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Post by Mr. Anderson on Jul 16, 2009 19:46:13 GMT -7
In a world, far beyond our own, one man struggles to survive. With nothing but a will, a will to survive, he fights his way through the post apocoliptic world of doom. The world lies on the brink of destruction, and few continue to walk the earth as normal men. It started roughly 2 months ago with an outbreak of the T-virus. In the small town of Gillette, Wyoming. In 2 months the T-virus has spread to over 9 countrys and almost every city within them.
With nothing but a shotgun, a couple pistols, and a rifle or two one man, by the name of Mitch Reese, fortified his living quarters and made it some what of a safe haven from the Zombie infestation. Sence the initial shockwave of Zombies Mitch's stronghold has collected about 14 individuals. 14 Men and woman ment to do only one thing, and that is to survive.
You stand in Mitch's living room, looking out the window at a sea of the undead. Moaning and groaning caring nothing more than to rip your face off and keep your neck out. Food is running low, and patience lower at that. People are worried about their loved ones in diffrent states, and diffrent towns, and everyone just looks toward Mitch wondering what to do. With this fearless leader out of Ideas, wanting to just wait it out, hoping that his father would make it to Wyoming by now. He is on his last foot and people are starting to dout him. Today marks a new day, and as the sun starts to fly mitch tells everyone that today marks a new day, for today is the day you take on some of the Hoard and head to the local walmart to collect more food, and hopefully a few more rounds for a depleted stock pile of weapons.
With a grim smile on your face you stand in the living room, waiting for word as to when the party is going to move. Robb sits on his couch playing Fable-2, and Mitch is pacing back and forth in the kitchen contemplating the a new strategy for this Wal-Mart raid party. So much to do, So much time....
Dont need any info, just your name how you made it to robb and mitchs house, and what your doing in the living room...TIME NOW!
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Post by Rabisu on Aug 30, 2009 23:55:06 GMT -7
This lonely soul, DJ, got into his truck, clad in his usual gothic attire, he drove with a quickened pace, leaving his house behind. Mind racing with thoughts of what to do, and where he's going to turn to. Hitting almost any zombie that stood in his way, his adrenaline was pulsing rapidly through his body.
Perhaps it was because of the apocolyptic scenerio going on, or it was the simple enjoyment of hitting mindless creatures that walked in the roadways. But, the thought still lingered that he needed a place to go. Remembering what Mitch had said awhile back, about a zombie situation, he quickly made his way to Robbs' house. High hopes of him and others still being alive, and keeping the zombie infection at bay.
After pulling up into the lawn in front of the house, he quickly got out and ran right for the front door, only to find it locked. Banging and slamming on the door, Mitch finally answered the door, only to shoot a few zombies running toward him a few feet back. Ducking inside, they slammed the door shut, and locked it, pushing the couch and a few other heavy furniture in front of the door.
Now, in this current time, DJ only paced the room, trying to keep his mind at ease and prevent any over-rationalizing thoughts from clouding his judgement. Thinking of ways to try to get to Wal-Mart for the food, any other friends or family that could be alive, and if he should run off to get them. His hands shaking nervously at a cigarette that was lit in his mouth, he looks to Mitch, hoping that he had an idea to get things rolling.
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Post by Mr. Anderson on Aug 31, 2009 1:41:07 GMT -7
Mitch took a look around the room, realising things were grim. With the arrival of his best friend d.j. he knew things would at least be a little more entertaining during these grim times. The thought of a gothed out freak like d.j. stabbing a zombie in the face with a lawn mower blade made him chuckle to himself as he sat at the dining room table sippin on some freshly brewed coffee. "Well I think we should take what ammo we do have and go heavy... we can run whatever vehicle we take through the front doors and drive into wal-mart, it would be safer than trompin in... Then we can dismount and through whatever we can get our hands on in the vehicle. 4 of us should gun, and 4 of us load... what do you think?", he says in between the drinks of coffee... He takes another long pull off his freshly lit cigarette and sighs, If only this world wasnt so cold.
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Post by musicangel on Aug 31, 2009 2:20:14 GMT -7
Marlena entered the kitchen and walked over to where Dj and Mitch were. She looked imediatly over to Dj. "Bout time you got here! I was worried." Then she walked closer to Mitch and knelt down beside him and layed her head on his lap. She too, hoped Mitch and Dj can pull something off...and quick.
