Zombie Survival - The Darkest Hour

[alexk]

Name: Alex
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 8:21 PM
Status: Reparing.
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.

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I decided to do last touches to the helicopter. I noticed a little explosion. I decided to check it out inside the Airport. I went back to my barricade and started to notice that the note wasnt left. So i decided to gather some fuel for the flight. It will take 1 day to get there. Long way.
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Name: Alex
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 9:21 PM
Status: Bring fuel to helicopter.
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.

[Ad Bot]

[Comatose]

I think I might actually start Michelle as a real character with a character sheet. What do you guys think?

[Donro98]

I think I might actually start Michelle as a real character with a character sheet. What do you guys think?

It would be sort of useless, if you don't she has an air of mystery to her.

[Comatose]

Good point. I'll post something when I get home.

[FireFish]

    Name: Kevin Simms
    Location: Bristol, CT
    Status: Tired
    Health: 100/100
    Inventory: Dark Blue Nike Backpack
- Lead Pipe
-Small First Aid Kit
-Bag of Fritos (Chili Cheese)
-2 Bottles of Water
-2 Bottles of Dr. Pepper
As I walked up the small hill upon the skate park, I could smell the bodies. I looked to my right and saw a man who hung himself from a swing set. I shuddered and looked straight ahead. I looked over the top of the quarterpipe at the skate park. There was a BMX bike sitting at the bottom of the quarter pipe. I picked it up and hopped on, putting my lead pipe in my backpack. To ESPN it is.
   Name: Kevin Simms
    Location: Bristol, CT
    Status: Going to ESPN
    Health: 100/100
    Inventory: Dark Blue Nike Backpack
- Lead Pipe
-Small First Aid Kit
-Bag of Fritos (Chili Cheese)
-2 Bottles of Water
-2 Bottles of Dr. Pepper

BMX Bike

[Gravity Cat]

Name: Nathan
Location: Somewhere near the German-Austrian border - 10:35 PM
Status: Lost
Health: 95/100
Inventory:
- Backpack
- H&K G36 (~75 rounds left)
- H&K G8 (45 rounds left)
- Flashlight, knife, some first aid stuff and water


They know it's dangerous at night. But nooo, Jack said we must. And it can't wait. Okay so, rougly an hour ago Jack dragged me and some other people to the next town to stock up... everything. Damn, we already have more than enough supplies for another month, if not two. When we arrived in town there was nothing out of the ordinary, just the occasional zombie. They attacked us when we left a building. A group of twenty or thirty zombies took us by suprise and we got separated. I fled into the woods. After killing my pursuers I climbed on a tree and waited.

From time to time small groups of zombies pass by from the south. My guess is that this was just another travelling group, and we were at the wrong place to the wrong time. It's over a half hour ago that we got attacked. For me it's time to find my way back to the town. Five minutes ago Pascal informed me over his status. He only has a few cuts and bruises.


Name: Nathan
Location: Small town near German-Austrian border - 11:02 PM
Status: Returning to hide-out
Health: 95/100
Inventory:
- Backpack
- H&K G36 (~75 rounds left)
- H&K G8 (45 rounds left)
- Flashlight, knife, some first aid stuff and water

[Comatose]

Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 08:24 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


I slowly opened my eyes.

"Am I alive, or is heaven an airport?" I rasped, rubbing the side of my head. I was laying at gate A3, the screen displaying that the American Airlines flight to Miami was cancelled. I sat up.

My left leg hurt something fierce. I winced, then looked around. Michelle was softly crying by a bathroom. She looked really upset, and I redirected my gaze. Down at the other edge of the terminal, I spotted Alyx, and Darx was nowhere to be found. I then looked down at my leg.

It was wrapped in a lot of gauze, giving the idea that it was broken. I got up, and tried to stand, to no avail. I fell to the floor, and spotted some crutches leaning on a row of seats. I crawled over, and used them to pull myself up. I got my bearings, and began to move over to Michelle.

She was whimpering softly as I walked over, unaware of my presence. "You alright?" I asked very softly.

Michelle looked up, then got to her feet and embraced me. "Don't do that, ever again." She whispered, before kissing me. She pulled away, then smiled at me.

"Do you know how bad my injuries are?"

"From what Darx told me, your left leg is sprained, and you have a concussion. That's all he said."

I nodded, then looked behind me at the tarmac. Planes sat stagnant and empty. One appeared like it was leaking fuel.

"Well, we're here. When are we leaving for Ger-"

She cut me off as she turned me around and kissed me again. I could feel tears falling onto my shoulder, and I heard her whimper softly. I pulled away slowly. "It's okay, Michelle. I'll be fine. Don't cry."

