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[Bernie]

Bern reached out of the window, Benelli in hand, and started shooting the creatures that were attaking the Hospital windows.

"Damn, these things are insane!"

Bern reloaded his Benelli, keeping an eye out for any of the creatures that might come towards him and Titus. "...I hope we get this over and done with quickly. Hell knows what nightmares are in the Hospital...", Bern muttered under his breath, ready to open the door.

[Paladin58]

"Okay, I'm gonna take this mother right through the barricade, it doesn't look strong enough to do any harm to the car when we hit it, but it would take too long to tear down," says Titus, as he coaxes the car up to 77 mph.

"Everybody, brace yourselves! We're going through!"

(OOC: Pasty, as you're the GM, I feel it's appropriate for you to RP our entrance into the hospital. It just feels appropriate.)

[Pastinator]

((OOC: it's apropriate.Thanks for asking))

The car raced forward, the speed rattling loose parts, nothing major, but enough to scare those inside. Smashing through the barricade the car rattled all those inside like pinballs, if they hadn't had there seatbelts on their brains would have been dasheed against the windscreen. The last thing Titus saw before the airbag hit him was three people standing at the top of what looked like a demolished staircase.

[Bernie]

Bern lifted his head. He had blacked out for a short while there. But he soon remembered where he was. Lifting his Benelli, Bern tried to open the door.

"...Ack, my door's jammed shut."

Bern rubbed his head, feeling three large lumps in amongst his hair. Letting out a deep sigh, he started shaking Titus' shoulder.

"Hey, Titus. You okay?"

[Paladin58]

"Urgh... Well, that was fun..." squeaked Titus as he lifted his head off the deflated airbag, and looked straight forward. As he noticed where he was, he began to assess any bodily damage. Cracked rib... Possibly. Chipped tooth... Ow. Definitely. Subluxed vertebrae... *pop* Not anymore. And, finally, a little blood from my brow? Must be a cut up on my forehead.
"Urk... Yeah, I'm fine, I guess. We're in the hospital, right? I can't remember whether that brick wall we must have hit was a barricade or not," replied Titus to his new friend's inquiry. "Hey, wait, before the airbag went off, I remember seeing people... People with guns over there," he said while pointing toward the demolished stairs, now devoid of life,"Hey, my door opens. I'll get out, and you and Thomas can get out through here. Speaking of, hey, Thomas? You okay?"

[Pastinator]

As Titus got out he saw three people standing high above him. All three had guns. One was obviously a hospital worker, his long white coat trailing behind him. The other seemed to be dressed in millitary fatigues and pointing a bolt action rifle at him. The third was a woman, cradling a pistol in her hand's unsurely. The man infatigues spoke first.
" You down there identify yourselves!"

[Bernie]

Bern blinked, almost frozen to his seat in fear. His lip twitched before he shouted out a reply.

"Well, ugh, I'm Bern. And, ugh, don't kill me!"

Bern tried to think of a good excuse for them not to kill him, but could only think of noodles...then a thought struck him, a stupid one at that...

"The world needs overweight people! They keep the world in balance!"

[Pastinator]

The man in the fatigues looked to the others.
"This one isn't a creature, i don't know about the others. I assume they wouldn't be travelling with them else." Then looking back to Bernie he started talking to him again. "Ok, take this ladder up, get your freinds to aswell."
The man lowered a rope ladder as three shamblers started to walk through the hole the car created.

[Paladin58]

"Whoa, stranger. Perhaps we should ask you guys your names as well. But, as you asked first," began Titus, loosening his grip on the Beretta, "my name's Titus, he's Bernie, and the guy still in the back of the car is Thomas. Now, do we look like mindless rotting undead to you? Let's all put down our guns," he continues as he leans down to place his Beretta on the cold hospital floor, "and talk this out, instead of all this hostility..."
I'm hearing shamblers... Should I motion for my gun and take them out, and risk my neck for a quick death? Or, should I...
"Hey! I've got a corpse at my six o'clock. Mr. Army man, could you drop him for me?"

Edited by Nology5890, 25 October 2006 - 10:08 PM.

[Bernie]

Bern looked at the shamblers approaching. He lowered himself down, in an attempt to hide.

"Please don't eat me, please don't eat me..."

[Pastinator]

"Shit" shouted the man in fatigues. Giving the rope ladder to the man behind him he pointed the rifle at the creatures. Lining the sights up he fired three shots in quick succesion at one of the shamblers. One bullet sped past the creatures letear, causing no damage. The second bullet grazed the side of its right temple and the third hit it in the right eye, putting it out of action.
"Theres no time for this, get up!" Shouted the millitary man. "Climb the ladder, more will be coming from the sound of gunfire."

