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 Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 3:35 pm
Light streamed in through the window blinds, illuminating a room that has seen to many shades of grey, and not enough sun.
I pulled the covers off of me, and sat on the edge of the bed and looked around. Yep, I was still alive. I got up and went to the window and looked out at the streets filled with trash, blood, and the all to regular overturned car. Not surprisingly there were no infected out yet, or none that I could see anyway. They usually get more active later in the day.
I turned away from the window and got dressed, securing my belt and holstering my firearm. Yawning, I opened the door and walked out into the hall. Already my crew was sitting together eating their pathetic meals that is our breakfast; a piece of bread, water, and the occasional onion. As I entered the room my men gave me a gesture saying 'goodmorning' as I took my seat at the front of the room. I looked at all of them and said "Sound off!".
*this will be our roleplaying thread, where we can play and progress a story dealing with zombies. Choose who you want to be and join the fun*
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 4:17 pm
Kassy woke earlier that morning, to the sounds of her screaming form a terrible nightmare. The sight of zombies trailing along pouncing onto her parnets and ripping their limbs off one by one in a blood pool of dispare.
Kassy was alone inthe world, all she had was her mother and father, and now their were corpse digusting in the nonliving body of a rotting zombie. The thought turned her stomach, but she was powerless to help. After the attack of the zombie, Kassy struggled for her survival, drinking the dew from the hopless morning off of tree leaves from the remainds of a lost battle between other humans and zombies. For days she struggled till zombie finally caught up with her. She ran as fast as she could, tripping over her ragged blood soaked shoes. She was tired and weak and finally stumbled and fell to the floor, rolling in to the dirt that was mixed with blood and lost body parts. Despertaly crawling away for her survival, a zombie grasp her ankle with it's rotting cold hand, slowly dragging her to them to devore on her flesh and inners. She let out a blood crudling scream as load as she could, hoping someone would hear her and ome to her aid. The zombie held her up by her ankle, upside down as the others were approching to grabher arms and gel to rip her into fours like four horses pulling apart a man, when a gun rang out. A zombe howled as it fell to the ground. three more guns sound out. As the other zombies feel. Such guns use to terrify Kassy, but know they were sound of savor. As she looked up she saw a group of people standing over her.
"Are you alright?" a woman said.
"uh.. I supose I am." she said as her voiced shaked.
"It's alright, you're safe now. The Squad is here to help" a mansaid as he smiled.
It's been two years since then. Kassy was still weak and isn't muchof a fighter, but she has improved a great amont. She made her way down the hall turning into the kithen. She sat at the table and stared at her sad excuse for a meal. As she was about to begin eatting, the captain awoke and walked into the kithen. He yawned as he walked in and Kassy smiled. When the captian sound off, Kassy stood and saluted
"Kassy Calidren, fighter in training, sir!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 4:54 pm
I shifted in my seat as I looked out over my Squad. I had cared for and protected all of these people for years, and all of them have become part of the family.
I gave a nod to Kassy and I turned to the rest of my men, obviously too tired or scared for a reply, all of them just nodded at me, which, evidently was good enough for me.
I turned in my seat and picked up my tray of food; water, bread, an onion and even an apple. I guess this is my special day.
I cut it into smaller pieces and handed them off to each member. Everyone needed enough nourishment for today's journey.
Our treck today would push our limits and ultimitely tell us how much more land we can occupy, in our continued efforts to push out the infected. A plague upon our city, and every survivor everywhere...and yet, the world didn't seem to care, for the virus didn't spread to other species. This was our disease, our fight, and the world would continue to turn with, or without us.
As everyone finished their meals, I stood up and addressed them. "Men, today is the day we need to be alert. We are traveling further than ever before today, so stay sharp, and look out for one another. We are heading to point Sierra-01. That is roughly 17 miles to the North-East of here. I know we can do this, so get ready, suit up and we'll all meet in the armory in 30."
I gave them a nod, and they all walked out, knowing what to do. I returned to my room and prepared myself for the task at hand. I strapped on my kevlar vest, and my shin bracers. As I walked out and down to the armory I thought to myself 'this is going to be one hell of a day'.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 8:15 pm
As Kassy pushed her remainds of food around on her plate, listening as the Captian footsteps grew distance till they were silent.
"hmph!" said a voice. Kassy looked over to the source of the grunt. It was Eric, a boy that joined the squad a year after Kassy. He was rebellious and cocky. He beleieved that he would make a better leader then the current leader.
"What makes him thinks he's so great to lead all of us? Is heso great that he can't ever tell us his name?" Eric said, crossing his arm with jealousy in his voice. He began to sloch in his broken, old chair; lifting his foot off the ground and pressing it against the table to make the chair rock on it's hine legs.
