Zombie Survival - The Darkest Hour

[Comatose]

Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: Powell Metro Station, San Francisco, California, United States - 02:27 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"


We ventured into the dark metro station, stepping over bodies and luggage in the process. After going down the stairs, we all heard a horrid noise echoing from the platform.

"What was that?"

"I have no idea."

We continued walking, before coming upon the turnstiles. After pushing through them, we heard the noise again. This time, it was even louder and sounded like it was closer.

Then we saw the source of the noise.

A large zombie horde was breaking out of the vegetating subway train heading towards Embarcadero. I pulled out my gun, and fiddled with the safety before popping off a few shots. About 5 zombies hit the ground, tripping a group of 20 in the process. Michelle began to fire rapidly, looking incredibly stressed and scared at the same time. Alyx ran at the horde with the putter, smacking several zombies across the head, while Darx was at batting practice, knocking off the heads of several zombies.

About 10 minutes later, we had cleaned out the horde, leaving the station littered with bodies, some decapitated. I walked towards the platform and above the trains, looking for the vent that led to the parking garage. I eventually found it, grate wide open.

"Hey guys, I found the vent!"

The three of them walked over, and looked up.

"How the hell would we get up there? Fly?" Darx retorted.

"We could climb on top of the subway train." Michelle suggested.

"Good idea. We should start looking for things to stack to get up onto the top of the train." I said, before walking off to find some suitcases to stack.


It had taken us over an hour just to find enough suitcases to make it to the roof of the train. We had climbed, and were now standing on the roof of the train, looking at the vent. It was still another 7 feet above us.

"Are we going to have to stack again?"

"Looks that way." Alyx answered, walking over to grab some of the luggage off the stack. I joined him, and brought back some of the taller bags.

As we stacked the bags back up, Michelle heard another horde coming. "You guys better hurry up."

Me and Alyx scrambled to stack the bags, and as soon as they were fit for climbing, we practically flew up the stack, Michelle and Darx behind us.

Soon after making it into the garage, we heard the horde fighting to get through the the vent. I quickly closed the grate and pinned it down with a nearby box.

We all gazed at the variety of cars around the garage, wondering which one we should take.

"So many choices." Michelle muttered under her breath.

"We have to find one with gas in it, and one that still actually works, so let's get on it. Chop chop!"



Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 03:58 PM
Status: Tired, dirty
Health: 97/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (17 - 161)
- S&W .40 ammunition (Currently in use.)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit

Notes:
- Note about "Ryan"

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[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?)

 I started looking for a working car. Something caught my eye. It was a Humvee with the keys inside. I checked the gas, it was full. I turned the car on to see if it worked. Luckily it did.

"Guys I found a working car" I yelled. "I call shotgun!" I said climbing into the shotgun.

• 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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(ignore the unneeded [/list], it wont go away)

[Donro98]

Name: Darx
Location:   San Francisco, California, United States -   Status:     Health: 100/100
Inventory: Backpack, sandwich, water, mellow yellow, and my baseball bat
 "Damnit, check the back seat, haven't you seen Zombieland?"
I open the door, and as expected a zombie jumps at me. Luckily, my baseball bat gets it before it can do serious harm, but it 
did get me. "forget." On the body however something catches my eye. "Is that.. Why yes it is!" I pick up the small berreta and laugh. Unfortunately there are only 2 magazines (one in it, one on the body.) I hop in the back.
Name: Darx
Location:   San Francisco, California, United States -   Status:     Health: 90/100
Inventory: Backpack, sandwich, water, mellow yellow, and my baseball bat Berreta 9 mil, 2 magazines.

[John Freeman]

-snip-

Well, that movie should of helped me *Facepalm*
Time to watch it again

[Joffrey]

• Name: Hank Philip
• Location: San Francisco, California - 3:27 PM

• Status: Drowsy
• Health: 95/100
• Inventory:

          - Aluminum bat (In use)
          - 1 load of bread
          - 3 slices of ham


*Crash!*

I suddenly woke up, only to dreadfully, painful headache. I slowly got up and fumbled my way to the medicine cabinet. I opened it up, and the grabbed the bottle of painkillers. I walked to the kitchen sink, poured me a glass of water, and drank down a couple of pills to ease the headache. As I looked out the window, my suspicions were confirmed. I had missed the evacuation.  When I was finished, I heard a loud noise in the room across from mine. I silently grabbed my bat and crept towards the room across from mine. Tightly clenching the bat with my left hand, I slowly opened the door. I gasped in horror at what I saw.

