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[war_angel]

Silva had grabbed his rifle, and was now hurriedly running to the mounted .50 cal, he jumped on the back of the car, grabbing the handles of the gun. He checked the belt was in properly and hauled the cocking handle to the rear, before slamming it forward again. "You point and I'll fire," he shouted to whoever was driving.
He swung the huge gun round to face the oncoming hoard. "FUCKING GET SOME!" he yelled as he began to let off bursts of rounds towards them.

((btw I did know it was going to be on the car; I wasn't expecting to carry the goddamn thing!))

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 09 March 2008 - 05:53 PM.

[Cheshire Fox]

((God damnit! I'm always gone for the good parts Sorry about not being around, weekend trip I sorta forgot about))

Darkman was yelling out orders, doing his best to get at least one good soldier in every car, trying to keep his panic down at the same time.

"Titus, get that mower in front! The .50 goes in the back! No one in the back of the pickup, it's too risky and we need room for supplies!" The horde was almost reaching the caravan now. "Start driving!" Darkman ran towards the already moving lines.

Alright, you've handled worse than this. The docks were worse, way worse. Then why the fuck am I so worried about this?

A sense of dread kept filling him whenever he looked back at the horde. Something was different this time. It didn't make sense, how could they all have come so fast, so organized? He looked at the group, saw the same terror in their eyes, even in the most hardened, and especially in the ones who were used only to running. As he ran towards the moving cars, he found one thought to keep his fear down: I've got to protect them. This is my responsibility. Whether it was really true or not, whether he was really necessary, he didn't care. What mattered was that it kept him on the level. He pulled open the door on the Ford and swung himself into the cab. He leaned out and let out a few shots with the M1, the bullets striking randomly into the horde. He realized one person hadn't made it, they had been off somewhere scavenging, a woman with dark hair. She seemed to dissapear into the crowd rather than actually be eaten, as the line of infected hit her. He slammed the door shut and locked it, whatever good that would do.

"Let's fucking drive!"

((Let's get the order down here and who's in what, ok? I'll go ahead and make a topic cause this gets confusing.))

Edited by Cheshire Fox, 10 March 2008 - 09:41 PM.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

The Screamer paced behind his pack, overseeing from a distance. He was confident that the humans would be overwhelmed. There was, after all, little they could do but run. And even if they did escape, it was only a matter of time. Soon, the Screamer would commit to combat himself. Even at the thought of it, ecstatic shivers ran through his body as he felt his bloodlust rising like a shining red star.
With a conscious effort, he bit down the sensation, venting his need by crushing a straggling infected under one huge fist. He growled in satisfaction as the gore sprayed up around the massive limb; he was sated, for now at least.
Looking back to the fighting, he snarled in annoyance. His creatures were clearly too useless to surround even these evolutionary dead-ends, and the humans were making good their escape. His infected needed prompting.
The Screamer's mind cried out, emitting a palpable wave of hatred and hunger. Even the psychically unattuned humans would feel it, and his creatures certainly would. Each one of the sprinting infected suddenly felt as if a tiny fragment of the Screamer himself had lodged within them, spurring them on to superhuman speeds. What little semblance of intelligence they might have possessed was immediately lost to the all-consuming bloodlust. Like a red cloud, the hunger descended...

***

"Drive, drive, drive!" yelled Dean through the tumult. It was a needless yell, but at least it made him feel useful. The convoy's engines roared, and the ponderous trucks began to pull away. As Dean aimed his handgun out, he caught sight of a great many things all at once. He saw the maniac Silva, enjoying himself immensely atop the group's makeshift Battle Wagon. He caught a glimpse of Titus, standing astride the mower with a long iron bar in hand. Even as the white flash filled his vision, he saw something. Just for a second, it seemed as if there was a huge creature behind the horde, watching. But he could not know if he was hallucinating or not, as the muzzle flash quickly enveloped his sight.

[Paladin58]

Titus motioned for the truck to pull up behind the mower. As this went on, he took the iron bar and jammed it in the large steering wheel, making sure it was firmly in place. When it slid down, he took his foot off the accelerator pedal, and shoved the bar onto it. With the tractor in an improvised 'autopilot', Titus gave himself a mental pat on the back, and climbed onto the seat. He turned around, and looked towards the truck. He was going to wait until it got a little closer, then he was going to jump for it. There was no way he'd stay on this thing with it hurtling towards an extremely large group of infected, no matter how brave he was.

[some_weirdGuy]

Kelvins heart was racing, he felt more scared now then he had been when he was back at his place surrounded by infected. Something wasn't... right here, he could feel it.

[Copaman]

OOC: I'm gonna go ahead and see the screamer. If you don't want me to, well, erm, sorry Go ahead and deleeet the post.