"He thinks he's such a bad boy. Jeez.. That's so annoying.." Kassy thought to herself as she glared. Kassy stood from the table, and began to walk out of the kitchen to the weaponaire room (thing >>; ).Eric watched her as she walked, not moving from his curtain position. Then he glared away, strumming his fingers on his other arm as thoughts raced there his mind
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 9:55 pm
By the time I had mopped up the meager ration, I had heard enough. As Kassy left the room I stood up and made my way across the room towards Erik. Catching him off guard, I grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him up to face level. "Listen you little punk," I said, "we are all in this together. We are all fighting to kick out the *G's that decided to set up shop in our town. Now know you are the newest recruit, but there is no ******** excuse to be whining like a b***h over who the leader is. It doesn't ******** matter! We have a more important task at hand, and if that pride of yours ever jeopardizes our cause or the lives of my teammates, I'll make sure that the G's have a nice snack waiting for them." Having said what I wanted, I released him from my grip and walked off towards the armory, leaving him shaken behind me.
[In the armory]
I opened my locker and grabbed all my gear out from inside it, making sure to slip my old copy of the Guide into my pack. The place smelled like gun powder, a familiar smell these days, a welcome smell as I strapped on my vest, leg guards, and arm guards. I wiped off my rifle, a WW2 M1 Garand I had customized with a slot for a night vision or a telescopic scope, both of which I carried around should the need arise. Then I sharpened my machete and finally, my old combat knife, the one I had named "Mr. Stabby". I had removed the serration on the back, as the Guide said, which made it easier to withdraw after penetrating a zombie skull. Once I finished sharpening it, I sheathed it and loaded up on ammo for my rifle. Then I sat down on the bench in silent contemplation as awaited the rest of the group.
*G's: A term from Max Brook's World War Z, a slang term used by troops as another name for zombies.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 5:02 pm
The many sounds of the morning's preparations echo around the domicile, disturbing one's slumber. With a groggy moan, I wake to no one. "Where the heck is everyone?" I ask the ether. Slowly it begins to dawn...
"Frak, I slept in too late again..." With a sigh I get up and quickly assemble the little clothes and possessions I have and stumble toward the door. "Jeese, I hope I haven't missed breakfast".
After finding out that breakfast was over, I headed over to the Tech room and loaded up my usual supplies of drones and remote robotic protectors. Hastily build, these small robots could do their job (if barely) and sacrifice themselves for the good of The Squad, exploding in a small burst of glory against the undead. To scout out and divert any undead threat is their purpose, doing their job like any soldier would.
With the bots loaded up and charged, I head over to the Armory to load up what little firearms were left and strap the ever handy katana and crowbar to my persona. I then hurry toward the assembling group, and catch my fair amount of scorn for sleeping in so much. "Sorry, I was havin' one heck of a dream, hahaha."
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 5:35 pm
Eric stood in the kitchen, feeling defeated. He began to grow a dislike for the guy (No one has said their roleplay character names sweatdrop ). "What's he know.." He began to mumble to himself. He began to walk to the armory room. Avoiding eye contact with everyone, and quickly made his way to his rusting locker. Grabbing his two firearms and continuing to suit up.
Kassy looked into her locker, still unsure of the name of each of the weapons and they way they differ besides the size. She felt stupid if she asked anyone the difference so she stayed to herself. She stared at one of the guns, it's cold metallic casing. Her reflection was scuffed in the gun as she thought about her past. Trying to hold back her tears she puts the gun in it's holder. She grabbed the gleaming sword in the locker that had it's sheath stain in blood from it's past owner. Still in a sensitive mood she ignores the defeat on the sword and strapped it to her hip on her right side
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 11:28 pm
"Status report." I asked Eric. "Green sir, for everyone." I looked at him and then at the others entering the room. "Good." I went over to the front of the room, and addressed everyone on the tasks for the day. "Hopefully you all get a good nights rest, because we are moving out. As you all know, we are heading on over to our new base of operations; Sierra 01-117. Take as much as you can, but don't let it slow you down. We need to arrive there by dusk, any later, and we'll be running dark, and that's not good for anyone."
I turned and looked out over the many eyes staring right back at me. "Some of you are new, a few of you have been here forever, and for those few who have, you know my name. For everyone else, you can just call my 'Z'."
I walked to the left side of the room, and opened a locked metal chest, and pulled out a weapon of choice. My katana. Folded 2000 times, it was the best of its kind, and it has never failed me.
Envious eyes watched it as I clipped it against my back.
