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[Spectre]

John drove by and saw a whole swarm of undeads swarm a house,"someones probably introuble,i guess i could help them"

He mowed down a lot of infected that were in his range of sight or in front of his car;he stopped it,and started to pick a couple off.
"If theres anyone over there can you get off your asses and help!!!"John barked while he pick a couple more off.

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 10 January 2008 - 06:50 PM.
GJ, besides not using the z-word, please try to keep you grammar and capitals spiffy. Sorry, we're picky about that sorta thing. =P

[some_weirdGuy]

((so by hallway do you mean the car is going to smash out through the lobby of security corps, or is it a hallway in the car park?))

"Hey, did anyone here that?" Kelvin interrupted
He jumped up and ran up the stairs from the lobby into the camera room
"Holy Crap!" he called out, some people had followed him, everyone's face went bleak as they looked at the screens.

They were completely surrounded, shamblers were all around the building, Kelvin looked at another screen, he gasped.
"There's a guy in a car outside, the shamblers are all over him! what are we going to do?" Just then Kelvin heard the sound of a car's engine, it sounded echoie, more echoie then normal for a car in a car park...
"Everyone Get Down There!" He waited as those that had followed him ran down the stairs, he looked at the screen one last time, it was a view of a hallway, a VW was squeezing through the narrow gap,
"What are they doing!?... and is that the best they could get?" no time to complain, Kelvin ran down to join the others...

[southsidediablo]

OOC: We don't use the word "zombie" use infected, undead, creature, something else.

John was on the second level now, looking for the user of the shotgun. Where are you..... He suddenly stopped, looking around. He noted that the next level was the roof, so they must be close. He looked over at a Hummer H1 and walked over to inspect it.

[some_weirdGuy]

((i was just wondering, how many people do we have with us now? cause if we have as many as i think we do, then 1 VW is'nt going to be enough for everyone

unless we do one of those clown acts where everyone somehow manages to squeeze in...))

[southsidediablo]

OOC: I planned on getting multiple vehicles, aleast a truck or two. But the van would be awesome, and maybe a fast car or two. Convoy! *insert song here*

[some_weirdGuy]

((lol))

[Spectre]

((OOC:we could use my jeep as a recon vehicle.))

John looked around and saw no one,he must have been wrong,"who ever is in that house i guess is dead!HELP!!!!!!!"he was getting swarmed,he already felt the screaming pain of the creatures teeth sink into him like a hot knife through butter,it was a screeching pain,he shot the creature and jumped uptop of his armored jeep and began peeling away with a sharp knife,he knew that if he let it spread he would become a undead as well so he sliced a whole big chip off his leg that was the bitten part then pulled out a med kit and began to wrap it tightly around the meat and oozing blood.he threw the piece of the fresh infected flesh and meat at the undead.

moments later he jumped,landing in a squad of undead,he pushed them aside and ran while not breaking his leg,he found a AK-47 on the ground and started to shoot the creatures after that he started to run and broke his leg.the only thing he could do now was wait for the creatures to come to him and kill him,"will,thats it then,i'll probably have fun in heaven"he slowly laid his head down on a near by fence and waited for the infected to eat at him until his death,he droped his AK-47 and closed his eyes,saying his last prayer to god,then,just silence....

((this is where i would want you guys to come and save me ))

Edited by Darkskul, 10 January 2008 - 02:57 AM.
Careful about that zedword, also try and remember to put spaces after commas that's a little habit you have. ;)

[Cheshire Fox]

((Gonna GM a bit. Also...everyone might not make it into the car. We can grab another one if necessary.))

Darkman watched Ryn tear through the narrow hallway, the sides of the car scraping against the walls and sending showers of sparks and tearing off the paint. He drove the SUV towards the wall, gaining speed, then powerslid suddenly, slamming the right side of the car hard into the wall. He scrambled through the shattered window and landed facedown in the hallway. He heard the fence go smashing to the ground, and dragged himself to his feet. Glancing down, he noticed his shirt was turning red. Must've cut himself on the glass. He hurried into the main body of the carpark, where the survivors were gathering around the van.

"Where are the others? Have they come back? I don't know how long that car will hold them. Someone's gonna have to run up and open the main door, and then get back down here fast. The rest of us will have to get in the van, then floor it through the horde. It's our only chance of getting out of here."