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Post by Rabisu on Aug 31, 2009 13:17:55 GMT -7
He smiled a little as he heard Marlena say that.. Only to come with a reply, "It took me so long, because I had to mow my way through a sea of zombies.." After which, he looked to Mitch, taking more drags from his cigarette, the coffee the other was drinking, seeming rather appotizing. "Well, I think that could work, however, you have to be careful, we could easily run out of ammunition before we have a chance to get the food, or even more ammunition for that matter." He would say with a slight bit of worry in his voice.
Finally he decided to make his way to the coffee pot and poor himself a nice mug of the hot brew. Upon putting sugar and some vanilla creamer in it, he would lift it to his mouth, and taking a small sip; as to be careful not to burn his own mouth. He walks back to the counter and sets the cup down, resting his arms on the counter and leaning all of his weight on it. Lowering his head he began to think about how the group could be able to infiltrate the complex, without alarming every damn zombie in the neighborhood.
He slammed his fists on the counter, almost knocking over his coffee in the process. "I knew that those government bastards would do this one day, what did I tell you Mitch. 'We are here to help you', my fucking ass." He raised his voice to an almost yell, finally taking a drag of his cigarette, and a sip of his coffee.
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Post by Mr. Anderson on Sept 1, 2009 15:09:23 GMT -7
Mitch laughed at the last comment made by Dj as he strokes Marlena on the top of the head. "Well my guess is that some comunist bastard fuck-tard martha stewart bitch started all this, not the Goverment... but one can't be to sure now that 90% of the world population is dead.", he says as he giggles to himself about the whole Communist Bastard Fuck-tard Martha Stewart rant. He started to work a fool proof plan into his head, with expert detail but it was all lost as his thoughts strayed to the image of a Twi'lek donkey punching a man in the face while having sex with him. He laughs out loud and stairs into his coffee cup, absorbing the darkness with his eyes wishing he could relive those days, the glory days some called them. He started to run his fingers through Marlena's hair but was disrupted by a sudden urge. "And I think I am going to go take a shit.", he let out announceing it to the room, to give everyone an awful mental image.,"oh and with this vanilla cremer its going to be hersey squirts.", he finished as he walked towards the bath-room waltz'ing in and shutting the door behind him.
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Post by musicangel on Sept 1, 2009 19:54:01 GMT -7
Marlena looked at Mitch, trying to give him a discusted look. But she knew better. After Mitch got up she took his chair and sat there with her arms hugging her legs. The only thought she had in her mind was she knew that they would expect her to do something as well. If she couldn't handle a fire-arm sooner or later she was going to be zombie meat. But which was she more afraid of? Hearing the sound of shots while feeling the power of the gun against her hands and arms? Or the sound of living corpses while they went after her and her friends? She had no choice but to suck it up and let a much more wild, surviver side kick in... She let out a long, deep sigh.
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Post by lilith on Sept 1, 2009 21:10:37 GMT -7
Tracy sauntered into the room carrying the shattered remains of her homemade flamethrower and a set of keys, mumbling something about cheap plastic and lack of fuel.
Deciding to make herself at home, she began rummaging through the cuboards for a clean coffee cup. Upon opening the third cabnet, she spotted a clean cup on the top shelf. "Figures." she mumbled to herself as she began to climb the counter. Finally procuring the cup, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat on the floor curled around the precious drink.
"The plane I jacked from North Dakota ran out of gas. I had to land in your yard. The propeller chopped up some zombies and made a mess, hope that's okay," she informed the others in the room with a grin.
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Post by Mr. Anderson on Sept 1, 2009 21:27:21 GMT -7
Name: Mitch aka Hero 1 Profession: Being a bad-ass Fun Fact: No one actually called him a hero before Life Expectancy: Pretty Dam Good.
Mitch returns from his foul smelling adventure in wonderland, or at least that what he called it, and made his way back over to the table with the map of gillette sitting atop it. He glanced at Tracy as she fought for a cup from the top shelf, and laugh to himself, thinking dam short people. He asked, with a bit of worry in his voice, "So have you gotten any word from Tim?" desprettly praying for some good news. The day was progressing, and supplies were short, it wouldn't be long now before they would have to act, and the thought of losing one of his dear friends killed mitch inside. He just wanted to be the hero, but he didnt want to get torn to bits and shreds, like other heros he had seen before, cause he knew that would suck. He walks around the house scratching his 3 day stubble comming in from not shaving, wondering on just house they would pull this off. They couldnt sit in this house, sit here waiting to rot. He had no idea how things would play out, but he knew one thing, and that was that at the end of all this, he was going to either save everyone or die horrible... and indications pointed to the latter. Being a bone-a-fied bad ass with a Mo-hawk, and some sweet tats he was ready for anything that life could throw, but life really threw a curve ball with this one. Usually an enemy has a weak-ness, a normal human would have to sleep, a normal human woud be scared. Nothing stopped these resentless bastards and thats what was pissing him off. He ploped down on Marlena's laugh and made a point to try to squash her as he did it. "Allright, whatever happens out there, just do one thing... Watch your own ass, and if shit hits the fan..... Run.... One dead body is better than two, and no one is a fucking hero here."
