Zombie Survival; Nowhere to hide...

[LeeroyBlockhead]

Name: Corporal Matthews.

Faction: US Military

Appearance: Digital woodland camo, gasmask, and kevlar.

Equipment: M16A1 Assault Rifle, Standard M9 Beretta. Eighteen clips total. Frag x3, incendiary x2.

Location: Over the Super Zombie; Blackhawk mounted.

I looked down to the super zombie. I pull the pin of a incendiary, throwing it down, it landed near the super zombie, failing to go off. "Son of a bitch!" The corporal uttered, as he grabbed the rope, a hand on his M16A1 as I rappeled alone. I fired off shots at the super zombie, each managing to land at it's head. But that wasn't enough. I sprinted, coming upon the fort. "Open the door!" I called out.

[Ad Bot]

[Deus Ex]

Leave me alone, I'm no-where near the plane :c

[Blaze0]

Name: Flemming     Health: 98/100     Status: Pumped

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

Location: Fort Ticonderoga, NY

I hear knocking.

????: Open the door!

Flemming: forget off old lady.

Name: Flemming     Health: 100/100     Status: Flighty

Inventory: Nailgun, 24 nails. 5.5 gatorade bottles in backpack. 7 Twinkies.

Location: Fort Ticonderoga, NY

[BobSevenSevens]

Name: Bob   Health: 100/100   Status: Checking out sword launcher
Inventory: Dual .44 Magnums (holstered) w/speed reloader with 6/6/118 shells, Sword Launcher (2 uses) a knife, Katana sword, Backpack, hand-crank radio/flashlight, Big medkit (9 uses left), 8 vials of zombie "cure", Binoculars, rations, radio transmitter stuff, 3 Twinkies, crop seeds
Location: Fort Ticonderoga, NY

I am awoken from my nap by a banging on the fort door, along with an official-sounding yell of "Open the door!" I open the door and let a military-looking guy in.

Bob: Who are you?

???: I'm Cpl. Matthews. Who are you?

Bob: I'm Bob. The guy working on the plane is Austin. Jason, Flemming, and Lina are around here somewhere.

Matthews: Jason.... Pvt. Jason?

Bob: Yeah, I believe so.

Matthews: Yeah, I knew him.

Bob: Alright. So, what's your plan? Ours is to get this plane working and fly out.

Matthews: I don't know.

Bob: I saw you rappel down, want to contact your unit? There's a radio transmitter over here.

Matthews: Alright, I'll do that.

As he proceeds to contact his unit, I start reinforcing our defenses.


Name: Bob   Health: 100/100   Status: Reinforcing defenses
Inventory: Dual .44 Magnums (holstered) w/speed reloader with 6/6/118 shells, Sword Launcher (2 uses) a knife, Katana sword, Backpack, hand-crank radio/flashlight, Big medkit (9 uses left), 8 vials of zombie "cure", Binoculars, rations, radio transmitter stuff, 3 Twinkies, crop seeds
Location: Fort Ticonderoga, NY

[LeeroyBlockhead]

Name: Corporal Matthews.

Faction: US Military

Appearance: Digital woodland camo, gasmask (Temporarily removed), and kevlar.

Equipment: M16A1 Assault Rifle, Standard M9 Beretta. Eighteen clips total. Frag x3, incendiary x2.

Location: In the Fort

"Damnit. They aren't managing to respond. So it looks like I'm the last in my unit." I said. I looked to Bob. "I've heard they're vulnerable like forget to fire. I've got two incendiaries. You want em?" I said.

[Fireboy]

Name: Alex   
Health: 23/100   
Status: Finally awake
Inventory: Nothing
Location: Fort Ticonderoga, in a room.

I wake up. Everything is blurry around me and I run into a wall on accident.

Alex: Bob?!?! BOB?!?!?

Bob(far away): Come over here.

I walk and awe at my surroundings, since I was badly injured and had never seen this place. Suddenly I see Bob ahead and run up to him.

Bob: Wow, it's you! We thought you were going to die, you've been out a whole week!

Alex: Really? Hey who is that person?

Name: Alex 
Health: 23/100   
Status: Talking with Bob
Inventory: Nothing
Location: Fort Ticonderoga

[lordfeline]

IM SO CONFUSED

where is everybody?
WE NEED A MAPPP

[LeeroyBlockhead]

Name: Corporal Matthews.

