Zombie Survival; Nowhere to hide...

[Shadowed999]

Name:Private First Class Jason K. Wethers
Health:89
Status:Cool
Inventory:Shotgun (4 shells), First aid,shotgun ammo x22,knife,Pain Pills, Adrenaline, Smoke grenade
Clothing:Urban Military Uniform,Flak Jacket, Gloves, Gasmask
Location:On a roof with Bob and Alex


Jason:Hey hey what's happening over there?

Bob:Lemme see...stuff....

Alex:What?!

Bob:Huge horde of zombies.HUGE.H-U-G-E

Jason:stuff looks bad man.

Alex:What do we do?

Bob:Its not like they notice u-

"ping"

Jason:What the...

ping ping pew

Jason:Get down do-


BOOOOOM

Sounds of gunshots,explosions,and flesh ripping fill the air as military forces and zombies battle it out at the lake. Jason's ears are ringing from a near by explosion that knocked the group of their feet.

Bob*distorted*:Jaassooon Jassooon

Jason*stunned*:What?

Bob:We gotta get out of here pronto.Grab all the stuff you can as fast as you can!GO GO GO GO

Alex:What do we do with the rabbit?

Jason:Take it,kid.GO! HURRY!Bob,can you contact them somehow?

Bob:Yeah bu-

Jason:Do it!


Name:Private First Class Jason K. Wethers
Health:89
Status:THE HELL?!?!?!?
Inventory:Shotgun (4 shells), First aid,shotgun ammo x22,knife,Pain Pills, Adrenaline, Smoke grenade
Clothing:Urban Military Uniform,Flak Jacket, Gloves, Gasmask
Location:At the cabin door with Bob and Alex

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[BobSevenSevens]

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: Door of Cabin on Birch Lake, NY

As the military and zombies are battling it out, an explosion knocks us off our feet.

Bob: Holy stuff! Jason, can you get them to stop?

Jason: No, my radio can't transmit! The frequency is 780 AM, I know that!

Bob: Alright, I'll transmit to the with the transmitter! Set your radio to 780 AM! [sets transmitter to 780 AM] [to military] There are survivors at 846 Birch Street, right by the lake! You're shooting at us!

Military[radio]: OK, didn't know that! Will redirect our fire!

[The shooting and explosions move farther away]

Suddenly, a live grenade rolls to my feet.

Bob: SHIIIIIIIT!! [kicks it away]

The grenade explodes some distance away, and a piece of shrapnel gets stuck in my foot.

Bob: AAAAAHHHH!

Jason: Let's get you back inside and fix you up.

Military[radio]: Could you guys use any supplies before we move out of this sector?

Jason[radio]: Yeah, we could use some medkits and ammo.

Military[radio]: Alright, sending a heli over to drop off the supplies. We'll be back for you in 2 weeks.

Jason[radio]: OK.

Jason takes me back inside to attempt to fix up my foot.



Name: Bob   Health: Bleeding    Status: In pain, shrapnel stuck in foot
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

[lordfeline]

Name: Willy McNelly
Health: unharmed
Status: concerned
Equipment: 10mm pistol [8], spare clips [2], nightstick, Police badge, ID, keys to squad car #23
Location: Back alley in Portland, Oregan

Willy was on a regular patrol route through one of the shadier neighborhoods of portland, when he began to hear gunshots. he went over to investigate, and found a small group of gangsters shooting at a tightly packed packed mob of about 20 people. He tried to stop the gang, but they kept shooting untill the whole group was dead. Willy propmtly arrested them. after dropping the gang off at the police station, he went back to investigate the corpses. he fhey were all gone.

Two days afterword, he heard that riots were occouring all over portland, and SWAT teams and riot police were dispatched. late in the afternoon, he and his friend Joe Banks were sent out to break up a small group of rioters outside the local Bank of America. when they arrived, the doors had been breeched, and the "rioters" had devoured the occupants of the bank. Willy and Joe shot them all before returning to HQ. he was given a full breifing about zombies, and assigned patrol duty.

