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Post by Mr. Anderson on Sept 7, 2009 14:32:25 GMT -7
Being the first to the striker, mitch quickly slammed the hatch open and threw the two arm fulls of C-4 inside. He quickly jumped in and looked for who would follow him outside, outside into the arms of hell. As a single zombie came closing in across the lawn he laughed to himself and said, "You mother Fucker." BOOM, the ring of the Tactical Shot-gun sang out to all those with in distance to hear it. The zombie's half rotten flesh proved to be of no resistance to nearly 1000 pellets that slamed into his chest. He was quickly ripped in half and laugh squirming on the lawn. Mitch grin and spat out at the zombie and waited for the other to reach the Striker, he knew his actions were brash, and alittle fast, but Cpt Pearson told him one time that Chaos was mans greatest ally and enemy. So what would make people think, what would make people act, a little chaos.
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Post by lilith on Sept 7, 2009 17:44:14 GMT -7
Dagger drawn, Tracy sprinted after Mitch, glad he was the first one out so he could open up the hatch to the tank. She watched as Mitch obliterated a zombie that came to close to tank, the sound of the shot-gun ringing in her ears.
As she finally reached the tank, she looked up to see Mitch grinning about the zombie he had killed. She quickly sheathed her dagger and began to scramble through the tank hatch. Once inside the tank, she paushed for a moment to catch her breath before she began her seach for a firearm to help Mitch cover the area until Tim got to the tank, even though she was sure he could handle the job. Besides, she was sure Tim wouldn't be too far behind.
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Post by abaddon on Sept 7, 2009 19:10:37 GMT -7
like a demon made flesh tim burst out of the house with his weapon at the high ready, ready to destroy anything that got in his way. as he approched the stryker he noticed that a small group of zombies had already started to form around the APC. as he lined up his sights on his first kill he heard the unmistakable roar of a shot gun near by and his pray nearly disintegrated in front of him. that son of a bitch.
as he began to approch the front of the stryker however another one of the infected stumbled around the front left side of the truck, but only to find the barral of a rifle in its face and a bullet in its head as tim issued its final experation date. no sooner had the corps fell to the ground had tim finely reached the top of the stryker and starded to kick the lever to the drivers hatch open.
as he entered his green stallion of death tim couldnt help but to notice the m2 50. call mounted on the remote weapon system and as he sat down into the drivers seat he couldnt help but to wish that he stll had ammo for that monster of a gun. this truck would really be hell on weels it did and the other groop could really use it if they needed a little support by fire.
"hey mitch, you and tracy grab a CVC and put it on." tim shouted through the hell hole after closing the hatch. "the spare m4 and LBE should still be on the vc chair. help tracy with her shit, stick your heads outside the airguard hatch and let me know when your ready to rock."
with practiced hands tim quickly turned the power on to the stryker and the beast churped to life. as he waited for the system to load up and all of the gages to set he to put on his CVC and listened for the static from the internal comms. to his releaf they where still working. it had been a while sence he had to even consider using them. not sence langston died anyway...
once the gages set he flipped the switch that started the stryker and with the roar of the mighty turbine engine the beast awoke like a phantom from the grave, ready to savagely and murcisly bring all that lives to its grave.
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Post by Mr. Anderson on Sept 7, 2009 19:28:46 GMT -7
Mitch quickly showed tracy how to put her LBE on, and grabbed his comm set. He peared out of the side hatch and shouted to tim over the head set, "Lets rock this bitch... we have to get moving for the other to come out." He then reloaded the one shell missing from his shot gun. He hadn't seen this kind of action sence his days in Iraq, he kind of missed that feeling. It was always there bothering him in the back of his head, he knew he could do more. Not for this country, and not for self gradification, but for his brothers. He wanted to much to make sure to bring them all home, but he didn't like the thought of watching those he grew fond of dieing. It tore him up alittle inside. He cracked his head to the left, and then to the right, with a wicked smile the rubbed some of the blood off of his face and stuck the barrel of his shot gun outside of the hatch and into the chest of a zombie, lettin that fucker feel the business end of his boom-stick. With another zombie dispatched he laughed out loud in the most wicked of manners, he almost forgot for a minute where he was, have a few flash backs. "Eat shit you dirty fuckers.", he scream out at the top of his lungs. 'Know That.', he thought to himself.
