The USS Harry S. Truman.(ZombieApocalypseSurvivor)

[N for Notorious]

Jason supervised a few gang members, a welding mask over his eyes, as well as over the gang members'. At all of the doors to the east side, the locks were slowly being welded closed and the joints of the doors fused to the walls. They had a few sets of welding equipment they'd stolen from the supply room a while back for when they got caught stealing from the store room, as well as some equipment to re-open the doors if they ever needed to. Jason walked back to the temporary com room and sat down with the others. The asian boy from earlier, Tommy, placed a blueprint of the aircraft carrier on the table. Jason looked it over, marking
each place where the ventilation shafts could be opened into the hallways and storerooms. Jason looked at the shaft to the store room, "This will definitely be useful if we have to bail and grab any supplies left, but we need to keep people watching the shafts, they could just as easily come into the east side the way we're going into the west. Tommy nodded, "I'll get someone on it right away boss." the boy rushed off out the door. Jason reloaded the magazine of his Glock, "We need to take stock of our ammo for when the guards try and catch us."  

[Envoy_of_The Funk]

Michael walked threw the crowded lines of tents, his G18 hidden from view. He moved toward where the edge of the carrier, another boat visible in the distance. It was a much smaller boat possibly a fishing vessel. The ships existence mattered little. They could do nothing for the operators of the vessel if there were any. The carrier could hold hold any more survivors, they had barely enough room to move around. He stood there looking out onto the ocean hoping that they would land one day. The ship had been at sea for so long that Michael had forgotten what land looked and felt like.  

[ZombieApocalypseSurvivor]

"Attention: Ship spotted off port bow. Boarding crew prepare for immediate launch," the captain said over the ship's intercom.

"Sigh. Well, there goes the day off," Joe said, standing up and pulling on his shirt and vest, "Let's go. I'd hate to miss our boat. Gotta get new armor at the armory before we go though. Hopefully we getta use my baby for this one."

Joe stood up, walking out of teh room and down to the armory.  

[Fondateur]

Richter followed Joe. "And what baby would that be? I didn't know you smuggled one on board...Maybe that would explain the smell in our room." He snickered.  

[ZombieApocalypseSurvivor]

Joe ignored the comment and walked into the Armory. He showed his badge and ID to the guard and walked into the large room lined with several types of weapons. He walked straight over to the machine gun aisle, grabbing a SAW, along with two belst of ammo, which he put across his torso in an X shape. He then loaded a box of ammointo the SAW and made sure the safety was on.

"THIS baby," Joe said, a smirk on his face, "Sure, it's heavy, and sure, I can't carry any other weapon, but, hell is it sweet! What are you gonna grab? You gonna fail at trying to be an epic duel weilder with teh Deagles, like that one time on that pirate ship last year?" Joe laughed jokingly at the memory, "I had to save your a** with my MP5."  

[N for Notorious]

Jason slipped through a vent into the west side of the ship. he was covered in a guard's uniform they'd stolen from some guy who had been jumped in the crapper. He wore heavy goggles that obscured his eyes and a bandana over his mouth up to his eyes, he had removed the name tag and they had forged him a new one, hopefully it passed. Jason walked into the armoury, nodded politely at Joe and Richter and walked over to a wall of the armoury. beneath his bandana and goggles he fumed silently, one of those guys was the one he had shot, he was sure of it..how was he walking around, carrying a SAW now. Jason swore mutely as he picked out two weapons from the wall, a SPAS shotgun and a .357 revolver. He preferred his Glock, but it could give him away, he hadn't seen many guards with them so far. He slid the .357's holster over one should, and held the Spas at the ready, he had to be careful, no stowing a weapon in the back of his Pants or they'd know he wasn't a guard, no back talk, no impolite jokes, nothing that could give him away. Jason walked out of the Armoury and went to the boarding vessel.  

[Fondateur]

"Nope...I'm gonna win at using just a knife and a single Deagle." He smirked as he grabbed one off the rack and holstered it. "Aaaand maybe a Carbine for backup." He laughed as he grabbed one off the rack. "Bring'em on!" He shouted as he loaded his Carbine.  

[ZombieApocalypseSurvivor]

Joe followed the guy with the goggles out of the armory to the boarding ship. He had a strange feeling of deja-vu, as if he had seen the man before. He jsut shrug off the feeling. After all, even though there were thousands of people on teh ship, he was garunteed to have run into the guy in front of him at one point in time. Joe boarded the boarding craft, sitting in the back as several other guards trickled through the shacks to the boarding craft.  

[Envoy_of_The Funk]

Michael walked over to the boarding crew as they entered the small boat. It was a small group, but they were well equip. He then looked back out at the small boat. It would be a close quarters battle if there were any infected on the boat. The guns they were taking would serve almost no purpose. The heavy machine guns would tear strait threw the boat. Not to mention they are meant for hordes of zombies as the boat could possible only hold around twenty. He looked at the crew that was to investigate the vessel. "If you can keep the boat intact we could send a group out to try and find land, and supplies. Anything would help we are runny so low here. If they could get supplies and bring it back we would have to ration so much food. Several die from hunger and disease every day."  

