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[Cheshire Fox]

With a small grunt Darkman swung himself down off the back of the truck, shotgun in hand. He jogged up towards the head of the line, head spinning from getting up too fast. He squinted against the coming daylight and examined his surroundings, letting out a long slow whistle.

Just what we needed.

"Well, good luck finding a vehicle, I don't think much would be left here. Any still functioning would probably have been taken by the soldiers, and by the look of this" - Darkman gestured towards the general carnage around them - "I'm gonna say there was no way out for these poor bastards."

He stepped gingerly over the chewed up and shot to pieces remains of a soldier, grimacing with distaste at the spectacle. There was time where he would probably have starting vomiting at the sight of that, he thought with a bit of amusement. Now he'd been responsible for it plenty of times.

"You think there's any chance there'd be any food around?" Darkman asked Doe. Noticing some movement, Darkman finished off half a shambler that was dragging itself across the field. After that, the only movement was the flickering of the fire.

[southsidediablo]

"I doubt it. Maybe if they built a bunker while I was gone. I don't remember them having a bomb though. Was I really gone tha....." John stopped. Near where the entrance to the command center once was, there was a body. John ran forward to inspect the body, as he recognized him as the commander of the base. Come on, come on you bastard... John flipped the body over, and sitting in the holster was an old western style .45 revolver. John took it out of the holster and looked at it. He laughed shortly to himself and put the revolver away. He looked towards the others and said, "The bastard thought he would get away with my pistol."

Edited by southsidediablo, 27 February 2008 - 09:13 PM.

[Paladin58]

Titus stretched in the seat of the truck, waiting for everybody to get out of the vehicle before disembarking. As he sat and woke up, he smelled the smoke from the burning tires, saw the destroyed buildings and the dead bodies... He didn't feel anything. No remorse, sadness, any of those feelings that a person would normally feel after such a sensory experience. Was he starting to lose his humanity? Was he, after destroying so many, starting to become like those he had destroyed? No, just numbing my morality for a bit...

He finally climbed out of the truck, shotgun in tow, praying that the motor pool and its stockpile of tools were still in one piece. He needed to start making a new set of tools, to keep up anything that might need his magic touch.

[some_weirdGuy]

Kelvin looked around, it was a horror to be here, but he had to try and block out the bodies. if he did not, it would probably slip into depression at what the world had become
"its not a nice place any more boo...", he said sighing.

"well, lets get too it, the sooner we get through here, the sooner we can get a move on... there might even be a few survivors", Kelvin looked at the group...

[Pastinator]

"Survivors is one thing, but whether they're in any state to do anything but moan is another. I'd quite like to get moving too, but we need to know where. Even if we've got to keep moving about, I'd still like to be going somewhere, even if it's nowhere."

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

As the others conversed, Carl and Dean moved over to the wreckage of the armoury, and began to dislodge some of the fallen masonry from the weapons crates.
"How's Helena?" asked Carl, wheezing slightly as he hefted a huge chunk of building.
Dean's face, if it was possible, seemed to fall further at the mention of his friend. "She's OK...still breathing, at least."
Carl grunted in return - he had never considered himself any good at this consoling business - and carried on shifting rubble. Soon, the two men had successfully dislodged enough to free one of the large green crates. They quickly did so, and dragged it out onto the blackened grass nearby. Dean borrowed Titus' crowbar and, after a moment's struggling, threw open the cache.
Carl leaned over, peering into the gloomy cavity. A slow grin spread across his rugged features, and he called out.
"Hey guys!" he paused, lacking a suitably catchy phrase, "Er...come get some guns!"

[Copaman]

((W_A.... I got the gun-vehicle idea copyrighted! And I plan on carrying it out! Oh BTW my character's name is Ryn. I'll assume it's ok to go ahead and metagame it because i was away when you posted to ask it. It should be ok with FZM.))

Ryn looked around at the scrapped, demolished, ruined base. And then he got an idea.

"Hey, John," he called, "Where would I be able to find something along the lines of an attack helicopter or something? I've got an idea..."

And then he looked to Titus for the mechanical know-how he would need to get this idea done. "Titus, I have a lean-mean-undead-fighting machine plan I'd like to carry out, but I'm going to need your help to git er done. Can you help me out?"

And he was going to need another helping hand to carry materials... "Hey, uh, Silva, can you give me a hand? I'm gonna need some help carrying stuff."

((For those who don't know - my plan is to convert the VW that's pseudo-hitched into a gun platform by keeping the roof and chopping out most of the sides and then reinforcing the supports that are left. We can then use the floor to store stuff, and whatever space is still in the pickup to store more stuff.))

[southsidediablo]

(Like Dead Reckoning? From that movie "Land of the Undead"? I like it.......=P)

"We didn't have any helicopters. Had Strykers, Humvees, and APC's though. Check the motor pool to see if there's anything you need. I'm gonna search through the ruins here for a map or something."

[Paladin58]

"So, Ryn, what's the plan? If we're doing anything about killing things that should be dead, this might help," said Titus, lugging something on a makeshift wagon behind him, covered in a tarp. He uncovered the payload, revealing various tools, Humvee parts, and, towards the back... "I'm pretty sure that's a .50 cal Browning M2. I found it in the back of the motor pool. I'd just need a minute to give her some mechanic's TLC, you know, clean some powder out, smooth the barrel, and she'll be good as new. Oh, and we need ammo. I'm pretty sure it's a hungry beast, so lots of ammo."

