Zombie Survival RPG 2

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

After the end of civilization due to a catastrophic viral pandemic (http://hamumu.com/forum/showthread.php?t=19982), a band of survivors must team up to survive in this bleak, barren world.

Rules;

1. Make your posts so that I could copy and paste it into a book and it wouldn't look out of place. In other words, no chatspeak, third person, none of the standard "Person1: Blah Blah Person2: Blah blah blah" stuff you find in most RPGs here.
2. Keep it Hamumu-friendly. TyTBone and I accidentally got the first one deleted after posting gory details.
3. Speaking of TyTBone, he and Blue Dwarf are co-hosting this with me. If a post does something out-of-place (in other words, story changing, unrealistic, or godmodding) we can negate posts (meaning all posts after the negated post leading up to the mod's post should be ignored.)
4. You must post background information on your character. Also, name characters realistically; you don't see people named "C00kieMonster114" or "Pants Up" on the streets. And no magic. Despite the game taking place in 2013, technology hasn't advanced much due to setbacks caused by World War III.
5. If you must post things out of character, start the phrase with "OOC:"
6. You may start in one of these locations;

London
New York City
Crown Jewel (Crown of Redemption's capital)
Beijing
Jerusalem
The Outback
Bogota

Submit character info, and I'll get started tommorrow!

[Redbone]

Bob
I am a normal peasant who has knowledge on hunting and surviving. I've stayed in the highest room number and the top floor of an apartment building studying through a big pile of survival books.
As for equipment, I only have a pair of guns and 10-some cans of spam.
City: The Outback

OOC:
And no magic.
Argh. I had something in mind.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

Bob
I am a normal peasant who has knowledge on hunting and surviving. I've stayed in the highest room number and the top floor of an apartment building studying through a big pile of survival books.

OOC:

Argh. I had something in mind.

Which city? Also, do you have any guns, extra provisions, etc?

EDIT: What kind of guns?

[TyTBone]

"Tyler"

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride, and I'm wanted, waaaaannnnttteeeeddd, Dead or Alive.

Seriously, though, I'm a loner who was living in upstate New York. When the people started changing, chaos became the state. Currently I'm forced to drive from building to building, mostly dodging the hordes in the streets to conserve ammo. [On the plus side, most I've shot have gone down with one or two glock shots to the head.] ...

Starting Guns:
Custom-made .44 Magnum and a generic police-issued glock.

Vehicle:
Something like this: little motorbike (http://grandjdm.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/433_motoco_01.jpg). [It can easily get up to 50 mph, though.]

Supplies: [Will vary as the time goes on, of course.]

Salvaged Win2000 lappy with limited wi-fi capabilities
Walkie-talkie
Water bottle
Small first-aid kit
20-ish .44 bullets
Several glock clips
Hatchet
Lighter
and maybe some granola bars

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

I'll stick with "TBone" to keep things simple. :) And I like my character from last time, so I'll more or less stick with him :

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride, and I'm wanted, waaaaannnnttteeeeddd, Dead or Alive.

Seriously, though, I'm a loner who was living in upstate New York. When the people started changing, chaos became the state. Currently I'm forced to drive from building to building, mostly dodging the hordes in the streets to conserve ammo. [On the plus side, most I've shot have gone down with one or two glock shots to the head.] ...

Starting Guns:
Custom-made .44 Magnum [for assisting in taking out the Hives] and a generic police-issued glock.

Vehicle:
Something like this: little motorbike (http://grandjdm.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/433_motoco_01.jpg). [It can easily get up to 50 mph, though.]

Supplies: [Will vary as the time goes on, of course.]

Salvaged Win2000 lappy with limited wi-fi capabilities
Walkie-talkie
Water bottle
Small first-aid kit
20-ish .44 bullets
Several glock clips
Hatchet
Lighter
and maybe some granola bars

1. What's a hive? ;)
2. TyTBone is on his way to Africa right now. How about Tyler (closest real name to Tytbone)

[Mr.Mean]

Paul
I used to work at a hospital in New York until the infection got so bad it was every man for himself.I am currently walking around in a Wal-Mart.I currently have:

On hand:
A loaded 12gauge-shotgun(from a nearby gunshop).

In my ambulance(Which is parked outside and locked):
one more 12gauge, 50 boxes each holding 10 ammo ,and a medical kit.

In my pocket:
50 dollars

And finally, in my belt:
One bone saw(from the hospital)and five boxes of ammo.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

EDIT: Post completely changed.

I'd like to take a moment to explain pros and cons of guns;

Hunting Rifle
Pros: Good range, plentiful ammo
Cons: Semiautomatic or sometimes single-shot
Other: It's a rifle, meaning it's not concealable or dual-wieldable, but it can have bayonets or grenade launchers attached if you find any.

Sniper Rifle
Pros: Best range, high power, extremely accurate
Cons: Semiautomatic, ammo is rare
Other: It's a rifle

Shotgun
Pros: Best power, spreadshot, ammo is plentiful
Cons: Pump action, not the most accurate
Other: It's a rifle

Assault Rifle
Pros: Fully automatic
Cons: Burns through ammo rapidly
Other: It's a rifle

Pistol
Pros: Ammo is kind of plentiful
Cons: Semiautomatic
Other: It's a handgun, meaning it has less power and is less accurate, but is concealable and dual-wieldable. Also, bayonets and grenade launchers cannot be attached.

Submachine Gun
Pros: Fully automatic, ammo is kind of plentiful
Cons: Not accurate while dual wielding, burns through ammo rapidly
Other: It's a handgun.

[Hammer Up!]

OOC:I will use my user initials.(I can't think of a name :p)

HU
I was a good pilot working at New York.I was living on a nice medium-sized apartment,when those zombies appeared.I grabbed all the stuff I could,and ran to the building's basement.Then I hid the basement's entrance and stayed there.I think i'm being really lucky,and I know there will be a chance those zombies will soon find me here.

Guns:A Uzi.

Vehicle:A normal car,but it's outside.[There is a helicopter on the top of the building where i work,but i will have to steal it]

Supplies:

A manual generator,
3 gallons of water,
Some calorie bars,
Knife,
1st Aid Kit,
Some Gatorades,
A box full of matches,
A lantern,
Batteries,
Some boxes full of ammo for the gun above,
100 dollars,
and a XL backpack.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

Oh, BTW, that guns list was meant to categorize them. For "flavor" purposes, still list what type they are (M4s, Springfields, Glocks, Magnums, Uzis, etc.)

Also, players so far;

Tyler (TyTBone, New York City)
Paul (Mr. Mean, New York City)
Hugh (Hammer Up!, New York City)
Gunman (Ubernoob, London)
Kieve (magic fly, London)
Red (Blue Dwarf, London)
Michael (Gameboy, The Outback)
Bob (Redbone, The Outback)
Naielli (Kerma, The Outback)
George (Reecer6, Beijing)
Max (Max, Beijing)

No more players may start in New York City, London, or The Outback. Also, I'd like a bunch of info for backstories. Like, say, your profession before the infection, anything that may affect the game (personal relationships, medical conditions, personality, etc.)

[gameboy]

6. You may start in one of these locations;

London
New York City
Crown Jewel (Crown of Redemption's capital)
Beijing
Jerusalem
The Outback
Bogota

Submit character info, and I'll get started tomorrow!
You said "may." Does that mean I can pick another big city? I just wanted one in America. If so: Los Angles, I figure it's a good compromise because it's on the other side of the Country. If not, however, then just pick at random for me I don't really care. (just not Jerusalem or Bogota, I don't know those two)

1. Make your posts so that I could copy and paste it into a book and it wouldn't look out of place. In other words, no chatspeak, third person, none of the standard "Person1: Blah Blah Person2: Blah blah blah" stuff you find in most RPGs here.
So then, how are we supposed to type? Do we just post what we say and type what we do *like this*? or do we just post in First-person point-of-view?

Now for my character, you should know that most of this is true, but I'm changing the most privet of it (Example: I do live in California, but not Los Angles):

Michael:
I was just an average guy, I went to school, I rode a bike, I spent most of my hours at home on the internet. "The Zombie Survival Guide" (yes, that's an actual book) was published before World War Z, and I had (and still have) a copy so I was a little prepared for when they took over. I have a brain disorder that has both advantages and disadvantages; it makes me a very logical thinker so I'm really good at math and puzzle-solving, even very observant; but I get bored easily, tend to be a little bit lazy, and a little slower than others.

Starting gun:
duel pistols (I don't know what the different types are)

Vehicle:
Was yet to get a drivers license, so a mountain bike.

Equipment:
A crowbar,
a two-way radio,
plenty of snacks,
a copy of "The Zombie Survival Guide"
minor first-aid,
a pillow (for sleeping purposes),
a flashlight,
and a large backpack (to put it all in)

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

You said "may." Does that mean I can pick another big city? I just wanted one in America. If so: Los Angles, I figure it's a good compromise because it's on the other side of the Country. If not, however, then just pick at random for me I don't really care. (just not Jerusalem or Bogota, I don't know those two)


So then, how are we supposed to type? Do we just post what we say and type what we do *like this*? or do we just post in First-person point-of-view?

Now for my character, you should know that most of this is true, but I'm changing the most privet of it (Example: I do live in California, but not Los Angles):

Michael:
I was just an average guy, I went to school, I rode a bike, I spent most of my hours at home on the internet. "The Zombie Survival Guide" (yes, that's an actual book) was published before World War Z, and I had (and still have) a copy so I was a little prepared for when they took over. I have a brain disorder that has both advantages and disadvantages; it makes me a very logical thinker so I'm really good at math and puzzle-solving, even very observant; but I get bored easily, tend to be a little bit lazy, and a little slower than others.

Starting gun:
duel pistols (I don't know what the different types are)

Vehicle:
Was yet to get a drivers license, so a mountain bike.

Equipment:
A crowbar,
a two-way radio,
plenty of snacks,
a copy of "The Zombie Survival Guide"
minor first-aid,
a pillow (for sleeping purposes),
a flashlight,
and a large backpack (to put it all in)

1. You must pick one of the cities listed, and not NYC.
2. View the posts of TyTBone and I (and Blue Dwarf's later posts) in this thread. (http://www.hamumu.com/forum/showthread.php?t=16368&highlight=zombie+survival)
3. The characters from that thread still exist, but everything from post #109 down never happened (it got too weird for this game)

Otherwise, your post is good (the 3rd thing is more in response to a PM Blue Dwarf sent me than anything else)

[Ubernoob]

My character has no name, that he can remember. He just thinks of himself as "Gunman". He doesn't say much, except things like, "Duck!" and "Take that, zombie scum!" He is from Toronto originally but was in London England when all heck broke loose. He has found it frustratingly difficult to scavenge enough ammo in London, but not impossible. He is in his mid forties and a little overweight but still nimble. Before the zombie war he spent most of his time reading gun and knife magazines, and books like how to build bombs and about how the world was secretly run by a conspiracy of rich people dominated by alien demons. But he has no time for such foolishness now.

Equipment:
Other than the clothes he wears, Gunman has little except:
water bottle
two shotguns, one with grenade launcher attached, other with bayonet.
many many knives in different places on his person
a backpack with ammo and food
a vest with many pockets holding lots of ammo, knives, etc.
a photograph of his teddy bear back in Toronto

Skills:
Gunman is knowledgeable about many conspiracy theories, the sillier the better.
He knows how to use many common household materials to make bombs.
He knows how to handle, place and detonate bombs without blowing himself up.

[Reecer6]

Name: George
City: Beijing
Gun: Shotgun
Vehicle: a Red Golf Cart
Supplies: A Labtop, an extension cord, a full pizza, (Peperoni) insecticides, and a baseball bat.
Bio: George is a 15-year old. When he was 13, his parents got infected, so he killed his parents with his baseball bat and grabbed his dad's gun. He then got his baby sister (now 3) and left for Japan in his dad's Golf Cart. He stays in The Crows Nest, on a small solid part he built on the top of the beams and stuff.

OOC: Is that good?

[gameboy]

1. You must pick one of the cities listed, and not NYC.

You said "may." Does that mean I can pick another big city? I just wanted one in America. If so: Los Angles, I figure it's a good compromise because it's on the other side of the Country. If not, however, then just pick at random for me I don't really care. (just not Jerusalem or Bogota, I don't know those two)
:roll: I think that answers itself.

So if this RPG takes place where the last one left off, then what's going on right now?

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

:roll: I think that answers itself.

So if this RPG takes place where the last one left off, then what's going on right now?

1. Didn't see that.
2. Your location will be explained at the start of the game; what I meant was the characters from the previous game still exist.

EDIT: Also, Reecer, a few things in your bio don't add up; Beijing is in China, and you stated that you live in Japan, and the infection spread throughout the world in 1 year; the game takes place less than 1 year after the infection, so someone who was 13 when the infection hit Asia could only be 14 now. Also, I need to know what kinds of guns you and Redbone wield.

[gameboy]

Okay, just onee more thing:
Submit character info, and I'll get started tommorrow!
It's tomorrow.

[magic fly]

Kieve was just an ordinary kid who was good at running and bicycling, he lost his parents when the virus spread,and is now living in an abandoned store in London living off of the food on the shelves, and sometimes wandering out in the open to look for more supplies.
he has good aim with bows and guns,but is slow at reloading, and has always loved puzzles,not that he was much good at them though.
location: London
age:17 years old
equipment:
a backpack
a pistol with only 7 ammo
an empty water bottle
some flint
an outdated first-aid kit
a pocket knife
an empty salt shaker

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

The game's start has been delayed until Sunday, as I will be busy on Friday and Saturday.

[.Blue Dwarf.]

I have changed my name to Red, instead of Alfred. That old name was fine, but I thought I should start a new post-apocolypse life. I've also decided that despite the fact that I'm in a mental hospital, I'm not insane. That was an unfair judgement, the cops just threw me in here when I claimed the zombies were coming and started firing arrows at people from the roof of my hotel. They should have listened to me, the bunch of fools.
And what right did they have locking me up? I was an American on vacation in London! I thought there were laws against that or something!

Speaking of America, I worked as a repair man for a living. I should keep these things writen down in my journal in case I should forget them, as the doctors have given me many drugs, and I do not know what they were for. I fear I may lose my mind.

Back to what is at hand though. This place has been like a fortress. All the staff are gone, probably eaten by the zombies. Hehehehe, they deserved it. Just yesterday I broke out of my cell, as far as I know no one else has escaped, and that's a good thing because these people are nuts! I was surprised to find a shotgun in the security room, good thing no one ever had to use it... Come to think of it, there are a few bullets missing from one of the ammo boxes... Huh... There was also a tranquilizer rifle and darts, not sure how helpful they will be. In the next room there are many storage boxes containing the items the patients came with. I found my box and took my bow, it isn't much good without its arrows though. In the box next to mine I find a bloodied Machete! People carrying these things around should be in jail, not a mental hospital! Sheesh!

I've found a notebook as well, and decided to make it a journal should I wake up one day to find that the drugs have made me forget everything, as you can see if you are reading this. In the staff room I found some bag lunches and plenty bottles of water. I could camp out in this asylum, but I fear the other patients may soon escape, and that could be very problematic for me. So today, I boldly opened the main door. At the gate in the distance sits a small horde of zombies, struggling to get in. Lucky for me, I have a shotgun, and they're stuck outside. In the grass near the gate there is a shiney red wagon with a plastic pail and shovel in it. I don't know who's idea it was to have a day care center for the staff, on the grounds of the asylum. Just seems like a bad idea to me, but then again, I'm supposedly insane.

I saw Crazy Eddy near the gate poking the zombies, he was no doubt infected. When he charged at me I grabbed the tranquilizer rifle by mistake and shot it into his head. To my suprise, this killed him. This is when I realized, this thing was meant to be used on bears and other tough animals, perhaps it would be more useful than I originally thought.

The drugs... Things are just slipping away from me. I have forgotten how old I am. I will come back to this asylum later to retreave the files they have on me, I want my life back. But for now, I need to get out of here.


Supplies:
25 bag lunches, a few of them look slightly old....
A 24 pack of bottled water
A shotgun
A small crate filled with boxes of ammo for the shot gun.
A tranquilizer rifle+Darts
A bow with no arrows
A note book.
A Machete
A wagon to carry everything and a plastic pail and shovel. Not quite sure why I kept them.

[gameboy]

There are a few things I'd like to add/change about my character, mainly because I typed the entry at 11:30 PM Pacific.

First of all, like BD, wherever I start out (I still don't care where), I'm a tourist from America. Come to think of it, in that case, put me in London. (If only there was a starting city in Japan though...)

Now one thing I couldn't think of is where I got the guns, so I decided to put a little back story now that I know where I am and why.
"One day I left Los Angles and went to tour London, it was more of a School trip which made it Awfully boring. The trip was optional, but I've never been outside California, let alone the Country. It may have been one of the smartest things I had ever done...
It was when the trip was ending that I heard that America was Quarantined, I couldn't go back... Anyway, there were only two other tourists from America, they were married and didn't have kids. In the end they decided to adopt me because in America's current state, it was highly unlikely that this would be temporary. Unfortunately for all of us... it was."
I'd continue, but it's past eleven right now and I have to do a book report over the summer of "Lord of the Flies" which I am yet to read, so g'night for now.

[.Blue Dwarf.]

Note: There are already a lot of players in London, you may have to pick another city.
Not sure, see what PCR says...

[Max]

I wanna sign up!

Name: Max

Starting Weapons: A sub machine-gun / Sword

Equipment:
Two way radio
Notebook
Electrical stuff (switches, flashlights and some other useless junk)
Two boxes of ammo
First aid Kit
Four hand grenades
A little supply of food
Empty water bottle
Toolkit (includes screw-drivers, and other stuff like that)

Originally I lived in Manchester, England. I am surprisingly smart for a kid my age. I can build things like guns or bombs out of ordinary things but have never really used these things. I was on vacation in Beijing, China, aged 13 when the infection occured, both parents were infected, I ran from the hotel and raided a weapon store, after that I've been living in an underground tunnel

[Reecer6]

Name: George
City: Beijing
Gun: Shotgun
Vehicle: a Red Golf Cart
Supplies: A Labtop, an extension cord, a full pizza, (Peperoni) insecticides, and a baseball bat.
Bio: George is a 14-year old. When he was 13, his parents got infected, so he killed his parents with his baseball bat and grabbed his dad's gun. He then got his baby sister (now 2) and left for China in his dad's Golf Cart. He stays in The Crows Nest, on a small solid part he built on the top of the beams and stuff.

