Zombie Apocalypse RP
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OOC: I suppose i went with the helicopter party.
The smell of burnt flesh hung thick in the air. Zombies clearly in sight, he started taking them out.
*Bang* Steve started shooting the vile things, with a smug look of satisfaction on his face... which sigguard hated.
As Steve moved closer to the Helicopter, Sigguard wondered, how did these things get a one?
The smell of burnt flesh hung thick in the air. Zombies clearly in sight, he started taking them out.
*Bang* Steve started shooting the vile things, with a smug look of satisfaction on his face... which sigguard hated.
As Steve moved closer to the Helicopter, Sigguard wondered, how did these things get a one?
OOC- Well, I don't think we're allowed to create NPCs, so the guy in the helicopter is either about to die, or a zombie. I think I'm just gonna decide myself./OOC
"Hi, Steve"
Killion, sitting calmly in the mangled helicopter, removes his gun from Steve's head and shoots a zombie directly behind him, no emotion showing on his face.
"They're dead. The pilot lived a little longer than the rest. He gave me a journal. Don't know what's in it. Not important yet, this is a military craft and that is important."
"Here," Killion tosses a loaded Sub-machine gun in Steve's direction, "I prefer pistols"
*Killion lifts up his pistol and takes out two more zombies*
"Lets get out of here, we should wait for backup before trying to clear the courtyard. Then we can find out how the hell they got in."
OOC- sorry, not feeling very creative right now, I just wanted to continue the story.
"Hi, Steve"
Killion, sitting calmly in the mangled helicopter, removes his gun from Steve's head and shoots a zombie directly behind him, no emotion showing on his face.
"They're dead. The pilot lived a little longer than the rest. He gave me a journal. Don't know what's in it. Not important yet, this is a military craft and that is important."
"Here," Killion tosses a loaded Sub-machine gun in Steve's direction, "I prefer pistols"
*Killion lifts up his pistol and takes out two more zombies*
"Lets get out of here, we should wait for backup before trying to clear the courtyard. Then we can find out how the hell they got in."
OOC- sorry, not feeling very creative right now, I just wanted to continue the story.
OOC: hmmmm, death by doughnut....hadn't considered that one. Thanks for the advice, Rain 
Irish stirred, forced out of sweet unconsciousness by a debate on nomenclature and the cries of some scared little kid. "Damn, what does someone have to do for five minutes of quiet around here" He said, glancing up at Rain. "What's the deal Doc? Where's everyone else, and why are we all talking so very loudly?"
Irish stirred, forced out of sweet unconsciousness by a debate on nomenclature and the cries of some scared little kid. "Damn, what does someone have to do for five minutes of quiet around here" He said, glancing up at Rain. "What's the deal Doc? Where's everyone else, and why are we all talking so very loudly?"
OOC: I'm off to rescue Toilet. If anyone wishes to come, they are welcome.
Gremlin wandered out to stand next to Irish and Rain. "Surely" he asked "only you would know why you're talking so loudly?" he raised an eyebrow. "Gremlin is going for a walk." he announced "I may be some time. I may also be covered in guts when I return, so if you're squeamish, keep a blindfold handy!" with this he turned and loped off, swinging his axe about his person and humming tunelessly.
Gremlin wandered out to stand next to Irish and Rain. "Surely" he asked "only you would know why you're talking so loudly?" he raised an eyebrow. "Gremlin is going for a walk." he announced "I may be some time. I may also be covered in guts when I return, so if you're squeamish, keep a blindfold handy!" with this he turned and loped off, swinging his axe about his person and humming tunelessly.
OOC: Sounds good, I can't really do anything stuck in here anyway.
Oh, and Pie, I'm pretty sure you aren't supposed to blatantly control other people's characters like that.
Oh, and Pie, I'm pretty sure you aren't supposed to blatantly control other people's characters like that.
