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[Copaman]

OOC: I did not recieve a survival status PM. Did someone forget to roll me?

Jim had been on the truck the enitre time, checking his shotguns. Once they checked out, he pulled his bullpup rifle around and cocked it. As the hordes began to close in, he muttered something to the effect of "Dear lord in heaven, please save my ass yet again" in Russian.

He fired wildly, not caring if he hit his target or not - he knew damn well enough that each bullet he fired would hit one of those things; just not necessarily the one he wanted. He watched in horror as the Hummer plowed into the earth in front of it. "I didn't know that was possible in a Hummer..." He saw Silva go flying, and Augustus leave the vehicle to retrive the uber-wounded Titus.

As the undead began surrounding the vehicle, Jim decided it would be a good time to go help Silva. No one gets out of a fall like that without some kind of injury.

He hopped off of the truck and started running towards where he thought Silva would be. He shot as he ran, like a madman with his gun. He neared the Hummer, and saw the dead driver and passenger. By now, Augustus was over with Titus, and Jim could make out Silva ahead of him. "Hey!" he shouted, hoping to get Silva's attention. "HEY!" It didn't seem to work. Instead, he put the bullpup rifle away and brought out his shotguns instead. With one in each hand, his destruction rating jumped through the roof - left hand, pump, right hand, pump, left hand, pump, both guns, pump, left, right, repeat systematically; almost reminiscent of the Terminator. He cut a swath through the crowd until he reached Silva. "You look like shit, mate. Take my rifle." He handed Silva the rifle, and went back to shooting with the two shotguns. "All we gotta do is make it to the wall."

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

((Copa I didn't roll you as Ryn's...well, he's not alive, and Jim's still on grace, unless you'd prefer otherwise.))

A hundred questions fought for air in Kelvin's throat. Questions like, "What the fuck?!", "Who the fuck is this guy?!", and "Where the fuck did he come from?!". Most of them involved a swear word and an exclamation mark.
Taking a breath, he fought them down, and settled with "What the hell?!"
But before anyone could truly respond, a body slammed into the vehicle form outside. "Ah! No time for this now! Whoever you are, grab a gun and get shooting!" The man nodded and, withdrawing an AK from some mysterious orifice, moved quickly to the door and cleared it of hangers-on.
Kelvin meanwhile was surprised at himself. He was not the type to take command, but here, without any of those who had come to be looked up to present, he was ordering people around and, amazingly, being listened to. Privately marvelling, he jumped back to his window and returned to shooting.

[Spectre]

Jenkins was driving like a hill-billy on steriods shouting "YEE HAW!!" every time he scored about twelve infected crushed or rammed by his four-by-four. He had been bringing up the rear of the convoy, but had got a little side-tracked running down the undead and was now some distance behind the others. Despite his outward satisfaction, he was beginning to grow a little uneasy. As the truck bounced violently over the walking corpses and Jenkins fired randomly out the window, he realized that he was actually quite a long way from the walls. Cursing, he swung the vehicle around to get back to the convoy.
Heading for what looked like a spot of clear ground in the swarm, Jenkins was surprised to notice gunfire. He found Titus and Augustus fighting through the crowd, and with no-one on gunners seat, Jenkins came in roaring next to them, blocking the infected coming head-on from attacking.
"Hey! Get in!" he yelled. The pair looked as surprised to see the beleaguered soldier as he was to see them, but with a few slashes from Augustus, they obeyed and jumped into the truck. Titus groaned, and sat up, loosing a shotgun blast out of the window. The recoil pushed him back down to the seats where he groaned again, then swore.
"Head left driver!" called Augustus, who had no idea what his saviour's name was, "I see Jim and the lunatic over there."


((FZEDIT: Apologies for the massiveness of that edit GJ, but it makes sense now. SWG, you're not supposed to be mentioning that so I deleted your post.
For the purposes of general clarification for anyone not sure, I have no idea precisely how many vehicles there are. But it's safe to assume that the answer is 'lots' as there were a lot of us after we grouped with Jim's fortress-dwellers. There are lots of expendable and as yet nameless NPCs floating about too. Right now we're in a big convoy, which means lots of trucks of various types all driving together for anyone who hasn't grasped that, although as casualties mount more people get broken off from the main group. The Humvee crashed and two NPC's died - Augustus and Silva came out of that one. Jim bravely left his own truck to rescue Silva, and Augustus and Titus (who did a crazy death roll of his exploding motorbike) have just been rescued by GJ, in his four-by-four which is not a Hummer because the Hummer crashed - sorry GJ))

(GJ EDIT:wait, so the Humvee crashed, yet the Hummer actually crashed? a Humvee and Hummer are way different, a Humvee is a In-service American and others RECON and multi-task vehicle used in armies or other types on-land, a Hummer is a civilian Humvee for the sole purpose of style and civilian transportation.)

