Zombie Survival - The Darkest Hour

[Comatose]

Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: San Francisco Int'l Airport, California, United States - 09:02 AM
Status: Well-rested
Health: 89/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (18 - 153)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit
-Zip tie


As Alyx and I walked back to the terminal, Darx came walking up. We greeted him, and he asked, "You guys okay? I heard shots fired."

"Yeah, Darx. Just a little incident on the plane over there." I pointed back to it with my thumb.

"Are we going to be able to make it to Germany on that thing?"

"We should. I might have to stop for fuel in New York or something. We'll play it by ear." I shrugged.

Darx nodded, told us he was going to get a good look at the plane, and walked off. We ventured back into the terminal, and found Michelle leaning against a wall, eating a slice of pizza. She heard us come in. "Hey guys, morning."

"Morning." We said simultaneously, walking over to get slices of ourselves. Alyx got his slice, and walked off to his gate. "See ya, guys." Me and Michelle stood alone, leaning on the wall.

"You guys found a plane?" I nodded, and we highfived.

"All gassed up and ready to go when everybody is ready."

"What about that Wylde guy?"

I pulled a zip tie from my pocket. "We shouldn't have a problem with him."

She laughed, and finished her pizza. I grabbed another slice to give to Wylde. I walked over to the empty restaurant, and found him twiddling his thumbs. I pounded on the door once more, and he looked up. "I'm still not telling you anything."

"I don't give a damn, Kurt. Just come get the food." I unlocked the door, slipped the plate in, and locked it once more. I walked off back to Michelle.

"Hey, Darx just came by. He said everybody is ready to go. Only Wylde needs to get on board."

"If he doesn't, I'll just leave him here to fend for himself. We don't need to take him with us."

She began mothering me. "Nate..."

"Alright, alright." I walked back over to the restaurant, and tapped on the glass again. "What the hell do you want? I'm eating."

"You're getting on the loving airplane. Let's go." I unlocked the door, and walked in. I strode up to him, restrained him, and closed the zip tie around his wrists, before leading him right out the door.

I walked past Michelle. "Tell Darx we're ready." She nodded at me, and walked in the opposite direction while I walked down to the tarmac.


The plane was fully loaded by around 9:45, and I was up in the roosterpit, making final preparations. I spoke into the radio, "Crosscheck."

Alyx's voice barked back over the radio. "1L. We're ready to go, Nate."

I accessed the GPS, and marked our location, making our flight time about 17 hours.

"17 hours, guys. Are you ready?" I got uniform replies from everyone, and pushed the throttle up to max as we sped down the runway. The jet slowly lifted itself off the ground, into the blue, open sky.

Darx's voice crackled to life. "You're clear of the runway. Put up the gear." I acknowledged, and pulled up the landing gear. I then set the flaps to level, and leveled off the aircraft. Before moving into the cabin, I checked the fuel gauge, and turned on auto-pilot. After doing so, I walked into the cabin, and settled in.

It was going to be a long flight.


Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: CA Airspace - 09:54 AM
Status: Well-rested
Health: 89/100
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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[alexk]

Name: Alex
Location: New York , NYC , US - 10:20 AM
Status: Serious
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.

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I Landed in the New York Airport. I see only destroyed planes , And barriers with BioHazzard and a Army tent. I though for a second and then i spotted that THERE are no Gas , Fuel or Oil. The only thing we can go is using a boat. And before i started to search for a Strong Vehicle. The ground started to move. An EARTHQUAKE or a building is collapsing. I looked at the north and 2 buildings where collapsing. They were in front of me but im fine. I go search for a humvee or something and then set out to the port. I Found a Humvee and i set some things to help other people. I Started driving and then i spotted a HIGHLY protected area. I drive up to them and they are very familiar. I stop and go out. Take out my M16 and then i spotted that Its my friend! Dear god.
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Name: Alex
Location:  - 10:50 AM
Status: Serious
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

[Donro98]

Name: Darx Ledger
Location: Somewhere in the sky
Health: 80/100
Inventory: 3 sodas, sandwich, 9 mil with ammo,


"Anyone want a soda?" I hollered towards Nate and then towards Wylde.
         He wanted one, so I went over to the back of the plane.
"Here." I said, trying to keep my balance, on the turbulent plane.

 Name: Darx Ledger
Location: Somewhere in the sky
Health: 80/100
Inventory: 3 sodas, sandwich, 9 mil with ammo,

[Lil D]

NAME: John Doe
LOCATION: San Francisco, CA, USA-10:01 AM, day 4
STATUS: Sleeping
HEALTH: 81/100
INVENTORY: Hands- Beretta M9(10-15),
                     Backpack- $254, Medkit, an empty water bottle and a kitchen knife

We all hopped on the plane and took off.

Me: WOOHOO Germany!  Get ready for real life national socialist Zombies!

