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| Here we go again...; Part 2 of the Zero hour story | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 28 2009, 10:47 PM (2,585 Views) | |
| [RP Mod]Salty | Dec 21 2009, 06:54 PM Post #51 |
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Arianna methodically threw her knives until there were none left. They all found their targets well enough, but they were outnumbered. She unleashed her pistol upon the undead. It flickered and spewed, tearing flesh and other bits dangling from the oozing creatures. She smiled wickedly and continued to pound them relentlessly. She registered the other major players in the game at the back of her mind, her entire focus upon on thing, killing the horde. It might seem unpractical, but when she felt the heat of battle, she couldn't help herself. She danced nimbly around, picking off one here and there, and then hitting another spot. She just made sure she wasn't in the way of friendly fire. Her momentum started to slow down, and she realized they were probably fucked. She stood still for a minute and watched the scene, it was not good. "Were are we going to go? There are zombies outside as well just waiting to get at us." She shot another couple of rounds and watched her teammates, she half hoped that someone could think of something. Dog was deeper into the mass, he could tell that something wasn't right with his people. He realized that His Master was helping them, so he had to include them in his pack, however he knew he was ranked above them, how could he not be? He snapped at a zombie that reached towards him and trotted back to the pack. a crawled was edging out behind him and he crunched it's skull his jaws. He snarled and made sure that no ankle-biters made it too close to the humans. |
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| Vutha | Jan 4 2010, 08:35 AM Post #52 |
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Catherine continues to fire and soon the chamber is clicking as it fails to load. She frowns and points the gun at the ground and fumbles rather deftly at the switch to release the clip. It clatters to the ground and she jumps slightly in surprise before reaching into her pocket, pulling out a second magazine and sliding it into the gun. Her eyes flicker back and forth, instincts kicking in. Fight or flight, Cat. Fight or flight. . . I sure as hell ain't stickin' around to turn into zombie chow! She takes off running. At first it may have appeared like she was charging the bulk of the mindless carnivores, though at the last instant she jumps over a crawler into the empty end of the hall and whistles shrilly. Thought was escaping her, it was just action. She keeps running, down the halls with their flickering lights. Many shambled behind her, hungry for a meal. Cat turns her head back to look, wondering if they would take advantage of her doing this for a brief second. Her ankle throbs and it picks up to a burning soon enough. You can't keep runnin' forever, kitty-cat, a voice in the back of her head taunts her. "SHUT UP!" she shouts at it, looking for an escape. A door. With a sigh of relief, she pulls out the card key from the guard and swipes. A loud beep meets her in response. "Oh, hell nah," she murmurs, trying again, only to get a red flash. Spinning, she looks up and sees a long metal light fixture hanging from the ceiling. It was just outta reach for anyone who could not jump high enough. Gritting her teeth, she runs and jumps for it, catching her fingers on it. The thin metal digs in and blood begins to drip down her wrist. With a heavy grunt, she pulls herself up on the fixture, looking down at the group pooling below her. Eyes wide, she pants heavily, swinging back and forth with a soft creak from the chains holding up the light. The gun sat next to her hand, balanced just barely on the edge. She looks up and realizes she had no idea where she was in the prison or where the others just might be. I'm alone again. . . |
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| Hydros | Jan 10 2010, 09:32 AM Post #53 |
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Craig watched with vague confusion as the new kid ran past the zombies and through a door at the end of the corridor. What the fuck is she thinkin? Stupid girl, hope she doesn't think we're going after her dimwitted arse. He slid a new mag into his pistol and flipped the catch, the slide shot forward and a new round was chambered. He levelled the gun and fired two more rounds into the still advancing hoard. He glanced behind him and noticed a set of old fashioned lock and key security gates with the keys still in them. his luck was changing for the better. "Fall back!" He yelled as he ducked and turned in a single swift motion, then launched himself forward at the gates. His feet hit the floor heavily as he ran down the corridor and slid a few inches as he stopped abruptly in front of the gate. He holstered his pistol and fumbled at the lock for a moment before a resounding clack signalled that the gate had been unlocked. He pulled it open sharply and turned to the remaining two survivors, and the dog. "Move!" |
