Ontario

[backera95]

As Ryu dragged himself to the radio Kallik continued to whine . he turned on his radio tranmitter as he listenned for any news he noticed a small horde of 20 zombies coming for the house he swore loudly told Kallik to get back and shakily got to one and a half feet as he called it. he limped for his shotgun slid in his 20 round clip of buckshot in the gun. he limped to the window took aim at the horde.when they came within a hundred yards he opened fire. it was the first time he actualy used full auto with the shotgun. 5 years ago he was in american civil war reenactment he fired a musket rifle that had only about 1/3 of the gun powder and it had more kick than the shotgun. The horde was cut down in 10 seconds. "Whoa" he breathed. though he was amazed by the shotgun's preformance he knew that the he was in serious trouble. the zombies must have heard the gunfire. they will be here in hours....  

[ldaj955]

as he continued to drive he came by a small store and boy was luke hungry he got out pulled out his axe and went in  

[N for Notorious]

Noel unbuckled from his seat beside the pilot after picking a location with a few other squads, he slid his Squad paperwork into a mannila envelope and left it with the Pilot before walking into the main hold where the rest of Scarborough Boyz were cleaning their guns and reloading. Noel ruffled the fur on Rielley's head affectionately as he directed his Gang to the supplies to unload. Noel waited a few seconds as the Sea King landed, he loaded six shots into his combat shotgun as the doors opened.

Owen slowly washed the shrapnel wounds on his legs and chest out with water and disinfectants. He looked around at the rest of the squad, they were all either following suit or sitting back in their seats, resting or mourning Carmine's untimely death. Owen threw some fresh Gauze bandages around his legs before going to replace his ruined BDU with a fresh one from the locker, he slid each of his handguns into their holsters on his hip, his L.O.Bs into their wrist slots or leg holders. He was about to leave to ask the Pilot what their ETA to Vault 0 was when his eyes caught a glint of metal, he reached into the locker, his eyes falling on Carmine's old Combat Machete. He smiled lightly as his fingers closed around it.

Noel kicked the Dead zombie over the roof, then hopped down onto a truck and hopped down to the ground from there, looking around at the street they'd been dropped off at. He looked around and smiled. The Sea King pilot had dropped them off at a old family autobody shop/used car dealership. He gently grabbed a dust tarp over what he thought was a motorcycle, pulling it down to the ground, revealing a Chromed red Indian Chief Motorcycle. He grinned lightly, kneeling down to check if the parts still worked...  

[Akari Tsuki]

Dahlia oggles the tattoos for a moment, "Tattoos?! Holy crap, why didn't I think of that?!"

Kevin leans forward and looks at them with a grin, "Okay, that's pretty cool. Tattoo guns are easy Dahlia, I can make one."

"Aaaanyway, you wanted to start a treaty? I think it was you I heard when there was a mob near to our building. I was actually talking with Kevin earlier about setting one up with you guys." Dahlia stroked her chin. "We're The Silencers, we're under government support, and our group count stands at 8; 9 if you count youth."

Kevin, always considered the second-in-command, steps forward, "We're admittedly a bit large for a squad, but everyone runs like a finely tuned machine together, so we've only lost 2 of the official squad in the past 3 years."

Dahlia smiled, "Any extra hands are always appreciated though as long as we can all work together. My Radio watcher has never mentioned your squad's name, so I'm gonna assume you're a silent squad?" She looked the two of them over, pondering what the rest of the group was like, "Wonder if you can all fit on the bus."  

[N for Notorious]

Noel smiled, tossing his hoodie onto a nearby crate and pulling on fingerless leather gloves. He checked the oil on the Motorcycle. When he was satisfied that the Indian had the right amount of oil, he walked into the garage and kicked in the door to the main office. It was large, meaning the buisness must have been sucsessful before the war. He looked around, there was a figure sitting still in a chair at the other end of the office, he walked over and turned the swivel chair around, then wished he hadn't...The dead Mechanic's head was crusted with old dried blood, in his hand was a small 32. revolver, not enough to pierce a zombie's head at range reliably, but up against the man's temple it had done enough. He turned around as Bobby walked in, "Yo N!, Good news man, we just checked the room he kept his parts in, it had a pantry with a bunch of old dry goods, and a large freezer hooked up to a solar generator." Noel looked down at the dead man, wondering why he had killed himself if he had so much supplies. He sighed, grabbing the Indian Chief's keys off the wall and the man's drivers license before he ordered Walle and Collin to carry the corpse outside.