OOC- I don't mind if you use my character to advance the story- if I need to do something and I'm not here, it gets taken care of instead of everyone just sidetracking onto less important stuff until I get back. I hated when that happened in the earlier ones. However, I think you made my character look a little TOO awesome. I was going to balance off the cool scene by screwing something up.
OOC: Well, if you're fine with it, then whatever.
I'll just be hiding in my little hole until my savior comes to rescue me.
I'll just be hiding in my little hole until my savior comes to rescue me.
Robert shivered, watching Gremlin striding away, and quickly ran to catch up with him. For, although he was scared, not a huge help in a fight and also still clutching his laptop, Gremlin looked like he knew what he was doing. Plus, he might be able to give him some tips on getting out of this mess in one piece.
Having scurried up to him, he spoke again, voice less shaky than before.
"Do... do you know any way I could get a weapon or something?"
Having scurried up to him, he spoke again, voice less shaky than before.
"Do... do you know any way I could get a weapon or something?"
Gremlin stopped and turned, surveying the small group that followed him. He smiled. "Gremlin is going to explore." he said. "this place is our home for now, like it or not, and I wish to make sure I know my way around. Plus, there may be others in here we have yet to meet." He nodded to Robert "To be sure. Places like this are filled with weapons, by intent or accident. Wait here." He walked into a nearby shop and returned a moment later with a stout piece of piping. He handed it to Rob. "Perhaps not as efficient as a blade, but will keep the zombies away, and Gremlin thinks better not run the risk of lopping your own limbs off. I know all about that!" he grinned, and gestured to his shin, or lack thereof.
He spotted Steve coming from a distance, and his face darkened. "I do not like this one. Survival of the self above others is understandable, but to condemn others for money is not. If you wish to come, let us go."
He turned an walked off once more.
OOC: Will get to you next post Rabid, just want to give others a chance to respond, and Steve a chance to ***** about something.
He spotted Steve coming from a distance, and his face darkened. "I do not like this one. Survival of the self above others is understandable, but to condemn others for money is not. If you wish to come, let us go."
He turned an walked off once more.
OOC: Will get to you next post Rabid, just want to give others a chance to respond, and Steve a chance to ***** about something.
A small smile spread onto Roberts face as he was handed the piping, and he blinked several times whilst trying to register Gremlin's leg. After a moment he walked after Gremlin, only to be insulted by Steve. He glared at Steve, but didn't say anything after a quick 'Thanks' to Gremlin.
I don't like him either... He thought.
I don't like him either... He thought.
Gremlin kept on the move as the others followed him. Steve's insult did not bother him unduly, though his treatment of Rob annoyed him. He let his axe hang down beside him on Steve's side, and suddenly stopped, causing Steve to nick his leg on the axe-head before he could stop. Gremlin stared into the man's eyes and grinned. "Your reactions are slow, Gremlin thinks. Perhaps you should pay more attention to what is happening around you than the shortcomings of others?" Still grinning, he swung his axe back up to waist height, winked at Rob and carried on. "Before you shoot me" he called back without turning round "remember that murder is not socially acceptable, while the killing of zombies makes you heroic. The women appreciate a hero, I believe."
The small group hurried on, and before long were overlooking an area filled with the infected. Gremlin squatted down, leaning on his axe and surveyed the shops. One was obviously barricaded in a hurry, while zombies roamed the others at will. "Looks like we have more company than expected!" Gremlin smiled. "We cannot leave anyone to the mercy of these things, Gremlin thinks." He lifted his head and shouted "Hello there! Is there anybody alive in there?"
The small group hurried on, and before long were overlooking an area filled with the infected. Gremlin squatted down, leaning on his axe and surveyed the shops. One was obviously barricaded in a hurry, while zombies roamed the others at will. "Looks like we have more company than expected!" Gremlin smiled. "We cannot leave anyone to the mercy of these things, Gremlin thinks." He lifted his head and shouted "Hello there! Is there anybody alive in there?"