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Here we go again...; Part 2 of the Zero hour story
Topic Started: Apr 28 2009, 10:47 PM (2,590 Views)
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It was dark, the night had set in quickly after they had left Meiser. Craig stared at the lights ahead, he'd set the garmin GPS for a direct route to Weirton west virginia, or at least he thought he had as far as he could tell. He checked his heading.
Now I remember why I never became a pilot... 3 fucking hours I've been sitting here, good think I kept caffeine patches around or I'd be half asleep by now... or dead...

Craig dropped down to get a closer look at the decidedly unremarkable city below. Jordan, Brian and Laken had all fallen asleep in the passenger area as far as Craig could tell, there being no sound from them for the past hour, the iPod he'd found had died on him around 15 minutes ago. All he knew was the sound of the twin engines driving the rotors at breakneck speed. He noticed a switch on the centre console marked "Night Sun" next to it was a thumb sized joystick, he considered what might happen.
"couldn't get worse."
He said to himself with a grin and a shrug. Flicking the switch, there was a clunk and the street below him was flooded in light as if the noonday sun had suddenly remembered it was supposed to be there. Craig moved the joystick, and the light moved with it. He smiled as he lent into his bubble window to watch the streets, half filled with the walking dead, some of them falling over with the sudden appearance of bright light. A tiny light of hope died inside him, deep down he'd wanted to believe the idea that Meiser was the only place that had been hit, that he'd been wrong about the government being a bunch of useless, self important meatbags, that they might have done something by now and that when they landed in Weirton that all would have been well, life would be normal and he'd be out of this clichéd horror movie plot.

