Zombie Survival - The Darkest Hour

[Celtic Wolf]

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


"Who are you?"

I stood there, scared by the many people staring at me.
That was a bad idea I shouldn't have spoken up what did I do that for stuff stuff stuff they're LOOKING at me I'm an IDIOT stuff

The man lifted his pistol and pointed it at me.
"WHO ARE YOU?"

I dropped my revolver and lifted my hands, terrified.
stuff he has a GUN stuff stuff stuff run get away run away they're going to GET YOU
I tried to say something but nothing came out at first.

The other guy, the one who got threatened by that raider, came running over and grabbed my revolver off of the tarmac. The pistol guy walked slowly over, eyes locked on me.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"I'm.. my name is Eric."
RUN
I stumbled backwards, turned, and began to run away towards the garage, terrified.


Name: Eric Peterson
Location: Chicago Midway airport
Status: Scared
Inventory: 2 S&W .32 bullets, 8 bags of chips and candy, water bottle, water filter

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[Celtic Wolf]

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[Comatose]

Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: Chicago Midway Int'l - 12:05 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


"Eric, wait!"

I yelled after him as he sprinted like a bat out of hell towards the hangar. I pulled the Five Seven back towards me, looked at it a moment, and flicked off the safety. I then proceeded to pull out my P99, and duel wield the two guns, running after Eric.

The tarmac was blackened, and was practically radiating heat as I sprinted after Eric, almost tripping and twisting my ankle twice. The air became dense as I practically flew into the hangar, which was very cold. I cupped my hands, and called out, "Eric! It's okay, we won't hurt you! We want to help you!"  

There was no response but the echo of my voice bouncing off the cold, sheet metal walls. I flicked the safeties on my guns, and holstered them. Suddenly, I heard a clanking noise. "Eric?"

It was coming from the back of the hangar, behind a wall. I began to walk slowly to the back of the hangar, as the clanking noise turned to scratching, then moaning. The problem wasn't avoidable. I was going to have to fight zombies.

I pulled out my guns, and flicked the safeties back off, before turning the corner.

There were 6 zombies in mechanic suits, they all worked for United. Their suits were covered in oil and fuel, and they began to flaunt their sharp claws before screaming at me with their inhuman voices before running at me. I pulled the triggers, sending 5 bullets flying. 3 of them hit their mark, and it sent a zombie falling to the ground bleeding profusely. The other 5 began to slash towards me feebly, and I ran faster out into the front of the hangar.

As I ran into the front of the hangar, I found a blow torch sitting in the back of a truck. The blow torch had a fuel tank attached, and I picked it up, and slid it across the floor, tripping a few zombies. I then aimed carefully at the tanks, and pulled the trigger on the Five Seven.

The tank blew up in a burst of fire, setting the zombies aflame, and the the flame spreading to the oil tanks in the back.

"Oh stuff.."

I ran out of the hangar as fast as I could, and watched as the hangar exploded into a fireball, sending shrapnel and shards of glass and wood into the air. "Eric.."

I walked back to the plane, and Michelle inquired of me, "Did you get that guy back?"

"He's probably dead. Did you just see what happened?" I pointed open palmed to the flaming wreckage, flustered. She could sense that I was upset, and pulled me in for a hug. She released me and suggested, "You should go get the fuel truck so we could get out of here."

I nodded, and walked away.


Name: Nathan Lasél
Location: Chicago Midway Int'l - 12:20 PM
Status: Frustrated, tired
Health: 89/100
Inventory: Slightly dirtied North Face knapsack:
- Walther P99 (4 - 132)
- FN Five Seven (6 - 143)
- 9x19mm Parabellum ammunition (Currently in use.)
- Sharp kitchen knife
- Medical Kit

[Donro98]

Sorry guys, power flickering, will post later.

[Blaze0]

• Name: Kurt Wylde
• Location: Chicago, Illinois
• Status: Locked Up
• 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, P99, 143 P99 bullets.

I fumble around the room to see what is here. Nothing but some empty plastic crates. I see light on the ground and look up. An air vent is directly above me.

