Zombie Apocalypse RP

[The_Toe_Bighter98]

Right outside the military base, a sniper/ninja/shadow waits, in one tree where he cannot be spotted. His work has yet to be done, killing people off who didnt feel right to the story.

You wont escape my imaginery guy that easily.

 

[The Sorrow]

Suddenly, the door opened. Two strong arms emerged, and grabbed Johnny from behind, one arm grabbing his good arm, while the other blocked his mouth, and he was pulled in the dark of the room.

"If you scream.... I will kill you" Said a voice, which must have belonged to the man who just grabbed him.

The dark closed, and it looked like nothing had ever happened.

OOC: let's try something...

ooc-Who the fuck are you?
Sorry to be blunt, but you don't even have a character Bio...do you?
I was under the impression you had to ask galt to play, and that is if you were able to even join this late in the game at all...

Edit:
This is getting way out of hand, I'm thinking about offing myself too, the RP needs to pick it up and get down to only a few members...

OOC: That's Siggaurd, Pie. Forget him already?

 

[Singing Gremlin]

OOC: I believe he attempted to do an Irish, since we didn't technically kill him.

 

[Easykill]

OOC- I think he was trying to pull off an Irish. I can't see that adding to the story much this time though. I think we need a quicker pace to the murders.

EDIT- Wow, that totally wasn't there when I wrote this. Great minds think alike, I guess.

 

[Singing Gremlin]

OOC: then we shall leave it their as a testament to the greatness of our minds! And I think attempting to come back from a lynch or murder is now forever 'an Irish'. Congratulations you soap-wielding daemon, you've been immortalised.

 

[Easykill]

OOC- Stompy- It's like this. This is a lynching roleplay. We're given a scenario, we settle into it, and then someone gets murdered. After the murder we guess who it is and whoever gets the most votes dies. If we get the correct person, we win. The killer wins if he gets to the end without being lynched, and everyone else is dead. We've only had one murder and lynch so far, but in the other two the killer won, so this one's probably going to last a while.
Gremlin- Don't worry, you'll get one too. How about anyone who gets completely screwed over by an Irish, resulting in their death by suicide and complete incineration, is called a Gremlin? Or is that not specific enough?

 

[stompy]

Oh, this is like the Starcraft one you guys did a while ago, huh? Alright, thanks for clearing it up

"Well, a few people said that burning the bodies distracted them, so that's why we're doing this" replied Stompy to the man who talked to Shaz and him. "Can you think of another, more discreet method of getting rid of the bodies?"

 

[Kuneru]

"Theres alot of concrete in the stores, maybe we could go with a mass grave. It's not as elegant as crushing each head and probaly more work than a human bonfire but I'm sure theres something around here that can dig a grave fast. It looks like they had some construction work in mind before this all happened..." Bradley cheerfully replied from across the room, the change of scenery had done him good and he was used to seeing corpses now. He had to wonder how long he'd be seeing a shrink after this and the bill he'd mount up.

 

[Larenxis]

Laura heard Johnny scream, and then call for her. She rushed towards the sound of his voice, gripping her crowbar. She entered the communications room, and gasped in horror. There was no time to be terrified though, something could be happening to Johnny. Was there a zombie inside the base? Were there more? Was this place not safe at all? She ran up the stairs to where Johnny was.

"What happened?" she begged. "Is everything alright?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's just- everything's alright. I recorded a new message."

"Oh good," Laura said, and she realized how tense every muscle in her body and become. She relaxed and put her crowbar back in her belt.

OOC: I was going to have a big conversation with you, but I've rethought it.

 

[stompy]

"Right, so, any ideas where this thing could be? I haven't seen it." inquired Stompy.

 

[Kuneru]

Bradley crossed his arms and raised his chin a little, "I think we just found a way to make you useful then." He grinned broadly and patted Stompy on the back as he went off to find more junk.

"Check the parking lot out back, maybe theres a JCB. If not then look for anything else we could use to disspose of this lot..."

OCC- I think Bradley's becoming too nice, I'll have to try and get him back to how he used to be...

 

[stompy]

Right, thanks for the bloody fetch-quest.[/sarcasm]

Grumbling, Stompy accepting the task, Stompy set out. "Any chance of something to defend myself with?" asked Stompy, before he left, as who knows what could be out there?

 

[Larenxis]

"Can you just keep an eye on me while I check it out, I think it would be a little bit safer to move in pairs..." Johnny told Laura. She peered at the door. It didn't interest her; not right now. She was worried. Sure, she wasn't positive that Johhny had killed Dan, but she didn't trust him either. The others knew who she was with, and Galt knew where they were at least, so maybe...?

"Alright. We'll check it out." Laura turned the door knob. "Not locked," she said, pushing it open softly. "Well! Gentlemen first." She smiled and raised her eyebrows a bit, turning off the safety on her pistol.

 

[John Galt]

Johnny and Laura bounded into Galt's 'office', they both looked exhausted.

"Jesus Christ people, what happened?"

They proceeded to explain the past events in a stream of hurried sentences and slurred words. Galt heard through the panting that there were still infectees in the base. He sat still for a while and looked up at the ceiling. Drawing his eyes back down to the pair in front of him, he explained his plan.

"Alright, this is what we do: Laura, you get everyone to stay out of that hall while Johnny and I soundproof that door. A couple matresses from the bunks should do well enough to muffle the pounding."


Murder will be up tomorrow.

 

[blackadvent]

"Son of a..." Al began checking over his supplies. He had his rifle... He'd snuck in a sub-machine gun he'd found while trying to make sense of his predicament. He also had enough bullets for both to fight a small war. If there really were infected people in the base didn't matter, he wasn't going to be caught off guard that easy.

OOC: About time! Been waiting for the game to continue!

 

[The Sorrow]

Maeror, finished with reinforcing the barrier, opened his pouch of supplies. He'd grabbed a small semi-auto pistol to make up for his lost Glock, and he still had his knives. He also had a book he'd been meaning to read: A Game of Thrones. He sat down with his back against the wall and started reading.
"Heh, the guys back in the division laughed at me for liking fantasy...wonder what they're doing now?..."

 

[Larenxis]

Laura looked at Galt, hands on her hips. "We can't just leave it there. What if somebody radios us? Or we need to update the message? As much as it creeps me out, we've got to deal with it. And by we, I mean you, because I'm not going back in there. I just- there were these... people... and..." Laura put the safety on her pistol and put it away, taking out her iPod. She put in the earbuds and looked back to Galt. "I can still hear you, it just calms me down. Um, what was I saying? There were some... bodies there, but they looked like they're going to stay dead. I didn't see the infected, but it sounded like there was only one. I can't be sure though, I was a bit panicked. What do you think, Johnny?"