(OOC: I already had this planned, with the original plan of the 'Improvised APC' idea I had gotten from Dawn of the Dead. Thanks for bringing it back to the forefront of my mind. )

Edited by Nology5890, 29 February 2008 - 03:04 AM.

[some_weirdGuy]

"well... ah.. i guess i'll stand guard then..." Kevlin had kind of been lost in the hustle, "wait a minute! i know what i can do"
he sat down, grabbing his pocket computer out of his pack, he then got to work without any further explanation...

[war_angel]

Silva was already at the large crate of guns, he peered into it and his face lit up, he quickly grabbed a .50 cal desert eagle pistol dropping his 9mil on the floor. "oh yeah, this should do the trick," he also replaced his shotgun with the remington 870 magnum, marine style 12 gauge, and a new belt of catridges, he also grabbed some more ammo for his pistol.
He heard a call from behind him he turned around to see Ryn beckoning him over. He jogged towards him, "a gun jeep, sounds like my kinda ride," he looked at the browning .50 cal laying on the floor, "oh i call the browning!"

[Pastinator]

"So guys, where are we going after this?" asked Jamie. " 'Cuz if no-one else has ideas, I think the desert would be a place we need to go. Not many high population centres, wide open spaces, and if we can find an oasis or well on a map, all we need really. What does everyone think?"

As Jamie said this he leaned over and leant assistance in small menial tasks in the trailer building.

[some_weirdGuy]

Kelvin sat there, a frown on his face in concentration... "oh wait, can someone grab me some guns too" he called, as he set back to work
he was trying to hack into the bases security networks, with the infection going on there would be no monitors watching for a hacker, so he could, if he got through the automatic security, get whatever he wanted
"Yes!" he said triumphantly, he had got past the low level counter hacking measures...

[southsidediablo]

(OOC: You do know that like, the base was destroyed and in ruin? I doubt any computers would have survived.)

[some_weirdGuy]

((its my guys personal pocket computer, and im hacking a military network thing, which is basically like the internet

so even if every computer here was destroyed, you could still get at the military data, i was planning on saying i get a map, but that it doesn't have much detail, then as we explore the base i was going to have it that i find a computer still intact (screen and keyboard and stuff broken, but the actual box still working), then i plug in and get all the info we can about the place (eg, where stores of stuff are, any logs of what happened / possibly if any survivors fled, detailed maps and stuff) then we go onto whatever we are doing next))

[Copaman]

"Yeah, looks like an M2 to me. I'll run and grab some ammo for the puppy, along with some other stuff we're gonna need to carry out my master plan."

He dumped everything out of the hiker's backpack he had grabbed a while ago and made off towards the gun-and-ammo area. "Silva, come gimme a hand," he said.

Inside he found loads of .50 cal belt-fed ammo boxes. And in the corner, a crate filled with more. Ryn scooped up the loose belt boxes and put them into the backpack. "Hey, uh, Silva, don't mean to be a bother, but could you be one hell of a pal and start dragging that crate back towards the van for me? I gotta find a plasma cutter. And some sort of welder."

Ryn walked off to the auto-shop to find the torches he needed.

[war_angel]

Silva did as he was asked, he was used to heavy jobs and wanted to help. He grabbed the lip on the edge of the crate and pulled hard, it began to shift forward, pushing the heavy layer of soot and rubble out of the way, he began to drag it towards the van. after a few minutes of struggle he was pulling it pretty swiftly and in no time the huge crate was at the van. "This should be enough, but after that i expect a go!"

He went back over to Ryn to see if he could help with anything else, this could end up being quite fun he said to himslef, as he glanced back at the browning laying on the floor!

[some_weirdGuy]

Kelvin was working, and with some success,
"hey guys, i have a satellite map!" he called out to everyone, the quality wasn't great, but at least they could see the layout of the area
"but i cant do much more unless i find a military computer, and by the looks of it there wont be many left in tact...
if i can find one though i could get us a detailed map of this base, maybe a message from any survivors, and other useful information, like maybe secret bunkers or whatever, what do you say? should we look for one, i know your all working on the 'Battle Bus', but if you take some time out and help me with this we could probably find out where allot more stuff is..."

kelvin looked at the group, waiting for their answer...

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman, absolutely useless with most things mechanical had been staring at the others as they worked. He glanced up at Kelvin as he heard him talking.

Well, it's something to do and somehow I don't think he'll be able to defend himself on his own.

"Yeah sure, I'm in. Grab a good gun first. Anyone else coming?" Darkman checked to make sure his numerous weapons were fully loaded. Glancing into the weapons crate, he tossed off his Nova and took a Mossberg 590 in it's stead. He grinned slightly at the menacing noise it made when he pumped it.

[Copaman]

Ryn came back dragging a welder's setup (tank and everything) to the van with a plasma cutter on his back and a welding helmet on.

"Let's get to it!"

He got Silva to help him lift the Browning onto the van, and started hooking up the welder. Get the .50 cal on first, cut everything out later, those were his priorities