Willy looked around him. an unsettling fog had fallen over the next few blocks. even though it would only last an hour or so, he would be in greater danger of running into a zombie. worse yet, he had forgotten where he parked his squad car. Willy unholsters his pistol and looks through the fog...

[Sonicfangirl11]

Name:Lina Yinure
Health:Bitten
Status:Slowly being overwhelmed by the infection
Equipment:Blade on a stick, Desert Eagle [2], Extra Clips [1],Backpack full of food,First Aid,Molotov
Location:In a holdout

Lina was holding out with a group of six,when suddenly zombies broke in from the roof and surprised her group. She was lucky to not be under them,but she was bitten.She shoved the zombie off and ran,but now the disorientation is giving her a hard time to survive and fight off the infection. She managed to have it spread slower, but she needs a cure. She was looking around the holdout area after it got wiped out, but she found nothing.

She then found out how she could escape this nightmare and get a cure. A helicopter.She tried to find some survivors to go with,as this would be dangerous.

She looked around,knowing she would die eventually, so she might as well go out with a bang.She ran for the nearest helicopter pad she could think of.

[lordfeline]

Name: Willy McNelly
Health: unharmed
Status: serching
Equipment: 10mm pistol [8], spare clips [2], nightstick, Police badge, ID, keys to squad car #23
Location: a foggy residental area in Portland, Oregon

Willy cautiously crept along the pavement. the neighborhood was unaturally queit, even for a zombie being around. no birds chirped, no dogs barked, and nobody screamed for help. the only sound was his own breath, and the cold wind blowing through. He walked up to the door of a more intact looking house and knocked on the door. the door immediatly caved in. Willy suryed the deserted room before him. a bloodstained couch dominated the center of the room, and a battered televison set stood on a mahogony hardwood table before it. a trio of doorways loomed ominously at the corners of the room. there was a staircase up, but it had been hacked away long ago by desprate survivors. Willy walked slowly towards the door of what he belived was a kitchen. the instanted he entered, a rotting arm grabbed hold of his neck and pulled him behind the dislodged refridgerator. he fired his his shot and missed. the second killed the zombie. the third was completely unessacary. he pulled hiself off the dead zombie, and took a good look at this kitchen. there was a mangled corpse of a woman streched acroos the counter, and the corpse of a child lay against the pantry door. Willy crossed himself a kicked away the body to view the contents of the pantry. It was totally empty, with the exception of a few cans of baked beans, and a jumbo-sized hershys bar. he grabbed a bag off the table and through the food into it. he didnt bother with the rest of the house.

After three days, Willy had scavenged the nessacary supplies that he needed to make his safe house. he moved all the supplies over to the small radio tower in the neighborhoods center, andbegan boarding up the lower levels, and putting planks to make additional floors to his structure. at the end of the day, willy had put in the first floor, and walled off the bottom level. he put all his supplies downstairs, and went up onto the roof. he broke a piece off his chocolate bar, and watched the sun set. Willy then went downstairs and slept.

[Blaze0]

Wanna meet up again,blaze?

Yesirree. Was banned/couldnt post sooner.

Name: Flemming     Health: Unscathed     Status: Scared

Inventory: Nailgun, 24 nails. 6 pack of gatorade in backpack. 12 Twinkies

Location: Chicago; Riding Motorcycle towards hospital.

Flemming: Is anywhere safe?

I pull around a corner and see the hospital. Argh, zombies on the grounds. Too dangerous. Instead I make a quick u-turn and head for the airport. Moments later, I'm there.

Flemming: I'm glad you're still running. One ticket to New York, please.

Lady: Whatever.

A half hour later, I'm airborne as I  eat a twinkie and drink half a gatorade bottle.

Luckily the plane had a small cargo area and I was actually able to bring my motorcycle along.

I drive down and see a dead end. Great. I swerve around it and see I'm headed straight for a lake.

Flemming: FUUUUUUUUUCK.

I try to skid to a stop but the lake was too close. I jump off my bike as my $24,000 motorcycle takes a plunge.

I see a cabin with smoke on the other side of the river. Birch River Cabin, it says.

As I walk up to the door, I open it, and I see 4 people inside.

Flemming: And you are?

