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[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: I like Mr. Creed...

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

The red pall of berserker rage still hung over Gary's eyes. He shot with mindless fury, decimating the hordes in front of him. Suddenly, his rifle was spent, and he flicked it up in his hand. Wielding it like a club, he charged once more into the approaching masses. He swung the rifle with strength he didn't know he possessed into the legs of the first creature, causing it to collapse to the ground. Gary stamped on its head as he savegely jabbed another creature in the stomach, almost tearing a hole in it. He continued to hit out as his boiling rage at the situation spilled over, hurling himself deeper and deeper into the horde.
They were all around him now, yet still he continued to fight. Screaming his defiance, he swung the butt of the rifle in a mighty arc around himself, embedding it down to the shoulders in one of his enemies. As he wrentched it free something struck him in the back, hard, and he stumbled to the ground. He looked up to see the creatures towering over him, and suddenly his sanity returned.
"Holy Shit!"

[Cheshire Fox]

As Darkman fought the hordes with knife and gun, he heard the furious maelstorm behind him that was Gary tear its way through to his postion. And suddenly, with only a few more infected between them, the vortex closed. Gary hit the ground.

"Cover my back!" Darkman shouted to the boat, and turned to Gary's direction. One infected bent forwards to take a bite out of the fallen man. A bullet from the Jericho blew through its skull. Finding the clip emtpy, Darkman went at witht he trench knife, smashing faces with brass knuckles and piercing skulls with the spike.

"Get up! Get up!"

[southsidediablo]

Damn. Those two are get themselves killed. "Cover me while I save these two morons" John let out a burst from the Ak and jumped off the ship. He swam to the dock and got up. He started walking towards Darkman and Gary while firing the Ak-47.

Edited by southsidediablo, 28 April 2007 - 08:28 PM.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

"Cheers!" Gary said as he jumped to his feet and took in his surroundings - a large number of undead and himself not on the ship.
'Wha?' he thought, 'How the fuck did I get down here?'
On the outside he contented himself with "Fuck!"

[southsidediablo]

(OCC: I got zombie maddness again, so i'm going to try to get everyone together again, oh, and if you feel like it, start posting in my RPG again. LOL)

John emptied the last of the ammo for the Ak-47. He pulled out his knife and started to stab the creatures in the head. As he kept on stabbing, his adrinaline started to take over and he couldn't stop. He kept on going and going, trying to control himself, but he couldn't, so he kept going.

Edited by southsidediablo, 03 June 2007 - 03:40 PM.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

Gary ducked wildly as another creature swung a clumsy paw at him. He still had no idea how the hell he had got down there, but was really more worried about the veritable horde of flesh-eaters surrounding him.
He swung his rifle with a satisfying crunch into the stomach of the nearest enemy, then span round and, falling to one knee, hit another creature in the face. As it began to collapse, he jabbed it savagely in the chest, and it stumbled back into several other creatures behind it.
Gary took the chance to asess the situation; the horde was thinning, but there were still too many of them to feasibly kill. And all this noise would surely be attracting more of the bastards. Sure enough, he spotted what was presumably the next gang's vanguard across the ferry car park.
"Bollocks. Guys, we gotta get outta-" he paused to push the butt of his gun backwards through an approaching organism "- Get outta here! Now!"

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman glanced upwards and spotted the incoming group.

"Fucking hell!" He cracked a nearby undead across the face with the brass knuckles, sending it spinning into the water, then quickly brought the spike through the temple of the next in line.

"Regroup! Gather tight! Just push forwards!" Darkman dropped beneath the jawline of the infected and threw his shoulder into the chest of the nearest, sending it off the dock with a splash. He punched another one off, stabbed a third, and made it up to Doe's frantic knifing spree.

OOC: Every time I think this is dead for good...

[southsidediablo]

OOC: lol, I have a way with things. I think I have ESP or something, lol.

"Bring it! Bring it on!" John kept on slashing his way through the horde. He kept on moving fueled by his adrenaline he hadn't relized that he twisted his foot moving through the crowed of undead. All he could think about was the revenege at hand.

[Laughmaster]

In the car park, jaden began to fire at the approaching undead. "Damn! There's too many of them." he thought while taking the clip out of his gun to see. "Only six left? I am so screwed..." Jaden slid the clip back into the gun, and glanced behind him. "There seems to be less of 'em down there... Is that a boat? Sweet!" He started to run towards the smaller group.

