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[Fire Ze Missiles!]

Gary stumbled round the corner and onto the green. Gasping, he fell to his knees. His dented rifle clattered to the ground. Dead. They were all dead. He couldn't believe it - the breath caught in his lungs.
How could they all be dead? Harvey and Gina...they'd always been so strong... Gary choked, a tear ran down his face. Thomas, Niall, Lucas, Jaden, Kyle... their faces ran through his mind, screaming, terrified, dying. Regina... he'd seen her go down, triggers pumping... even the mysterious Yuri. All dead.
Noise. Noises, behind him. Gary lunged round, his rifle immediately back in his hand, and almost shot Johnny in the chest.
"Gary! Whoa, calm down!"
He coughed, and looked up. People! Alive! John and Johhny, Titus, Ryn and... another. Alive! A brief smile of joy lit up his features. Clambering to his feet, he looked at them all in turn. He wiped his hand across his face, clearing away the blood, tears and dirt that covered it.
"Allright. So...where the fuck do we go now?"

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: If I remember correctly, Yuri's guns are stored somewhere near here... And are we just gonna say that the warehouse is clear and that's our starting point?

Johnny Darkman was pissed. Really, that wasn't even the adequate term. It was a deep, burning anger. Not the kind that turns your sight red, the kind that won't let you sleep and makes you never want to stop moving. He couldn't stop looking at the ship...couldn't believe they had all died...

He helped Gary back to his feet.

"The warehouses. We should search the warehouses. There might be vehicles." Darkman hopped onto some crates and glanced out a window. "Huh...look, those infected...they're FBI - or ex - FBI. Looks like they got bullet proof vests." He poked the Garand out and brought his ammo down to 27 shots. The bullet tore through the top of the FBI's head.

"Anyone got any other pla - wait, who's this?" Darkman gestured to a man coming down the stairs.

[southsidediablo]

John was looking down at the floor, tired of everything. He had lost his men, failed his mission....Everything around him was falling apart. He looked up and looked around at the people who had helped him get off that damned ship.

"Yeah, who is that?"

[Paladin58]

Well, my truck... Is overrun by zombies. We can either clear it, or get a new ride, or even *shudders* hoof it to wherever we go.

"Darkman, what do you have? I'm running low on ammunition, and I might need to switch to a new piece soon. And, sup? Where's everyone else?"

(OOC: Note, I'm not going to have what happened on the boat include my guy. Way too confusing, so I'm going to play off that I didn't make the boat, as it was leaving, and I tried to keep the zombies off the ship. I can retcon, however, so whatever works with youse guys.)

Edited by Nology5890, 23 October 2007 - 08:37 PM.

[Cheshire Fox]

"I got 27 shots with the Garand. Jericho's empty. The others..." Darkman motioned towards the sinking ship.

[Paladin58]

"Well... Damn. I guess we're not going to go sailing on the ocean blue, huh?" says Titus, in a somber tone. "Should we like, have a twenty-one gun salute or something? Or should we avoid that because of the things possibly following the noise? Whatever we do, I think we should also go retrieve my truck. I mean, we should have enough guns, and there were only a few brainless wonders, last I checked. And, I don't know about you guys, but I'm not too keen on walking anywhere right now."

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 23 October 2007 - 09:38 PM.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

Gary chimed in. "Yeah, I'm with that. As are all none of my bullets."
"...what?"
"I have no bullets."
"Oh."

[Cheshire Fox]

"One for warehouses, two for getting Titus' truck. What do you guys think?" Darkman turned to the others.

"The FBI don't raid warehouses for nothing. We might just find a bunch of cocaine, but you never know what's in there..."

[southsidediablo]

"Why don't we get the truck first? That way we can load up with whatever is in the warehouse."

[Cheshire Fox]

"Psssssh...logic. Who needs it. I'm good with that then."

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

OOC: If anyone's wandering, I'm posting this from my grandparent's PC which I didn't know they had. ^^

"Let's go then. By the way, hi, whoever you are - I'm Gary."
The group jogged off towards where Titus had left the truck. Soon, they could see that there were several of the creatures wandering around nearby. As they crouched behind a low wall, Gary observed that a short way beyond the truck was the huge horde from the docks. This was gonna have to be perfect.
"OK, Johnny and this guy and me'll take out the bad guys. Titus, you and John go for the wheel - we'll jump on the back. Ready... wait... GO!"

