Zombie Survival; A Dangerous Path...

[Jokey365]

Buddy, try reading ENTIRE POSTS maybe?
EDIT: I'll post again in a few
EDIT AGAIN: Also, WHO RECOVERS THAT FAST?!

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[Gojira]

I didn't recover fully as you may or may not have noticed

Also, I am an idiot. I need to 1. Remove the quotation thing

And 2. Change "Flemming" to "Max"

[Jokey365]

I didn't recover fully as you may or may not have noticed

Also, I am an idiot. I need to 1. Remove the quotation thing

And 2. Change "Flemming" to "Max"

I didn't say you recovered fully it's just that you recovered a lot, and damn quick to!

[Gojira]

Some people do heal that fast.

[Bob Bricks 101]

Name: Jack
Health: 100/100
Power: 100/100
Status: Freaking out
Inventory: Knife, screwdriver

Crap crap crap crap, I thought, as my yoke jammed. I know that if you gain enough speed, your plane will lift off automatically. So I pushed it to the limit. I yanked on the joystick as hard as I could, and switched the flaps to "takeoff". Finally my joystick gave way, but while I was leaning on it. A.K.A. pushing it down, thus, damaging the landing gear horribly. Crap. I heard a CRACK, and then a crunching sound. "Well, this is going to be a little bit of a rough landing." I flew, flew, and flew some more. I didn't know where I was going, just away from there. My plane was loaded with blanks for, what was supposed to be, yesterday's airshow. So, I found a survivor walking nonchalantly, and angled my plane down, into a dive, heading right for him. "Someone has to have fun." I then let Hell rip with my machine guns, as the unknown survivor ducked and looked up towards me. I waved and pulled up. But it was too late. "[Insert swear word of your choice here]!!!" Or so i thought I had maybe a foot or two of space between me and the giant pines. "Whew." I then flew, flew, flew all the way till I Was about to run out of gas, and found a large, international airport, and saw a zombie limping on one of the runways. "Dibs", I said. I landed on the runway, having the zombie looking at me a second before I trucked him, going about 65 mph. I'm guessing he is dead. I heard a sound like someone scraping their nails against a chalkboard, and realized I forgot all about the broken landing gear. CRAPCRAPCRAP.  I hopped out, and inspected the damage. "Really?" I said. It was unfixable. "gaarrrrrrrgggghhh!" I looked over and saw about a dozen zombies headed my way. Crap. <-- massive understatement.

Name: Jack
Health:78/100
Power:91/100
Status: Swearing
Inventory: Knife, screwdriver

[Shadowed999]

Actually this is the fifth....

[Jokey365]

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
"Now then, we weren't planning on killing him damnit! Even if we were going to do so, I was going to!" I shouted at Jacov. "No time. We have a group of six, and we need to get out of here!" Aleks said. "What do we do?" Jacov asked. "I might have an idea!" I said. "Like I said before, you yanks are terrible when it comes to flying, well anything, so I might as well get us out of here! Besides, I have some business to attend to back in England. forgeters sent us here since Kev was infected! I need to show them that whenever you send ME to hotdogs and, how you yanks call it, Football, I plan on getting revenge!" I explained. Aleks looked at me, and so did Jacov. The women were up for the idea.
So guys, there has to be a working plane somewhere!
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)

"C'mon! I can't help that the landing gear wouldn't deploy!"

We had 6 of us, and no way to get out of there. We could always go to MIA and take a plane from there, and it wasn't that far. We would still need a car, though. Right at the moment, I saw on the far end of the runway a SkyChefs van.

"I have an idea," I announced.

We all piled into the van, while I drove us to MIA.

"How far until we get there?" I guess that was one of Max's lady companions.

"Ten minutes, give or take."

We got there 5 minutes later, to find that all the jets were gone.

"Well, Aleks?"

"Shut your trap, Max. We'll just go to Fort Lauderdale. It'll be another hour's drive though."

Everybody moaned. We all just wanted to leave.

