Zombie Survival; Nowhere to hide...

[Watcher In The Myst]

Reyes sprinted off away from the safehouse. She had to get away from the rest of those soldiers. She ran and ran and ran back towards the hospital, arriving at the gates. She was shut out, and zombies had heard her. She slammed against the door, banging. "Let me in, please!" Alex unslung her FAMAS, opening up on the zombies. Thank god she had the silencer.

(I'm not longer operating Xavier)

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[LeeroyBlockhead]

Name: Ash

Equipment: G3, 16 shots.

Location: OSHU

I heard someone cry out. I ran up to the rooftop, not even telling Trey or anyone why I went. I started to fire down at a few zombies. Down. Down. Miss. "stuff. SOMEONE! UNBOARD THE DOOR!" I shouted out, continuing to provide some covering fire. I once again made a pipebomb and threw it.

Name: Ash

Equipment: G3, 2 shots

Location: OSHU Rooftops

Status: Sniping the rabies infected forgettards.

[BobSevenSevens]

Name: Bob   Health: Fine    Status: Walking, Fine
Inventory:.44 Magnum w/speed reloader with 6/50 shells, 3 knives, Katana sword, Backpack, hand-crank radio/flashlight, first-aid kit, Binoculars, boat key, rations
Location: 5 Miles from Birch Lake, Upstate NY

We finally make it to Birch Lake. Thank god. As we round a bend, we see a small horde of zombies eating a dead deer. They turn towards us and attack. I shoot 6 revolver rounds, holster my revolver, pull out my sword, and cut a zombie's head off. Alex shanks a zombie in the face. The pilot gets tacked by a zombie, which then bites him. I quickly decapitate the zombie, and then talk to the pilot.

Bob: Well, looks like you got bit.

Pilot: Yeah...

Jason and Alex: Crap.

Pilot: Here, take my M9, some extra clips, and this stuff to make a radio transmitter. Let me borrow your knife.

Bob: OK.

Pilot: [slits his throat]

Bob: Blech. [takes knife] I have to finish the job [cuts pilot's head off] Here alex, you don't have a gun. Take this. [hands Alex M9 with 15/45 rounds]

Alex: Thanks! Too bad about the pilot.

Bob: Yeah. Let's get moving.

We go to the cabin, and board up the windows to make a base.

Name: Bob   Health: Fine    Status: Walking, Fine
Inventory:.44 Magnum w/speed reloader with 6/42 shells, 3 knives, Katana sword, Backpack, hand-crank radio/flashlight, first-aid kit, Binoculars, boat key, rations, radio transmitter stuff
Location: Cabin on Birch Lake, NY

[Fireboy]

-snip-

You need to update the Location.

[Altered]

Name: Austin
Health: 99
Status: Driving
Inventory: Everything
Location: Very Close to Portland Oregon in a small town

I stopped to get some gas and what I got was gas

...and a few jets fly overhead that are shooting missles at buildings.
I pull out my pistol and shoot at them. I hit one in the roosterpit as the pilot's showing off with a roostery barrel roll. I apparently killed him and he crashes into the ground. I flip him off for killing a few survivors I saw in the building that got shot, but now I've got bigger problems. The other jet saw me and starts shooting at me. I finish filling up my ATV's gas tank and I drive off at ~200 mph (yay for modifications). I drive like a maniac trying to throw him off course, and eventualy I end up on the highway. "OSHU: 3 miles away". I head for refuge and once I get there the jet flies away. I flip him off too, and turn around and forget more creepy ass soilders. I get escorted by them, and one of them is gracious enough to let me know about those jets. "Those jets aren't ours, trust me. Canada's military has decided to just blow everything up and they're sending fighter jets to do it", he explains to me. We eventualy arrive and I park my ATV in the garage and get scanned for infection. When signs show negative, they do a double check-
with a syringe.
"NEEDLE! NEEDLENEEDLENEEDLENEEDLEAAAAA AAaaaaaahhhhh" I scream as they inject it into me and it flashes to green. "You're safe. Come inside", a medic in a soilder-esque uniform, only painted white and with a red cross on the forehead area of the gas mask/helmet says to me. I walk into what is my new room with all my things and look around.
My new home.

-snip-

Then it turns out the pilot was immune and could've survived to help you! DUNDUNDUUUUN

[BobSevenSevens]

You need to update the Location.

Done. You gonna post something?

[Fireboy]

Done. You gonna post something?

No, you can add on more.
I'll post in a hour or so.

[BobSevenSevens]

Name: Bob   Health: Fine    Status: Walking, Fine
Inventory:.44 Magnum w/speed reloader with 6/42 shells, 3 knives, Katana sword, Backpack, hand-crank radio/flashlight, first-aid kit, Binoculars, boat key, rations, radio transmitter stuff
Location: Cabin on Birch Lake, NY

We finish boarding up the windows and now have a pretty damn good base. To get in and out, we have a retractable ladder that is on the roof. We also added a path to the roof from inside the base. I decide to go to the boat and see if the key works. It does.

Bob: Hey, the boat works!

Jason/Alex: Yay!

After that, I go back inside and set up the radio transmitter using my hand-crank flashlight for power (it has a DC port in it). Now, everyone knows we have a base. I sit down and begin to charge the transmitter, which we have to do once in a while.


Name: Bob   Health: Fine    Status: Charging Transmitter
Inventory:.44 Magnum w/speed reloader with 6/42 shells, 3 knives, Katana sword, Backpack, hand-crank radio/flashlight, first-aid kit, Binoculars, boat key, rations, radio transmitter stuff
Location: Cabin on Birch Lake, NY

[Fireboy]

Name: Alex
Health: Scrapes and cuts from plants and bush. Not major.
Status: Bored
Inventory: Knife, rations, rabbit, M9 with 15/45 rounds
Location: Cabin

stuff happens which you can read above and then
I wander around the cabin and decide to work with the rabbit. Me being a normal 13 year old, has no idea how the rabbit is cooked.

