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[southsidediablo]

John took careful aim. He wanted this to be perfect. He quickly went over the plan in his head. He would fire the flare, then quickly jump into the room to get away from the fire. Simple and it would look very cool. John took aim, feeling sweat start to trickle down his head as the horde came faster. He pulled the trigger and stayed long enough to see the flare land in the middle of the group, catching fire to most of the horde. He jumped into the room and took a defensive poistion incase any tried to come in the door.

Edited by southsidediablo, 26 January 2007 - 02:47 AM.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

The room shook, suddenly, then settled. Whoops of joy could be heard through the wall. "What the hell?" Gary exclaimed, suprised. "Yuri, what the fuck is going on here?!"

[Cheshire Fox]

"Hahahaha! Oh, shit, what a shot!" Darkman was doubled over with laughter. "We better get that door closed."

Darkman grunted, and pulled hard on the bed. It slid a few inches across the floor with a harsh scraping noise.

[southsidediablo]

John helped Darkman barricade the door. "Damn that was cool. I'll have to do that again. But first we gotta loot some more flares. Only got 2 left." John said as he loaded another flare and put the flare gun away.

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: I probably should wait a little before posting, but what the hell.

With a final grunt, Darkman shoved the bed up against the door. It hit the wall with a loud, solid, clang. He stepped back and bent over, putting his hands on his knees and panting.

"Well, looks like we got some time to kill." he said, twisting his head around to get a better view of the room and seeing nothing of any value. He took a long sip from his canteen. his hand brushed against something he had completely forgotten he had. With a short laugh he pulled out a CD player. He put on the head phones and wandered around the room looking for a way out to the album Keasbey Nights. Eventually, he meandered into the bathroom.

An empty tube of toothpaste, a razor, and a can of shaving cream sat on the sink. A disgusting toilet leaked in the corner. Darkman looked up into a dirty mirror. He wasn't looking so good. He brushed dried blood off his face and felt ruefully at the many bruises. After passing a hand over his cheeks, he took another look at the razor.

Ah, what the hell. Why not. Just give the razor a good wash first. Had he not decided to tend to his vanity, they might have been stuck there quite a while longer. As he reached over to adjust the mirror, the nail holding it up snapped and it crashed to the floor.

"Hey I think I just found our golden ticket outta here." Darkman called, his face half covered with shaving cream and headphones dangling out of his pocket. He smiled into the vent underneath the sink, to which his attention had so recently been drawn.

Edited by Darkskul, 26 January 2007 - 10:58 PM.

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: It's been two days. Someone post, please.

[southsidediablo]

(OOC: I was waiting, but i guess we'll just continue until someone else posts.)

John walked into the bathroom, " It better be a box of C4 or a flamethrower. Although a tank would be nice too."

Edited by southsidediablo, 28 January 2007 - 05:25 PM.

[Pastinator]

((OOC:I'm sorry about this guy's i took ages to post, and sorry for the posting being so slow, i don't know why it is, probally because we're don't have our own guild atm. It should speed up soon.))

"Ok, Yuri, whats the plan, how close are we to where we want to get on this ship? Anyway, i don't care, we're in a bunk room, with massive metal doors and walls, lets get some rest, just make sure the door is locked solid. We all need time to relax and chill."

Pulling out Gina's CD player he started up one of her albums, 40 oz to Freedom, by Sublime. It seemed to be the live album of a Ska punk band, with some mellow, relaxing lyrics, apropriate at the moment.

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman gave the vent a good kick. The grate broke in, revealing a long black tunnel.

"Not exactly C4, but I'd say it'll do. Just a sec." Darkman leant back over the sink and quickly finished shaving, cursing when he cut himself.

"Alright, lets have some fun." He lay down and crawled into the vent. "Damn, a flashlight would be nice right now." For a moment, just for a moment, something flashed into Darkman's mind. Back when they first got onto the ship...there was a noise in the vent...wasn't there? He pushed the thought aside and dragged his whole body in.

OOC: It's up to Blodo to describe anything in the vent.

[southsidediablo]

" It's no flashlight, but take one of my lighters." John handed Darkman a silver zippo lighter.

[southsidediablo]

(OCC: It's two days again. I'm not putting pressure on anyone but i'd like to get this moving.)

