to the two standing near him that - whatever it was - had just left. He switched his laser sight back on and walked towards where Yuri had gone. Time for a game of Marco-Polo

"YURI! HOLD UP! MARCO!" He screamed so that the whole level could hear. Hopefully it wouldn't attract the attention of an infected, and hopefully the party out in front hadn't closed any bulkheads, or else the three we really screwed.

Edited by Copaman, 20 January 2007 - 10:50 PM.

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman was thrown to the ground by the force of the door hitting him. An infected, attracted by Ryn's shout had lurched violently through the door. The collision of Darkman's spine against the wall knocked his gun out of his hand. He grabbed desperately for it as the shamber's shin brushed up against his stomach in the narrow hallway. A drop of saliva landed next him.

[Copaman]

Ryn spun around adn saw the infected mauling at Darkman. Five - Ten - Fifteen shots to the head and another five in the chest, followed up with a good whack or two to the neck and body stopped the onslaught.

Ryn helped Darkman up and with the laser sight found his gun. "Here, you might need this. Which way did that Yuri guy go again? We've gotta find him."

"YURI!! HEY!!"

[Pastinator]

Harvey looked at Gary, then to his Maglight.

"Here, you might need this."

[southsidediablo]

"Do you guys have to yell? Just radio him or something." John was getting pretty aonnyed of being in a group of people, but being in a group of people who attract infected? "As soon as i figure out if they're heading to the amry base i'll make my decion if i'll stay" John thought to himself

[Cheshire Fox]

"Yeah, like we have a fucking radio, genius!" Darkman panted. "But seriously Ryn, quite down! We're in a ship full of fucking crazed cannibals! Our objective is to not get - aw, fuck!" Darkman shot another down.

"Get in here!" He kicked open a door leading off from the corridor. It lead to a sailors bunkroom. A quick glance revealed it was empty. He stumbled in, waving his gun at the shamblers limping in from various doorways.

Edited by Darkskul, 21 January 2007 - 03:56 AM.

[southsidediablo]

John wiped out his pistol and started firing. He took a quick minute to light up anouther cigerate. "I guess i'll follow them for a while" John thought, walking into the bunkroom.

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman twisted his head around and took a hurried glance around the room. it was sparsely furnished, with a metal bunkbed and a rusted metal dresser that would be taken for a file cabinet out of context. A door led to a spartan bathroom off to the side.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

"Thanks dude," Gary replied, flicking on the maglight and accidentally illuminating a disturbingly quiet creature shambling towards them. "Aaah, Christ! That's for scaring the shit out of me!" Gary hissed as he shot the creature down. "Hey, anyone seen Darkman and those other guys?"

[earini]

((OOC:

It would help if you all wouldn't overdo it on the ammo now, I'm gonna be counting bullets. TBH this part is gonna be more about the mystery yet to be unraveled and a bit of a horror movie feeling, so we can try and step away from the constant shooting and explosives for a bit. There will be a lot less zombies on the ship and I mean a LOT less. Like in the single digits. The story should interest you all enough though.

Whatever happened to this? There seems to be zombies everywhere, and Blodo doesn't seem to be posting.))

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: I've only fired once, and I've got 32 shots left.

[Copaman]

I've got two SHOOTING weapons, and one non-shooting weapon. I've been watching bullets for my MP7, and I don't really care about the AK.

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC:I really feel like you could've afforded to post something contributing to the continuation of the story...I've been making about every other post it feels like. Why has all the posting slowed to a dead crawl now?

Edited by Darkskul, 24 January 2007 - 08:42 PM.

[southsidediablo]

(OCC: I'll take the AK if you don't want it. My guy is better with rifles and only has about 20 rounds left with his M9. And I post then wait till 1 or 2 pther people post. I usually check whenever i get online, but then again i have too much frre time.)

Edited by southsidediablo, 24 January 2007 - 09:16 PM.

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: Somebody, DO SOMETHING!!

[southsidediablo]

(OCC: I would wait, but it's going way to slow)

"Gimme that Ak!" John said as he took it from the person. " Now let's find the rest. and please keep your mouth shut. I don't really feel like wasting ammo on the undead." He slowing walked out of the door looking both ways to make sure there was nothing there. As soon as he felt in a good poistion, he started running down the hallway.

Edited by southsidediablo, 25 January 2007 - 11:13 PM.

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: Straight into the hallway full of zombies? Ummmmm...why does that seem like a really, really bad idea? Don't worry, I have a plan.

"John! What the fuck do you think you're doing? There's too many of them!" The infected were filling up the hallway. "Get back in here! We can barricade the door!"

[southsidediablo]

(OCC: My bad. I thought they were gone.)

John heard the guy he thought was Darkman yelling at him. "Screw this!" John yelled. He ran back into the bunkroom and pulled out his flare gun. "I've been saving this baby for a rainy day." John said with a chuckle as he aimed it at the horde of advancing undead.

Edited by southsidediablo, 26 January 2007 - 01:06 AM.

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: Just to keep things moving...as copaman doesn't seem to be able to/doesn't want to keep posting, I'm gonna assume he came into the room with us.

A broad grin spread across Darkman's face.

"Hell yeah. Do it."

He took a few steps backwards and grabbed the bedpost, positioning himself carefully to be able to view the violence about to ensue.