I then noticed the awful smell of the zombie Nathan killed.

Me: Dude, that smells like stuff.

Nathan: I know.  It was worse.  Just be glad you weren't here when we first checked out the plane.

Me: Where the forget is that wylde guy?

Nathan: In the back room.

Location:Flying to Germany, USA-10:02 AM, day 4
STATUS: WOHOO GERMANY
HEALTH: 83/100
INVENTORY: Hands-Beretta M9(10-15)
                    Backpack- $254, a Medkit, an empty water bottle and a kitchen knife

[Comatose]

Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: IL Airspace - 11:24 AM
Status: Well-rested
Health: 89/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (18 - 153)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit


I had sat in the cabin for a while and was chatting, before deciding to go back into the roosterpit. I walked in, and sat back down. I looked at the fuel gauge, and saw that it was actually pretty low already. I had enough to make it into the city and down onto the tarmac in about 30 minutes. Chicago was about 15 minutes away, so we had time.

I turned on my microphone. "Giving you guys a choice here. O'Hare, or Midway. Midway is a smaller airport, it's probably gonna have fuel."

Michelle responded, "I'm up for Midway."
Wylde chimed in. "O'Hare."
Darx and Alyx responded Midway, so I set a waypoint and took off auto-pilot, keeping the plane nice and steady in the process.


About 25 minutes later, we were coming up upon the airport, but a cloud was blocking my view. I began to descend, and as I did, I got the shock of my life. "Where the forget is the runway?" I inquired over the microphone. Michelle came running into the roosterpit and looked through the window. "Oh my God."

The runway was nothing more than rubble. Another runway had been barricaded on both ends. "We either crash land, or take our chances with the barricades."

"Do it, Nathan." Darx chimed. "Take the barricades."

I took a deep breath, and slowed the plane down to 140 knots. It was as the plane knew what I was doing, because it began screaming at me to pull up. My back landing gear barely missed the barricade as I touched down onto the tarmac. I slowed down, while applying my break, and we halted to a stop. Everybody in the cabin cheered, and Michelle pulled me towards her and kissed me, before cheering with the rest of the people in the cabin. I pulled off my headphones, and breathed a sigh of relief.

One last thing though. "I gotta go get the fuel truck."


Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: Chicago Midway Int'l - 11:49 AM
Status: Well-rested
Health: 89/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (18 - 153)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit

[Celtic Wolf]

Old character got deaded.

Name: Eric Peterson
Location: Chicago Midway airport
Status: Slightly insane
Inventory: Nothing on me right now


The roar of engines brought me back to consciousness with no delicacy. I leapt to my feet, pocketing my revolver and its ammunition off of the pile of foodstuffs I'd looted from vending machines and stores, and peered through a space between the boards I'd installed on the windows of the garage. The bright light blinded me for a few seconds, but I made out the silhouette of a plane against the blazing white backdrop of the world outside.

"Holy... stuff!"
My voice cracked from disuse as I uttered the curse.

I frantically gathered bags of Fun Dip and Fritos, stuffing them into my jacket's pockets. Grabbing my half-full water bottle and the filter I use to gather water from nearby sources, I threw a chair away from the door and lurched into the outdoors, half blind from the bright light of the sun. Two people were stepping out of the plane, and I gazed at them, unsure what to do. It'd been so long...


To whoever's coming out of the plane, you see a man in his mid-twenties, holding a snubnose revolver by his side and a water bottle in his left hand. He's dressed in tattered jeans, a blue jacket, and a formerly white shirt now stained with dried blood. His hair is wild and unwashed, and he's covered in dirt and grime. He stares at you intently in a somewhat creepy way, but doesn't make any moves suggesting an aggressive attitude.



Name: Eric Peterson
Location: Chicago Midway airport
Status: Slightly insane, confused
Inventory: IOF .32 Revolver (6/8), 8 S&W .32 bullets, 8 bags of chips and candy, water bottle, water filter

[Donro98]

Name: Darx Ledger
Location: Midway
Health: 80/100
Inventory: 2 sodas, sandwich, 9 mil with ammo,

"Nate, I am going to take a look around, those barricades must have been put up for a reason.  I might be able to block something with them."
Before I could get out, however, a man cornered me at the door with a shotgun, with two people behind him with pistols.
"Get the forget out the plane.


Name: Darx Ledger
Location: Midway
Health: 80/100
Inventory:  sodas, sandwich, 9 mil with ammo,

[Celtic Wolf]

Name: Darx Ledger
Location: Midway
Health: 80/100
Inventory: 2 sodas, sandwich, 9 mil with ammo,

"Nate, I am going to take a look around, those barricades must have been put up for a reason.  I might be able to block something with them."
Before I could get out, however, a man cornered me at the door with a shotgun, with two people behind him with pistols.
"Get the forget out the plane.