Name: Flemming     Health: Unscathed     Status: Hello Thar

Inventory: Nailgun, 24 nails. 5.5 gatorade bottles in backpack. 11 Twinkies.

Location: New York, Birch Lake.

Btw who's John, Bob, and Alex?

[Shadowed999]

JASON, blaze. Jason

[Sonicfangirl11]

Name:Lina Yinure
Health:Bitten
Status:Slowly being overwhelmed by the infection
Equipment:Blade on a stick, Desert Eagle [2], Extra Clips [1],Backpack full of food,First Aid,Molotov
Location:At a lake in Chicago

Lina had been wandering around aimlessly, trying to find somewhere to get to, but she ended up in a lake. She wondered if it was safe to drink from the lake, but she was dying anyways. [Lina's Thoughts:Might as well,]and she drank. She then wandered around some more, to find a cabin with a man standing outside. She knew it was a zombie. It had to be. She walked around the trees, trying to remain hidden, and she saw him go inside. [Lina:Maybe it isn't a zombie?] She put her sword on her back and walked to the cabin.

She saw 5 people there. [Lina:Hope you don't mind my staying here.]

[Mr. Wuggle]

Name: Gene Macaraco    

Health: Unscathed    

Status: Angry

Inventory: USP .45, baton, tazer, handcuffs, 3 clips of .45 ammo.

Location: Route 66, near Rio Rancho, NM, pulling over what appears to be a drunk driver.

Episode 1 : What the heck is happening.

I blare my sirens as the drunken idiot I am chasing tries feebly to escape my cop car. He/she is swerving like mad, giving me the reason to believe that the owner of this vehicle is drunk, from wine, or maybe even beer. If he allows me to check his car, I might be able to find some cocaine, crack, and maybe some marijuana. This idiot thinks he can escape justice. He is wrong. I head over to the left side of the road, smash his car in the side, and when I look at the car, what I see is very different from the usual... person. The car flies off the side of the road, smashing into a barbed wire fence before landing front-first into a ditch. I slam the breaks and head over, pistol armed, when I receive a radio call from a nearby unit. "Gene, this is Jim. Wierd things are happening... and I... AUUUUUGH!" The radio turns to static in my ears. Something very wierd is happening in this city... but I can't put my finger on what it is. As I step out of my car, I pull out my pistol as I see something bleeding crawl out of the car. It doesn't look human, but it doesn't look like anything else. Horrible, green eyes stare at me as 'it' looks up at me. It stands up. It looks like... um... its arm came off and... its arm came off??? I pop a few rounds in it, as it stares at the holes in its stomach, and falls down. I shiver and wonder what the heck is happening, when something flies out of nowhere and smashes me on the back of the head, as I slip into the cold dark world of unconsciousness. Before everything fades out, I see what looks to be a young girl of some sort. *plop*

Name: Gene Macaraco    

Health: Unconscious    

Status: Dreaming about family

Inventory: USP .45, baton, tazer, handcuffs, 2 clips of .45 ammo.

Location: In the dark world of unconsciousness, wondering what hit me and what will happen to me.

End of episode 1.

Edit : Clothing, stays same before and after.

Police hat, police badge, police shirt, belt, police pants, black boots. Done.

[lordfeline]

Name: Willy McNelly
Health: unharmed
Status: Smug
Inventory: 10mm pistol [5], spare clips [2], nightstick, Police badge, ID, keys to squad car #23
Location: his fort in Portland, Oregon

Willy woke up feeling refreshed. he began to add a roof to his second story, when he saw his police car in the distance. it was clearly visable, and untouched by the ravages of the apocolyspe. he looked up, and saw that it was a bright sunny day. the houses nearby were undamaged. it was as if the aombies had never come a all. then it hit him like a 50. caliber bullet. he was hallucinating.

He shook his head violently. he was laying on the ground somewhere he didnt know. his pistol was on the ground nearby. now Willy knew some of the food he had eaten had been bad, and caused him to hallucinate. and in his hallucinaaton he had wandered far from anything fammilier to him. the only major structure was a large brick building with its lights on. a faded sign outside it said: "OSHU Hospital." he began to stumble towards it.