"Ok! Listen up!" I roared around the room. "Everyone meet in the main hall, and fall in. We'll most likely hit the ground running, so safety is now off. Stick to your partner and watch each other. Go!"
As everyone nodded and walked out into the hall to prepare for what seemed like a suicide mission, I walked over to Kassy and pulled her aside. "That's a fine weapon you have there." I pointed to her katana against her hip. "Here, take this instead." I handed her a small pistol and a few rounds, and I took her awkward magnum. "This will serve you better. After all, you seem to be the only one who knows anything about medicine and treatments, so we need you alive. Stick to one of the teams and you'll do fine." I gave her a soft smile and walked off to the hall.
As I entered, tensed expressions followed. 'This is it' I thought to myself. I walked over to the door and kicked it open. Sunlight flooded into the room and temporarily blinded us (it was a sunny day), I pulled down my visor and walked out into the wide open, shotgun armed and ready.
What awaited wasn't surprising at all. A group of no less that 30 infected.
I tilted my head to the side, facing my Squad and said "Lock and load! This could get messy."
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 9:17 pm
Kassy was in her own world as Z spoke to The Squad. Thinking of the millions of deaths that happened since the zombies rose from their graves. Just then, a voice knocked her out of her trance. She turned to see Z. As he pointed to her sword, she remained quiet. Silently listening to Z's words. She opened her hands as Z handed her a small pistol and rounds. Embarrassed from not sure how to use this as well, she quietly mumbled a word of thanks as he slipped the magnum out of it's holder on her leg. She was astounded that her recognized her skills in the art of medicine. He made her not feel like a weakest link as her cheeks turned to a rose color from his smile. She watched as her walked as he walked out in silence. Then she snapped out of her thoughts and shook her head.
"No time for that now!" she said to herself. She made sure all her items were on her person and quickly walked to main hall.
As she did, she saw Eric getting closer and closer to her. "um.. Eric? Where are you walking so slow? I left like... 5 minutes after you did and I already caught up with you."
"No real reason. I just don't feel like I should hurry."
"But, we have to get there before dusk or the hunting hour will begin-"
"Do you even know where we're going?!" Eric shouted
Kassy paused for a second and absorbed the expression on Eric's face. It seemed fed up and upset rolled into one. "I don't need to know. I'll follow any of Z commands. He knows best." Kassy began to walk "Stop being a little baby and be a member of the team.."
Eric pouted and filled anger in his heart mixed with compassion. "Whatever." he said, short on words and reluctantly followed her into the main hall.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 11:30 pm
"Time to go to work.", I thought in my mind when I spied the mob of G's. The rifle emitted a click as I slid in the magazine, signifying that it was ready to pop a few heads. "All right people!", I bellowed, "We need to get into position so as to maximize the effectiveness of our attacks and make this as quick as possible. Squad mates with long range weapons should keep their distance and make sure every shot counts. Don't use up too much ammo, use just enough so that your combined fire thins the herd enough so that we can move in and finish the rest off with our melees and side-arms. Those with medium or close range weapons should get within the minimum distance that your weapons are effective and stay low so that the sharp shooters have a clear line of sight. Watch your's and your teammate's asses and don't be afraid to give a little ground in order to stay safe, there is no place for heroics. Once their numbers are down, we will all close in to finish them off. Don't start firing until either Z or I give the order to do so. Now find your places and get ready to go to work." I shot an angry glare at Eric as I ended my orders, and then proceeded to slide my scope into place. I trained my sights onto a ghoul's head and waited for the green light to engage.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 2:05 am
With the call to arms already sounded, I dispatched my little bots to scurry around through the crowd of infected and set up their pre-programed perimeters. I rely on these bots because I never really have good enough school in the art of sniping. I'd prefer the safety of expendable numbers over the need for anyone to be in danger. So, since I'd already had experience with mechanics before the catastrophe, I decided to use my knowledge to good use. Should any deviance from the plan of attack happen: random zombies come from behind, crowd becomes to thick, or The Squad runs low on ammo from thinning the herd, these boys will send some undead back to where they came from. The sounds of battle crack through the air.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 8:33 am
With the Squad in position, and everyone at arms, we all just stood there, waiting.
The infected shambled slowly toward us, their moans growing louder with the anticipation of gaining a warm meal.
Feet shuffled and breathes were shallow, each member looking from the infected, to each other, and then to me, waiting for the command.
Safeties had been clicked off, and every member aimed down their sights.
I put my colt 45. away, and pulled out my katana. I keen blade, one that has never failed me.
