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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 8:05 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 12:24 pm
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Pat woke up to the sound of zombies moaning...He grunted, dried blood showering from his forehead as he raised it from the blood encrusted floor of his squad's chopper. he slowly got up onto one knee and checked he still had everything. satisfied he had all his weapons he stood up, then jumped back against the open edge of the chopper. Around him, his entire squad, except the ones who had died in the crash had re-animated. Patrick looked over to the other side of the chopper, a zombie's head and one arm were sticking out through the rubble on the other side, it must have bitten one of his unconcious squadmates, who then started a similar cycle, the only reason he was alive was because he had passed out on the floor. He grabbed his pack from the ground and slung it onto his back before pulling out his Desert Eagle. He closed his eyes as he shot each of his six squadmates in between the eyes. when he was done, he snatched their dog tags off of their necks and put them in his pack. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was and what he could do to escape..
Patrick slowly lowered himself by a length of cable down the side of the building the chopper had crashed into. Every few seconds or so he would glance at the windows in front of him to check if there were zombies in the room. He was beggining to think he would have to rappel all the way to the bottom when suddenly the chopper he had attatched his line to began to slide out of place... Patrick searched franticly for a window. The chopper slid more, now two thirds leaning off of the edge. Patrick closed his eyes and undid the clasp on his rappeling line then swung through the window, his motion pulling the chopper over the edge as he smashed through the glass.
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Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 2:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 2:38 pm
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Patrick coughed up blood. He slowly shifted into a position where he was leaning against a broken desk. His mind raced through what had happened in the past five hours. He'd been briefed on his mission, they were to sweep over central N.Y.C and evac any survivors they found easy enough...they'd been flying over the Bronx, or was it Brooklyn? when the chopper had gone down, and then...Patrick shook his head, clearing his mind, he had to focus on surviving right now. Patrick slowly looked down at his body, his kevlar battle-dress was torn in the right leg by a piece of glass from the window, leaving a bloody furrow along his right leg. Patrick grunted as he put weight on the leg to go find his pack, he flicked on the flashlight on his Desert Eagle as he scoped out the room. After a few minutes of searching his flashlight fell on the pack and he pulled out some bandages...
Patrick slowly opened the door to the stairs to the roof, he stepped inside the stairway. so far so good, he stepped cautiously onto the first step and began climbing. Suddenly as he rounded onto the second flight of stairs something large and cold slammed into him, he grunted, rolling to the side and throwing out his free hand, clocking the zombie in the jaw. He quickly swung his Desert Eagle back into position and fired, putting a hole in the middle of the Zombie's head. Patrick's shoulders relaxed. After killing a zombie he wasn't feeling so vulnerable anymore, he reloaded his clip for good measure then began climbing the stairs again.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 10:24 pm
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With the ciggarette lit and held between his teeth quickly raised his arms, a reaction he had developed, when he saw the gun pointed at him, "Woah! Eh mate, you din't say nothing about your mission. I was just being polite an' sociable to the guy I graciously offered my place to for the night." Forgetting the gun for a moment though, Balan lowered his arms and leaned toward Jack, "Waait a sec', you're looking for a cure then? Well I'll be damned. Maybe I could help you out? The hospital I used to work at kept records and samples of the virus. It's a bit dangerous though, I could never go in myself, not so well armed ya see."
He took a deep drag on his smoke, "I don't think they ever found a real cure there, just a placebo to make 'em think they was safe, ya know? Even if they was found out, not like there'd be anyone living to complain about it and take their money back." He thumped a fist into an open palm, "Bunch'a blighters those assholes were. I'd like to make a real one though..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 5:58 am
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Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 8:26 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 5:37 am
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Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 12:33 pm
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Patrick inhaled a deep breath before kicking in the door to the roof. Instantly several zombies started moving towards him. He aimed his Desert Eagles in opposite directions and blew the brains out of two zombies. His eyes shifted into focus more. He smiled lightly, this was what he needed. some simple combat to get his morale back up. He aimed his Desert Eagles again, this time only one zombie went down, the other bullet went through the second's throat, he turned, firing on the nearest zombie, clipping it in the hip and the side of the head. He spun around, kicking the oncoming zombie he'd shot in the throat in the chest before firing his last bullet in the clips he was using into its head. He placed his desert eagles back in their hip holsters and began to reach for two fresh clips when the zombie he'd crippled grabbed his leg and moved to bite through the bandage. He roared, ripping his machete out of its sheath on his left calve and shoved it into the zombie's mouth, using its mommentum from the bite to chop its head off of its spine and lower jaw. He sighed, kicking the dead body off of his leg before walking over to the rolling head and kicking it off of the roof. He reached into his pack and pulled out two flare guns, then fired them off into the sky.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 4:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 12:23 am
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*Suddenly everyones radio's go off.*
Attention all survivors who can hear this message! This is Rei Kuroniko, I'm a search and rescue Specialist for the U.S. Marine Corps, and Anyone who can hear me, respond! My executive order was to save as many survivors as possible, and bring them to SZ-Delta a rumored Military Safe zone also rumored to be called "Paradise". Anyone who can hear this, I will come to the aid of whoever needs me, I have been trained to eradicate hordes of the bio hazards at a time, I will come to anyone who wants to get out of this god forsaken place. Respond so I can Help! This is a two way radio so People can talk to me, its also rigged for all frequencies, even military channels, so I can and will respond to all messages, even flares for those who have only a one way radio, Respond!
*Radio becomes silent, and then message plays again.*
(Read my bio please!) http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=17297739&page=2
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 6:54 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 12:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 7:14 am
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Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes Vice Captain
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