Zombie Survival; Nowhere to hide...

[lordfeline]

"I assure you, I am most certinly not Du-"
He closes his eys. when he opens them, they have the wild untamed look of the insane pastor again.
"Look upon  me and despair! you have failed your divine duty! you have held back the messanger of god, and thus condemmed yourself to forever burn in the firey pits of hell!"

he writhes on his gurney a little while longer before going into a deep sleep.

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[Lugnut]

"As I suspected. Anyway, let's move back."
Karan exits the quarantine bay, moving upstairs.
The few remaining doctors had been training interns to perform light tasks.
Karan turned to the two nearest him, and said "I want a twenty four seven watch on he Duncan downstairs. Notify me if anything goes wrong, and keep notes on everything he says, in case he says something important.

Name: Fulton Ruby    Health: Minor bruises on his back      Status:  Glad to help
Inventory: Pen, paper, notepad, clipboard. Drawing paper.
Location: Portland Oregon
Name: Samantha Ruby    Health: Broken left arm,   Status:  Bored like hell
Inventory: Cell phone, mp3 player, her fathers pocket knife
Location: Portland Oregon
My sister, Samantha and I were just assigned to watch the nutjob Duncan, by Karan, our semi official leader. I'll be writing in this journal to keep track.

[Fireboy]

Name: Alex
Health: Getting Hungry, will need food in at least 6 hours. Scrapes and cuts from plants.
Status: Confused, frightened
Inventory: Nothing
Location: Hill near house

I am about to just give up, when I see a helicopter up above. It comes lower, and I breath a sigh of relief as I realise it's going to save me. I grab a man's hand and he pulls me up.

Bob: Hey, glad we could save you. What's your name?

Alex: I'm Alex. Thanks for saving my ass. Who's the other guy?

Bob:He's Jason.  Here's a knife to defend yourself with.

Alex: Thanks, man!

I pocket the knife. A few minutes of silence pass, over which I awe at the burning and destroyed town where I used to live. Suddenly, my stomach growls.

Alex: Do you have any spare food? I haven't eaten in a few days.

Bob: Oh here. It's not much but it will help. [Bob hands Alex water and some fish]

Alex: Thanks!

A few minutes later, I finish the food.

Bob: Was it good?

Alex: Yeah. So, where are we headed?

Bob: I guess we will look around the town a little more.

Name: Alex
Health: Scrapes and cuts from plants.
Status: Relaxed
Inventory: Knife
Location: Helicopter with Bob and Jason

[LeeroyBlockhead]

Name: Ash

Status: Blowin' bitches up.

Inventory: Dufflebag (Storage), Slightly bent Metal Rod.

Location: Outside of OSHU.


Ash lit up a pipebomb, with a smile, and then chucked it. He lost his chance for a barrel to the G3, but who cared. It attracted most of the zombies, from the sparks, and then, killed out most. Ash bashed a zombie in the head, and fumbled for a clip in his dufflebag. One. But it was to the G3. Damnit.

[Lugnut]

Name: Troy Rogers Health: Perfect, except for a minor crack in his teeth from grinding at night. Status: Shipping Zombies
Inventory: Standard sniper, 78 ammo, other random Crap.
Location: Portland Oregon

This job is easy. Following Xavier isn't that difficult. Sniping is fun stuff.
[Scribbles as the pen is dropped]
Whoops, let a couple get by while I was writing. Anyway, I alwa
[Similar scribbles]
Okay, someone just told me there is a survivor down there. I have to go save him.

Done. That wasn't too hard, I think I shot him in the foot, but oh well. Now I can write in peace. I always wanted to be a soldier, and after seven  years, I think it was my best and only choice I ever made in my life.
My tooth hurts.
Troy rogers signing out.

Name:Troy Rogers Health: Toothache Status: Pondering the probability of a dentist still being  alive.
Inventory: Military Standard issue sniper. 67 ammo.
Location: Portland Oregon

Meanwhile....


Ash screams in pain as someone shoots him in the foot, he falls to the ground clutching his foot a@ a zombie comes right for him, its head exploding right as he is about to kill him.
Three of the survivors in the hospital take down the barricades and bring Ash in as he fades into unconsciousness.

