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 Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 2:13 pm
The door shut behind Anderson and Jeffery. "The hell?" The radio boomed. "Everyone, get out of here now! There's a bunch of killers on board! everyone out! get to the snowmobiles and wait for everyone!" "Anderson, open the door!" Jeff yelled. Anderson tried to open it but was unsucessful. Jeff turned on the lights, they where in the infirmary. There was blood and guts everywhere, like something from a horror movie. Anderson started to cough. "Jeff.... I... dont... Feel... Very... well..." He whispered. Then something moved and jumped out. Jeff took his ice pick out and hit it in the face. He stabbed it in the eye. The thing was unreal. A zombie? Jeff looked at Anderson, he didnt look to well. "You okay bud?" No response. "Anderson? You okay?" no response. Then he hissed at Jeff. He was bleeding out of his neck. "Hey... Wait a second." Jeff made up his mind and hit anderson in the face with a shovel. He stumbled backwards and then straitened up. Anderson started to charge Jeff. He took the sharp part of the shovel and slit his throat and kicked him over. Jeff stole his gun and shot it in the face. He took the radio, "This is Jeffery, I am stuck, Anderson Dead, Help ASAP." he said into it.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 3:04 pm
(an ice pick I understand...But where the hell did you get a shovel? and a bite won't turn you that quickly unless it's to the neck or face. It's a good post, you just need to edit it.)
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 3:06 pm
N for Notorious Finn rapidly tapped keys on his keyboard, using the "spaces" feature to bring up multiple windows beside each other, "Alright, that seems to co-respond with the specimen we brought back from the edge of the boat." Finn paged the security guard he'd sent to the boat to shoot for the head, "I've dispatched a security guard to assist you, the only way to kill whatever these things are is to cause a fatal force injury to the cranium.". Finn brought up the info on UIS-TOX101, "These things seem to carry an unknown toxin, I'd avoid any bites or scratches from them, do you see a black liquid anywhere on its person?" "Screw security, they won't be here in time! We have to leave, now! Jeffery, Anderson, if you can hear me, get out now. You got exactly thirty seconds to be withing sight before we leave you. We'll leave your snowmobiles, but we WILL leave you!" Joe shouted into the radio, "Finn, call back your security! We're heading back to Bravo in thirty seconds! Will tell you about what happened then."
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 9:05 am
"Screw security, they won't be here in time! We have to leave, now! Jeffery, Anderson, if you can hear me, get out now. You got exactly thirty seconds to be withing sight before we leave you. We'll leave your snowmobiles, but we WILL leave you!" Joe shouted into the radio. Jeff heard, he kicked down the door. He ran out of the room and skidded and then ran down the blood covered corridor. Something blocked his way, a huge a** fat guy. He knew it was infected by whatever got Anderson. He shot it in the chest but it didnt do anything. It started to walk toward him. Shitt... Jeff only had 15 seconds left. It charged him, a stupid thing walked out of a door and got trampled. Just before the thing almost got to him, he moved out of the way and the thing flew down the corridor and exploded from hitting the wall. Jeff ran to the side of the ship. It was leaning on one side so he jumped off the side that was facing upwards. CRAPPPP. He touched the side, he got cut by a couple of barnacles and other thing and then skid off, he must of been in the air forever. He hit the ground and rolled.He got up and ran to the others. He was panting, and what he said came out like this "whhhhaaah waa -cough pant- thaaaaa" He was freezing from the inside out.
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 1:34 pm
(sorry about the shovel comment, I reread that post adn saw it. But for one there are no boomers...so theres no way the zombie could have exploded. The ship isn't leaning to a side, just so you know.)
Joe looked on as he saw Jeffery jump off the side of the ship and land on a small ice ramp that stopped halfway up the hull, allowing Jeffery to roll down.
"Jeffery, they're coming, hurry!" Joe shouted as two dozen zombies started sliding down the ice ramp and making their way towards Joe.
