My sniper/ninja/shadow imaginery out of place killer will have trouble getting to Vagas... Maybe he could dig his way underground... Anyways, I guess he will not really see you there in the next few years.
Zombie Apocalypse RP
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Several days passed since the radio broadcast until the group finally finished the preparations for leaving. Rob and Maeror had since been buried and small headstones were erected in their honor. Two trucks from the motor pool were hauled out into the parking lot while they were loaded with everything required for the journey. One more was wheeled out and the few survivors piled in.
Gremlin stood at the guardhouse and raised his crude gate. The convoy rolled through and onto the blocked streets. The machines seemed too old to work and black plumes of smoke escaped their exhausts. As the last truck passed, Gremlin swung out and hopped aboard.
The small caravan rolled down through the state with minimal trouble. Every mile or so, a group of humanoid shapes would be spotted out in the distance but soon disappeared as the trucks drove on. The main problem was traffic. Despite being abandoned nearly a year ago, the cars on the interstate blocked the road. Often, the cars were formed into barricades trying to discourage traffic through infected areas.
One such barricade appeared to be manned buy other survivors. The men and women at the roadblock regarded the newcomers with suspicion. One of them seemed to reach for a radio as she gestured to another. Two watchmen came out from around the pile of cars and raised their rifles. Johnny stood up from the back of a truck and raised his hands in a friendly gesture. The rifles cracked and Johnny dropped to the bed, one of his fingers blown off at the knuckle.
The convoy tried to turn about but gunfire slashed all but three of the tires. Galt and Al dropped out from one of the cabs and ran to the back. Rain tried to shelter Johnny behind a crate on the back while they checked his wound. Patrick and Brad returned fire from the shelter of the trucks. When the shooting seemed to die down, Galt and Patrick stepped out towards the wrecks.
The bodies on the ground appeared to have modified military fatigues. Emblems bearing the letters ?N.A.H.? seemed to be crudely sewn on the shoulders. It was clear this was a Hegemon checkpoint. Galt had inadvertently led his people straight into a trap.
As Galt rounded the cars, something whirled around and fired. Galt screamed as the bullet cracked through his jaw. Fragments of bone and teeth clattered on the ground as Galt crumpled under another shot. He fell backwards as the shooter continued firing into the crowd. Patrick tried to raise his rifle but another shot tore through his ribs. The shooter stepped out from the barricade, one hand clutching a wound on his thigh. He kicked Patrick aside and turned to the group. Laura caught him in the cheek with a bolt and Rain rushed to the other two but was too late. Patrick?s lung was punctured and Galt did not appear to be in any condition to save. Shocked and stranded, the group stood on that cluttered road in the Nevada desert trying to think abut their next move.
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Alright, Patrick died from lack of posts and I decided to off myself as well. Now you've got to decide what you're going to do.
Gremlin stood at the guardhouse and raised his crude gate. The convoy rolled through and onto the blocked streets. The machines seemed too old to work and black plumes of smoke escaped their exhausts. As the last truck passed, Gremlin swung out and hopped aboard.
The small caravan rolled down through the state with minimal trouble. Every mile or so, a group of humanoid shapes would be spotted out in the distance but soon disappeared as the trucks drove on. The main problem was traffic. Despite being abandoned nearly a year ago, the cars on the interstate blocked the road. Often, the cars were formed into barricades trying to discourage traffic through infected areas.
One such barricade appeared to be manned buy other survivors. The men and women at the roadblock regarded the newcomers with suspicion. One of them seemed to reach for a radio as she gestured to another. Two watchmen came out from around the pile of cars and raised their rifles. Johnny stood up from the back of a truck and raised his hands in a friendly gesture. The rifles cracked and Johnny dropped to the bed, one of his fingers blown off at the knuckle.
The convoy tried to turn about but gunfire slashed all but three of the tires. Galt and Al dropped out from one of the cabs and ran to the back. Rain tried to shelter Johnny behind a crate on the back while they checked his wound. Patrick and Brad returned fire from the shelter of the trucks. When the shooting seemed to die down, Galt and Patrick stepped out towards the wrecks.
The bodies on the ground appeared to have modified military fatigues. Emblems bearing the letters ?N.A.H.? seemed to be crudely sewn on the shoulders. It was clear this was a Hegemon checkpoint. Galt had inadvertently led his people straight into a trap.
As Galt rounded the cars, something whirled around and fired. Galt screamed as the bullet cracked through his jaw. Fragments of bone and teeth clattered on the ground as Galt crumpled under another shot. He fell backwards as the shooter continued firing into the crowd. Patrick tried to raise his rifle but another shot tore through his ribs. The shooter stepped out from the barricade, one hand clutching a wound on his thigh. He kicked Patrick aside and turned to the group. Laura caught him in the cheek with a bolt and Rain rushed to the other two but was too late. Patrick?s lung was punctured and Galt did not appear to be in any condition to save. Shocked and stranded, the group stood on that cluttered road in the Nevada desert trying to think abut their next move.
