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[Pastinator]

((OOC: Johnny is swinging on stairs a little (i think), but i'm the one being a spider monkey! ie. acrobatic))

[some_weirdGuy]

((lol, well, actually, you said you were now standing out side the door, which im about to open))
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"Now!", Kelvin saw that the kid had made it too the door, he leaped into the other room and pressed the button for the door. Infected were all over, nearly every screen had them on it, maybe this wasn't such a good idea, until now, the most infected i had seen was back in town, and i got away from them quickly as i could.

Kelvin grabbed out the hand gun from his bag, the one he had taken from the infected security guard, and run out down to the car park,"come on boo, we have to help these people get in before the shamblers do", the rodent ducked into his pocket.

He opened the door into the car park, and could hear the automatic door opening. He loaded the hand gun, ready to shoot any infected that may be chasing his new guests. The others will come soon, don't let your fear over come you, but he was scared, he had never seen so many infected, and they were all coming here...

[Pastinator]

Jamie heard the door creep open, the mechanical stress creating a sound like a pair of gigantic scissors tearing a sheet of metal in half. Obviously the mechanism had not been used since the outbreak. Rushing in, his eyes ill accustomed to the dark, he put as much distance between the street and himself as possible. For this reason, he nearly ran into a figure standing in the car park, gun outstretched.

[some_weirdGuy]

"Ah!"

Kelvin had closed his eyes for a second as the light from outside shone under the opening door, and when he opened them, was surprised to see that there was someone right in front of him.

"Gesh! be careful, you scared us, this gun is loaded, i nearly shot you"((by us Kelvin means him and boo, but you don't know about the hamster yet, so this must seem a bit strange to you)),
he could see the figures face now, this must be the kid who was standing right out side when Kelvin last looked at the screen,

"Well no time for introductions just yet, get in, last i saw infected were everywhere, ill help the others, the faster we all get in, the faster we can lock the doors" kelvin stepped out the door, and squinted in the brilliance of the light, he hadn't noticed how much darker it was inside.

He held his gun at aim, if any infected came around the corner, he was ready; well, ready as I'll ever be
"God dammit boo, im not cut out for this..."


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edit: forgot caps; fixed

Edited by some_wierdGuy., 17 December 2007 - 08:00 AM.

[Pastinator]

"Uh, do you have a long ranged weapon I can borrow? I'm kinda lacking in them." asked Jamie. "Otherwise there isn't much I can do to help." Jamie shifted uneasily on his toes, waiting for a reply, or an excuse to run off.

[Paladin58]

Next in was Titus, carrying Ryn again, running as fast as he could to play keep-away from the sprinters. As he crossed the threshold, he pulled out his pistol, slide-turned, and fired a large volley of bullets in the general direction of some sprinters' legs. Noting that some then tumbled over in a fashion similar to a large wreck in a NASCAR race, he put Ryn down, and laid down, face-up. His body had decided to finally give up for a bit.

"Who's... the kid? *pant* I... could use some... water if *pant* you have it."

[some_weirdGuy]

"sorry kid" said kelvin in reply to jamie's question "i have 2 other guns, but ones a small pistol like this, and their both out of bullets"

Kelvin then turned to the next new comer "i think i saw a water cooler inside, both of you get in, if you want you can go up the stairs into the open door, its where we've been watching you from((again, Kelvin means him and boo)), you could tell me when everyone is in over the speaker system... once we're all in and hae the doors firmly closed again, we will have a little while to introduce ourselves and see to any wounds" he looked at the injured guy...

Then turned to face the outside once more... hurry.. hurry, he though to himself, silently willing the rest of the group to be here sooner.

A few sprinters were starting to get up, the bullets the guy carrying the other guy shot at them weren't enough, Kelvin shot them dead with his pistol.


come on.. hurry

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman raced down step after step. The fire escape rang with the footsteps of him and the horde. Occasionally one would fall past him and the narrow catwalks got too crowded. He finally reached the last landing, his lungs burning and a stitch in his side hurting like his torso was being torn in half. He launched himself off the edge, his feet landing in a pile of trash and his legs crumpling over. As another shambler approached him he shot it through the head and lifted himself back up with a groan, dashing across the street.