She nodded as tears streamed down her face, then wiped them away. She sat back down, and I sat down next to her, looking out onto the tarmac. I looked at her.

"Where's Darx?"

She pointed down the corridor, to gate A6. "He's resting. He was convinced he had you stabilized."

I nodded slowly, then looked back out at the tarmac. Michelle leaned her head onto my shoulder.

What a mess I've been through.


Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 08:32 PM
Status: Calm
Health: 42/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (3 - 154)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit

[Blaze0]

• Name: Kurt Wylde
• Location: San Fransisco, California
• Status: Curious
• 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.

They ignore the sound and I park my cycle. I crawl down and sneak inside. I peer around a corner and see two figures. A male, in crutches and heavily bandages, looking over a female, who appears hurt as well. They don't appear to be any harm, so I approach them.
"Careful! Don't shoot! I mean no harm!" I say as they look in my direction and fumble for weapons.

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

[FireFish]

Name: Kevin Simms
    Location: Bristol, CT
    Status: Riding a bike
    Health: 100/100
    Inventory: Dark Blue Nike Backpack
- Lead Pipe
-Small First Aid Kit
-Bag of Fritos (Chili Cheese)
-2 Bottles of Water
-2 Bottles of Dr. Pepper

BMX Bike
As I go down the quarter pipe, I look around at my desolate surroundings. The gleeful cries of children are now replaced with cries of pain, gunshots, or moaning of one of the infected. Bodies lying dead on the playground, or in the skate park. Even the pool, the water dyed a dark red color, had a few corpses in it, floating around and being picked by flies. I tried to pedal faster, away from this place. I hit a ramp on my way out, remembering what it was like to go through the air on a bike or skateboard, remembering of a better time. I pedaled out of the parking lot to the street, where there were several abandoned cars, which had been raided. The town had done a pretty good job defending itself, but there were still many zombies. They set up safe zones throughout the city, where the lucky people claimed a house. The rest either were homeless, or set up small shacks and larger communes. The only problem was, this area is damn far from a safe zone.

I approached the convenience store that I frequented during my visits to the skate park. I left my bike outside and walked inside. The shelves we pretty much cleaned off except for a few packs of cigarettes and some sugar wafers. I took them and put them in my bag. I got on my bike and headed off toward safe zone 2-C which was more or less a slum built on the old park. After I sold this stuff, I would go to ESPN.

Name: Kevin Simms
    Location: Bristol, CT
    Status: Going to Safe Zone 2-C
    Health: 100/100
    Inventory: Dark Blue Nike Backpack
-Lead Pipe
-Small First Aid Kit
-Bag of Fritos (Chili Cheese)
-2 Bottles of Water
-2 Bottles of Dr. Pepper
-3 Packs of Cigarettes
-1 Pack of Sugar Wafers

BMX Bike

[Lil D]

NAME: John Doe
LOCATION: San Francisco, CA, USA-8:43 PM, day 4
STATUS: Calm, alert
HEALTH: 79/100
INVENTORY: Hands- Beretta M9(15-15)
                    Backpack- Medkit, and a kitchen knife

I decided to walk around the terminal.  There might be some food in the various restaraunts that line the edge of the walkway.  It's quite dark, so I take out my flashlight.

Big mistake.

As soon as I turn on the light, five zombies feasting on a dead Chic-fil-a cashier tturn towards me.  "stuff, stuff stuff stuff!" I screamed.  Luckily I was very good with handguns.

Five shots rang out, five zombies fell dead from headshots.  I sweep the area and cautiously approach an Italian restaraunt. I look at the food trays that normally hold bread and pastries.  Unsurprisingly, they are all empty.  I slowly walk into the kitchen.  Once I'm sure it's clear, I open up the refridgerator, that strangely has power.  I almost faint at what I see.

Pizza.  Oh. My. God.  FIVE BOXES of pizza.  Next to that, three loaves of bread.  AND two gallons of water.  All the food is cold, but it's cooked.  Just being kept fresh.  Besides, right now, a can of Vienna sausages could be considered a delicacy.  I stuff two boxes of pizza and the water in my backpack, along with the bread.  I carry the other three boxes under my arm.

I walk back where Nathan and Michelle are.  They are talking, and Michelle is kissing him.  Thats when I start to feel like a piece of crap.  I didn't want to interrupt or anything, but they see me first.  "Sorry guys... I got pizza."  Nathan needs to eat if that leg is going to heal.