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| [GM]Jordan454 | Jan 17 2010, 08:33 PM Post #54 |
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Jordan let off two more shots from the pistol he was using then began to quickly move backwards,he tucked the pistol back into his jeans and fumbled for shotgun once again,as he cocked it and got ready to fire he noticed the new girl dash off Not the best idea hen,a think you might be fucked now,and there ain't no way am goin to be a hero Jordan raised the shotgun and fired,things and gotten far to hectic for him to have time to properly aim,the zombies were getting nearer but they also seemed closer together so he fired and hoped the shot would damage a couple rather than just one,after a couple blind shots fired as he backed away Jordan realised the shotgun was now empty "Not good" he quickly heaved as he dug around in his pocket for some loss shells,he found three but the situation had caused him to sweat and they slipped from between his fingers and rolled onto the floor Jordan quickly got down on one knee and grabbed the shells,it was risky but he didn't want to waste the shells,he loaded quickly and fired without standing up,the shot caused him to fall back slightly but the position he was in allowed the shot to rip through a zombie's entire mid-section,the moaning corpse fell backwards falling into the others and Jordan quickly got back on his feet Jordan quickly ran when Craig called back and the sound of the gates opening was heard A new this was a bad idea,trust dog girl to pick a place that was probably as,if not more,dangerous than the fuckin streets oot there |
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| [RP Mod]Salty | Jan 27 2010, 07:14 PM Post #55 |
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Arianna glanced from one person to the next as the command to fall back reached her ears, where had the new girl gone? She paused for a moment and remembered the girl fleeing the scene. There was no chance of survival if she went after the girl. Her mind raced a mile a minute and she made a decision. "Dog, go with them." She motioned to the men and Dog growled, but gradually made his way over to them."fuck!" She turned away from Craig and Jordan and raced to save the girl, muttering explosive curses the whole way. Why am I so stupid, can't I be a jerk just once? She knew this would not end well, but she couldn't just let the girl die. She reached the spot were a crowd of zombies stood, waiting for the girl to come down and be eaten. Arianna glanced up, and took in the situation. She made no noise, as to alert the undead, but the would inevitably notice her. Well, I will die someday, might as well make it today huh?. She made a mental note of the side passages and where she could possibly escape. With that in mind, she made her move, though it might be fatal. She left one of her guns on the floor for the girl and faced the still unobservant horde. She shouted until the focus was turned to her, and then she ran. The horde shuffled after her and she hoped that the majority were after her, so the girl had a fighting chance. She zig zagged her way through the prison, hoping not to find a dead end. Does this room look familiar? She was well aware of horde behind her, but others were now visible coming at her from the other direction. She veered into another door and shut it behind her. Another passage, but now it really seemed familiar..... Dog Dog was ordered to stay with the sorry excuses for men. He did, however, know not to disobey, the consequences were always bad. She slunked after Craig, and didn't even stop to growl or snap at him. (no muse for doggy....) |
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| Vutha | Jan 31 2010, 07:07 AM Post #56 |
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Catherine pants heavily upon the lighting fixture. The blood drips from her hand down unto the group below. Her mind races as she tries to formulate a plan to get herself out of this situation. The air duct was not too much of a stretch to get to and with her small size it would be easy and somewhat safe. A movement at the edge of her vision catches her attention, however. Cat jerks to look at the cause of the motion and what she sees make her jaw drop. Stupid, STUPID girl! I drew them off for a reason! she screams in her mind. She narrows her eyes at her. Maybe she'll wisen up and get the fuck outta Dodge. That thought comes abruptly to a halt as the girl not only discards a gun but also takes off running after giving a shout. "You are an idiot, dog-girl. A complete fucking idiot. . ." she mumbles to herself. Cat takes the gun and points at the head of a zombie, thinking about shooting it down. Yet, that would mean the loss of a weapon and the distraction. As the zombies round a corner after the girl, Cat grips her pistol and drops down. "10 rounds. . . and whatever is in that one. . ." She swipes up the other gun and takes off in an awkward run as the stiffness sets into her leg. Maybe I did break it. . . She grunts as she rounds another corner, heading after the other girl, gun in each hand. She catches sight of one of the undead bastards and raises the gun. Quickly, she squeezes down on the trigger and sends a bullet through the back of its head. Her eyes widen as she hears the slamming of a door, however. "Oh shit. . . Stupid heroics. Such stupid idiot heroics!" She takes off running in the opposite direction before the rest of the zombies could recover the sudden lack of food to pursue ahead of them. |
