Zombie Survival - The Darkest Hour

[Comatose]

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[John Freeman]

• Name: Alyx Wild
• Location:San Fransico
• Status: Scared, mildly injured but in great pain
• Health: 68/100
• Inventory:-Bare hands
  -Putter
  -Luger 6-0 (I'm not good with ammo, someone help me figure it out?)

 "Thanks" I said, as I catch the sandwich. I started to eat the sandwich.
 "You know I think we should go to the airport. Leave america. Go someone in the world. If i'm going to die, I at least wanna go to a different country! Any ideas where to go. I've always wanted to go to Germany." I said.

• Name: Alyx Wild
• Location:San Fransico
• Status: Calm
• Health: 73/100
• Inventory:-Bare hands
  -Putter
  -Luger 6-0 (I'm not good with ammo, someone help me figure it out?)

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[Lil D]

NAME: John Doe
LOCATION: San Francisco, CA, USA-5:14 AM, day 2
STATUS: Barley conscious
HEALTH: 100/100
INVENTORY: Hands- Beretta M9(5-0)
                    Backpack- Medkit, 2 peanut butter sandwiches, a half empty bottle of water, and a kitchen knife

I open my eyes after I finally wake up and all I see is red and orange everywhere.  The plane must still be roasting.  I manage to crawl out of the open door, where to my surprise, was not engulfed in flames.  I crawl on my hands and knees to find a man who seems to be a US Army Ranger.  He helps me up.  I try to stand on my own, but I cannot.  As I sit on m rear next to the burning plane,  he begins talking.

"My name is Alex" He says.  I manage to repeat my name back to him.  I turn my head towards the city and see a small group of people.  I'm to delusional and dizzy to tell how many, or whether or not they are just more zombies.  I fall over on the ground and knock myself out again.

NAME: John Doe
LOCATION:San Francisco, CA, USA-4:06 AM, day 2
STATUS: Unconcious
HEALTH: 73/100
INVENTORY: Hands-Nothing
                     Backpack- Beretta M9(5-0), Medkit, 2 peanut butter sandwiches, a half empty bottle of water, and a kitchen knife

[Kochieboy]

Name: Lt. Jamie Miller
Location: Annapolis, Maryland
Status: Confused, scared  
Health: 100/100
Inventory: Large Backpack, Combat Knife, Flashlight w/ batteries (x2), 6 pack of water bottles, 9mm pistol, 9mm magazines (3x).


I run to the patrol boat. I see a dead body of a captain. I loot the body for any boat keys. Gets 1 boat key. I open the locked door. I get to the front where the steering wheel is and the controls. I start the ignition. Power 100% | Fuel 100% | Engine Damage 0% | Fuel Tank Damage 0% | Hull Damage 0% | Fire [NO] |, appear on the screen of the heads up display. "Perfect, I'm going to go to Washington D.C.". "Maybe there will be answers there". I begin to back the ship out of the port. Once the ship was away from land, I turn off the engine, and turn on the GPS. "I'm going to put in some coordinates and get the hell out of here".


Name: Lt. Jamie Miller
Location: Annapolis, Maryland (Off shore)
Status: Confident  
Health: 100/100
Inventory: Large Backpack, Combat Knife, Flashlight w/ batteries (x2), 6 pack of water bottles, 9mm pistol,  9mm magazines (3x), Patrol Boat keys.

[alexk]

Name: Alex
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 6:10 AM
Status: Gathering health , Severe injurry
Health: 32/100
Inventory: Camo , Large Bag from the USA Rangers Army.
- Glock 18 (single fire) 42/60
- M16 215/360
- AS50 65/65
- Bag filled with food and other stuff
- 4 Medpacks filled with Pain pills , bandages.

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I found an survivor. Although he is unconcious. So i go inside the airport to make a barricade to make us two safe. I wonder when we will find more survivors. All other planes are just destroyed. No way to get out of here quicker. Otherwise.. Going to Nevada. I spotted that the zombies are mutated. So this will be a problem. I then started to look at the survivor. He is knocked out so i will need to take care of him.
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Name: Alex
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 10:00 AM
Status: Gathering health ,  , Servere injurry
Health: 52/100
Inventory: Camo , Large Bag from the USA Rangers Army.
- Glock 18 (single fire) 42/60
- M16 215/360
- AS50 65/65
- Bag filled with food and other stuff
- 4 Medpacks filled with Pain pills , bandages.

