Zombies in the Bluzone** [[CLOSING]]

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Bravo:
Is it up?

Awdax:
Technically it is up, but Knaz isn't online. So no role-play right now. He usually posts in the thread when he's going to start the minigame and everything.

Lugnut:

--- Quote from: comr4de on April 18, 2012, 05:59:17 PM ---MOTHERforgetER

--- End quote ---
damn right son
you would get that reference

Comatose:
Your Name:
Comatose

Character Name:
Aleks Fischer

Character Age:
27

When the infection began, I paid no mind to it; I kept my medical mask on, I kept my windows and doors locked, and I stayed inside with my fiancee. Until it knocked on my front door, literally. Since then, I've been a nomad, struggling with the death of my fiancee which occurred a year before I arrived at the Survivor Base.

Kniaz:
Wow, you guys are really taking off with this! It's fantastic! Again, I'm at uni today- but I'll be home early to get the server up!
In the meantime, story;

The cold brittle night seemed tedious. Lukas called for some company down at the Wild Territory as always, saying something about watching the road. The bar was full of tired, drunk survivors exchanging stories and advice. In the distance a firefight could be heard, and the obligated zombie moans within the local area. Everything seemed normal in the Bluzone. It's why what happened caught everyone off guard. A small pack of survivors crossing the pipeline came onto the channel, demanding support. They scavenged up some food rations, and someone had fallen down the gorge with the supplies. A few people arrived on site, guns at the ready and with a rope to pull him back up.

Curiously, however, there was no zombie presence in the gorge. The survivor was hidden away in the darkness, as painful moans echoed through;
"My leg, my loving leg!"
The fall came to him as a shock, and land broke his leg.
"Stay right there, we're going to pull you up!"
Two survivors headed over the pipeline, keeping a keen eye on the ground for both the infected and the fallen.
There was an omniscent silence, as a distant Apache Attack Helicopter doing it's nightly rounds.
The fallen survivor moaned again, asking them to hurry up when suddenly his tone changed,
"The forget!?" drawing his pistol, he quickly fired off several rounds. The survivors still at the other end of the pipeline braced, preparing for a fight.
"There's something down here! I saw it! Oh stuff- get me up! Come on!"
Out of nowhere, a blood curdling howl emanated from the gorge.
Everyone froze, the sound was unlike anything they had ever heard. The sound bounced around the landscape, echoing its terror before expiating and joining the cold, stiff air.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
The fallen survivor was never heard from again.
Everyone silently left, too horrified to do anything.
In the morning, there was no sign of him. No blood, no clothing, no weapons, no food.
It was as if every trace of him was wiped clean off the earth, along with the crate of rations he was carrying.

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