Noel revved the Indian Chief's engine as Collin set off the funeral pyre they'd made of old wood barricades they'd taken down. James Ferrel, that had been the man's name according to the man's drivers license. He pulled his Desert Eagle out and pointed it into the air as the rest of the Gang revved their engines, then pointed their guns into the air and gave James a twenty one gun salute. (this would make some noise that could be heard for a few blocks, might bring in zombies or people)  

[NightenMare]

Ren looked over at the decked out bus that Dahlia had had. "Wow. That's some bus, but don't worry if there were ever a case to fit my group on it, it wouldn't be a problem, my group only consists of 5 people right now." Ren looked down, remembering Colbie..

Brooke was playing with her, almost non existent to the conversation. "We recently had one of our members die due to a bite. Our death casuality numbers aren't high. In the past three years we lost four. That's good considering most groups are wiped out"

Ren and Brooke both stood, awkward with the conversation of death and groups.. Ren rubbed his face from fatigue, and Colbie just went back to playing with her hair. "The reason you haven't heard of us before is because we don't have a radio transmitter. No one in our squad is really tech savvy, so we never had the use of it. Sure we had flashlights, but you don't need a special assigned person for it. We aren't one of the fastest moving squads, but we are good with what we do atleast, and if not, then unfortunately you die."

Brooke stared off into the ceiling. "It was so good to see more people, and I'm happy we got the chance to meet you, but by the looks of it, it seems like it's getting dark. Ren, we should head back to the Manor now before our sights are gone for the night."

He shook his head. "Agreed. I would love it if we could meet up again to discuss more business and treaty. If at anytime you feel the need, stop at the Manor 4 blocks away, You and your squad are always welcome."  

[Akari Tsuki]

Dahlia nods, "That sounds fine by me, bring the rest of your squad by as well, I'd like to meet them. Oh, and we have a small radio set if you want to take it. We still have a spare or two just in case our main goes down. It's small, let me go fetch it." She holds up a hand for them to wait and jogs back to the office.

John watched her curiosly as she grabbed the better of the two spare radios they had. "They're not raiders I take it?"

"Nope, they're friendly's. They have no radio though, but I think we've seen them about before" she replied distractedly, foraging in a box for a suitable mic. Finding one, she mussed up Jacob's hair on her way out, "You can meet them next time, munchkin." She says as she grins at him.

Trotting back to them, she waves the mic in her hand with a grin, "Even if you don't have electricity there, this thing should work. It's powered by the phone lines, so just plug it into a jack and it should be fine, I know those are still up. We operate on frequency 9, it's the norm for most users." Handing it off to Ren gently, she smiles, "Is there anything else you need?"  

[N for Notorious]

Noel fiddled with the dial on the Ham radio they had brought with them as Bobby, Collin and Chris set about cooking up some of the food they had found. He looked at the map the military had given to him, there was one large group in the area that got food deliveries, and a suspected group in the nearby manor. He twisted the dial on the ham radio to channel 9, the normal channel for most broadcasts, then turned the mic on, he smiled lightly as he spoke. "Anyone hungry?"  

[NightenMare]

Ren turned and stopped to grab the radio from Dahlia. "Oh wow, thanks. I really appreciate this alot." He smiled with a gleam in his eye. " And no, we don't need anything else, we are handled pretty well. I know it's also maybe out of the question too, but Akira, another member was actually a nurse, and we have supplies that can last for years for any medical emergencies, so if you need anything, just ask and we will be there."

He turned with Brooke, and head out he door, waving to Dahlia and the rest of her group.

"Well, that was actually very ineresting to say the least. Thank god they aren't like most people who would kill living people for the stuff on their back." Brooke, seemed rather hasty, but Brooke was just a cautious girl.

Ren was walking in front, not really looking at Brooke, but just for any sign of the undead that may have been around. "Yeah I know, it's weird to find another well puit together squad that is still sane, and knows what is going on in the outside world."

The two finally got back tothe manor and stood outside at the side waiting for Akira to lean over the edge and throw the ladder down.

Brooke held her arms crossed, slightly cold with winter on its way. "It's kind of quite today isnt it? "It's been like this for a couple days now, usually we see something."

Ren nodded. "No yeah. I haven't even seen one at all. Who knows, maybe we cleared out the area for a while being." The ladder was thrown over, and Akira stood over the ledge smiling. Ren helped Brooke onto the ladder, and then he pulled himself up. He climbed inside and pulled up the ladder, but then noticed something, or someone moving in the distance.  