"Time to do it like they do in the movies." I pause for a second. "That sounded kinky."
Nonetheless, I stack the crates up and remove the bolts using my switchblade like a screwdriver. I crawl into the ducts and edge my way along the narrow pipes. I look down and see the terminal boarding area. I drop down and look at my surroundings. I see a P99 with 143 bullets. (OOC: I don't know what "rounds" are or how they work.) I equip the gun and proceed out to where I left my cycle. I hop on and prepare to leave the area when I hear shouts of the name "Eric." I look down the tarmac and see the guy from earlier and a different guy, chasing a third guy. The third guy runs into a hangar which an explosion then happens inside. The first 2 guys return to a plane where the girl from earlier is. I speed over to them on my cycle with my gun up. I stop as they turn and put their weapons up. I get off with my gun still aimed at them, and plead "Don't shoot! I just want to talk, I can't survive on my own! Let me join you guys." The second guy seems to be musing over my epic bike while the first guy elbows him back into his senses. They turn around and huddle together, apparently discussing a decision.

• Name: Kurt Wylde
• Location: Chicago, Illinois
• Status: In Suspense
• 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.

[Comatose]

Blaze, edit your post. We're in Chicago, and you've been on a plane with us.

[Celtic Wolf]

Name: Eric Peterson
Location: Chicago Midway airport
Status: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAA
Inventory: 2 S&W .32 cartridges, 8 bags of chips and candy, water bottle, water filter


He kept running after me, yelling my name, but I couldn't hear him.
RUN RUN GO RUN GET AWAY RUN

Getting to the hangar, I whipped open the door and charged inside, almost running into 6 zombies who suddenly turned and staggered towards me, groaning.

stuff stuff stuff RUN AWAY

I sprinted around a nearby two-seater and came face-to-face with another zombie, which reached out and grabbed the collar of my shirt. Reaching down to pull my revolver, I encountered nothing but air.

OH GOD NO NO NOOOO

I screamed loudly and tried to pull away, only succeeding in falling backwards with the ghoul on top of me, clawing at me.

NO
NO
NO NO NO NO NO NO

As I pushed frantically at the snarling corpse, a huge explosion rent the hangar. I was blasted by a wave of heat, cooking my exposed skin. Shrapnel rained around me, slashing open my right arm and cutting my face. I flailed and kicked out impulsively to get away from the inferno, knocking my zed attacker into the blaze.

I backed away from the spreading inferno, attempting to get to my feet but falling. Crawling, wracked with pain, I managed to make it out through a hole in the back of the hangar. I looked back and saw the zombie fall apart, wrapped in flames.

I'd been spared from the worst of the blast by the ghoul on top of me, but I'd still suffered severe wounds. Trying to get up a second time, I collapsed and lights flashed in my vision.

Got to... get away...

Looking up, I saw the door of the utility garage (OOC: basically, where flight utility trucks and other stuff are kept, that's where I was at my first post as this character) a hundred feet away. My safe haven...

Crawling forward foot by foot, I nearly reached the door, but exhaustion and pain overtook me. I sank into blackness.


Name: Eric Peterson
Location: Chicago Midway airport
Status: Unconscious with numerous injuries (severe burns, lacerations on the face and limbs, bad cut on right arm, bruising and lacerations from zombie clubbing)
Inventory: 2 S&W .32 cartridges, 8 bags of chips and candy, water bottle, water filter

[Donro98]

Name: Darx Ledger
Location: Midway
Health: 80/100
Inventory:  sodas, sandwich, 9 mil with ammo,
 "HEY! WAIT!" I screamed, the strange man running away. I saw everything that happened, and dragged him back to the plane.
      "Guys! He blacked out. I need help patching him up." I said as Nate comes over. We bandage him up, and wait.
     "Come get me if he wakes up." I say, going to check on Kurt.
Name: Darx Ledger
Location: Midway
Health: 80/100
Inventory:  sodas, sandwich, 9 mil with ammo,

[Blaze0]

Blaze, edit your post. We're in Chicago, and you've been on a plane with us.

