Zombie Survival; A Dangerous Path...

[Comatose]

• Name: Aleks Raimes
• Location: San Diego Convention Center, San Diego, CA
• Status: Well rested, confident
• Health: 91/100
• Power: Sitting Duck - When using a rifle, my accuracy increases by 20%, but my firerate decreases by 50%.
• Inventory: One (1) Bloody Shovel, One (1) Mtn. Dew, Three (3) Cans of Black Beans, One (1) Match & Matchbook, One (1) Backpack, One (1) Remington 1911 Pistol (10 - 0), 10 (Ten) Molotov roostertails, One (1) FN Hershel M16A1 (16 - 200)

When we arrived at the gas station hours ago to fill up the Porsche's tank, we were lucky. We got last few drops of gas that fully filled up the tank before the station went bone dry. Now we're in San Diego, home of the US Navy.

Or should I say, used to be the home.

When we got here, we were greeted by burning ships, and the undead in full naval dress. Wanting to get the forget out of there, I slammed the gas and drove all the way to the convention center.

At that moment, Flemming decides to wake up from his nap.

"Huh? Aleks, where the forget are we?"

"Home of the Undead Navy."

"Oh, so we're not getting out of here?"

"Not unless you know how to fly a plane," I retorted. But the plan seemed just crazy enough to work.

I drove to the airport, and walked onto the tarmac. I found 777s, 747s, and all the planes inbetween.

"What's the smallest plane here that won't catch fire and kill us both if we accidentally slam it into a brick wall?" Flemming asked.

"The Cessna over there," I pointed at it, and walked over to find there was no fuel in it.

I looked around for a fuel truck, and found it still hooked up to the Learjet nearby.

"To hell with the Cessna, we're taking the Learjet," I yelled before turning on the fuel pump.

We waited for about 20 minutes, then climbed into the plane.

"Do you know how this thing works, Aleks?"

"A little."

A little was, erm, a bit inaccurate. It took me an hour just to figure out how to start the damn engine. Luckily, I got the hang of it from there and we ended up getting into the air.

• Name: Aleks Raimes
• Location: In the air over CA
• Status: Tired
• Health: 91/100
• Power: Sitting Duck - When using a rifle, my accuracy increases by 20%, but my firerate decreases by 50%.
• Inventory: One (1) Bloody Shovel, One (1) Mtn. Dew, Three (3) Cans of Black Beans, One (1) Match & Matchbook, One (1) Backpack, One (1) Remington 1911 Pistol (10 - 0), 10 (Ten) Molotov roostertails, One (1) FN Hershel M16A1 (16 - 200)

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[Altered]

Name: Austin
Location: Tennessee
Status: Apprehensive, trying to drive is hard
Health: 100/100
Power: Inventer
Inventory: Nothing, it's in supply containers

I drive to the nearest store, a Save-Alot, and raid it for easily cooked and non-perishable items and put them in the containers. I encounter very few zombies, suprising because it's in a decently populated spot. As I come out I spot a semi-trailer and get an idea. I package everything, go to the semi and turn on the CB Radio. It comes on and I become estatic. "Hello, anyone out there who has survived?", and after a few seconds, "Yes, another survivor! I thought everyone but me was dead!" "Same here! What's your location?" "I'm at the Hunts gas station in town." "Alright! I'll meet you there if you can give me about 40 minutes, I'm only 15* and I don't have a drivers licence. I'll show up in a red truck with a trailer of supplies." "K. I've got nothing else to do and there's not very many zombies around here, suprisingly." "Alright, see you then!"
I put the CB radio in the truck, get a some more stuff and leave to Hunts.

*I'm older

[Comatose]

• Name: Aleks Raimes
• Location: In the air over FL
• Status: Tired
• Health: 91/100
• Power: Sitting Duck - When using a rifle, my accuracy increases by 20%, but my firerate decreases by 50%.
• Inventory: One (1) Bloody Shovel, One (1) Mtn. Dew, Three (3) Cans of Black Beans, One (1) Match & Matchbook, One (1) Backpack, One (1) Remington 1911 Pistol (10 - 0), 10 (Ten) Molotov roostertails, One (1) FN Hershel M16A1 (16 - 200)

The flight was great. The landing, not so much.

"Dear god, we're gonna crash!"

I knew how to fly, just not how to land. Just before landing though, I saw a helicopter flying away, and from afar, I could just barely make out a union jack on the chopper's side. What's an RAF helicopter doing out here in the US?

Anyway, the landing was awful. The landing gear failed mid-flight, and I couldn't put it down. I had slowed the plane, and my only choice was to make this thing go on it's belly, or crash it into the ground. I'd prefer the former.