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Alright, Patrick died from lack of posts and I decided to off myself as well. Now you've got to decide what you're going to do.
"Shit!" Rain opened his medicle bag and grabbed a few instruments out. Looking at Galt, he knew there was no way he could save him. Even if he could somehow stop his bleeding, having he wouldn't last long without a jaw. Crotched down next to Patrick who was starting to go into shock.
"Patrick! Listen to me. Can you squeeze my finger? Come on!" Patricks arm was limp, blood starting to pump through the hole. Red bubbles were foaming out as well, not a good sign. This meant the lungs had begun to leak.
The group watched on as Rain went to work on the wounded man. Rain barked orders at the others which they quickly jumped onto. After half an hour Rain lent back and looked at the sky. Noone said a word but knew what happened.
"The bullet punctured his left lung. I tried to stop the bleeding but it filled too fast. I did all I could but he'll drown in his own blood. I'd say he has a few more minutes left. I gave him some morphine to help speed up the bloodflow and help stop the pain a bit."
Rain walked past the crowed to the back leaving his gear by Patrick. He put his hands on his head and watched the sun.
"Patrick! Listen to me. Can you squeeze my finger? Come on!" Patricks arm was limp, blood starting to pump through the hole. Red bubbles were foaming out as well, not a good sign. This meant the lungs had begun to leak.
The group watched on as Rain went to work on the wounded man. Rain barked orders at the others which they quickly jumped onto. After half an hour Rain lent back and looked at the sky. Noone said a word but knew what happened.
"The bullet punctured his left lung. I tried to stop the bleeding but it filled too fast. I did all I could but he'll drown in his own blood. I'd say he has a few more minutes left. I gave him some morphine to help speed up the bloodflow and help stop the pain a bit."
Rain walked past the crowed to the back leaving his gear by Patrick. He put his hands on his head and watched the sun.
* I have been reading this thred for a while now and finaly got of my lazy arse and decided ti sign up,
1. would i be right in asuming that this is based loosly on the Zombie survival guide.
2. This is not a drop in thing, (i know but im just reasuring myself).
3. That i am somekind of selfrithous prick if i were to asume that i would be allowed to join in?
4. As i loosely know the story i would be glad to help to continue it for people who were absent if i wernt able to join in.
5. Im SO sorry for interupting.
1. would i be right in asuming that this is based loosly on the Zombie survival guide.
2. This is not a drop in thing, (i know but im just reasuring myself).
3. That i am somekind of selfrithous prick if i were to asume that i would be allowed to join in?
4. As i loosely know the story i would be glad to help to continue it for people who were absent if i wernt able to join in.
5. Im SO sorry for interupting.
i thought so nvm but consider me for the next one pliz mate (even thought your not my mate),
i am a renoud author within my school and was just hopeing, Thanks for the confimation but what about my other questions ? (Zombie Survival Guide)
Oh and ive just realised if you leet me join then it would be unfair on ohter who want to join sorry i even brought it up.
Ps. sorry again for interupting
i am a renoud author within my school and was just hopeing, Thanks for the confimation but what about my other questions ? (Zombie Survival Guide)
Oh and ive just realised if you leet me join then it would be unfair on ohter who want to join sorry i even brought it up.
Ps. sorry again for interupting
"He's dead! They're dead!" Laura exclaimed. "They're... they're dead, and Galt... What the hell are we going to do? What the fuck are we going to do!?" She put the base of her hands on her temples and bore her teeth to the heavens. She ran her palms along her hair and exhaled deeply. "Johnny's alright, right Rain? Anybody else hurt? Al, are you okay?" She rushed over to Al and went to put her hand on his shoulder but saw the bolt in her hand, dripping blood. She tossed it away like a leper's glove and started crying.
OOC: Alotak, I sincerely don't mean to be rude, but would your writing improve if you were in a RP? Bad spelling physically hurts many here on The Escapist forums.
OOC: Alotak, I sincerely don't mean to be rude, but would your writing improve if you were in a RP? Bad spelling physically hurts many here on The Escapist forums.
OOC: Probably based on the guide.
"I'm fine." He felt confused- Al wasn't used to people asking for his say in things. Nonetheless, it felt great to have physical contact with another human being again. He squeezed Laura's hand before commenting, "We're still alive. We just need to not lose sight of our humanity."
He ran over to Johnny and began administering first aid to his bleeding hand. 'Thank goodness I got the First Aid merit badge,' he thought. "Alright people, we need a plan and we need a new leader, stat." He paused before adding, "And how the hell did the NGE know where we were?"
