Ontario

[TK-Ninjablackout]

Vincent wakes up lying down on a bed in a hospital, he stood up and found dead bodies all around him. He got up and started walking. He was being really careful not to make any noise or step on any of the dead bodies.

"What the hell happened here?"

He continued walking looking for a way out. He finds the exit, and without deciding to check he walks outside. He sees more dead bodies. He sees a dead cop body and rushes over to see if he could find anything. He finds K100 and a nightstick. He takes both of them and continues looking around.  

[Envoy_of_The Funk]

Jake looks back at her. "I think it would have to be a small group. I'd like to go it alone because I could partially trick them into me being a soldier, but y'all don't even have uniforms." I could go in alone locate the gas and then radio y'all. That is if we have radios. Then someone could drive the Stryker into the base guns blazing and I fill the tank." He said as they hit a tree and it shattered against the vehicle.  

[NoLifeKing66]

ZombieApocalypseSurvivor

Richie set the flashlight on the bed and grabbed his shoes, dropping them by his bed as he pulled his jeans over his boxers and threw his jacket on. He pulled his shoes onto his feet, grabbing his flashlight and searching his room for a weapon. After a moment of searching the mostly bare room, he hobble-ran downstairs to the hallway, finding a closet under the stairs with a toolbox in it. He rummaged through it in the darkness and snatched up the hammer just as more he heard another scream, this time from just across the street.

"Maryse, do NOT lock the door behind me! Make sure the back door is locked. I'll be right back, see if you can watch the street from the bathroom window! You'll have to be watching my back, okay?" Richie shouted as he reached for the front door, pausing to wait for her response.

Maryse nearly ran right into Richie as he emerged from his room, fully dressed and flashlight in-hand. She punched his shoulder. "Watch where you're going!" she hissed. "For all you knew, I could have been a zombie, and you could have been dead."

She followed Richie as he carefully descended the stairs and sought a weapon from the toolbox in the closet underneath. Another scream sounded in the darkness, and Maryse raised her beretta, switching off the safety. "It's coming from across the street," she whispered.

"Maryse," Richie began, "do not lock the door behind me! Make sure the back door is locked. I'll be right back. See if you can watch the street from the bathroom window! You'll have to be watching my back, okay?"

Maryse nodded. "Oui," she said.

She ran to the back door of the house to make sure it was locked. It was. She remembered that she had locked it earlier; even in the safe zone, Maryse hadn't felt truly safe. Without missing a step, she rushed back toward the front of the house, down the hall, and into the washroom. Richie was right; she had a clear view of the street from the washroom window. It was dark. Too dark too see anything clearly. The military didn't have the resources to spare to bring electricity to the Quarter. She could just barely make out black shapes shambling about. Silhouettes. Zombie silhouettes.

"Zombies!" she screamed.

A sizable group of them appeared to be pouring out of one of the houses across the street.


(F.Y.I., my current idea is that some areas of the sewers are infested with zombies, and they've found a way up and out onto the streets through the basement of one of the houses. I think it's as good an explanation as any.)  

[XXDemonic TwinkieXX]

"Speak for yourself I actually have my uniform in my backpack." Matthew finishes cleaning his 44. magnum, he slips the magnum in his gun belt and puts the rag in his pocket. Matthew closes his eyes and starts to doze off. He has a dream about the war in Afghanistan he remembers how his skilled team of militia was abandoned, because of the war crimes they committed in Iraq. He also remembers he getting stripped of the rank general. Matthew lets out a deep sigh and lets his dream begin. Matthew wakes up ten minutes later slightly scared by the dream that he had.  

[qbal99]

"Yes, and you're also the only one of us that would blow our cover on sight." John said, steadying himself against the wall as they drove though the rough road. "Me and Dan have uniforms and no one knows us, so we could come along if you need us." He pointed to a highway exit ahead. "Take that exit and keep going straight, we'll get to Hamilton in a few minutes."  

[ZombieApocalypseSurvivor]

NoLifeKing66

ZombieApocalypseSurvivor

Richie set the flashlight on the bed and grabbed his shoes, dropping them by his bed as he pulled his jeans over his boxers and threw his jacket on. He pulled his shoes onto his feet, grabbing his flashlight and searching his room for a weapon. After a moment of searching the mostly bare room, he hobble-ran downstairs to the hallway, finding a closet under the stairs with a toolbox in it. He rummaged through it in the darkness and snatched up the hammer just as more he heard another scream, this time from just across the street.

"Maryse, do NOT lock the door behind me! Make sure the back door is locked. I'll be right back, see if you can watch the street from the bathroom window! You'll have to be watching my back, okay?" Richie shouted as he reached for the front door, pausing to wait for her response.

Maryse nearly ran right into Richie as he emerged from his room, fully dressed and flashlight in-hand. She punched his shoulder. "Watch where you're going!" she hissed. "For all you knew, I could have been a zombie, and you could have been dead."

She followed Richie as he carefully descended the stairs and sought a weapon from the toolbox in the closet underneath. Another scream sounded in the darkness, and Maryse raised her beretta, switching off the safety. "It's coming from across the street," she whispered.

"Maryse," Richie began, "do not lock the door behind me! Make sure the back door is locked. I'll be right back. See if you can watch the street from the bathroom window! You'll have to be watching my back, okay?"