OOC: Is that good?
OOC:Everything is fixed in quote, except for the shotgun thing. I don't know any sub-kinds of guns. Can you list all the kinds of Shotguns?

[gameboy]

I just looked back and all the London spots are already filled up. PCR already put me in the outback with Bob, it doesn't really change anything about what I already typed (except the exact location), but it does change a little about what I was gonna, so I won't be finishing the story just yet. Mainly because I just got in trouble with my dad for not starting the book the second I got out of bed!

I will mention one thing I left out, my character's age, 15. (just for the record, I'm 13)

[Hammer Up!]

How about a Remington 1100(A shotgun)?Or a double-barreled .21 shotgun?

[TyTBone]

OOC:Everything is fixed in quote, except for the shotgun thing. I don't know any sub-kinds of guns. Can you list all the kinds of Shotguns?

I recommend checking out Google / Wikipedia for a list of shotguns. [I must admit I get a mild high doing that; not a unnecessarily-violent person, though! :p] Maybe a double-barreled sawed-off shotgun, if you want to seem like a "bad boy", or a police tactical shotgun if you want to have more of a military-ish feel, or [as HU suggested] a Remington 1100 for a average hunter [but someone with character] style.

And remember your OOC, guys!

[Kerma]

Naielli

Equipment:
Rusty 'Ol boomstick
Insomnia Pills
Nintendo Power Magazines
42 Clips (Boomstick Compatible)
Emergency Bow and Arrow

Ill start in the outback.

EDIT: Backstory:
Was abandoned at the age of three, been an orphan ever since. At the age of 13, He abandoned the orphanage and has lived in a tree ever since. Extremely good at Fletchery. Doesn't see the value in human life.

[Reecer6]

OK, a PTS, then. It sounds policey.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

Well, my aunt got a stomach bug so she wasn't able to come, so I have nothing to do right now, and thus will not be busy today. However, this game will still be delayed until Sunday while I get SHFBA started (and Moontrousers still hasn't signed up).

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

Complete bios;

Bob (Redbone)
Bio: He was a normal person with modest hunting and survival skills. Then the infection broke out, and he was forced to flee into the vast Outback for safety.
Weapons: Glock 18 x2
Vehicle: None
Provisions: A few cans of spam
Other equipment: None
Personality: Still Needed
Age: Still Needed
Area: The Outback, Australia
Location: In the top floor of an abandoned cabin, studying survival books.

Tyler (TyTBone)
Bio: He was a loner and Bon Jovi fan living in upstate New York when the people around him began to change. He drives from building to building, scavenging supplies and avoiding hordes to conserve his precious little ammunition.
Weapons: Custom .44 Magnum, Police-Issue Glock, spare ammunition
Vehicle: Compact motorcycle
Provisions: Water Bottle, some granola bars
Other Equipment: Walkie Talkie, Salvaged Win2000 laptop, hatchet, lighter
Personality: Withdrawn
Age: Still Needed
Area: New York City, New York
Location: In an apartment building, scavenging for supplies before heading to the next area

Paul (Mr.Mean)
Bio: He worked as a medical assistant at a hospital in Manhattan when the disease came to America. After waking up after a break one day to find the hospital overrun by zombies, he grabbed an ambulance and fled, looting a gun store along the way. He is now looting an abandoned Wal-Mart for supplies, his ambulance parked out front.
Weapons: .12 Gauge Shotgun x2, lots of ammo
Vehicle: Ambulance
Provisions: None
Other Equipment: 50 dollars, bone saw, medical kit
Personality: Still Needed
Age: Still Needed
Area: New York City, New York
Location: In an abandoned Wal-Mart, looting food goods.

Hugh (Hammer Up!)
Bio: He was a pilot working at the John F. Kennedy International Airport when a plane pulled down in the runway and the first wave of zombies hit America. He then grabbed a gun and headed into the basement of a nearby building, grabbing as much stuff as he could along the way. He has held up thus far, but he knows it's only a matter of time before they get in...
Weapons: Uzi, a knife, ammunition
Vehicle: Mercedes-Benz W210
Provisions: 3 gallons of water, some bottles of Gatorade, some calorie bars
Other Equipment: First Aid Kit, box of matches, lantern, batteries, 100 dollars, XL backpack
Personality: Still Needed
Age: Still Needed
Area: New York City, New York
Location: Huddled up in a basement, anticipating a zombie raid. Thinking about stealing the helicopter on top of the building.

Michael (gameboy)
Bio: Michael was a normal 13-year-old; he went to school, spent lots of time on the Internet, and read "The Zombie Survival Guide". He was taking a field trip in Australia when he found out the US government had closed its borders due to the zombie outbreak. He was adopted by two American tourists and they stayed. A year passed, and somehow the infection passed to Australia. Michael was seperated from his foster parents and fled into the vast Outback, grabbing weapons along the way.
Weapons: Colt M1911 pistol x2, crowbar
Vehicle: Mountain bike
Provisions: Snack food
Other Equipment: Two-way radio, The Zombie Survival Guide, First-Aid Kit, Pillow, a flashlight, XL backpack
Personality: Focused, slightly lazy, slow to speak
Age: Still Needed
Area: The Outback, Australia
Location: Lost in the Outback, watching for zombies and hopefully survivors.

Gunman (Ubernoob)
Bio: Originally from Toronto, Canada, he was in London when the infection broke out. After a year of tireless fighting, he has forgotten all but scraps of his previous life. He is very skilled in discovering conspiracies and in all forms of combat, although he is slightly overweight. He can also build bombs with limited resources.
Weapons: .12 gauge shotgun x2, one with a bayonet, another with a grenade launcher, tons of knives, tons of ammo
Vehicle: None
Provisions: Lots of food and water
Other equipment: A photograph of his teddy bear
Personality: Still needed
Age: Mid-forties
Area: London, England
Location: Wandering the streets, mowing down any zombies foolish enough to get in the way.

George (Reecer6)
Bio: After he had to slay his parents after they got infected, he tearfully departed for Japan in his dad's golf cart with his 3-year-old sister.
Weapons: Police Standard Shotgun
Vehicle: Golf Cart
Provisions: Pepperoni Pizza, baseball bat
Other equipment: Laptop, insecticides
Personality: Still Needed
Age: 14
Location: In a tower, watching for zombies.

Rest will be added later, as I have to go take a shower. Also, if "Still Needed" is somewhere, I would like it filled out.

[Ufo-Man]

OOC: Furby in Beijing

I miss my friends. Should have never left my family in America, especially at this time. Should have just went to our state college. Should have took my cat. I should have done a lot of things, but I didn't. Now I am stuck here, with myself, and the darkness. Now that I found this notebook, I might as well write down my story. I am a computer nerd, which doesn't help right now. I normally was a funny person, but was serious at some times. Now... I'm serious at all times. I never really went by my real name, just by Furby, my nickname. I have a lot of energy, which is lucky, and I found a sawed off Shotgun and a good amount of ammo in a pawn shop. I hope I live... What am I talking about? I am going to die. it just matters if I die trying, or just giving up. My car was shipped here, so I'm lucky for now.

Starting Guns:
Sawed Off Shotgun

Vehicle:
Alfa Romeo (Italian Car)

Supplies:

Solar Charged Laptop (Somehow) can connect to internet.
Lucky Fairy Ring
Few water Bottles
Hand sanitizer
Unknown amount of ammo (pacifist so never really used guns)
Custom iPod that is also solar powered
matches
Picture of my family

[Hammer Up!]

Age:In his 30s
Personality:Calm,knows what to do in hard situations.
His body is normal.

[gameboy]

I'm 14 but I'll make my character 15. Also, the crowbar isn't just a weapon. (just so you know)

[Reecer6]

Personality: Stern, but easily excited.

[Max]

[OOC] I didn't type down my personality either so.... [OOC]

Personality: Calm, likes peace, solitude, usually talkative and funny but gets serious when facing danger. Focused. Short attention span

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

Well, I won't be able to get this or SHFBA up today as I have to do loads of housework, and I'll only have around 3-5 hours of free time, some of which I would like to spend off Hamumu. Sorry :(. I'll get them both running as soon as I can (meaning in a day or two).

[Ubernoob]

I see you need more info about Gunman's personality. He doesn't have much of one left. For many years his life has been dominated by fear, first of what he read in conspiracies, and more lately on the horror around him in the form of zombies. There used to be love in his life, but now his only love is for guns, ammo and knives. He is all action and no talk.

By the way, could I get some grenades to go with the grenade launcher on one of Gunman's shotguns?

[souperzombie]

Am I too late, or can I still join?
Meh.

Alex Mercer
Bio: Alex Mercer was a MLCR scientist in study of the UCA-12 Virus. Alex eventualy became sick of the MLCR's plans of world domination and took a sample of the Virus, and threatened to release it in the lab. When he was cornered by armed guards, he released the virus into the lab and was shot down. When all scientists and guards were evacuated from the area, the virus infested Alex and he 'Became' the virus. When Alex awoke, the virus believed itself to be Alex Mercer. The virus has given him incredibly enhanced agility and strength, just more than that of the average zombie.

Weapons: Fists (Power has been greatly increased by the virus), ES-FiveSeven
Vehicle: None
Provisions: None (Virus needs to consume living matter (e.g. Animals, humans, zombies) to survive)
Other equipment: A notebook, 2 pens, 3 Rounds for Fiveseven
Personality: Agressive but cautious
Age: Unknown
Area: Crown Jewel
Location: On a tall building, overlooking the city.

Note if anyone has actually played Prototype, im not upgrading myself and getting giant claws and blade arms. That would be overpowered.

If PCR things this is too overpowered, then i'll understand.

[Reecer6]

SZ, can you survive on plants too?

[souperzombie]

SZ, can you survive on plants too?
[OOC]Noooo.

[Hammer Up!]

You have to choose another place.NYC is full.

[souperzombie]

You have to choose another place.NYC is full.
Done.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

There are 3 reasons Souperzombie's character is not acceptable;

1. It is a character from a different universe.
2. The virus doesn't exactly work like that.
3. Surviving UCA-12 researchers play a very vital role in the storyline.

[souperzombie]

There are 3 reasons Souperzombie's character is not acceptable;

1. It is a character from a different universe.
2. The virus doesn't exactly work like that.
3. Surviving UCA-12 researchers play a very vital role in the storyline.
1. Wha?
2. The virus didnt work like that in Prototype, yet he still got his awesome powers. :(
3. He lost all his memory when he became the virus.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

1. Wha?
2. The virus didnt work like that in Prototype, yet he still got his awesome powers. :(
3. He lost all his memory when he became the virus.

1. Alex Mercer is from Prototype. Just like I wouldn't allow Bill Overbeck or Leon Kennedy, I won't allow Alex Mercer.

2. The virus wasn't really specified too well from what I hear. UCA-12 attacks the mind and only the mind; it leaves corpses alone.

3. That wouldn't change the fact that he researched UCA-12.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

This game will begin after SZ posts character revisions.

[Hammer Up!]

I want to play. :)

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

I want to play. :)

I sent SZ a PM earlier; if he does not reply by tomorrow, the game will begin without him.

[.Blue Dwarf.]

OOC: For the first week I'm going to hang out in the asylum.(And by that I mean I'll be gone for a week. Be back on Saturday or Sunday.)

[souperzombie]

Ill make a completely different character instead;

Name: Cpt. Steven Cross
Bio: Steven Cross was captain of a secret counter-biological unit called 'Darkwatch'. He was one of the few survivors in the whole of Darkwatch, only surviving by using his experience of many harsh battles to survive.

Weapons: Maverick M4A1 Carbine + Silencer, Night Hawk.50c, 2 explosive grenades and 1 flashbang
Vehicle: APC (no weapons) (If not acceptable, none)
Provisions: Rations for 3 days
Other equipment: A notebook, 2 pens, 3 clips for nighthawk, 2 magazines for M4A1
Personality: Agressive but cautious
Age: 38
Area: London
Location: In an abandoned military base.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

The game will be up later today. I'll accept Stephen Cross (despite his bio having 2 references to the game Darkwatch, they are vague enough that I'll accept it (no vampires though))

[souperzombie]

The game will be up later today. I'll accept Stephen Cross (despite his bio having 2 references to the game Darkwatch, they are vague enough that I'll accept it (no vampires though))
Darkwatch is a game? I just altered the name 'Blackwatch' from Prototype. :|

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

After taking a second look at it, London is filled. You will need to relocate.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Since you previously chose Crown Jewel as your starting area, I stuck Steven in there. Also, since I'm using it now, the OOC rule will be enforced. The story begins now (I'll finish polishing the reference bios later; just look through the forum for now). Also, at the end of each of my posts except this one, I'll list parties. You can only control people in your party (exclusions; the admin (myself) and the mods (TyTBone and .Blue Dwarf. By the way, if you're wondering why I chose them, they are the only 2 who stuck with the original until the end) can use other people's parties in their posts)

Tyler stands over the corpses of the zombies he has just slain, a slightly worried expression on his face. "I hope I don't find any more of them before I get a chance to get a bite to eat. Some clean water would be good too." he thought. He had not expected to find zombies in a private home like this; most of them stayed in the streets, preying on those foolish enough to show their faces. He digs into the fridge, and finds two bottles of water. He opens the fridge and finds some steak that is still good. "Finally, something good to eat. Now I just need to find somewhere to cook this..." He opened the pantry to see if he could snag some canned soup or cereal bars, and found various food items covered by a disgusting goop he had seen some zombies spitting. It obviously wasn't vomit or bile due to it being a fluorescent green. He never touched it for fear that touching it would infect him. "Drat. Nothing in here I can save." He then heard a zombie growling behind him. He turned around, both his pistols in his hand. As he faced the zombie, he noticed something odd; there appeared to be a swollen green spot on the zombie's throat. Before he got a chance to wonder what it was, the zombie spat slime at him. He barely dodged it, but he collapsed a rickety table on his legs. Outside the window, he caught a glance of a flare going off in the night sky.

Another corner turned. Another gunshot fired. "I'm getting really sick of these kinds of looters." Paul thought as he took cover. The zombies were bad enough; these territorial, selfish, and, most of all, violent looters just complicated things. He had already killed one, but his three friends were being awfully persistent. He could tell one of them was constantly sneaking back to the hunting department to grab ammo for himself and his friends, but there was nothing Paul could do about it without getting a bullet lodged in him. He was especially concerned that they would discover his spare weapons, ammunition, and supplies he stashed in the ambulance before he fled his workplace. He needed some way to flush them out. He ought to be able to figure something out; he was a doctor taking cover behind the pharmaceuticals counter, after all. Desperately looking for something to give him the upper hand, he noticed a pack of self-lighting cigarrettes, little insidious things created back in 2011 that gave him no end of patients coming in with health issues due to one of the self-lighting ingredients was dangerous to lung health. However, he quickly figured out a good use for the infernal devices. He lit a cigarrette, then the package. He heard one of the looters yell "Is he seriously lighting up during a gunfight?" He did not expect the improvised smoke grenade that went flying into his cover point. Paul took the opportunity and disarmed the looters. He then stated very sternly "Look, I'm a doctor and I was raised in a good family, so I don't like killing, but I will if I have to." One of them was to stunned to say anything, but the other said "Alright, we surrender. However, I'd like to look for my buddy. He went back to get us ammunition and a bite to eat, but he hasn't been back in a really long time. He's been a buddy of mine for seven years, since I was a freshman in highschool." "Explains why they're so arrogant; they're still young." mused Paul in his head. "Okay, I'll help. Let's see if we can find him on the security film." Then a bright light flew up in the parking lot across the street.

Hugh was treated by a screech and a resounding thud as he finally cut open a hole in the storm drain in the basement. "Whew," he said out loud, "now I have an emergency escape." He fought back a wince as he detected fear in his voice, an emotion he had not expressed since pilot training a dozen years back after he nearly crashed. He hadn't got a chance to see if his girlfriend was alright after the zombies overran the city. He really needed to get out of here. He heard on the news when the TV still worked that the government had pretty much collapsed; Obama was evacuated from D.C., and then never seen or heard from since. Maybe nobody would mind if he took that helicopter atop the building. "That's what I should do," he muttered, "but it would mean going through the sewers." He didn't care about sludge; he was concerned about a lack of knowledge of how many zombies were in the sewer and the sewers being difficult to navigate and manuever in. He then heard a loud bang of the door. Then another. Then another. "I need to get out of here!" he said aloud, now not caring of the obvious level of fear in his voice as he slid into the sewers of New York City. As he was sliding in, he saw a flare go off in the distance through the fortified window.

OOC: Be patient; I'll finish typing the other starting scenes shortly. Wait until they're all up to start posting.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

No memories. No, shreds of memories. That is all left worth clinging too for the Gunman. The world is lost. His former life is lost. His family is lost. Even knowledge of his own name and age lost. Nothing mattered except what was in his head and in front of it. He heard a port in Wales was still running. He hoped to reach it and get back to Canada and try to rediscover who he was. A grim expression on his silent face, he blasts away all zombies and looters who dare attempt to hold him back. Maybe in the past he would have cared more for those lost, maybe not. Those thoughts and more swirling through his head, he plows his way through another horde of zombies. Then, a horror leaps down in front of him. He has seen these monstrosities before; horrifying offshoots of zombies. These ones he knows have chitinous armor harder than Kevlar. With a blank face resembling that of a Grey- "Or was it the Roswell alien? Or was it the Politician?", they were the only challenge to him, as the only way to kill them was to light their hide ablaze, or, presumably, freeze them. However, he used his last molotov burning down a different beast. The beast approached him. Gunman, fearing for his life, desperately unloads every variety of weapon he has on the beast. Nothing works. He trips backwards on a car. Panicking, he kicks the fuel line on the car's open hood open, sending gasoline flying all over the beast, stunning it. Seeing his opportunity, he flings a pipe bomb onto the monster. The pipe bomb explodes, setting the beast ablaze. However, the beast somehow survived, relatively unscathed. They must be mutating again. Gunman, realizing his situation as hopeless, flees into a back alley and breaks a window open, entering the house. He then realizes that he has broken into a house filled with zombies. They do not seem to have noticed him, but he is trapped, and, if he fires his gun, he will draw the attention of the armored beast searching for him.