"I'm fine." He felt confused- Al wasn't used to people asking for his say in things. Nonetheless, it felt great to have physical contact with another human being again. He squeezed Laura's hand before commenting, "We're still alive. We just need to not lose sight of our humanity."
He ran over to Johnny and began administering first aid to his bleeding hand. 'Thank goodness I got the First Aid merit badge,' he thought. "Alright people, we need a plan and we need a new leader, stat." He paused before adding, "And how the hell did the NGE know where we were?"
Laura smiled at Al and then followed him over to Johnny. "Have some water, Johnny," she said lifting a a bottle to his lips. Hearing Al, she replied, "Who? The shooters? I don't think they were after us. Although this doesn't seem like an important roadway or anything; there were already so many roadblocks... Maybe they're defending something important?" She took a breath. "As if dead people coming back to life and eating people wasn't enough."
Nah, this isnt based on the Zombie Survival Guide. In that, their werent any zombie animals. I'll take Johnny's finger getting blown off as his punishment for including them. =P
Upon hearing the shot, Stompy ducked behind whatever cover he could.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Stompy screamed, shocked at the sudden gunfire.
After the fight had died down, he tried to find out if anyone was injured, and could use assistance. Following the rest of the survivors, he found Purple frantically trying to save Patrick, and Galt lying motionless on the ground. "Shit..." he muttered.
"Why the fuck would they ambush us?" asked Stompy to the crowd. "We're just a buncha' survivors, we don't even have anything valuable. We're nothin' but small fry, why risk men, and waste bullets and time?" Stompy couldn't understand the attacker's motive(s), and was shocked to find 2 of the group dead.
"We need to move out. Guys, they're dead. Leave them. We need to get out of here, and fast. Don't we have spare tires to replace the ones that popped?" Stompy asked around, trying to move the convoy, possibly getting out of danger.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Stompy screamed, shocked at the sudden gunfire.
After the fight had died down, he tried to find out if anyone was injured, and could use assistance. Following the rest of the survivors, he found Purple frantically trying to save Patrick, and Galt lying motionless on the ground. "Shit..." he muttered.
"Why the fuck would they ambush us?" asked Stompy to the crowd. "We're just a buncha' survivors, we don't even have anything valuable. We're nothin' but small fry, why risk men, and waste bullets and time?" Stompy couldn't understand the attacker's motive(s), and was shocked to find 2 of the group dead.
"We need to move out. Guys, they're dead. Leave them. We need to get out of here, and fast. Don't we have spare tires to replace the ones that popped?" Stompy asked around, trying to move the convoy, possibly getting out of danger.
OOC: Pie, I think the blockaders were all dead, actually.
"Titty biscuits sums this up, Gremlin thinks." called Gremlin, as he sat on the trucks, legs dangling over the side. "Two dead." he sighed "And one our leader, too. This does not bode well."
He nodded to Pie "Gremlin could perhaps do rudimentary repairs, yes. But they would be nothing more than that. Gremlin is afraid to say that frankly, we need new vehicles." He jumped to the ground. "Supply check! Stompy, check food and water, how much do we have? Anyone know this area? If not, find me a map! We need a nearby area where we can nick some new rides, methinks!"
"Titty biscuits sums this up, Gremlin thinks." called Gremlin, as he sat on the trucks, legs dangling over the side. "Two dead." he sighed "And one our leader, too. This does not bode well."
He nodded to Pie "Gremlin could perhaps do rudimentary repairs, yes. But they would be nothing more than that. Gremlin is afraid to say that frankly, we need new vehicles." He jumped to the ground. "Supply check! Stompy, check food and water, how much do we have? Anyone know this area? If not, find me a map! We need a nearby area where we can nick some new rides, methinks!"
OOC: Hey Pie, remember when Galt said: "When the shooting seemed to die down, Galt and Patrick stepped out towards the wrecks. The bodies on the ground... etc?"
Laura looked over at Gremlin. "It's a desert, you can pretty much see all there is I'm afraid."
Laura looked over at Gremlin. "It's a desert, you can pretty much see all there is I'm afraid."
Gremlin grinned "Point." he shook his head. "Ok, that perhaps was not fully thought through. Well, it remains that we need a map to find the closest place where we might find vehicles, be it forward or back, and cobbling together a means of getting there from what we have, I suppose. The main problem is we're likely to need to travel a fair distance for it. I'm not sure how well we can fix what we have up."
OOC: Well... seems like I really missed a lot since my last post on this thread. Sorry for leaving the story like I did, when I came back on the 28th and saw the size of the thread, I assumed I had been killed off at some point due to my minimal plot significance. In the future I'll actually check the story before assuming something like that.
But at least Galt found a good way to kill me off that did not involve something along the lines of me being eaten by a zombie that I was trying to cure.
But at least Galt found a good way to kill me off that did not involve something along the lines of me being eaten by a zombie that I was trying to cure.