A zombie.

It was the most disgusting thing you ever saw. Judging from what I saw, they feel nothing. As stared at it, I saw limbs missing, large, bloody gashes and chunks of flesh gone. It was also strangely, pale green. But that’s only half of it. As I looked at the zombie, I saw that it was slumped over, feasting on the remains of its victim.

Anyway, after I had gasped, it sharply turned its head toward me. Apparently, he heard me gasp, and in a split second, was charging toward me! Seeing this, I quickly clenched the bat with both hands and swung at the creature.

*Thunk! Crack!*

I had hit the creatures head, thus decapitating it. I then looked down, only to see its decapitated body lying before me in a pool of blood. As I pulled myself away from the horrid scene, I started to check the room for anything useful to me. I was about half around the room when I noticed a small, locked chest. Too lazy to find the key, I took my bat and used it to break the lock. I opened it and quickly noticed what looked like an old .45 Automatic, still in great shape. I concluded that the victim must’ve been a retired army official. As I stuffed the pistol in my pocket, I saw two clips. A closer inspection revealed that they were both fully loaded, ten shots each.

I then went back to my apartment and loaded a backpack of stuff I needed. As I was walking out the door, I turned and stared into my apartment, dreaming of the life I once had. I walked down the stairs, and noticed walls stained with blood. I walked out the door and gazed upon San Francisco. It looked like a scene right out of the movies. Rubble was everywhere, almost everything was on fire, crashed cars here and there. But the worst part was… I was alone.

• Name: Hank Philip
• Location: San Francisco, California - 3:27 PM

• Status: Drowsy
• Health: 95/100
• Inventory:

          - Aluminum bat (In use)
          - 1 load of bread
          - 3 slices of ham
          - .45 Colt
          - 9x19mm Rounds (20)

[Lil D]

-snip-

You got a few ammo and gun issues there, my friend.

The .45 needs to have .45 shells.  Also, assuming you're using a Colt M1911, since you said Army officer,  those mags hold 7 rounds each.

Not trying to be an ass, just trying to help.

[Kochieboy]

Name: Lt. Jamie Miller
Location: Annapolis, Maryland 6:28 pm EST
Status: Confident  
Health: 100/100
Inventory: Large Backpack, Combat Knife, Flashlight w/ batteries (x2), 6 pack of water bottles, 9mm pistol, 9mm magazines (3x).


"There, the coordinates are in". I start up the engine and begin to steer the boat around to the south. Hmm... I'm starting to get hungry.


Name: Lt. Jamie Miller
Location: Annapolis, Maryland (Off shore)
Status: Confident, Hungry  
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.

[The Big Bad Jellyfish]

Name: Jeller Fisher
Location: California,San Fransico,Wilderness,Shack 6:43 PM
Status: Confused
Health: 100/100
Inventory: Nothing
_____________________________ _____________________________ ___________
Jeller Fisher woke up in a broken up shack in the wilderness, he thinks to his self "Where Am I? All I remember is something apocalypse..." Jeller fish looks around the shack finding Baseball bat, 10 uncooked bacon, 3 bottles of water, 1 key to a shack.
_____________________________ _____________________________ ___________
Name: Jeller Fisher
Location: California,San Fransico,Wilderness,Shack
Status: Confused
Health: 100/100
Inventory: Baseball bat, 10 uncooked bacon, 3 bottles of water, 1 key to a shack.

[Comatose]

I'll post sometime this week. I'm really busy.

[BladeOfTheHorizon]

• Name: Richard Fuller
  
• Age: 13
  
• Location
      Country: The United States of America
      State: California
      City/Town: Sacramento
      Area: Sutter's Fort
  
• Status: Curious
  
• Health: 100/100
  
• Inventory
      Weapons: Swiss Army Knife (Large Tinker Edition)
      Clothing: White Dress Shirt, Navy Blue Cardigan, Tan Dress Pants, Black Volcom Messenger Bag
      Food/Drink: Aquafina 12 oz. Water Bottle, 2 Cans of Campbell's Spicy Gumbo
  Sutter's fort. I had my 5th grade field trip here. I remember when we had to dress like 1800's-style pioneers, and we lived a 1800's pioneer life. Now it's a hub for refugees all around Sacramento.
  