OOC: Opening the door? That sounds like a job for...and expendable NPC!

[Spectre]

well,your forgeting me....
that sux...

EDIT: No, we're not forgetting you, there's just no physically possible way for us to reach your right now. We're all stuck inside a building, don't worry we'll get to you as soon as we can mobilize ourselves and get out of here.

Edited by Darkskul, 10 January 2008 - 03:26 AM.

[war_angel]

((OOC: lol at the new guy! hes gunna get eated!))

"Fuck yeah!" Silva said triumphately, "did you hear that? People! living people! i knew i fucking heard someone down here!"
Silva turned to the others and nodded, they both nodded back, with a smile on their faces.
"Hey guys we're here!" he shouted
he fired another shot from his 12 gauge into the celieng, just to be sure they knew where he was.
he rounded a corner, walking very quickly now, and he saw 2 people stod the other side of the carpark, he put his shotgun over his shoulder and strolled casually towards them,
"Alright? i'm Silva, and this is Black tooth and Sgt Dixon."
he put out his hand to shake the other mans
"its nice to see some more people living!"

((OOC: finaly im with you guys!))

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

"Hi. I'm Carl, this is...John, was it? Anyway, we oughta get downstairs to the others - there's an awful lotta noise going on."

Downstairs, the group had assembled around the van, and were nervously awaiting the others to return.
"So..." started Darkman, "who's gonna open the doors then?"
A worried silence descended upon the group.
A voice rang out in the silence.
"I'll do it." Everyone turned towards the youth who spoke.
"Dean, no!" cried the newly arrived woman.
"Don't worry baby, I'll make it." He looked up at the others. "I always make it."


((OOC:@ Cheshire Fox, consider me obliging))

Edited by Cheshire Fox, 11 January 2008 - 12:13 AM.
Who ees dees "Darkskul" you speak of?

[southsidediablo]

(OOC: Just noticed, we have like, three Johns now. Time for nicknames?)

"Alright, everyone get to the van or whatever you'll be taking. I'm gonna go grab a truck, anyone want to ride with a psychopath?" John ran over to the black F-150 he was looking at before and opened the door. Nice, leave the truck unlocked and leave the keys in it....

[segwayrulz]

"well I kept it with me as transportation and have been charging it at every outdoor powerpoint never know when it will come in handy" Replied lenny to kelvin. "whats that noise?" Kelvin intterupted...

[Spectre]

((OOC:call me Lancer then.))

Lancer saw the undead were getting closer,so he dragged him self away and tryed to get to a safe place,but he soon noticed that he was on a dead-end,so he just sat at the end of the dead-end and yelled one last yell "HELP!!!!!!!!!!!"

after a few moments he got anoyed and started up a COM link "This is 2047L anyone in the length of this COM please asist,i copy,This is 2047L anyone in the length of this COM please asist,over

the silence raged on and he did nothing,just sat down as his pursuers edged on to him ,he was waiting for some random man to pop out and help him but it never came,

later,he was tired of the pain,so he reach into his pocket and pulled out his pistol,edged it up to his head and waited awhile,if the undead got to close,he would shoot himself so the pain wouldn't go on.

(OOC:this is a where i really need your assist,please come.)

((Ve is trying vut first ve is having to get everyone's in cars from faravay places and drive to your location. Hold on a minute...we'll be there soon.))

((OOC:ok))

Edited by General Jenkins, 11 January 2008 - 01:15 PM.

[some_weirdGuy]

((, lol, segway came in a bit late with the reply, anyway, jenkins, we will be busting out of the building soon, so you can get rescued then))

[Paladin58]

Titus, taking time to fix up his hand, let out a sharp yowl of pain, as he popped still-broken bones in his hand back into place, so they would heal half-assed correctly. Following the directions in a little handbook titled "DIY Bone-Setting and Wound-Wrapping for Dummies", he made a proper splint out of the materials he could find in the security office and set his hand up so he could use it again.

"Okay, so where are we heading next? I'm starting to get paranoid, sitting in one place for too long, and then we get attacked by those fuckers out there. Anyway, I want some payback for what they did to Gary," Titus growled, remembering Mr. Angelos in the clutches of that super-infected... or whatever it was.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

((OOC:I'm gonna go ahead and say that everyone is now in one or other of the trucks, for simplicity's sake. Enjoy this.))