[Comatose]

Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 01:15 PM
Status: Well-rested
Health: 100/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (5 - 0)
- S&W .40 ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit

Notes:
- Note about "Ryan"


I had lost him.

He had turned a corner and ran into a barricaded alley before disappearing.

I slowly walked back towards Union Square, and as I approached, I heard Alyx exclaim, "..I atleast want to go a different country!" As I walked back over to him, Michelle walked up to me. "Did you catch that guy?" I slowly shook my head, and she grimaced, probably over the fact that guy could ambush us at any moment.

Michelle then told me, "Alyx wants to go to Germany."

"If he thinks the Kaiser is still alive, he's out of his goddamn mind."

"But Nathan, you never know what could be over there!"

I groaned. "Okay, we can go to the airport and see if we can find a plane. If not, we're walking to Los Angeles and finding a plane there."

Michelle nodded, then reached into her pocket. She smiled at me as she handed me a small box. "This is for you."

I grabbed the box, thanked her, and opened it. I found all 197 of the 9x19mm Parabellums, remade into bullets.

"But, how..?"

"I had a bit of gunpowder left behind."

We both hugged each other, then pulled away quickly, feeling awkward.

"Ehem. Yeah, thanks."

We began to walk over to Alyx and Darx to ask them about our little trip to Germany.


Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 01:19 PM
Status: Well-rested
Health: 100/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (20 - 182)
- S&W .40 ammunition (Currently in use.)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit

Notes:
- Note about "Ryan"

[John Freeman]

• Name: Alyx Wild
• Location:San Fransico
• Status: Calm
• Health: 73/100
• Inventory:-Bare hands
  -Putter
  -Luger 6-0 (I'm not good with ammo, someone help me figure it out?)

Nathan had walked up to me. "What do you mean go to Germany?" he asked. I responded "Well I have never been to another country before. If its zombies invasion I at least want to go before I die. Luckily I learned German in Collage. Wanna hear some?" I asked. (In fact, I don't know any German in real life)

• Name: Alyx Wild
• Location:San Fransico
• Status: Calm
• Health: 73/100
• Inventory:-Bare hands
  -Putter
  -Luger 6-0 (I'm not good with ammo, someone help me figure it out?)

[Comatose]

Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 01:20 PM
Status: Well-rested
Health: 100/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (20 - 182)
- S&W .40 ammunition (Currently in use.)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit

Notes:
- Note about "Ryan"


"Okay, we'll go to Germany. I have no idea what we'll find there, though."

Michelle inquired, "How are we supposed to get there? We don't have any means of transportation."

She had made a good point. We didn't have a car that could fit all four of us, let alone 2. "Michelle's right, we'll have to find a car. A van or truck of some kind."

"Where would we find one?" Darx sounded confused.

"A parking garage."


About an hour later, we located a garage on Mason St. The lighted sign above the gated entrance glowed, showing us a very assuring message. 

FULL

I examined the gate. It was mechanically controlled via a switch in the payment booth, which was behind the fence. There was a side door that allowed pedestrian access, but the knob was jammed and the door was most likely barricaded on the other side.

I backed away from the entrance, examining the facade of the garage. It was fused onto the corner of the street, with a seamless connection to the surrounding storefronts and apartments. Alyx walked over and pondered. "We can't go in, or up. Can we go under?"

I looked at him, then asked the question he was expecting. "Through the BART station?"

He nodded, and looked back through the fence. A vent in the concrete inside was connected to Powell Station below, most likely to allow air underground.

"It seems like our only choice. What do you guys think?" I asked, looking at Michelle and Darx. Darx shrugged, and said, "I guess we could do it."

Michelle had already loaded her pistol. "Ready when you are Nathan."

I nodded, then began to walk towards the metro station, friends in tow.


Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 02:25 PM
Status: Well-rested
Health: 100/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (20 - 182)
- S&W .40 ammunition (Currently in use.)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit

Notes:
- Note about "Ryan"

[Donro98]

Name: Darx
Location:   San Francisco, California, United States -   Status: Nervous    Health: 100/100
Inventory: Backpack,  water, mellow yellow, and my baseball bat.
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"You know, I used to play games like this and watch movies like "Shawn OF The Dead" and I thought I could survive. They were amazing movies, and games, but you don't have the same fear when an actual life is on the line." We continue walking.
"Anyone want a drink? Oh, and Alyx, give me your gun, the mag is in backwards."
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Name: Darx
Location:   San Francisco, California, United States -   Status:     Health: 100/100
Inventory: Backpack, sandwich, water, mellow yellow, and my baseball bat.