  Every time I wake up, I explored the fort as if I had never been there before. It keeps my mind off of zombies and the apocalypse. I walked to the blacksmith's shop. It was where the weapons and other tools were stored. There weren't any firearms in there, because before the apocalypse, the economic inflation meant that guns were too expensive at the time, so we couldn't prepare. We did, however, have a variety of melee weapons. We had sledgehammers, large hunting knives, and even one two-handed bastard sword. That sword was reserved for whoever was the strongest person at the fort. Although I was one of the smartest, I definitely wasn't among the strongest. I headed towards the kitchen. I saw people outside making butter, and as I entered the kitchen, I could smell the sweetness of the honey on the bread rolls they were making. One of the ladies there handed me one. I hesitated to try it, because I knew that I had eaten just earlier, and I wouldn't want to eat it until I actually became hungry. I took a tiny lick of the honey. It was delicious, although it wasn't that sweet.
  
• Name: Richard Fuller
  
• Age: 13
  
• Location
      Country: The United States of America
      State: California
      City/Town: Sacramento
      Area: Sutter's Fort
  
• Status: Happy
  
• Health: 100/100
  
• Inventory
      Weapons: Swiss Army Knife (Large Tinker Edition)
      Clothing: White Dress Shirt, Navy Blue Cardigan, Tan Dress Pants, Black Volcom Messenger Bag
      Food/Drink: Aquafina 12 oz. Water Bottle, 2 Cans of Campbell's Spicy Gumbo, Honey-Smothered Bread Roll

[Comatose]

Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: San Francisco Int'l Airport, California, United States - 04:06 PM
Status: Tired, dirty
Health: 97/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (17 - 161)
- S&W .40 ammunition (Currently in use.)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit

Notes:
- Note about "Ryan"


I ran towards the van after Darx was attacked and helped him up.

"You okay?" I asked, as I brushed the dust off of him.

"I'm fine."


He hops in the back of the van, and I look back at Michelle who was still looking at cars. "You coming?"

They look up and Michelle exclaims, "Oh, you found a Humvee!"

"It was Alyx's doing."

She walked over and climbed in the back. I then went over to the front passenger side of the humvee, and knocked on the window. Alyx rolled down the window, and chuckled. "I've always wanted to drive one of these things."

"You can if you want. The real question is if you can get it started."

"I can try. Let me fiddle with these wires under the steering wheel..." His voice faded off as I heard clicking from inside the cabin, not knowing if that was bad.

"Are you okay in there?"

"Yep!" He exclaimed, after which the humvee turned on shortly after.

"Great, you got it working. Let's get out of here."

"There's just one thing. The gate, Nate."


He pointed towards the entrance of the parking garage, to the locked gate. I pondered for a minute, then looked back at him.

"I'll be right back."

I walked towards the booth with the switch that operated the gate, and looked at the door. It was locked tight with a padlock. I tried the door after shooting off the padlock, and found it still locked. I walked over to the window facing the gate, and cupped my hands to the glass.

What I saw was horrifying. A man wearing a formal uniform, presumably the booth operator, hung from a fan inside the booth by his tie. His body hung limply, his eyes rolled back into his head. I recoiled, disgusted, and shot the window twice, before elbowng the glass. The window shattered, and I crawled inside.

The booth was incredibly dark and dank. Blood and writing was on the walls, much of the writing tally marks of how long he had been there. There were 11 groups of 5 tally marks each. Scattered around the booth, were also empty packages of food and drink. Salisbury steak boxes, rotten meatloaf in a cantina container, White Castle cheeseburger wrappers, and Diet Coke bottles sat in various places on the floor. I looked back up at the man.

He looked about 25, and had glasses. His tongue hung limply from his mouth. I felt sorry for him, and shot the tie. He fell to the ground. I kneeled down and closed his eyes manually, pulling his eyelids down. I sat his hands over his chest, and let him rest peacefully. He was lucky he didn't have to witness the horrors of the world anymore.

I diverted my attention to the switch that operated the gate. I flipped it, and watched as the gate retracted, clearing a path for the humvee. I jumped out the window of the booth, and ran towards the van at high speed. Alyx was sitting in the driver seat, and I jumped in shotgun.

"Drive, god dammit, drive!"

The tires of the humvee screeched as we practically flew out of the parking garage. I looked back at Michelle and Darx. She was looking out the window, and he was cleaning his Beretta.

I diverted my view past them, and looked out the back window. I could make out the small outline of a motorcycle.

And it was loving MOVING.

"forget."

"What is it, Nathan?" Michelle was startled and sat up.

"There's a motorcycle following us a couple blocks back."

Darx looked up at me. "What."