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Post by abaddon on Sept 8, 2009 1:16:17 GMT -7
"roger that" said tim with a sadistic laph as he punched the parking break, put the beast into gear and stomped on the accellerater. with a learch and a ghost like howl promissing death the 21 ton titon proceeded to move forward trampalling a zombie unfortunit enough to find itself in the way under its 8 massive weals. with a crunch the zombie was reduced to nothing short of a gooie mess. the bastard never stood a chance.
"when i give you two the word be prepared to dismount," tim said into the CVC. "when we reach the hill, if its clear you to will dismount the stryker and set the explosives while i get out of the drivers seat and cover you. after you two are finished hall ass back into the stryker so i can get us out of the blast area."
as the stryker neared the top of the hill there was a small group of zombies waiting for them, just as tim had suspected. with a sadisctic glee tim pulled the stryker tord the goup of zombies and punched the accelerater, guiding the mighty stryker into the doomed croud with a near unstopable furry making quicky if not messy work of the zombies.
"silly zombies never learn," he said out loud."nothing can stop the jugernot"
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Post by lilith on Sept 8, 2009 8:00:10 GMT -7
Tracy thanked Mitch for helping her with her LBE and then sat back while the large tank began it trek up the hill. It was nothing like being in a plane. This think was HUGE! If planes were this armored they could fall out of the sky and be okay. Then again, if planes were that armored they wouldn't be able to move.
Deciding she needed to join the party, she looked around for her comm set. Quickly locating one, she put it on, just in time to hear Tim's directions for when they got to the hill. She was a little nervous, having no prior military training or anything like that. She was just a college student. 'Not anymore though,' she thought.
As the tank began to approach the top of the hill, Tracy felt the tank lurch forward. 'Must be a group of zombies for Tim to crush. I bet he's squirming around up there like a giddy little school girl.' Sure enough Tim spoke a sentance invloving the word silly into the CVC.
"Silly Tim, how can you expect anything to learn if you kill it before it can share its intelligence."
After stretching her arms above her head she turned to Mitch. "Are you ready for this?"
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Post by Mr. Anderson on Sept 8, 2009 14:57:01 GMT -7
Mitch laughed sadisticly as the 1 ton hell cat began to move and looked as tracy in reply, "I'm just here to fuck shit up!" He continued to laugh as he looked out the windows mocking the zombies screaming, "You want some of this don't you mother fucker." Things were finally moving along, and the rush of battle was starting to hit him again. A feeling he hadn't felt in a long time, sence his days in war. The bloodlust was coming back to him, and he felt like killing. In truth he didnt really have any other feelings, he lost the responsible collective side of him the second he left the house, and now he truly was here just to fuck some shit up. When the wheeled hell machine finaly came to a screetching halt at the top of the hill Mitch dismounted like he had trained for countless times in the military. With his shotgun ready, a belt full of rounds, and a brick of C-4 he planed on making some of his Former nieghbors feel pain for the second time. As he dismounted and unloaded a single round into the waiting maw of a zombie, his eyes went bloodshoot and he lost himself for a few seconds in his killing frenzy. As he placed his brick of C-4 on the ground, he seen the valorous group lead by ethan making a sprint across the lawn for the appartment complex, he muttered to himself, 'God Speed' as he dispatched a second zombie with his second round. He turned to check the progress of his two comrades, he had hoped they were ready to fight. Some people he had known in the past buckled under the presser of combat, much like he did the first time he had been invovled in it. To his suprise things looked as if they were going to be successful. Out of the corner of his eye, he swore he spotted a car, driving on 4-J rd, but a closing in Zombie quickly stole his concentration closing much closer than he liked, he had to butt-stroke to the head and hold. When the zombie toppled over on his back, Mitch put his boot in its chest and unloaded his third round into its cranium. He looked down at the headless corpse and spoke softly to it, 'Know that."
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Post by lilith on Sept 8, 2009 16:45:21 GMT -7
Tracy jerked forward slightly as the hefty tank came to a halt at the top of the hill. They had finally made it. Desperate to prove that she wasn't completely useless, she grabbed her brick of C-4 and followed Mitch out onto the hill, gun in hand. She had looked over the gun quickly in the tank and thought she had figured the thing out.
