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Post by Mr. Anderson on Sept 3, 2009 21:49:10 GMT -7
Mitch laughed, and thought to himself, good thing these zombies aren't coming from my imaginative zombie creation or they would be completely opposite of what they really are, good thing they are coming straight from the Zombie Survival Guide, one of the greatest books ever writen. "Well, if things work out, and this isn't a complete waste of time, maybe we will get what we need to last alittle while longer in this shit hole.", he says as he puts out his cigarette in an ashtray. "In the army everyone who was within 75 yards of a Mortar round was treated in the hostpital, that means that a safe distant would be over 100 yards. So make sure you are Far the fuck away from it when it goes boom. You would be suprized at how big of a boom they actually make.", He said mater-of-factly. He looked at D.J. who was being rather quiet the whole time, "What do you think Sun-Shine?" Things were desprate for sure and his mind raced as to how this whole thing would play out. Where the fuck was B.J. and Cody? Why did robb have to be the first to become a zombie in known history? When would the military step in and destory everything? Why was help not coming? So many questions raced his thoughts, so many questions kept him awake at night. In his mind pain was just an illusion, but this pain was startin to bother him. In any case, he knew one thing, and that was that he would walk away from an explosion under any circumstance. He wouldnt look, and he would just walk away. Besides, who had time to watch an explosion, when you have cool guy arrands that you have to walk to. He would keep walking, slow motion, the more he ignored it the cooler he looked. This was going to be an epic adventure, the first time leaving the safe room. No fucking smoker, or boomer was going to get him this go round. Fuck that.
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Post by lilith on Sept 4, 2009 9:20:43 GMT -7
As Tracy contemplated which group to join, she mind wandered back to that book of Zombie haiku she found while bumming around the mall in Grand Forks. She really wished she had purchased the book and brought it with her to Wyoming. It might have helped relieve some of the tension in the room. Then again, reading about zombies eating their own mothers might not have been the best thing to hear before a mission.
As she forced herself back on topic, she contemplated each group. She eventually decided that the distraction group better suited her. She probably couldn't have carried much food, but she could sure play with explosives. She never was the greatest runner, but she could probably run better without a heavy load of supplies to carry.
Glancing towards the others, she announced her decision to the room. Her main reason: She really wanted to blow shit up. She then moved over to join Mitch. Although she was nervous, since so much could go wrong, she could hardly wait to get her little fingers on some of that C4.
'This is going to be epic,' she thought. 'I just hope no one gets hurt.'
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Post by abaddon on Sept 4, 2009 12:20:26 GMT -7
tim stood beside the table in listining to the plan while also also figurtivily kicking himself in the nuts for never picking up the zombi survivle guide when he had the chance. such an artical would have saved him and so many of his fallen if he would have just listened to his friends and picked up the book when they all talked about what a great book it was. so many could have been saved, and yet, so many where lost.......
he quickly snapped himself back together when he realised that he was getting side tracked. there is a time and a place to morn the dead after all, and this is nither the time nor the place. he quickly put his mind back on track and as he did so his attention shifted to the very vehical what he arived here with. the 21 ton stryker was parked happely on the side on the house just a fiew feet by the door, and being as it was the infantry carying varient it could carry a whold squad of infantry killing machines with room to spare.
"hey mitch" he said trying to hide the excitment in his voice. " i have 21 tons of beef cake parked just outside the front door. my stryker would be able to hold more then what we have comfertably inside its intearior, and with me driving, all you and tracy need to do is to just peek your heads outside the two airguard hatches at the rear of the of stryker. hell as we leave we can tacticaly place the c4 as we role out. i know its quiet which is why no one here probably heard me approch the house in th first place, but im shure your fleshy face would prove to be just to much for any zombie to resist. there should be another LBE and m4 inside the stryker to. there are only 7 m4 mags on the LBE, but they are there if tracy wants to rock it."
as he finished he thought back to the previous owner of the spare LBE and rifle. 'Langston was a good man and one hell of a soldier. if it wasnt for him,' tim thought, 'he wouldnt be here today. his sarifice will not be in vain. i will do everything i can to bring everyone back alive, even if it costs me my last living breath.'