I looked at Alyx. "Drive faster, Alyx."

"You got it, Nate." He pushed down on the gas pedal even harder as I leaned out the window and pulled out my P99.

I began to indiscriminately fire at the motorcycle and saw the driver swerve to dodge the bullets. I continued firing, as Alyx drove us to the airport. Hopefully I would get rid of this motorcyclist.


Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: San Francisco Int'l Airport, California, United States - 04:27 PM
Status: Tired, dirty
Health: 97/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (5 - 157)
- 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:     Health: 90/100
Inventory: Backpack,  water, mellow yellow, and my baseball bat Berreta 9 mil, 2 magazines.

"Guys, I have an idea, what is in the trunk?"'
I check the trunk and I find a couple of empty boxes. I throw the empty boxes at him, hoping to knock him off.


Name: Darx
Location:   San Francisco, California, United States -   Status:     Health: 90/100
Inventory: Backpack, sandwich, water, mellow yellow, and my baseball bat Berreta 9 mil, 2 magazines.

[Jairo]

Name: Gordon Schröder
Location: Plainridge, Pennsylvania; 6:27 PM     
Status: Vigilant
Health: 94/100
Inventory:
- Glock 17 9x19mm Parabellum (17 - 35) (In use)
- Woodsman's machete - Condition: Dulled (Holstered to back)
- Three morphine hypodermics (holstered to belt)
- Small walkie-talkie (In pocket)


Day 32 - Activity has diminished in the area. The threat increases, however, everyday. The infection becomes worse and more are taken hostage under its control. I discovered a fallen survivor's own stash and took his machete and medical supplies that were still unused. Going to board up his shelter and stay the night, then move out the next morning and head northward to hopefully gather more supplies. A deficit of food rations has risen, leaving me to navigate to a marketplace and then find a secure location to stay until I can move out with some more survivors.


Name: Gordon Schröder
Location: Plainridge, Pennsylvania; 6:48 PM     
Status: Vigilant
Health: 94/100
Inventory:
- Glock 17 9x19mm Parabellum (17 - 35) (In use)
- Woodsman's machete - Condition: Dulled (Holstered to back)
- Three morphine hypodermics (Holstered to belt)
- Small walkie-talkie (In pocket)

[alexk]

Name: Alex
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 6:33 PM
Status: Thinking
Health: 75/100
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.

_____________________________ _____________________________ __________________________

I decided to make a watch tower to make sure if any survivors will be comming. So i decided to take a look around then i heard an F18. It was rather an army one but it then just hit an building.

CRASH!

The particles radius was near me but luckily it wasnt an explosion. Although i look around and i find nobody until it will be night. Good day to use my AS50. I didnt use it until the explosion...

Bad times.
_____________________________ _____________________________ __________________________

Name: Alex
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 7:21 PM
Status: Looking around.
Health: 100/100
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 - 04:47 PM
Status: Tired, dirty
Health: 97/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (3 - 154)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit

Notes:
- Note about "Ryan"


That motorcycle.

That loving motorcycle.

Alyx was about to enter the departure off-loading zone so we could get out and ditch the humvee. I was still leaning out the window, assessing the situation. The cyclist was swerving, presumably because he assumed I was still firing at him. After realizing the obvious, he sped up. As he sped up, he began to fiddle with a small bag, and pulled out an object. It shimmered in the sun.

It was a knife.

He pulled up next to us, and I got a good view of him. He was wearing a bandana, and had brown hair. He also looked about a year older than me. The boy held the knife clearly in his hand, and was poised to throw it. Except he wasn't aiming it at me. He was aiming at Michelle.

The boy threw the knife, and it hit Michelle in the upper chest. She screamed in pain and fell backward in her seat.

"Motherforgeter!" I yelled, then pulled my P99 back out. The boy's eyes opened wide as I shot him 5 times in the torso. He flew backward onto the road, and laid lifeless. The motorcycle swerved without a driver, and slammed into the back of the humvee, sending us into a fishtail spin. We were up on an elevated roadway, and I heard Alyx scream inaudibly and Darx freaking out as we went over the side of the roadway.

We plunged towards the ground, and time seemed to slow. Darx was tumbling towards the front of the vehicle. Michelle, still managing consciousness, shrieked. Alyx sat wide eyed, and I closed my eyes as the humvee hit the ground.

I heard a loud metallic thump and blacked out.


Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 05:07 PM
Status: Unconscious
Health: ???/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (3 - 154)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit

Notes:
- Note about "Ryan"