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 Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:29 pm
NOW, LET THE ZOMBIE KILLING BEGIN!!!!
*a sea of Zombies exit a walled city through the large gate*
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 8:28 pm
Overlooking the city from a grassy knoll, Chris stands in despair at the sight of meandering neighbors and loved ones. A sweet salty taste is mixed with the rotting stench carried by the wind. It’s still warm like it was when he played here as a child. He glances at his comrades with the feeling of betrayal on his heart.
Someone is to blame for what has happened to these people, it’s a thought that keeps him going, keeps him sane, a motivation (a poor one and he knows it) but he was taught to find such a reason in the Marines, and he promised to discard all emotions until he found that reason; the reason for these tragedies.
However to discard every emotion is difficult, as relationships grow with newly found survivors and companions, Chris has to shake yet another thought from his head as he awaits the go code from the team leader.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:42 pm
Daizon drove up to his new comrades in his 4X4 Suited up Bronco. he was a well known mercenary who would take any kind of job. His personality was unique as well, he was always calm and relaxed, even in the most dire of situations. he always had a plan for anything. He turned the truck off and stepped out, wearing his normal merc attire (black pants, steel toed combat boots, white t-shirt sleeveless, and a frey combat vest. To top it off, he always wears his black and dark navy blue cloak) As he got out of the truck, he looked to the city. "What a shame...how could something like this happen?" he said, more to himself. He looked to his comrades. "Seems like i made it in time." Daizon would do anything for his comrades and friends. he was quite skilled with many weapons, and he had quite the selection he brought with him in his truck. But, on himself, he carried his faithful katana, two Colt M1911A1 Government Special Pistols, as well as his Remington 870 12-gauge.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 10:52 pm
-------The eerie groans of the undead hordes roaming the streets drowned out almost all the other noise that could come from an abandoned city. Occasionally one might hear the gunshots of a survivor, almost always followed by blood curdling screams as they were torn apart and eaten alive by the zombies. The streets were littered with broken glass, papers, abandoned vehicles, an occasional dismembered limb and rotting bodies of the zombies that were killed. Every once in a while a slight breeze would roll over the city, bringing with it the horrendous stench of decaying flesh; the gut wrenching smell, beckoning any living human to vomit where they stood.
"Sacrifice, a heartbeat away from paradise
All my reason's giving way to temptation
Fear and Shame - looking for someone else to blame
We're devoured by these fruitless accusations."
-------A young woman sang softly to herself through the sound of the undead moans. Humming with it the song that quote came from; The Sacrifice by Symphony X, one of her favorite songs. Her voice rose no louder then the groans of the zombie hordes as she continued with her singing.
"With every fleeting breath I take
Maybe our love was a mistake
Eternal life - I'd trade it for
One moment beside you..."
-------The young woman sat on the edge of the roof of one of the empty buildings. Her dark emerald green eyes scanning the surrounding area, and her short black hair fluttering at the mercy of a slight breeze. She wore a customized set of black combat uniform pants; fitting tighter around the legs -- less fabric to grab -- and a few extra pockets for ammunition. Her pants tucked into a pair of mid-calf black, steel-toed combat boots; a pair of twin knives were tucked into the side of her lace up boots -- one in each boot. A tight black long-sleeve shirt, that sat tucked into her pants, covered her slender waist and ample bosom; a matching combat uniform black blouse, black leather fingerless gloves and a black Jansport backpack completed her outfit.
-------Other then the two knives tucked away in her boots, the young woman also carried four handguns. Two SW 1911 pistols, strapped and holstered on her thighs; and two Heckler & Koch Mark 23 pistols on shoulder holsters hidden under her jacket. She also carries a Heckler & Koch HK416 rifle slung around across her back. In her backpack she carries ammunition for her weapons, and a small first aid kit.
-------She is Nastasia Deyimst Siefken; twenty-four years of age. Recently accomplished her dream of becoming an officer in the Marine Corps after completing her masters degree, majoring in physics. She was a recently promoted First Lieutenant, quiet and hardworking -- almost shy; but when she was around those whom she lead, she was extremely serious, a hardass and demanded perfection. But, that is all in the recent past. Currently there was no standing military, so her rank is of no significance, despite that fact she wore her rank on her blouse. Nothing mattered anymore, nothing but survival.
-------A sigh escaped the young woman's lips as she scanned the immediate area, contemplating suicide. Her fiance had been killed in front of her; her friends were dead, family dead. Not even the hard work she put into her life mattered anymore. The only reason she hadn't done it earlier was because she hoped that there were still survivors. Nastasia looked at her boots and pulled her two SW1911 pistols from their holsters on her thighs; taking a deep breath she stood up.
"Well. Let's see if I can find any survivors.. Or at least die trying."