Quickly scanning the area, Tracy began to rush towards the spot where she would place her share of the explosives. She halted her progress when a zombie began sauntering towards her. Praying for good aim and good luck, she aimed her new M4 towards the shambling corpse, and fired. It seems that her prayers we answered, as the zombie was struck in the face. Maybe that archery practice in high school had paid off for something.
'Hopefully I can keep killing those zombies with just one shot,' she thought to herself. 'I don't want to waste what little amunition we have available. We're probably going to need it later. That always seems to be the case in movies.'
After checking the area again for zombies, she proceeded to the spot she wanted to place her brick of C-4, and carefully set the explosives on the ground. After another quick glance for zombies, she began to make her way back to the tank. She shot a quick glance to Mitch, and then followed his gaze to their other companions heading out to the nearby apartment complex.
"Good luck and come back safe guys," she mumbled to herself.
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Post by abaddon on Sept 10, 2009 1:31:46 GMT -7
it was just before tim stoped the stryker that he began to drop the ramp so the others could dismount and once the truck finely came to a stop he began to shout "dismount, dismount, dismount." as he pulled the parking break grabed his m4 and crawled out of the hatch.
as he took a knee on top of the stryker, he noticed that both tracy and mitch where already on top of things, frantically running to emplace the c4. they wherent going to be alone for long however because he also noticed that more zombies where also on there way up to great them. with his weapon sholderd in his loving embrace tim began taking well aimed shots into the oncoming hord as tracy and mith began to emplace the explosives, and as the murcyless hord began to gather and approch there position.
zombie after zombie fell to the earth with each pull of the trigger and whenever one of the undead began to near there position on top of the hill he was nearly always succesfull in making shure that the bastards whould never make it. as more and more approched however he began to realise that he would not be able to keep up his defence forever. adventually the hill would be over run and soon after taken by an army of the walking dead if something wasnt done soon. the dead where slowly taking ground as it was and he would soon run short of ammo to stop them.
it was then that saw the other team heading there way to the appartments. 'come back safe my brothers' he thought to himself, and soon began to wonder if he would see any of them again.
"hurry up with that shit!" he shouted to mitch and tracy as he dropped yet another zombie. "we have to get a move on time NOW!"
time began to slow down as he battled to provide the cover that his friends needed to get there portion of the job done. for a second he nearly lost himself in the moment as a fealing of peace over took him. there was only himself, his weapon, and his enomy that fatefull day on top of the hill and the only thing that mattered to him was to destroy everything that came anywhere near there position in a storm of wrath. the only thing that mattered was death. he snapped out of is as he saw tracy running back in order to take shelter inside of the stryker with mitch not to far behind her. he couldnt help but to smile at the phinomina that had just occured inside of him for he knew that the demon had finely broke its cage.
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Post by lilith on Sept 10, 2009 7:50:23 GMT -7
Tracy got of a few more shots with her new M4 while she maneuvered herself back to the tank, back to safety. Some of the shots hit, some of the shots missed, but overall she felt pretty good about herself. She couldn't help but grin after watching a zombie topple over, dead by her hands. The mood began to overtake her, and as she dropped another zombie she couldn't help but shout. "Take that you zombie bitch!"
Nearing the tank, Tracy shot a quick glance up at Tim. 'He looks like he's in a trance,' she noted. He seemed to be completely focused on his task at hand, providing cover fire for the other two living souls on top of the hill. 'He's in a zombie killing coma,' she deduced smiling. Her thoughts briefly wandered back to discussing 'driving comas' and 'food comas' in one of her school classes.
As Tracy's gaze locked with Tim's, he seemed to snap out of his trance. Tracy quickly looked around to see if any zombies were approaching her position and noticed that Mitch was making his way back to the 21 ton death machine known as the Stryker. Tim seemed to be doing his job pretty well since there were no zombies getting too close to either her or Mitch. There were plenty that were trying though. Tracy knew that they better hurry to the Stryker. Tim couldn't hold off all the zombies forever, and doing so would be a huge waste of ammo.
Tracy reached the tank and stood near the ramp to make sure Mitch got to the tank alright. While she waited she sent out a quick prayer that the other group was having as much sucess as her little group seemed to be having. 'The mission isn't over yet though,' she added.
