Zombies, anyone? (IC)

[Jackn Jill]

What in God's good name was happening all of a sudden?

Katie's day went from a bad, to good, to possibly the worst thing day in her life. It all started with that idiotic pilot and that little display he just did. Flares and a bombing run? What the heck was he signify? That there were provisions over there? Was the city going to be bombed? Was the military rolling through? It all really didn't make sense, so she turned to Marcus, seeing as he was all decked out in military gear, and asked, "What the heck is go_".

Before she had time to finish, a loud bang, distant but still within a few miles, rang out. Shortly following the first shot was several more. The whole place seemed to have turned into a war zone and that was dangerous. So, without hesitation, she darted down the alleyway as fast as wounded leg would let her. I bet I look ridiculous doing this limping run... She had completely forgotten about Marcus, who just a few minutes ago, did her a kind service. It wasn't on purpose, it was just the way she reacted to all the 'change'. She had a habit of taking care of herself and that's what she did. She mentally made sure she had everything and took off, without question.

Clearing the alleyway she did slow down and only pushed her legs harder to deliver more speed. That morphine must have kicked in because she couldn't feel a thing as she weaved in between cars, finally reaching the other side of the street. There she found another alleyway and followed it around the corner building, in a sort of "L" shape changing her direction perpendicular to what she had been heading before.

Upon emerging into the street this time, she noticed a very distinct figure out of the corner of her eye. It was moving fast and towards her, towards the gunfire. As she turned her head to get a better look, it revealed a large hulking figure with a metal helmet, showing no facial structure. Her eyes widened in a half panic, half fear. She stuttered to a stop and turned to run back down the alleyway she had just come out of. There was no way she would get lucky meeting a second friendly person.

[Nron]

The blond haired woman spied something thru her scope, quickly adjusting it so she could get a better view of what she had seen. There appeared to be a head peeking out of the entryway to an alley, though it was gone as fast as it had appeared. The woman made two small clicking noises with her tongue over the radio, the noise signaling to her much larger colleague in the street below that she had spotted something. She received a tapping sound in return. He had also seen the head, though he was ignoring it for now.

After giving the appropriate counter signal the woman began to make her way past her companion, heading toward the direction the gunshots had come from. Soon the woman was in position, looking thru her scope. What she saw surprised her slightly, though not for long. Standing in the middle of the street, rapidly being approached by a hoard of the infected, were several human beings, none of which appeared to be overly hostile. In fact, they looked rather varied overall. The woman radioed to her companion.

"'Bone', five ahead of you. Several dozen infected approaching them. Suggestions?" the electronically distorted voice that answered her seemed more amused than concerned.

"Are any of them showing hostile intent?" The woman responded to the negative, informing her partner, 'Bone', that one of the humans was on the move. "Well then, any open paths to cut them off 'Recluse'?" The woman, 'Recluse' (better known as Charlotte Donohue), directed him to a probable route.

"I'm going after the one from the alley. Meet up when favorable." Charlotte said before heading off to where she assumed she would likely find the individual from earlier.

'Bone', known to those close to him as Vladimir Patrovak, quickly made his way thru the designated alleyway, coming out just ahead of the moving survivor. Careful not to be noticed, Vladimir reached into his pack and withdrew a small satchel with an electronic display set into the side. Laying the satchel down next to one of the walls of the alleyway, Vladimir double checked the electronic display before moving away further into the alley. He unslung his HK G36KV assault rifle, checking the magazine, the chamber, and flipped the safety off.

And then Vladimir took a seat on a nearby garbage can, waiting patiently for the party to begin.

[Avram Lemerre]

Looking around for a moment and watching the zombies drop limp to the floor from Jack's shots. As he watched, he took out a few magazines and checked the ammo in each of them, placing them back on his thigh again. Other than the first contact, he'd kept silent, since the outbreak he'd disliked -almost feared- the idea of becoming close to another person, and then losing them. As the two survivors begun running, he followed, although he was pretty heavy (but not over-weight) he'd managed to keep his footsteps from being slightly loud but he wasn't making them completely silent, nor did it affect the way he was running. As he ran, he took out his pistol, keeping his finger off the trigger in case he were to trip or his finger slip and squeeze the trigger by mistake.