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| Hydros | Feb 19 2010, 09:08 PM Post #57 |
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Craig watched as Jordan and the dog ran toward him. Then through sheer instinct or some otherworldly power guying his hand, although not entirely convinced of some benevolent father figure guiding his path, he raised his arm, pistol griped tightly in his hand. He fired a single hollow point 9mm round over Jordan's shoulder and through sheer luck, as he was also convinced he was never that good a shot single handed and he forgot to aim before pulling the trigger, it tore through the right eye of a shambling corpse wearing a guard uniform, blowing the side of it's face open in a shower of gore, continuing down the hall, ricocheting off of a cell bar and ending it's wholly illogical path in the kneecap of one of the undead that had changed direction and was now pursuing the two women. He watched it fall to the ground, his mind now in a dream sequence like state, he'd hit the wall, that metaphorical brick like object that formed the barrier between normal human limitations and the superhuman abilities that news reporters loved to see because as a whole humanity was morbidly fascinated about what caused some people to break that barrier and summon almost superhuman resolve. He remembered breaking the wall once, the colours in the memory were vivid, but the sounds and shapes were hazy, blurred and almost unintelligible. He was in eastern Europe, a wholly hush hush affair involving two sides that worked through mercenary groups like faceless puppeteers battling over something that was never explained or even mentioned, they'd just got orders, and as was expected, followed them to the letter. Somewhere in the middle the lines of friend and foe got blurred and they found themselves in a building for 3 days with limited supplies, 2 squads from his company and a squad from the company that for the past 2 weeks he'd spent killing. They were all confused, outside was a faction of well armed, well funded mercs that none of those trapped inside knew. He'd hit the wall on day 3 around 5pm, he'd managed about 3 hours sleep in the past 2 nights. They'd spotted enemy armour in the distance, which was military speak for 'Oh shit, a tank.' for a while they'd all hoped they'd just find another way through the town that didn't involve the once luxury office building that over the weeks had been stripped of all furniture for defences. The tank rolled down the road to the dismay of all inside the 3 storey building, they had no form of defence against a tank, or escape from the numerous forces outside. He was told the tank had fired, he remembered the explosion of pulverised brick and mortar as the tank shell tore through the wall he'd been sitting against. He was told he was thrown a good 6 feet into the room, all he could remember was the blood roaring in his head, at least he assumed that was what it was. He was told that their backup had finally arrived in the form of a Longbow Apache attack helicopter and an AW101 Merlin medium lift troop transport helicopter. The Apache swiftly dealt with the tank and the majority of the troops, he was informed that he'd got up, his face cut to ribbons by the shrapnel, and with inhuman strength, lifted both of his fallen comrades, both were from the other company, and carried them to the roof where the Merlin had set down and was waiting for the survivors. He then promptly passed out in the copter as it landed at their HQ. His flashback suddenly ended as he hit the floor of the helicopter. He was back in the hell he'd been living in for the past week, killing the warm feeling of safety just as he was beginning to enjoy it. His finger was pulling the trigger of the pistol which was emitting a hollow click, he'd fired all 12 rounds with no first person control. It was like watching someone else, that made him feel better, like it was all really a dream or a movie, but he knew it was him, and he knew he was there and it destroyed him inside, he'd had no sleep for the longest time, the adrenaline had gone and the wall was not going to fall, the small flame of hope had died inside him, he was breaking down and he had no control, he watched himself