Darkraven

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Also suddenly hit with an image of a Japanese boyband saving the day, lololol.

@Fillet

Kinda hard for me, considering that one of them is a girl and the medical officer is like 45.

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But not the entire horde followed her, right? And even so, they're down a flight of stairs or two?

@McHaggis

Oh, because we've been fighting them throughout. I would've figured they'd be approaching by now.

Maybe it's just that my post isn't clear, but they aren't that close. A part of the horde would be close enough to be a threat, but the general bulk of them would still need time. I'm thinking there'd be hundreds, even a thousand of them in the main bulk, but maybe dozens up to a hundred was getting close. There will also be some zombies that would be way ahead, i.e the ones at the barricade. So yeah.

EDIT: Because already, it was mentioned that there were already zombies pushing at the barricade, and more of them are cornering Amy?

EDIT2: I'm getting long winded. But isn't the scenario right now about a horde pursuing the group?

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Isn't it a barricade over by the stairs and not where all the zombie horde is?

@McHaggis

Yes it is, but the zombie horde isn't immobile like the barricade.

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@Darkraven Oh god you're turning into a ZOMBIE

@DJAtomika

Yeah, I can't help but to become a walking dead during the half-marathon itself. I believe my days of running such long distances is over.

Anyway, I've posted.

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Captain Ishida Hisashi

No no no Captain Ishida's mind was a storm as he saw people dying around them, the dead trying to exact vague vengeance. But it was no time for despair, he knew. It was amazing how he could just shove all his pain into a corner of his mind and keep functioning, but then again being a doctor had given him a self-reflexive view of his own health and psychology, allowing him to do just that.

A thousand things were happening. Just a few days ago, he would never even entertain the idea of becoming the commanding officer of his squad - at least what remained of it - but then a horde of hundreds made a beeline for the caravan they were protecting, splintering his squad up and separating his shard of the squad from the Major who was in command of the whole squad. If he would have looked at himself now a few days ago, he wouldn't have believed the decisions he was capable of making. Sure, he'd headed groups of surgeons before and chaired meetings and conferences back then, but...

"Ichiro, take Sergeant Katsuo to the top floor!" The captain ordered in Japanese - Private First Class Ichiro could barely understand even simple English at all, "Sergeant, signal for an evacuation!" The young soldier, the liveliest of them all, returned to the SUV to help support Katsuo and get him to the top. With his bitten leg, he wouldn't be able to keep up with what might come anyway.

Just as he was about order the civilians to stay behind him, one of them hopped back over the SUV towards the horde of Kyonshi, talking about hearing the voices of another survivor. The Captain himself couldn't hear anything, but Sergeant Maiko confirmed the call for help. It was only a little bit later that he saw the source of the supposed voices. A stray woman who had been following them. "Wait!" The captain objected towards Malik's rash decision to rush forward, but his cries fell on death ears. "The rest of you, stay behind us!" He ordered everyone else.

The heroic man had hopped over the barricade, deftly weaving past the Kyonshi. "Maiko, defend him! Open fire! Bayonets!" The medical officer ordered rapidly in his native language. The animated dead fell around Malik as he sprinted for the woman, but most of them were Sergeant Maiko's work. The captain ran out of cartridges in his current magazine quickly, as he had neglected to replace it earlier with a fresh one. With most of the Kyonshi near the SUV dead, the two soldiers manning it decided to cross it and trail behind the foolhardy civilian, engaging the few that were left dangerously close to their makeshift wall with bayonets. In the melee, Hisashi did much better than his medic, killing several in a flurry of kicks, rifle butts and stabs.

Hundreds more were approaching, forming a wall of advancing death. Time was running out for the hero and the woman. "Maiko, grenade out!" The captain ordered, again in his native language. They both pulled out a grenade each and lobbed them at the feet of the crowd.

"Grenade!" Maiko shouted, in English, in the chaos. The five seconds fuse ensured that the grenades exploded only shortly after the wave of corpses had engulfed them in several layers of advancing bodies. The resultant explosion did not kill many - possibly only ten at the most due to the obscene amount of flesh - but it did maim a good number of them, and knocked even more off their feet. It had a domino effect, as a Kyonshi that was knocked off its feet would fall the one behind it and so on. The advance was stopped but slowly regaining momentum. It would buy them time.

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I need some time before I post. Just ran a half marathon. As of right now, sitting on the dirty concrete floor and staring into space is the funnest form of entertainment for me.

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I'm hoping that this RP isn't just action and characters dying in horrible ways. From the sound of it, it looks like we're going to get a cool down period soon. I hope I'm right.

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First post up! I hope I haven't made any serious mistakes :) Who's up next?

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Captain Ishida Hisashi

The medical officer and his surviving soldiers climbed over the SUV barricade after Malik, the survivor they saved. Sergeant Yamauchi was having trouble with that, as his right calf was badly injured from a Kyonshi bite, but with Sergeant Maiko's help he was able to make it over just fine. The newer survivors, however, were still stumbling over their recent losses and were behind them. The vengeful dead were approaching. "Hurry! We cover you!" Captain Ishida shouted and raised his rifle. In Japanese, he ordered his men, "cover the civilians!" They proceeded to obey his command and lined up by the SUV, careful to pick a vantage point and target that would be safest when firing past friendlies. They had to take their time to aim as a consequence, the captain himself especially, since his marksmanship aptitude was actually the worst in his squad. Where he took the safest target in the corner and fired only a single shot, the others were dispensing several, and dispatching numerous. It should give his new dependents time to get to safety.

"Sir! You sir!" The medical officer said to the African man and asked, "Is top floor clear? Is top floor clear? We signal transport to pick us up!" Sweat was pouring down his face. A million things to consider. He then ordered Private First Class Wakahisa to check the vicinity behind them and make sure of its safety. The young soldier promptly disengaged from the SUV and scanned the rest of the carpark, his riot shield and pistol up and ready. But it was deathly quiet at the back.

A million things to consider, and no time to grieve. In truth, seeing that girl getting torn apart was too much for him to take- and he had already been through too many things that were too much for him to take. It'd brought back memories of Africa. He could already smell the blood from there, see the faces of despair and terror and resignation personified. He had wanted to wade in there to rescue her, but his rational side would not allow it. She was surrounded by dozens of them, the Kyonshi, and no amount of firepower could destroy her attackers.

All he could do now was to save everyone else.

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I definitely still am :)