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| ishootzombies | 6th July 2012 - 11:23 PM Post #41 |
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"Ok , listen Luna , im about two hundred yard away. im coming to you, but we should meet halfway. Im sending you coordinates for the business district foodcourt , follow it with your locator." zane instructed. Slipping on his old gasmask and grabbing a bagfull of hydrazine, about 6 canisters, he stepped out of the repairshop , air sick with bile and burning flesh, even his gasmask couldn't block out the smell. His head cloudy from disgust he activated his locator and started to follow the blue line. Sweating, scared ,and paranoid he made his way through two shopping blocks before hearing anything. A loud, high pitched moan echoed through the dead halls. Immediately raising his weapon , he demanded the one who moaned to show him/her/itself . "UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE A GODDAMN ASHTRAY SHOW YOUR FU**ING SELF!" he shouted hiding his terror under a sheet of bravado. 2 minutes passed before anything happened, then out of a small shop lurched a tall figure, 8' 3" at least ....and headless. Its arms and legs connected to a torso by large tubes of muscle , dripping with blood and somehow groaning, it lurched in great strides toward Zane, he was to terrified to react in time , it grabbed him with large claws and lifted his sizable frame off the ground and started to squeeze the very life out of him. Gasping for breath and angry, Zane planted his feet on the creatures torso and kicked as hard as he could, freeing himself but landing flat on his back, the pain dulled by adrenaline. As he scrambled from the floor he noticed the creature wasnt attacking becuase he knocked it off balance and it lay still on the ground. "Ok you bastard, PAYBACK" he muttered aloud as he ran at the prone figure, stomping with as much power that he could right on its left leg. *CRUNCH* he couldn't even form a thought before the leg completely snapped were he stomped it and used the muscly tubes to wrap around his leg. "OH F***" was all he got out of his mouth before he started jumping backwards and finally falling on his ass, wrenching the dead leg off of him and hurling it back at the rest of the corpse. The other leg and both of the creatures arms had ripped themselves away from the inert torso and were starting to stand on their tentacles. "What the HELL?!" zane exclaimed as he raised his flamer and started to spew out hydrazine fire at the menagerie of limbs. Burning, tumbling, and screeching the parts died. Stepping carefully around the burning creatures, he started back towards his destination. he opened his vidlink he sent another link to Matthew " Luna , Im about halfway there, be careful i was just attacked by a headless giant who split into killer bodyparts. how is your progress?" Edited by ishootzombies, 6th July 2012 - 11:35 PM.
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| Atlas | 8th July 2012 - 09:15 PM Post #42 |
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It was all a dream, lucid, beautiful, it seemed so surreal. Everything seemed so vivid, but yet so hollow. "Tidus!" Fading back to his own reality he could see it, a plateau. Rising high all above ground all around it and peaking what seemed to be the tip of the sky. "Fitz!" Tidus reached out, his hand grasping for the wall of the gigantic rock formation, slowly he made contact with the earthly structure but, his hand passed right through. He pulled it back, scared. What was this, he shook his head and tried to snap out of this distant reality in which he was placed. Soon an overbearing buzzing began in his head, every second it grew louder and louder until it felt as if it was piercing through his skull. Then, blood started flowing down his head, reaching for the gash on his head he felt it, it was real, blood seeping from a wound on his forehead. "Goddamit Fitz, wake up!" a voice boomed. Tidus snapped out of his dream, he jolted back and quickly gained his bearings. A familiar liquid dripped down his head, the stream of the thick red liquid quickly trickled down his face and into his open mouth that was gasping for air. It was blood, he spat it out and blinked furiously as to wake him from this nightmare that he had awoken to. "You good?" the voice called, a hand extended from his direction to Tidus. "Yeah, I think so." Tidus answered, grabbing the hand he used the weight of the man and his own strength to thrust himself into a standing position. His RIG automated and his helmet slowly morphed and mechanized over his head. He dusted himself off as the bright light blue visor lights illuminated the man to his front, Ryan Holbrook. "Alright we gotta.." Ryan's voice was abruptly cut off and soon transformed into a blood curdling scream. A freakishly sharp razor blade limb cut through Ryan's torso and vertically cut upwards, splitting him in half. Gruesomely the creature behind the freakish limb grabbed Ryan by each half and continually ripped the rest of his body in half and through one half in each direction. Tidus jumped back and instantaneously sprinted off in the opposite direction. He ran