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[gorshnac]

ooc: i didnt reilise it was that bad godmodding sry

" i crashed my car a mile or so from here it still had a half a tank of gas if your interested'

said jeff

" ohh and i only have 4 shots left"

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: Please don't take this personally, but could you try to use more caps when posting gorshnac? Just helps to make this look cleaner.

"Alright, Titus! Head for that warehouse...the one with all the feds! Think this thing can make it through the doors?" After firing another two rounds and ejecting the clip, Darkman shouted to the others in the back "Keep your heads low, we're going in guns blazing! We'll try to clear that place quick as we can!"

He pulled his head back in and braced for impact.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

"Ah jeez..."
Gary hunkered down and grabbed the side of the truck.
"Hey kid!" he yelled to this 'Jeff' character ('Where do all these people keep coming from?'') "Brace yourself!"

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 26 October 2007 - 02:15 PM.

[gorshnac]

Jeff crouched down and got a sturdy hold on the side of the truck. He looked foward. The FBI infected seemed to have noticed the healthy and began to run full speed at the truck.

"We could get moving anytime now!!!"

Jeff reloaded his rifle and took aim hoping he wouldn't have to use another shot. If only the driver could take care of the feds for him.

[Paladin58]

Slamming the pedal down, Titus gripped the steering wheel white-knuckled, knowing that around 2 G's were going to slam him into the seat if he didn't. With the roar of a 437 hp V-8 engine under the hood, the truck jetted forward, literally crushing the FBI-undead under it like cardboard in a baler, at about five times the normal speed that a baler moves.
"And, we're on our way! Everyone hold on to your hats, it's gonna be a tight squeeze!" said Titus, as the truck fishtailed, hurtling towards the doorway. C'mon, just a little more gas, and it should even out... he thought around fifty feet from the door, barely open.
(OOC: Sorry. I haven't had a chance to hop on, or this post would have been a lot sooner.)

[gorshnac]

occ: Gah the cliffhanger did we make it?!?

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: The answer:

The truck flew towards the door, hit a large pipe and got some air, began turning sideways in midair...and a split second before hitting the door, there was a small *Ding!* as the gas tank emptied.

"Aw, motherfu-" The truck crashed through the door, shredding the tires and flinging the occupants around. Darkman smacked his head hard on something. The Garand discharged through the roof. The reuck slid a stop in the center of the warehouse.

Cursing as he wiped blood from his forehead, Darkman called out: "How we doing boys?"Fucking a, feels like a champagne hangover...

OOC: Yes, hitting a pipe would get your air. Actually saw a highspeed chase down my street in which a pickup hit a curb and went soaring...

[southsidediablo]

As the truck flew, John yelled "Yeeehaw!" in his best Southern impersonation while putting his knife into the seat so it wouldn't kill someone. Once the truck hit the ground he flew through the windshield sending glass everywhere.

John started to get up and walk back to the truck to get his knife when an infected jumped at him, wrestling him to the ground.

[gorshnac]

Jeff flew out from the back of the truck. He rolled a few times. He slowly got to his feet when he saw the infected wresteling John. He scrambled for his rifle.

Where is this stupid thing

Out of frustration jeff gave up looking for his rifle. He took his cleaver out of its makeshift sheath and ran toward the infected.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

Gary woke up in a daze - he'd cracked his head off a wall.
"The hell.." he muttered groggily. Pushing himself to his feet, he looked up. "Aaaah, Jesus!" he cried, as a creature clumsily lurched at him. Grabbing for the nearest object, Gary swung it with a sickening crunch into the unfortunate's head. On closer inspection, the object in hand turned out to be a fire axe.
"Huh... well that was -" he grunted as he staved in another pair of sightless eyes; "-convenient! Now where's that goddamn gas?!"
Gary found himself in the clear, and as he swung around searching for gas he suddenly collapsed to the floor.
"Aah!" he gritted his teeth as he stumbled back on to his knees. He could only see red. He could only hear ringing. Clearly, said the rational part of his brain, that was more than just a wang to the head.

[Paladin58]

As the truck lands, Titus flings his head forward, smashing it on the steering wheel.
"Aww, son of a...!" he says, grabbing his nose, which happened to be the impact point. As he opens the door, he notices that the truck is surrounded by a small crowd of people-gone-awry, just staring at their target: The people in and around the truck. "Okay, time to get back into the truck. Guys?" he asks, while walking backwards to the ajar door. Then he notices the undead in front of the truck. "John! Don't let it bite you!" He cocks his shotgun, now slung around, with the business end towards the zombie. Just a little closer, and you'll be in so many pieces that you couldn't come back.

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman opened his eyes to find himself lying on his back on the right door, his legs up against the back of the seat. He stood up, disoriented to find himself standing sideways in the car. The brass knuckles let him through the windshield.

Struggling to keep his head clear through the splitting pain, Darkman called out "Uh, close the" - an infected went down under the knife - "Get the, uh, the door shut! Get the door shut and, uh, clear the warehouse!"