Edited by General Jenkins, 26 June 2008 - 02:00 AM.
Little bit of a story-line clash there...sorted now.

[southsidediablo]

(OCC: Jenkins, could you refine your post? You said the Z word, and the post doesn't really make sense to me =/.)

[True Lord of Chaos]

Joe was shooting everything in sight that looked undead. Dead bodyparts were flying, and bullet after bullet was shot into the Infected.
He started wondering, 'Where are we going?'
"Hey, you, leader guy with the hamster, where are we headed?" Joe asked.

[war_angel]

((FZM you need to edit the Z word out of Jenkins post!!!))
((FZEDIT: Ah, good spot dude; I thought I got them all when SouthSide mentioned it.))

"Hey cheers erm.." Silva stopped talking, he couldn't remember the mans name, and at the moment he didn't care. He loosed off rounds with his shotgun, and his new rifle. Blasting off heads left right and center, and with Jim by his side, they were practically unstoppable. The odd sprinter got a bit close, but one of them would rip the head off with a shot before it could do any damage All they needed to do was make it to the wall, and they would be fine, but that of course, was the problem!

((Thanks for helping my fool ass Copa, and you like RATM, they are rather awesome :D))

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 24 June 2008 - 09:47 PM.

[some_weirdGuy]

((what? did i mention something reveling? i was just asking cause i wasn't sure weather you were going to make them all do it or not
[there we go, and evasive enough not to actually repeat what i said ]))

Kelvin blasted... and blasted and blasted and blasted.... and blasted and blasted, the shots ringing out from his pistol and rifle.

[Paladin58]

"Hey... Augustus, right?" asked Titus, head still spinning, not quite remembering that he was in the middle of a small skirmish of World War Z, as it appeared.

[segwayrulz]

(OOC: am i dead????)

[Paladin58]

(OOC: Well, as long as you don't have that two-wheeled deathtrap around still, you'd be okay. )

[Vortigern]

"Yep, that's me. Hold on and we'll get somewhere safe soon enough," replied Augustus, hoping for all the world that it was true. He shouted up to Jenkins, the driver. "There are others out there! We need to help them, pick up as many as we can." Through the windscreen he could make out the forms of Jim and Silva taking on the entire infected host single-handed, and doing a pretty good job, by the look of things. But they would need a hand out of there, and soon. "Fast as you like, mate."

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

The Champion strode through the horde, his burning eyes scanning the battlefield. He had witnessed the convoy's brutal smash into his armies, and he saw that without pulling back from the walls and focussing entirely on the said convoy, the humans would breach his forces regardless of his efforts. As such, the Champion felt his options a little limited.
Frowning with annoyance, he batted away a stray bullet that streaked near him. These new arrivals had certainly proved a thorn in the side of his plans this night, but they were ultimately of little consequence.
'All warriors!' he sent. The Champion broadcast his thoughts widely, so that any with ears to hear would know his command. 'Do not attack the vehicles. Pull away, and focus on the walls.'
He did not like being forced into this course of action, but it was the best way to prevent taking any more casualties than were necessary. He consoled himself with the thought that, in the long term, it made no difference whatsoever how long it took him to capture the city, or how many of his soldiers expired in the process.
In fact, he thought, smiling grimly, the more the better...

* * *

"Keep 'em off the sides!" yelled Darkman as his truck rocked violently. Another wave of undead had just slammed into the side, their momentum almost toppling the truck.
"Goddammit! John! Give us another flare!" The soldier obeyed and what tendrils of darkness were beginning to creep back retreated once again. The bright light shone directly in the eyes of the infected clinging to the walls of the trucks, and they quickly fell away, like so many leeches.
Passing the wheel to his co-driver, Darkman jumped into the back and began blasting out of a hatch at the retreating undead. He saw those who survived his deadly hail form up into a line and face the convoy again.
"Brace yourselves!" he yelled, "They're coming again!"
But the expected assault never came. The infected merely backed away slowly, radiating an air of frustrated anger. It suddenly dawned on Darkman that they had been denied their chance at prey.
Grabbing the radio set, he checked in with the other trucks - the situation was the same all around. The undead were leaving them, allowing them to pass through.
"Something's up guys. Let's get in the city, pronto. Don't waste your ammo unless you have to."
With that, the convoy roared on ahead. Soon enough, they reached the gates, which were duly opened (though not without some confusion and trepidation, and another flare) and going through them, found themselves in the city of survivors.
In the back of the second truck, Dean breathed a sigh of relief.
"Y'know," he commented, glancing over at his grizzled friend Carl, "I thought I'd feel safer once we got here."
The older man smiled thinly, and ran a hand through his long, whitening hair.
"Night's not over yet my lad." Carl noted, rising from his seat. "C'mon, let's get up to the walls - looks to me like they need every gun they can get. We may have taken a lot of wounds, but we're most of us still alive, which is more than I can say for them buggers on the wall..."