As Silva fired away at the massive group of living dead, Ryn scanned through the masses for anything amiss. His scope showed the detail Titus had put into his lawnmower crowd controller, the flaps of rotting skin peeling off of the hordes, and...

And...

And... Whatever the HELL that thing was. "Oh, shit. Shit. SHIT!!" Silva looked at Ryn. "What the hell is a'matter with you?! Shoot them!"

Ryn's gun slipped bit in his loosened hands. "We need to move. Faster. Farther." He moved up to the joint between the pickup and the gunflat. "Tell Mr. Driver we need to get out of here. Fast. Now. I saw something- looked like the thing that got Gary(?), but bigger and more badass. Could probably eat the pickup for a snack and a box worth of fired .50cal ammo for lunch. TELL HIM!" He turned around and started tearing off rounds, the vibrations coming from the rapid fire nulling his arms. Once again, he picked up the scope to look for the monstrosity; but he could not find it. "What the hell?"

[war_angel]

Silva let rip like a maniac, every so often having to stop to throw a new belt into the gun. He could see them dropping, he was even half counting them in his mind. It was sick how much he enjoyed it, a small part of his brain wanted to stop, to keep his sanity, but the rest of him longed for the kill. One after one the brains of the un-dead exploded into clouds or red, limbs were ripped from the moving bodies. Only to continue running untill their head too was furiously pulled form their body, by the monster of a .50 cal round. Silva was now in a world of his own, a world were only him and the hoard moving towards him existed. Everything was in slow motion, he could hear the screams and yells of Ryn and the rest of the team around him, and even as he felt the car ove and jerk underneath him as it drove, he was still completely focused on the kill. He revelled in every moment of it, watching as each one exploded. Click he was suddenly thrown back into sanity, he had to reload the gun, he flicked the top open, threw another belt into it, slammed the top down and pulled the huge cocking handle backwards, before slamming it forwards again. He pulled the gun back up, and as he did he saw it, the huge bulk of a monster at the back of the hoard. He thought of shooting it, then thought he would probably help more killing the endless flood of smaller ones, not to mention, this way he got to kill more.

((OOC: had a bit of a phsyco moment there, felt i had to include it, so where we heading to?!))

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

((Nah, that was just good, honest character development. I believe where we're headed is anywhere the fuck away from here. Oh, and Copa, Alpha and the Screamer aren't the same. Relatives, admittedly, but with distinctly different purposes in mind...))

[Copaman]

((I know. but doesn't Screamz look like Alpha? And I seem to remember that the plan was to head to my varietystore that Ryn owns, conveniently placed within a short drive of the military base. Which will actually turn out to be a hub on the Black Market. So we get to restock on all sorts of great stuff. I also plan on killing off Ryn and in the process, the Screamer *and maybe Alpha too*. Would taking out both be cool with you, FZM? Then you could introduce another similar one, but more uber and sinister and whatever.))

[some_weirdGuy]

((Making this on topic))

Kelvin fired into the not so distant mass, he too saw whatever it was, and didn't want to get anywhere near it
"Lets move it, go go go!"
boo scuttled down into Kelvins pocket, the rodent, although it couldn't understand what was going on, felt the same fear as everyone in the group...

Edited by some_wierdGuy., 14 March 2008 - 08:03 AM.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

((Well, the screamer does look sorta like Alpha...only he has twice as many arms. And a lot more teeth. Don't worry, I'll get around to describing him soon enough hopefully. But Alpha can't die, I need him for my story mode The Screamer however, once depicted, is expendable. But he's also awesome, so no underestimating.
As for the going to your place, sounds like a plan. And not a bad one at that.))

[Copaman]

((FZEDIT: @ Copa, possibly, probably not. The hard thing will be getting close enough to do so. But, don't give away you're plan, dude!))

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 17 March 2008 - 11:09 PM.
Well...he was giving it away! What?

[Paladin58]

Titus jumped from his moving pedestal. Backwards. Just at the right time, as well, because sprinters were overwhelming the mower, though it kept kneecapping them before making spoiled meat paste out of what fell down. As he flew through the air, one thought went through his mind: Did I really have to do it backwards? Then he slammed into the hood of the truck. He rolled over the cab, and landed in the truck bed with a thud.

(OOC: There. Like I said, no more lawnmower. And, likely a broken shoulder for Titus. What can I say, he likes to do all these outrageous stunts. But, he pays for this one, for once.)

[Copaman]

Titus' hard landing made the entire setup - not just the truck - bounce. Ryn looked over his shoulder to see what had just happened.

"God fucking... Whatever. With all that shit he pulls I'm not suprised. LET'S GET GOING!!"

