Zombie Survival - The Darkest Hour

[Comatose]

Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: San Francisco Int'l Airport, California, United States - 08:58 PM
Status: Startled
Health: 42/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (18 - 153)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit



"I don't trust him, but go ahead and try anyway." Darx answered. He seemed unsure of our plan but willing to try it at the same time.

I nodded at him, then suggested, "I think we should all go to bed. It's about 9:00 PM, according to my watch, and we're all extremely tired. As far as I know, this airport is pretty safe. I think we'll be fine overnight."

Alyx yawned in agreement, and Darx nodded. Michelle did the same.

While they all walked to the gates, I decided to grab a slice of pizza and a plastic cup of water to give to Wylde. He has needs just like us, and I'm not one to let somebody starve to death.

I banged on the door of the restaurant. He was sitting on the floor cleaning his knife, when he looked up at me. "Nice of you to show up."

I slowly unlocked the door, and opened it. I walked inside.

"You and me are going to have a talk. You're going to give the knife to me, and I will give you your food. You are going to tell me why you disappeared the day we saw you running from the mall."

Wylde thought about it a moment, and said no.

"Fine. Just take the food."

I gave him the pizza and water, and walked out of the empty restaurant. I then locked the door again.

I walked towards Michelle's gate. The gate was reserved for a jetBlue flight from Phoenix. It was presumed that it hadn't arrived the time of the infection, as the very dim screen glowed 'Delayed; Departure time now 5:25 PM'.

Michelle was sitting by the window looking up at the stars. I sat down next to her.

"Nathan, do you ever wonder if somewhere out there, somebody you know is still alive and not some mindless flesh eater?" She asked inquisitively.

"All the time, Michelle. All the time."

She looked at me. "Who?"

"My parents." Michelle turned to face me. "The same with me." She smiled.

I smiled back. I stood up and said goodnight before walking to gate A3, the gate for the American Airlines flight to Miami.

I settled onto a row of chairs, and fell asleep almost immediately.



Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: San Francisco Int'l Airport, California, United States - 09:05 PM
Status: Sleeping
Health: 42/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (18 - 153)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit

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[Donro98]

Name: Darx
Location:   San Francisco, California, United States -   Status:     Health: 60/100
Inventory: Backpack, sandwich,3 mellow yellow, and my baseball bat Berrata 9MIL 9MIL AMMO

I couldn't sleep. At all. I went and ate some pizza.
Then I saw it, at the doors banging vigorously, was my ravaged girlfriend. Any chance of seeing her was gone, and I cried. I hadn't cried in a long time, not since my mother died. She was the only one out there, and I let her in. She ran straight at me, and I hit her.
In the face.
She fell lifelessly, and I sat there. Crying.

Name: Darx
Location:   San Francisco, California, United States -   Status:     Health: 680/100
Inventory: Backpack, sandwich,3 mellow yellow, and my baseball bat Berrata 9MIL 9MIL AMMO

[John Freeman]

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• Name: Alyx Wild
• Location:San Fransico, California, United States
• Status: Tired
• Health: 73/100
• Inventory:-Bare hands
  -Putter
  -Luger 6-0

I sat and watched Darx cry. I new the feeling of loosing someone close. But not like that. I laid down on a row of chairs, trying to fall asleep. Eventually I fell asleep, half off the chairs.

• Name: Alyx Wild
• Location:San Fransico, California, United States
• Status: Asleep
• 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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[ghost_man]

Name: Jay Impressionante
Location: Hiding in a building.     Status: Scared     Health: 20/100
Inventory:  Raw Steak, Butterfly Knife, Slingshot, DS, Soda.

[Grodus]

Name: Jacub Zaktek
Location: Hampton, Florida
Status: Fatigued, agitated.
Health: 80/100
Inventory: 1x Rusty frying pan, 1x apple, 1x un-opened beef soup - filled can, Bear grills tinderstick (WHICH IS A REAL PRODUCT), 2x granola bars, half empty water bottle, Tattered journal.

I knew this day would come.
The feds always held this kind of stuff back, I don't know why. we would have been more prepared, if it werent for them. Oh well, now it's here. Me, running from a zombie, all I have for a weapon is an old pan I used to fry eggs with.
I wish I could replay time.

[Grodus]

Jacub hears a moan and readies his frying pan, but doesnt try going towards where the moaning sound is.

[alexk]

Name: Alex
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 10:00 PM
Status: Searches around.
Health: 50/100
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 feel i am controlled. I went out and spotted that most survivors are sleeping. I close the door. And then after a second...

I see strange things now. I feel that somewon put on me a drug or alcochol to my body. Ugh. I dont feel good. I then start getting dizzy. I am drunk from something. I thought and then i fallen down on the floor , hitting on the floor on my head.
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Name: Alex
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 10:10 PM
Status: Unconcious.
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
- 3 Medpacks filled with Pain pills , bandages.

[Grodus]

Location: North Hampton, Florida
Status: Exhausted
Health: 90/100
Inventory: 1x Rusty frying pan,  1x un-opened beef soup - filled can, Bear grills tinderstick (WHICH IS A REAL PRODUCT), 1x granola bars, almost empty water bottle, tattered journal, old pencil.

Jacub writes in his journal a bit with anold pencil he found in a building a couple of blocks back.

"I've gotten pretty far, maybe 20 miles. Three days without sleeping, just.. running. My supplies will only last a few more days, hopefully I'll find shelter and food by then... Hopefully...
 