reload the gun, pull back the slide and move it up, it was going to his head, he had to stop it, he forced himself back into the world, back into himself and immediately let go of the pistol. His senses returned, he was back in control of all his faculties, he reached down and holstered the gun. He turned with an odd air of calm, walked into the transition cage, there was another wall of bars some 6 feet in front of him, he turned without even knowing, to a door leading into what he would later find was a security room, he opened the door, with no caution whatsoever, scanned the room with it's many monitors, a few swivel computer chairs and re-enforced, bullet proof window into the hall full of walking corpses. Then just as promptly as he had walked into the room, his body slumped against the back wall and he passed out. |
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| [GM]Jordan454 | Feb 22 2010, 12:16 AM Post #58 |
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Jordan kept moving forward,the dog was there as well,something he wasn't really pleased about but he kept on going,he looked up at Craig,he had raised his gun and was getting ready to fire Wait what is he going to do? Jordan felt the single shot fire past his ear,it sounded like it hit something but Jordan didn't turn to check his legs just kept going straight,he felt like shouting but his voice was gone,he felt like venting anger at Craig for firing such a close shot but all he could do was keep breathing and running nothing else,he looked back at Craig he looked like was in a daze,even as he fired he didn't look like he noticed anything,he raised to gun to his own head What the fuck is he doing now!! Jordan screamed in his head,lucky Craig stopped himself but he still seemed really out of it Jordan slowed,he turned and slammed the gate shut once the dog was through,then he turned and followed Craig as he moved away,the dog was still practically at his heels Where is he fuckin going Jordan thought,as he still couldn't manage to speak,he just followed as Craig entered a cell filled area then into another room. Jordan looked inside,it was some kind of security room as far as he could tell,it was empty,apart from Craig who was passed out against the wall "..Hey.." Jordan managed to force the words out but they weren't loud,his throat was dry,he quickly dug around in the bag and got a bottle of water,it was already open with some of the contents already drunk,he opened the bottle and drank what was left tossing the empty plastic on the floor afterwards,he went over to Craig "Hey..hey wake up,now ain't the time tae fuckin sleep!" Jordan raised his voice but tried not to attract attention,he didn't get a response,Craig just lay there breathing slowly "Sorry about this.." Jordan put the shotgun on the floor then gave Craig a punch in the face with his right hand.Craig's head jerked to the side slightly and Jordan felt the bones in his hands crack but apart from that there was no reaction "Fuck"Jordan spat,he punched again,still nothing,he punched another time,he still got no reaction,this wasn't working and his hand was starting to hurt "Useless bastard,what the fuck am I supposed to dae now"Jordan muttered as he picked up the shotgun and got to his feet,he looked outside the room,thankfully it was clear,for now anyway,he lent against the door frame and wondered what to do Just leave him here he heard a voice in the back of his mind say,he shook his head slightly but he knew the voice had the right idea,there was no telling how long Craig would sleep for Just leave him here the voice said again this time a little louder,the idea even more sensible now,but he knew it wasn't right "I cant leave him here like that"he sighed Close the door,that way they wont see him,then you can run for it the voice was even more forceful this time round and it gave Jordan a way to remain mostly guilt free,he gave in,he grabbed a hold of the door,it was fairly thick and could probably hold back zombies for a little while,he looked over at Craig "Sorry mate"he muttered slightly,he then shot a glance at the dog "Watch him" Jordan said sternly before slamming the door shut |
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| [RP Mod]Salty | Mar 2 2010, 06:21 PM Post #59 |