Maryse nodded. "Oui," she said.

She ran to the back door of the house to make sure it was locked. It was. She remembered that she had locked it earlier; even in the safe zone, Maryse hadn't felt truly safe. Without missing a step, she rushed back toward the front of the house, down the hall, and into the washroom. Richie was right; she had a clear view of the street from the washroom window. It was dark. Too dark too see anything clearly. The military didn't have the resources to spare to bring electricity to the Quarter. She could just barely make out black shapes shambling about. Silhouettes. Zombie silhouettes.

"Zombies!" she screamed.

A sizable group of them appeared to be pouring out of one of the houses across the street.


(F.Y.I., my current idea is that some areas of the sewers are infested with zombies, and they've found a way up and out onto the streets through the basement of one of the houses. I think it's as good an explanation as any.)

(yay!!! zombie killing! lol)

Richie was already across the street when he heard teh word 'zombie' from Maryse. he looked around and saw several shapes all up and down the street. there were more screams now, from more places, both far and near.

Suddenly, Riche felt a great deal of pressure on his shoulders as he was thrown to the ground. As he hit the ground he saw a dark silhouette standing next to him bend over his body. Richie insinctively swung the hammer into the zombies head.

"Die, you zombie b***h!" he shouted as he hit the zombie's head once more, then pushing it aside. He stood up and saw at least six more zombies that had gotten close to him during his brawl. He saw an opening between two of them and hobbled as fast as he could towards it.

"Maryse, cover fire danger close!!! I'm waving my hand in the air, shot everything around me!" Richie shouted, having his left hand in the air, his right hand ready with the hammer  

[YouAskMeToDance]

She caught her balance, moving towards the side as she listened to everyone's comments. "Well, if it's undercover work and I have to wear a uniform..I want no part in that." She pauses, putting her hands behind her head,"Unless I also dress as a dude, because my features will show and personally I hate showing them. As stupid as that may be.." Alex finishes, trying to say she hated any tight clothing. In truth, she hated when others saw any curves she did have, yet no matter what she said it seemed no one could understand why.  

[XXDemonic TwinkieXX]

Matthew looks over over to Alex. "You are just like my ex girl friend. Only some military uniforms are tight unlike mine but since people know who I am it doesn't really matter." Matthew leans back against the seat, taking out his magnum again and starts looking at it strangely noticing it had a red seal on it.  

[YouAskMeToDance]

"I would prefer if you didn't compare me..." Alex mutters, yet loud enough to hear. Somewhat hating to be compared with other people. She looks back out one of the windows, slightly daydreaming out of boredom. As her daydream progressed, her hand reached towards her necklace of charms. Each charm representing one she had lost, though some weren't even charms. She sighs, drawing her hand back in case any flashbacks would occur.  

[XXDemonic TwinkieXX]

Matthew stops paying attention to his magnum and looks over at Alex. "Is is something wrong with you being compared to people. I really don't find it a big deal really."  

[YouAskMeToDance]

She blinks, looking over to Matt as he spoke. "To be compared, I see more meaning behind it then most...you probably don't, which is why you 'don't find it a big deal'." Alex stated plainly, quoting him, then looked back out the window. Jumping a bit as one of the pieces of tree bark slammed against it.  

[XXDemonic TwinkieXX]

Matthew starts to chuckle that she sassed him and quoted him exactly. "Alex I like your spunk and your attitude." Matthew says blankly.

((We need to get out of this stryker I am sick of posting 2 liners.))  

[YouAskMeToDance]

It seemed she was too distracted as she simply shrugs in reply. I wonder if it'll rain..? I hope it does soon, it's been too long. She pouts slightly, recalling how it rained a few weeks ago. Alex looks back, grabbing one of her packs then took out a water bottle. Sipping it lightly before throwing the pack back where it was before.  

[TK-Ninjablackout]

Vincent wasn't sure how long he's been walking, but he knew it's been awhile. Vincent saw a bench and walked slowly to it. He got to it and sat down staring at streetlight that was still flickering. He heard a noise behind him and turned around. He couldn't see anything.

"Who's there?" He said loudly.

No answer. He turned back around and saw 5 distant figures in the background. They walked closer towards him. Vincent took out the K100 and held it in his right hand and held the knight stick in the other. He pointed the K100 at the distant figures.  

[NoLifeKing66]

Maryse could hear Richie, but she couldn't see him. She couldn't see anything except for the beam of his flashlight, waving wildly to and fro, like a searchlight. She watched and waited. She didn't want to risk taking a shot and hitting him.

Finally, she saw him: he was down, pinned by a zombie. He had dropped his flashlight, and it lay on the ground nearby, illuminating the scene with its bright, white light. She was about to shoot the zombie off of him when he swung the hammer into its head twice, splattering blood and bone and brain matter all over the place. He pushed the zombie aside and stood up, then ran into the swarm. She could still make him out in the beam of his flashlight.

"Maryse, cover fire!" Richie shouted, "I'm waving my hand in the air! Shoot everything around me!"

Maryse lined up her shot and pulled the trigger. Once. Twice. Three times. She pulled the trigger again and again and again. She watched her targets carefully. All she could see was their silhouettes, so she had to study the way they moved to determine whether they were alive or undead.

"Richie!" she screamed, "Get back in the house! We have to call for help!"