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Post by lilith on Sept 4, 2009 12:57:05 GMT -7
Tracy contemplated slamming her forehead into the wall as the words 'beef cake' came out of Tim's mouth. The her thoughts switched over to slamming Tim's head into the wall. She had heard those words so many times, she thought she was going to go insane. At the mention of M4, however, she perked up. At the mention of her name in the same sentence, without the word shoot inbetween, she perked up even more.
'First explosives, then an M4, this day just keeps getting better and better,' she thought. She was a little nervous about Tim driving however. At least the tank looked pretty tough. If the tank could be harmed in a crash though, Tim would be the one to figure out how to do it.
Tracy thought back to the many car trips she had taken with Tim. 'Yeah,' she mused, 'The chances of Tim killing us are about the same as the chances the zombies will while we're out there.' The thought couldn't help but make her grin. 'At least there's not another vehicle out on there he can road rage. It's a good thing that zombies lack intelligence and can't drive.'
Tracy pictured in her head what it would be like if the zombies could drive. She could see it now, Tim running the Stryker into a car full of zombies, shouting profanities, middle fingers in the air. 'Yeah, it's a really good thing zombies can't drive.'
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Post by benny on Sept 4, 2009 16:16:25 GMT -7
Name: BJ Brewer Occupation:Does what he wants. Fun Fact: Actually was stupid enough to let his friends pepper spray him. Life Expectancy: already suppased life expectancy. Bj looks around at the carnage, that was once his home. "What the hell......" he thinks to himself..... i cant believe this actually happend. Had it not been for the fact that as far as he knew everybody he knew was new a walking corpse, the situation would have had a measure of humor to it, considering the countless hours we had all spent coming up with our zombie plan. He knew he had better head to robbs house, the "safe house" where everybody was supposed to meet. being as he had just walked 20 miles into town, shortly after his rig had been overrun by zombies. he was in the derrick when it happend, as he watched as his crew was helplessly slaughtered. he knew for sure brett was now a zombie. cody was still a mystery as he had dissapeared while benny was climbing down the ladder. As he came around the corner onto rocking T drive, he let out a huge sigh of relief as he seen the lights in the fortified house that he had so many drunken memories in. Oddly there was a stryker sitting outside the house as well, as he laughed as he thought of the odd situations he had been in with this particlar group of people. "God i hope the dont shoot me when i walk in" he thinks....... With that, he bolts for the front door.
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Post by Mr. Anderson on Sept 5, 2009 13:41:17 GMT -7
Mitch agreed with Tim at the mention of using the Striker for a good distraction, he nodded his head and scratched his stubble screaming out for joy when he seen little ole B.J entering the house. He ran over to him and slapped him on the back, "Boy, where in the fuck have you been?", he questioned him as he lit up a smoke he pulled from his pocket. "Ho-k, So there are approximatley 4000 nukes across the world, the united states has over 2600...", he said in a mocking manner quoting a thing he seen on Youtube once, back when they had internet. Before hell had come to earth. He stood at the front door looking out upon the 21ton Striker, and smiled. He knew that this would work, and by god it was going to be a blast in his mind. He always imagined the day when zombies would walk the earth, making small talk with his friends about it, making a plan of action in case it happened soon, hell he even role-played on an internet forum once that it actually happend. But in all this preperation nothing really prepared him for the mental break down he would have if one of his friends died. He knew he couldnt deal with that. It would break his heart, and send him into a place he never wanted to go again. A place he knew all to well, a primative place. Where nothing mattered but survival. Where no conscience thought was put into any action, he didnt speak, he barley ate, all he did was survive. Killing anything that would get in his way, and forcing his body to keep up with the fast paced mind of his. His thoughts had strayed to long on the subject though and he turned back to bj, "Whats the deal man, where is Cody? Weren't you guys both working with Brett?" he questioned, imaginativly laughing at the thought of brett being ripped to peices by the walking dead. Well things were almost in play now, all they needed was a few more people and they would be unstopable. With the correct man power they would be able to take any building they needed, they would be able to gather whatever supplies they wanted. It wouldnt be long now. Time was short, and his patience was shorter. Hell came to earth, and he planed on sending it the fuck back.