Location:San Francisco, CA, USA-8:47 PM, day 4
STATUS: Happy, overwhelmed, embarrassed
HEALTH: 79/100
INVENTORY: Hands- Beretta      M9(10-15)  3 large boxes of pizza
                    Backpack- Medkit,  an empty water bottle, three loaves of bread, two large boxes of pizza, two gallons of water,and a kitchen knife

[Comatose]

Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 08:35 PM
Status: Startled
Health: 42/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (3 - 154)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit


"Hey, uh.. sorry guys, but I got pizza." John looked embarrassed, as if he was interrupting a moment.

"Oh, no, It's okay John. Come over here."

He brought the pizza over and set it down on the floor. I opened the box, and gave him a piece. "Thanks."

He nodded at me, and flashed me a thumbs up as he walked off. After he walked off, I heard footsteps. Except they weren't coming from where John just went.

They're coming from the escalator.

A young guy was walking down the escalator, observing his surroundings. He then noticed us as he stepped off the escalator. "Careful! Don't shoot! I mean no harm!" Michelle began to fumble with her pistol, while I looked intently at him. I had seen him before.

It was the mysterious person from the mall.

"Who the hell are you, and how did you get in here?" Michelle fumed. "All the entrances are barricaded."

Mall guy refused to answer, but put his hands up instead.

Michelle took off the safety on her gun and roostered it.

"I'll ask you again. Who are you, and how did you get into the terminal?"

"My name is Kurt Wylde. I've been trailing the group of you for 2 to 3 days now."

I chimed in. "Why? Of what importance are we to you?"

"I'll tell you if you tell your girlfriend to put her gun down."


Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 08:47 PM
Status: Startled
Health: 42/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (3 - 154)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit

[alexk]

Name: Alex
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 8:47 PM
Status: Returning
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.

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While i was returning. I spotted something wierd. But i ignored it. I decided to go to the helicopter.
Until i noticed a flashing light. It was a trap.

(Insert Giant explosion here setting a sound radius : 1000m)
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Name: Alex
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 8:50 PM
Status: Almost dead , Unconcious
Health: 9/100
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.

[Donro98]

Name: Darx
Location:   San Francisco, California, United States -   Status:     Health: 60/100
Inventory: Backpack, sandwich,mellow yellow, and my baseball bat
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I wake up to the sound of Michelle pointing her gun at a stranger.
"Michelle, put your gun down, and give my gun and ammo back."
She does, and I proceed to say hello.
"Hey Nathan, I see you made it out okay. Stranger, what's your name?"
"Kurt Wlyde, whats yours?"
"Nothing important. Nathan, what do you want to do with him?"

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Name: Darx
Location:   San Francisco, California, United States -   Status:     Health: 80/100
Inventory: Backpack, sandwich,mellow yellow, and my baseball bat, berreta, 9 mil magazines.

[Lil D]

NAME: John Doe
LOCATION: San Francisco, CA, USA-8:47 PM, day 4
STATUS: Calm, alert
HEALTH: 79/100
INVENTORY: Hands- Beretta M9(15-15), a slice of pizza
                    Backpack- Medkit, and a kitchen knife

I set down the food and Nathan handed me a slice of pizza.  "Thanks"  I said.  I decided to go and look around to make sure the terminal was clear.

I headed to the west wing of the terminal and was relieved to find that it still had power.  This would make zombie hunting a lot easier.  I walked around for a bit and checked in the cash registers.  after checking five stores, I had collected two hundred and fifty four dollars.  With the world in the shape it is in now, I don't think this could be considered theft.  Besides, the owner was probably dead or a zombie anyway.  All I had to do was find a use for this cash.

I was walking past the entrance to the hallway I had just used to get to the west wing, when I heard screaming.Instinctively I reacted  and I sprinted down the hallway.

The survivors I had connected with might be in trouble, and I hadn't even had a proper introduction yet.

Location:San Francisco, CA, USA-8:49 PM, day 4
STATUS: Calm, alert
HEALTH: 79/100
INVENTORY: Hands- Beretta M9(10-15)
                    Backpack- $254, a Medkit,  an empty water bottle and a kitchen knife

[Blaze0]

• Name: Kurt Wylde
• Location: San Fransisco, California
• Status: Nervous
• 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.

"Please, put the weapons down." I pleaded. I explained to them my story. How I escaped from the hoard and followed them.
"I could be a valuable asset on your team. I'm great with a knife, I can ride a motorcycle like nobody's business, and I'm great with electronics, from computer hacking to restoring a building's back-up generator."
They appeared to be thinking it over, as the girl lowers her gun.

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