Edited by Pastinator, 26 October 2006 - 09:28 PM.

[Bernie]

Bern began to breathe heavily, a sense of panic coming over him. He nudged Titus before looking back towards the incoming creatures.

"Don't mean to annoy you, but ugh...you have to get out first and all...so..ugh, hurry please?"

[Paladin58]

(OOC: Well, a little more confusion... I thought I had already gotten out of the car! I'm RP'ing it as you hallucinating, k? So as not to interrupt the flow.)

"I'm on the ground, Bernie, you're seeing things. C'mon, get out of the car. I need to help Thomas get out (OOC: as he seems to be unable to do it himself. ) of the car. Climb over me, and take my gun."

[Bernie]

Bern breathed heavily, his eyes wide open. He knew for sure those things were going to kill him if he didn't do what Titus said.

"Agh, a-...alright."

He began to get out of the car, bringing his gun along with Titus'.

"G-...got it!"

[Pastinator]

((OOC: if this keeps happening i'll keep godmodding you, so keep posting to stop me GMing!))

Titus glanced over his back and saw both Bernie and Thomas had climbed up. Looking at the people who had rescued them he saw a jewish man, one who he hadn't seen before. Looking back to the man in fatigues he saw him starting to speak.

"Who are you, and why are you coming to this hospital?" he said, as threataningly as posible whilst keeping quiet. "You tell me why you're here first, then i'll bring my gun away from your face!"

[Bernie]

Bern looked towards Titus, who had a gun pointed at his face. Bern had gotten used to killing the creatures, but never had he thought about this. If Titus were to die, he probably wouldn't have the guts to drive through the city. If Thomas were to die, he'd be alone with these rather hostile strangers

"Ugh...I, ugh...I..."

With this flood of thoughts, Bern fainted, banging his head on the floor...

[Cheshire Fox]

Johnny Darkman felt a wave of sympathy for the fat man as he fell to the ground. His entire world began to focus in on one little detail: the pressure slowly be applied to the trigger of the bolt-action rifle. This wasn't the first time the hospital had had visitors. And he had seen what the soldiers did to them. It was sure as hell not going to happen again, as far as he was concerned. He felt for the trench spike behind his back. After a deep breath, he whipped it out above his head as brought it down hard on the soldier. After a split second of pressure, the point drove through the soldiers head. Darkman jerked his head away so he didn't have to watch the gruesome aftermath. Simultaneously, he yanked his Jericho hand gun it's holster, pointing at the woman with the pistol, another person who had gone to hospital seeking help for a friend.

"You drop that fucking gun right now!" Darkman shouted.

((OOC: Darkman's the Jewish guy. In case any of you don't know what a trench spike is, here's a pic. It was designed in WWI for close combat fighting in the trenches. Made to go through skulls.

[Pastinator]

((OOC: woah, i was just trying to make that guy nervous, but that really does help emphasize your character, and tbh the army guy was pretty 2d, from now on though, don't say what damage you've done to other people characters, and don't write other peoples actions.))

The lady dropped her pistol, her eyes red from tears she started to wimper, but not cry, her eyes dried out from crying days ago. This being her breaking point she started shouting abuse at him.
"What the fuck did i do! What the fuck did he do!? Surely you see we should be working together!?"
The woman seemed to be slightly hysterical, forgetting what had happened recently, the recent month a blur to her. As she was shouting the medical doctor came up to her and started to comfort her.
"It's ok Lydia, he was going to kill him, don't you see? He was going to kill you wasn't he?" The doctor said, looking hopefully towards the fat man.

[Cheshire Fox]

((OOC: Sorry, I'll try to be more merciful with humans next time!

"C'mon Doc, you know damn well as I do he was gonna shoot. Remember the last two guys? At least these ones got to say their names!" Darkman was still twitchy. What he had just done was sinking in. He desperately tried to keep his eyes away for the body at his feet as it slid off the blade. "Lydia, you weren't here, but these soldiers just walked out here and fired. No questions asked. they killed them without a second thought! This place was turning into a fucking prison anyways! I don't know about you," he said, adressing them both now, "but I figure these guys are our way out. Won't be long before more soldiers show. And I'm not waiting around.

Edited by Darkskul, 30 October 2006 - 11:08 PM.

[Paladin58]

"Well, that was interesting..." said Titus to himself as he saw the soldier slump to the ground, a hole in the top of his head pooling with blood.
"Perhaps we can start over, as soon as I get our escape route out of that hole, and we cover it up?" he suggested, as he saw the shamblers continually try to climb through the hole created by their off-the-top entrance. "I think they're hungry, or they wouldn't bother trying to get through. Are there dead people in the morgue? I suppose so, as this place smells like rotting meat. We should perhaps dispose of them, unless you have done so already."