After much consideration, I have decided to stay in the asylum. I have scouted the place out, but, while I was scouting, a zombie lept from a room and bit me. I hope I'm immune, but recently I've been getting horrible headaches and gutaches. My thoughts have been slipping away from me even faster and I've been twitching uncontrollably. I hope these are just withdrawal symptoms from the mental drugs.
Oh.... no.... my skins ben getn paal, I can harly consentrat enuf to rit, and I cant remembr much english... the other things hav been getin wrs... this may be my last entry....
-Journal of Red
After writing his last entry, Red lost control of his mind; he has joined the horde.

Weeks of wandering have passed since he lost his family and friends from the plague. Kieve wanders the streets of London alone. He is haunted by the memories of all those he cared for in life dying at his hands after they were infected. He then stumbles upon a dog, looking to be a pitbull, possibly with some mix breed origins, being mobbed by a small group of zombies. Kieve is limited on ammunition, but not sure he can stand to watch someone or something else die at the hands of zombies. Despite the fact that he sees claw and bite marks on the dog, he knows it can be saved, as, according to news reports he watched before the zombies overran his home, the virus targeted humans solely, meaning that the dog would not be infected. However, the zombies, being hostile towards everything but other zombies, are known for killing animals. Kieve ponders this as the dog snarls at the zombies, ready to fight. However, Kieve knows the dog does not stand a chance on its own...

OOC: Keep being patient, the rest will be up by tomorrow.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

After a long day of fishing in the ocean, Bob finally pulled a good-sized fish out. "Around time. I need some food; I'm starvin'!" Bob remarked. He returned to his small hut and threw the fish on a thin rock on top of a fire. He hasn't seen many zombie marauders prowling around, but he read a book on combat while waiting for his dinner to cook anyways. He pulled the fish off the rock after he was done and while he was eating the fish and reading his book, he felt parched by the daytime heat. He went to his water storage, stored away from his cabin in case the cabin got raided by looters or zombies, but, to his horror, he finds all his water gone and signs of a violent struggle along with zombie corpses, indicating looters. He rushed back to his cabin, grabbing his dual .9mm pistols and a few cans of spam and stuffed them in his pockets, along with a few books. He then set off to find an oasis. However, he knows that, for an unknown reason, every other oasis he's seen has been overrun by zombies. He distinctly recalls the long-armed tree dwelling zombies that ambushed him last time he went out for water. Due to the encounter, he broke his left ring finger, and has not been able to find a cast for it. Wincing, Bob pulls aside a branch and faintly sees what looks like an oasis less than a day's walk away. However, he also sees zombies blocking his way.

Michael was exhausted. He had been scouring the Outback for days for water, and had not found anything more than some rainfall built up on a leaf, let alone anything to eat. When Sydney was attacked by the horde, he was seperated from his foster parents, and got lost in this blasted desert. He could barely muster the stregnth to both walk and hold his gun at the same time. Wearily, he looks up, then blinks and rubs his eyes, then looks again. He sees an oasis ahead of him, albeit one guarded by zombies. Still, just the sight of water soothes his thoroughly dried throat for a moment and gives him a small but neccessary boost of energy. He takes a few steps forward, aims his gun up to the nearest zombie's head and pulls the trigger.

Naielli steps out of the brush. The scent of zombies and gunsmoke linger in the air. Prepared for a vicious gunfight with a group of looters, he pulls out his boomstick and sneaks to a better vantage point. To his suprise, he finds out that for once the armed survivors were not the winners of this fight. Weighing the risks and benefits, Naielli decides against provoking a fight. It wasn't worth it over the miniscule food supplies the survivors had. When he turns around, he finds the worst thing possible he could find; a mutant offshoot of the generic zombie he called the Flashing Screamer. It was a normal zombie, except it could screech to ear-splitting volumes, attracting zombies, and flash extremely brightly, causing effects similar to flash-bang grenades. Before it could stun and infect him, Naielli shot the Screamer in the face, knowing that the zombies behind him would be on his trail before he knew it. He ran as fast as he could, setting his target as the overran oasis he had located several days previously, due to knowing a way through the horde guarding it.

OOC: Be patient a little bit longer.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

George was relaxing for once in a long while. He had, for once, managed to scavenge enough food to feed him and his sister for more than a day at a time. It was the first time he had eaten well since his parents were taken by the virus. It had been hard-earned, though; the restaurant he plundered it from was surrounded by a seemingly-endless horde of zombies. He wondered why there were so many zombies there; he didn't think that many were left in the city. He comes up with a theory and peers up, confirming his worst fears; an absolutely immense wave of zombies, a black tide rushing towards the city. The survivors had no chance of survival. Their only choice is to escape across the sea.

Max stalked through the abandoned tunnels under Beijing. He hadn't seen a sign of zombies or survivors in weeks. His only company was the rats lurking down here with him. He walked to his food stock. "Man, I'm almost out." he said. "Need to go back up and get some." He resurfaced neighboring a restaurant, smelling strongly of gunsmoke and littered with zombified bodies. "What happened here? I though I was the only one left!" muttered Max. "Ah well. As long as there's food in that restaurant, it doesn't matter."

OOC: I'll finish up tomorrow. Inspiration and motivation have left me. I'll see if I can do better tomorrow.

[gameboy]

EDIT: Oops, didn't notice that, please ignore this post.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Error forgiven. However, a note I was reminded by the error; try not to end your posts with "and then..." or similar things. Finish them with complete sentences. I forgot to say this earlier.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

"I wish I was home." "I wish I had my family." "I wish I had my cat." "I wish my mind would just accept that some wishes never come true." thought Furby. He knew he was going to die here, in the ruins of the once-great city of Beijing. He was determined to take down as many of the zombies as he can before he goes down himself. "They've taken my home, my family, my cat, and my life." he thought vehemently. He finally saw some of his mark; a small group of the monsters charging at him through the streets. He only vaguely heard their unintelligible roars and screams as he descended into a fit of violent rage against the zombies as he did all too often, despite formerly being a pacifist. He came back to finding a pile of zombified corpses at his feet. He then realized those were the first zombies he's seen in days. "Wonder where they all went..." He then wandered back down the street, slightly hungry, back to his small "safehouse", which was little more than a few pieces of debris from the skyscraper the MLCR collapsed before the end of civilization piled over the openings of a bus that was either broken or lacking gas. However, as he was wandering back, something caught his eye; a bright-red container of gasoline. "Might as well try this on the bus." he thought as he picked it up. He then continued his walk back to his safehouse, wondering if he had eaten the rest of the fast food he had scavenged out of that abandoned McDonalds.

Fury. Oppression. That is what Steven Cross, a former marine, felt under Brent Kimmey's rule. "You would think he'd give it up after causing a global disaster." he thought. He lived in a small house packed with his distant relatives due to a lack of jobs in this forsaken town. He was currently gazing out the window at the sunset, which, admitedly, looked pretty good when viewed alongside the Redeemer's Palace. "The palace of the false redeemer, more like it." All Brent Kimmey had caused was death and destruction; he heard he even executed his own brother after freeing the poor guy from Guantanamo. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud banging on the door. "Another city-wide house check? What, does he think we're sheltering his 'evil children'?" By 'evil children', of course, he meant the zombies. They had taken his parent's and sibling's lives. Except his younger brother's. Thinking back, Aron was lucky. He was killed in the MLCR raid on Guantanamo. He never had to see a zombie as long as he lived. Steven went to open the door when two Loyalist Security men came in. One of them yelled "We're here to for the traitor! Nobody helps him if they wish to see another day!" "Traitor? Who could they mean?" though Steven. They then pinned Alado, his best friend since he got here, to the ground and led him through the door. Steven ran to the door, praying silently that Alado would come out of this. He was awakened to streets by the sound of the killing shot. Alado fell to the ground, his eyes glazed over. "This is what happens to those who dare speak or act against the Redeemer!" yelled one of the Loyalists. "May his followers consider this an example of what happens to those not worthy!" Steven was speechless, all his senses dulled by pain and fury. His face glowed red. His hand dropped to the Nighthawk he left concealed in his pocket at all times. "Now is not the time, Steven," said a voice behind him as a hand grabbed his shoulder, "your time for vengeance will come." He looked behind him to see Aunt Mahalia. She was not actually related to him at all, but everyone referred to her as Aunt, although he was pretty sure nobody he knew was her niece or nephew. "What do you mean? Was Alado actually involved in a conspiracy?" Steven asked. "In a way, yes." answered Aunt Mahalia. "But we need your help Steven. I have been looking for weeks for a chance to ask for your assistance." "Who are you?" asked Steven. "We are the Masonic Revolution. We were Freemasons, but we have abandoned their too-peaceful ways. A member of ours reported earlier today that he has found a crack in Kimmey's security, but we need your expert weapon skills to help us infiltrate his fortress and end his regime. We want to make an example of him as he has made of so many of our kin." "I accept." said Steven, eager to avenge Alado's death. "First, we must go through the sewers to his house. I warn you; Brent has left the cave the sewers flow out of uncovered. There are probably zombies down there." "I don't care." said Steven.

OOC: Alright, start posting!

[Hammer Up!]

OOC:How the fights work?What you must say in your posts?

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Use this thread (http://www.hamumu.com/forum/showthread.php?t=16368&highlight=zombie+survival) as a guideline. Really, this isn't an RPG in the common sense; it's more of an interactive story.

[gameboy]

OOC: Okay, sorry about that earlier :p Here it is: /OOC
Just that one gunshot attracted all of the zombies in the Oasis! Michael staggered forward, firing bullet after bullet, going towards the water the same way the zombies were going towards him. Despite his uncanny accuracy (given his current state), each gun only had six chambers, and two out of three dozens of zombies remained when he ran out of ammo, he swore the second he realized this! The ammunition was in his backpack, which he left with his bike just over the hill behind him. He tried running over there, but he was simply too weak, and he quickly collapsed into the sand. He then realized that there was nothing left he could do, he just laid there in the sand, waiting for the zombies to reach him... It was then that the unexpected happened.
OOC: Note, that this does not mean I'm giving up, hence the "unexpected"

[Hammer Up!]

"What it must be?" Hugh said.He walked to the window to see what it was.

[Mr.Mean]

Paul, after memorizing where the flare had gone off went to search for the last looter.He made sure the looters were ahead of him.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Try to make your posts as long as you can. At least a paragraph unless you really can't for story reasons. For instance, Gameboy's post was good, Hammer Up's was acceptable due to story purposes, and Mr. Mean's was too short and non-descriptive. I have set this game's plot pretty loosely (especially for those in Beijing) so as long as you don't break the laws of physics or ignore story important info (or kill off characters that are neccesarry), your post will be accepted most of the time. Also, I guess I'll say this RPG will be divided into 4 arcs (so far), and each arc is divided in half. When I decide an arc is about halfway over, the current mods (right now, TyTBone, .Blue Dwarf., and myself) will elect one new mod. The game will also be delayed around halfway through to allow new people to join.

[Ubernoob]

Gunman is in a familiar situation, in an enclosed space full of zombies. The key in situations like this was to blend in, to act enough like a zombie so they wouldn't attack him right away, or would at least have trouble finding him. Doing a slow shuffle, Gunman slowly winds his way through the zombies in various states of mindless repose and fruitless searches for brain meat, towards an exit in the room, further into the building. Then, a major stroke of luck. In a room full of tools he finds a backpack spray can, the kind used to spray weeks on lawns, and a can of gasoline. He fills the spray can with gasoline and puts it over his right shoulder, beside his backpack. He tests it briefly with a little squirt. It is fine, and should be useful for incinerating at least a hundred zombies. Then he finds the missing link in his arsenal when he was facing the kevlar-like zombies, a pick. Using a file, he sharpens the pick point to near razor sharpness. This should be perfect for penetrating skulls, armoured or not. He stores the file in his backpack for future use. With the two shotguns in scabbards on his back, the spray can at his side at the ready and the pick in his hands, he exits the building, intending to head towards the port in Wales which is still open. On the way he hopes he meets some still-sane survivors, with which to join forces against the ubiquitous zombies.

[Reecer6]

After building another turret, George went out for the zombie hunt he does every other day. He kisses his sister and puts her into a secret place, as he runs off to a plaza. George, on the way, sees a loose manhole cover and thinks that some zombies might be down there. He throws the manhole cover at a nearby window for no reason, and heads down the ladder. Seeing a zombie in a read coat, George shoots them with his Tactical Police Shotgun. He runs down a corridor as far as he can and finds... A huge pile of food!! he races over and takes a bite of leftover pizza. George carries as much as he can back to his hideout, happy.

[TyTBone]

Hope this works. :)

As Tyler fell to the floor, his hands lost their grip and the guns he was holding whizzed and bounced away. The zombie reared its ugly deformed head again and shot out another green glob. "ARRRG!" Tyler let loose his frustration and rolled out of the way once again, dodging the stuff by inches. This time, however, his feet flew in a 180 spin, slamming into the zombie's knees and knocking him him flat on his back.

Catching his breath, Tyler got up and hobbled over to where his guns had landed. Fuming, he snatched up one of the Glocks, whipped around, and just as the zombie had gotten back on his feet, planted a bullet in him.

-----------------------

"What the heck ... " Tyler peered out a distant window as he gathered up his guns. Another orange and red flame was shooting into the sky. "Was that to let people like me know someone else was out there, or to distract the zombies?" He raised an eyebrow, then heard some crashing upstairs.

Crouching at the bottom of the stairwell which lead to the second floor, Tyler
shouted to whoever or whatever was upstairs. "95% chance they're zombies, but better make sure." His answer came swiftly. A zombie lunged from the top of the stairs; Tyler rolled out of the way just in time. He blasted the mutant in the back as it slammed into a wall, penetrating the cheap plaster.

More thudding noises could be heard upstairs. "Probably a whole family up there," Tyler said to himself, looking at pictures hanging on the wall. He felt a twinge in his heart, but also knew what needed to be done. Running back into the kitchen, he looked for something flammable. Searching through the cupboards yielded vegetable oil and a little bit of kerosene. Tyler quickly poured them together into a small glass jar and screwed on the lid.

Shuffling on the stairs could be heard as he finished his work in the kitchen. "Hurry up, hurry up ..."

"Okay! There we go!" A match - stuck to the jar's side with Scotch tape - had been lit. "Not the most efficient Molotov, but better than nothing." Good timing for Tyler, because a zombie sporting a sundress appeared in the living room doorway.

"Oh dear gosh no, not a sundress! AAAAARRRRRGGG!" Tyler's eyebrows bunched up in the center, then anger overwhelmed him. With a adrenalitic roar he threw the jar towards a wall right next to the zombie. Unfortunately, it didn't break, and she prepared to hit him with a present.

"STUPID CANNING JARS!" The adrenaline continued to pump. Thinking fast, Tyler whipped the gun sitting in the seat of his pants, and aimed at the glass. Bullet and zombie goo flew in opposite directions. At the last second, Tyler rolled out of the way, and the slop splattered against the linoleum. "This stuff is getting too old for me!"

Bullet broke glass. Match hit liquid. Liquid flew up in flames. Flames flew up and started eating everything they hit. The sight was fantastic and terrible at the same time.

Having had enough of this place, Tyler leaped up and out of the back screen door of the house, to where his minicycle was parked in the alley. The flames were visible through the windows as he fired up the engine and sat down.

Suddenly, he noticed a large white container in the back. It was an extra holding tank for propane.

"OH N..."

Half a second later, an enormous explosion ripped through the house. Cheap plaster, chunks of wood, bricks, and roofing tiles flew every which way. Flames leaped up into the sky.

The force blew nearby zombies off their feet and sent Tyler and his minicycle sailing off the ground, down the alleyway.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

"What the heck ... " Tyler stared out the window as the orange and red flame shot into the sky and dissipated. "Was that to let people like me know someone else was out there, or to distract the zombies?" He raised an eyebrow, then heard some crashing upstairs.

Crouching at the bottom of the stairwell which lead to the second floor, Tyler
shouted to whoever or whatever was upstairs. "95% chance they're zombies, but better take a chance." His answer came swiftly. A zombie lunged from the top of the stairs; Tyler rolled out of the way just in time. He blasted the mutant in the back as it slammed into a wall, penetrating the cheap plaster.

More thudding noises could be heard upstairs. "Probably a whole family up there," Tyler said to himself, looking at pictures hanging on the wall. He felt a twinge in his heart, but also knew what needed to be done. Running back into the kitchen, he looked for something flammable. Searching through the cupboards yielded vegetable oil and a little bit of kerosene. Tyler quickly poured them together into a small glass jar and screwed on the lid.

Shuffling on the stairs could be heard as Tyler finished his work in the kitchen. "Hurry up, hurry up ..."

OOC: This is really an unfinished post, but I got other stuff to do, so I'll finish this tomorrow. /OOC


OOC: You might have a bit of revisioning to do as well; you were being mauled by a goo-spitting zombie at the beginning that you left out.

[Redbone]

"Now what did that book say?" said a panicking Bob. He remembered that the zombies' weakness was its head, so he pulled out his pistol and aimed at the closest zombie's head. Many loud gunfire's were heard as zombies toppled lifelessly to the ground. Bob runs a bit farther from the zombies as he puts away an empty pistol while reaching for the other.

OOC: I hope I'm doing this right.

[souperzombie]

"I want to get there as soon as possible," said Steven as he took his M4A1 (with silencer) from a chest hidden underneath a wardrobe/closet/whatever. "We'll probably need to get past some zombies on the way there, so we'll need to use my APC".
Aunt Mahalia and Steven left the building. Steven helped Mahalia into the APC, but before he could get in, he was interrupted by the rabid cries of the zombies.
"Stay here, i'll take them out".
About 4 or 5 Zombies rushed at him from behind the opposing house. He drew his Night Hawk and aimed at what could be the end of him. He had seen those movies about zombies and their weaknesses; Decapitation and Headshots. He knew what happened at Hope, Idaho, and what any mutant strain of virus is capable of. He let off a shot from his Night Hawk, which lucky hit a faster zombie in the skull, and it then 'died'. He took out 2 more zombies with 3 shots, and commando rolled to avoid the next zombie which jumped at him. He was slightly shocked by the jumping hight and speed of the zombies. He shot the zombie in the face as it turned around. He barely heard another zombie attempting to ambush him above the roof of his 'home', and shot it dead just before it could make a killing jump.
He reloaded his Night Hawk and clambered into the APC.
"We need to get out of here now. Show me the way to the sewer."

