Zombie Survival; A Dangerous Path...

[Jokey365]

Name: Max Nappy
Location: In the air over FL
Status: Willing
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
I pushed Aleks lightly. "Allow me, I haven't had a good fight in ages, well I am 15, so, OH JUST LET ME DO THIS!" I said. I whipped out my bat. As I approached the door, I was greeted with a growl. "Well it seems we have two infected Muppet's with us! One being my buddy, and the other being this lady!" I said. The door FLEW open and the woman came running out. "Well she's infected all right!" I said. Aleks aimed his gun at her head. "NO! DON'T EVEN TRY IT!" I shouted. I was staring at the woman. We were eye to eye. She charged at me, and I blocked her with my bat. I pulled her in one direction, and BASHED the handle of the bat into her eye. She was bleeding, but she wasn't going to stop. I readied my bat again. "ALEKS, TOSS ME A PARACHUTE!" I shouted. "WHY?!" he asked flustered. "I am NOT going to DC, so I'd rather jump out of a moving plane with a zombie then go to the White Building, or whatever you call it!" I responded. The woman charged, and this time she caused me to stumble. I aimed my fall the best I could at one of the plane doors. My back smashed into it.
"LOOK ALEKS, IF YOU DON'T WANT TO GIVE ME THAT PARACHUTE, THEN I'M GIVING YOU ANOTHER OPTION HERE:
COME OPEN THIS DOOR,
CHANGE THE DIRECTION OF OUR PLANE TO ENGLAND,
OR PASS ME A PARACHUTE!"
Name: Max Nappy
Location: In the air over FL
Status: Risk of infection!
Health: 85/100
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

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[Comatose]

• Name: Aleks Raimes
• Location: In the air over FL
• Status: Tired
• Health: 89/100
• 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)
• Currently Equipped: FN Hershel M16A1 (32 - 184)

I knew they didn't equip these planes with parachutes, so that was out of the question. My only option was to open the door, and head towards London.

I made the large turn and put our heading at 0345 towards Gatwick. The matter of the zombie was still at hand though. I didn't care what Max said. I wasn't gonna let him get bitten. I pulled out my shovel, ran up to Max's once-living companion, and swung. The spade hit her straight in the neck, but she wasn't dead yet. I grabbed Max's shirt by the collar, and flung him into a seat before yelling out.

"BUCKLE UP, EVERYBODY." I screamed at the top of my lungs, before opening the door. While the zombie held me tightly in her grasp, I grabbed hold of a chair, took the shovel, and chopped the zombie's hand off before she flew out the door.

I crawled across the floor, and attempted to close the door. I grasped a handle on the wall, while I grabbed the door, and slammed it in. It seemed that due to the lack of air, Flemming and Max's other lady companion had fainted.

We were finally on our way.

• Name: Aleks Raimes
• Location: In the air over the Atlantic Ocean
• Status: Terrified
• Health: 89/100
• 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)
• Currently Equipped: Bloody Shovel

[Altered]

Name: Austin
Location: Tennessee
Status: Fighting zombies
Health: 100/100
Power: Inventer - I make stuff better and faster than anyone else
Inventory: Slug Shotgun and 50 shells given to me by the survivors I've met

We ran outside and saw a horde of zombies heading towards us. We heard alarm after alarm ring inside the building, signaling that zombies were praticaly being poured in in the hundreds. The 50 or so survivors I've met started shooting, some going for salvaged mounted LMGs the military left behind, others going to higher ground. I was told to shoot the ones far away and Trevor showed me how to fire slugs and use the modified chamber to also shoot normal shotgun rounds. I was also told that if I needed some help that they had a few experienced members also doing some far-picking (as they called it) that I could ask for help. So I set off firing the shells at far away zombies, getting a 3/4 hit ratio. One of the experienced members told me I was good for a newbie, and I told them "I've done some target pratice, I'd be alot better with a scope". So they handed me a spare scope they had and I killed alot more, even getting double and one triple kill. Some people were flabbergasted at how great a shooter I was. After an hour of fighting, we killed off all the zombies with no deaths. They thanked me and the one that gave me a scope looked at me, said "Wow" and patted me on the back. I was now a Survivor.