After two or three minutes of running, he slowed down. His head turning to his left and spotting an alleyway which, other than rubbish and the odd rat, was pretty clear. He decided to turn and run down it, a zombie limped around a corner ahead and Daniel quickly moved his finger onto the trigger, aiming at it's right knee and firing once, he made the zombie stumble back slightly and almost fall over, as he ran past it, his fist collided with it's head and he knocked it back further, the back of it's skull breaking against the wall, causing it to fall limp, dead, to the ground. After the zombie had died, he continued running down the alleyway, turning left, then right, avoiding the larger piles of rubbish and any zombies in the alleys.

[Greg]

Joe Hendricksson was in his hiding place when this fighter had the good idea to make a lot of noises and destruction. Eveyrything was already hard and make some chaos will not make easier his life.
One of the bomb fell not far from his place and fortunately a bearing wall had protected him from the explosion. But the building was weaken and the walkers love the noise and weaken buildings to look for some real humans.
Joe took the decision to leave his hiding place and move quickly to another safe place. He believed to having heard som humans voices outside just after the explosion and decided to move to the skyscraper not to far away. He will have to run some blocks but he was sure the humans voices came from there and so he wanted to meet others living people after his long time alone.
The walker were excited and it will be a hard trip to reach these skyscrapers.

1,2,3... Go, so he ran the faster he could without paying attention to the walkers which heard his footsteps. The lighter you are, the faster you go, it was the time to check if it was right. After some minutes of sprint, he looked around him and was happy to see no walkers around, so he took some time to breath and look to the skyscrapers. Some gunshots happened and, looking around him, he decided to hide a short time before running again. After all, he was not hurry and fall in a trap was not his objective. On the left, he saw a small whiskey shop, the ideal place to wait and make 1 or 2 molotov cocktails before running at night. A good molotov cocktail would make a nice diversion to attract walkers to the whiskey shop when Joe should not be there anymore, logically.

So he checked and searched in the shop, no walkers in and a lot of bottles ready to do their work. He closed the windows and the roller blinds, put a chair to lock the door because he didn't find the keys. He prepared one molotov cocktail, he didn't need more and didn't want to keep this flaming weapon on him outside when running. After, he sit down and wait to the night, still hearing gun shots and scream. A shadow walked ahead of the shop, surely a walker, if his presence was detected, things would get really worse...

[Aran150]

*Jack Marson*

As I ran, the group of survivors I was with followed. Staying out in the open when zombies were on the prowl as unsettling at it's best and terrifying at it's worst. I think that those bombs put us all on edge, seeing as how they came so suddenly and caused so much noise. Keeping my gun ready, I continued running.

Suddenly, when the group and I were almost right next to the building I had encamped in, one of the survivors stopped and made a turn into an alleyway. I shouted out to him to try and get his attention, but the survivor continued running, only slowing down to shoot a zombie in he knee, a stupid choice, by my standards.

I turned towards the building I had been encamped in. A few zombies were next to it, blocking our path, but, other than that, the area was relatively clear. Doing like I did before, I took out the four zombies that were here one-by-one, until they were all just limp corpses. Now the way to the building was all clear, but the zombies would no doubt soon pass by, so I told the other survivors that this was the building, "Here's the place, I haven't barricaded it yet, but we can do that soon. The building's been cleared on the upper floors, but I'm not so sure about the underbelly of the place, now hurry on in, my encampment is on the 17th floor, it's quite a walk up, but it keeps you in shape, plus there's an added bonus of no zeds walking up,"

[Nron]

Vladimir chuckled slightly to himself as he watched the survivors run past his line of sight, one of them snapping off shots from an assault rifle in the direction they were running. When they had passed his alleyway Vladimir stood back up, stretched his arms and neck, and made his way out of the alley, turning in the direction the survivors had just come running from as he did so. They certainly had a reason to be running. Further, down the street and slowly but steadily making its way toward both Vladimir and the survivors, was a growing hoard of the infected. No doubt the gunfire was attracting more of them. It wouldn't be long before the entire street was surrounded by the things.

After a moment's glance to his left, Vladimir went back into the alleyway and reached down to the satchel, pulling out a long, thin wire. After pulling out about 30 feet of wire from the satchel he hit the display a few times, then proceeded to walk back out into the street and hooking the wire under a car so that it was laying mostly straight along the road. Satisfied, Vladimir took one more glance behind him before making his way forward. Only to be stopped by three infected exiting an alley a few dozen feet in front of him.