A gust of wind shot through a side street and hit the tail, Craig had been so absorbed in thought that they'd already done a 180 by the time he began to fight it, he heard a twang and the rudder pedals went limp, the control cables had snapped under the stress. The chassis of the helicopter was trying to catch up with the rotors, a side door sheered it's bolts and flew off, followed closely by a person, Craig couldn't tell who it was. Another gust battered the helicopter to the side, Craig put an arm up to shield his eyes as the helicopter crashed into one of the buildings. There was no noise, it was black, why was it so quiet? Craig's vision was blurred, His arm was limp, it hurt. His vision began to clear and the cockpit came into view, it was quiet. He pulled himself from the wreckage through the smashed windscreen into an office, most of it was taken up by the body of the helicopter which had come in nose first, the room was light up by the glow from the night sun light which for some reason still had power. There was a rotor blade halfway through a wall. Craig lifted his limp right arm putting his had against the wall. He forced himself against the wall. Cracking his shoulder back into place, he let out a roar of pain. He walked over to the the passenger cabin, the door had sheered off. He climbed inside, there were two people, both were dead, he recognised them as Brian and Laken.
He pulled the rucksacks and weapons from the wreck, his SVD was missing so was the AK he'd given to Rahe, he looked at what he had:
HK Tactical USP
Benelli M4
M4 Carbine
M110
and his trust machete. His machete and his HK USP were already secured and holstered, just in-case of such an event. He was glad so many weapons had survived the crash, and ended up on his side, He reasoned that Jordan had either fell to his death, was lying in another building after flying through a window or landed on a roof nearby. He secured the M110 in the left weapon holder on his back, the M4 on his right and the shotgun at the bottom.
Not the best setup in the world but it'll work for now.
He used his radio, assuming that Jordan would have Rahe's receiver as the bag of supplies seemed to have flown out with him.
"If anyone is there answer this call, we have 2 dead 1 out of contact and 1 very fucked up helicopter."
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Jordan's head slopped onto his shoulder,the flight had been long and he was really tired,he had been asleep for a little while but he had just jerked back awake,he rubbed his eyes and looked out the window into the darkness outside,from the the very faint outlines he could see Jordan thought they were above some kind of populated area,and when a light suddenly came on he found he was right,the place they were above was a city and it was just like Meiser,that meaning the streets were littered with zombies,just like Meiser,just like everywhere else probably.
Is like this all over the world...probably is now that I think about it
The thought flew into his head and it just made Jordan feel a little depressed,so he turned from the window showcasing the zombie filled city and just tried to sleep again,but this was quickly interrupted by the helicopters sudden jerk to the side,it spun round and then there were a lot of uneasy sounds bashing out from all round,things had clearly wrong
What the fuck is he doing
Jordan was screaming this inside his head as he gritted his teeth and clung to the chair with all his strength,but he just couldn't hold on,one of the side doors flew open and Jordan lost his grip,and he went straight threw the open door,quickly followed by a supply bag. Jordan flew through the air for several feet,he was outside for a couple of seconds before he crashed threw a thick window,the glass shattered and several small shards tore through his skin and until he finally cracked of the solid floor,and he felt the supply bag hit his back and fall over next to him. Jordan pushed his body up of the floor,all of which was in extreme pain,there were small bits of glass in Jordan's arms which he had to pull out,which was far from pleasant for him and small trickle of blood ran from his forehead into his left eye,as Jordan stood up he felt something pressing against his leg,which turned out,to his great surprise,to be the gun he used in Meiser.
"Well OK one nice thing came out of that"Jordan muttered to himself,he shot a glance at the supply bag on the floor,he hoped it contained another weapon,but he realised it belonged to Rhae which meant there could be bandages and painkillers.
Jordan quickly grabbed the bag of the floor and unzipped it,at which point it gave a crackle and then a faint voice said something after that. Jordan realised the voice belonged to Craig,as Jordan dug through the bag for the receiver he thought about what Craig had just said,that was there were two dead,which meant Laken and Brian had both been killed in the crash,he felt sorry for them,but it didn't really affect Jordan that much,after all this started he realised he would have to get used to the idea of seeing people dying,after a couple more seconds Jordan found the radio,he quickly held the button and growled into the receiver
"Where the fuck did you learn to fly you idiot,for the love of god,could that have went any worse than it did,you fuckin retard"
Edited by Jordan454, Apr 28 2009, 11:32 PM.
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Craig heard Jordan's slightly distorted voice come over the radio.
must've taken a hit during the 'landing'...
"Yeah it's good to hear from you too, and yeah it could've been infinitely worse, we could've been crippled and landed in the street with all the zombies, then been eaten slowly as we tried to escape. So where are you and what do you have?"

Craig clambered round the nose of the helicopter to the light which still burned brightly. With great effort he began to sweep the nearby buildings till he located one with a window smashed through around the 14th floor.

"I think I have you, you're on the 14th floor across the street from me. Be careful mate, the streets are turning against us."

Craig forced the night sun down onto the streets below. He grabbed what ammo had survived the crash on his side, secured the radio to his combat jacket and moved towards the door of the office. He drew his pistol and turned on the light attached to it. He opened the door slowly and moved into an open plan office area, that was strangely undisturbed.
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Jordan sighed slightly as he listened to Craig's distorted reply over the radio,he glanced down at the supply bag in his hands, there was enough to keep him alive for a little while,unfortunately the ammo for Jordan's gun was in another bag so he knew his own weapon wouldn't last him long,ten dead zombies,that is if he didn't miss a shot,he had no idea what Rhae had been carrying,he just hoped it had a lot of ammo and was reliable. Craig finished speaking,Jordan thought it was good to know he was OK as well,although at that point time it wasn't exactly the first thing on his mind,he began to think things through then he lifted the receiver up to his mouth,Craig had said he was across the street and the streets weren't that great a place to be at this point in time
"I've got Rhae's supply bag and ma weapon,a suppose it could be worse,anyway al try an find a way out of here,you be careful as well mate,this isn't Meiser,this is a whole new game and it looks like its goin to be a bit harder this time"he said calmly as he sat down the receiver.
Jordan stuck his hand inside the bag and managed to find some bandages,he slowly dressed the small wounds on his arms,they weren't major cuts but it still wasn't nice to have blood running down his arms every couple of seconds,after the bandages were tightly wrapped and tied Jordan went over to the door,he removed lifted his gun and had it at the ready,he swung the supply bag over his back then slowly reached for the handle of the door,Jordan tried to twist it but it wouldn't budge and there was no way to unlock it from this side
"Fuck"he spat as he took a couple of step's back "Guess I have to kick this shit in"
Jordan ran forward and gave the door a powerful kick,it shook but didn't open,he tried again and it looked like it was starting to move,after two more kicks the door was pretty beat up and on the forth it finally gave in,it swung round with a clatter and Jordan stepped out into the hall with his gun raised and at the ready
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Craig moved out into the main office, his LED light cutting through the darkness like a hot knife through butter, and then rebounding to create an ambient light that light the area around him softly. He moved through the room like a tourist, making wrong turns into cubicles and getting turned around.