[Jokey365]

Name: Max Nappy
Location: In the air over the Atlantic Ocean
Status: Fine
Health: 85/100
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: Nothing :c
I stood up slowly, and wobbled a little bit. "Well that's not what I had in mind, but now we're off to London!" I said with a smile. "How do you stay to happy?" Aleks asked me. "Practice my friend, practice. Well that and I'm really thirsty!" I said. I looked around the plane a bit, before my smile vanished. "Well, it looks like my bat went out the door with the zombie!" I said, with my smile coming back to fill my face. "Well, now that we're off to London, we're going to need a specific location when we land! So, we're going to meet the Queen!" I said louder then usual. "Why the Queen in particular?" Aleks asked. "Big house, tons of guards, and something to drink!" I said, with an even bigger smile. "Well, time to hit the hay!" I said before plopping into a chair.
Name: Max Nappy
Location: In the air over the Atlantic Ocean
Status: Tired
Health: 85/100
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: Nothing :c

[Commander sushi]

Name: Dave Blackwood
Location: Kingston, Bentalls centre
Status: Scared, Nervous, Sad
Health: 100/100
Power: Crafter- Can make weapons out of scraps
Inventory: Fire axe, dried fruit, fire lighting kit

I woke up. I saw the ceiling and remember the patterns,
'I'm in the bentalls centre' i thought to myself. I got up and looked around
and saw none, im alone, but then i heard a scream.
I ran to the ledge, i was on the 1st floor, and the poor lady
who got ripped appart was on the LG floor. Luckily, there
was only one zombie, and he hasnt seen me yet.
I decided to go into waterstones, because i could make a barracade
with the bookshelves, so i did.

Name: Dave Blackwood
Location: Kingston, the bentalls centre, waterstones
Status: tired, horrified
Health: 95/100
Power: Crafter- make weapons with scraps

[Altered]

Power: Crafter- make weapons with scraps

[Gojira]

Name: Jacov
Age: 17
Health: 57/100
Power: 48/100
Ability: Deadshot - When I use a rifle, I have 100% accuracy at 250 yards or less, and when I use a pistol, I have 85% accuracy at 25 yards or less.
Status: In the air over the Atlantic Ocean
Inventory: Dad's knife (6.5 inches), my knife (4.5 inches), wallet with $30.47, 3 shirts, 2 pairs of pants, a flashlight, a G19 .50 caliber (modified) with 6 rounds in the magazine, 3 15-round magazines in reserve.
"Well... That was exciting," I say.
"No stuff," says Aleks.
"Say, when we land in England, will I be able to get a rifle?" I ask.
"Probably."
I go to use the lavs and head back to my seat.
I fall asleep.
Name: Jacov
Health: 61/100
Power: 51/100
Status: In the air over the Atlantic Ocean
Inventory: Dad's knife (6.5 inches), my knife (4.5 inches), wallet with $30.47, 3 shirts, 2 pairs of pants, flashlight, G19

[Shadowed999]

Powers? Really? :|

[Shortcut]

name: JOHN MARSTON
age: -9999
health: 99999
power: 99999
ability: SHOWER OF PWNING BULLETS     -      i can relese a SHOWER OF PWNING BULLETS
status: on the move
inventory: ak47 w/ red dto site m16 w/ dual magz m1911 w/ tac nife

i was going to the mcdonalds (again) and i saw people so i shot them cuase i didnt need them on my battle against the zombie hordes that will wage 7 years. i got my mcnuggets and then saw some zombies so i rna up to them and shot them to.

[Blaze0]

• Name: Flemming Velocity
• Location: Not Sure, Airborne
• Status:
  Unconcious
• Health: 57/100
• Power: "Flash"
• Inventory: Swiss Army Knife, Lighter, Extra-Large full Water-bottle, 2-way radio, backpack, BMX Bike, Helmet.

I woke up in another airplane, from my week-long trip to Los Angeles air-loss knockout, and realized what was going on. Luckily, I still had transport on the ground incase of emergency, with my BMX I had managed to bring with everything that had happened. Safety first.

Aleks: We're on our way. Glad to see you're "with us" again, Flem.

Flemming: Don't call me Flem.

Aleks: Whatev, Flem.

Flemming: Grr...

• Name: Flemming Velocity
• Location: Not Sure, Airborne
• Status: In Plane
• Health: 64/100
• Power: "Flash"
• Inventory: Swiss Army Knife, Lighter, Extra-Large full Water-bottle, 2-way radio, backpack, BMX Bike, Helmet.