Then SUDDEN TIEM WAAAARP. I'm with you guys but I still have my cycle. Don't ask how, I can't explain. It just is.

[Celtic Wolf]

Hey donro, I think you have my revolver. Unless you dropped it.

[Celtic Wolf]

bump

[Lil D]

NAME: John Doe
LOCATION: Midway Airport, Chicago, IL, USA-12:08 PM, day 4
STATUS: Sleeping
HEALTH: 83/100
INVENTORY: Hands- Beretta M9(10-15),
                     Backpack- $254, Medkit, an empty water bottle and a kitchen knife

Damn, I am one lazy motherforgeter.

While the others had got off the plane after landing, I had kept sleeping.  I was awakened by the sound of a huge explosion.  I quickly jumped up and ran outside.

What.  The.  forget.

All I see is a hangar on fire and debris falling out of the sky.

I then see Nathan walk up with the hangar behind him.

"Cool guys don't look at explosions..."  I quietly sang to myself.  He walked up to the others.  Time to find out what the hell just happened.

Location:Midway Airport, Chicago, IL, USA-12:10 AM, day 4
STATUS: Surprised, confused
HEALTH: 84/100
INVENTORY: Hands-Beretta M9(10-15)
                    Backpack- $254, a Medkit, an empty water bottle and a kitchen knife

[Rigby]

Name: Brian Belcher
Location: Bolton field, grove city Ohio
Status: Confused
Health: 100/100
Inventory: plane keys, pistol,knife,truck keys and .22 survival rifle

Woke up in my plane to screams and wanting to see what happened.

  Finds my buddy shooting at people and i ask him whats wrong and tells me about zombies and we run to my truck to get my guns from my house.

  once there we find that zombies are all around it and we fight our way in get my guns and head for my plane to leave...

Name: Brian Belcher
Location: driving on Norton road, grove city Ohio
Status: Wondering
Health: 100/100
Inventory: plane keys, pistol,knife,truck keys and .22 survival rifle

[Sedric]

Name : Keith Lodder
Location : Barstow, CA
Status : Freaked
Health : 80/100
Inventory : Baseball bat, hunting knife, flashlight, pickup truck keys

As if the zombie apocalypse wasn't enough, I am all alone in the hellish disaster.
Just grazing the deserted streets without care, most of my friends had been infected by those monsters
"But why not me?" I asked myself. Then I thought,
'Maybe if I found other survivors. Then I'd have some company'
So I started down a different street. At least to take some of the stuff from the abandoned houses.

Name : Keith Lodder
Location : Barstow, CA
Status : Freaked
Health : 80/100
Inventory : Baseball bat, hunting knife, flashlight, pickup truck keys

[Sedric]

Bump.

Name : Keith Lodder
Location : Barstow, CA
Status : Nervous
Health : 80/100
Inventory : Baseball bat, hunting knife, flashlight, pickup truck keys

As I rolled down a road, the pickup ran out of gas.

"No! Oh come on..." I yell to myself. Accidentally pounding the horn, I heard it roar across the hills.

'Ah stuff, If I don't get running I'm gonna be mutilated, those ghouls we're probably heading my way right now.' I thought to myself, then quickly dismissed the thought.

I quickly get out of the pickup and run to a nearby house. As I get there, I realize that the deadbolt is locked.

"It's locked, no way in but a window." I say out loud, shaking the door knob rigorously. Then I head for one of the windows, take out my baseball bat and break the large window. A piece of glass slashed my forearm, making for a serious scar later.

"Ouch, son of a bitch this hurts!" I bellow at the sky, scaring a few crows. I carefully take out the other pieces of glass and climb through the window. I land in what seems to be the person's bedroom.

"This is pretty dark." I murmur. The dark seems like an endless cavern that awaits me, taking out my flashlight and putting back my baseball bat. I advance.

Name : Keith Lodder
Location : Barstow, CA
Status : Scared
Health : 75/100
Inventory : Baseball bat, hunting knife, flashlight.