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[Paladin58]

(OOC: I'd rather play it safe. In most RP's, you never get to control whether an NPC lives or dies. It's usually the GM's duty, and pleasure, to control NPC's. So, I guess you get to control their fates (besides the third one. )

[Pastinator]

((OOC: Yeah darksul, but you killed two, so he really should wait as this is the third))
The soldiers remaining three soldiers stood shocked, they all knew that if one of them shot at Titus the resulting firefight would leave them victorious, but they all knew whoever shot first would be killed by the other man, and the two people bursting in looked as if they didnt particularly care. Slowly the put that hands on their head and knelt towards the ground

((OOC: if they're helpless you don't have to wait for me to do anything, like in this situation, if you wanna tie them up just do it.))

Edited by Pastinator, 03 November 2006 - 05:25 PM.

[Bernie]

Bern shot another creature amongst the large crowd. In the time it had taken Titus and that other guy to get through the first room, the shamblers that Bern had seen outside in the car had caught up.

"Bastards, you might be dead, but I'm not going down with you!"

Bern backed off slowly as the creatures came closer, some of them making an attempt to climb the car.

"Agh. This ain't going so well."

Bern pulled the trigger...Click...he had finally run out of ammo. He threw the Benelli at the crowd of shamblers in sheer frustration, before climbing up to higher ground. He looked towards the other two people with him in the room.

"You two mind giving me some help, eh?"

[Pastinator]

Bernie was climbing up the ladder and the soldiers were starting to kneel down to the ground. Suddenly two more soldier burst in, each pointing a gun, one at Jonny, the other at Titus. They didn't seem to have noticed Bernie...

[Paladin58]

"Shit!" was the last word out of Titus' mouth before he rolled back through the doorway to dodge incoming rounds from the two new antagonists in this little game of Death Tag. Will they 'cease and desist' if I threaten with a grenade? he thought, as the corner he was kneeling behind was slowly being eaten away by incoming fire. He decided to try the explosive threat, hoping the soldiers would take it seriously.
*Plink*
"Hold your fire! I have a live frag grenade, and if you don't back the fuck off, then I'm throwing it in there! You have five seconds to comply!"
5... 4... 3...
"Bernie, get behind the wall!"
(OOC: Those soldiers have five more seconds to listen to reason. Two seconds before the 'nade goes, and three to kick it away before the fuse expires. )

[Pastinator]

"Shit!" shouted the soldier, looking around them they realised they had nothing to do. One of them jumped towards the horde, off the high ground trying to brave the clawing hands.
The other joined him.
Neither made it far.

[Paladin58]

"Well, can't let a good 'something that goes BOOM!' go to waste. Hey, meatbags! You like volatile rocks?" said Titus, to lighten the mood, before he threw the armed explosive into the sea of rotting flesh.

A creature, whose first name used to be Bob, happened to pick up the strange looking rock. Could he be studying it? 3... 2... 1... Well, that possibly intelligent undead is probably not quite so intelligent anymore.

[Pastinator]

The grenade exploded, creating a sea of gore and dead flesh, splattering over the room, the shockwave creating a sound loud enough for any creatures in the nearest three blocks to hear, and coating the car in blood.
Through the open swinging door Titus could see one more door with chairs and hospital beds pushing against it, holding it shut, from what seemed to be many of the infected clawing at it.

[Bernie]

Bern had dived behind the wall to avoid the explosion. He hid his head between his knees in an attempt to avoid flying body parts aswell.

"Sweet mother of god..."

Bern looked down to the shambles at the bottom of the ladder. He sighed and turned towards Titus.

"Guess I'm going with you now..."

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman looked back at Bernie.

"Better get yourself a gun." He turned his attention and the Jericho towards the door. "You gotta be kidding me. Here goes again."

Edited by Darkskul, 08 November 2006 - 02:57 AM.

[Pastinator]

Three doors had been opened so far by the humans so far. Three doors less protection from what manner of foul creatures lay behind. Titus walked forward inspecting each room, none had anything of interest in them, a lobby, a hall with a broken lift and a room with three beds in it, all three of them pushed against the door. Putting his ear to the door Titus could hear groaning...

((OOC: Nology let me Use his character as he has a head cold, i'm gonna use him as a narrator if you guys don't mind!))

[Bernie]

"Oh god, this is just great..."

Bern growled in anger, before falling onto his knees. He sighed and scratched his chin.

"I've not got my gun, or my knife, and we're in a damned hospital. There's probably hundreds of those...those...'Things' lurking about here. I am so going to die!"

Bern lifted up his riot shield, ready to be attacked by anything that may come...

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: Where's spencer?