[Comatose]

• Name: Aleks Raimes
• Location: In the air over the Atlantic Ocean
• Status: Terrified
• Health: 89/100
• 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)
• Currently Equipped: Bloody Shovel

I put the plane on auto-pilot after we passed over the Bermuda Triangle. I don't know what the big deal about it was. After I did so, I walked into the cabin and talked to Flemming.

"...Glad to see you're 'with us' again, Flem."

Flemming grunted, and then asked where we were going.

"London, per Max's request."

He shrugged, then sat in a chair and was out like a light in ten seconds.

I began a conversation with the girl that Max came with.

"Where are you from?"

"Oh, Manchester. A little bit of a rough town though."

"Yeah, I know. How did you guys meet?"

"I don't exactly know Max. We were put in Group 2136 November and were assigned to Chopper 9. I just happened to be there."

I nodded, then fell asleep. We still had a long way to go.

• Name: Aleks Raimes
• Location: In the air over the Atlantic Ocean
• Status: Asleep
• Health: 89/100
• 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)
• Currently Equipped: Bloody Shovel

[Blaze0]

• Name: Flemming Velocity
• Location: Not Sure, Airborne
• Status:
  Unconcious
• Health: 70/100
• Power: "Flash"
• Inventory: Swiss Army Knife, Lighter, Extra-Large full Water-bottle, 2-way radio, backpack, BMX Bike, Helmet.

I woke up a little bit later to find Aleks making out with one of Max's girls.

Flemming: Uh...

When they heard my voice they immediately stopped and sat upright like nothing happened.
I rolled my eyes and walked up to the roosterpit. We should be in london at the end of comatose's next post in 2 hours.

• Name: Flemming Velocity
• Location: Not Sure, Airborne
• Status: In Plane
• Health: 74/100
• Power: "Flash"
• Inventory: Swiss Army Knife, Lighter, Extra-Large full Water-bottle, 2-way radio, backpack, BMX Bike, Helmet.

[Jokey365]

Name: Max Nappy
Location: In the air over the Atlantic Ocean
Status: Tired
Health: 85/100
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: Nothing :c
I snapped awake as if by magic. The younger woman was sleeping, next to me, with an arm over my chest. "Ok, I don't know if this is weird, or lovey" I whispered. I removed her arm from my chest and got up. I looked out the window. "Almost to London, we'll be safe, and I'll get my revenge on those prats who sent me to America!" I said with an evil grin. "First, I'll get a hellicopter and an RPG from the millitary supply drop hellicopter, since for some reason they carry RPG's around when they drop off supplies. Second, I'll fly to Big Ben, and BLOW the doors open! Third, I'll watch, as the zombies pour inside! THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR SENDING ME, TO AMERICA!" I said to myself.
Name: Max Nappy
Location: In the air over the Atlantic Ocean
Status: Tired
Health: 85/100
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: Nothing :c

[Blaze0]

Oh, Joker, I thought Max was an NPC! Lol.

[Gojira]

Name: Jacov
Age: 17
Health: 61/100
Power: 51/100
Ability: Deadshot - When I use a rifle, I have 100% accuracy at 250 yards or less, and when I use a pistol, I have 85% accuracy at 25 yards or less.
Status: In the air over the Atlantic Ocean
Inventory: Dad's knife (6.5 inches), my knife (4.5 inches), wallet with $30.47, 3 shirts, 2 pairs of pants, a flashlight, a G19 .50 AE with 6 rounds in the magazine, 3 15-round magazines in reserve.
Equipped: G19 .50 AE
"I'll take an RPG and BLOW the doors open! Then I'll let the zombies flood in! That's what you get for sending me to America!"
"Doesn't that seem a little extreme?" I ask.
"Uhh... Good point."
"...nice to have you "back," Flem," I hear Aleks say.
"Don't call me Flem," says an unknown voice, apparently Flemming's.
"Okay, Flem," Aleks says, just to annoy Flemming.
"Hey Flemming. Nice to have ya with us," I say.
"Thanks for calling me by my actual name. Anyways, nice to meet you...?"
"Jacov. And no problem, it's just part of who I am."
Name: Jacov
Health: 65/100
Power: 57/100
Status: In the air over the Atlantic Ocean
Inventory: Dad's knife (6.5 inches), my knife (4.5 inches), wallet with $30.47, 3 shirts, 2 pairs of pants, flashlight, G19 .50 AE (6 rounds in magazine), 3 15-round magazines in reserve
Equipped: G19 .50 AE