[N for Notorious]

Noel turned the key in the ignition of the Indian Chief, he grinned widely as the engine roared to life, he turned the ingition off before walking inside and checking how the food was coming. The Gang had brought a fair bit of supplies with them from Scarborough, and the military had given them some ammo crates for distribution. in the garage's kitchen, Bobby and Collin were putting the finishing touches on a large vat of pea soup and Irish Stew, in the workshop, Walle, Chris and the rest of the team were souping up the cars in the garage with anti-Zombie measures. He let Collin and Bobby know he was going out to find the squad on the map before mounting up on the Indian Chief and roaring down the street towards the spot marked on the map.  

[ldaj955]

Luke walked up and kiked open th eback door and pulled out his deagle and turned the flash light that was on the bottom of the barrel far back enough to where he could see yet not shoot his light. he aimed saw a zombie and then he shot. it fell he ran foward. he grabed a bag of chips a nice coke and a beef jerky stick and the he started to set up gas cans he found in the grilling section and he set out horns and he did the possibly dumbest thing he could have ever do. he honked all the horns and yelled * hey zombies come get your dinner*& and then he prayed and pulled his deagle out and he started to eat his beef jerky stick.  

[Akari Tsuki]

After waving, she closed the door behind them and locked it, "They seem like they'll be a good bunch to know, hopefully." She said with a grin to Marissa and Kevin.

Kevin nodded, "yeah, and I guess we'll be heading out soon to do the wipe?"

"Very shortly, I just need to tell John that crew's name, and make sure Jacob's all set to go out with us."

Marissa frowned slightly, "We're taking him? We're not going to be able to do much today the for cleaning." Dahlia knew Marissa liked to get into the big mobs for the most part.

Dahlia smiles, "You're right, we're just clearing out three or four infected residences. I confirmed them last night on my way home. The locked themselves in, but I guess they got infected one way or another." She tapped her fingers on the crowbar looped through her belt, thinking how glad she was to have it with her at times.

"I'll go make sure everyone's ready to go then. We're running a bit later than usual I think." Kevin glanced down at his wristwatch.

Dahlia nodded, "That we are chum, get everyone on the shiney new bus and we'l head out as soon as everyone's on. I'll go get Jacob."  

[N for Notorious]

Noel got off of his Indian Chief and looked at a collapsed street sign, he pulled his residence map from his pocket and checked it, he was on the right street alright, so if he kept going he should arrive soon. He got back onto the Indian Chief and started rolling down the street slowly, using the engine's roar to try and attract attention...

Owen signalled for Delta to unbuckle as the doors of the Apache opened to reveal vault 0...  

[NightenMare]

He sat in his room. The paint on the walls had begun to peel, but there was no sense in fixing it up. The squad had already torn up the downstairs, blew off all stairs. Indeed, there was no point in fixing it up, until the dead were all dead. But that wasn't bound to happen.

He walked out into the hallways wondering if his squad was ever going to get a break, and finally be able to live a normal life, to go outside without fearing their lives.

He came up to the broken staircase and found a zombie just lingering at the stairwell, arms grasping for the top ledge, but not even coming close to the top. "Hey. Who left the front door open and let him in?" He called out to the house, not to anyone in particular, just who ever was home.

He went to the window ledge at the end of the hall and looked out the main window. He pushed aside the rope ladder and sat down at the edge, looking out on the fog lined streets. A hand pressed against his shoulder, and he spun around to see Tom. "Hey Ren. Long time no see. You look terrible." He chuckled to himself. Tom's sense of jokes were never top line.

"Tom. Wow, It's been awhile, hows the hunting going?" Ren asked without haste.

Tom shook his head in sorrow. "Not the greatest. Found a new kid, a young girl, bout 16 you see. She never stood a chance. Found her in the underground subway station. Bar collapsed on her, and the dead were everywhere down there. I don't know what she was doing. Took out the dead though, including her. Found this in her pocket as well. Thought you would like to have a look through seeing as how you like to know how people got to where they were." Tom pulled open his coat and handed Ren the book.

The diary was torn, well written, and well used. Ren pulled off the strap that was holding it together and took a quick glance. He skimmed the first lines before Tom interrupted him. "Also Ren. Thought you should know, saw Jackson today. No joke, he looks mighty tired. I don't know when he came back to the hold, but if there is any way to talk to him, please get him back here to rest. Our group isn't going so strong right now..."

Ren tilted his head down.."I know. I will try my best." He got up from the ledge and walked into his room and shut the door. On his bed he opened the pages to the journal which had belonged to a girl named Nicole.