The plane hit the ground at 140 knots. All I heard was the screeching of the underbelly of the jet scratching on the tarmac as it skid down the runway. All I saw before I blacked out and heard the loud crash was the hangar rising up in front of me, ready to swallow up my life.

• Name: Aleks Raimes
• Location: Tamiami Regional Airport, Miami, FL
• Status: Tired
• Health: 43/100
• Power: Sitting Duck - When using a rifle, my accuracy increases by 20%, but my firerate decreases by 50%.
• Inventory: One (1) Bloody Shovel, One (1) Mtn. Dew, Three (3) Cans of Black Beans, One (1) Match & Matchbook, One (1) Backpack, One (1) Remington 1911 Pistol (10 - 0), 10 (Ten) Molotov roostertails, One (1) FN Hershel M16A1 (16 - 200)

[Jokey365]

Name: Max Nappy
Location: Florida, ???, In a Building
Status: Angered
Health: 100/100
Power: Power of the Prat (ACTIVE)- When angered, my melee attacks become stronger by 50%, I fire weapons faster, but my accuracy decreases by half, and the chances that I attack other survivors is increased by 25%
Inventory: Baseball Bat with a Metal Peg through it, Duffel Bag, Croquet Gear (Bag)
As I was searching there was a loud horrific crash. A plane was sliding across the runway, so it appears we're at an airport. No time to mind that now, the plane was about to his THIS building! I ran back to the roof in record time, all anger gone. "GUY'S, THERE'S A-" I got cut off as the plane tore through the building and screeched to a halt inside "It appears we're on a hanger!" I said. The plane tore through the doors of the hangar and they fell to the ground with a thud. "Well then, with all this behind us, I'm going to go see what the big deal is with this plane here!" I said heading back down the stairs. Kev silently followed, thinking I was still angry. After a bit of walking down some stairs I finally reached the ground. The plane was pretty beat up. "Well ain't this just peachy! Kev, what time is it?" I said, then proceeded to ask. Kev looked surprised that I knew he was there, then looked at his watch. "Isn't time different here in the US?" he asked. "OH JUST DO IT, you Muppet!" I said. Kev checked his watch. "About 1600" he said. "1600? Now how can somebody NOT land a plane at four in the afternoon? It's light out!" I boasted. "Max, time change!" Kev said. "Right, but it's still light out!" I said. "What is it, 11:00 AM, as these yanks call it?" I said. "MAX!" Kev shouted. "What?" I asked. "Plane" he said. "OH! Right, let's take a look see!" I said. The door wasn't on very tight so I pulled it off without any trouble. The inside was another story. The seats and windows were scrunched up so badly that they could be wads of gum, and the bathroom was leaking! As for the rooster pit, there was a man, blacked out in the chair. He was bleeding in the arm and leg. In the other chair was another person, bleeding in the same spots. "WELL THEN! That's what these yanks get for not flying correctly!" I boasted. Kev and I pulled them out of the plane and onto the concrete far away from the plane, just in case. I emptied out my Duffel Bag and tore it apart, using bits and pieces of it as bandages for the two yanks. After they were all bandaged up and out of the plane, Kev and I sat there, waiting for something to happen, preferably before zombies arrived!
Name: Max Nappy
Location: Tamiami Regional Airport, Miami, FL
Status: Calm
Health: 100/100
Power: Power of the Prat (Inactive)-
When angered, my melee attacks become stronger by 50%, I fire weapons faster, but my accuracy decreases by half, and the chances that I attack other survivors is increased by 25%
Inventory: Baseball Bat with a Metal Peg through it

[Bob Bricks 101]

Name: Jack
Health: 100/100
Power:100/100
Status: Thankful
Inventory: Knife, Screw driver

I find another car with the keys inside (I found a new way to kill 60 minutes in a zombie Apocalypse!) And drove to our locale airport. My dad and I used to fly a WWII Replica P-51 Mustang, and got some pocket money for it, too, by allowing rides for $5.00. (J&G airshow is not responsible for loss of limb, death, and all other injuries that occur to you while flying with us.) I hop in, start the engine, and taxi over to runway 16R. I check my fuel gauge, only to find it bobbing on the E. I swear loudly, as a zombie walks out of the terminal. I ho out, run over to the fuel truck, and drive it back to my plane. OK, OK, I will survive. I hook up the hose to my plane, and switch the truck on, as a small horde of zombies limp towards me. I switch out my ballistic knife, and start to hum "Stayin' Alive" Ah, Ah, Ah, Ahhhhhh stayin' aliiive, I sing, shanking zombies left and right. My strategy is to jam the handle to the zombie's head, and click the button to fire the blade. Very effective. I hear a "click"
 and look over to see the gas bubbling out of my plane. Crap, I think, running towards my plane, tripping on a corpse. I switch the truck off and haul the hose out of my Mustang. I hop in and taxi the rest of the way to runway 28L, as I realize a jet is parked on runway 28R. I get on and  ease the throttle up all the way.