[Reecer6]

George was almost to the Birds Nest when he saw that 150 zombies were chasing him! He only had to shoot 60 times, though. 42 for rows of headshots, and the last 18 for the ones who missed the many bullets shooted before.

George gets up to his hideout and sees a zombie is about to infect his sister! He doesn't shoot it, he jumps on it. He smacks the zombies head off, then throws the corpse off the platform. George then gives his sister something he's held secret for a week. Another TPS. She asks, "What's this?" To his reply "It's your own gun. Use it wisely." Oh, and he puts the bunch of food on the dinner plate he found 2 months ago.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

Michael lay, baked in the hot desert sun. Each second seemed like an eternity. The zombies were sure to reach him. It was at that moment that a jeep shows up and two men step out, blasting away the zombies. "Hey look, a kid over there! I don't think he's infected, mate." one of them yelled. "Let's go check it out." replied the other. "Hey kid, ya need water?" one asked. Michael, too exhausted to do anything, was only able to feebly move his lips. "Yeah, this guy needs water? We got any left?" "One canteen." "Alright, we give the kid a drink then continue on towards the oasis." They then gave Michael a much-needed drink. "T-thank you. I thought I was going to die!" said Michael. "No problem, mate. M'name's Connor. My mate here is Dave." one said. "Let's keep headin' for the oasis." Dave said. "Back to the jeep." Connor replied. The threesome entered the jeep and continued to the oasis.

Hugh watched out the window as the flare climbed high into the sky. "Must be someone in distress." He then heard a loud crashing sound as the zombies kicked in the door. "Oh snap!" he exclaimed as he tossed himself into the sewers, with only a flashlight and his trusty gun. He flashed on the light and gunned down the three zombies ahead of him. "Better find the nearest manhole so I can get to that chopper." he thought.

Paul and the looters charged through the Wal-Mart, swiftly eliminating each zombie in their path. On the way, Paul picked up a few bags of chips. "Alright Renado, we need to find the ammunition section." said the apparent leader of the two looters. "Alright man. I recall we should just head right up this aisle." Renado replied, with a very strong Hispanic accent. "Great," thought Paul, "I have enough trouble understanding the waiters at that Mexican restaurant. Ah well, no need to be racist." He was interrupted by the leader exclaiming "Oh no, man, not Will!" Paul looked ahead and saw a kid around the looter's age surrounded by zombies, obviously bitten and beginning to succumb to the virus' ill effects. Thinking quickly, Paul blasted the other zombies away, then injected Will with a syringe. Will, partially catatonic due to the virus, gave no sign of pain. "I hope it's not too late." remarked Paul. Then, Will gradually began appearing healthier... until he fainted. "What did you do to him?!" exclaimed the leader. "I looted one of the antidotes from the hospital." Paul replied. "However, they were designed for the original form of UCA-12 that didn't zombify its victims; thus, they only work on people who have been infected but not yet zombified." "Then why did he faint?" asked Renado with a panicked sound in his voice. "The antidote relies on some of the body's natural energy to rid it of the virus; he fainted of physical exertion. He should be fine. But we need to get out of here. Let's go investigate that flare." "Problem is," replied Renado, "in this world, a street crossing can be pretty dangerous; we had to fight multiple mutated zombies out there. Watch out for the ones that shoot needles; they infect you on touch." "Any other variants?" asked Paul. "We spotted huge flying things in the sky. I'm hoping they're just large birds, but they may be zombies. There are also large, armored zombies. They almost killed Sam and I, but it stepped on a fuel line and blew itself up. Another one accidentaly lit itself on fire on the other's corpse and died." "Problem is," Sam said, "I was only able to get two bottles of vodka." "We don't need alchohol to affect this." Paul said sternly. "No, I don't intend to drink these," Sam replied, "I intend to use the as molotov cocktails."

The Gunman approached the armored zombie. Like he was used to, it charged him. Gunman then lept upon a car, then onto the beast's shoulders, driving the pick into the monster's head. However, the pick shattered, and only cracked the beasts armor. However, Gunman quickly reacted and unloaded a shotgun clip into its head, killing it. He started towards the general direction of Wales, using the sun to guide him. However, he was interrupted by the sounds of a woman yelling in fear. He considered to turn back and help her. In valuable moments, he made his decision.

OOC: I'll get posts up for Reecer & SZ later (along with SHFBA, seeing that some people in this game are playing both); I am going to go see if my mom needs help power washing the deck (along with taking a break from writing; writing for too long decreases the quality of my writing, as you can clearly see from my starting posts).

[Hammer Up!]

Hugh started running to find a manhole.Finding one was quite easy.He climbed the stairs,but the manhole didn't open.It was under something heavy.He climbed down,but now he had to run faster,because the zombies are about to reach him.Then he found another one.It was open.Someone could have climbed it before."Is there survivors?"He thought.Outside,there was only one zombie near him.He dodged some attacks and then he shot it down.But he seen more zombies at a distance.And the flare too.He gone to see what the flare was.

OOC:The flare is not at the same direction as the zombies.

[gameboy]

"Hey" Michael started, "Did you see a backpack and bike over that hill back there?" "Oh, they must be yours then" Conner says as he pulls out the backpack from behind him. "The Bike's in the back" he continues. "Good" Replies Michael as he begins digging through his own backpack, "Now that I have my ammunition back, we should be able to make sh-" He stops as he realizes something, "Hey! There's only two rounds left!" "Sorry bout that mate," Replies Dave, "We were low on ammo when we found the bag, an' we didn't think the owner would still be alive."

"That's understandable" Replied Michael, "I still have one round per gun, and..." Michael looks out of the jeep, "...it looks like that's all I need." Conner and Dave look out of the jeep as well, then Dave starts, "Shirly ya' must be jokin' mate, there's bout a dozen zombies out there!" "Exactly," Michael says back, "one zombie per bullet!" "I dunno bout you," Conner starts, "but I had to unleash a whole round just t' kill one of 'em buggers!" Michael starts again, "Don't you two know anything about Killing zombies?! One clean headshot is all it takes!" Conner and dave look at each other.

Michael sighs as he reaches back into his backpack, pulles out The Zombie Survial Guide, and hands it to Conner, "here, read this, I'll be right back" Michael then hops out of the jeep, and this time with more confidence, he moves on the sight of water, aims for the nearest zombie head, and pulls the trigger.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

After devouring the delicious dinner, George got up and viewed over the edge of the tower. To his horror, based on his estimates, the zombie horde was only a day away. His concerned thoughts were interrupted by his sister, who said "Didn't daddy say not to mess with guns?" "What daddy said doesn't matter anymore." George replied grimly. He then returned to observing the horde. He should be safe on top of the tower. Right? "No." he though as he observed winged zombies flying above the horde. He and his sister stood no chance against that large of a horde. "We're leaving." George told his sister. "But I can't carry a gun this heavy!" his sister complained. "OK, here, take this." He replied, handing her a pistol he had looted. They then descended to the earth.

In the APC, Aunt Mahalia said "You know what's weird?" "What?" Steven responded. "I have never seen zombies that far inside the town walls before. Turns out Kimmey can't even keep zombies outside his own city!" "Actually, that's kind of worrying," Steven said, "because if they break in, we're hopeless." "Actually," Mahalia replied, "we're not as hopeless as you think." She then pulled up her shirt a slight bit, revealing the flash of steel. "Anyhow, we're here." she said as they pulled up to the mountain.

OOC: Party details will come shortly.

[magic fly]

Kieve, nervous as he was,raised his pistol,aimed,and shot the nearest zombie in the head. Kieve quickly aimed at the the nearest zombie also shooting it in the head then quickly dashed to get the dog,he did a u-turn and ran as fast as he could while holding the suprised dog. he was outrunning the angered zombies for a little while until another group of approxomately seven zombies blocked his path, Kieve was surrounded with only five bullets left in his pistol.

"What to do...what to do..." kieve thought while desperately looking for an alternative escape route. noticing a store's window, he shot the glass while running at it and covering his face. unfortunately for Kieve the glass didn't all shatter like in the movies and he ended up cannonballing through the window while gaining a deep cut on his right arm and a few other minor injurys from the glass. no more holding his pistol with his right hand for awhile.

ooc:sorry for taking so long about posting.

[Ubernoob]

Gunman swung the car around and found a woman by the side of the road, waving her arms hysterically. “Thank God you’ve stopped,” she yelled. “Here, help me with these bags full of shotgun cartridges, food and water.” Gunman said nothing, his hyped-up brain struggling with what would be socially appropriate, but he slung her twelve duffle bags into the back seat of the fourwheel drive vehicle he had been driving. She looked at him grimly. “You don’t talk much, do you?” she asked. Gunman shook his head. “Where are you heading?” Gunman pointed down the road in the direction he hoped was Wales. “Oh. My name is Victoria,” she said. Gunman appeared to make a huge effort, then said, “Hi.” That was it. He got back into the driver’s seat and Victoria, with her shotgun in hands, rode shotgun. They continued down the road.

[Reecer6]

George went back to the food pile he found and got as much as he could, Put it in a suit case he found, then put more food in it, and ran back to his post. George's story will now go in a log.

Day 1: Me and my sister set off for the trip to the ocean. I'm sure there's a boat already there to get on.
Day 1 later: We rested in a barricaded Cafe. I took some food I found and stuffed it into the suitcase. We're resting in a stock room that closes the wrong way, so we barricaded that with some chairs and stuff.

[souperzombie]

Steven climbed out and examined the sewer entrance. It was just big enough for a person to walk through. He took a few steps towards the sewer. It smelled foul, mainly of rotting corpses, and Steven could hear a few faint cries of zombies. He knew he had to be cautious.
Steven jumped back up to the APC; "It's pitch black in there, do you have a flashlight or something?"

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

"Come on, reload..." thought Bob frantically as he reloaded his pistol. "Yes!" he said aloud when he reloaded. He then turned around and gunned down several zombies. "There, they're gone." he said, standing triumphant over their corpses. He then turned to face the oasis. He saw a figure swinging around in a tree nearby. "Great, one of those tree-swingers." he thought grimly. "Ah well, I need water. This might be my only chance."

OOC: I'm waiting for these people to post before I continue to update;

TyTBone (your post contained an inaccuracy that I posted earlier in the thread)
Kerma (For reasons I will not explain right now)
Redbone (See above)

[Mr.Mean]

Paul then, suddenly remembers to get batteries ,however while walking through the electronics aisle he is ambushed.Normal zombies were flooding through both sides of the aisle.Paul yells at the other survivors To walk forward as he shot the zombies.However, halfway through the battle everything on the shelves except the the heavy things on the bottom were either pushed or pulled (Mostly pulled)off the shelves by zombies.To the group's horror they are needle-shooting zombies.Paul yells at everyone else to take cover.Fortunately the needle-shooters can't get close to the survivors without tripping on something they knocked onto the floor.Then right when they thought they were safe, a giant zombie traps them.The zombie then proceeded to tear a massive part of ground out ,and throw it at survivors.The survivors dodged ,but the zombies behind them weren't so lucky.The giant zombie then leaves after slamming the two aisles together on one side.Then the power turned off and the giant zombie reappears on the other side of the aisle.Paul picks up the flashlight and inserts a few batteries lying around while dodging boulders.Paul then shines the flashlight in the zombie's eyes.While the zombie is stunned Paul runs around behind it and shoots it in the back of the head.It turns out the needle-shooters were knocked out ,so it was a simple task bone cutting them all.Paul then had one of the survivors go get some back-packs ,because he was fairly sure there were no more zombies in the store.When the looter came back the survivors got went and got:
5 bags of chips
15 Battery packs
two drills with bits and rechargeable batteries that are charged

[Ufo-Man]

OOC: What city is everyone in?

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC:

Tyler (TyTBone, New York City)
Paul (Mr. Mean, New York City)
Hugh (Hammer Up!, New York City)
Gunman (Ubernoob, London)
Kieve (magic fly, London)
Red (Blue Dwarf, London)
Michael (Gameboy, The Outback)
Bob (Redbone, The Outback)
Naielli (Kerma, The Outback)
George (Reecer6, Beijing)
Max (Max, Beijing)
Furby (Ufo-Man, Beijing)
Steven Cross (Souperzombie, Crown Jewel)

[Ufo-Man]

Furby went walking back with his gasoline to his bus when everything pretty much went wrong: The gas was unleaded when the bus took diesel, and he didn't notice the small hole that was making the can empty. Furby's life was becoming horrible ever since he chose to go to china. Since it was turning dark he chose to go back and sleep in the bus, hoping he would live through the night. He looked at a picture of his family one more time before he cried himself to sleep. Here I am, alone, crying myself to sleep, in a broken down bus, listening to the moans of zombies in the background, and the occasional scream. Furby Thought to himself. Wait, why should I be listening to them? I should be trying to cheer myself up, not being all moody. Furby grabbed his ipod, and listened to some random songs. Outside, he was smiling, but inside, he was still crying.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Both Kerma and Redbone have PM'd me saying they have writer's block. This game is not abandoned; it's just that if you get writer's block, writing anything more than a sentence is debilitatingly hard. This game is not abandoned. It may just be delayed a couple days while Kerma and RB recover. Trust me; writer's block is the reason I had to delay the last starting posts.

[Reecer6]

OOC: Ooh, writer's block. Last year, I got alot of that. But just at school.

[TyTBone]

I'm on a mild "writing roll" so I'm going to post again.

Seconds seemed like minutes as Tyler tried to land his minicycle. It had flown only a foot or so off the ground, but it was falling forward fast and he didn't want to lose any good speed from possible approaching zombies.

"SqueakCrunch!" went the bike as it landed, sparks shooting out as metal met cement.

Tyler quickly readjusted himself and drove out of the alleyway, out of the smoke and dust filling the area. He crossed a formally-busy intersection; scattered, empty cars punctuated the lonely streets as zombies waddled back and forth.

A single street lamp flickered as the minicycle finished crossing and drove on.

"Oh why?! Why did it have to be a sundress?!!"

----

The minicycle was a really bizaare choice of vehicle to have in a zombie apocolypse, and Tyler knew it through and through. However, it was the only vehicle he had. Working in New York had always afforded him the "luxury" of walking to work, but after a freak mugging spree penetrated the local area, Tyler decided he wanted something that could get him around more quickly between home and work, mainly. Something cheap, though, too.

The answer came from the classifieds. Tyler saw an ad for a red miniature dirt bike of sorts, hard to define. [The man selling it wanted to get something that made him look less goofy while riding. Tyler was - at one point - goofy at heart, though, and didn't really care; plus he didn't usually have much to carry around.]

So in t..."AUGH!"
----

Taking a quick peek at his pants legs, Tyler's face became one gazing upon horrificness. Zombie goo HAD smeared on his clothing - the right leg, to be precise. But even worse was the fact that the clothing seemed to be ... well, it was too weird. Like radiation or something.

Tyler knew he couldn't keep them on.

"Great. Yahoo. Now I'm ultra-vulnerable zombie chow."

With a sigh, he tossed the slacks into a nearby puddle and drove off in search of a JCPenny's [or something to that effect ... ]

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: If Kerma & Redbone don't get past their writer's block soon, I'll just write posts for them. Also, I'd rather not have people writing their posts as logs anymore, as I've noticed that they may cause inconsistencies (and I prefer writing things in the standard format over logs).

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: I'll update tomorrow or tonight; I have lots of yardwork to do today.

[Reecer6]

OOC: In logs, you don't have to do Day 1 Day 2 Day, you can do 4:00 PM Saturday 4/17/07!

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: In logs, you don't have to do Day 1 Day 2 Day, you can do 4:00 PM Saturday 4/17/07!

OOC: Actually, really, the formatting itself is the problem. I would just rather have everything in the same format from now on. Anyways, this will be updated tomorrow, as I have to go to a friend's farewell party (he's moving out of state)

[.Blue Dwarf.]

Hey, I'm dead. But wait, I'm still a player in London? Wait a minute, I'm not dead, I'm just crazy! :p Hope this isn't too much of a problem, but I'd rather still be alive.
This post contains Gunman, ubernoob would be wise to read it...

"I woke this morning to find a bite mark on my arm. I remember nothing of the past few days, or possibly just a few hours. I seem to have crawled into another cell and taken my wagon with me. By re-reading my journal I have discovered that I am missing a tranquillizer gun and a crate filled with boxes of shotgun ammo. The shotgun itself is still here, as well as some bags of rotten food and a 24 pack of bottled water. I am one cell away from my own, I believe this is the cell of 'Biting Betty'(Side Note: Her name was Rebecca, so why they nicknamed her Betty rather than Becky is odd... I write this because I find it equally odd that I can remember most of the other patients names and mental disabilities.) I should take note of my current situation, I am missing my tranquillizer gun and a crate of ammo boxes. The bite on my arm looks very infected with some disease or another. That about sums it up.
-Journal Entry 3. Date unknown.

PS: If I am in fact a zombie, I wonder why they attack people and seem so unintelligent. I seem to be able to think normally and write in my journal. I should find some other humans to confirm whether or not I am infact a zombie."

Red closed his journal and set in the wagon. He wheeled it out into the hall, the woman named "Biting Betty" was stumbling around down the hall. Red approached her and tapped her arm, she swung around revealing that she was indeed infected. As she lunged at him he smashed his shotgun down onto her head, ending her zombie life. His shotgun seemed un-damaged by this.
"If I was infected, she wouldn't have attacked me... But if she was infected, then I must be.. Unless she had come into contact with zombies after she attacked me. Is anyone alive in here?" Red said aloud. He peered into one of the cells, the window on the door had been smashed out. The patient inside was no doubt a zombie, he appeared to be asleep though. Red noticed that all the cells seemed to contain zombies, this made him wonder how he remained un-infected.