[ZombieApocalypseSurvivor]

"We'll do what we can. No garuntees though. With any luck, it was a colony ship that got infected early. Then we can kill Zack, get the supplies and siphon the fuel. If there's people on board, hopefully they are at least willing to trade. They won't last very long if they're hostile," Joe said, motioning to his SAW. The wench screeched as the boat was lowered to the water. Once it touched the water, the driver put it into full throttle, racing towards the strange ship several miles into the distance.  

[Fondateur]

Richter was just sitting next to Joe all silent. He took a cigarette and lit it up. He checked all his weapons and made sure they were loaded. Then he took a headband from his pocket and tied it around his head. Then he just sat there looking out at the water.  

[ZombieApocalypseSurvivor]

After about twenty minutes of watching the ship get larger and larger, Joe saw that the ship used to be a Red Cross Evacuation ship.

"Lock and load people! We gotta Hospital ship, it's probably crawling with Zack! Keep safeties off, watch your fire, and gather any supplies you find. Hopefully it isn't totally looted. Who knows, maybe it was abandoned, or Zack walked right off the ship. But there will probably still be some in the lower decks, so be careful! Richter, you lead red team down to the lower decks. Blue team, you're with me. We're checking the bridge and the the upper decks," Joe shouted to the people on the boat as they pulled up next to it. The boat stopped near a low walkway near the water.

"Up and over, let's move! Tie the boat to the railing!" Joe shotued, hopping over the railing, leading blue team up the stairs to the poop deck. They did a quick visual scan before venturing on into the tents and structures on the deck.  

[Fondateur]

"Man...Why couldn't I just go solo?" He muttered to himself as he walked to the lower decks with red team. "Alright everyone, stay close, keep your eyes peeled and all that bullshit." It was dark and hard to see. "Lights on everyone." Everyone turned their lights on and illuminated the dark halls. "It smells like hell down here..." Richter muttered to himself.  

[N for Notorious]

Jason went below deck with Red team, he figured he should give Joe space so he wouldn't recognize him. Besides that he had a feeling most of the supplies would be in the hold, on the upper levels. Jason followed the guards, his SPAS cocked and ready to go, it was switched to Auto so he could fire the whole clip off at any enemies quickly. Jason watched as they approached the hold. His empty duffel bag for bringing back supplies was ready to be loaded up with medical supplies when he found them. Jason readied his SPAS as they opened the door to the main hold and walked in, there didn't seem to be any infected here, yet. Jason walked over to a medical cabinet and dumped several packages of pills and green leaves into the duffel bag, then grabbed some rubbing alcohol and putting it in the duffel bag. Jason thought about it for a moment, most food would be in the kitchen freezers, but for dry goods, they might be in the hold. Jason looked around and smiled beneath his bandana when he found a number of canned foods near the back of the hold. Jason was zipping the now full Duffel bag up when he heard it. a loud moaning sound coming from the door to the hold. Jason and the others in his team turned and looked at the source of the noise, before anyone could react the zombie had bitten one of the boarding party on the throat and more entered the room. Jason kept to the side of the hold as the others' gunfire drew the infected horde to them. Jason shot a zombie in the doorway with the SPAS, sending it flying back out the doorway. Jason turned and slammed the hold's door shut and turned the hatch to lock it. Jason walked over to the infected and shot it in the head before running upstairs, several infected following him. He shot one in the chest and another in the head to keep them back before he reached the top of the stairs. He slammed the door to the ship's interior closed and turned the hatch to shut it again. He ran to the boarding boat and jumped in, he grabbed a radio and yelled into it, in a mock irish accent, "The infected have taken control of the lower decks of the ship, repeat, the infected have the lower decks."  

[ZombieApocalypseSurvivor]

Joe took pont as he and his team went from tent to tent. Luckily, most of the supplies were still on the ship, just scattered about all over the place. The person designated as the supply carrier carried a box to put the supplies in.

"Poop deck clear, moving to Bridge," Joe said into his ear mic, letting both his team and Red team and the people on the bridge of teh Truman could hear where they were going.

Suddenly, there was gunfire from below decks. Blue team ran to teh door to the lower deck, but saw someone wearing a mask and goggles shut and latc it, running to the boat.

"Ace, Mac, open those doors! Get our men outta ther! Watch for infected! Ghost, Snipes, Go with them!" Joe shouted as the four others opened the door, mowing down the infected as they made their way down to the hold.

Joe ran over to the boat jsut as the man finished talking in a fake Irish accent.

"Get outta the boat, now! Or, God help me, I wil lshoot you on the spot!" Joe said, pointing his SAW at the man's head, "Ace, Mac, Ghost, Snipes, SitRep, Now!"

"cough cough Ace is dead! We're heavily outnumbered! We made it to the hold, and we are exfiling as we speak! Get ready out there, we won't have much time, they're right behind us!" Snipes said through the microphone.