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 3:43 pm
"It couldn't have been more then 5 hours!" Roger shouted as he as he quickly grasped at his alarm clock- if only to confirm what his sleepy eye's had seen. It wasn't to long ago that he applied for a late night job at a local gym, no roger wasn't a personal trainer at a 24 hour gym, he was the new Janitor, and again, he was late.
But that is the least of his problems. Or so he thought now that he is covered in blood with a corpse on top of him... He could only gaze at her face. The face that belonged to the most beautiful girl he had even seen, it was Sara, he's neighbor. The one he could never talk to in the elevator, now lays on him stark naked, with blood oozing out of her mouth.
With a cringe and a sniff of her armpit he pauses, and then heaves her off himself.
It happened so fast then, that it just now caught up to Roger. He bumped into Sara rushing out the door. Trying to talk to her with an apology- that is before she stumbled and came back at him with open arms, And in a panicky struggle; smashing a chair over her head- in the process of being tackled, and finally ramming the broken chair leg in her mouth and up into her skull.
He takes it all in and shouts with everything he has. moreover, he dose what he dose best. Runs. he flees downstairs to meet a horde of bloody people, he runs up the main steps and is met with bloody people- down the hall, more bloody people!... with the last of his spiriting stamina he makes it to the roof; with tons of luck~ only to realize the building is on fire!
"FU€K!"
~From the apartment roof he see's a jeep and a few men on a small hill just outside the city gates- Roger desperately cry's out to them for help.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 6:32 pm
daizon decided that he would go ahead of the group and scan the city. He was more than capable of taking care of himself, since he had been a merc for years and dealt with many situations. he was able to stay clam in the most dire of them, even if he was staring death in the face. he hopped back into his Ford Broco, starting it up. As the engine roared to life, Daizon opened a box that was behind the front right seat, as he pulled out a P90, and placed it next to him (for close encounters while he was driving, lol). he shifted it into first gear, as he began to drive into the city, coming closer to the West Gate. "....I wonder if there are any survivors left..." he thought to himself, as he shifted into next gear, speeding up and heading into the city.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 4:00 pm
Blue sat on the roof of a decrepid apartment, holding binoculars and peering over the edge. His girlfriend of six, Tomo, months was listening to her iPod. She sat next to him and watched over the city. Blue looked over, "I think there down that way," he pointed with his left hand and held the binoculars with his right. Tomo nodded silently as music danced in her head. Blue waved to anyone who could see, after a few seconds, he gave up and laid the binoculars down. Tomo held his hand and waited for somebody to notice them.
The scent of burning stung there nostrils as ash clouds swirled in the gray city. Her eyes were in bad shape, and she could barely see, so Blue had to be her eyes. He told her that the city was decaying, and that it was a hueless shadow of what it once had been.
((Blue is a code name))
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 1:41 am
Daizon noticed that some of the buildings were on fire, cars were wrecked, desotryed and flipped, as well as rubble throughout the entire city. He shifted down a gear, slwoly manuvering through the rubble. "Damn this all...I can't believe it's got thisx worse so quickly..." he said, as he noticed some shadows on the tops of some buildings. he instantly figured that msot suvivors of the city would get to higher grounds. As he got closer to one building, he saw a man and woman ontop, as they tried to flag some people down. "Alright...we've got some survivors..." he thought, as he looked to the base of the building, it's glass front was not broken or destroyed, but there was a group of about 7 zombies gathered within the first floor. Daizon smirked, as he steered to the left, and sent the 4X4 Bronco through the front wall of glass, smashing through two zombies, as he stopped the truck and turning it's engine off. He opened his door and stepped out, taking the P90 and setting it up agianst his shoulder. He quickly aimed to the closest zombie, letting a three round burst fill the air, as it dropped to the ground, it's head full of holes. he aimed to the next, firing three more rounds, then the third. He swiftly walked around the Bronco torwards the stairs, as he kicked one zombie back aginast the wall, then killing it with a head shot. He turned as he took out one of his throwing knives, and sunk it into the head of the last zombie. Daizon began to make his way up the stairs torwards the roof to find the two survivors. ((Btw, the bronzo isnt destoryed, lol))
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:13 am
Blue smiled as Daizon came smashing through their apartment. Two levels of the staircase had been destroyed, so Blue figured he would die in there. Tomo giggled, "LOL FTW Blue-kun, I think we is gonna get save-ed today..." Blue nodded, and was rather surprised by Tomo's childishness and calm nature, "Tomo-chan," he began slowly, "If he is to 'save' us, how do you thinkwe will manage to escape the city?"