Faction: US Military

Appearance: Digital woodland camo, gasmask (Temporarily removed), and kevlar.

Equipment: M16A1 Assault Rifle, Standard M9 Beretta. Eighteen clips total. Frag x3, incendiary x2.

"Names Tucker Matthews. Friends can call me Matt, or Tuck. My unit died out, leaving me the one alive. If we can get to my base, we can stock up on heavy weaponry." He said.

[Deus Ex]

Name:~

He ran behind the monstrosity, deciding it would be a good cover for finishing off the plane and putting an end to the troublesome humans.

[lordfeline]

It galloped towards the airplane as it bellowed with a ferocity never seen by zombie or human. the humans were scattered about the metal tube with triangle shaped protrusions, which was good cover for them. he crashed into the side of the plane. it shook, and the humans hid inside it. he began pummling the vehicle untill a lightnig blot of pain hammered it way into his brain. he had been shot by one of the humans! he screamed in a deep voice before giving the plane one final puch and dissapering into the forest to patch his wound.

backround story:
MILLATARY SCIENCE REPORT 573
ODIN BASE, NEVADA
LOG ENTRY: we have been doing a few experiments on the captured subjects transferred from new york. a strange new mutant breed of the virus has formed in the lab. the only name we have for it is an "Adder". it exhibits the bizzare ability to weld dead matter to its skin to be reused. but it is also hypersensitive to bodily wounds. the one subject we have has already grown quite large. the project, however, is in danger of shutting down. during a containment breach, the airborne version of the Adder mutation was released into the air. this means that we may be seeing a more dangerous type of zombie sooner than later.
FILE END

[PowerDag]

Name: "Aries"
Health: ???
Status: ???
Inventory: Revolver, 36 "Magnum" Boron Cartridges, TDI Vector
Location: Fort Ticonderoga, NY

Aries studies the surroundings thuroughly. He spots a smaller, faster monster behind the super zombie.
Aries: "If I can just time this right..."

He pulls out his revolver.
Loads six shots.
And points the gun.

Aries: "Smile, you son of a bitch."

The bullet is sent hurdling straight through the super zombie's flesh and into the smaller zombie's shoulder.
Aries: "Timmmmmbeeeeeeer!"

The super zombie falls over, blood spurting from it.
CRASH!

Aries: "Well, Macho Man is dead, now to take out Little Mac."
He laughs momentarily at his Punch Out!-based joke.

[Altered]

Map:


If you're in a different location, just ask me and I'll add you.


Name: Austin
Health: 100
Status: Adding weapons to my cargo plane (you all can fit in, only 1/3rd is filled and half the crates I kept for more supplies are empty so you and your stuff can fit)
Inventory: Shotgun, Slicey and Slashy
Location: Fort Ticonderoga

I'm halfway done welding 2 SMGs on a turret I made for my plane that can be shot and reloaded using a special mechanism I made as I see Bob showing stuff to a soilder. I lift up my welding mask, wave 'hi' and continue my work. Soon I finish welding and test it's reloading and shooting capabilities with empty magazines. It works! :D As I start working on a molotov launcher I hear pounding outside the fort, sounding like the strong zombie we fought earlier. I groan and set the tools inside a crate incase we need a quick evacuation and go to tell the others. I sprint over to Bob and say, "I hear a strong zombie outside, we should probably do something about it."

[Ziyek]

-snip-

Strong Zombie? lul.

[lordfeline]

powerdag, are you referring to Deus Ex and I? cause we dont die that easy.

[Altered]

Strong Zombie? lul.

lrn2readthedamntopic

It galloped towards the airplane as it bellowed with a ferocity never seen by zombie or human. the humans were scattered about the metal tube with triangle shaped protrusions, which was good cover for them. he crashed into the side of the plane. it shook, and the humans hid inside it. he began pummling the vehicle untill a lightnig blot of pain hammered it way into his brain. he had been shot by one of the humans! he screamed in a deep voice before giving the plane one final puch and dissapering into the forest to patch his wound.

holy forget, the airplane is

1. inside the fort
2. pretty zombie-resistant
3. there's noone inside, hurr