Edited by Laughmaster, 08 June 2007 - 10:31 AM.

[d35tr0y3r]

Stenton flicked on the radio as he drove closer to the docks. Nothing came on, only static. But he kept checking anyway, as if he expected something to come on. As he neared the docks, he noticed a horde of the undead dragging their feet towards the edge. He stuck his head out to get a better look and heard gunshots.

"Damn, i better get to safer ground if I'm going to even try and get onto the ship," he muttered to himself.

Stenton grabbed his Kar98, and his Anaconda, and set out to do some dirty work. He parked near one of the warehouses and got out of his car. He shouldered the Kar and check to see if the Anaconda was loaded.

heh, this is going to be fun

He made sure the coast was clear, and walked inside the warehouse. The big empty space inside scared him a little bit. He always wondered if there was one of those creatures right around the corner. He took a deep sigh and it echoed around the room. The crates towered over him like monoliths.

It's always better to get to higher ground, better do that ASAP

Fortunately there was a staircase on his right. He pocketed his Anaconda and started walking towards it. His footsteps also echoing in the vacancy of the building.

Now ain't that convenient

He opened the door to the staircase and there was a loud creak, he could still hear shouting and gunshots outside, but he mostly zoned those out. Quietly he hears footsteps, and he stopped. The pace of the footsteps grew louder and louder, faster and faster. He turned to see one of the flesheaters running right for him.

"Aww, now god dammit"

He reached for his Anaconda but he was slow due to old age. The creature jumped him and he fell backwards onto the staircase. It clawed wildly at his chest. It's grimy fingernails dug into his vest as he tried to fight it off. He tried punching it's side with his free hands, but it did not slow the creature at all. With his free hand he was able to grab the handle of his gun. He pistol-whipped it in the head and it was slightly stunned. Enough time for him to get his hand fully around the grip and he fired a few rounds into the creatures head. Rotten blood and flesh sprayed everywhere. shit, and this was a new vest too, he thought. He got up and tried to wipe the grime off, and then fired the Anaconda into the creature's head enough times to make sure it was dead. He started to reload the weapon when he noticed that he had attracted more visitors. He locked the door to the stairs shut, and bolted up to the top floor. When he reached the top, he found a window that looked out to the docks. He saw where the gun shots and shouts he heard before came from. A horde of shufflers were gathering around a small group of people. He couldn't tell how many there were, but he could tell they were in trouble. He also noticed another person not part of the group, firing at the horde with what seemed like a pistol. But then he saw that person run off in a different direction.

Oh well, i guess i can't stand here doing nothing. Might as well help out those people down there.

He set down the Kar98 on the windowsill and started firing.

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman kept moving forwards, trying to keep up with crazed Doe, smahing and stabbing everything in front of him. They were getting closer to land all the time, but they were going to too slow. Somewhere on the mainland, gunfire broke out. He couldn't see where from, but someone was firing on them. Whoever they were, they weren't doing him much good.

Suddenly, a bullet whined in and the head of a nearby flesheater flew to pieces. Glancing up quickly, he saw a muzzle flash from a window in one of the warehouses.

"Looks like we're not the only one's here!" He called back to Gary.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

"About bloody time too!" Gary yelled in reply, leaping over a bloody mess which presumably used to be alive. He swung his gun in a wide arc, baseball style, almost decapitating the unfortunate creature on the end of it. He continued to run and leap through the throng, settling into a now practiced rhythm as he tried to reach Darkman.
As he ran, he noticed quick bursts of gunfire ripping apart several of the creatures, and silently praised God for their new friend's timely arrival.

OOC: Thanks for joining us Destroyer, just a little request from the Grammar Nazi in me - could you try and make your writing flow a little more? Sorry it sounds really mean

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 10 June 2007 - 03:34 PM.

[southsidediablo]

John kept moving forward, slashing and thrashing. Suddenly a bullet flew past his head hitting an undead next to him. He looked up and saw muzzleflash and headed towards it.

[d35tr0y3r]

OOC: haha yeah no problem, i'm not exactly going through this writing and proofreading every mistake i make, but i'll work on it.