Tomo blinked and held an uncomfortable smile on her face, "I don't know...but you have that big gun...and I have daddy's katana!" Tomo had scavaged her fathers ancient katana two days after the zombie infection had broken out. Blue's father had been in the army, so he was able to retrieve one of his old guns.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 1:44 pm
Daizon came to the destroyed staircase and gave a slight sigh. "Should have figured..." he thought, as he pulled out a fragmentation grenade. "no stairs...then make your own..." he said, as he threw the grenade to the side of the wall, and took cover behind a corner. The wall exploded, as the rubble created a makeshift stairwell to the roof. Daizon walked out form the smoke, smiling carefree. "That should do for now..." he said, climbing up it.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 4:38 pm
Blue felt the vibration under him. Tomo screamed in surprised. Blue then turned towards her, "Tomo, sssh, it's okay...it's probably one of the Survivors..." barely anything phased Blue now, after seeing so much death. Tomo was shivering still, her lack of sight made her ears super sensitive.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 5:19 am
Alexis awoke to the sounds of screaming downstairs in her petty little row home. What time is it? she rolled over to check her clock. Not late. She stood up out of her bed, her brown usually straight hair was a mess on her head, she had off from school today do to a throat cold. "Mom?"
She opened the door to her room and saw two zombies coming up the stairs. It was her parents only they where zombies then two other zombies coming up behind them. "M-mom??" She let out a blood-curdling scream, then ran back into her room and locked the door. She heard banging until the zombies finally broke down her door. "s**t! s**t! !'m to young to die!"
She looked from the Zombies to the window. Then ran and Jumped through the second story window of her home, glass and blood spraying everywhere.
Pain coursed throughout her body. She looked around, and noticed she landed in some bushes. She rolled out of them onto the grass, then screamed out for help. Her PJs where a bloody mess of blood, and it felt as if glass was peircing the inside of her skin. Was it her or was the sky a bloody reddish color? "help! Somebody!" ugh.
She didnt see too many zombies in the area, and with any luck it would take the zombies a bit that were in her room to find her outside on the front lawn.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 8:06 pm
Nastasia Deyimst Siefken.
Standing atop a roof. -------The woman stood atop the roof of a second story house. Beginning to stretch; she rolled her head, cracking her neck as she threw her arms up in the air and yawned. Her pistols still in her hand as her posture slackened into a slouch. Sleep had been difficult to obtain since the outbreak, as had been decent food. So far, she'd been living on nothing but MRE's she had packed in her backpack; not bad, but not what she would prefer to eat. -------A breeze blew past the woman, the stench of rotting flesh burning her nostrils. Turning around, the young woman arched her back slightly; a few quiet cracks came from various places as she yawned again. The sound of a female screaming caught her attention. She shrugged to herself, thinking it was just another soon to be dead person. The sound of breaking glass sparked her interest again, as the woman screamed for help.-------Shaking her head, the young First Lieutenant jumped to a neighboring single story home and then down to the ground. Trying to stay as quiet as possible to not draw attention to herself from any un-dead that might be in the vicinity. Likely though, they had heard the woman screaming and were already on their way. Quickly running over to the woman, she stopped in front of her."Shush if you don't want to be ripped limb from limb."-------Nastasia lifted one of her sidearms to the womans head, and looked her over. She was bloody, perhaps she'd been bitten. Maybe it was just from the broken glass when she crashed through the window. The Lieutenant didn't know, she could have killed her right then; but chose not to. If she wasn't bitten, she'd be able to treat the womans injuries and finally have some company. Which she desperately needed; looking around she noticed some unwanted visitors not far away."Were you bitten? Answer quickly or I'll shoot you now."
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 12:04 am
((sorry everyone for the delay, college keeps me quite busy, lol >_<))
Daizon kicked down the rooftop door, as he came out, the P90 at shoulder, as he quickly scanned the rooftop area tactically. he noticed two people sitting in one corner, looked to as unharmed form the infection. Daizon gave a sigh, as he rested the P90 on his shoulder, smirking. "Well now, it seems I've found survivors?" He said, as he nodded his head. "You two alright? Daizon Matsumori, a hired mercenary for the newly formed army fighting these deadheads. I'm here to help." he said, as he looked back to the door, knowing they would have to move quickly, he had already made enough noise to attract more of them, but it was neccessary to reach these two people.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 1:51 am
Blue held Tomo's hand firmly, then held her up, "My name is..." he glanced at Tomo, and then said slowly, "Blue." Tomo's hair ruffled gently. She was not able to go down stairs, do to her poor vision, but she could do most everything else. Blue brought her forward, he also held a gun in his hand, which was slightly ironic because he had always hated violence.
A cold wind rushed past, and blew dead leaves from the roof down into the streets. The once colorful city was now a million shades of one ugly gray. The gray of a worm, bloated with water, laying lifeless in a pool of filth. The odor of the entire city left burning nostrils and watery eyes.
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