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Post by SuPeRDaNGeRouS on Sept 1, 2009 21:54:40 GMT -7
Name: Ethan aka SuPeRDaNGeRouS Profession: I'm just here to fuck shit up. Fun Fact: Enjoys near death experiences a little too much. Life Expectancy: Will probably go out with a BANG
After driving two days straight to wyoming once the infection started driving out. Ethan was tired and decided to try and get some sleep. He went downstairs and laid down on the couch while everyone was still sleeping. Falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
The next day Ethan wakes up after hearing the door open and guns fired. He decides to come out of the man cave without saying hail satan and chuck norris and bowing 3 times. He hears the conversation going on upstairs and just shakes his head and grins. "So dumb." he says as he looks at Mitch.
"Wheres the whiskey?" he asks. Mitch tells him we are out of alchohol, and that pisses him off and he nearly has a nic-fit from the lack of nicotine he's had since he quit smoking. Ethan looks around the room and sees that DJ has made it and his thoughts of nicotine were disgarded. "Glad to see your alright man." he tells DJ with a grin.
He then looks back at Mitch and tells him, "I'm all for goin out jumpin in the truck and risking our lives for a few pieces of bread, but i have a better idea if you want to survive. It's a gamble, but it will be much safer. Why dont we take a group of three with three guns to the nearby apartments where there is bound to be canned food and a little ammo to replace the ammo we use while getting the food? A three man group is much more stealthy than a vehicle full of people, and its only about 200 yards. We can send one of the nearby vehicles up the hill in gear with the radio blaring to distract all the zombies. Eventually it will crash and the infected will be back, but it will give us the time we need."
Ethan stands near the table and says "I'm going. Is there anyone that would like to join me?"
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Post by lilith on Sept 2, 2009 9:54:02 GMT -7
Tracy sat at the table, trusty coffee cup in hand, and pondered Ethan's strategy. It seemed to be a good plan, she reasoned, but her thought's kept wandering to Tim. She had lost track of him in the last few days and was worried that she hadn't heard from him. 'He's a tough guy though; He'll be fine,' she repeated to herself.
Tracy let out a sigh and set her coffee cup down on the table. 'Should I stay here and wait for Tim, or go help Ethan,' she wondered, while stretching her arms behind her back, and raising them until she heard a satisfying pop. She had never been much of a morning person, but coffee and stretching always helped to wake her up. After letting her gaze sweep the room, she came to a decision.
"I'll join you," she informed Ethan. 'Better than sitting around here waiting,' she thought, 'Even if my short legs won't carry me as fast.' At that thought she glanced over to Mitch "Make a crack about me being short and I swear I'll throw you out to distract the zombies instead of the car."
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Post by abaddon on Sept 2, 2009 14:39:23 GMT -7
Name: Tim aka The Terminator Profession: shooting people in the face Fun fact: is a fucking beef cake life expectancy: better then average
with the hatch down and nearly out of gas tim finally arrives at what they call ground zero. gillette is both silent and still in its early morning hours now that the infestation has taken its toll on what was once tims beloved home town.
as he pulls off of i 90 and into the once busy streets he cant help but to think back to the glory days before he joined the army. the long days at the high school, late nights working at the car wash and the flying j, cruising town with the crew and bull shitting at perkins.
as his mind wonders a nauseous fear slowly creeps up with him. is he to late? is his old crew already among the walking dead? and what of his beloved fiancee? did she ever make it to robbs house? if so was mitch there to protect her? or was he one of the walking dead as well? with so many lost to the virus it seemed impossible that anyone could have survived here in ground zero, but he knew that if anyone could pull it off it was going to be mitch every time, which is why tim and tracy both agreed to track him down here in this waste land he once called a home.
it wasnt long before both joy and hope washed over tim like a tidal wave as he finally rounded the corner to robbs house only to find a small hord of zombies circling around the fortified house. in a fit of vile hatered tim put the 21 ton stryker into first gear and took aim at the horde.