Name: Darx Ledger
Location: Midway
Health: 80/100
Inventory:  sodas, sandwich, 9 mil with ammo,

Did you read mine, or are you just ignoring it since you have too many people already?

That's fine if so, just saying that doesn't exactly correspond with what I wrote.

[Donro98]

I was ignoring, but I really don't care either way. It could be a guy with a revolver or shotgun, whichever.

[Celtic Wolf]

I was ignoring, but I really don't care either way. It could be a guy with a revolver or shotgun, whichever.

Still, I'm not really attacking.

Meh.

[Adz127]

Name: Adam
Location:Scotland, UK
Health:20/100
Inventory: 2 medkits, 10 pills, AK-47 (ammo -78/100),Crow-bar

Since the hitting that zombie then crashed, I feel as if I am going to die if I don't find a safe place to heal.
I have been using my AK-47 to protect myself too much and I don't want to lose all my ammo.
Hopefully I will find something to keep myself going.. hopefully food.

Name: Adam
Location: Scotland, UK
Health: 67/100
Inventory: 1 medkits, 10 pain pills, AK-47 (ammo-70/100),Crow-bar

(Is that ok or have I forgeted up?)

[Celtic Wolf]

Name: Adam
Location:Scotland, UK
Health:20/100
Inventory: 2 medkits, 10 pills, AK-47 (ammo -78/100),Crow-bar

Since the hitting that zombie then crashed, I feel as if I am going to die if I don't find a safe place to heal.
I have been using my AK-47 to protect myself too much and I don't want to lose all my ammo.
Hopefully I will find something to keep myself going.. hopefully food.

Name: Adam
Location: Scotland, UK
Health: 67/100
Inventory: 1 medkits, 10 pain pills, AK-47 (ammo-70/100),Crow-bar

(Is that ok or have I forgeted up?)

That's okay, but most of the action is going on in the U.S., so not many other people will join up with you probably.

[Donro98]

Still, I'm not really attacking.

Meh.

Alright then, whatever.

[Celtic Wolf]

Random bump for the bumpness.

[Comatose]

Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: Chicago Midway Int'l - 11:51AM
Status: Well-rested
Health: 89/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (14 - 132)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit


"Get the forget out of the plane."

The voice was so strange. I walked out of the roosterpit, and found Darx with a shotgun being pointed to his head. Two other men were behind the guy with the shotgun. "Who are you?"

"None of your business. Get the forget out of the plane, I said."

"Sorry, I'm afraid I can't do that. How about I just bust you and your buddies kneecaps?"

He and his friends laughed. One of them made a mocking voice, and bellowed, "Watch out! We got a little badass over here!" While they were preoccupied laughing, I pulled my P99, and shot the guy with the shotgun in the right leg. He collapsed, and fell down the stairs. Michelle pulled her pistol and shot one guy in the kneecap, and one guy in the foot. They all fell to the ground outside.

I walked down the stairs.

Mr. Shotgun was writhing in pain on the ground, clutching his leg. I put my gun to his temple. "Listen here, forgeter. You don't mess with us.  I'm not going to have your stuff. Understood?"

He nodded, before wincing and screaming in agony. He began to lose a lot of blood. I looked up at Michelle, who looked down at me. "Bring me my medical kit." She nodded, and disappeared for a moment, before coming back with it.

She walked down the stairs, handed it to me, and walked back up.

I opened it, and took out gauze, and antiseptic. "This will sting, just a heads up." I mocked, with Mr. Shotgun still screaming. I took out the antiseptic, and dripped a little on his wound. He let out an ear piercing shriek, and I wrapped the gauze around his leg. "Now. You're going to listen very closely. You and your friend who got shot in the foot are going to crawl away, and leave all your guns and ammunition here. Don't even attempt to approach the plane again, or I will blow your brains out. Is that understood?"

"What..about..Jim?" He pointed to kneecap guy, who was unresponsive and had blood pooling around him. I looked back at Shotgun. "We can't save him. His wound is too severe." Shotgun began to cry about how 'Jim' was his brother, and I apologized, and sent him crawling away with the other guy after they had left their weapons. Foot had a Five Seven, and Shotgun had an M3. I turned the safeties on both, and yelled. "Who wants them?"

Darx peeked out from behind the bulkhead in the roosterpit. "I'll take the shotgun." I threw it up to him, and he began checking it for dents or scratches. I walked up the stairs. "Anybody want this Five Seven? If not, I'll take it."

"I'll have it."

Another guy? I pulled my P99 once more, and turned. What I saw was a grimy, unkempt man in his early twenties, holding a snubnose revolver in one hand, and clutching a water bottle in the other. His clothes were practically tattered, covered in bloodstains and dirt.

"Who are you?"


Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: Chicago Midway Int'l - 12:00 PM
Status: Frustrated, tired
Health: 89/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (13 - 132)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit