Zombie Survival; Nowhere to hide...

[BobSevenSevens]

DAMNIT.

I wanted Matthews to die like a hero. Not survive because of his savior attempt.

Oh, he can be dead then.

Name: Bob   Health: 90/100   Status: Driving
Inventory: M14 w/makeshift bayonet with 20/80 rounds (7.62 mm) Dual .44 Magnums (holstered) w/speed reloader with 6/6/99 shells (.44 rounds), radio transmitter stuff,hand-crank radio/flashlight, Katana sword, Backpack, Big medkit (6 uses left), 8 vials of zombie "cure", Binoculars, rations, 3 Twinkies, crop seeds, small vial of healing stuff/syringe for it
Location: Route 56

I see Ash shake his head sadly. Matthews is dead. I motion to Tommy to stop for a moment.

We all get out and quietly remember Matthews' sacrifice so we could all keep going. We all grab shovels and quietly dig him a small grave. I find a large stone and etch into it with my bayonet:

"Here lies Matthews. A good man."

We all walk away solemnly, and keep driving. As we're driving, I see Ash with tears streaming down his eyes in the backseat. I throw him back a box of tissues I found in the car.


Name: Bob   Health: 90/100   Status: Driving
Inventory: M14 w/makeshift bayonet with 20/80 rounds (7.62 mm) Dual .44 Magnums (holstered) w/speed reloader with 6/6/99 shells (.44 rounds), radio transmitter stuff,hand-crank radio/flashlight, Katana sword, Backpack, Big medkit (6 uses left), 8 vials of zombie "cure", Binoculars, rations, 3 Twinkies, crop seeds, small vial of healing stuff/syringe for it
Location: Route 56

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[Gojira]

Name: Arijog
Health: 17%
Hunger: 60%
Ammo: 44 .45 rounds in 3 15-round magazines, 3000 .22 caliber rounds in 6 cases
Thirst: 65%
Status: Injured
Inventory: Backpack, .45 Glock 19, .22 caliber assault rifle, half a slushy, some chips, a sandwich, a DSi, and Pokémon White
I somehow manage to avoid the worst of the explosion, however, Matthew ended up getting impaled by thousands of pieces of shrapnel. After we drive away from those zombies, we come upon a little patch of grass. Bob gives me a shovel and we start digging a grave for Matthew. We dig a properly sized grave, and lower Matthew's body into the grave. We refill the hole and hand-carve a stone for him, and place it on his grave. We drive away, his death fresh in our minds. We remain silent for the majority of the ride, not even bothering to turn on the now disfunctional radio. Normally I would bring out my DSi, but I choose not to. The ride does not end, and I ask, "Where are we going?"

[BobSevenSevens]

Name: Bob   Health: 90/100   Status: Driving
Inventory: M14 w/makeshift bayonet with 20/80 rounds (7.62 mm) Dual .44 Magnums (holstered) w/speed reloader with 6/6/99 shells (.44 rounds), radio transmitter stuff,hand-crank radio/flashlight, Katana sword, Backpack, Big medkit (6 uses left), 8 vials of zombie "cure", Binoculars, rations, 3 Twinkies, crop seeds, small vial of healing stuff/syringe for it
Location: Route 56

I tell Arijog that we are going to a place called the LoS where Tommy is from ant that it is a base for human survival. We're about 30 minutes away from the place. He doesn't look too good, so I inject him with some healing stuff form the vial I have (+50 health).

30 minutes later, we pull up. I await instructions from Tommy on what to do.


Name: Bob   Health: 90/100   Status: Driving
Inventory: M14 w/makeshift bayonet with 20/80 rounds (7.62 mm) Dual .44 Magnums (holstered) w/speed reloader with 6/6/99 shells (.44 rounds), radio transmitter stuff,hand-crank radio/flashlight, Katana sword, Backpack, Big medkit (6 uses left), 8 vials of zombie "cure", Binoculars, rations, 3 Twinkies, crop seeds, small vial (50% left) of healing stuff/syringe for it
Location: Route 56

[Jorici]

Name: Tommy Stratton      Health: 100      Status: Great
Inventory: .38 Special, .38 Special JHP (200 rounds, 2 boxes of 100 bullets), Earmuffs
Location: LoS Forward Base, Baltimore, MD

The guard at the outpost smiled at the blood on the plow and windshield of the truck. The gunner had blood smeared and splotched all over his face, and the guard let both of us in after I quickly convince him. We were then instructed to get out of our cars, and then people with heavy suits came to us, and screened us with large metal devices. "Clear." The man said, and quickly ran away. I walked up to one of the survivors, and said, "Haha, that 1995 Buick Le Saber held up nice, didn't it? Anyways, I want you guys to clean up and patch up, then grab a bite to eat." I then pointed them off to the Survivor Quarters, where all the food, showers, and hostpitalizations are done.

[Gojira]

Name: Arijog
Health: 67%
Hunger: 60%
Ammo: 44 .45 rounds in 3 15-round magazines, 3000 .22 caliber rounds in 6 cases
Thirst: 65%
Status: Injured
Inventory: Backpack, .45 Glock 19, .22 caliber assault rifle, half a slushy, some chips, a sandwich, a DSi, and Pokémon White

I drink my slushy and eat my sandwich. I am now full and no longer thirsty. The morphine injection hurts, but soothes the pain in my chest and leg. I feel lucky to have found other survivors. I learn from the functional radio that roughly 500,000,000 survivors have not been infected, and about 5730 are in the US. As I take this in, I wonder if we can get off this godforsaken continent, we can hopefully get somewhere completely uninfected, like Australia or the UK. I wince when I remove the bandages and turn the shower on, but it feels nice to have something warm in contact with my body. I get some fresh bandages, and put on some clean clothes. I go to get in bed. It takes me about two seconds to realize that I won't get any sleep, so I go watch some movies. What I eventually end up watching is the movie for The Hunger Games, and I have to say that they really screwed it up. I go to the library and find The Hunger Games book.

[Celtic Wolf]

Name: Frank Johnson Health: 83% Status: Resting
Inventory: .357 Magnum (6/34), oil, wrench, pitchfork, bread, butcher knife, first aid kit (2/4), flashlight, batteries, beef jerky
Location: LoS Forward Base

That was one helluva ride, but we got here safely. I take a nice warm shower, eat my beef jerky, and rest in bed for a while, then head back to the commons and ask a guard if they have supplies to spare.

Guard: "Umm... normally you have to trade, we can't easily get supplies. If you do a job for us, though, we might be able to give you something... I'd ask the Captain if anything needs doing."

I head back to the Survivor's Quarters and discuss the situation with the others. What should we do?

Name: Frank Johnson Health: 84% Status: Resting
Inventory: .357 Magnum (6/34), oil, wrench, pitchfork, bread, butcher knife, first aid kit (2/4), flashlight, batteries
Location: LoS Forward Base

[Altered]

Name: Austin
Health: 100
Status: Bored to death
Inventory: Shotgun
Location: My Warehouse

I forgot how sad and boring it's like to be alone. I've been in my warehouse, all alone, for several days now. I can only hope my friends get back safe and soon.

[BobSevenSevens]

Name: Bob   Health: 90/100   Status: Driving
Inventory: M14 w/makeshift bayonet with 20/80 rounds (7.62 mm) Dual .44 Magnums (holstered) w/speed reloader with 6/6/99 shells (.44 rounds), radio transmitter stuff,hand-crank radio/flashlight, Katana sword, Backpack, Big medkit (6 uses left), 8 vials of zombie "cure", Binoculars, rations, 3 Twinkies, crop seeds, small vial (50% left) of healing stuff/syringe for it
Location: Route 56

As we pull in to the base, men in what appear to be hazmat suits scan us with large things. One of them says "Clear." Tommy points out to us the basic layout of the place. I drive the car over to the garage, where they can repair it and make it better.

I go over to the medical station to get some of my wounds patched up better and to refill my medkit with supplies. Soon, both are done.

I head over to my living quarters, then realize something. "Oh crap, we left Austin in his warehouse!" I ask Tommy about it, and he says that maybe tomorrow, we can go look for him. Before I go to sleep, I transmit a message to Austin on a frequency that he's listening to that says we're coming to get him tomorrow, and we're at a base with a lot of other people. I lay down in my bunk and sleep.

Name: Bob   Health: 100/100   Status: Sleeping
Inventory: M14 w/makeshift bayonet with 20/80 rounds (7.62 mm) Dual .44 Magnums (holstered) w/speed reloader with 6/6/99 shells (.44 rounds), radio transmitter stuff,hand-crank radio/flashlight, Katana sword, Backpack, Big medkit (10 uses left), 8 vials of zombie "cure", Binoculars, rations, 3 Twinkies, crop seeds, vial (100% left) of healing stuff/syringe for it
Location:LoS Forward Base, MD

[Celtic Wolf]

Off-topic:

I transmit a message to Tommy

Don't you mean Austin?

On-topic:
Name: Frank Johnson Health: 85% Status: Resting
Inventory: .357 Magnum (6/34), oil, wrench, pitchfork, bread, butcher knife, first aid kit (2/4), flashlight, batteries
Location: LoS Forward Base


It's morning, and Bob is distressed. He left Austin at a warehouse, so we're heading back to get him. Before we leave, I refill my first aid kit and ask for some supplies from Tommy, and possibly for help.


Name: Frank Johnson Health: 85% Status: Preparing to leave
Inventory: .357 Magnum (6/34), oil, wrench, pitchfork, bread, butcher knife, first aid kit (4/4), flashlight, batteries
Location: LoS Forward Base

[LeeroyBlockhead]

Name: Ash [Matthews - Deaseaced.. thingie.]

Equipment: G3, USP Match, Beretta, frag grenades, Double Barrel (10 shots to reload with, 2 in gun), MK48 00 ammo, 'Crusher' Baseball bat.

Location: On foot for Austin. Area currently unknown

Status:Ungood. On the move.

I was on the move, nearly a few blocks from Austin's warehouse.

[Jorici]

Name: Tommy Stratton      Health: 100      Status: Great
Inventory: .38 Special, .38 Special JHP (200 rounds, 2 boxes of 100 bullets), Earmuffs
Location: LoS Forward Base, Baltimore, MD

I ask the survivor's if they would like to borrow my 2011 Ford Bronco, they all looked at eachother in unison, and gave high-fives.

[LeeroyBlockhead]

Wouldn't the guys ask where Ash went, as he disappeared in the middle of the night?

[Gojira]

Name: Arijog
Health: 67%
Hunger: 100%
Ammo: 44 .45 rounds in 3 15-round magazines, 3000 .22 caliber rounds in 6 cases
Thirst: 100%
Status: Injured
Inventory: Backpack, .45 Glock 19, .22 caliber assault rifle,  some chips, a DSi, Pokémon White, and a (NEW!) holster.
When I am done packing, and Tommy helps with supplies, we head out.

When we head out, I pull out my .22 AR and load its magazine with 30 rounds, just to be safe. I reload my .45, and place it in my new holster. As we walk along, I am thinking about many things...

[Celtic Wolf]

Name: Frank Johnson Health: 85% Status: Looking for Ash
Inventory: .357 Magnum (6/34), oil, wrench, pitchfork, bread, butcher knife, first aid kit (4/4), flashlight, batteries
Location: Road


Where the hell is Ash? He wasn't in his room earlier when we left... We should probably hunt him down before he gets into trouble. I think he's not thinking too straight because of Matthew's death...

I keep a lookout for Ash as we drive to the warehouse. So far, we haven't encountered too many zombies, and we've avoided all the ones we find. As we draw closer to the warehouse, however, I see Ash's crusher lying outside. This does not spell good news.


Name: Frank Johnson Health: 85% Status: Looking for Ash, apprehensive
Inventory: .357 Magnum (6/34), oil, wrench, pitchfork, bread, butcher knife, first aid kit (4/4), flashlight, batteries
Location: Warehouse

[Gojira]

Name: Arijog
Age: 14
Health: 67%
Hunger: 100%
Ammo: 44 .45 rounds in 3 15-round magazines, 3000 .22 caliber rounds in 6 cases
Thirst: 100%
Status: Injured
Inventory: Backpack, .45 Glock 19, .22 caliber assault rifle,  some chips, a DSi, Pokémon White, and a holster.
As I look at the crusher, I start to get worried for Ash. I wonder where he is. I start thinking that, since Matthew's death, that Ash may not be entirely sane. I quickly dismiss the thought and keep walking to the warehouse. What we see there nearly drives ME over the edge. Ash and Andrew are inside, but they are fighting for their lives against at least 50, no, not 50, but over 100 zombies. I empty both of my magazines, and reload as fast as I can. I kill zombie after zombie and soon I am out of ammunition for my pistol. Still, there's at least fifty of them. I load my .22 and shoot, but the zombies are simply not going down, no weapon that I have will kill them. Frank and Bob are shooting and taking down some zombies, but then there's Ash and Andrew to worry about...