Red walked out into the field outside the asylum, there were afew zombies shambling around, and a horde was seen at the main gate, trying to get in still. Nearby the gate Red saw his ammo crate and tranquillizer gun, Betty must have tried to escape this place and got biten out here. It appears the ammo didn't do her much good without the right gun.
Red spun around and looked at the Asylum again as he heard a loud beep, some one had hit the Cell Release button! All the doors containing Crazy Zombies swung open.

Trapped. Red was stuck between horde one and horde two. He decided he would try to get through the main gate, it looked as if it was nearly ready to collapse. This would be a very tough fight, and the time was limited before the crazy person zombies would wake and swarm out of the asylum. Red ran up to the ammo crate, loaded his gun, and opened fire on the horde banging on the main gate.






Gunman and Victoria continued down the road for a few miles until they came upon a large prison-like structure with a horde of zombies at the front gate. Gunman stopped the car to assess the situation. He could turn around and find another route or he could try going through the horde.

Suddenly there was a loud bang from a shotgun, some zombies at the gate went flying. These bangs continued to come from the other side of the giant walls. "Are there survivors in there? If there are, will they be friendly or will they be ruthless killers? This place does look a lot like a prison..." Gunman wondered to himself.

His thoughts were cut short as the gate crumbled and the horde rushed inside the prison-like structure. This opened up the road for him to get past if he wanted to.
Now he had a descision to make: Help the survivors that could be murderers and thieves or continue down the road?

[Ubernoob]

Gunman stopped the car close to the horde of ravening zombies outside the gate and made sure his shotgun was loaded to maximum. Then he noticed that the main gate was ready to collapse. Good thing he was driving a sturdy four wheel drive vehicle with collision bars on the front. He gunned the engine and broke through the gate, to see a desperate looking guy in a courtyard blazing away at zombies. He also noticed there was a crate and a gun lying on the ground. “Get the gun,” he told Victoria, but she was way ahead of him, already scooping up the gun and checking the ammo while Gunman emptied his shotgun into nearby zombies, one shot per head. Then he swapped his empty shotgun for hers and kept firing while she reloaded. This lady was a cool head in a tight spot; he respected that deeply. The desperate-looking guy ran up and he and gunman were able to get the crate into the back of the vehicle, not a minute too soon; another horde of zombies was coming from further in the building. All three still-humans got in the vehicle and it reversed back out into the road as they continued to blaze away at any zombies who were getting too close. Soon they were on the road again, heading towards Wales and hopefully safety.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Gack, writer's block. I hope to update tomorrow.

EDIT: Having my grandparents over for the next couple days. Man, what a series of delays, huh?

[Reecer6]

OOC: Gasp! Writer's Block is contagious!

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

Tyler drove down the street, warily watching for zombies or a clothing store. "Being here alone is bad enough. Being alone here in just my boxers... feels like Ghouls and Goblins.... except worse." he muttered to himself. He then drove by a Wal-Mart. Zombies swarmed all over the parking lot, and he spotted things in the sky that looked like winged zombies. "Great," he thought, "they're mutating even more now." He also spotted some large zombies that looked pretty durable. He then saw a scraggly man around his age dressed in doctor's clothes and two kids around teen or college-age. One of them had an unconcious survivor strapped to his back. The doctor whipped out a shotgun and started blasting away at the minor zombies, while the teen who did not have a survivor strapped to his back started tossing molotov cocktails at the larger zombies. Not expecting to walk into this much mayhem, Tyler was temporarily suprised, but then took out his Glock and began pouring lead on the regular zombies. After clearing the area after a flaming zombie walked into a gas station. Tyler wiped some ash off his face and went up to the other ramshackle group. "Hello there!" he yelled. "Got any extra pants?" "Here," said the doctor, "my name's Paul, and these guys are Renado and Sam. The unconcious one is Will." "Nice to meet you, I'm Tyler." "Hey, you see the flare?" asked Sam. "Yes, I did." replied Tyler. "I was actually going to go check it out, but a zombie slimed my pants." "Gross. Let's go investigate the flare." replied Paul cooly.

Stalking quietly down the alleyway, Hugh tried his hardest to evade the zombies. However, a large horde noticed him anyways. Panicking, he fired several shots into their midst, taking down a few. He ran towards the flare, but saw a group of humanoid figures passing the street where the flare went off. "Oh no, I'm cornered. What should I do?!" he thought to himself. He looked behind him, to find the horde still approaching. He noticed a dumpster lying conviniently close to a balcony. He lept on the dumpster and then onto the balcony. The zombies for some reason passed him by. Curious, he dropped down, picked off the stragglers, and followed the horde.

OOC: The rest of the updates will come later. Also, TyTBone, I sent you a PM a while back regarding the flare. See if you can dig that up and pick up where I left off.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

"Thanks for getting me out of there." said Red, running short of breath. "You're welcome." replied Victoria. "There's someone coming up behind us." said Red, noticing a motorcycle behind the car. "Don't tell me they've learned how to drive!" exclaimed Victoria. Gunman slowed the car and grabbed a trusty shotgun. He then rolled down the window and prepared for a gunfight. "Hey, put that down!" yelled the man pulling up next to them. "Whew, not a zombie." said Red. "Of course I'm not. I'm the reason you're not either!" responded the man. The man then lifted off his helmet. He was a scraggly, aged man, looking to be in his fifties or sixties. "What do you mean?" questioned Red. "You were the lucky one to be the first successful patient of my new zombie cure!" exclaimed the man. "Huh, I thought I just went delirious from those stupid government medications." said Red. "Oh, sorry, I was in such a rush I forgot to properly introduce myself. I am Doctor Wilson. And your names?" "I'm Alfred, or Red for short." "I am Victoria, and the driver has not yet given me his name. He isn't really much for talk either." "Good to meet you. I would invite you for tea and talk in more casual times, but I have something more important to show you. Come, let me lead you to my laboratory."

Kieve nursed his wounded arm tenderly. "Better find some bandages." he said, wincing as he bumped it up against a wall on accident. The pit bull followed him, looking at him expectantly. "Look, I don't have any food. All I have is a gun." He then saw a building in flames in the distance. "Hmm... I ought to check that out." he thought.

OOC: Rest of the posts coming tomorrow.

[TyTBone]

"We need to go back and pick up our truck first, though," he mentioned, pointing his shotgun towards the right side of Wal-Mart, the loading docks. "We stole a Roadway and were grabbing stuff when Renado heard your ..." He looked at what Tyler was holding and raised an eyebrow. "Pardon me, but what the heck IS that thing?"

"I call it a minicycle."

"Geez, how'd you survive? Anyway, we all came to investigate and see what was going on - Sam, I wish you and Will had stayed in the truck." Paul glared.

Sam glared back and readjusted his straps. "Hey, he's my brother, for gaul's sake! I'm not leaving him alone."

"It's not like you had to come along in the first place."

"I got bored."

Paul shook his head and shot off a round at some rapidly approaching mutants. The powerful blast ripped into them with such force that they flipped head over heals. "Bloomin' Wednesday nights. Bloodiest time at the hospital, and some things just don't change. C'mon! We need to get out of here."

The group pounded asphalt and dodged abandoned groceries and shopping carts as they made a diagonal beeline for the truck. Moonlight showed the cabin to be poking out from around the bricked corner. Tyler gave his bike to Sam to ride [which took some practice] while he ran and shot at the zombies behind them. Renado tossed a few more Molotovs over his shoulder, leaving flaming spots and smoke on the road as a deterrent.

"Someone ... just throw the rest of the ... First-Aid kits in the back!" Paul puffed out as they rounded the corner. He flew past the front of the truck, jumped in the drivers' seat, and fired up the engine. Screeching to a stop, Sam lurched off the minicycle; he walked as fast as he could up the steps on the side of the dock, and made a right angle into the dark trailer.

Following suite were Tyler and Renado. About a dozen large plastic-wrapped containers lay on the cement, and the only decent way to move them was square-wheel style into the back. "Aaarg! These are heavier than they look!" complained Tyler as he bent over. Sam ran back out to help.

No more than 2 minutes later, after about half the containers had been rolled into the trailer, the largest of the bloated, oversized zeds broke through the flames, and the underlings followed.

Paul heard the moans and screams; turning to the left brought into view the crazed masses. Adrenaline-pumping and choice words flying, he kicked open his door and yelled out back, "LEAVE THE STUFF! WE GOTTA MOVE!" Then a screech came from above. A flying zombie dive bombed Paul's head; he quickly yanked the door shut and let the creature finish itself off.

The others all froze in shell-shock-like horror at the sight of the incredibly horrible-looking bloated zeds ["boss zombies" was a term coined later]. The awe subsided quickly, however, and Tyler and Renado leaped into the trailer and held on as Sam ran back to the cabin.

The zombies were about 50 feet away when the big rig started to pick up steam. Paul pulled the horn cord
a few times, trying to startle them. The blasts helped to slow them down, but they didn't move out of the way. Bosses seemed to bounce off, but the others ...

"Ah, dude!" moaned Sam.

"That's what windshield wipers are for."

"But you're aiming for them! Geez!" All Sam could do was stretch a frown and roll his eyes. "Dr. Block, you need to see a shrink," he said jokingly.

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And off they drove in search of the flare'd area ...

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

After single-handedly plowing through a wave of zombies, Michael finally reached the edge of the oasis. "Alright guys, let's go!" he yelled back at Connor and Dave. They ventured into the bush, more than ready to get a refreshing drink of water. However, in their eagerness, they got reckless. "Hey, there's something behind us, mates!" exclaimed Dave. Michael looked back and saw, to his horror, a large group of zombies only a few yards away and closing in fast. He put the gun to his shoulder, aimed, and fired, letting loose a hail of bullets on the horde. However, there were too many zombies. "Run like heck!" yelled Connor over the ravenous cries of zombies and shots being fired. The survivors did not hesitate to pull back through the brush to the oasis, where they found another group of zombies awaiting, eagerly anticipating tearing into the survivors.

OOC: Rest coming later. Writer's block strikes again.

[Max]

[OOC] Sorry for being absent this whole time [OOC]

Max heads towards the kitchen of the restaurant. More zombified bodies lie there. "This place is creeping me out, better get out of here quick" thought Max. He started looking for food in the cabinets. Only finding a few empty plates. After a lot of searching, he finally came across a plate of left-over macaroni and cheese. Seeing as he would surely die of starvation if he didn't eat anything, he hungrily sat down and ate it. After he finished, he left the restaurant and went outside, looking for some other place to find food.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

After an intense gunfight against the zombies, Bob was finally able to continue towards the oasis. "Man, I hope that doesn't happen again." he said aloud. He then heard gunshots and the sound of zombies screaming in the direction of the oasis. "Hmm, better get over there. But what about those tree-dwellers? I better do something about those. But what? I can't see them until they attack me." He then saw a flint lying on the ground, along with a few sticks and a larger stick.

Naielli peeked through the brush. A group of zombies lurked off in the distance, between him and the pass that he needed to get to in order to get onto the terrace overlooking his final destination, the oasis. He squeezed the trigger as fast as he could, bringing down multiple zombies. He then proceeded to go through the pass to the terrace, where he found a horde of zombies speeding down it. "Pests." thought Naielli. He would have to fight his way through them in order to reach the oasis. He raised his gun, ready to fire.

OOC: Rest will hopefully come tomorrow.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

George peeked out of his hiding place, grimly anticipating the army of zombies. They could be here by nightfall. "Come on sis, we have got to get out of here." "OK George." his sister replied. George opened the barricade and left his hiding place, checking the streets for signs of zombies before venturing out. He began to walk down the street when he heard someone say "Stop. Right. There. Scum." He looked and saw a boy around his age, possibly a bit older, standing in front of a bus, aiming a gun at him, looking almost dementedly angry. "We're not infected." George said, panic creeping into his voice. "Alright. I'll believe you. I thought I was the lone survivor in this godforsaken city for the longest time." replied the boy. "What's your name?" asked George. "Man, I forget. Nobody's called me by my real name for so long, but my nickname is Furby." "Huh. Funny name." said George's sister. "I'm not in the best of humor right now." said Furby warningly. "Anyhow," George said, "we were taking shelter in that tower you see in the distance, but we spotted an immense horde of zombies coming towards the city. We were heading for the harbor so we can escape, because there is no way we'll survive if those zombies corner us." "Thanks for warning me. Let's try and get any other survivors and take them with us. Safety in numbers." replied Furby. They then set off to find more survivors and, more importantly, the harbor.

Max wandered the streets, nervousness of encountering zombies or, worse, not finding food gnawed at his gut. He looked to the building on his left. An apartment building. To his right, an office building. No food. He then stopped, hearing voices. They were coming from right of the junction ahead of him. He turned to find three figures, one much shorter than the other two, running off into the distance. He ran as fast as he could to catch up. However, a group of around ten zombies charged out of the nearby alleyway, hungrily staring Max down. He took cover behind a nearby bus, waiting for the zombies to come nearer to compensate for his shaky aim. He looked up to see a few zombies barreling down on him. He raised his gun and squeezed the trigger.

"Sure, here's a flashlight. Don't waste batteries though; I don't have a spare pair." Aunt Mahalia said, handing a flashlight to Steven. He turned it on and found a pair of zombies, who got naught but a glance of the two survivors before bullets were lodged in them. They continued through the sewers, blowing through any zombies in their way, until they finally found the back end. Kimmey's compound loomed before them. "What do we do now?" inquired Steven. "We need to get into the window on the upper balcony, then we need to head through the building's barracks before we reach Kimmey's chamber. First, we need to distract those Loyalists by the entrance." "Done." said Steven. He flashed a ray of light into the sewers, drawing out several zombies. Steven then fired off a gunshot and hid in some nearby bushes, dragging Aunt Mahalia with him. While the guards were trying to contain the zombies, Steven and Aunt Mahalia crept up to the compound. They climbed up the ladder and shattered the upper window. One of Kimmey's advisors lept out from his bed. Before he could cry for help, Steven threw a shard of glass, hitting the man in the temple, killing him instantly. They needed to get through the barracks. Steven led the way, keeping an alert eye out for any of Kimmey's guardsmen.

Will finally brought himself to consciousness. "Uggh... what happened?" he moaned. "You were infected, but we met a man who had a cure with him." replied Renado. "I still feel horrible." said Will. The vehicle then stopped. Renado and Tyler both grabbed a shotgun from the weapons rack, then Renado tossed one to will. "Here, you'll need this." Renado said. Then Paul opened the back of the truck. "You're awake." he observed upon seeing Will. "Yeah. Thanks. I assume you're the one who gave me the cure?" stated Will. "Yes. My name is Paul, and I worked at the hospital not too far from here." "Great. Where are we?" asked Will. "We're parked near an area where I witnessed a flare go off at not too long ago." They were then interrupted by the sounds of gunshots and screaming zombies. The group charged towards the parking lot, where they saw two teenagers, a boy and a girl, and a young boy of around six or seven fighting a massive horde of zombies. "CHARGE!" Sam yelled, preparing to blast the zombies. A few minutes later, the whole horde was cleared. "Thanks." said the boy. "We thought we were doomed!" said the girl. "My name's Kyle, and she's Sarah. The little boy is Len." "I'm Paul, these three teenage boys are Sam, Renado, and Will, and the other adult is Tyler." "Nice to meet you. Come, let's return to our clubhouse for shelter."

OOC: Parties;

Tyler (TyTBone)
Paul (Mr.Mean)
Sam
Renado
Will
Kyle
Sarah
Len

Hugh (Hammer Up!)

Red (.Blue Dwarf.)
Gunman (Ubernoob)
Victoria
Dr. Wilson

Michael (Gameboy)
Connor
Dave

Bob (Redbone)

Naielli (Kerma)

George (Reecer6)
Furby (Ufo-Man)
George's Sister

Kieve (magic fly)
Pit Bull

Steven Cross (Souperzombie)
Aunt Mahalia

Also, PM me if you wish to sign up as a character in Cairo, Egypt. Slots;

1. None [Reserved]
2. None
3. None

[Max]

Max squeezed the trigger, the gun fired and hit the zombie, but it still charged towards him. He cursed his shaky aim. The bullet had infact hit the zombie in the stomach. Max panicked and started firing blindly, fortunately he hit a couple of zombies straight in the head and they fell to the ground. But there were still half a dozen more and they were getting closer and closer. Max pressed the trigger again but the gun didn't fire, it would seem he was out of bullets. Forgetting he had ammo in his backpack which he was wearing right now, he took out his small sword and charged at the zombies, swinging wildly and decapitating a couple more. Now, three remaining zombies eyed him hungrily. Max gripped his sword and with the remaining strength he had, charged once more, dodging one of the zombies attack, he swerved right and threw his sword straight at the zombie. This desperate act gave him some time to reload his gun. Quickly, taking the ammo pack out of his backpack he loaded into the gun, he didn't even notice that this was the last if his ammo. Once again. he started firing blindly, the noise was noticed by the other three survivors, and they carefully headed towards the exact place where Max was fighting for his life. Meanwhile, Max had somehow pulled it off, he had "killed" the horde of zombies, he slowly and painfully walked towards his sword, his whole body aching, he was about to pick up the sword when hunger and exhaustion took their toll, he collapsed.

[Reecer6]

As the 3 ran, George asked Mary (his sister) and Furby if they wanted to write in the log once they got to cover. Mary said yes, so they kept running for about an hour. at approximately 1:00 AM, they found a Burger King. (It was in Chinese, but George translated it) George, Mary, and Furby ran in and took cover in the restrooms. They barricaded the door before George gave a book and pen to Mary. She wrote the following: (Because George taught her how to write well, despite being 2)

1:00 AM DAy 2: I, my brother George and tis kid wee found on the strets whos nikname is Furby, hid in a BurgER King bafroom. I hope this acopilypes will end and I'll actualyy get to et here. Oooh, I hav to go into a univaral!

George started writing here:

If anyone is reading this, I (George) drew a map from where we started to here. I'll continue drawing this map the further we go. Also, Furby said Hi. :)

[.Blue Dwarf.]

"Well, I'm all for following this guy. He saved me after all" said Red. Victoria agreed with the reasoning that if he had a cure he probably had a safe house with some survivors and de-zombied patients. Gunman didn't say anything, he just started the car and nodded towards the doctor.