[Pastinator]

Jamie was in the SUV, his fear taking the better of him. He did not understand how calm these people were in the face of danger. At that point he saw a shambler, crawling out from underneath the rubble. He had obviously be trapped, and had not been disposed of or seen, and had been trying to get out at the noise of potential prey. Accelerating the car Jamie ran his left wheel over the decaying, weakened skull, its structural integrity compromised by falling rubble. Hearing the round sphere pop, and the lifeless body become that way, Jamie's resolve strengthened. He called to the group of four in the back, with their ragged assortment of weapons, barely with their safeties off, telling them to take shots at any they could, but watch out for any grabbing hold of the wheels. They'd be trouble.

[Cheshire Fox]

"Shit! We can't leave him on the outside!, they'll get up there!" Darkman clambered into the back seat, and taking a deep breath, put his hand on the door and held his shotgun with the other. He motioned to Ryn with his fingers:

3...2...1

Snapping back the handle, he pushed the door open with his foot. It was almost pushed back shut as it collided with the infected outside. A pair of hands managed to wrap around the doorframe. Darkman stuck the shotgun out the door and turning it back fired. The recoil nearly broke his wrists. Flinching he reached around and grabbed the top of the car, and leaned forwards slightly out. He glanced towards the back of the truck, and saw the barrels of guns sticking out of all the cars, blazing away. The .50 was mowing down countless numbers of the horde. But what he noticed most was what was beyond the cars. It was a sea of heads, roaring and deadeyed, clawing at the cars. Swallowing hard, Darkman turned his attention to the back of the truck, where Titus lay, clutching his shoulder. Something grabbed at his pants as they passed by, tearing the material. Other hands beat constantly at his legs, sometimes scratching. The door generally served as a good enough shield that there heads were too far down to bite, but the constant beating was growing painful.

"Get in the cab!" Darkman shouted, throwing the shotgun behind him and extending his hand.

[Paladin58]

"Move out of the way!" said Titus, grabbing the roof of the truck, and swinging like a monkey towards the door. His momentum and steel-toed boots bowled over several sprinters that tried to dive under the door to get to the opening. As he landed in the passenger seat, he threw his arm out, grabbed the door, and forced it closed, with all his might. He heard something tear, and when he looked at the door, he saw a human hand sans owner. "Well, looks like that's one less unwanted hitchhiker... Ergh... Switch with me, I need to straighten out."

Edited by Nology5890, 19 March 2008 - 02:15 AM.

[Copaman]

"Alright! We got him in, now we gotta roll out of here before we get swamped!"

((Not really more I can put in there without god-ing... sorry for the one-liner))

[war_angel]

"Fuck me are we done yet? My hands are starting to get numb" there was so much vibration from the huge gun, but Silva loved it, the smell of the bullets, mixed with decaying flesh filled his nostrils "Theres nothing like the smell of fucking war in the morning!"
He suddenly felt the car move underneath him, and he heard teh crunch of bones under the wheels. He continued to blast of rounds intot he horde, with the pauses for belt changes, his feet were swamped in empty casings, and he almost struggled to move his feet as he span the gun around, the face the hoard once the car had pulled off.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

Carl fired, and fired again. There was no real need to aim, just to keep them away from the vehicle. That was all that mattered, keeping them away. Keeping him away...
Guns blazed and engines roared as the trucks began to slowly force their way through the clawing throng. The sturdy construction of the SUVs was all that saved the companions from being dragged to the ground by questing, rotting hands, but save them it did. Gradually, the monstrous cars pushed the undead aside and began to pull away from them. But no sooner had they done this than a shuddering roar rent the air, forcing all those who heard it to reel back in shock, living and dead alike. The Screamer would not be denied.
Even as the defensive gunfire intensified, the pack pressed in. Hundreds of infected laid themselves to waste against the blazing curtain of fire emanating from the survivors. The Screamer was not worried for his minions' deaths - he knew he had more servants than the humans had bullets.
The trucks were forced back to a slow crawl, and the enormously bloody path carved by the unrestricted lawnmower began to close up behind them. The Screamer growled in satisfaction, and began to pace forward, directly towards the struggling humans. He was still some distance from them, far enough for him to appear only a little larger than most of the horde. But it would not be long before he reached them, for his stride was long and his manner purposeful. The sprinters parted like the Red Sea before him, lest they incur his vengeance. Nothing got between the Screamer and his prize...
He took a pace, and another, a third. His eyes shone red with the prospect of the slaughter to come. They were fixed on the convoy, unmoving. It was inevitable that he did not notice the creature standing in his path until it was too late.
An enormous fist slammed into the Screamer's chin sending him sprawling on his back. He shook his head, as if to clear it form some insidious presence, and roared. What was this? Who dared to be so impertinent to he, the master of bloodshed?!
The Screamer scrambled to his feet, and cast about him. Alpha watched him with a cool eye, and nonchalantly shook his fist, freeing the joints. He glanced up at the Screamer.
'Boo.'