"someone is alive in that house" he said to himself as he punched the accelerator to the floor. "thats the only reson why they would swarm the house like that. mitch has got to be alive in there!"
with a lurch and the sound of a ghost the stryker bolted towards the helpless horde and quickly ground all but a select few to a pulp under its mighty 8 wheels and after he made quick work of the horde tim quickly parked the now crimson stained war horse, put on his LBE, grabed his m4 and proceeded to exit the striker making quick work of the few zombies that remaind as he finally made it into the house.
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Post by lilith on Sept 2, 2009 15:15:43 GMT -7
Tracy quickly whipped her around at the sound of the door opening. The zombies shouldn't be able be able to enter through the front door, but one can never be too sure. Her hand inched towards her ankle, where she kept her trusty dagger; her only weapon now that her flamethrower was gone. She tensed as she heard footsteps coming towards the room. They seemed to fast to belong to a zombie.
Her analysis proved correct. Seconds latter Tim rounded the corner. Her smile lit up instantly. At least there was some good left in this world.
"Hey you're just in time. We're about to go have some fun," she mused. Pushing herself off the chair, she walked over to Tim. "Glad you finally made it, Mr. Beefcake," she said in a mocking tone, giving Tim a hug.
Moving back to the table, she stretched before sitting back in her chair. She was eagar to go outside and see the sun, even if the rest of the town was in shambles. "I'll let Ethan explain the plan," she told Tim.
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Post by Mr. Anderson on Sept 3, 2009 5:33:27 GMT -7
Mitch laughed out loud when Tim entered the Dojo-De-Casa-De Reese/Stumbree/Baker and gave him a hug. "Almost thought you weren't comming to the party.", He said with a half-mocking smile. He then stood up and slaped Ethan in the face and explained why he slapped him with simple words, "Zombies arent attracted to the Noise, or Movement of anything... They are attracted to the taste of Human Flesh, the only way your plan would work is if someone distracted them. They arent going to chase an empty car... Jack-ass." He thought for a few minutes about how those appartments would be accessable, only have been over there once before he didnt really remember the lay-out plans of the whole place. "Well I got a better Idea, two teams... Alpha Company and Bravo Company.... Alpha goes with me on Operations Distract those fuckers, and Bravo goes with Ethan on Operation Get us some fucking food.... Who wants to go where. Oh and dont worry about dieing on Alpha, it aint going to happen. I got a pretty good fucking distraction in mind.", he said with a wicked smile on his face, stairing at the Ford F-150 and 500lbs of C4 in the back of it. His thoughts strayed for a second as he contemplated just blowing the whole fucking truck up, but he quickly came to his senses knowing he would have to unload all of it on top the hill and detonate it at the proper time, besides they needed the truck to get back to the house, and for later use. He slapped DJ on the back with a hardy laugh, "Dude, you had better go with Ethan, I know you can sniff out food like a basset hound and He is crazy enough to make sure you live. Just watch your ass." He then walked to his bed-room to retreve a prize posession, a Pirate Flag, Jolly Roger and all, and shoved it into his back pocket. Oh yeah, that thing was going on the Antena of the truck for sure. He thought to himself, where the fuck is that one guy.... Fucking BJ. Last he knew him and cody where out working on bretts rig south of town. He wondered for awhile if they were safe, if they stayed out of town. Hope they make it someday.
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Post by SuPeRDaNGeRouS on Sept 3, 2009 20:15:01 GMT -7
Ethan agrees that Mitch's plan is better since we're dealing with specific zombies of Mitch's imagination.. He then stands up and tells everyone"I'm going to put on an extra 2 layers of clothes.. Harder to bite through.. i suggest you all do the same."
He decides to take a pistol and grabs the machete he braught from Nana's house. He looks back at the others in the room and says anything can be used as a weapon. The object is to hit them in the head.
He then tells mitch hes going to take 3 lbs of that C4 thats in the back of the truck, and hes going to leave it in three different spots first 50 yards from the door toward the apartments, then 100, then 150.
He tell's Marlena "Your in charge of this. Keep in mind its an EXPLOSIVE. When we come back, if we're being chased. You wait until we are atleast 20 yards from each one to detonate it. It's going to be pretty close for an explosion so its a last resort."
"I suggest you do the same Mitch." he says, as he walks away to put the extra clothes on.
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