[Fireboy]

Name: Alex
Health: Scrapes and cuts from plants and bush. Not major.
Status: Just realised that he was forgotten
Inventory: Knife, rations, M9 with 15/45 rounds
Location: Outside

stuff happens that you read above

Alex: Hey, who are you?

Flemming: Flemmings my name.

Alex: Oh cool. Come inside. My friend Bob is hurt though.

[Alex leaves to outside to watch for dangers]

Bob: Owch! That hurts.

Jason: Sorry, this isn't easy.

Flemming: Hey guys. I'm Flemming.

Jason: Oh hey. Could you help me with this guy? I'm Jason he's Bob.

Flemming: Sure.

Alex: Hey guys come out and look at the stars.

"Wow, amazing." Flemming exclaims

The sky was crystal clear.

Jason: Well, we should get back inside. Lets go.

Alex: Uh...guys. Wait for me!

The door shuts. They didn't hear me. Suddenly, I see a crawling zombie about 20 feet from me. Ohnoohnoohno...  I pound on the door. The zombie is closer. Someone hears my pounding.

Jason: "Oh stuff. Alex."

I hear footsteps coming and i am so happy. But then a tug at my feet. It bit me. I trip. It climbs over me and starts chewing my shoulder. BANG! Jason opens the door and throws a knife, which lands in the zombie's head. he takes me inside.

Flemming: Oh no, this isn't good.

Jason: Sorry Alex, I wasn't fast enough.

I'm writng thiss asm y viikson slollwly blurs ot  . Goodbye.


Name: Alex
Health: Infected, bleeding to death. Unconcious but not dead.
Status: Lying on table, bleeding from shoulder and foot.
Inventory: Knife, rations, M9 with 15/45 rounds, binoculars. Not that it matters now.
Location: Cabin

[Shadowed999]

Name:Private First Class Jason K. Wethers
Health:89
Status: Im so stupid
Inventory:Shotgun (4 shells), First aid,shotgun ammo x22,knife,Pain Pills, Adrenaline, Smoke grenade
Clothing:Urban Military Uniform,Flak Jacket, Gloves, Gasmask
Location: Birch Lake



I drag the young man inside still wanting to beat the crap out of the zombie....


Jason: Im sorry, Alex. I-

Alex: Jason, it's co-*cough* it's cool.

Bob: Jason, have the dropped the goods yet?

Jason: No, Bob.

Flemming: Guys...I hear something. It sounds LIKE A HELICOPTER! WE'RE SAVED!

Jason: Not really. They just came to drop some stuff for us to use. Stay here with Alex.


I proceed to walk out side while the chopper hovers above getting ready to drop 2 crates. I step back before yelling


Jason: Let 'em drop!

The crates hit the ground with a thud.


Jason: That's kinda heavy...but whatever.

I drag all the crates inside before collapsing on the floor.

Jason: Those things must a weigh atleast four hundred pounds. WOO

Flemming: *gets a crowbar* Let's open 'em.

*crack*

*crack*

*crack*

*crack*

Jason: Aahh yes. This will be useful indeed.

The crates contained:  4 p228s ,1 .44 magnum, 1 week worth of food, ammunition, medial supplies, 10 strange vials, water, and 2 flashlights.

[LeeroyBlockhead]

The crates contained: 3 m16s, 2 mp5s, 4 p228s, 2 qbz-95's ,1 .44 magnum, 1 rpk, 2 months worth of food, ammunition, medial supplies, 10 strange vials, clothes and shoes, water, juice, soda, beer, metal rods and sheets, and 6 flashlights.

14 guns. 6 flashlights. 2 months of food.

I disapprove.


DIS-A-forget-IN-G-P-R-O-V-E.

[Shadowed999]

14 guns. 6 flashlights. 2 months of food.

I disapprove.


DIS-A-forget-IN-G-P-R-O-V-E.

What's wrong with 6 flashies?

[Watcher In The Myst]

No. Military would more drop like
three days rations for two people
a flashlight
first aid kit
water

they would not give you a whole squad's worth of supplies.