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Post by Big T on Sept 5, 2009 19:23:31 GMT -7
The warm embrace of sleep sheds itself more slowly than the previous nights. Sitting up from the matress, he notices that the bandage has bled through again, ruining the entire bed. Sighing, he begins tearing the clean portion of the bedsheet to re-tie the wound. A last once-over of the house, and stepping across the infected corpses of the previous residents, he heads to the vehicle in the garage. Still sickened having to shoot the father and his family, and contemplating the morbidity of an enitre family infected one at a time. The father stumbling through the house, at the edge of turning, wanting to only be with his family, instead turning his home into a slaughter for the remainder of his family. Stalking from room to room, feasting on the flesh of his wife and their two children. Not granting them the peaceful rest of a quick death, but draging out their torment as they slowly bled out before turning themselves. What a waste he thinks as he starts the vehicle and pulls out into the driveway for yet another weary morning of searching for other survivors. Black ooze mingles with blood as it drips from the bandage onto armrest. He absent-mindedly scratches below the bandage. His fingernails grazing the edge of the bite....
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Post by abaddon on Sept 7, 2009 11:37:23 GMT -7
as the door slammed shut, reacing on pure reaction, tim gripped his m4 in both hands in the low ready expecting the worst. to his releaf he found a living bj inside the house and not a hord of zombies.
with a sigh of releaf he relaxed his grip on his weapon and with a smile he said "welcome to the party you fuking maniac. where the hell have you been?"
he then walked back to the table, pulled out a chair, and all but collapsed into it. with people continuing to arrive, things where really starting to look up for this little crew and for the mission itself but looking around the room he couldnt help but notice how fiew people where actually here.
"has anyone heard from any other survivors?" he said as he looked from one person to the next. "bruce, brandon, cody......... anyone?"
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Post by lilith on Sept 7, 2009 14:11:15 GMT -7
Tracy glanced over at the new guy as he entered the room. She watched as the others greeted him. After the a few 'heys' and 'where ya beens' she decided to go introduce herself. That taken care of, she wanded into the kitchen and hoped up onto one of the counters. The kitchen table was getting rather crowded after all.
Things seemed to be looking up for the little crew. There seemed to be more and more preople arriving to the house all the time, more and more people to help with the missions. Though that also meant more mouths to feed. She hoped the nearby apartments had enough food.
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Post by Mr. Anderson on Sept 7, 2009 14:26:06 GMT -7
Mitch slowly made his way to the door, peeking out of the curtans trying to spot anything that might be Moaning and Wandering in the yard. When everything looked clear he asked tim, "You sure you want to drive that monster out there. We cant have any roll-overs, and no mistakes. Good thing we had roll-over training I guess. Either way, we dont want to get up over the hill and roll that bitch and be stuck on foot, so you need to be extra careful." As he put his cigarette out onto the window seal he closed his eyes for a few seconds, flashes going through his head. Memories of his brothers in Iraq who fell, his friends that died for they're country, and for what. A world that has come down to this. Where every person was on there own. He said a quick sorry under his breath to his lost comrades and turned around slowly, examining the room's patrons. "Ethan, down stairs there is a 5th of Wild Turkey on the table, its the last of the booze and I think I will have some if we are going out there.", he said with a half witted smirk on his face. He thought to himself breifly, "Hell came to earth, and I am going to send it back." He hoped he could be what everyone expected of him, he was born as a leader, people followed him and people were inspired by him. Everyone love him, and thats what frightened him, what if he fucked up? What if he got some one killed? There was alot of potential for things to go wrong and he didnt like it one bit. He grabbed his note book off the table and ripped out a peice of paper from the back, on the sheet he wrote, 25160 S. 603 RD Grove, Oklahoma., His grandma's address. He figured that his dad was strong and smart enough to get his sister and mother to his grandma's house and hide it out. Under neath the address he wrote, "If you found this, then all of Gillette has succumb to the T-virus. Please help my family". He folded the note nicley and stuck it atop the counter underneath an empty bottle of Jack Daniels. He hoped in the back of his mind that he would be the one to pull it back out from under neath there, but anything could happen, and he knew that when you live by the fly of your pants you never had time to say your good byes. He lit another cigarette, and a cold embrace flooded over his body. He was ready to do this, and like ethan always said, "Im just here to fuck shit up.".... He turned and looked at the room one last time as he opened the door and made a run for the c-4 and the striker, "Know that." he said as he exited the house. "Know that...."
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Post by lilith on Sept 7, 2009 17:32:56 GMT -7
Tracy watched a Mitch began scribbling out a note. Her thoughts wandered back to her family. She wasn't sure what happened to them, but she was sure they were all okay. They were probably in Minnesota with the rest of the Koch family, those crazy people. They would all be fine if they stuck together.
