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[Fire Ze Missiles!]

As Titus' arm was repaired, Gary took a quick sit rep.
"OK, so we've got... Guns and ammo? Check. Rations? Check. Transport?" Gary glanced over at the wrecked truck; "Huh. That's a no, then."
He turned to a map of the city which was conveniently pinned to the wall of the workshop. It was a little out of date, and several bullet holes didn't make it any easier to read. Nevertheless, Gary examined it closely. Which was really quite a pointless exercise considering he had no idea where they intended to go.
"Right. We're ready to move out just as soon as we decide where we're headed. Ideas, anyone?"

[southsidediablo]

"Let's try to hit a carpark, maybe get a truck or two. Then if needed, come back here and stock up on more guns."

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

"Sounds good." Gary turned back to the map; "Carpark, carpark.... ah, here. OK, we go north from here and take... Thirteenth up three blocks, then go left one block. That's the biggest one anywhere near to us."
Gary grabbed his backpack, which he had stuffed one of the ratpacks into, and slung it over his back. He cocked his SMG.
"Allright. Let's move out."

((OOC: Whoever wants to post it, let's sneak out the back rather than fighting through the front. It just makes more sense ))

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 06 November 2007 - 09:34 PM.

[Copaman]

((OOC: I can post again at about Noon EST. If someone posts beofre then, have at it.))

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

Gary emerged onto the street, blinking. Climbing through the window had seemed like such a good idea on the other side. Someone tumbled out after him, emitting a quiet yet violent curse. They were sneaking round the back of the horde of shamblers knocking against the main doors, and as such were keeping as quiet as possible.
"C'mon guys, let's move it!" Gary whispered. As one, the group began to make it's stealthy way up Thirteenth street. They had been moving for about 30 seconds and were just beginning to let out their breath when suddenly, everyone froze.
A colossal roar of immense frustration pulsed from behind them, followed by crashing.
Something was really pissed off.
Gary gulped. "Run. Now." Everyone looked at him. "Run! I said RUN!" he yelled, as he took off at a sprint up the street.
Could this day get any worse?

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 08 November 2007 - 10:19 PM.

[southsidediablo]

John heard the noise, and instinct told him to run, that and Gary. "What is it? Can anyone see it?"

[Copaman]

"No visual yet! I suggest we don't look back for a little bit!!"

Ryn was sprinting as fast as humanly possible with a bag full of stuff on his back. His lungs and legs were burning... How long can I keep this up?

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman bolted through the streets with the rest, trying not to let the fatigue or the panic catch up with him. He stopped for a second while a shambler stumbled into the street, and quickly unslung the shotgun and nearly decapitated it.

You know, I just might get attached to this thing too.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

"What is it?" Gary parotted as they charged up the street, "It's the big motherfucker from the docks! And it's angry!"
Another tremendous roar echoed up the street, and pounding footsteps could be heard above a tumultous rising noise that could only be hundreds upon hundreds of undead feet slapping against the tarmac.
Shit! It's following us! We've gotta get off the road. Gary spied an open door, and ducked through it. "In here, now!"
They found themselves in the entrance hall of an apartment block, looking distinctly abandoned.
"Quick, through here!" Gary hissed, gesturing frantically at one of the apartment doors.

[Pastinator]

Jamie rummaged through the cupboards in the apartment. He'd wedged a chair against the bathroom door, to stop the creature who was standing in the shower getting out. Luckily it was a shambler. They were more slow, and although he would not apply the term 'intelligent' in anyway to the sprinters, they acted just like a speed up version of the shamblers, the shamblers were still dimwitted, easily distracted by a thrown rock or loud noise. For this reason he was quiet in his search though the cupboards. Finding what he was looking for , he shoved two cans of tinned food in his satchel, and slowly opened the other with his swiss army knife tin opener. Using his fingers he tried scooping the beans to his mouth. After a few seconds of scratching his fingers against the sharp edges he pulled open a drawer and selected a teaspoon, which he then used to scoop out the orange contents.

* * *

Ten minutes later Jamie had emptied the contents of all the cans in the cupboard, save the two in his satchel, and his hunger was sated, at least for now. Putting the spoon in his jeans' watch pocket he opened a window to the fire escape and started climbing to the roof. Once up he surveyed the streets below. To his suprise he saw a ragtag group of survivors running towards the building he was in, and enter, followed what seemed to be a snaking tendril of rotting flesh, reaching out from the dockyard masses. A bizzare pattern could be seen from up here, in the pale moonlight, with the shamblers forming the main mass of the tendril. The sprinters scurried in every direction, running for a stray dog, or a wild deer, wandered in from the countryside, chasing after it. This caused some shamblers to break formation, pull off from the pack, and lurch after it, then continue, as the crow flew towards the apartment again, making no attempt to join the tendril.

As the point started to make contact with the apartment building Jamie reacted quickly. Pulling one of the regulation CO2 fire extinguishers of the top of the building he dropped it down, directly over the entrance the group went through. Whisting through the air it rushed towards the ground like a cheater, speeding itself forward to meet its prey. By the time it hit the floor it was in the centre of quite a large mass of rotting flesh. As it hit, the hard asphalt caused it to rip and tear, the metal shorn like a piece of paper. The pressurized gas knocked the crowd unto the floor in a rippling shock wave. The sprinters scrabbled to their feet quickly enough, disregarding bruises and grazes, as if they weren't their at all. However, the shamblers took a lot longer getting up, he knew that from experience.