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Post by Mr. Anderson on Sept 10, 2009 18:50:01 GMT -7
Mitch smiled at the carnage flowing on all sides of him, one after another zombies where falling to the ground. Tim was providing a good amount of support fire from atop the Striker, but as fate would have it he would soon be out of ammo. Mitch knew that he was probibly getting low, and desided to throw the last pound of C-4 and turn for the truck. Thats when it all went to shit. As he turned around he was greeted by a single Zombie, he was going to dispatch of the zombie and get a move on, but something stoped him. He looked at it up and down and almost fell over. This zombie was Branden Applegate. A long time friend of mitch, somewhere down inside he had hoped that Branden would pull through. He was waiting for the day that He would arrive at his house. But things hit mitch like a tank, when he looked into the eyes of his life long friend and seen nothing but the cold embrace of darkness. This no longer was his friend, this thing had no recollection of Mitch at all. It was just another zombie, but why was it so hard to walk away. It was allready to late to by the time Mitch heard the screams of Tim and Tracy. He found himself surrounded by around fifty zombies, and he had no dirrection to run. He tried a few evasive stances and tryed to get around them, but quickly realised he was going no where fast. As the horde slowly crept up on him he shouted out to the others in the Striker, "You help my brother! No matter what!" The sea of zombies flooded over him and the last sounds anyone could hear was the last 5 explosions coming from the end of Mitch's Shotgun. He wasnt ready to die. He was a fucking hero, what the fuck happend. With zombies quickly moving every direction it was impossble to spot mitch and there was a minimal chance of him even surviving being knee deep in zombie shit like he was. Your only choice was to get the heck out of there, he was done for. One of the planted C-4 had to have sparken on something somewhere inside the zombie horde, because it pre-fired with no trigger and blew away at least to your eye 65 zombies. "Know that.", where his last words.
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Post by abaddon on Sept 11, 2009 0:52:32 GMT -7
more and more bodies started to pile up in and around the hill top as tim continued to punish the on comming hord with a storm of lead wrath, but with every zombie he killed more just took its place as they continued to slowly take the hill.
mitch finished placeing his last explosive as tracy made it to the stryker and was about to make his way to truck as well when something happened. mitch froze in place. with an army of the walking dead heading to there door step this was the last thing they needed right now and shurly he could see that the hill will be over run if he didnt make his way back now.
"mitch, move your ass now!" tim shouted on the top of his longs as he fired two more rounds. "we have to get moving right fucking now!"
as he realised that mitches attention was completly fixed on one of the zombies on the hill tim quickly put his sights on the back of his head and instantly understood why mitch froze in the first place. a long time friend of tim and mitch alike, tim had both hoped and prayed that brandon would have made it through this disaster alive and would in turn have made it to mitch's place unharmed. the bottom of his stomick nearly dropped when he found brandon in his sights and he fought to maintain his composure as the ralisation dawned on him.
after a second he fired on his former friend, but his hands where shaking to much to make it a clean shot. he missed entierly. he then took another shot but it mearly impacted brandons left shoulder. the impact didnt even fase him.
"mitch.... run!" tim shouted once more as he took aim on old friend and pulled the triger. the bullet punched into the back of brandons head and he fell insteantly like a rag doll on to the ground, but by time brandons body hit the ground however mitch had already been serounded.
tim refused to give up, in fact the siduation made him push into the enomy even harder, doing everything he could to help his friend escape. his efferts would only prove to be in vain. it had finely come to the point where there where so many of them that mitch was no longer visable. mitches last standed ended in 5 blasts from his shot gun before silence over took the croud.
the explotion that followed nearly cleared the entire hill top of the walking dead as it sent a shock wave which rocked the entire area. the force of the blast hit tim like a frait train and send him flying off of the top of the stryker to the ground below. blinding pain shoot through his body as he layed on the ground beside the stryker struggling to gain his breat from the impact with the ground below. as he tryed to get up his head felt like it wayed a ton and after one failed atempt to stand he fell back to his knees, light headed and disorintated. he waited where he was for a moment or two for his head to clear up before he made his second attempt to stand, but stumbled over, catching himself on the side of the stryker. using the truck for ballance so not to fall flat on his face, tim then started to move to the rear of the stryker in order to check on tracy, his fioncee and love of his life
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Post by SuPeRDaNGeRouS on Sept 11, 2009 4:26:24 GMT -7
Out of nowhere Ethan runs up and sees Tim stumbling toward the back of the stryker. He runs straight to him and helps him up straight and climbs into the back of the stryker. "You guys ok?" he asks. "wait.. wheres mitch..." he says as he looks around franticly.