He stumbled into the garage and collapsed, then rolled onto his back and emptied the clip into the crowd with a loud yell. Sweating and panting he reloaded the handgun, and pulled the M1 off his back and tossed it to the others in.

"Don't fuck that rifle up, put it too good use." He flipped on the laser sight blasted away. "Hurry up guys..."

[southsidediablo]

John ran toward the door. Stopping once to fire a magazine into the infected behind him. After dropping the clip, he quickly slapped in another and ran into the door, taking a crouching stance and started to take aimed shots at the infected following.

OOC: Was I the last one?

[Copaman]

((OOC: IDK, but I'm shooting anyways!))

Ryn looked about himself, taking in the surrounding.

"Simply astonishing. I never would have been able to fuck around with the computer running this place. Thanks." Now what the hell is with this oddball talking about himself in the plural? "And I guess I owe you a thanks too, Titus. Never would have been able to do that for you."

He pulled his gun around and checked it quickly. Still loaded, still ready to use. He shimmied himself into a prone position facing out towards the infected. The rounds from the MP7 tore through the infected, cutting them down like a tractor through grass.

"Now, do we have everyone?"

[Pastinator]

Jamie picked up the tossed rifle. He had not been with the group long enough to count how many it numbered. Uneasily he shouldered the butt, and pulled the trigger, aiming at a slow moving shambler. It was his first time shooting a gun before, and the results were not impressive. One bullet hit the slow moving creature in the foot, another burst ricocheted off the concrete wall, and the third hit the target in the shoulder. Massaging his shoulder, bruised from the recoil and incorrect holding, Jamie slid the rifle over the floor to it's original owner.
"I'm no good with it!" he shouted, above the mounting din of groans, "Anyway can someone close the door for me? It's a little overexposed for my liking!"

Edited by Darkskul, 18 December 2007 - 08:29 PM.
The M1 is actually a WWII era semiautomatic rifle, so just a few quick changes

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

Gunshot's rang out as the sprinters charged ever closer.
"Hey!" yelled John, "Get that fucking door closed already!"
Kelvin slammed the button down, holding his breath as the sprinters ran on towards the slowly closing doors...


((OOC: Damn right I'm godmodding Sure is fun.))

[Pastinator]

((OOC: As a rule, if you have to Godmod FZM, I wouldn't RP chars emotions. However, if SWG is fine with it, doesn't matter, however, don't do it for me please ))

((FZEDIT: Dude, I'm allowed to Godmod - I'm God! (of the thread, that is...joint, anyway )))

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 18 December 2007 - 08:41 PM.

[southsidediablo]

John reloaded his rifle,"Well, now that that's over. Let's get some rest. And we're gonna have to show the kid how to shoot, but we can probably do that on an upper lever while looking for a good truck to get."

[some_weirdGuy]

Kelvin could hear the shamblers banging against the door, but it was thick enough and strong enough to hold then, unless...
"ok guys, this may sound crazy, but before i met up with you guys, i swear i saw this giant... nah never mind, you'll just think im crazy. Firstly, lets get any injuries sorted, i think there is a medical bay somewhere here, then we can go up and practice shooting"

Kelvin went through the door way back into the building,
"follow me" he signaled for them to follow, he went up to the information desk near by, and saw the computer there already on,
"must have turned on when i turned the rest of the power on", he began searching for a map of the place on the computer, but quickly found that nearly everything was password protected
"not a problem, right boo?... just type that in here... now do this... there! I'm in" he could see clearly the map on the screen
"and now so we don't get lost" he pulled out his pocket computer, he had almost forgot he had it. He uploaded the map
"aren't you clever boo? ok, infirmary... this way" Kelvin began walking.