"Fuck sake, where the hell am I? They should have maps for places like this."

He walked into the nearest cubicle and climbed up on the desk, he used his torch to find the direction of the nearest stairwell, then after climbing down and attaching a second torch that he'd found in one of the cubicles to his shoulder he holstered his gun and drew the machete. He began to hack through the badly made divisible walls in the direction of the stairwell, luckily it was only 2 cubicles till he hit a pathway straight to it. He sheathed the machete and drew his pistol again, turned off the second torch and turned on the mounted torch. He moved down the stairwell as quickly as he could stopping halfway to take a breather.

"For *pant* the love *pant* of god *pant*"

He sat down against the wall the sign said he was on floor 8. He was surprised and thankful that he'd found no zombies so far and that the helicopter crashing into the building hadn't compromised the stairwells, or at least the one he'd found. A few moments passed, Craig was just about to to get up when he heard the scuffing of shoes on office carpet behind the door next to him. He froze, he couldn't tell if it was someone that was injured or a lone zombie moving through the rooms.
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The lights in the apartment corridor were going from off to slight flickers,leaving most of the corridor in almost complete blackness due to lack of windows,the corridor was empty,dry crusted blood was all up different parts of the walls and an discarded maids trolley was lying on the floor,the whole place was in silence and Jordan now felt very uneasy,he scanned the corridor slowly with his gun raised,he took small quiet steps,the place was still silent but a zombie could be appear at any time.
Jesus its quiet,its fuckin creepy,a think ad welcome a zombie right about now,but still a better meet up with Craig,a wonder where the lift is in place
Jordan picked up his pace by just a little,but he was still cautious and kept his gun at the ready,he reached the discarded trolley and was slowly stepping over it,but his foot caught the edge,causing the trolley move and clatter,and Jordan tripped over and slammed into a wall,it barely even hurt him but Jordan was more worried about the noise he made
"Shit a might a fucked up big time,am glad there's no living people around to actually laugh just now" he grumbled as he pushed himself off the wall "A hope no dead people heard that"
The corridor remained silent,no groans of the undead suddenly appeared so Jordan was a little relieved,but he was now even more on edge,he clenched the gun tightly and he was starting to sweat,his steps were slower and even quieter than before,but to him Jordan thought he making far to much noise,he shuddered slightly
"God damn this creepy,its to quiet,a need to hear something apart from ma own footsteps,hell ad settle for dance,or even death metal music blasting out"he sighed,after laughing slightly he walked by one of the apartment doors,there was suddenly a very low grown,then followed by a very large thump on the door "HOLY SHIT!"
Jordan fell backwards into the wall,in sheer panic he raised his gun and fired three shots into the wooden door,it tore three large holes,and there was some sort of groan in pain heard behind it,but Jordan didn't wait to hear it,forgetting his previous cautious attitude,he ran down the corridor looking for way out
"Fuck,where the hell is the lift!"he growled as he ran round a corner,he ran another two meters then turned another corner till he found it,the lifts clear metal door were surprisingly clean compared to the blood ridden corridors.Jordan wiped the sweat from his forehead and reached for the call button,but he stopped just short of pressing the button and quickly thought things over
I could come out on a floor full of zombies and it would take a a couple of seconds for the doors to close again,that would leave me kinda open to attack,so maybe a wont take the lift
Jordan looked around and saw that just along from the lift was a door with a small green exit sign above it leading to the stairs,he walked over and opened it,it was a little dark but he could see that it looked clear
"OK the stairs it is then" Jordan grumbled as he began to make his way down
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There was a huge crash as a helicopter came spiralling out of nowhere. Arianna and Dog ran from where she had been perched on her bike. She saw the flames spike out and with a desperate hope she plunged in the belly of the building hoping to find people. Arianna and Dog made their way around the decrepit building. It looked like it may have been an office of some sort wires and lights hung from the ceiling creating odd decoration. Dog snuffled this way and that through the debris his dark pelt barely standing out in the gloom. There was a sound that she could not place, a hacking noise. She swore and drew her silenced pistol from its holster. The Zombies would be drawn in by the crash, she didn't know how fast they would come but she was in danger if she stayed too long. Dog growled deep in his throat and stood by her side his teeth shining white and glistening with spittle. She took a few steps towards the where he was growling and began to turn around a corner around the seventh or eighth floor when she caught the sight of a person sitting down. Instantly her guard was up. She levelled her pistol at the figure, ready to fire if she'd just found a hungry zombie. She called softly.
"Are you man or zombie?"