Stenton pulled back the lever and a shell was ejected from the gun. He pushed it back in and fired another round off. These actions soon turned into a rhythm for him. Pulling...pushing...firing. He soon was extremely concentrated on what he was doing, and he heard nothing. He was completely focused on helping out the group of survivors below him. He saw the flesheater's heads explode in a mass of rotted flesh every time he hit them.

Soon a rattling from the door down the staircase woke his senses.

seems as if I have some problems of my own. I should deal with those now.

He pulled the Kar98 from the window sill and looked down the stairs at the door. A horde of shufflers had gathered around the door. He saw them pound and and shake the door through its window. Soon the window itself shattered and he could tell the creatures were starting to get through.

Damn it all to hell. Now how am i supposed to help those folks down there.

He pulled back the lever and another shell was ejected from the barrel of his Kar. He could tell he was empty and he put another magazine in.

Uh-oh only one more magazine after this one. Better start shooting wisely

He pushed the lever back in and started firing again. The first bullet flew into the door and made a loud gong noise as the metal collided with metal. Again, the rhythm started again and he was in the zone. Unfortunately, the rattling distracted him and he missed for the most part, taking out one or two of the shufflers banging on his door. He was once again out of bullets and put in his last couple rounds.

This is no good, I'm in a load of shit now.

Edited by d35tr0y3r, 11 June 2007 - 05:39 PM.

[Laughmaster]

((OOC: Sorry if most of this is spelled wrong.)))


Jaden hadn't gone far before hearing gunshots, and imideately stoping. Looking over his sholder, he saw a muzzleflash that came from the warehouse window. Then, he saw one of the undead fall, and in that moment he could see between the walking corpses someone changed direction and begin stabing his way to the warehouse.

"What in the hell is that guy doing in the middle of that deathtrap?"

Jaden started running towards the warehouse, wondering if there are other people besides the one with the knife, and the one in the building. He noticed that some of the undead had enterd the warehouse. Jaden started running faster, knowing that if they got up the stairs, they would prabobly kill the guy in there. Jaden herd more gunshots, but this time they werent coming out of the window. he stoped running for a moment to grab the bress knuckles that wer holding his belt togather, and to put put his hair into a neet ponytail.

"Alright... Let's rock!"

Jaden began charging at the warehouse with his brass knuckles in his right hand, and his gun in his left, fireing at the undead.

Edited by Laughmaster, 12 June 2007 - 07:08 PM.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

OOC: Cheers Destroyer, that was quite a bit better.

"Aaah! Stop running so-", Gary paused for breath, "-faggin' fast! Jesus!"
He continued to struggle forwards after John and Darkman, gradually forging a way through the horde. At this point, it suddenly occured to Gary how odd it was that these creatures barely presented any threat to them anymore. They were just an annoyance, practice for the real thing...
'Wait a minute', he thought, as he rhytmically smashed apart those undead foolish enough to lurch for him, 'if this is practice, then by process of logical deduction, there must therefore be something out there that's faster, stronger, tougher... maybe bigger... That's not good news for us...'
His somewhat roundabout train of thought was interrupted as he finally caught up with Darkman and the stabbing psychopath.
"Wadup..." he muttered, impaling another creature on the now somewhat buckled barrel of his rifle.

[southsidediablo]

"Well, nothing except for the horde of undead" John kept slashing with his knife. "Form a circle! Then move towards the warehouse! That way we can't be surprised. Unless something else complety unexpected comes"

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: There's still sprinters.

Darkman took advantage of a brief clear spot to glance up along the dock. They were barely twenty feet away now...something odd caught his eye. One, now two, three of the shamblers had just fallen off the dock without any kind of injury, and they hadn't just walked. Something had hit them. And then, there it was. A sprinter, bursting through the crowd, lunging at them. Darkman swung at it with the knuckles, leaving his side covered by Doe. He hit the flying infected across the cheek, turning it's mouth away from him. It smashed full force against his face. He fell backwards with a shout, blood spraying from his nose. He felt his back hit Gary hard, the creature still pushing him downwards.

"Motherfuck! Get it off!" Darkman shouted desperately and panicked.

[southsidediablo]

"Come on. Just when it was getting good" John pushed the infected off Darkman and picked him up, slashing at the others that came near him. "Screw that idea! Run for the warehouse, but keep an eye on the dude next to you!"