Name: Jack
Health98/100
Power:94/100
Status: Relieved
Inventory: Knife, screw driver

[Fireboy]

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[Comatose]

• Name: Aleks Raimes
• Location: Tamiami Regional Airport, Miami, FL
• Status: Tired
• Health: 43/100
• Power: Sitting Duck - When using a rifle, my accuracy increases by 20%, but my firerate decreases by 50%.
• Inventory: One (1) Bloody Shovel, One (1) Mtn. Dew, Three (3) Cans of Black Beans, One (1) Match & Matchbook, One (1) Backpack, One (1) Remington 1911 Pistol (10 - 0), 10 (Ten) Molotov roostertails, One (1) FN Hershel M16A1 (16 - 200)

I woke up a while later to find a guy standing by me, looking away with his back turned. He better not be undead.

"Hey, who are you?"

He turned back to me, and smiled.

"I see you're awake, and I was just about to ask you the same question," He responded in a British accent. I guess that's where the RAF chopper came from.

"Aleks Raimes, and you?"

"Max Nappy." Max shook my hand, and after which he asked me where we were.

"I'm guessing it's Tamiami Airport."

"You've been here before?"

"I lived here in Miami the first 10 years of my life."

"Well, what the hell do we do now?"

"Find the military."

Homestead was the only place I could think of that had a military base. They had planes there, too.

"Do you guys have a vehicle?"

Max shook his head.

"How's Flemming?"

"Who?"

"The other guy that was in the plane," I replied.

"He woke up earlier, and went back to sleep."

I nodded, and sat up. I guess I'd have to use my shovel as a cane. I pulled it out of my bag, which was missing a few items, including my Remington. Luckily, the M16 was still there.

"Do any of you have any idea where a pistol might be? I lost one."

Max shrugged, as well as his companions after a thought or two. The two girls with Max and the other man went back inside to look.

I started walking with the cane. My leg didn't hurt much, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

"Where did you gents come from?" Max asked.

"California."

We began making small talk, and soon the girls were back with some unneeded news.

"The magazine is missing, and a whole part of the barrel is broken." One replied.

I guess this thing has seen it's last days.

• Name: Aleks Raimes
• Location: Tamiami Regional Airport, Miami, FL
• Status: Tired
• Health: 62/100
• Power: Sitting Duck - When using a rifle, my accuracy increases by 20%, but my firerate decreases by 50%.
• Inventory: One (1) Bloody Shovel, Two (2) Cans of Black Beans, One (1) Match & Matchbook, One (1) Backpack, 10 (Ten) Molotov roostertails, One (1) FN Hershel M16A1 (16 - 200)

[Gojira]

Name: Jacov
Health: 90/100
Power: 90/100
Ability: Deadshot
Status: freaked out
Inventory: Dad's knife (6.5 inches), my knife (4.5 inches), wallet with $30.47, 3 shirts, 2 pairs of pants, a flashlight G19 with 7 rounds in the magazine, 3 15-round magazines in reserve.
I run from my dad's room. I run down the stairs and into the laundry room. I grab the keys off the wall and start my dad's jeep. I don't know how to drive that well, so I end up crashing through the streets.
I finally make it to the airport and get in a Cessna Skyhawk. After having some experience in a flight simulator, I thought I would have no problem taking off. It turns out the opposite is true. It takes me ten minutes just to start the engine. I finally get in the air. After about an hour, I land at an airport with a crashed Learjet and an RAF aircraft checking out the damage. I crash my plane not paying attention and exit the aircraft, and fall to the ground unconscious.
Name: Jacov
Health: 23/100
Power: 13/100
Status: Unconscious
Inventory: Dad's knife (6.5 inches), my knife (4.5 inches), wallet with $30.47, 3 shirts, 2 pairs of pants, flashlight, G19

[Altered]

Needs moar location Gojira, even just a vauge one (i.e. I'm in "Tennessee" and nowhere in particular is specified) would do.

[Gojira]

I am at the airport Flemming is, and I was in Georgia when I took off.

[Altered]

I'm not at an airport :S

[Gojira]

Now read the post.