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Dog Dog ran at the heels of Jordan, the one he didn't utterly despise. He panted quietly, drool sliding off his delicate pink tongue. The gate slammed behind him, and he looked back in apprehension. His Master had not yet returned. He ignored the bullets shot by the other man, Craig. He wasn't worried about getting hit, though it seemed that Craig was not himself. He saw the man enter a room and fall to the floor. He sat quietly as Jordan tried to awaken his fallen comrade. Soon enough though, Jordan gave up and Dog stood, ready to leave. Seconds later he was ordered to stay, and he growled, unsure whether to follow orders. His question was answered by the door shut in his face. He growled and snapped at the door in frustration. He turned and paced angrily about the room, pausing to growl at the fallen man every once in a while. Arianna ran until she felt her lungs would burst. She skidded to a halt as a passage appeared, that she knew she had walked through before. She grinned, and a welcome burst of speed sent her flying down the hallway. Her red hair whipped behind her as her ponytail became undone. A small ragged laugh escaped her mouth as she saw the cafeteria enter her vision. She halted and staggered through the doorway. Zombies remained walking aimlessly around, the hadn't noticed her yet. She pondered and made a swift and stupid plan. She stood in a far corner from the gate she needed to access and started edging around to to the gate. Eventually the zombies would start moaning and shuffling her way, but by then they would be to slow to injure her. She slid along the wall quietly, but as predicted the all turned her way and began shuffling steadily in her direction. It seemed that ther were in fact no swift zombies in this group, and that was a godsend, it would have been hard to get to the gate without using her gun and attracting more. After the zombies were halfway across the room, she shot towards the gate and grabbed at it desperately. It swung open with a soft creak and she slid in, slamming it shut quickly. She was lucky that the zombies couldn't change direction quick enough to catch her. He breath left her in gasps as she paused. She drew her breath in quietly as she heard a noise behind a closed door. Not seeing the two men and Dog, she figured the might be resting in the room, either that or there were zombies in there, and they had kept on running. Arianna knocked on the door softly and was relieved to hear a growl from a familiar voice. She opened the door slowly, and entered. Dog saw her and jumped up with happiness, his stump of a tail swinging his whole rear end. She pushed him away when she saw Craig. She closed the door quietly and stepped over to him. She saw bruise blooming upon his cheek. Did they get in a fight? Perhaps he was bitten and Jordan didn't have the heart to shoot him... She pulled out a chair and sat across from the slumped man. She would hear from him herself, but she would be safe about it. She pulled out her hand gun and aimed it at his head, she would wait however long it would take until he woke up. Dog sat next to her, his eyes and ears alert to trouble. |
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| Hydros | Apr 8 2010, 09:32 PM Post #60 |
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Craig twitched as his mind began it's return to the surface. His face hurt, his back hurt, in fact everything hurt, including parts that he didn't even know he had. He ground his teeth and electrical signals bounded through his body tensing every muscle and sinewy fibre, although his body gave no exterior sign of this. With motor functions account for memories started flooding back, traffic jam, girl in car, not first civilian killed, SUV, his house, friends, the airport, miser from the air, parking lot, doctor with limp, no hesitation... In the air for hours, lost control, two more dead, girl and dog, the prison, convict, escaping, breaking down. It was now that he became aware of two other sets of lungs working in the same room, one was short and sharp, it was a dog, the other was slower and longer, it was human, no doubt about that, there was something off about this situation. He could smell the dog, all dogs had the same pungent odour, the human however... it wasn't a zombie he was sure, zombies smell of rot and don't breath, and he doubted that he'd still be alive if it was. He dismissed his queries of the human, he didn't know why he cared, any human was an ally in this situation. He took stock of his weapons without moving, he could feel his pistol under his hand, it was holstered, his M4 was the thing making his back hurt, his machete was gone, he remembered that. Am a fuckin idiot sometimes. He expanded logically on his situation, he had passed out against a wall, his clothes and hair were matted with blood and someone else was in the room, so it was only natural that the person would be on guard, he couldn't hear movement so it was likely that they were watching him and if they were watching they'd have a gun trained on him. He took a long silent breath. Then, without opening his eyes. Arianna, the dog person! "Put it down Arianna, if I was going to turn I would've shot myself already." His eyes snapped open to confirm that it was her and not another random survivor with a dog. He lent forward and pulled the rifle from behind him, unclipped it from his jacket and slid it across the ground before slumping back against the wall. His body screamed in agony with every movement he made, it made him happy yet sad, happy that it told him he wasn't dead and sad that it meant he wasn't dreaming. |
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