[Pastinator]

((OOC: I dunno, i might pm him soon if he doesn't post today))

[Cheshire Fox]

The cold weight of the Jericho felt good in his hands. He hadn't fired a pistol since he was kid when they stole his friend's dad's PPK and shot random things in the backwoods. He had been a pretty good shot, but he knew he would probably flip under too much pressure.

I've already shot two people under pressure, I can handle this. Said one part of his mind. Yeah, but those two weren't gonna try and fucking EAT YOU ALIVE!

"Hear anything Titus?" Johnny asked, wielding the Jericho warily. He kept it trained on the door, half expecting a hand to smash through it and sieze Titus by the throat. Darkman's eyes flicked over to a closed door to his left.

Some sort of closet? Darkman licked his lips and and took the gun in his right hand. After a seconds deep breath he spat two rounds at the door. Something slumped against it. Darkman face turned grim. He walked calmly to the door, placed the barell against it and fired the rest of his clip. Blood flowed out of the holes.

"Hope to hell you weren't alive in there. Hey what's-your-name, Bern, get over hear would ya? You hear me? uh oh Titus, I think ya mighta naded your friend over there."

Edited by Darkskul, 11 November 2006 - 09:45 PM.

[Pastinator]

Seeing Jonny dispacth one of those thing's with cold blooded effeincy Titus turned away. then he started to speak.
"The way i see it is our freind might die if we don't get the medicine back for him, and the medicines hrough there. But through there we can hear those creatures. Now, who do we out first our lives, or his?"

((OOC: This games in real time. if you don't make it back for the main story, those guy's might just get eaten :O ))

[Cheshire Fox]

"This is gonna sound cruel, and very, very, sick. My opinion is we live. I don't even know your friends back there. And I may never know them. If you completely honestly think we can get through there, I'm game. But if not, it's not worth a try. We're not helping anyone getting our flesh ripped from our bones. If Bern's still alive, we take him and everyone else here, and we find a way out. Think hard Titus. There's more to this than going down as a hero. I may sound selfish, and hell I am. How else do you think I could kill someone like that? It's because I have a desire to live. That's what makes me able to fire through the door. To stab a guy through the head. I'm not one for suicide, especially not by offering myself up as a meal. Think hard Titus. I'm only gonna promise you one thing if you go in there: if they get you, I'll shoot you before they're done. I hope you'd do the same for me. Think hard, man."

[Paladin58]

As Titus finally decided to get off his ass and move, he decided that the first course of action would be to reload his shotgun.
"Okay, Johnny,*click* we need to rush to the storage room. Once we get there, *click* we need to get all the junk on this little grocery list. Bernie is going to cover us, and I am going to bash through each door from here to the end of the hallway *click*. As I'm running, you are going to blast anything in the head from here to the end of the hallway *click*. I can run fast, so try to keep up. Ready... GO!" yelled Titus, as if in a stimulant-induced state, right before he bashed through the first door. He leveled his shotgun to center of mass, right into the chest of a creature.
"It's time to die again, you ugly sons of bitches!" were the words out of Titus' mouth, before a small flash ignited from the muzzle of the shotgun. As he turned around, another muzzle flash, in another creature's abdomen. As soon as he registered that his targets were hit, he started to the next room.
"Oh, and Johnny, if they get to ya, you won't be walking around like them. I will eradicate your face before you turn. I'm counting on that you don't, though. So, let's do this!"

(OOC: I give this thread another ten posts, at the maximum. I want to save Niall already, dammit! Ten more posts until we hit the storage room, at least. Oh, and, sorry about the mediocre post. I just am getting really bored.)

Edited by Nology5890, 13 November 2006 - 06:31 AM.

[Bernie]

Bern gripped his invisible gun, trying to get Titus to remember that Bern had no gun anymore.

"So I just...like aim at they're head and shout 'Bang Bang'?"

Instead, Bern lifted up his riot shield, ready to use it.

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman felt numb. Physically and mentally. He had heard that the German gunners on Omaha beach felt that way. He wasn't actually firing the gun, it was just moving in his hand, and the people around him were dieing on their own. It never occured to him he might die. It never occured to him he was destroying the things around him. The Jericho just spit shells silently. Titus opened his mouth and moved the shotgun. His clothes and skin tore. But it wasn't actually happening. It couldn't be. The Jericho stopped kicking. Slowly, it occured to him the pistol was out of ammunition.

Put the Jericho away. Too close quarters for them M1. Better get the Trench Spike. Slowly Johnny's perception of reality changed. HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING! He smashed the spike through a zombies head. Another inquisitevly snapped its jaws at him. He answered it's curiosity with some brass knuckles.

"Titus! Why am I running down an infested hallway full of zombies without a gun? I told you to think HARD about this!" He frenzidley swung the trench spike at the creatures closest to him. "How many doors left Titus?"

Edited by Darkskul, 13 November 2006 - 08:18 PM.