Tracy watched as Mitch placed the note under an empty Jack Daniels bottle. She frowned and wished it were full. She didn't smoke, and refused to start that bad habit now, but she could drink, and right about now she could use one. A strong one at that. A lot of alcohol probably wouldn't be the best thing before their mission though she thought.
Tracy watched as Mitch looked at everyone in the room, and then turned to the door. Without any warning, Mitch bolted out the door. Tracy quickly ran after him. 'Some should at least watch his back,' she thought.
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Post by abaddon on Sept 7, 2009 17:55:23 GMT -7
tim couldnt help but to chuckle to himself at mitch's words. "dont worry about it bro, we dont like to drive on roads in stryker land if we can help it. as you know IED's kind of suck so unless we are conducting urben opps we off road it." at this point tim stood back up and and streached. "old jugernot over there will be able to eat up these hills like candy."
after compleating his streach tim looked around the room and took stock of what he had. as far as he knew,in there with him stood what remained of his family. he knew that these where now his own borthers and sisters. the ones he now had to look after in this time of war. this was a war alright but now it was with an enomy that was never before seen let alone fought. this wasnt just a war but a lifestile he knew that he now he had to adapt to. 'i hope im up to the task' he thought to himself as he tilted his head down and with a shake of his head.
he couldnt help but so smile as he watched mitch bult though the door. 'i guess there is only one way to find out' he thought. "lets rock this bitch" he said as he grabbed his trusty m4 and rushed forward into the unknown. as he rushed passed tracy and the others he yelled over his sholder "let go squee, we have some killin to do." he then charged out of the kitchen, down the hall, to the front door. with a smile he crossed the threshold and into the world of chaos. "the point of no return."
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Post by benny on Sept 7, 2009 20:09:43 GMT -7
In i quick decision BJ decides that he could help more ravaging the apartments, since he knew the general outline of the apartment and at least one appartment he knew of some guns and ammo in. quickly he ran in to back room and grabed robbs A-k, which he knew would have two bannana clips fully loaded, as always. grabs the ak and extra clip and heads back out turns to ethan and says, "you ready for this shit?"
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Post by Rabisu on Sept 7, 2009 20:58:29 GMT -7
He watches as Mitch bolts out the front door, knowing full well that it could end badly if things decided to take a turn for the worst. Shaking his head slightly, "Mitch, you're gonna get yourself killed, but you better come back in one piece," he thinks to himself. Perhaps he should go with, but at the same time, he dreaded seeing his best friend die right in front of his eyes. DJ knew full well that he needed to make an action and quick.
Grabbing his coffee cup he chugs down the remainer of the hot brew, as he walks to Ethen. "Alright, I think I will be heading with you, after all, we need a few people to go and get supplies, and ammuntion." His voice stern, but a little on edge, in full knowledge that he needed to keep a clear mind about him. He would do anything to help whoever fell behind, but would try his best not to put his own life in danger, or anyone else in the group for that matter.
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Post by SuPeRDaNGeRouS on Sept 7, 2009 21:50:53 GMT -7
Ethan laughs at the thought of what Mitch randomly running out there reminded him of. "LEEROOYYYY JEEEEENNNKKIIIINNNSS!"
He smiles at bj and says in a strong voice "I LIVE FOR THIS SHIT!!!" as he pulls out the machete and bursts out the door.
Ethan runs to the corner of the house and stops then crouches waiting for BJ and DJ. He then starts whispering to them "Stay behind me... DJ you cover the back.. BJ you cover the right.. and I'll cover the left. Watch your crossfire.. dont shoot each other. Move when the explosion hap."
As he speaks a zombie stumbles around the corner in front of him and he stands up and swings his machete like an axe. Hitting it just below the ear and nearly taking its head off. "Move just as the explosion happens." He whispers.
"We'll go from here to the closest stairway on the appartments. We'll clear the appartments one by one, and we wont begin collecting shit until we've cleared the ENTIRE appartment. Aight guys you understand? Dont put your weapons down until every room the the appartment we're in is cleared. We will have to be as quiet as possible, and DJ take this." he says as he hands him a black sharpe marker. "After we clear a room shut the door and put and X on the door. So we know which ones we've cleared and which ones we haven't."
He begins waiting for the explosion while keeping an eye out for any more zombies.
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