Wrenching the emergency exit door open with his crowbar he started running down the stairs, jumping over the centre of the railings again and again to get down quickly, and to dodge the shamblers trapped in the stairwell. After about a minute of frantic running, and using his crowbar to push away the infected for the vital second needed to get down half a level away from them he reached the bottom of the stairwell. Luckily none of the creatures were near the bottom, in truth he had only encountered a quarter of a dozen on the way down, all shamblers, and so he opened the door into the apartment lobby, pulling a large comfortable sofa in the way of the metal door to stop the getting through. He turned to the group he had just helped and with a wide smile said,
"Hi. I'm Jamie."

Edited by Pastinator, 11 November 2007 - 09:41 PM.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

"You... what? Where the hell did you come from? Actually, let's just get this door blocked up."
Putting one leg on the couch, Gary braced himself against the door as he heard the pounding footsteps reverberating ever closer.
"Everyone stay quiet, he might pass us by..."
The footsteps began to slow - the creature must be walking now. Suddenly, they stopped. Gary could hear its rasping breath on the street beyond. He gestured for everyone to remain quiet.
The breathing got closer. There was a scraping sound as the creature eased its huge frame through the door of the block. Gary's heart was racing, hammering in his chest. He could hear it pacing round the antechamber outside, sniffing for them. It was only a matter of time...



((OOC: OK, so I've had some PM's on the topic. For anyone who's confused, what's going on is we're being chased by a whole load of infected led by a really big one like the one we met back onboard the ship (which incidently, Darkskul informs me has in fact been killed, so it's actually a different one. But very similar.) It's currently standing outside the door to the room we're bunkered down in, and depending on whether it get's our scent/hears us or not, is about to eat us or wander off.))

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 11 November 2007 - 11:31 PM.

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman glanced up at the kid in the black hoodie, leaning against the couch with all his weight.

"You live here? Is there another way out?" Darkman whispered, not bothering with any kind of formalities at this point.

He gripped the shotgun hard and pressed his back against the couch.

[southsidediablo]

John looked around, and thought about his family. It had been so long since he had seen his wife and son, he needed to find them. Where were they again? Somewhere out west.....First things first "Guys," John whispered, "I'll run out and get that thing away from here, I should be able to out run it, and get to another building. This'll give you guys a chance to get out and get to the carpark. I'll meet you guys there."

[Pastinator]

Jamie quickly shook his head in contradiction and whispered quietly to his new found group, "No need to risk it! I don't live here, but I've been making my way over the top of buildings. If you guys aren't up to jumping, theres a broken fire escape ladder at the top of the roof, which was taken off for repairs. Don't worry, I think that the connections to the escape was the only fault, but if you guys are going to the car park its pretty easy get there via rooftops. Well, it would be, apart from the quite large group of sprinters on the top of one of the important routes for the buildings."

[Cheshire Fox]

"Well honestly, I'd much fight sprinters than whatever the fuck is outside. We've killed them before we can kill them again." Darkman stopped still...something had changed. The movement had stopped. Darkman began to stand. The door buckled and bent as the full weight of the creature hit the door. He stumbled forwards as the couch launched away from the floor.

"Shit! Move the couch back, we gotta run!"

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

"Fuck!" Gary yelled, at a higher pitch than he intended, as he scrambled to his feet and shoved the sofa back to the door. Another slam sent him sprawling again.
"The door won't last long!" Gary searched around him frantically for a way out, "Quick, the window! Get out, everyone!"

[Pastinator]

"No, Guys! Follow me, up to the roof! The emergency stairwell has 3 of the shamblers on it, but they should be no problem! The doors on the top of the roof, and the bottom here are metal, they should take a bit of a pounding!"
Wrenching the couch he had just pulled across the door back he pushed open the door, pushing back the three shambling monstrosities.
"Quick, someone, take a shot!"

[southsidediablo]

John brought up his shiny new M16 and started to fire into the doorway. "I love the smell of a new gun!"

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

Gary only got as far as "What the fuck do you think-!" before the giant creature which seemed to be controlling the other infected backhanded the hotheaded newcomer right back into the room. John's bullet's slammed into it, pushing it back but not hurting it.
Gary slammed the door shut and braced himself against it again.
"Need any more fucking proof?! Get the fuck out that window!"
Another blow of crippling force landed on the door forcing Gary to his knees, his back against the now slanted door.
"Get out! GO!"

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman looked back and forth frantically for a way out, periodically being knocked forwards by the couch. The door frame was starting to crack...they couldn't wait much longer.

Stairs! There was a set of stairs there in the back!

"There's a way up! Let's go!" Glacning back, Darkman realized they would never make it across the room in time. He threw whatever was in easy reach, a small tables, chairs, anything, and began running.

"This barricade will buy us enough time, we have to go." Darkman launched himself forwards and began running. "Gary, leave it! Let's go!"