The fur on the scruff of Dog's neck was raised, his body ready to pounce, the spiked fur glittered in the dim light of the stairwell, giving him a fierce, almost like a hell hound made manifest. Arianna's hair moved slightly in the light breeze coming up the stairwell, doing nothing to detract from how threatening they must've looked.


[It's ok to add small detail, like say the dog's coat, your own hair, how your clothes move and look at the time, how well you can see. You may be able to make a bit out of the fact a helicopter just crashed into the building above you. Don't be scared to use random, pointless detail.]
[I'll also send some gun models your way so you can have a better idea of what you have on you.]

I've added some detail in white, it's for reference and entirely up to you if you want to keep it.

~Hydros
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Craig looked round in surprise as a young woman called up to him demanding to know if he was a zombie or not, her pistol aimed firmly at him, this in fact startled him so much that he wore a look of disbelief and forgot all about the fact he was holding a gun of his own, and had, had a bad enough day as it was, without some random person appearing in stairwells, scaring him half to death and then demanding for him to identify himself. Her dog was a point for recognition as well, he didn't fancy his odds if this pair turned out to be hostile, that dog looked like it would make it to him before he got a shot off, then it was just up to the girl to execute him.
Wait a minute... Is she Irish?

It was only now that he noticed he blazing red hair, tied back into a ponytail. She looked like she was dressed entirely in black, but it was hard to tell with the trickle of light that was used to light the entire stairwell. The shuffling noise snapped him out of his trance, it was up near the door now, it hit the door with a soft thump and squelch which told Craig that whatever was behind the door wasn't human, or wouldn't be for very much longer. Craig pushed out from the wall, moving into the centre of the platform, he was crouched, and directly facing the door. It was less than a second before he'd took aim, and emptied three slugs into the door, each progressively higher than the last. Each shot had light up the stairwell with a brilliant golden flash and left a ringing in his ears as the noise had echoed off the concrete walls. It was only now he'd noticed that his suppressor had broken off in the crash.
Damnit!

Whatever had been on the other side of the door now slid down making noises only a corpse could make. blood trickled from the bullet holes, and as the body passed each one a thin column of light shone through. Craig turned back to the girl who'd gave him such a fright just a moment ago.
"Put yer gun down lass, I'm as human as the day I was born. My name is Craig, I'm a Sargent in a private army you'll never have heard of. Not that it matter much now, what with all the zombies walking around."
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There was a shuffling behind the door and the man reacted immediatly killing whatever the creature behind the door. Once it was quiet again she lowered her pistol that she held in her right hand. Dog's growling intensified as she lowered it. She put her left hand on his head. "Shush Dog" With that he stopped his growling and sat down, but his mouth remained in a snarl.

