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[Paladin58]

As if in an acid trip, Titus' thoughts melted back into place, as he heard a small explosion rock the freighter. Damn pipe... he acknowledged, as he stared at why his train of thought had melted away so suddenly: a vent pipe, hanging precariously low. As his sense of surroundings returned, he noticed the smell of rotting flesh. As he turned his head, he noticed the cause of the nausea-inducing stench, a shambler, slowly coming his way.

"Sorry, buddy, but I'm not the lunch special today," he said, and with a smirk, Titus leveled his shotgun, walked forward, and put more buckshot into the shambler's face than Dick Cheney could into five senators during a duck hunt. Satisfied that his undead assailant had been mortalized and re-killed, he continued down the hallway, fairly sure that this was the direction the explosion came from. Well, with this being a ship, it could have echoed from the other direction... Damn sound waves.

OOC: I'm back, and with a vengeance.

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman had learned to think fast in the neverstopping danger he had entered. His thought process was near instantaneous when he heard the footstep behind him.

Shambler? Too fast. Not a sprinter, too slow. Maybe he hasn't seen me yet? A new type? Not likely.

Darkman spun around, thr trigger on the Baby Eagle half depressed.

"Shit! Titus! Where have you been? How did we lose you?" Darkman let the gun drop to his side.

OOC: Oh good, you're back!

[Pastinator]

The movement around Harvey had gone on too quickly. Unbeknownst to everybody the creature had in fact knocked him out. Weather it was intentionally, or due to it's excitement at running towards it's prey was unknown. Harvey lay there, still knocked out.

* * *

Running backwards the creature moved away from where Gary was, and as far away from the noise of the gunshot as possible. It was the only one of it's kind that had escaped, and it wasn't doing it for no reason.

((OOC: Was going to say i was going away, but i had a power cut. Should be updating the story pretty quick now.))

[southsidediablo]

"Titus? More people? Shit. Now where is the captain's cabin?"

[Copaman]

"Alright! More peoples! Now let's go exploring. I thought I saw some sort of "Quarters This Way" sign about 100 meters or so ago. The paint that was in english was a bit rubbed off, but I could make out the lettering. It was pointed down that hall over there..."

Ryn pointed to a hallway no less than 75 meters away, lit with red lights and the eerie glow of floodlights left on. They seemed to be peering at the group through the fog.

[Paladin58]

OOC: Well, considering I haven't even found the group yet, I see no reason why you guys are cheering. Last thing I noticed is that there should be a lot of charred zombie corpses in my area. There aren't. Yet. But, I guess that this is a fast-forward up to where you guys are.
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"Ah, exploring? Sounds like fun. I'm up for some spelunking for more wannabe Romero-like zombies..."

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: You took a right turn. Congrats. This will probably be my last post for a week, so au revoir

Edited by Darkskul, 17 February 2007 - 12:20 AM.

[southsidediablo]

(OCC: Nope, i'm gonna post)

"Exploring? What are you talking about? I'm looking for a little something that might be in the captain's cabin. Then, I gotta get off this ship and back to the army base."

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

"Well, thanks for sharing that, whoever you are. Nice to know we have your full support in our endeavours, whatever they happen to be. Speaking of which, what are they? And where the hell are we even going?!"

[Pastinator]

The creature was disappointed, it's prey had got away, and had met up with new people. Unbeknownst to the other's, one of Ryn's bullets had punctured a whole in it's left leg, causing it to limp in a shambling gait, rather than it's usual scuttle.

* * *

Knocked out, Harvey began to stir. After a few minutes, he woke up, and gained consciouness. Thanking the lord for his survival, he got up and walked through the vent's until he saw the group.
Dropping down, he spoke to them.

"Hi."

[southsidediablo]

"It's John, and I support you guys, it's just that I have my own path." John took a ciggerate and put it in his mouth. "You guys are welcome to join me to the army base." John got his lighter and lit the ciggerate. " I just need to get something from the general there and then i'll help you guys with whatever. And who is this now? How many of you guys are there?"

Edited by southsidediablo, 20 February 2007 - 12:54 AM.

[Cheshire Fox]

"John...when was the last time you made contact with the army?" Darkman slowly turned to face him. His hand rested on the pocket where the trench knife was.

"I'm not going to any fucking army installation, and if any of you guys know what's good for you you're not going either. They've taken matters into their own hands over there John. They've decided to declare martial law for themselves. When I went to the hospital, covered in blood from fighting my way across the city for two days, they tried to shoot me. And when they didn't succeed in that, they beat me down and threw me in some closet. They'd do the same to me again and to everyone here. They've gone fascist. I'm staying clear. They're fucking insane, they'll kill us."

[southsidediablo]

"The last time? We were sent into the city to find First Platoon. We didn't find them and we left with only about 6 men. We got back to base and there was no one there. We were about to head for another base when we where radioed to check this ship out. That's when I got stuck on this tub and met up with you guys. But I need to get something from there...... and I have to settle a score."

Edited by southsidediablo, 25 February 2007 - 06:42 PM.

[Pastinator]

Harvey turned from his silence.

"He's right, there might be important stuff there, weapons and the like, as well as a possible way of escaping this god forsaken city. I don't know about you, but i think the countryside will have less of these flesheaters in it, especially as the cities contained most people. Maybe there's a helicopter there, with surviving pilots? Perhaps a boat for going up river? Maybe radio contact?"

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 26 February 2007 - 05:04 PM.

[Copaman]

((OOC: Apoc Happens in NYC, correct? I think I remember seeing that somewhere...))

[Pastinator]

((OOC: it happens ina non-descript city, which is very ordinary. This is to allow people to make up stuff that wouldn't be possible in a real city.))

[Copaman]

((OOC: oh, OK. I've got an idea... I'm PMing it to you now.))

[Pastinator]

((OOC: Ok, i'll try and stick with your idea, but let's continue the story.))

From high above, the creature watched them talking, snorting malignantly at them, removing the air-vent, unseen from the groups eyes, he prepared to pounce.

[Copaman]

((You just gave me the go-ahead?! SWEET! ))

Ryn heard light scratches above him and then noticed the slight breeze dissappear. He looked above at the Ventilation Duct above him and noticed the vent was gone. That had to have been there before. Otherwise I wouldn't have felt a breeze earlier. Something might be up there. Better let them know... "Hey," Ryn said to the group, "I think we might have a visitor above us. Keep moving, but watch your back. If we can get to a point in the ship where we can get it going, we'll leave this god-forsaken town behind, head north, and then I'll take it from there. Just watch yourself right now." Ryn took out the iron he carried on his back and then spun around in a circle. If there was something up there, Ryn was ready for it.

Edited by Copaman, 28 February 2007 - 04:33 PM.

[Cheshire Fox]

"Aw, just what we needed. Dead guys behind doors, dead guys upstairs, now dead guys in the vents." Darkman pulled out the Jericho and slid the clip about halfway out.

"29 bullets..." He said, worried. He flicked off the safety and took a glance behind him. "Right, the captains room. Sounds great."