• Name: Aleks Raimes
• Location: I-95, FL
• Status: Tired
• Health: 75/100
• 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)

[Altered]

Name: Austin
Location: Tennessee
Status: Shooting anything that moves
Health: 100/100
Power: Inventer - I make stuff better and faster than anyone else
Inventory: Nothing, it's in supply containers

The trucker and I load up my supplies in the back of the truck and head out.
I tell him what's happened thus far and he tells his story and we become friends.
Suprisingly, he's into video games and we discuss things such as TF2, Just Cause, etc and get to know each other. He's also pretty young, only 21, so there isn't a huge age gap between us. Anyways, he drives while I ride shotgun and he tells me we're going to a survivor camp in Nashville. We get there and head for the ghetto downtown(?, I'm not sure where it is) where there's few zombies and many survivors, who thankfully aren't as ghetto as the area around us. I meet them and meet one in particular who, like Doon (the truck driver), likes video games, and we become friends. As I finish talking with Trevor Gunn (the guy who likes video games and has the "Survivor" power, which grants him quick health restoration and strength in exchange for unsteady movement and slight lack of coordination), a makeshift zombie horde alert rings. I grab my shotgun, which I keep in my new locker raided from a school, and run outside to fight the horde.

[Jokey365]

Name: Max Nappy
Location: I-95, 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
Just read the post if you get confused, it will all be explained in the end!
We all piled back into the van. "Welp, let's go!" I said. Aleks headed off. After about what seemed like an hour, Aleks stopped. "What's the hold up?" I asked. I looked over and Aleks wasn't there! "Um guys?" I asked. Nobody else was in the vehicle. I was confused. I looked out the windows. We were still on the road! Suddenly, tons of zombies started pounding on the car! "What's going on here?!" I shouted. The car tipped over, and the zombies tore the top open! "NO, BACK UP!" I screamed. I swung my bat at them several times. "NOOOOO!" I screamed as they bit into my flesh!
"NOO!" I shouted, waking up in the moving van. "Nightmare?" Aleks asked. I shook my head around bit. "Yeah, I'm fine now" I said. "Are we there yet?" I asked. "Almost" Aleks said.
Name: Max Nappy
Location: On the road, FL
Status: Startled
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]

I'm waiting for somebody else to post. Anyone?

[IncipientRevival7]

Lloyd carefully walks out of the warehouse and sees a pair of keys. He takes them and runs to another abadoned building and goes in.

[JJX99]

Name: Rangoon Benje
Age:36
Location: in my bedroom wardrobe
Inventory:chainsaw (found it in the garage ) canned tuna pot of honey ,apple
Status hungry for carnage
Health 60/100 big gash in my head when a zombie thrashed at me
I creep out of my wardrobe and saw it's head off!

[Gojira]

Name: Jacov
Health: 53/100
Power: 43/100
Ability: Deadshot
Status: Recovering
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 6 rounds in the magazine, 3 15-round magazines in reserve.
"Hey, Aleks... Is that where we're headed?"
"Yup, it's a survivor hideout. We'll be there in about two minutes. You'll be able to get more ammunition and fresh clothes. Maybe some money, if you need it."
"I don't need the money, I have $30.47. I'd appreciate the ammo and the clothing though."
"Ah, okay. We'll get you patched up and cleaned up, and we'll stay there for a while."
We continue conversing until we reach the gate. The guard asks how many we have.
"Four," Aleks says.
"Any wounded?"
"Two."
"Okay, send them to the infirmary. We'll get them cleaned up and disinfected."
"Thanks."
We drive into the facility and I head straight for the infirmary.
Name: Jacov
Health: 57/100
Power: 46/100
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

[Comatose]

Wait.

We're going to the airport, Gojira. Not a hideout.

• Name: Aleks Raimes
• Location: I-95, FL
• Status: Tired
• Health: 75/100
• 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)

We got to Fort Lauderdale later than we expected, and found one last jet. Seems like one took off very recently, seeing as there was fuel on the ground.

"Alright, everybody. Pile in."

We climbed into the Bombardier, and I started it up after fueling it. We headed down the taxiway towards runway 39L.

"Hey, um, Aleks? Where are we headed?" Jacov nervously asked. I never thought of it, but at that point, the destination might as well been written in blood on the wall of the cabin.

"DC or bust."

After about 20 minutes in and we're in the air, I put the plane on auto-pilot and walk into the cabin. After talking a bit with Flemming and Max, I had to pee and waited for whoever was in the lavatory to get out, presumably one of the girls that came with Max. I waited for half an hour, and couldn't wait anymore. My bladder was about to burst.

"Are you okay in there?" I shouted through the door.

The response I got back was a low growl. I ran to the roosterpit, pulled out my M4, and loaded it with a fresh cartridge.

"Aleks, what's going on?" Max asked me as he scrambled into the roosterpit.

"Go ask your lady friend."

It was going to be a long flight.

• 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)