Dr. Wilson got back on his motorcycle and road off down the road, followed closely by Gunman. Wilson stopped and got off his bike near an building that looked fit to collapse. Upon seeing this Red said "Oh boy, I sure hope this isn't his base..." "Maybe he has an underground lab here. Or perhaps he has stopped for a completely different reason." Victoria quickly responded.

The three sat and watched as Dr. Wilson walked inside the building. Suddenly they heard a moan from behind them. Red grabbed his shotgun and fired it at some zombies that started coming from around the back of the building.

[TyTBone]

Mr. Mean, maybe you and I should start to let each other know if one has a post in mind

Staring down the barrel of a .44, .44...

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"I think this is a little nicer than your average clubhouse," said Will as Sarah unbolted the steel door and let everyone in. The whole bricked structure was about the size of an auto body shop. A row of windows lined the top of walls, with ladders placed in strategically.

"Yeeeah," smirked Kyle, plopping down on a dust-laden couch, "I guess it's more of a warehouse we and, um, some others tricked out. We got some mattresses for sleeping (complete with sheets hanging on rope for privacy) and a fridge with some dented soda and water bottles."

"THAT's what I need," interrupted Tyler. He and Paul wandered over to refresh themselves.

Kyle motioned at some boxes in the left corner. "Anyway, ammo and some guns are over there if, no, when you need them. And my personal favorite" - he reached down and picked up a controller - "a busted-up N64
Sarah was able to fix. Only got a few games and the thing runs off solar-powered batteries, but it's better than nothing."

As Tyler was gulping down his water, he suddenly remembered his laptop. "Oh, hey, you don't happen to know if any internet companies are still transmitting wi-fi signals around here?"

[souperzombie]

OOC: Oh cool, ima ninja. Many woots.

Steven and Mahalia went through the barracks, cautiously avoiding most of the guards by using broken vehicles that were in repair as cover. There wern't actualy many guards in the barracks, as most of them were on duty or sleeping. He hoped that no zombies would find their way into the base and blow their cover. There were 3 possible guards that could blow there cover from where they were; A lookout in a tower-like structure inside the barracks, and 2 soldiers guarding a possible entrance to Kimmey's chambers. Steven took out his M4A1, attatched the silencer, steadied his aim, and shoot a direct headshot on the lookout, who collapsed.
"Boom, headshot."
The 2 other guards however, were going to be a big problem, as he couldnt shoot one without alerting the rest, and he couldn't go Rambo without risking his own life. Then, a stroke of luck; a siren whirred out, calling out all soldiers in the barracks. Steven didnt quite hear what the siren was about, but he definetly heard something about zombies.
"I guess I must have stirred up a horde, or something", Steven said to Mahalia.
"This was easier then I'd thought. Lets go."

[Hammer Up!]

Hugh followed the zombies.

[Max]

[OOC] I'm on a writing roll, I shall post again, since PCR is too busy. [OOC]

Max wakes up and looks around, zombie corpses are scattered around him.
"Boy oh boy, what a battle, I'm lucky to be alive" thought Max. He then suddenly remembers that he was chasing three other survivors. "I wonder where they went". Max picks up his sword, gun and his backpack, then he notices that he is nearly out of ammo as well. "This can't get any worse can it". At that precise moment, Max hears a moaning sound, it looks like some other zombies are making their way towards him, he quickly gets up and starts running in the direction where he saw the other kids going before he was ambushed by zombies, after half an hour of running, Max stops panting, he sees a Chinese resturant, the door is ajar, Max enters the restuarnt, he looks at his clothes, they're a complete mess. "Well, better go clean up". Max goes towards the rest rooms and tries to open the door, but its een barricaded, Max kicks it continuosly but to no avail. "Dang! Is someone hiding in there" Shouts Max.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

Max roughly kicked the door multiple times. He had a stern face on the outside, but inside he was screaming with anger. "Let me in! My clothes are ruined and I'm starving to death!" he yelled. He heard someone whimpering from inside. "Just let me in!" he screamed angrily. The door opens up a bit and a sleep-weary teenager stepped out. "Yeah, thanks for waking me up and upsetting Mary." he said, still half asleep. "Sorry." Max said. "I'm starving and I just had to fight through a horde." "Well", George replied, "it's going to get worse soon. We're trying to get to the docks so we can get out of here." "Why?" Max said, "All the world is just the same wasteland." "There's a massive horde coming towards the city. I spotted it coming when I lived in a watchtower." "Alright," Max said, "I'll follow you guys, but can I have some ammo, food, and a rest first?" "Fine." said George.

Red fired the last shot. As it finished ringing out, he heard Dr. Wilson yell "Noooooo!" The group quickly made a decision and ran to assist the doctor. When they arrived, Wilson was kneeling down and looking at a burnt-down patch of sticks and rocks. "All my research! What the heck happened?!" he yelled, distraught. "Great." said Red. "Well," said Victoria, "let's continue with our original goal." "And that would be?" asked Dr. Wilson. "We're heading to Wales so we can get a boat out of here."

"Nope. Sorry. The internet went down a couple days ago when some moron decided he'd rather blow himself up on the rooftops with a hand grenade rather than be infected." Kyle said. "Anyhow, I'm going to go check in with my buds. You can come if you want." Tyler and Paul shared a quick glance and then followed Kyle. "Hey Kyle!" said one of the kids. "Long time, man." replied Kyle. "Any news for me?" "Well," the kid replied, "Nathon, you know, the ones we sent to check for survivors in D.C. with his two siblings, sent me an email a day before that guy blew himself up. Said they were heading to Minnesota with someone they met there." "Hey, you know what," Paul said, "one of my friends who said he was researching UCA-12 lives in Minnesota. His name's Brom." "Might be worth our time to go meet him." said Tyler. "Well," Kyle said, "Nathon is a good friend of mine. I'm with you guys. Hey Sarah, go get some supplies. We're leaving." At that moment, however, they heard someone at the entrance yell "Battle stations! Z alert!" Everyone rushed to grab a gun. Sam, however, climbed up a ladder and went up to the roof. "What are you doing?" yelled Tyler. "Ending this quickly!" Sam yelled back. Tyler grabbed a gun and went to a shattered window, taking aim at the zombie horde. However, before a single shot could be fired, a glowing spark flew through the sky, before exploding on the ground and lighting most of the zombies on fire. Then, gunfire rained from the roof, finishing the zombies that weren't ignited. Tyler heard Sam yell "Still had one more moltov!" Tyler then spotted a lone figure running down the street. He aimed, but then Paul pushed his gun down. "I can see him. He's not a zombie." Paul said. Hugh kept running towards the house, excited by the possibility of being welcomed into a group of survivors.

OOC: AACK! Writer's Block strikes! SZ's will hopefully be up later.

[Ubernoob]

[ooc: I notice that Gunman seems to have become not merely a man of few words, but a man of no words and no actions. Am I still in the game?]

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

[ooc: I notice that Gunman seems to have become not merely a man of few words, but a man of no words and no actions. Am I still in the game?]

OOC: In Red's paragraph, Gunman is part of "the group".

[Ufo-Man]

OOC: you forgot me in Max's paragraph.

[Reecer6]

As George, Mary, Furby, and Max get ready to get out, when a meteor lands in the kitchen.

OOC: I think I have Writer's Block.

[Max]

[OOC] A meteor? Where'd that come from?. You should complete the paragraph because I have no idea what to do with that meteor.

[Hammer Up!]

Hugh entered the house.

OOC:What were you thinking,that I was going to jump off a cliff instead? :p

[Reecer6]

George and Co. examine the meteor. It smelled funny. All of the sudden, an infected alien came out! After Furby and George shoot it many times to death, (Max just didn't and Mary doesn't know how to shoot, as she's only 2.) They see that it's raining meteors all over the place! The party climbs up the meteor, and towards the docks. "The infection must have got through space and reached an alien planet!" Mary speculates. George corrects her, "Mary, the nearest alien planet is over 100 light years away." Furby guesses, "Maybe a similar infection started thousands of years ago on their planet?" Max agrees.

After 2 hours of running and a ton of zombies just off the horizon, they find an almost Deus Ex Machina fort made up of thousands of crashed cars. The party gets in, and hides deep in the fort.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

George and Co. examine the meteor. It smelled funny. All of the sudden, an infected alien came out! After Furby and George shoot it many times to death, (Max just didn't and Mary doesn't know how to shoot, as she's only 2.) They see that it's raining meteors all over the place! The party climbs up the meteor, and towards the docks. "The infection must have got through space and reached an alien planet!" Mary speculates. George corrects her, "Mary, the nearest alien planet is over 100 light years away." Furby guesses, "Maybe a similar infection started thousands of years ago on their planet?" Max agrees.

After 2 hours of running and a ton of zombies just off the horizon, they find an almost Deus Ex Machina fort made up of thousands of crashed cars. The party gets in, and hides deep in the fort.

OOC: Um, sorry, no aliens (now). Negated.

George examined the meteor closely. It didn't appear to be anything out of the ordinary. He then heard roaring outside. Dashing out with a gun to check, he found a large zombie with a gaping mouth spitting rocks at the building. He shot it, but it did not appear to be fazed. "Guys, get up! There's a really big zombie out here that can't be shot out here!" he yelled frantically at the rest of his group. "Alright, what do you suggest we do?" Furby inquired. "I don't know!" replied George.

OOC: Don't have much time. Just wanted to give Reecer, Ufo, and Max something to go off of. Rest will be released on Saturday (since SHFBA is now an annual event taking place during school breaks)

[magic fly]

i am going to be busy and won't have the time for this, sorry

[Max]

"Try to hit it straight in the head, that always gets rid of the other zombies" Max suggested. George aimed his gun straight at the zombies head and pressed the trigger, the zombie was blasted backwards but it got up again, it looked dazed but not hurt. "Its not working" yelled George "Think of something else, quick!". "What do you suggest we do?!, we can't just blow him up" Furby shouted back. "That's it!, guys we need to find something to blow this thing up, this is a restaurant, right?, there must be some oil and matchsticks, we can set it on fire." Max said. At that moment more zombies started appearing. It looked as if the large zombie horde had entered the city. "We're doomed" Mary shouted. "We can't beat all of these zombies, lets try and make a run for it" Furby said. "I don't think we can, they'll eventually catch us, there's too many of them" Max tried to keep his voice calm but not succeding. Meanwhile George was covering the stove in oil. "Help me throw this outside" Yelled George. "I don't think this is going to work!" Max said. But Furby and Mary were already helping George throw the lighted stove outside, Max joined in and in a few seconds the stove was flunged outside, right where the zombies were standing, but nothing happened. "Blast it! We're dead" Max said desperately, at that moment, a white light filled the area, and then a massive blast occured, the survivors were blasted backwards, when they got up, they saw that the zombie horde was no more, but still they could hear a faint moaning sound. "I think we should leave" George said quietly.

[souperzombie]

OOC: *sniff*

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Actually, I may be able to update this tomorrow. I normally get out of school at 4:00 because my mom works after school care, but on Thursdays we get out at the normal 2:45 dismissal because my mom takes off after school care because she teaches our creative writing elective.

[TyTBone]

Sorry, but school starting is probably going to put a hinge in when I can post. Probably only on weekends, and I may need reminders [PMs and such] after a little while. Will post today, though.

[.Blue Dwarf.]

Red thought the burnt pile of sticks and rocks did not look impressive at all, so he asked "Hey doctor, that doesn't really look much like a research station, not even a burned down one..."

Before the doctor could answer Gunman held up his hand and looked outside, He then indicated that the others should come look. Down the street a bit a a huge zombies was slowly walking around, searching for whatever was making all that noise just moments ago. "If we break for the car, we won't have to waste any ammo trying to take that beast down..." Red suggested.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

Steven and Aunt Mahalia approached Kimmey's quarters. "You have one minute to vacate yourselves into the Inquisitor's Chambers, or you will be executed without chance for redemption." they heard from behind. Two of Kimmey's honor guard were approaching. Steven looked around. There was no way out. Aunt Mahalia raised her hands in a sign of surrender. Steven was about to follow suit when Aunt Mahalia lowered an arm and a hand grenade fell out from her sleeve. She pulled the pin and flung it at the guardsmen. The guards paniced and fired without aim, hitting Mahalia in the face, twice in the chest, and shredding her right leg before the hand grenade landed the final hit of the battle. "Are you okay? We've got to get out of here!" said Steven. "No." Aunt Mahalia replied sternly, with strain in her voice. "Our goal was to kill Kimmey. If I must die to save a people, so be it." She pressed two grenades into Steven's hands before reclining her head and closing her eyes. Steven grimly faced the imposing doorway, with new rage burning in his heart. Kimmey would suffer before he died.

OOC: SZ, don't go too much further than Kimmey's death. Also, everything else will be finished sometime soon. I have to update everything, kill off the characters of the 2 who quit, and add 2 people in.

[sonicchaos1993]

Name:
The Shadows' Knife

Bio:
Known by all but to himself as "The Shadows' Knife", this assassin lived in the shadows for a very long time. He can hide in darkness. In times of extreme stress, he enters an insane blood frenzy, during which many humans flee in fear. He is a master with all blades and can jump and run as high and fast as humanly possible. Photographs he carries from his pre-assassin life show that he had a lover at one time, now believed to be deceased. Her identity is unknown. He is currently in Cairo, Egypt.

Starting Inventory:
Razor-sharp steel dagger, several throwing knives, Short Sword
A couple photographs from his past life. It is unknown who is in them.

[Ubernoob]

/OOC Guman was thinking to himself that he would rather let zombies eat his brains than give up in this fight. OOC/

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Writer's block. Keep posting and progressing the storyline. I'll post when I get rid of writer's block.

[sonicchaos1993]

OOC: Am I able to post even though the other Cairo players arn't here yet, or do I have to wait from them?

[Reecer6]

OOC: I put in a part of my negated post.

The others agreed with George. With Mary on his shoulders, they run towards the dock. After 2 hours of running, they find an almost Deus Ex Machina fort made up of thousands of crashed cars. The party gets in, and hides deep in the fort. But, they here a groan, but it's not a zombie groan, it's more of a stuck object sliding against another object. Furby realizes he's the cause of this. He was resting his head on a muffler. He quickly scoots away, but the damage has been done. Many engines, ripped magazines, and Speedometers fall to the ground. The group scurrys through a 2 feet wide hole. George, Mary, and Furby get through, but an avalanche of tires fall as Max jumps through. He appears stuck! Quickly, the Escapers pull his arms through the opening. Like in an action movie, Max falls out of the hole, bringing the others with him, just as the entire fort falls. They look NW, the direction the were running away from, and see several giant zombies approaching. Mary tries to scream, but George covers her mouth. Then suddenly, bullets. Hundreds of them! Not really, just 45, and all heading towards the GZs.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

George and Furby turned to face their rescuers as Mary looked on speechless and Max added his own gun to the already existing arsenal. "We can't kill them!" yelled one of the men with a very thick British accent. "Come on, let's get out of here!" yelled another over the cacaphony of gunshots and yelling. "C'mon you kids! No time for messin' around! Let's get out of here!" yelled a man with a heavy Brooklyn accent. They ran out of the area as fast as they could. George glanced behind him and saw the titan zombies approaching. "Quick, down this alley!" yelled one of them, pointing down a narrow alley too thin for the titans to get through.

[Max]

George, Furby, Mary, Max and the men they recently met dive down into the alley. Max reaches for his backpack to get some ammo when he finds that its missing. "Guys! I think I lost my bag! Its probably in the car fort! I have to go back!" Max yelled as the men swiftly loaded their guns and prepared for combat. "Are you mad?!" Shouted Furby, "You'll get infected!" Max tries to reply but one of the men signals him to be quiet. With a sad expression on his face Max loads his gun too and gets ready. The titan zombies slowly appear and the men start firing, Max and the others do the same and soon they have plenty of zombies down, but it looks like the horde of zombies has already entered the city, more and more zombies start appearing, they start to get closer to the very alley in which the survivors were hiding, some of them are smaller than others, they could come into the alley! If that happened the survivors were doomed!

[Reecer6]

OOC: Are we the only active group now, us 3/4? (Not counting/counting Mary respectively)

[.Blue Dwarf.]

OOC: I'm active, just waiting for anything non-OOC to happen in response to my last post. /OOC

[Ubernoob]

/OOC I'm still waiting for some events to happen pertaining to Gunman's group, originally from London. The last thing mentioned was that we were heading by car to a port in Wales. OOC/

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: I finished the Beijing group's paragraph and then had to go do something. Everything else will be up eventually. Be patient please.

[sonicchaos1993]

OOC: I finished the Beijing group's paragraph and then had to go do something. Everything else will be up eventually. Be patient please.

OOC: Am I able to post even though the other Cairo players arn't here yet, or do I have to wait from them?
Answer please?

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Oh, shoot, sorry! I've been busy or sick the last couple days, and this got buried under all those "Post with\without ____" threads.

The shadows were his only friend in these hostile streets. Everyone he knew had been taken by the disease. The zombies now stalked the streets, picking off any survivors. But yet, he had to escape. This place was becoming too dangerous. Shadow had heard of a survivor camp in Morocco, and he was determined to get there. However, he was going to learn how to use something he would have never learned how to use previously; a gun. He messed with the uzi in his hand, unwilling to forsake his throwing knives, but his knives were only good for taking out individual targets, not massive hordes. He reluctantly walked into the streets and loaded a magazine into the uzi. He found a horde of zombies attacking a survivor with a shotgun and a sailor's tongue. Shadow decided that having a partner would be to his advantage, so he took up his gun, and pulled the trigger on the zombies.

Gunman pushed Red aside. "What in the heck are you doing?!" exclaimed Red. Gunman didn't even glance back as he charged the tank-like zombie. "God, if you're out there, help me." he thought as he fired a shot at the zombie to get its attention. It let out a bestial roar as it charged Gunman.
Gunman waited until the last second, then leapt out of the way as the zombie tripped over a trash can Gunman was standing in front of. Gunman then charged and clung onto the zombie's head and prying its mouth open. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?! Get down from there!" screamed Red, while Victoria and Dr. Wilson looked on in wide-eyed horror. Gunman then stuck his shotgun in the zombies mouth and unloaded a whole clip of shotgun ammunition into its mouth. The zombie fell to the ground, its face now even more a horror to the eye. "So," said Gunman, "shall we be on our way?"