[Lil D]

NAME: John Doe
LOCATION: San Francisco, CA, USA-9:13 PM, day 4
STATUS: Sleeping
HEALTH: 81/100
INVENTORY: Hands-
                     Backpack- $254, Medkit, Beretta M9(10-15), and a kitchen knife

I woke up crying.  All I could remember from my dream was having to kill my parents because they had been turned into zombies.  That would be one occurrence in my life that I would have to relive through dreams until I died.  I quickly pulled myself together and found that the stranger was gone and everyone else was asleep.

I pondered how we would escape.  Planes can't fly forever, and what if the airports we land at to refuel have been drained or the pumps just don't work?  The plane would also require regular maintenance of things like oil changes and antifreeze.  I hoped we would  choose something small.  This whole plan of going to Germany was full of holes, but that is something the group can discuss in the morning.  Right now, its time to get a little more sleep.

I loaded my M9 and held it in my hand with the safety on just in case I needed it at a moments notice, and went back to sleep.

Location:San Francisco, CA, USA-9:18 PM, day 4
STATUS: Sleeping
HEALTH: 81/100
INVENTORY: Hands-Beretta M9(10-15)
                    Backpack- $254, a Medkit, an empty water bottle and a kitchen knife

[BladeOfTheHorizon]

• Name: Richard Fuller
  
• Age: 13
  
• Location
      Country: The United States of America
      State: California
      City/Town: San Francisco
      Area: Suburban Bay Area
  
• Status: Confused/Lost
  
• 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
  I was lost. After the long trip to the Bay Area, I was sent to scavenge for supplies in the nearby cars, and by the time I had came back, everyone was gone. There was no sign of death or anything; they literally must have vanished into mid air. I got scared; but with the world the way it is now, it wouldn't have done me good. I built up a little gumption and advanced into the city.
  
  I walked the lone, desolate streets of what used to be the lively San Francisco. I walked far, searching buildings for any means of defending myself besides my Tinker Knife. Luckily, I had come across a gun store (no wonder the suburbs could get so violent around here) that had been mostly scavenged. I pulled together the scraps: a Beretta Px4 Storm and a box of thirty 9mm rounds. 'Not Much... but it'll have to do' I had thought to myself. Although I had knowledge on how to load and fire the handgun, I had no proper knowledge on how to clean it. Maybe if I come across some hardened survivors, they'll teach me how to run with the pack.
  
  It was getting late. I had not encountered any zeds, but there were some bodies rotting away on the blocks. I felt like crying, but again, I knew that wouldn't help me find my group, so I pulled myself together and kept traveling the metropolitan wastes. Eventually, I came across a large airport with an extremely complex futuristic-looking parking lot. I saw faint lights inside; I figured other breathing, living things with functioning minds that aren't cannibalistic zombies might be in there. I ventured inside cautiously; my parents had told me of rogue survivors that would live of off killing lone, innocent survivors and taking their supplies. I opened a door to one of the bars; the wooden, unoiled door creaked loudly at first, so I took it slow and easy. I saw people inside sleeping, and I was relieved but also afraid at the same time; I thought to myself, 'what if they're "rogue survivors?" Maybe they'll take me in, maybe they won't.'
  
  I closed the door quietly and found a little space behind the counter to rest; hopefully they don't notice I'm a stranger...
  
• Name: Richard Fuller
  
• Age: 13
  
• Location
      Country: The United States of America
      State: California
      City/Town: San Francisco
      Area: Surburban Bay Area
  
• Status: Relieved/Afraid
  
• Health: 100/100
  
• Inventory
      Weapons: Swiss Army Knife (Large Tinker Edition), Beretta Px4 Storm 10/20
      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

[alexk]

Name: Alex
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 6:00 AM
Status: Searches around.
Health: 64/100
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 woke up at 6:00 AM. Geez im tired as hell. Also i went out of the room. I saw them still sleeping. So i decided to polish my knife and waituntil they wake up.
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Name: Alex
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 6:10 AM
Status: Unconcious.
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.

[Lil D]

Come on guys, put the AM/PM time somewhere in your stats.  It really helps us connect our stories better.

NAME: John Doe
LOCATION: San Francisco, CA, USA-6:43 PM, day 5
STATUS: Sleeping
HEALTH: 83/100
INVENTORY: Hands- Beretta M9(10-15)
                     Backpack- $254, Medkit, an empty water bottle, and a kitchen knife

I wake up before everyone else and eat a piece of bread.  I feel a little thirsty so I drink some water.  Now that the sun is up it should be safer.  I walk around the stores and find the one this "Wylde" guy is in.  Predictably, he is still asleep.

I have this constant feeling that I'm being watched.  I shrug it off as paranoia, because the last thing i need to do is panic.  I head back to the guys and look out for anything of importance.

Location:San Francisco, CA, USA-6:47 PM, day 5
STATUS: Awake, alert
HEALTH: 83/100
INVENTORY: Hands-Beretta M9(10-15)
                    Backpack- $254, a Medkit, an empty water bottle and a kitchen knife

[Comatose]

I promise to post later.

[alexk]

Name: Alex
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 7:00 AM
Status: Searches around.
Health: 64/100
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 kept quiet and looking outside the window. There is no Planes. There is only one helicopter left that i spotted at the roof. It better still work. I stand up and walk to these people.

"There are sadly no planes for us to go to Germany, Except there is one way to Germany which is using a helicopter."

They looked worried like they dont trust me and i then heard a crash sound. I take my Glock 18 and look around.

"Somewon's spying us..."
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Name: Alex
Location: San Francisco, California, United States - 6:10 AM
Status: Unconcious.
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.

[Comatose]

Just no, alex. Next time you post something related you finding us, you're saying good bye to your kneecaps.