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 1:57 pm
ZombieApocalypseSurvivor (sorry about the shovel comment, I reread that post adn saw it. But for one there are no boomers...so theres no way the zombie could have exploded. The ship isn't leaning to a side, just so you know.) Joe looked on as he saw Jeffery jump off the side of the ship and land on a small ice ramp that stopped halfway up the hull, allowing Jeffery to roll down. "Jeffery, they're coming, hurry!" Joe shouted as two dozen zombies started sliding down the ice ramp and making their way towards Joe. ((What i ment by explode is run into the wall and splat)) Jeff jumped onto the snowmobile and started it up. The engine roared to life and Jeff revved the engine and he was off. He had to buckle his hat to keep it on because he was going so fast. Jeff wanted to go to home and lie down so he could warm himself and get some rest. What was going on in there?
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 12:34 pm
(My net went dumb and didnt post my original reply, so I'm typing this instead to tell you I'll reply tomorrow cuz it's really late now, so wait for me please.)
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 1:41 pm
Joe and Clyde pulled up to the research station, seeing two members of a rival research team loading up some snowmobiles for a day of filming. The two teams didn't exactly get along, always sabotaging the others equipment and stuff like that. But still, Joe didn't want them to get killed.
"Hey, Fred, Al, get inside, now!" Joe shouted, jumping off of his snowmobile as it rolled to a stop.
"No way man! our flock just arrived and we gotta go film. How do we know it isn't some trick so we stay ehre and you film our flock?" Fred said as Al set equipment on a sled tied to a snowmobile.
"Listen to me Goddammit! There are killers coming this way! You have to get inside!" Joe shouted as Clyde ran inside to tell the others what was going on.
"No way! We're going to go film and then come back. We ain't falling for any more of your tricks," Fred said in response.
"Fine! This is your last chance. Once that door closes, it ain't opening again!" Joe shouted as he ran inside, turning around as he spoke and grabbing the door to close it if they refused.
"We already told you, we're not going inside!" Al shouted.
"I tried to warn you," Joe said, closing the thick door and locking it.
"Maybe we should listen to him, he sounds serious," Fred said in a fearful and uneasy tone.
"Relax, he-s just trying to-" Al tried to say, but was pulled down from behind, a sharp pain surging through his body from his neck, "Gahh!"
Fred watched as a man bit into Al's neck. He ran to the door and banged on it.
"Please, le tme in! Please, oh, God I don't want to die! I don't want to-" he tried shouting but was puleld down by the man as he screamed.
Joe ran to his room and pushed his dresser in front of the inwards swinging door. As he looked up, he saw Al and Fred get attacked by a man that seemed to be biting and eating them.
"Alrgiht, Come on! Let's get every entrance, exit and window bariccaded pronto! Clyde! Keep an Eye on the back door for Jeffery! Open it when he comes in, and then replace the barricade!" Joe shouted throughout the facility as he stripped himself down to one layer as he walked down the hallway.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 8:28 am
Jeff made it to the base. But more of those odd-a** things were there, eating corspses. Oh Crap, i hope thats not Joe. Jeff shot them both, blood splattered onto the door. But they didnt die. Jeff shot them again, this time in the head. One stumbled backwards and the other just fell over to the side. Jeff ran up and knocked on the door. "Its me, Jeffery. Lemme in!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 8:58 am
(Just so you guys know, I haven't forgotten about my participation in this roleplay. I'm simply waiting for someone to arrive in the infirmary.)
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 11:57 am
(I heven't, prepare to get busy)
Joe was helping barriccade a window at the end of the main hallway when he heard gunshots outside. He tunred and saw Jeffery banging on the door, begging to be let in. Joe ran up to the door.
"I can't open this one! Go around to the back entrance! It's unblocked, but not for long!" Joe shouted, turning around to help with barriccading when Clyde approached him.
"Hey man, I thin kwe have a problem," Clyde said.
"No s**t, Sherlock! That's what I'm-" Joe stopped cold as CLyde showed him his forearm. A gash was in teh center of it, as if it was bitten. It was bleeding pretty badly, covering his arm.
"When did ths happen?" Joe asked, "It doesn't matter right now. We need to get you to the infirmary!."