[Paladin58]

"You mean... A large, ugly bastard, right? It seemed to be in the middle of a crowd of zombies, almost as if they ran screen for it. I know what you're talking about. I tagged it in the shoulder with a twelve full of buckshot, but it only turned and ran away. It had Gary..." said Titus, recollecting the dreamlike sequence of events in the apartment building. He balled his fist, and cracked his knuckles. "I have a score to settle with that thing."

"Hey, I almost forgot to ask your name. Mine's Titus. Former halfback in high school, and ex-mechanic. Thanks for saving our asses from the things out there."

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 19 December 2007 - 05:18 PM.

[Pastinator]

Jamie picked up a small piece of concrete from the floor and started tossing it about. As he tossed it with his left hand he fiddeled with a strand of material coming out of his right glove."Hey, guys", he called "I don't know anyone here, at all, so if you could give me a little intro', that would be just great, I mean, who are you guys, where did you come from, and where are we going?"

((OOC: It would be nice if everyone did this, as I haven't played for a long time, so I will be able to link characters to people a lot easier with intros.))

[Cheshire Fox]

"I'm Johnny Darkman. I was working security at a War Museum when the infection hit. Got my hands on this Garand, it's actually a modern one designed too look older, and the trench knife and made it out alive. I picked up another gun and made my way to the hospital, but a bunch of army thugs beat the shit out of me and locked me up. They grew less attentive as food grew scarce and I escaped. When this lot showed up, I managed to get free and go with them. We went back to the police station, but that was over run so we made our way to a ship where we were told there would be a hefty supply of guns. Things went...wrong. Hard to explain. The few of us who made it off alive picked up some more weapons at a warehouse. That's when Senor Grande showed up and we booked it over the rooftops. I think you know it from there."

[war_angel]

((OOC: hey guys new character is being added! Anyone think of a good way for me to meet you guys?))

Lydia slowly heaved the heavy bookcase, barracading the door, out of the the way. She listened intently, trying to find anything that would show thier presence... nothing. She piered through the key hole and after confirming that none of the infected ones were there, proceeded to open the door causiously.
After being held up in that house for so long she was releaved to feel the fresh air on her skin and to not have to put up with the smell rotting flesh anymore.

As she stood staring into the abandoned street, she heard a creak from the pourch above her, but before she could look up, someone had dropped down behind her and grabbed her mouth, she could feel a blunt blade against her neck.
The man turned her head to observe the rather large bite on her neck.
"She's one of them" he muttered to himself,
"N, no im not" she mumbled from under his hand,
"No" he replied, "But you will be!"
And with a swift stroke from his makeshift blade, he cut her throat, and let her body fall, liflesly to the ground. As he did so he heard a low grunt and some babbled words from behind him, he turned around sharply, quickly drawing his pistol from his waistband. As he scanned the street for signs of an infected person, he was aware of no immediate threat.
Again he heard a grunt, and as he looked down, he saw the severed torso of a man dragging himself along the ground,
"Pathetic" he whispered to himslef, as he drove his boot down hard into its head, Silva was the kind of guy that liked a good fight!
He shoved his pistol back into his belt and turned to climb back onto the roof, the one place he was sure they couldn't get.

He was safe for now but sooner or later he would have to search for survivors, and he surely wasn't going to become like one of them, so the sooner the better.
He scanned the horizon, looking for signs of life.
After staring for ten minutes, he was about to give up, when he caught a glimps of some people moving through the street,
"Finally," he whispered to himself, and with that he was off, running in the direction of the survivors. Hoping that they wouldn't move too far.

Edited by war_angel, 19 December 2007 - 08:15 PM.

[southsidediablo]

"My name is John, i'm a Sargent in the Marines. I was leading a military patrol through the city when we got attacked. They just over ran us and I was the last one. I headed to the ship and met up with these guys." John started to look though his gear, checking to see if everything made it from the jumps.