The infected turned, hissing, moaning and groaning as they reached out to grasp at the air, stumbling towards him. Vladimir gave a grunt and looked down at the defunct car next to him. It was an old car and had probably been falling apart even before the whole apocalypse thing started. Vladimir wasn't sure of the model or make given that he rarely if ever drove. Not that he needed to know what kind of car it was for what he had planned for it. Slinging his assault rifle behind his back, Vladimir reached down and popped open driver side door, grabbing it in two places and putting on foot on the car itself. With a heavy grunt and a metallic ripping sound the door pulled free of it's rusty roots.

Pleased, Vladimir faced the three infected who were now no more than ten feet from him, raised the door in front of him, and charged. The door collided with all three tightly packed infected, flinging two of them aside and over cars while the third was trapped on the door by Vladimir's momentum. Noting the missing glass in the door, Vladimir turned the door into an abandoned pickup, smashing the infected's skull against the side before dropping the door and continuing down the road after the other survivors, enjoying the feeling of winning yet another fight in life.

At the same time, not too far away, Charlotte was busy stalking the alleyways that the head from earlier had ducked into, looking down from the rooftops into the narrow confines of concrete and trash. She hadn't found the owner of the head yet but she was certain she would find it soon enough. It was while she was so busy searching that Charlotte failed to notice the loose bit stone she was resting her hand on. The stone gave way under her weight, almost taking her with it if she hadn't been quite so quick to back away, and tumbled into the alley below her, hitting a parked car with an audible thunk. Charlotte looked down, noting the huge hole in the hood of the vehicle and sighing with relief.

Up until the car alarm went off.

[thorgili]

"Well what the hell are we waiting for eh? yer shootin is gonna attract more of the buggers lets go in!Pulling out is pistol incase of more infected inside the building Robert kicked open the door to the lobby and ran for the stairs he knewthe gun shots attract most of the zed to the outside of the building which wasn't very helpful wiht the lobby being barricaded and the shots it also would attract any zombies form the floors above to come down the stairs."Get yer weapons ready if there is any zed still in this building that car alarm would flush them out but sadly they will be coming toward us."He yelled back to the group still wearily walking up the stairs paying attention to any noises that sounded like shuffling or moaning
((Sorry for the short post))

[Nron]

((Issues fixed, all is well.))

[thorgili]

((sorry bout that I suspected you where realitivly close plus car horns are damnably loud but I will fix it))

[Genesis Jenova]

A gentle breeze through the cracks of the brick wall was the first thing Quint experienced this day, as he woke up from a rare nightly sleep. He didn't like sleeping at night, mainly due to the zombies being most active around night time. These past couple of days, however, were exhausting enough to make him disregard this rule he made, in order to survive. He figured this would stir up his sleeping patterns again though, like it did last time.

Slowly sitting upright, he cracked his neck whilst letting out an audible groan. Wooden benches aren't exactly your high class sleeping material, but he was used to sleeping conditions like this. Shame it doesn't help your joints though.

As he rubbed his ever growing stubbles, he made a quick check-up on his 'home'. What used to be a 20 floor building now is but a 13 floor one. He remembered this place back in the days before this all happened, as one of his places where he'd deliver mail to. Taking refuge on the 13th floor, he made it into a makeshift base for him to hide in, as he did on several other locations throughout Manhattan. This particular one uses a tent as a roof, a wooden park bench as bed, and several other minor furniture, such as cupboards and other storage items.

Slowly walking towards an edge of this building, he picked up his hunting rifle, and kneeled down. Surveying was what he usually did first thing when he got up, though usually when he woke up at nights, this was quite the feat to accomplish. Noticing some movement down by the road, he figured they were zombies, feasting on some remains. It was a fairly large pack though, but those packs do happen, if they had found a fresh kill.

Suddenly, a loud bang startled Quint, as he grabbed ahold of the brick wall, whilst some bricks tumbled down into the depths. He couldn't quite place the sound, what it exactly was. Sounded like a large explosion. Not too soon after, he spotted what seemed like an aircraft. "Strange", he thought, "Haven't seen one of those for a long time.."
When Quint noticed some smaller items dropped out of the aircraft, his eyes widened and his cursing was soon overcome by the cracking of 4 explosions.
"The hell do you think you're doing, Jimbo?!", He yelled at the fighter. "This is sure to wake up all the damn no-brainers!"

Letting out a big sigh at the stupidity of this pilot, Quint gathered his stuff, and went downwards, off to some hideout of his that was in the opposite direction of where those bombs dropped.