Raising my blade, I pointed at the horde and bellowed at the Squad to begin the assault. Shots rang out as guns fired and echoed across the block. Shell casings hit the ground with a light thud, as their bullet counter-parts departed at incredible speeds, slamming with deadening force into the flesh of the infected. They stumbled and were pushed back, but now they had their sites on the Squad. They slowly turned and came at us "Aim for their heads!! Shoot them in the heads!"
More shots rang out, and now bodies dropped. Little whirs rang out, as hunky spheres came rolling across the dirt and gravel, straight into the infected, and soon after detonated with a tremendous force, sending limbs flying, and pushing Squad members off their feet.
The remaining infected were either on the ground or walking around without any limbs. I turned to the Squad and said "Hold your fire!" and the shots soon died down and guns were lowered.
With my trusted katana in my hand, I ran into the small crowd of infected and quickly dispatched them with a few thrusts of my sword, sending heads rolling and limbs flying. As the last body fell I sheathed my sword and turned to my members. "Ok, now we need to double time it, and get to the destination quick. Otherwise we're going to be doing this a lot today."
With that, I turned and began to walk on, the Squad falling in line behind me.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 9:41 am
[[Okay, time to come up with a introduction post and a character all in one. So, here goes! ]]
From nearby, the sound of various sounds of gunfire and even explosions filled the air. It was more than enough to give a person a headache, if well they were still among the living. But this clearly was no longer the case for a certain being. Technically, he had become one the deceased when this infection of sorts began. The oddest thing though, was that he did not fully mutate like the rest of things. His appearance did change though in a few ways, he ended up becoming somewhat taller than his original height of five feet and seven inches. This man wasn't a youngster either, he was thirty-one years old at the time of his 'passing on.'
If a guess had to be made, it would be safe to say that he was now roughly close to six feet and four inches tall. His scalp still retained some of his brown hair, but not a very large amount. The muscle mass all over his body had increased as well since his 'passing' as this certain figure had discovered upon his recent awakening. Whatever mutation that this fellow had gone through, one thing was sure clear: That what he changed into after kicking the bucket, he was no longer one of the human species.
"Hmph." Ivan Martinez released that single noise underneath his breath as he stood upright, to the full height of six feet and four inches. As of right now, everything that just occured was one big blur. Save for a few memories that were not worth repeating as of right now. But moving back to the gunfire that suddenly ceased within the matter of a second or so. Ivan easily recognized that whomever was doing such a thing, clearly wasn't a amateur in that sort of task. Despite having recently kicked the bucket and returned to life within a hour or two at the most, Ivan still managed to hold onto the brain that was concealed in his skull.
Acting somewhat ignorant of the gunfire and explosions that had suddenly ceased for god knows what. Ivan stepped out of the alleyway where he had been 'disposed of' for possibly two hours. Wearing nothing more than a now ripped shirt and jeans, the tall being took a left after stepping out of the alley. After at least a few moments spent walking down the street, Ivan came across a abandoned store. Without even bothered to look around him, he raised his right arm and pulled it back in the same motion. Ivan then launched his fist through the glass, thus breaking it apart and making a space large enough for him to enter.
Of course, once the glass was broken, the alarm had gone off to alert the owner or the police of a break in. Ivan however dispatched that problem, with yet another punch to the alarm system itself, shutting the annoying thing up for good. While ignoring the glass and the bleeding that covered his right fist, the mutated human spent a very short time searching for a set of clothes that would fit his new form. Ivan then swapped his current set of clothes for a black sleeveless shirt, a trench coat of the same color, another pair of jeans and a pair of black boots as well.
Ivan then headed out of the store the exact way he came in, through the broken glass. Once outside, he rolled off the sleeve of the trenchcoat he now wore and looked at his fist. Ivan began picking out a few shards of glass here and there as he stood outside the store he broke into. As much as it seemed, having glass shards embedded in your fist after punching through glass and hitting a alarm didn't hurt as much as he thought it would. "Just what the hell happened here?" Ivan thought to himself as his steel blue pupils gazed around at the area around him. Nothing really was normal as it had been in this town, everyone that was usually wandering around the streets were lone gone.
In fact, all he could see (aside from the broken glass that he caused.) was a few small fires here and there, abandoned vehicles, and at least one corpse that was not hidden from sight. Ivan had long since lowered his injured hand down to his side, allowing the sleeve of the coat to cover his not serious injuries as well. The mutated human had now turned his back to where he assumed the gunfire had come from and began to walk down the street at a slow pace, his footsteps could easily be heard echoing throughout the fairly empty area around him as he continued toward some place in this town, anywhere at all.
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Posted: Tue Dec 04, 2007 8:50 pm
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