as fast as he could down the long hallway, each step he took he could hear the creatures limbs hitting the floor. If he were to look back he surely knew it would give the monster enough time to catch up and give him a horrific death. He would not succumb to this, Tidus had to escape. Smoothly Tidus slid down to one knee, pulled out his Plasma Cutter, pivoted towards the monster and, unleashed a salvo of ammo at his pursuer. One by one the furry of well placed ionized-plasma rounds shredded the limbs off the demonic creature. Dropping to the ground the monster ceased to move, it fell cold to the hard steel floor, covered with the blood of its corpse. Tidus, not satisfied with his kill swiftly walked over and sent a foot through its skull, crushing any doubt in his mind that it was somehow still alive. With a dying scream the monster let out one last howl, it was over, for now. "This is Tidus Fitzgerald, EarthGov Engineer, can anyone hear this transmission?" |
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| Chubbs70000000 | 11th July 2012 - 04:15 AM Post #43 |
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Matthew, still slouched against the melted hole of the dumpster from the previous misfire by his weapon, took one last deep breath recovering from what it was he just experienced, then stood back on his feet. A head, a fu**ing head? What in Gods name is happening. Matthew grasped the sweaty, warm hilt of his plasma pistol, the barrel was still letting off traces of smoke from the constant fire he had just shot, and was at great risk of over heating. Plasma guns aren't meant for those sort of things, constant discharging of the fire arm can directly cause over heating of the plasma bolts concentrated within, which could easily turn the weapon itself into a very dangerous bomb, killing the carrier in a thick layer of molten blue plasma. An incredibly painful way to die, Matthew thought, which is the exact reason why he has never found the necessary need to risk anything by discharged his pistol against any individual in his Titan Security career, until now. His light focused directly on the charred creature that lay on the cold concrete of the Civic Square. The flayed corpse lay unmoved, with only the occasional pop of skin piercing the silent darkness in the Square. With a click of his flashlight Matthew buckled the apparatus to his shoulder pad, giving him a bright and clear vantage of his frontal surroundings. He held his now free hand out over the cold ground, with an electrical hym, he started for the direction that his dim blue locator illuminated for him. Near Cassini Towers it was set, specifically, the Business hub. "Luna, Im about halfway there, be careful I was just attacked by a headless giant who split into killer bodyparts. How is your progress?" Matthews' RIG crackled to life in a distorted vid link. It was the man who had contacted him earlier, back in the Civic Square, Taggart was his name, Zane Taggart. "Headless giant?" Matthew's response was in a whisper, "What the fu-, Taggart listen, I think we may be closer to each other than I expected. Before I received your transmission I ran into the head of a creature. Fu**ing thing almost popped my head clean off. Alright, well good news, I'll be at the food courts in a small while. Actually can see the Cassini Towers from here. Contact me when you've arrived, don't take any chances, I don't want to be responsible for shooting you by mista-" Suddenly, a loud metallic crash rang out. Matthew immediately closed the vid link, clicked his light off, and knelled down behind a tossed over bench. Slowly, he crept his head over the horizon. Blackness, nothing but blackness flooded the once populated district of the communal shopping market. His breath seemed labored as his heart began to pick up pace. Realizing his cover was insufficient, he silently crawled to one of the many cashiers desks near by. Papers, small toys, and what felt like cold liquid spotted over the white paneling floor. Without a single sound piercing the quiet market, Matthew managed to control his nerves, and to the best of his ability, his panicked breathing. With a hand supporting his body on the cold panel floor, again he peaked over the counter, his pistol humming with the cooling flow of molten plasma. With his eyes now adjusted to the darkness, he scanned the area. Movement near one of the isles caught his eye. Footsteps cleared the silence, it was the figure. The movement was, indeed, a humanoid. Matthew straightened his knees attempting to get a better visual. Through the darkness, it moved again, the silhouette was obscured, but was there. Leaning further across the counter, he examined the figure as best he could. Human legs? As his body crept over the table, his hand, just barely had nudged the cashier. With a loud bang, the object fell from the counter to the cold panel floor. "Shit." Quickly, Matthew crouched beyond the cover of the table, closing his eyes, listening for movement. The footsteps had stopped, then, as soft as a cloud, he heard the patter of feet growing louder and louder. It was coming closer. Fu**, please, not again. Edited by Chubbs70000000, 11th July 2012 - 04:19 AM.