[Jokey365]

Name: Max Nappy
Location: Tamiami Regional Airport, Miami, FL
Status: Calm
Health: 100/100
Power: Power of the Prat (Inactive)- When angered, my melee attacks become stronger by 50%, I fire weapons faster, but my accuracy decreases by half, and the chances that I attack other survivors is increased by 25%
Inventory: Baseball Bat with a Metal Peg through it
Another plane crashed in the runway, causing me to become a bit irritated. "OH FOR THE LOVE OF THE QUEEN, WHY CAN'T YOU BLOODY IDIOTS LAND A PLANE! I COULD LAND ONE WITH BOTH ME EYES CLOSED!" I shouted. Kev just looked at me. "Sorry, didn't mean to go thick Goth there, now then, let's take a look at this new gent that fell out of the plane like any other bloody yank trying to fly a plane!" I said, bounding over to the man on the ground. Before I reached him, something popped into my mind. I whipped out my bat and aimed it at the women. "BACK TO BUISNESS! Which one of you is infected?" I said. "WHAT?!" Aleks shouted. "One of these two ladies is infected, and they should have turned by now!" I said. The women, along with Aleks just looked at Kev. "LOOK ME IN THE EYES LADIES!" I shouted. "MAX, HE'S TURNING!" Aleks shouted turning my in Kev's direction. He was barfing, and starting to growl a little. "WELL THIS IS JUST PEACHY!" I said. I took the shovel from Aleks and he almost fell over but the women helped him. "Sorry buddy!" I said, crazy look in my eye. I smashed the shovel on the back of Kev's head, causing blood to gush a bit out of his brand new wound. I gave the shovel back to Aleks. "Well then! Back to business!" I said, walking up to the man. "He's as good as dead!" I said, poking at him with my foot. "He's bleeding in all sorts of locations! All he would do is either die, take up space, or slow us down. I'm probably guessing die" I said. Aleks just looked at me, along with the women. "Look, I'm not crazy! Maybe a little loopy in the nogin, but I'm not crazy!" I said to everyone. "Well Aleks,
What do you think?"
Name: Max Nappy
Location: Tamiami Regional Airport, Miami, FL
Status: Puzzled
Health: 100/100
Power: Power of the Prat (Inactive)- When angered, my melee attacks become stronger by 50%, I fire weapons faster, but my accuracy decreases by half, and the chances that I attack other survivors is increased by 25%
Inventory: Baseball Bat with a Metal Peg through it

[Comatose]

• Name: Aleks Raimes
• Location: Tamiami Regional Airport, Miami, FL
• Status: Tired
• Health: 62/100
• Power: Sitting Duck - When using a rifle, my accuracy increases by 20%, but my firerate decreases by 50%.
• Inventory: One (1) Bloody Shovel, Two (2) Cans of Black Beans, One (1) Match & Matchbook, One (1) Backpack, 10 (Ten) Molotov roostertails, One (1) FN Hershel M16A1 (16 - 200)

I pondered Max's question for a minute. I didn't have the heart to shoot the guy, but we couldn't take him because he could be infected.

"Let's just leave him," I suggested.

• Name: Aleks Raimes
• Location: Tamiami Regional Airport, Miami, FL
• Status: Tired
• Health: 62/100
• Power: Sitting Duck - When using a rifle, my accuracy increases by 20%, but my firerate decreases by 50%.
• Inventory: One (1) Bloody Shovel, Two (2) Cans of Black Beans, One (1) Match & Matchbook, One (1) Backpack, 10 (Ten) Molotov roostertails, One (1) FN Hershel M16A1 (16 - 200)

[Gojira]

Name: Jacov
Health: 23/100
Power: 13/100
Ability: Deadshot
Status: Unconscious
Inventory: Dad's knife (6.5 inches), my knife (4.5 inches), wallet with $30.47, 3 shirts, 2 pairs of pants, a flashlight G19 with 7 rounds in the magazine, 3 15-round magazines in reserve.
"Ugh... what happened?"
I hear a man yell something along the lines of "Can't you damn yanks land a plane? I could land one blindfolded!"
I see him run towards a man who appears to be bleeding profusely. He's a zombie, it looks like. I see the man who yelled hit the man with a spiked baseball bat. The man falls dead to the ground with several wounds.
I stumble/crawl over to the dead man, and just for good measure, pop a .45 round into him.
"The name's Jacov. What's yours?"

"Max, you damn Yank."

Name: Jacov
Health: 46/100
Power: 13/100
Status: Recovering
Inventory: Dad's knife (6.5 inches), my knife (4.5 inches), wallet with $30.47, 3 shirts, 2 pairs of pants, flashlight, G19