OOC: These people need to post soon;

Kerma
Mr.Mean

Gameboy is also lurking, but he is having computer issues, so I'll wait until those are fixed.

[Reecer6]

OOC: Where's the Beijing paragraph?

[TyTBone]

"Come on! Get your left nostril in here!" Kyle yelled from the doorway. Oh crap, thought Hugh, racing down the asphalt. Horrible roars could be heard as he reached the 1/4-mile marker; a new pack of the thinnest zombies the crowd in the warehouse had ever seen came charging around the corner and, foaming at the mouth, violently rushed after Hugh. He turned his gun around and popped off a few shots. A zombie was hit in the knee and he tumbled over, tripping others over like dominoes.

Hugh dove inside and Kyle slammed the behemoth shut. But the zombies were still charging at the house. "Snap, man! What're we going to do now? Those are some crazed punks out there, and I don't think we have enough ammo to stop them before they take the door off its hinges!" Everyone whipped their heads around, looking for a solution.

But Paul Block remembered something. "Wait a second!" He charged up a ladder, poked his head out a window, and, looking to the left by the door, saw what he had hoped: an industrial faucet. The zombies screamed as they saw him, but continued to pound and push at the door.

"Hey Kyle! Does that faucet work?!"

"WHAT... Yeah, sorta, but it's water from the city! Can't control it from in here! CRAP!"

Paul called to Tyler. "Hand me your Magnum!" Tyler raised an eyebrow and tossed it up to Paul.

"The heck are you doing..."

Taking aim at the faucet, Paul squinted and squeezed. The mini-explosion nearly knocked him off the ladder.

But he had accomplished what he wanted. The faucet had been blown off and was now gushing water; the zombies seemed a little confused for a second, but continued their frantic and actions.

Paul yelled down. "Get some electricity running through this window!" Everyone now understood.

Sam ran over to the supply corner and grabbed an orange extension cord. "Here! Put these in!" said Sarah. She threw him a few forks.

With the menacing beasts still gnawing at the doorway and stream flowing around them, Kyle and Tyler unplugged the refrigerator and attempted to move it to block the doorway. Meanwhile Sam tossed the forked end up to Paul, who lowered it onto the thin stream. "Clear!" he yelled back.

Will plugged in the other end to the solar generator, and electricity surged threw the wires.

Paul pushed his head out the window again, and could see the zombies ... well, he now knew that electricity worked just as well as bullets.

"Snap, it worked!"

[Mr.Mean]

[OOC what is going on and who is with me OOC]

[TyTBone]

I have teamed up with you. Here's a list:

Tyler

Paul [Dr. Block], Sam, Renado, Will

Tyler met them at Wal-Mart.

Then the four met up with the following children/teens:

Kyle, Sarah, ?Len?

I think that's all.



[OOC] I finished the latter section. I guess there wasn't much else to be said.

[sonicchaos1993]

Shadow emptied a whole clip of ammo into a group of zombies, reloaded, and repeated. A couple seconds later, a pile of zombie corpses littered the streets. Noticing one trying to get back up, he quickly stabbed it with his short sword. "Who are you?" He asks the man with a shotgun.

[.Blue Dwarf.]

Red got into the vehicle and waited for the others. "Come on guys, let's get moving!" he shouted impatiently as he began honking the horn. Victoria yelled at Red to stop, so he did. Victoria looked around to see if any flash mobs of zombies had been summoned to the loud honking noise. It appears as though they hadn't, so Victoria signaled for everyone to get into the car.

Soon they were on their way towards Wales to find the harbor that was supposedly open. There were a few shops and stations along the road that looked mostly un-touched by raiders, no zombies were in sight either. The travel was easy and their supplies were high. Things were looking up for the group, for now.

They were mere miles away from Wales when the zombie population exploded, the plant life seemed to look different too. "I'm not liking this... The plants look they've been infected too," Red commented. The doctor replied by calling him a fool and saying the disease only affected humans.

Suddenly a zombie wrapped with barbed wire leaped out in front of them, sacrificing itself to pop the tires of the car. "Dang!" Gunman said as he swerved off the road and into a tree.
"The zombies are getting smarter..." the doctor commented as he looked back and the barbed-wire wrapped zombie laying dead in the middle of the road. "We do have at least one spare, right?" Red asked as he noted that only the front right tire was damaged.

Sorry if I advanced the group too quickly...

[Max]

[OOC] Just moving the story along, since no one else in my group bothers to post...... [OOC]

The horde of the giant zombies came closer and closer still, while the smaller zombies tried to get into the alley in which the survivors were hiding but they were constantly being blasted by bullets. It was a hard fight for the surviviors and the kids were about to run out of ammo. More and more zombie appeared and now it was getting very crowded just outside the alley. "Lets do it" Said one of the gentlemen. Max watched with curiosity as to what the three people he recently met were about to do, the three men stopped firing and told the children to continue attacking and then they went towards the back of the alley and started taking stuff out of their pockets. At the moment, Max thought that they were going to leave them and run away. "What cowards!" Thought Max as he tried to focus on the battle at hand. "I have a good mind to kill those three" but then he saw the men get up, one of them was holding what seemed like a giant black rock. "They're Hand Grenades!" thought Max. They weren't going to abandon them after all. The man flung the grenades as far as he could into the zombie horde. "Duck and cover kiddies!" Everyone ducked and then there was a deafening bang. Max felt something hot on his back. After a few seconds everyone got up and they saw about a hundred zombie bodies scattered on the ground before them. "Lets get outta here before the other horde arrives". "Other horde?" Asked George, a slight fear could be felt in his voice. "Yup, the other horde, come on, lets find us a vehicle and beat this joint". "Who are you guys anyway?" Intrigued Furby

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Before I start getting "Where's the host?" posts, I am really busy on weekdays, and weekends are kind of busy as well. I'll try to post at least once a week, but I can't guarantee that I will, nor that I will get to everyone.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

"Now, how do we get out?" inquired Sam. "I don't recommend touching those." warned Paul as Will began to reach for the wires. "We could just use the backdoor." said Kyle. "It'll be a bit of a longer walk, but it's our only way out until someone gets some rubber gloves." "Actually," Paul said, "I do have some rubber gloves. I worked as a surgeon, remember?" He then pulled some rubber gloves on and removed the wires. Hugh picked up his gun and went out the door. Paul, Tyler, Kyle, Sarah, Sam, Renado, and Will followed. "You stay here." Len sternly said to Len. "It's dangerous out here. We'll be back." She then hugged Len goodbye and then they departed. "Let's go back to the Wal-Mart and see if the ambulance I had is OK." "Why should we?" asked Sam rather arrogantly. "It has medical supplies, my food rations, and some guns in it." said Paul. "Sounds good." said Tyler. "But first off, I'm hungry." He took a small bag off his shoulder that nobody had noticed and pulled several steaks out. "Holy smokes!" yelled Kyle. "Where did you find those?!" "They were in an abandoned building I was... investigating." Hugh went into a back alley and came back with a large steel grille. They then found a fire hydrant with a firetruck located conveniently nearby. "Perfect." said Paul. They hooked the fire hose up to the hydrant and very thoroughly cleaned the grille. "Now how do we get some heat?" inquired Tyler. "Oh, that's easy." said the normally-silent Will. "I had to learn how to do it on that short stint after I ran away." He tore the hood off a run-down car and started it up. He revved it repeatedly and heated the engine up. He then put the grille on. The group celebrated with a steak dinner. They had to pick off a few lone zombies while eating, but they were more comfortable than they had been since the zombie apocalypse began.

"No time." the man said to Shadow. "We need to get out of here before more come." He dashed into a back alley and then broke a window and lept into an abandoned office building, blasting away all the zombies within. "Now, where were we?" asked the man. "Ah yes, my name is Shaydan." "I do not choose to unveil my name, but you can call me Shadow." "Hey, I've heard of you." said Shaydan. "You killed Khali." "Indeed." said Shadow. "Well guess what?" "I already know." said Shadow. "You were his running buddy. Well, we can't really focus on that now." said Shadow.

OOC: Writer's Block. Man, I hate it. Rest should be up sometime.

[sonicchaos1993]

A moment of tense silence passed after Shadow's words. Suddenly, the ceiling crashed, and Zombies poured in from above. Shadow grabbed and threw a throwing knife with his left hand while he drew the Uzi from its holster with his right. He and Shaydan opened fire on the Zombies. No sooner than they had cleared the ones coming in from the roof, More poured in through the front and back doors as well as the windows. "We have to get out of here, now!" Shaydan yelled. Shadow simply nodded and grabbed a rope. He tied a lasso and threw it upwards. It caught, and he started climbing. Upon reaching the top, he found himself face to face with a giant zombie. "Brrrraaaiiinnnsss..."

[TyTBone]

Hey PCR, don't forget that I, Paul, Will, Renado, and Sam all ended up
here in a rather large semi truck. If you could work into the story, or the latter paragraph, a reason why it won't move now [since it DID have a fair amount of supplies in it], that'd be quite nice.

Also, I'm kinda confused about whether it's Hammer Up or Mr. Mean that have teamed up with Me...

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

Hey PCR, don't forget that I, Paul, Will, Renado, and Sam all ended up
here in a rather large semi truck. If you could work into the story, or the latter paragraph, a reason why it won't move now [since it DID have a fair amount of supplies in it], that'd be quite nice.

Also, I'm kinda confused about whether it's Hammer Up or Mr. Mean that have teamed up with Me...



OOC: Actually, they were in the clubhouse. Also, MM and HU are teamed up with you. They had left the semi in the heat of the battle. They will get it on their way back from getting the ambulance.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

Sorry about the lack of update this week, I've been too busy. Next week hopefully.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Kind of tired today. Will update tomorrow.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

"Yeah", Victoria replied, "but we're almost out of gas too. Let's pack up and move out." They proceeded to do just that. "Let's keep on the road, though." Red said nervously. "I am not comfortable walking in the grass." Before anyone could reply, a massive horde of zombies came tearing down the street. Gunman lifted his shotgun to aim at the horde, but a large blockade of infected plants swarmed over him. Stifling the urge to turn and flee, Red, thinking quickly, shattered the window of the car and cut Gunman out while the doctor and Victoria laid down cover fire.

OOC: Writer's Block. I might write down the rest after dinner. School's wracked my brain badly.

[Ubernoob]

While Red cut him out of the entangling plants, Gunman became overwhelmed with grateful emotion. Never in his life had people treated him with such basic decency as these people he barely knew. As soon as he was able he aimed his shotgun, the one with the grenade launcher attached, and fired an incendiary grenade into the remaining ambulatory zombies. Then, as they got back into their truck to drive away in search of more gas, Gunman surprised everyone by saying, in a voice slightly hoarse with underuse, "Thanks."

[sonicchaos1993]

[OOC:]
A moment of tense silence passed after Shadow's words. Suddenly, the ceiling crashed, and Zombies poured in from above. Shadow grabbed and threw a throwing knife with his left hand while he drew the Uzi from its holster with his right. He and Shaydan opened fire on the Zombies. No sooner than they had cleared the ones coming in from the roof, More poured in through the front and back doors as well as the windows. "We have to get out of here, now!" Shaydan yelled. Shadow simply nodded and grabbed a rope. He tied a lasso and threw it upwards. It caught, and he started climbing. Upon reaching the top, he found himself face to face with a giant zombie. "Brrrraaaiiinnnsss..."

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Just a mental note so I can remember which order the paragraphs go in.

Beijing Group
Cairo Group
London Group

Also, these people are lurking;

Kerma
Mr.Mean
Souperzombie
Gameboy

Please, post soon. Although, I'll let Gameboy off easy since his computer has broken and he is having issues repairing it (at least, I assume- his last post was that his PC broke)

[Reecer6]

OOC: You never posted the Beijing paragraph you made...

[Mr.Mean]

OOC: I can't make a post because I don't know the name of HU's character.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

"Names don't matter much right now, lad." the man with a British accent said. "Found a semi!" yelled one of the survivors. "Excellent. Well, let's get a move on. Can't afford to be late." said the British man. "Late to what?" asked George. "There's a boat docked in the harbor. We're escaping to New Zealand." the British man said urgently. They ran to the semi, dodging zombies along the way, before leaping into the back. Then, the dimming sky turned black. "Holy smokes, they can fly!" screamed the Brooklyn man in a terrified voice. "Let's go, go, GO!" yelled the British man. The driver sped up fast as he could while a small army in the back of the semi opened fire on the zombies swooping from the sky, showing their batlike wings and mutilated faces. Mary shook violently and buried her face in her brother's shirt. "I-I'm scared." she stammered. "Everyone is." George stated grimly. Then, the semi hit something, sending it flying off the road on its side. George was knocked unconcious and everyone else looked very disoriented. The scream of an angry zombie snapped everyone but George into focus.

OOC: Rest to come later.

[Ubernoob]

Gunman found himself deep inside a nightmare. At first it was hard to distinguish from reality because he was surrounded, as usual, by attacking zombies. But these zombies were immune to shotgun blasts, and pretty much anything else he and his still-human allies could throw at them. Finally Gunman understood all too clearly exactly what they had to do to defeat the zombies and survive. But it was too late. Just as he opened his mouth to speak in his hoarse voice, Victoria was pulled down by a dozen zombies and torn apart. Then it was Red's turn to die horribly. Finally the Doctor was ripped limb from limb as Gunman struggled with some duct tape that had somehow gotten plastered over his mouth, and spat out a mouth full of marbles, then struggled to talk with a tongue that must have just been stung by a dozen bees. "All we have to do is..." Then he woke up in a sweaty pile, in the back of the truck.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Sorry. Can't update this week. Fall Break's coming up, so I'll probably update then.

[TyTBone]

OOC: Sorry. Can't update this week. Fall Break's coming up, so I'll probably update then.

OOC: Yes, I have fall break starting Wed evening. I can probably update then.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

Shadow fell back. Had he come this far only to die in vain? "No" he decided to himself. "When you come up, take cover behind that smokestack to your right!" Shadow yelled to Shaydan, who was still climbing the rope. The giant zombie then charged. Shadow barely dodged before the lumbering monster trampled across where he was only instants before, only hardly stopping itself from falling. He vaguely noticed Shaydan take cover behind the smokestack just before the zombie charged again. This time, Shadow unloaded a clip of lead into the beast, but to no avail. "Snap." he thought. He noticed he could jump the gap between this building and the next. Thinking quickly, he leaped the gap, firing relentlessly at the zombie at the same time. Angered, the zombie blindly chased him, falling into the gap. Another successful kill. Then, to his horror, he realized his gunfire had attracted a horde of zombies who were running through the building to get him. Worse, the giant had survived and was climbing back up the building.
Adrenaline pumping through his veins, the roar of his blood flowing drowning out everything else, Shadow made a risky decision. He noticed a gas station down the road. He prepared to make his attack.

OOC: No writer's block, just laziness. London's and NYC's will be up later.

[Max]

[OOC] Sorry, missed the Beijing paragraph. [OOC]

Everyone looked towards the direction of the angry scream, only to find a gigantic zombie staring back at them. "Find some cover kids! We'll take care of this lot" Yelled the man with the British accent over the constant screaming of the giant zombie. Max turned around and looked feverishly for his gun, spotting it he picked it up and started to run, but no one was following him. He turned round. "Whats the hold up?!" Max said desperate to run as far away from the giant zombie now charging towards the men. "George's unconscious!" Yelled Mary. "Great! He sure picked a nice time to faint!" Max said loudly, he tried to keep the fear out of his voice. Furby and Max picked up George by the shoulders and ran to find cover. Max could hear distant shouting now, it seemed as if whatever the three men were trying, it wasn't working. At that precise moment something hard landed on Max's head and he was thrown backwards away from everyone else and hit a wall. Looking up he saw a flying zombie nose-diving towards him. No time to aim, he just pulled the trigger and heard a scream, he had done it! But then something hit him hard in the chest and he looked up, the zombie was eyeing him hungrily, once again he pulled the trigger and this time he had hit his mark. The zombie fell with a thud. Max ran back towards the others, his head still throbbing from hitting the wall. He found Furby looking at Mary who apparently was in pain. "Are you blind?!" Bellowed Furby "You hit her in the arm!" "Sorry, I was being attacked! I didn't have time to aim" Retaliated Max. "Well forget about it, whats done is done, you pick her up and I'll grab George, theres an empty factory infront of us, lets get in" said Furby. Max duly obliged and both of them ran inside carrying the siblings.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Post-Halloween suprise!

"You okay?" asked Red quietly. Gunman got up, disgusted with himself for letting his fear show. He pushed by Red. "I'm fine." he muttered. The Doctor then drove in on a moped, skidding to a halt. "What are you trying to do, get us killed?!" snapped Red. "Sorry, couldn't resist." the Doctor said sheepishly. "Anyhow, I spotted an abandoned military complex up ahead. Ought to be plenty of rations and guns up there." "We'll stop and rest for a few days." Gunman said, straining to not sound hoarse. Red woke up Victoria and the three loaded themselves into the truck while Doc drove alongside in his moped. They approached the looming complex. As the vehicles pulled to a stop, silence came down upon them like a veil. Victoria and Red shared a nervous glance. Gunman pushed to massive doors open and they were welcomed by a rather enraged man with a gun screaming threats and curses at them. "Calm down, my boy!" yelled a man in tourist's clothes. "Sorry. He's an escaped convict. Got to use all resources I've got, but he's rather easy to set off." "Formalities aside," said Doc, trying to hide the after-effects of having an angry armed man screaming at him, "we just want to stay here for a few days. Rest our weary bones." "Do you have anything with you?" asked the man. "Our skills and knowledge of how to get out of this country." replied Gunman. "Fine." said the man. "I'm Ravenknife, ex-spy for our Majesty. He's Amian."