"Hey I have no idea how to do this." Alex says.

"Oh, just lay it on the table, I got it." Bob replies.

"Wait, can I borrow your binoculars?" Alex asks.

"Sure, just make sure to give them back." Bob replies.

I look around the cabin and then go up the ladder. I put the binoculars to my eyes and mess around for a few minutes. Then I see 3 figures running in the distance.

"Hey guys, come up here." Alex yells.

I hear bob stop cranking and Jason and Bob's footsteps. Once the other two came up, I saw that the 3 figures were being chased by 7, maybe 9 zombies.

"Looks like 3 survivors on the run..." Jason says.

Suddenly, one survivor falls and the other two rush to help. They get swarmed by zombies.

"Damnit, damnit, damnit!" Jason yells.

"Now we lost 3 potential more and they lured loving 7, maybe even 9 undead here." Bob yells angrily.

Name: Alex
Health: Scrapes and cuts from plants and bush. Not major.
Status: Looking through binoculars, talking with Bob and Jason.
Inventory: Knife, rations, M9 with 15/45 rounds, binoculars
Location: Roof of cabin with Jason and Bob.

[Lugnut]

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

Ash was on the roof when he heard screams. Our people by the door removed the barricades just in time to rescue one of the troops from outside with no wounds.
Safely inside, Agent Reyes started spilling out about how she didn't really care for Xavier. Troy, following me up the stairs caught her eye as she spilled the beans.

(It is Reyes, right?)

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

[Watcher In The Myst]

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[LeeroyBlockhead]

Name: Ash.

Equipment: G3 (no ammo)

Status: Alright

Location: OSHU, Portland Oregon.

I looked down to see most of the infected gone. One of them apparently managed to climb. It ambushed from behind, biting onto my shoulder, which sent me over the ledge, a bit of my flesh falling along with the zombie, which died. I pulled up using one arm, which nearly sent me plummeting. "stuff. Now what. I'm loving infected, pretty much.." I sighed, sitting down with my back to a generator. My vision dripped red, and then.. black.

Name: Ash.

Equipment: Nothing.

Status: Infected, bleeding out so far. (72 health), and unconsious.

Location: OSHU, Portland Oregon.

[Lugnut]

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

One of the survivors went upstairs to Ash's post to give him food, but he was slumped over with a bite wound in his back.
This is not good. We brought him to Quarantine and hooked him up to a IV with sleep toxins in it that can be remotely activated... but nothing is going into him right now... lets see what happens in days to come.

[LeeroyBlockhead]

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

One of the survivors went upstairs to Ash's post to give him food, but he was slumped over with a bite wound in his back.
This is not good. We brought him to Quarantine and hooked him up to a IV with sleep toxins in it that can be remotely activated... but nothing is going into him right now... lets see what happens in days to come.

Shoulder. |

Name: Ash

Status: Fighting the infection.

Health: Sort of alright. (82%)

Location: Quarantine.

Inventory: Nothing.

I woke, and I was managing to fight it. But there was drastic side effects. Sort of. I was still managing to stay sane. "If someone just finds the idea to extract the infection, they could possibly make an anti virus by reverse engineering it.." I sighed quietly. I felt some doses of pain every now and then. It almost took over, which I noticed easily by me going colorblind in my left eye. It had stopped for now, but I was feeling weak by using most of my power to fight the infection. I slightly continued to bleed out.

Name: Ash.

Equipment: Nothing

Status: Fighting the infection, slightly bleeding out.

Location: Quarantine

Health: Starting to continue to bleed out. 75%

[Pupsikeks]

Name: Josh Uston
Health: 67 (Bleeding, exhausted)
Status: Hiding in a broken truck to avoid zombie hordes
Inventory: Empty bottle (0,5 l), sunglasses, keys for our house, 6.50$, a half sandwich
Location: A broken truck in Berlin.

I've found some sandwiches and a cola in here, but no medi-kits.
But now I can think clearlier about the crash.
We tried to reach a plane which picked up survivors on the airport here in Berlin, but the pilot lost the control over himself and turned into a zombie, so we crashed down here.
I didn't know whether my dad or my friend was still alive, but I couldn't look after them, because suddenly I heard a zombie outside the truck. He strayed around in search for human meat, and then he located me here in the truck.
The zombie knocked again the side window of the cabin and tried to get in here.
Quickly I looked around for something to defeat myself. I saw a heavy wrench in an open tool box, so I picked it up and smashed it right into the zombie's face.
He fell down, several glass splinters in his smashed head.
I never thought that killing would be so easy.
Prepared for battle, I left the truck and tried to reach the shotgun, because shotguns are always usable.
The two zombies saw me and started to  walk towards me, growling and drooling.
I smashed the first one down, and the second one was no problem.
I picked up the shotgun. It was heavy, but easy to use. I put the wrench on my back and targeted a street sign with the shotgun.
But lucky as I was, there were no rounds left. Awesome. My first heavy weapon, and no ammo left.
I put the shotgun on my back, took my wrench and walked down the street, right to the airport.
My first oblective was to find ammo and reach the airport alive.

Name: Josh Uston
Health: 67 (Bleeding, exhausted)
Status: Walking on a street and searching for ammo.
Inventory: Empty bottle (0,5 l), sunglasses, keys for our house, 6.50$, a half sandwich, shotgun without rounds, heavy wrench
Location: A deserted street in Berlin.