Joe grabbed CLyde's hand and puleld him along, "Move! Out of teh way!" He shouted at people as he ran to the infirmary, "Medic! We need a medic!" Joe shouted, hoping the medic would hear and be mentally prepared for what was coming their way.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 5:22 pm
Finn sighed as he turned his mic off, whatever the hell was going on he needed to get to the bottom of it. He checked his pager, he'd sent a message to the security dispatch a few minutes ago with no reply, he hoped they were alright. He looked hesitantly towards the key ring on his belt for a moment before snatching it up and walking to the door of the lab and into the hallway.
A few moments later, Finn had arrived at the security lockup. He turned the key in the lock, checking to make sure that he didn't break the relatively chilly key in the lock and turned it, popping the security door open. Finn opened the door and slipped in, checking what they had. Finn pulled his old battered blackberry from his lab coat pocket and took a quick stock of what they had:
Assault Rifles:
AK-47 x2
AK-74 Carbine x1
Sub-Machine Guns:
MP5K x1
Sidearms:
Glock 22 x1
.44 Raging Bull Magnum x1
Makarov Pistol x2
Shotguns:
SPAS 12 x1
Saiga Shotgun x1
Rifles:
N/A
Finn pulled his lab coat off for a moment and hung it on the grip of one of the 74's and grabbed a shoulder holster and a Glock 22. His hand lingered over the grip of one of the Makarov Pistols left by their ex-Spetsnaz Chief of Security, but thought better of it and slid the 22 into the shoulder holster. He grabbed his lab coat and pulled it on over the holster, grabbing one of the two 74 carbines from the rack and slinging it over his shoulder. He walked out the door and paged the other researchers to arm themselves in case of a attack on the facility by what he suspected were bio-terrorists.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 9:39 pm
"Medic!" Joe shouted, supporting Clyde on his shoulder, "We need a medic!"
Liz ran to meet Joe at the door to the infirmary. She was wearing a mask on her face and gloves on her hands. Her white coat and clothes were splattered with blood.
Things were getting quite hectic in the infirmary. When she first heard that the supply ship had crashed into the shelf, she began preparing for imminent arrivals. Nothing, however, could have prepared her for this. People were being brought in from every corner of the base. The strange thing was, most of them were her own. Her own people. Stranger still, most of them, if not all of them, had been bitten. Bitten by human teeth.
Liz's current theory was that some kind of mass hysteria had struck the crew of the supply ship, rendering them violent. It explained very neatly why the ship had crashed into the shelf and why the crew was attacking and biting the rescue parties. The question nagging at Liz's mind was, what had caused the hysteria?
Liz quickly examined Clyde's arm. The wound was definitely a bite wound. It oozed blood, along with the same, viscous black substance she'd discovered in each wound on each patient. "Surprise, surprise," she said, more to herself than to either Joe or Clyde, "Another bite." She escorted Clyde to a nearby cot and sat him down, then drew a syringe from her coat pocket. She'd taken to carrying them around with her. "I'm going to give you an injection of lidocaine to numb the pain," she said, and stabbed him with it. She then proceeded to flush out the wound, first with clean water, then with an antiseptic solution. "You're going to need stitches," she told Clyde.
She sounded as if she'd done this countless times before. The fact of the matter was, she had. She'd done this so many times, she was basically on autopilot. She was more concerned with the cause of this catastrophe than its effects. That's what they'd taught her in med school: treat the disease, alleviate the symptoms.
Liz was determined to get to the bottom of this, one way or another.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 1:27 pm
(Notorious, I assume you're a US government agent in that base. Otherwise, you don't have any guns. And none of the other bases have guns. Remember, all the bases are research outposts, and no need for guns or swords (I mention swords just so I don't leave any out of the ordinary weapon out), so no other bases have guns. The underground tunnels (which no one knows about yet) lead to research labs that have guns).
"So what's the verdict, doc?" Joe asked as he watched her stab a needle into Clyde, "Will he survive?" Joe then looked around and saw several other patients lying on beds, pale and sweating with bite marks on various parts of their body, "When did all these come in?"
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