As they ran inside the building, Max felt something warm running down his cheek. He touched it to see what it was. Blood. He fell over, fear coursing through his entire being. The zombie had pierced his skin. The virus was in his system. Blood roared through his ears. Cold sweat ran down his back. Furby turned back. "What's the matter?" he asked. Max couldn't speak but instead held up his hand. "No." Furby said, stunned. Max felt weak. He then felt emotions and instincts entering his head. Hate. Hunt. Infect. He strained himself, weakly attempting to resist the virus. Furby and Mary stood, stunned. "I gotcha lad!" yelled the british man as he thrust a syringe into Max. Max instantly felt much better. "Good thing Tanner here found a jeep to block the door with, eh?" he said, glancing towards the Brooklyn man. "Problem is," said Tanner, "that's the last of our antidotes. " "I'll let you catch your breath for a bit, but we've got to get out of here soon, lad. That jeep won't hold them forever."

[sonicchaos1993]

Shadow sprints down towards the gas station, far ahead of the zombies. Silently, he slips into the shadows, and becomes near undetectable. He had never felt so in sync with the shadows. The zombies started to arrive. The zombies who had killed his contractor, who had kept him from getting his paymentWHOHADRUINEDHISLIFE- "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" he screamed as he leaped out with blinding speed and buried a knife deep into a zombie's chest. Aiming his gun, he fired at a gas pump, came out of his leap into a roll, and dived behind an ice chest as an explosion turned the zombies into nothingness. Flames lingered behind, consuming the undead corpses. Shadow sprinted away as the blood frenzy wore off- the fire would be like a beacon to other zombies, and he'd rather not be there to meet them.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: A note to all players: You don't have to wait until I respond to post. I'd like to move this along and the storyline is fairly loose; so long as you don't try to explain the origin of the virus or add in very outlandish elements (ghosts, magic, aliens, etc.), your post is very likely fine.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: I was really busy this weekend. Sorry about the lack of update. Also, will all active players please post a sign that they are still active?

[Ubernoob]

OOC -- I'm still active. Would it be helpful if I were to write some more stuff about Gunman?

[.Blue Dwarf.]

OOC: Typing at 12:30AM is not my forte, so forgive me if this post is hard to read or doesn't make sense. I'll re-read it in the morning to check for myself, but for now I'm going to bed. /OOC

Red sat alone at a window, scanning the distant buildings and hills for activity. None was to be found, so Red took out his journal and tried to out more pieces of his fractured brain onto those papers. Once he filled the remaining pages he would read through all the pages to regain all the memories he had been able to hold onto for long enough to record, but for now he thought it best to not look at the pages he had already filled. Red strained his brain to find any little snippets he could to record.

There were various little, unimportant things that he made notes of, but he wanted something big. A whole memory of something, like a life experience. He remembered a lake, on the lake was a cabin, and a dog. The dog barking at something... What was it barking at? There was a strange darkness blotting out part of the memory, whatever the dog was barking at. Red focused hard on it and the darkness began to clear away, he could almost see part of the being that the dog was barking so violently at...

Red was snapped away from his dreaming state when the window in front of him suddenly shattered as a zombie crashed its head through. Luckily there were bars blocking off the window too, so the zombie could not actually reach Red, but it did cover him with shards of glass. He pulled out his tranquilizer rifle and shot a dart through the zombie's forehead. It seemed to easily go right through the bone and end the zombie's life, and that made Red wonder once again just what this powerful gun was meant to tranquilize, and why it was being used in a mental hospital.

Gunman and Victoria entered the room to see what all the commotion was about.

[Max]

[OOC] This time I'm actually gonna wait for someone else from my group to post [OOC]

[sonicchaos1993]

[OOC] Still active. [OOC]

[.Blue Dwarf.]

[OOC] Instead of making such posts as "Still active" you should move your piece of the story along.[OOC]

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Sorry for a 2-week lack of updates. Sadly, I cannot update this weekend either due to Thanksgiving. However, ZSRPG is not on hiatus; players can still post and I will still moderate. In fact, in order to move the game along at a decent speed, I need people to keep posting. The issue comes with people like SC who are alone in an area or players who have had all their allies stop posting (TyTBone & Max). I'll try to figure something out (meaning PMing the lurkers). Still, you can still post, and 2+ posts in a row by the same person are fine too.

[Reecer6]

[sentence b gone] Furby and Max were still carrying George, who was slowly regaining consciousness. The factory was an old assembly line car factory that has been recently (By recently, I mean 3 years ago) built into a museum. The 3 1/2 walked down the 'newly' tiled hallways, and found a doorway blocked with car parts, mostly of the bodies. Fortunately, there's a delicate window nearby. Max took a steering wheel, then hurled it at the window. As expected, the window shatters. That was easy, but the tricky part is going THROUGH the window. Mary goes first, and only gets a slight scratch on her elbow. Then Max and Furby push George through the window, and he gets several scratches all over his limbs. Finally, Max and Furby go in with no visible harm. approximately 6 seconds later, George groans - He's finally conscious!

[Ubernoob]

Gunman awoke from another sweaty nightmare highly agitated. He wanted to call all the others together and come up with some kind of plan to go on the offensive towards the zombies. But so far all he could think of to suggest was to somehow modify a nuke to affect only zombies, or to bounce a beam of a satellite into wide dispersal so as to affect all the zombies on the ground, or to seed the clouds to make an acid rain that would dissolve all the zombies. He wasn't sure any of the others would go for these suggestions, so he decided to keep working on the problem. But he knew they would have to come up with something or else he might go MAD.

[TyTBone]

Yeah, wow, it's been forever since I've posted. Will do tonight, I promise.

[Mr.Mean]

(OOC: I am posting this because I am tired of this game and I want to quit,)

" Oh shoot, Why did I have to forget about the infection delay? now the virus is going to come back evolved further than most zombies would evolve in three yea-," Suddenly, Paul fell over, then the ground around him was pulled onto him. By the time Paul stood back up, zombfied, he was a golem that stood ten feet tall and was bulletproof. he then absorbed a gun and started shooting.

[Ubernoob]

Gunman and the others finally arrived at the port in Wales. "At last," Gunman thought. "We'll finally be able to leave this zombie-infested land and return to a pristine and pure place like the beloved Canada of my youth." With tears in his eyes from his joyful memories, he slaughtered the last of the zombies aboard a fully-stocked cruise ship and with Victoria and the others, cast off to search for a happier home. "I hope there are no flying zombie sharks out there," Gunman thought.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Oops, forgot to update :oops:. Maybe I'll get a night with no homework and update then.

EDIT: Also, this story is no longer divided into 3 arcs. The second arc, which was planned to be a high\dark fantasy epic, will be placed within 2 arcs of this story and will be in an independent universe.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Mr.Mean's post has been negated, however, he no longer has control over the story. Anyone wanting to join can simply PM me and I will fit them in along the way. I had the littlest bit of time to write tonight, so here's some updates. Oh, also, here's a site which you can remain updated on for news: http://pcrrpgs.webs.com/apps/blog/

After sprinting off from the gas station and hiding in a back alley, Shadow took a moment to calm himself. "A true assassin is silent and deadly. But most important, they must be steady of both their feet and in their mind." a voice within his head echoed from a memory long lost. He then got up to look for Shaydan, who he saw crouching on the building across the street. Shaydan signaled for Shadow to remain down and pumped his shotgun.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

The group arrived back at the parking lot. "I can see the ambulance." said Paul. Kyle fidgeted with his gun. "I don't like this." he said. "There's absolutely nobody around." Before anyone could respond, the semi the group told Hugh to get on the way there barreled into the parking lot, abruptly stopping. Hugh leapt out and took cover behind the cab. "There's a pack of zombies chasing me!" he said urgently. "I'd have run them over, but they have quills on their backs! And they shot them at the truck." "They've mutated?!" said Sam. "Apparently so." said Paul. "Sarah, Len, let's go run and get some guns and ammo from the store." said Tyler. "We'll be back shortly."

OOC: Rest to come later tonight or tomorrow.
OOC: It's here!

Gunman, Red, Victoria, and several other survivors set off aboard a small transport ship. "We don't have enough fuel for a whole journey across the sea." said the captain of the ship with a characteristically thick Scottish accent. "I think we should stop in Africa." said Victoria. "Why? The terrorists in charge of this whole cataclysm are in control there!" responded the captain. "But at least they have control. Last I heard, Egypt was the last vestige of civilization." "Fine." conceeded the captain. He pressed a button and announced to the rest of the bedraggled survivors aboard the ship their destination and the logic behind it. A cry of alarm went up during the middle of the announcement, however. They looked back and to their horror saw what appeared to be whale zombies pursuing them. Worse, in their mouths they could see the whales had been mutated to transport hordes of zombies across water.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: If absolutely nobody will respond, I guess I'll just abandon this. I'll put up writing for Cairo & Beijing tommorrow, and those will be the last until someone replies.

[Ubernoob]

Gunman heard the commotion on deck. It sounded like some really big attack. His first reaction was not to go up and to see what was happening, but instead to go down to the hold where he had discovered an enormous horde of weapons and supplies. With as much ammo as he could carry, he came up on deck with some rocket launchers and flame throwers. He found that a mutant whale was trying to stay alongside their ship and allow weirdly mutated zombies to scramble up the sides of the ship. All the other survivors were concentrating on shooting the zombies, but Gunman had a better idea. He started pumping grenades at the whale's eyes and blowhole. Within a minute of this, the whale had disengaged and dived beneath the surface. The survivors made short work of the remaining zombies. "Well done, Gunman!" the captain said. Gunman just mumbled. And then he said, "Hey doc, are you going to make use of that fully stocked laboratory below deck to find a cure for the zombie mutation?"

"I guess I will," said Doc.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Wow, Christmas Break has been much busier than I thought it would be. I'll edit this with more stuff when I get around to it.

[.Blue Dwarf.]

Red sat on the deck and watched the waves go by, scanning them for potential zombie whales, or sharks or dolphins. The fact that the infection had hit oceanic life decimated Red's hope for the future. It eliminated his plans of finding a tropical island to hold out on, a large chunk of potential food was gone too. Worst of all though, he felt unsafe being on open waters. Red needed to get off that boat and back to land. There was no way in his mind that he could stand sitting on a ship any longer.

Red went to find a life boat that he could escape on, he found some near the back of the ship. Upon seeing the small water crafts he was discouraged from using one to get away, the only thing worse than being on a big ship in open waters was being on a tiny one. Red decided he could probably hang in there until the captain landed the ship in Africa. He went back to watching the waves.


OOC: Sorry I haven't been very active on this. I'll try to check up/post more often.

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"Excuse me," said a female voice behind Red, "where am I?" Red turned around with a perplexed look on his face. "Do you have amnesia?" he asked to the woman standing there. She had chestnut-brown hair and a rather tan complexion. She was suprisingly tall, almost as tall as he, and that and the fact that she was covered in dirt and wearing very torn clothes made her slightly imposing. "I never did before. I remember shooting at these beasts in the streets of London while on vacation and then I was here." Just then, Doc came roaring out from the lower deck shouting "I GOT IT! IT WORKS!" Red and the woman stared at him. "Sorry." the Doc apologized. "I found how to make a cure from just seawater and a few other assorted chemicals!" "Is that why she can't remember anything?" asked Red. As he spoke, he glanced down at her leg and noticed a huge clawlike scar and a german shepherd. "Yes, indeed it is." said Doc proudly. "I was experimenting in the lab and I thought I may have found a cure, so I had the thought to capture one of the invading zombies." He then noticed the dog. "Where did the dog come from? There were none onboard when we got on." "Oh, he's just my guard dog, Samuel." "How is it following you but obviously not infected?" said the Doc. "Maybe it's immune but passed off as infected?" suggested Red. "Let's see." said Doc. He took out a swab and swabbed the dog's mouth. "It'll take a while to test this." "INCOMING!" yelled a hoarse voice from the other side of the deck. "Was that Gunman?" asked Red. "No time, they're coming." said the woman. "My name's Miranda, by the way." she said while pulling a pistol out of the Doc's pocket. Red took out an AK-47 and handed Doc his sawn-off.

OOC: For those who don't know, a sawn-off is a shotgun with its barrel cut short.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Is anyone still playing?

[Ubernoob]

OOC: Sure, I'm still in. None of the other groups seem to be active at the moment though.

[Reecer6]

OOC: I'm waiting until our Bejing group is updated by another person.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Sorry, forgot about Beijing!

"AUGH!" screamed George, reacting to the cuts all over him. "Quiet down, you'll alert the horde!" whispered Max sharply. "Too late" said one of the adult men. He pointed out a window towards a small group of zombies that had been alerted to their position. Suddenly, a man in a tan coat and wide-brimmed hat came screaming in behind the horde and gunned down all but a few of the zombies before being bitten. The man then threw a glass bottle with a note in it before lighting himself on fire with a molotov cocktail. "That was rather interesting." said one of the men. "Let's see what that note says." said Furby. Mary grabbed the note and brought it back. "I can't read it." she said, handing it to her older brother. It was a crumpled-up map of Earth with Beijing, a location in the Crown of Redemption, and a location in North America circled. Scrawled beneath it are the words "It's in one of these places! The world isn't yet lost!"

[Ubernoob]

Gunman was taking a shower after a particularly grisly day. Zombies of various kinds kept assaulting the ship, both from the sea and from the air. At one point he was so battle-crazed he thought maybe some of the other humans on the ship might have been zombies too and was about to start blasting when he ran out of ammo and was able to stop himself. The chow on the ship sure was a lot better than what they had to endure out on the road before finally getting to the port. And sleeping in a bed every night again was something he could definitely get used to. It didnt help with the nightmares, but probably nothing would.

After his shower Gunman went to have some chow with the other survivors in the galley. "I have a wonderful announcement," Doc said. "It looks like our problems will soon be over. I have developed a cure and successfully tested it in a brief clinical trial here on the ship. Now all we have to do is get it to all the other survivor groups on the planet so we can rebuild our civilization."

[.Blue Dwarf.]

Red looked around to see if any new faces had appeared. None had since Miranda. "Doc, have you tested your cure on more subjects? And if you have, why aren't they out here eating with us like Miranda?"

Doc froze for a second. "Well?" pestered Red. "Well... My other subjects aren't fully recovered yet. Miranda was a real fighter to be able to make it through this quickly." "Where are your other test patients? In your lab? Are you sure they're locked up tight!?" Red was struck by paranoia knowing that there were zombies on the ship. "Yes, they're properly restrained my friend, I assure you!" Doc tried to calm down Red. A scream came from the lab that Doc had set up.

"Zombies are in our ship! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!" Red yelled as he picked up hi AK and aimed it at the door to the lab. Everyone else sat silently, watching the door, ready to grab their weapons should a zombie emerge from the lab.

[TyTBone]

I deserve to have ... um, well bad things happen to me, for not replying sooner.

"Zombies with quills on their backs?! Good gravy, what's next? Zombies that bake cookies?"
"What the vat does that even mean?"
"I don't know. Let's move and get those guns!"

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The others stayed alert as they waited for Tyler, Sarah, and Len to return. Kyle
fiddled with his gun, as Paul fiddled with his glasses.
Hugh, who had just been staring bleary-eyed and quiet for a while, finally snapped. "We're doomed," said he,"This is just one more crazy crud thing to get in our way! We're could've been eaten, burned, electrocuted, blown apart, and now we're going to be turned to human pincushions?! Well, not me, man. I ain't going out this way!"
He started running in the direction of Sarah and other two. "Hugh!" yelled Paul. "Darn it! I have to go after him." Kyle started to roll his eyes, but as his eyeballs were turning, they caught a glimpse of some flickering movement about 1/2 mile away.
"Oh...no. Oh CRAP!" yelled Kyle. Paul glanced in Kyle's direction and became saucer-eyed. "Retch you, Hugh." he thought. "Okay, here's how this is going to go down! Kyle, get back in the truck and start that punk up! Sam, lean out the passenger door and blast those flesheaters! I'm going to chase after Hugh and you tag along, then we're going to race back and grab the others and getting the heck outta here!"

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As Sarah got close to the building, she too heard movement inside. "Whoo boy," groaned Tyler. "Okay, you two stay behind me." He re-clipped his pistol, cocked it. Len and Sarah took shelter.
Quickly he turned the doorknob and slammed the door open. Raising his gun, Tyler looked around.
Inside, a zombie was pointlessly shuffling around like an infected game of Pong. "Dude, how did you get in here?" Tyler smirked as he started to push down on the trigger.

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OOC: I will still be posting here. Neo Spam Battle doesn't require me to post more than regular players unless someone starts breaking the rules.

Tam winced as he heard bone crushing under his fists. "How the heck did I get in this cursed place?!" he thought. One moment he had been fighting in Chicago and the next he was in a science lab with two unconcious survivors and a couple dozen zombies! He then picked up a chair and flung it across the room, toppling over around five of the beasts. He then grabbed two zombies by the throat and smashed them into one another, snapping their necks. He then finished off the zombie he knocked over earlier with a few solid punches to their faces. Then, an empty table slid across the room, nearly crushing his shins. He then realized he was on a boat. Seasickness immediately overcame him. He opened up the door to get to the side of the deck and found a gun barrel in his face. "Oh crap."

Tyler and his companions stormed into the store. He heard someone's stomach rumbling. The group looked around and saw the produce department. They charged over, gunning down several zombies along the way, only to find all the food had gone bad. "We need to find something that won't spoil." Sarah said. "Let's get a move on, then." said Tyler. After a few minutes of searching, they found a few cans of nuts and some bags of coffee. "Not much of a resupply," mused Len, "but it'll have to do." Just then, gunfire rang out at the front of the store. The group went to investigate the commotion.

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: Anyone still here?

[TyTBone]

OOC: Anyone still here?

OOC: I am, but it's hard for me to post during the weekdays. :(

[Ubernoob]

OOC: I think we've definitely lost momentum. Do you want more of the formerly London now cruise ship characters, or should we wait for other groups? Are we going to merge at some time?

[PlasmaCannonsRule]

OOC: I think we've definitely lost momentum. Do you want more of the formerly London now cruise ship characters, or should we wait for other groups? Are we going to merge at some time?

OOC: I'll try to have you guys merge with the other 2 groups sometime. In the meantime, I'll give you and BD some characters to control in NY and Beijing next time I update those groups. Actually, I'll have you guys get to the landing at Africa, then I'll give you guys characters in NY and Beijing.