Edited by southsidediablo, 31 January 2007 - 01:33 AM.

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: I'm trying to refrain from posting in order to make this a more than two - man rp...the Apocolypse seems to be ending. How ironic. Blodo seems to be gone, nology's gone, copaman's gone, paradox is long gone, whoever had Lucas Jordan is gone, whoever had Kyle Beinviedos is gone, mspencer is gone, pasty is practically gone...everything started going way downhill after Hannukah.

[Pastinator]

(OOC:It does seem so, hopefully we'll be able to keep it with just three, perhaps four(copmaan), it could be better but yeah. If blodo doesn't seem interested, i might as well make this up.))
"Gary, give that here, unless your coming."

Snatching his flashlight back out of Gary's hand he walked up to Darkman.

"This is a tight place, my shotgun might come in handy. Does anybody happen to have a saw, i know it's stupid damaging your own wapon, but theres gotta be more on this ship right?"

Looking around, herealised it was a stupid question, the group were underequpied as it is, and now with the truck being infested. Gripping the shotgun his placed it barrel under the metal bed leg, angled it upwards, and stomped on the bed, bringing it's whole whegith upon it, with a sickeniung crack.

"Ok people, ammo count, i've got eight shells left, and a pistol that seems to be jammed. What do the rest of you got?

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: Ummmmmmmm...I'm actually in a different room right now. Darkman and John Doe got seperated. We're crawling through a vent right now. You guys are off down the hall. The zombies are filling the hallway.

"Thanks." Darkman muttered as he crawled into the vent. A little while in, it went sharply up. He stood up and jumped, grabbing onto a ledge where it turned back over the vent. He flicked the lighter back on, as it had gone out, and continued crawling, warning John of the climb. After another minute or so, the passed over another room.

"Wait! I see a flash light beam..." Darkman carefully lifted the grate on the vent, and peered into the room. A loud crack sounded behind him, followed by the metal in the vent groaning. It dropped down, and sent Darkman sliding down into the room below. As soon as he landed, he pulled out his pistol. He found himself staring down the barrel of Harvey's shotgun.

"Oh, it's you."

[southsidediablo]

John saw Darkman fall from the vent. He fell and landed on his feet. He qiuckly unslung the AK-47 as he got a bad feeling. "First, I want to find whatever was stalking us. And since were out of there i'll take my lighter" John took the lighter and put it in his pocket.

Edited by southsidediablo, 01 February 2007 - 01:44 AM.

[Copaman]

((Pretty much all the RPers have moved to Meaaov, a Forum made by Revorians because of problems they have with Revora.))

"Alright, sounds good. But before we go out, I want an ammo count. I've got like one magazine left and about 10 shots in this one. My golf club is still intact, though. I can't take point because of that."

Edited by Copaman, 01 February 2007 - 05:59 PM.

[southsidediablo]

"I guess i'll take point with the Ak. But i'll need to find more ammo for it or i'll have to switch to my M9 which I only have about 22 rounds left."

[Pastinator]

"Hey, darkman, said harvey, what you doing up here. I heard noise, and decided to explore, same for you? Anywayy, this place gives me the creeps, want to explore together, or dsplit up. If we go together we get cover from both sides. Anyway, its tall enough to crouch in these vents."

(ooc: Ok everyone, ammo count and exactly where you are please, i am in airvent, next a locked down room, with zombies pummeling outside.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

"Guys, we've gotta stay together. There ain't much point splitting up in here, it's not as if we haven't got a lot of time. And, if we're leaving, i'll hold the rear."

OOC: Pasty, I'm wherever you are. And I haven't been counting bullets, so I guess I have loads. Wait, you're in an airvent? What are you doing in there?

[Pastinator]

(OOC: You've got 5 rifle shells, two revolver clips. I'm harsh, i know. And you can be in the room, in which i crawled up into the airvent in. It's locked and bolted, and is metal so can't be opened, so yeah, just come and join the party, oh wait, i'll assume you already did.))

"Good idea, however, i think we better keep quiet, i've heard stuff through these airvents, probally rats, but maybe something else."

As if to illustarte his point, a distant banging noise was heard, from a long way down the air system.