She smiled at the man. "Sorry he doesn't like males much. My name is Arianna and this is Dog. Sorry we frightened you." She detected an accent in his voice but would wait untill later to ask. She held out a hand for him to shake. Dog jumped up and snarled again. Arianna sighed and pointed at the stairwell. "Dog scout" She ordered. Dog took a last look before trotting down the stairs. "He'll tell us if there are zombies to worry about. We should probably start moving before the all get here, that helicopter will attract them for sure. Is there anyone else with you?

Dog trotted down the stairs checking every door he came upon. His nose couldn't pick up any scent of zombie. His toenails clicked on the stairs and he snorted softly. He made it all the way to the first floor with no scent of zombie. He approached the doors. they were broken off their hinges and the glass was broken. He trotted forward ears erect. He peered outside and found several zombies headed their way. He turned swiftly and started up the stairs again in a run. he did not bark, he knew the consequences of that. He smelled the scent of his master and the male human with her. He shook his head and spurred himself forward.
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Jordan leaned over the banister of the eight floor gasping for air,he had climbed down six floors and he was already exhausted,he wasn't the fittest person in the world but he knew most people would be tired by now,the supply bag he was carrying should have some water in it so Jordan dug around until he found a full sealed bottle,he unscrewed the cap and downed a third of the water then he but the bottle back in the bag,he took a deep breath then started his descent again
Just eight more floors till a reach the bottom,then al be at the front entrance,which could have zombies,and the front entrance leads to the streets,which are infested with zombies,my luck really fuckin sucks

After about ten minutes of non stop running down stairs Jordan was nearing the bottom,he had just reached the third floor,he noticed on his way down the occasional black crusted blood stain on the wall,the were no corpses or zombies,what ever happened due to the fact the blood stain was black it happened a while ago. Jordan continued on down the stairs until he reached the bottom and approached a nearby door
"Finally,now to see if am havin to fight my outside"he said quietly
Jordan opened the door very slowly,keeping his gun at the ready he slowly looked around,it was a plain entrance area with a reception desk,but there were zombies,three to be exact,one was just behind the reception desk but the other two were very close to the door
"Shit,that just fuckin great"Jordan spat as he made his way forward,he was very quiet and kept his back to the wall slowly sliding along,he reached the edge and raised the gun,pointing it at the nearest of the two close to the door,taking very careful aim Jordan fired,the gunshot echoed round the hall as the bullet went through the zombies skull causing a small burst of blood to spurt from his head,the shot had alerted the other two so Jordan quickly moved forward,he didn't have time to take descent aim at the second zombie so he just raised the gun again and fired three shots,all three struck the zombie in the chest area causing it to slow down so Jordan fired another shot into its head and then moved towards the door
Jordan got to the door and was going to open it when he remembered the third zombie,he looked round it was still a fair distance away but if it came up behind him when he was in the street he was done for,he turned and aimed the gun at the zombie,he had two shots left,trying to take careful aim Jordan fired,the bullet tore through the side of the zombies neck,it staggered but kept on moving. Jordan fired again,it was his last shot and it more badly aimed than the fist one,due to the nervousness of it being his last shot Jordan had screwed up the aiming and sent the bullet through the zombies knee cap,but lucky for him it caused the zombie to fall and it was unable to pick its self back up.
Jordan put one hand on the handle of the door then used his free hand to dig out the radio,he held the recier up to his mouth and hit the button
"Craig I'm at the bottom floor of the building,just about to step out into the zombie infested streets,my gun is empty I think have Rhae's weapon in the bag somewhere but it wont be enough,I need some back up and I need it fast"
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