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Post by lilith on Sept 11, 2009 19:07:53 GMT -7
Tracy watched horrified as Mitch froze and quickly became surrounded by zombies. She couldn't believe her eyes. She didn't dare use her M4 as her aim wasn't that good yet and she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she missed at hit Mitch on accident. She drew her dagger and moved forward towards Mitch. She wasn't sure what she could do though so she stopped and watached helplessly. She was completely frozen with terror for her comrade, her brother.
When the explosion went off and knocked her back, it didn't even register in her mind. She was completely frozen, completely numb. Her eyes remained fixed on the charred spot where Mitch had stood only seconds before.
When Tim stumbled around the corner with Ethan in tow, Tracy didn't even register it. Tim's shouts to her passed straight through her ears without her even attempting to comprehend them. She just sat there on the ground, blood pouring down her face from a cut on her scalp. She couldn't believe her eyes. It couldn't have happened. Not Mitch.
Tim was forced to drag his stunned fiancee back to the tank. She was set on the floor of the massive vehicle, propped against a wall. Seconds later her head lolled to the side and everything went black. Peace at last.
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Post by abaddon on Sept 14, 2009 11:55:44 GMT -7
ethan seemed to come out of a dream as he took tims arm and wraped it around the back of his neck in order to assist him to the stryker. on there way to the inside of the stryker, he noticed tracy standing in the field just outside of the stryker with a shocked look on her face. 'well' he thought to himself, 'at least she is ok then.'
when ethan asked what happened to mitch, the memory of what had happened hit him like a boot to the chest, and he found himself at a loss of words. how could he break it to ethan, his friend and brother, that mitch did not make it?
"ethan..." he said as he began to stand up and walk out of the stryker. "... im sorry... the explotion... i dont think he made it."
as he said that he began to walk out into what remained of the battle field in hopes to find a sigh of his old friend. all around him there where nothing but boddies all around him, many of whom where blown appart from the explotion, and a fiew that where so badly chared that there where no way of knowing who the boddie parts belonged to. looking around there was no sigh of mitch of anywhere, but with the condition of the boddies that remained, that didnt mean he wasnt up there. as he continued to look around he noticed a grupe of zombies making there way to he hill. the grupe, though not particularly large by any means, was still big enough to make tim not want to stick around when then finely arived.
as tim began to walk back to the stryker he noticed what looked like a small ghoat trail (as they call it in recon land) leading up to the hill. keeping in mind that ethan was now with them now he didnt at first look into it that much, as he continued to the stryker however something about the trail stoped him. when he took a second look at it he noticed that the trail not only lead away from the hill top, but it went in a direction that logicaly ethan wouldnt have taken. tim then called to ethan and pointed the trail out to him as he did so. as much as he wanted to follow it however the treail ended as to reached a road, and with the group of zombies approaching they wouldnt be able to in the first place. they would be zombie food before they knew it.
and so it was tim went back over to tracy whe was now on her knees still in shock from the trama that had occured. he had seen this kind of thing all to many times when he still worked at the fire department. he would have to practically carry her back to the truck. when they finely made it tim set tracy down on one of the seats, grabed the CLS bag that was packed with medical gear, gave it to ethan and showed him how to raise the ramp from inside of the stryker so he could do so as tim climed out of the top of the truck and into the drivers seat.
as they reached the house tim parked the stryker, turned it off, and went to the rear of the stryker to get everyone inside of the house. as he oppened the ramp door and stepped inside to grab tracy he told ethan to grab the CLS bag and meet him inside with the others. tracy was already passed out when he got to her tracy was already passed out, but ethan being the guy he was already started to bandage her. 'good man' he thought to him self as he picked her up and halled her out of the stryker, making shure it was closed up as he went. 'that man was one hell of a hero today.'
after laying tracy down, finished the bandages, and made shure she was comfertable, tim went out to the kitchen and grabed a shot glass and the bottle of wild turkey ethan grabed earlier. as he pored himself a shot he thought back to she ghoat trail he found earlier and wondered what tha posabilities where that mitch did survive after all.
"hey ethan," he said as he pored the drink, "we need to discuss the posabilities of mitch still being alive and where he would go if he was so we can mount a resque mission in case he is still out there. any ideas?' uppon filling he glass he raised a silent toast as a sigh of respect for the dead hoping that his good friend wasnt now one of them
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