The brass knuckles cracked the skull of another infected. Darkman glanced around and thanked god the warehouse wasn't too densely populated.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

He couldn't feel anything; his body seemed to have seperated from his consciousness. Everything was a deep, bloody red. He couldn't remember who he was, what had happened. Had he ever even had a body? All he could imagine was red.
Door.
The single word cut through his consciousness. 'Door?' he thought, 'what door?'
Door! Shut!
'Shut the door? I...' As the wave of realisation hit him, his sight suddenly cleared. Gary Angelos jumped to his feet. His vision, his mission, was crystal clear.
Brandishing the axe, he ran towards the swinging double doors of the workshop. He had a single purpose in his mind, and that purpose only. Those doors would not stay open.
Time seemed to slow for Gary. Had he looked around, he would have seen Darkman's brass knuckles crush the skull of an infected, John grappling with one and Titus' shotgun obliterating another, all in glorious slow-mo. As it was, he saw only the door, and it shone like a beacon in the dark.
A creature lurched round it, unbelievably slowly, and Gary leapt. As he flew through the air, he swung the axe in a glittering arc, almost decapitating the monster. As the blood fountained into the air, time suddenly seemed to catch up with itself, and Gary slammed into the door full force. The murky, gory colours of everyday life and death returned to his eyes.
"~#@?!!!!" he cursed. "The door! Someone get the other door!"

[southsidediablo]

Titus's shotgun blast blew the infected off John. "Thanks man! I owe ya one!" John ran for the other door, slashing as he went. He finally got there and closed it shut.

[Paladin58]

"No problem! I'd expect the same!" yells Titus, over the deafening shotgun blasts echoing through the metal warehouse like bells in a belltower. He kept firing, keeping undead away from the truck. "I'm out! Throw me a pistol or something!" he says, while wrapping the upper part of his mechanic's uniform around his arm to protect his only unlimited weapon from getting him infected. He starts throwing his forearm around, bashing zombified skulls around, while keeping at a distance so they couldn't grab him.

[Cheshire Fox]

OOC: I don't know if this is covered anywhere, so for anyone new I'll just let you know that there are two types of infected, classic slow moving "shamblers" and 28 Days Later style "sprinters."

Darkman glanced around. The room was rapidly clearing. Soon they'd be able to search it, for whatever that was worth.

A shambler stumbled up to Darkman and lunged forwards, snapping it's jaw at his hand. He pulled back and quickly stabbed through the roof of it's mouth. Punching another to the ground and stomping in it's head, Darkman pulled the Garand off his back and began picking off the other infected. His concentration was suddenly broken by the sound of running footsteps...though none of them were running.

"Shit, watch out for the sprinter!" The infected was charging towards the door, mouth open. Darkman tried to fire at it, but three round whistled by it, one barely skimming it's back.

[gorshnac]

Jeff saw the sprinters run in. He ran full speed at one of them. With a loud grunt he took his cleaver and planted it deep into the infecteds skull. Blood dripped down and made his cleaver slick and ready for the next kill. Jeff spun around looking for more infeted to kill. And thats when he saw it. His shotgum was wedged into the wall.

well how did it get there

[Copaman]

Ryn had managed to survive the wreck of the truck - somehow.

He had stuck with Darkman and the others, but didn't see the sprinters coming until Jeff? started hacking away at one. He quick spun the MP7 around from his back and looked at the clip that was in Half empty. Might not be enough to get her done... boy I'm pessimistic. What the fuck am I thinking about that for? Anyway,

Ryn brought the gun to his shoulder and put his finger on the trigger. "GET THE FUCK DOWN IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!!" He let the bullets fly, the NATO rounds tearing through the sprinters with no regard as to where Ryn's comrades were.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

"What the?!! Fuck!" yelled Gary, as he flung himself to the floor, bullets tearing into the door above his head. Blood spattered over him as he attempted to keep the two doors shut by lying in front of them. It wasn't working fantastically well, but fortunately the infected already in the warehouse were too preoccupied to stop him trying.
"Will you guys -" More bullets slammed into the door.
"Aah! Enough with the goddamn shooting already!"

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman jumped over the car and hid from the spray of bullets. A shambler who had the misfortune of being taller than the truck was wide took a few to the face and fell rigidly backwards.

Clumsily reloading the rifle, Darkman shouted over the gunfire: "Ryyyyyyyyyyyyn!" Looking down Darkman noticed a shambler that was pinned halfway under the flipped truck was snapping angrily at him. Wielding the rifle like a club, Darkman beat the injured creature to death. Pressing himself close against the underside of the truck and raising the rifle to his shoulder and shot down several more of the infected, temporarily that half of the room.

As soon as Ryn's clip was empty, Darkman began calling out "Barricade the doors!" He charged out and started pushing a crate in Gary's direction. "Cover me!"