Author Topic: Zombie Survival  (Read 64441 times)

This thread is officially infected with people.  No fun since there is late-goers that "wake up" in the middle of everything.  Long posts too.
D:

it was an early 5:00 AM in LI, and i decided to go on a recon mission, as our newest scout was yet to wake

the night guards were swaping shifts with the day shift

i always prefered conversation with the ol' night hawks, being hardened veteran survivors and possibly the fact that they our the most hard working, as i left a night shift guard handed me an iced mocha to get going

i finished it before setting out, becuase my habit of slurping such drinks if its mostly frozen attracts attention

I journeyed into the fog, armed only with an mp5 so i could run faster


as i followed a local map, i was hoping to find a store or gas station that was nearly untouched
food, gas, some wolf themed stuff for my medic quarters
the usual
then i found a boarded up non-chain gas station

i grabbed some gas and some rations, but the constant moaning was getting closer, all the ruckuss i made wasent so great either


a bit into my next store a small horde appeared, just my luck.
I emptied my clip as i ran back to camp and i emptied my last shot into the jugular of the last of the zombies, but he let out a intended screech and anpther horde wuld soon be up my arse. I ran fast to the daylight guards and told them and i ran to stash my things

there were alot more zombies than expected,about 400, the fight for LI was on

Most guards and troops were beat from night patrolling, but we got them up for te great fight.  I grabbed my rifle and a shotgun.  About a couple hundred of us were fighting and fighting.

We have won, but we knew more were coming, no one was injured considering we built a wall and shot from it, zombies stacked up for a small stairway over te wall.  We burnt most of the bodies so the zombies won't get a chance to go over.  We were under atack for a long period of time.  We prepare for more again.

What equipment from the store did you bring back?  More updates on the LI outpost is that we sent radio waves across the Eastern part of the country to get some people.  We got a few, but not as much as we expected.  We wait.

Profile - Shafin
Weaponry - Shotgun, 32.mm Pistol, and a knife.
Clothing - Black t-shirt with a black hoodie :). Grey pants and a brown belt with my grenades and emergency pills and supplies.
Inventory - Backpack with stuff like emergency medical kit, medium survival tent, toolskit for engineering stuff, and an All-Access pass.

As I attempted to fly the plane using these really confusing contorls, I accidently flipped a switch that made the emergency sound. In my mind, I  remembered a moment when this exact same thing happened in movies and they had to parachute off. so, I say to myself, "Lets roll" I quickly  took my Tank of gasoline, then scrimmaged through the plane for anything. Luckily I found two toolbox sized of whatever it is inside and I quickly tied the gasoline and the two toolboxes together with the firehose int he plane. I then, discovered the parachute and quickly turned to the back of the plane where I heard a screeching sound.

To my horror, I saw the plane was burning up strangely and a zombie appeared from it. it was walking very slowly so I quickly tried to get my parachute as fast as I can but failed. Then I realized that I needed a distraction so I quickly took out my Medical pack, strapped the access pass to my belt, slanged my pistol at my shoes, stash the knife at the back of my belt,  while the zombie ever so slowly crawls toward me with a grueling noise that made me smell horror. Suddenly, I heard a shattering sound and the plane was rocked and started to spin round and round. I decided, no more. I quickly equipped my parachute, held my shotgun in my right hand, and jumped out of the plane. For one split-second, the zombie almost caught me but I was exactly in the proper place. I then suddenly realised that I had left my toolboxes and the gasoline so then I shouted "forget" and the plane blew up as the fire engulfed the gasoline. Sadly, I forgot the realsie that the plane was spinning an-WHAM!

I was thrown off into the air as the wings smashed into me dislocating my left hand and scarring my right knee with a cut. I shouted in pain as I fell to the utter earth....

Profile - Shafin
Weaponry - Shotgun, 32.mm Pistol, and a knife.
Clothing - Black t-shirt with a black hoodie :). Grey pants and a brown belt with my grenades and emergency pills and my knife at my back. Shoes containing my pistol.
Inventory - Medicalpack, Parachute, Access pass.
Damages - DISLOCATED LEFT HAND! SCAR IN RIGHT KNEE!

TO BE CONTINUED

200,000 out of 500 million isn't much.

I am happy too say there are no more zombies in chicago heights.I took care of them.
Rounds used:780,000 excluding rockets and explosives
Infected kill:12.4 million
People saved:1 (Obama)

Weapons:Glock 19,Automag V,AA-12 silenced,Mp5Ksopmod,akimbo combat knives

Clothing:Urban Combat Military uniform,Full kevlar gear,Steel toe boots,Riot mask

Inventory:Various foods,keys to humvee,Empty deagle and ak-47,and m249 ammo belt.

*Sees chopper and gets picked up heading to infected city*

*Finds mint condition humvee m249 and r36k inside plus ammo crates*

July 23rd, 2010, Day 125  9:53 AM

Standing in front of the Namg co international HQ in Ocean city, New Jersey, I made my way in seeing that it's been only a week since I've seen anyone.
Everyone disappeared. Being the vice president of the company, I fitted my key card into the card slot next to the shuttered entrance. Upon walking in, I smelled the rotting of flesh, and stench of death, far worse than what I smelled when I went to Haiti after the earthquake that devastated Port au prince. "It's going to be a long day.", I whispered as I pulled my Desert eagle from my top-right inner jacket pocket.

July 23rd, 2010, Day 125 9:55 AM

As I approached the metallic doors of the elevator, someone said "Hey, boss!".
I quickly turned, point my gun out in front, it was only Fransisco, one of our accountants. Before moving to America, he was a Mexican S.W.A.T. officer who always had to do drug busts, and got a lot of pay for it, too. "Are they still out there?", he said as I stood down my gun. "No.", I said as I looked back out the door, then to Fransisco again, "They're gone.".





Profile - Bob Namg
Weaponry - Switch knife, Desert Eagle, Flash bang, Rusty hammer, Police baton.
Clothing -  A buisness suit, w/ black pants, and a brown leather coat, with a bowler hat.
Inventory - First aid kit, Rusty hammer, Notebook, Namg co keycard, Wallet, Bowler hat, Police baton.
Damages - None
Vehicles - Black Skyline [out of gas][Stolen].











 


*Finds mint condition humvee m249 and r36k inside plus ammo crates*
Thats so loving unreal.  Oh my god, your chances of getting something in mint condition is like .01%

*Finds mint condition humvee m249 and r36k inside plus ammo crates*
That, sir, is actually a cut-out.

Since Shadow is being unreal, I will do something similar.

FLAME USES PEBBLE AND THROWS IT FROM NEVADA TO CHICAGO AND BLOWS UP SHADOW'S HELICOPTER

SUDDENLY STROVBE ACQUIRES A HYDROGEN BOMB.


The humvee is mint codition because some marines were patroling the area when the virus broke out and then blah blah blah they got infected and are now roaming the streets of.....HOLY stuff ITS A HORDE OF 'EM!
*Fires R36k while running to humvee*
Oh and a infection spreading all over the country and then the world?THIS is pretty unrealistic guys.
Chuck Norris would have stopped it before it got to loving Tennessee!

Since your making fun of me being supposedly "unrealistic", I Suddenly got a nuke jumped to the moon,THEN i blew up the world and then I became THE LAST MAN STANDING.