[Blaze0]

• Name: Kurt Wylde
• Location: San Fransisco, California
• Status: Exhausted
• Health: 100/100
• Inventory: Switchblade, 24 Beef Jerky Strips, 1 loaf of bread, 4 Sierra Mist soda bottles, Honda Concept Motorcycle, Motorcycle keys, 3 2-liter coke bottles.

Still following the group of four, I saw them enter the metro station, tearing down zombies in the process. I watched them enter into a parking garage and hotwire a large van. Then they drove off.

But little did they know that I was still with them.
That I was still there.
That I was less than a block away, following them on my motorbike. I could not let them get away. They were my chance for survival.

• Name: Kurt Wylde
• Location: San Fransisco, California
• Status: Exhausted
• Health: 100/100
• Inventory: Switchblade, 24 Beef Jerky Strips, 1 loaf of bread, 4 Sierra Mist soda bottles, Honda Concept Motorcycle, Motorcycle keys, 3 2-liter coke bottles.

[Comatose]

Blaze, we haven't even gotten into the parking garage yet.

[Blaze0]

Blaze, we haven't even gotten into the parking garage yet.

I just advanced to that in my post

[Comatose]

Oh okay.

[Joffrey]

(I'm new to this, so forgive me if is sound new.)

• Name: Hawk Philip
• Location: San Francisco, California - 12:38 AM

• Status: Alert
• Health: 100/100

• Inventory: Aluminum Bat, 1 loaf of bread, 3 slices of ham.

Chaos. Madness. Destruction. Death.

Ever since this disease hit us, our peaceful world turned into a living nightmare. Scientists of the disease said that it would wear off and die, but they were wrong. The virus would mutate its victim into a man-eating monster.

                                                                                            Zombies.

The infection spread like wildfire. Soon it overwhelmed the National Guard sent in to contain the epidemic. The remainder of the Guard were evacuating all major populated areas. This is where my story begins...


It was 12:38 AM. Our city's air strike siren sounded. I looked outside and saw the National Guard pulling in and herding civilians onto trucks.  I asked the soldier what was going on:

"Excuse me!"

"What?!? Can't you see I'm busy here!?!"

"What the heck is going on?

"Were evacuating everyone to the nearest airport. We've managed to occupy all airports for evacuation."

"So when's the next shipment out?"

"In about ten minutes. There loading it right now."

"Do I still have time?"

"Maybe, if you get on now."

So I rushed to my apartment three stories up, running up the stairs, knowing the elevator was too slow. When I got there, I quickly gathered all stuff I wanted to take with me. (This is where I get my bat) When I was finished, I then moved on to the kitchen, quickly gathering food I wanted to take. (Here is where I get my food) I hadn't gone to the store in a while since the breakout, so I didn't have a lot. Anyway, I quickly gathered my food, unaware of a slippery puddle of water I had spilled, I slipped and fell on my head.

I was knocked out.

• Name: Hawk Philip
• Location: San Francisco, California - 12:38 AM

• Status: Alert
• Health: 95/100

• Inventory: Aluminum Bat, 1 loaf of bread, 3 slices of ham.

[Lil D]

NAME: John Doe
LOCATION: San Francisco, CA, USA-8:22 AM, day 2
STATUS: Barley conscious
HEALTH: 100/100
INVENTORY: Hands- Beretta M9(5-0)
                    Backpack- Medkit, 2 peanut butter sandwiches, a half empty bottle of water, and a kitchen knife

I wake alone, in an unfamiliar room. I look at the areas I feel the most pain in, finding that I had actually been burned slightly.  Nothing a little TLC can't fix.  I look at my arm that I scraped back in New York.  The origional bandage is trashed, as I can see.  It is laying right beside me.  However, on this scrape I find newer gauze.  This "Alex" person must've put some new bandages on for me. By now, I haven't eaten in a couple of days.  I'm famished.  I reach over for my backpack.  I eat both sandwiches and finished off the water. I still feel hungry, and then I realize, it could be worse.  I could be a lump of dead flesh, walking around San Francisco, devouring every living thing I saw.  However, thanks to my newfoud ally, I was going to make it.  For a little while at least.  I stuff the empty water bottle into my pack. I can fill it up later.

Location:San Francisco, CA, USA-8:28 AM, day 2
STATUS: hungry, thirsty, tired.
HEALTH: 75/100
INVENTORY: Hands-Nothing
                     Backpack- Beretta M9(5-0), Medkit,  an empty water bottle, and a kitchen knife