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 24 October 2007 - 07:30 PM.

[southsidediablo]

"Hehe, I call shotgun!" John ran towards the the truck at full speed, slashing a creature in the neck as he went. Once he reached the truck he flew open the door and jumped in.

[Paladin58]

"Well, if he's going, then I better be there to start 'er up. Just start shooting at the things, okay? We'll be able to get to the truck regardless."

Sprinting towards the truck, Titus long jumps onto the hood, landing on it in such a way as to slide across it, Starsky-and-Hutch-style. "I've always wanted to do that," he says to John, while bashing a creature with the truck's door. He hops inside, and closes the door, waiting for some of the walking corpses ahead of him to get cleared so he could put the pedal to the metal.

"Oh, crap. John, remind me that we need to get gas after we get out of this," he mentions, after tapping the fuel indicator, which was at 1/4 of a tank.

Edited by Nology5890, 24 October 2007 - 08:19 PM.

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman, his legs dangling out of the window replied angrily "And while I'm at it, may I remind you not to close the goddamn door before I'm all the way in!" He jerked him self into the car and put the spike through the head of an inquisitive infected.

"Get in the back, let's bounce!" He shouted, the leaning out the window and firing twice, bringing down another creature with bullets to the throat and nose. "Suck it!"

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

Gary leapt through the air, clubbing creatures as they jerkily lurched at him. He found himself sinking into the now-familiar state of trance as he slew the monsters around him. As he worked over an unfortunate creature, he observed that killing stuff was disturbingly therapeutic.
He saw that the others had climbed aboard and Titus was gunning the engine pointedly. Finishing with the closest undead, Gary sprang round it and leapt onto the back of the truck.
"Hey Darkman!" he yelled, "I just roundhouse-kicked one of 'em! In the face!"
Being a war veteran was awesome.

But his worrying euphoria was suddenly cut short. A huge groan came from the ship as a giant rend began to appear down the centre of the hull. Something cried a roar of furious anger, which reverberated around the dockyard. Almost as one, the shambling mass of creatures on the shore turned to face the truck and began moving towards it.
"Shit! Let's get moving, now!"

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 24 October 2007 - 09:22 PM.

[southsidediablo]

"Ah shit! Let's get going!" John started to fire the remaining clip for his M9. "I'm runnin low! We should loot a few stores and get supplies if we're going out on the town."

[gorshnac]

jeff baker stood in the back of the truck barely aware of what was going on around him

there are more survivors than me?

he saw the mass of zombies comeing twoard the truck. and then something inside him snapped. he HAD to keep these me men alive.

he fired his rifle and took out 2 infected with one shot then in a barbaric rage he slashed out whit his cleaver clearing the right tire from the infected that where gathering around it. the truck shot like a bullet and infected were flying over the windsheild

Edited by gorshnac, 25 October 2007 - 01:14 AM.

[gorshnac]

The truck barreled down the road, running over a few of the undead.

How did they survive?!

"Umm... Hello, i'm Jeff. Did I hear that you guys needed gas?"

Jeff checked his ammo, only 4 shots left. He calmed as the truck drove away from the masses of undead and began thinking about how he was going to keep his new allies alive.

((Edited majorly for spelling and grammar etc.))

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 26 October 2007 - 02:11 PM.

[Copaman]

((Going to go ahead and ignore the uber godmodding you just threw down... those posts are a whole lot worse than you described to me this morning...))

The ammo count continued -

"I've only got a clip and a few left... we DO need to find some ammo."
Ryn looked at his golf club - "This thing is done. Shaft bent, head chipped, grip torn off... anyone have a way to shapen this shaft? It could be recycled into a one-use spear, I think."

[southsidediablo]

"Here, give it to me. I still got my trusty knife. Just gotta wipe the blood off it." John then ran the knife across his jeans, restoring the shine of the blade. "I love it! Sharp, powerful, and so beautiful!"