"OK, you guys all ready?" called out Dean. "Let's do this thing!"
He checked his shotgun, then looked up again. "One of you guys in the truck's gonna have to swing me on when you go past, OK?" No-one answered, so he assumed it was. That was a mistake.
He jogged over to the reception desk, and put his hand on the button, ready to open the main doors, for better or worse.
"Allright!" he yelled behind him, "Ready? I'm opening in 3..."
He turned round towards the doors, the panting hordes of infected throwing themselves vainly against it.
"2..."
He leveled the shotgun at the doors, ready for whichever of the rotting bastards came through first.
"1..."
He heard the engines of the trucks roar into life behind him, and cocked the gun.
"NOW!"
His hand slammed down on the button, the doors swung open, and the shotgun roared. Dean turned, and sprinted for his life.

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 11 January 2008 - 05:45 PM.

[Spectre]

He heard a engine roar to life and he heard it get further away ,so , without hesitation he shot ,though he shot himslef in a less deadly position but the place he shot only knocked him out, and that was it, total silence...

((Be patient man, if you're going to put yourself in a place where you can't do anything and we're unable to assist you, don't just quit when you can't immediately get in the game!))

((but it adds more suspense!!!anyways,he's not dead,just unconscious,not dead.((lol))

Edited by General Jenkins, 12 January 2008 - 08:44 PM.

[Paladin58]

(OOC: I call a shoulder wound on that one. No death for you yet, my friend. Too new to the game!)
Titus cocked the Remington, feeling a twinge in his right hand from the pressure. Well, I guess I'll need to put up with that... He leveled his boomstick at the nearest undead coming his way: a child, with half an arm missing, and an eye hanging out of the socket, with that pale stare in his functioning eye. In the split second before he pulled the trigger, Titus felt nothing towards the shambling spectacle of necromancy, knowing that it was dead inside, as well as out.
As he turned and began to run, another stumbled into his path, dead-set on stopping him. What it didn't see coming was a swing with the grip from the Remington, uppercutting it in the air and rising half a foot; you could hear vertebrae popping if you stood close enough. He kept moving, brawling and moving, dropping another, juking around several; right until he heard another shot, too far to be any of his comrades.
"Dean! You keep moving! Don't get bitten!I'm checking out that gunshot!"
(OOC again: Yes, I'm on the ground. Yes, I'm following an expendable. Why? I'm a-comin' Jenkins! We're rolling Sparta up in this biatch!)

[Cheshire Fox]

((What the fuck. I just spent about 7 minutes typing a post only for the text box to spontaneously clear. Fucking hell. Also, sorry for the GM Copa.))

"Titus! Get in the car!" Darkman watched in horror as the horde closed in on his friends. Titus was the only one left from the hospital, the only one remaining of the crew that had rescued him from that hellish place. He was not about to let that favor go unreturned.

"Ryn! Turn around, we got to get back to them!"

Ryn glanced in the rearview mirror. "I can't, there's not enough room!"

Darkman checked that all his guns were fully loaded. "Slow down a bit, I'm getting out. Circle around and pick us up." Darkman gripped the Five seveN tight in his hands. As the car slowed, he stepped quickly down out of the car. The pavement grabbed the soles of his shoes and tripped him up. An infected rose up to crack his skull with it's teeth. He fired the pistol, punching a hole through it's stomach. The creature barely flinched. As the pickup truck sped by, a blast of automatic fire roared over his head and caught the infected right above the mouth. Darkman regained his footing and quickly blasted the infected nearest to him, before unslinging the M1 and picking off as many of the remaining sprinters as he could in the crowd surrounding Titus. He sprung the clip as he approached another shambler from behind, and smashed in to the ground with the butt of his rifle, finishing it with another two vicious blows to the head. He pulled out the shotgun and, spraying buckshot, entered the fray. As the group battled for survival, Darkman realized that someone was shooting besides them.

"There's another survivor!" Darkman heard strained and managed to hera another pistol shot. "This way!" Darkman lunged forwards and began battling through the crowd towards a house where he though the shots were coming from. Knowing he could kill them all, he simply bashed many to the ground, trying to break free from the circle of rotting flesh surrounding him.