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| ishootzombies | 11th July 2012 - 05:41 PM Post #44 |
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As Zane heard Lunas vidlink cut out with a loud crash he stared ahead, thoughts racing through his head "is he dead?" "can i reach him in time?" "what can i do?" he finally was able to break from his shock and started jogging down the corridor towards the meeting place, reloading his Flamer he swapped out the small fuel tank for a fresh one. "twenty seconds of juice is not good enough." he thought aloud to himself. He had 5 tanks of hydrazine fuel left. He came to a hardware store along the route. Without thinking he dashed in and cleared all the corners, empty, he looked around and found a circuiting bench. He quickly used a gyro-clamp to narrow the exit nozzle for the flamer, allowing it to shoot a stream much farther and hotter by also widening the pilot light nozzle. 30-35 seconds per tank now he thought. The dead shop echoed with wirring and pounding as he modified his tool , " Any moddification of equipment not authorized mehmehmehmeh" he said out loud , mocking the laws that stopped him from doing this ages ago. Finally contempt with his work he looked how long it took him. 2min 37.3 seconds. "That has GOT to be some kinda fuggin record." He exclaimed aloud. Stepping back out of the shop to the corpse of a city not yet done spasming with reflex, his foot hit a small object in the doorframe , making the small object slide 2-3 feet along the ground like the worlds grimmest hockeypuck. Zane bent down and picked it up to examine it . "A rivet gun...." he mumbled as he began to flip it over to examine it in his hand. flipping it over revealed a small hand still gripping the rivetgun, Zane to tired to be shocked "10 or 12 year old... damn shame" as he peeled of the stiff hand. He just needed something that didn't risk him becoming barbecue along with the enemy. Flipping through the settings he set its laser sight to bright green so he can be recognized . Looking up from his grim find he activated his locator to find his way back to whatever might be waiting for him at the meeting place. The halls echoing with howls of the dead and the screams of the soon-to-be. He began to jog down the hallway , as fast as he was confident in without worrying about running straight into a clusterfuc*. The lights dimming as he went. "This is it" he whispered to himself arriving at his destination, still not wanting to draw attention to himself. He crouched in the darkness of a corner of the room and scanned his eyes around the foodcourt. He saw in the darkness across the room a humanoid figure obscured in shadow, not knowing who/what it was for sure he simply stayed soundless, as the figure walked out of the room Zane silently following 30 feet behind it, trying to wait for it to get in the light to see what it was. It came to a open room with a few counters scattered, its head moving back and forth , looking around the room. with a loud crash a cash register smashed to the ground , drawing the figures attention. After 10-20 seconds the figure started to make soft strides over to the register, with a burst of speed the figure lurched over the counter and grabbed another dark figure and began pulling it onto the counter, "OH F*CKING SHIT " the second figure screamed as he was hauled up. "THATS LUNA!" zane screamed in his skull. Jumping from the darkness he raised the rivet gun to the first figures head as he screamed "DROP HIM OR I DROP YOU , YOU SONOFABITCH! I AINT GONNA COUNT TO THREE!" he screamed as he painted the head of the target in green laser light. Suprisingly the figure dropped Luna when told and stood up straight. Flicking the flashlight on the rivetgun on he saw a Human, not beast or unhuman. "luna are you alright?" he asked quickly then "Who the frak are you ?" he demanded of the second man while still pointing his rivetgun at the mans heart. |
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