((OOC: Well there's a little snippet of plot for you. Hopefully I'll be able to post in 2A later on and we'll be able to get on with the story proper. I feel I should warn you guys at this point, that my background plotline is drawing towards its conclusion. One of these days, it'll actually finish...I know, right? But anyway, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Anyway, until it becomes evident (one more background post and one more in here from me probably) what you should post, go ahead and write about being in the city, manning the walls, any other weird and not-so-wonderful crazy undead lords you might come across.))

[True Lord of Chaos]

Joe was surprised that a human settlement could survive this long, and even manage to create their own farms. He fought his feelings back, and eventually pulled out his AK-47 and started defending the wall.

[some_weirdGuy]

Kelvin stepped out, looking around. He didn't stay still for long, and started running towards the wall to help defend, but stopped. He ran back to the car
"you're coming with me..." he said, grabbing boo and taking his bag, which held two other guns and extra bullets.

he then rushed to the wall...

[Vortigern]

Augustus helped Titus out of the vehicle as they emerged in safety, blinking as though they'd never before seen it. There was nobody about. This was the first time Augustus had seen anything like it since the good old days, and even then it had been in the middle of the night. People had been everywhere. Now they were gathered together in a few places, with only a few survivors across the globe. And more of them were dying every day. These thoughts constantly occupied Augustus' troubled mind.

"I don't think either of us would be any good up on the wall," he said, and almost smiled. A badly wounded hero and an academic with a sword. Hardly the stuff of legends. "We need to get you somewhere they can look after you." He cast around, and was not rewarded by the sight or sound of anything nearby, just the occasional cries from the wall. "Shit."

[Paladin58]

"Get me up there, with a big-ass gun. The hands are what they need; legs are optional," stuttered Titus, starting to get slight tunnel vision from the pain of his wounds getting to his head. He shook it off, and he saw the ultimate weapon, his personal Chuck Norris. An M134 Vulcan minigun, sitting unmanned at its tripod at the wall, like an untamed stallion, waiting for someone to break it in. And he felt that he could do just that.

"Help me up there, to that gun. I can handle the rest," he grunted, getting that same fire in his eyes from back when he first encountered the Alpha. He was going to let loose many small particles of redeath from that weapon of war, more than enough to make even the Grim Reaper himself be envious.

[Vortigern]

Augustus stared at the man whose life he had just saved outside the walls. Ten minutes before he had been bleeding and barely conscious on the ground, about to be eaten alive by the infected monsters. Now he was still bleeding, but upright, and demanding the opportunity to get a little bit of revenge on them for the wounds he had earned himself by going flying off a motorcycle.

"You're mad," he said, but did as he was bidden. He propped Titus on his shoulder, and the two of them began to hobble once more, this time towards the wall and what Augustus perceived as certain death. They stuttered and stumbled towards the mighty weapon, and, once they got within ten feet of it, Titus lurched forward, pushing himself off Augustus' chest in his eagerness to reach a means of dealing death.

"Over to you now," said Augustus, as Titus settled himself into the seat behind the gun, swivelling it round and down towards the amassed horde. Augustus drew his sword, and spread his feet apart for better balance. He'd saved this man already today, and he would be damned if he was going to let anything happen to him now. "I'll stop anything from trying to eat you," he said. Not the greatest of noble words, but the sentiment was there all the same.

[southsidediablo]

(OOC: Jenkins, you did it again dude.)

John jumped off the back of the truck. "Come on everyone! Get to the wall and hold the bastards off!" John grabbed the rest of his ammo and gear and ran for the wall.

[war_angel]

((Are we all inside the compund now? i'll just go ahead and assume we al are, and if not then this can be changed))

Silva stood for a second, trying to re gain his balance. He had taken a rather heavy blow to the head and was loosing quite alot of blood.
I can't give up now, i must fight. He thought to himself, and it was true, he was of no help layed on the floor, or un concious. He grabbed his rifle off of the floor, and ran towards the wall, grabbing some extra mags on the way past the ammo box.

[Vortigern]

((Jenkins, I'm up on the wall with Titus at the moment, we're inside the compound. To use the turret on the jeep we'd have to drive back outside, which some of us would consider suicidal... Are you sure?))

((FZEDIT: I deleted Jenkins' post as it was a little anachronistic. Everyone is indeed inside the walls currently.))

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 06 July 2008 - 12:13 PM.