Name: Karan Sjet    Health:  Perfect     Status: Remarkably calm.
Inventory: Doctor stuff
Location: Portland Oregon

Everything is the calmest its been for nearly two and a half weeks. Everyone is calm, the bullet was easily removed from our newest member, Ash's foot, and he is recovering well. Extremely well in fact, faster than the other people in the hospital.
Among other news, I found a couple radios in storage and distributed them among Xavier, all four runners, and a few other select people.
I had Xavier reprimand the soldier on the roof, but he blamed it on a painful tooth. I can't help in that area.

Name: Karan Sjet    Health:  Perfect     Status: Relaxed
Inventory: Doctor stuff
Location: Portland Oregon

[LeeroyBlockhead]

So basically, I just got my ass saved and in the hospital?

[Lugnut]

But you got shot in the foot.
I'll develop the deal about your rapid healing later.
I'm figuring a day in in game time before you're like new.

[LeeroyBlockhead]

Hm.

Is it possible for immunity?

Because Ash was bit/scratched and had it covered with a bit of gauze to keep blood from dripping and then the Zombies, likely would rape him like hell if they smelled blood.


If no immunity,

There is low possibility for him to be able to become infected.

[Lugnut]

Funny how you should bring up the subject of immunity.
I was intending to discover Duncan / feline had immune/zombie communication chemicals or something.
Then watcher pulled his bogus tools out and said he was completely infected....
I'm going to pull a blood sample from him tomorrow in real life time.

[Shadowed999]

No one is immune.

[LeeroyBlockhead]

Name: Ash
Health: Healing (43%)
Equipment: Pen, Notepad

God. That sniper just HAD to shoot me in the foot. Oh well. Atleast I'm recovering. My bite wound has been fading rapidly, and I've not been confronted about it. | I sighed, looking up, and flicking my pen, and continued to write. | It appears so far I've gotten my way to OSHU. Damn. Wasn't mercy, but its still good. I heard I might have to go out for scavenging missions. God, I wonder the hell if they have any G3 barrels lying around here.

Name: Ash
Health: Fine (75%)

Equipment: Notepad

(Italic = Writing)

[Lugnut]

What the hell is g3 barrel?

[Lugnut]

Can I get stock of all the player controlled characters that are at OSHU?
Me, feline, Xavier, anyone else? Leeroy...

[LeeroyBlockhead]

What the hell is g3 barrel?

He found a G3, minus its barrel, its in his Dufflebag. He has one mag for it. Its a old kind of rifle. Sort of like a F(ucki)n(g) FA(i)L.

aka FN FAL

[Altered]

Name: Austin
Health: 98
Status: Driving
Inventory: Everything
Location: Nearing Portland Oregon

At least the soilders left me alone. They gave me directions to OSHU. I thanked them and stuffed the map in my pocket, then drove off. An hour later my ATV runs out of gas, forget. I have to walk to the gas station, which is a mile away. So I walk
and walk
and walk some more
And then I arrive to the Gas Station with a few cans of gas to refill. I walk up and hear some rattling and growling in a dumpster. "Heh.", I say as I pick up a rock and throw it in there.
The zombie throws it back.
"HOLYstuff!!", I scream as I duck under the rock that barely missed my head, then I decide to leave the zombie alone and set to work on my gas filling task. I decide, why not get some food and drinks from inside? So I walk up to the doors. Locked. Looks like I have to break the glass to get in. I kick the glass, shattering it and forgetforgetforgetforgetforge t
There's an GUNDAMN ALARM that activates and blares a loving loud siren that attracts pretty much every zombie in the small town I'm currently in. I pull out my shotgun and kill zombies while filling cans of gas (shooting hundreds of zombies with 1 hand and filling gas cans with the other isn't easy). Eventualy some break through and get to me; I have to shove them back, but my attempts are getting futile. Eventualy I have enough gas to get out of the town, so I strap the gas cans to my bandolier, run out from under the little platform, shoot the collumns and effectivly wipe out all the zombies here, at the cost of lost gas. I run inside and shoot the alarm, then gather enough stuff for a few days and put it in my backpack. Damnit, I just realized how heavy all this stuff is, Austin thinks as he carries a nearly 70-pound backpack for a mile. "Thank God that I used to help my dad load wood", I say as I reach my ATV; I detatch the gas cans and attact them to the inside of my storage trailer, I take off my backpack and unload everything into canisters, then fill up the gas tank and head for a nearby town.

Can I get stock of all the player controlled characters that are at OSHU?
Me, feline, Xavier, anyone else? Leeroy...

I'm almost there.