Zombie Apocalypse Squad II [Closed]
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Alfie placed hs rifle down at his side, and stretched his arms. Ever since they made camp, all they'd done was casually defend their spot. A zombie would wonder up to then every minute or so, someone would kill it, then continue the conversation. They'd taken to shooting off their seperate limbs to pass the time.
It was then Derrick and Flo spotted a zombie making it's way past them. It was sprinting at speed, and seemed to have something strapped to it's chest. Alfie was casually rocking in his chair, oblivious to anything around him.
"Where's that going?", Derrick asked himself outloud, "Why would it just wonder past us?"
"No clue. Reckon we should shoot it?", Flo yawned, somewhat aiming toward the zombie.
"Nah. Could attract others. Leave it.", Derrick instinctively yawned, after looking at Flo do the same.
The zombie ran toward the nearby village, as Derrick and Flo watched it with interest. It suddenly dawned to them what was strapped to it's chest, but they were too late to react as the zombie ran into the village walls, and the explosives on it's chest detonated. Alfie, suprised by the sudden explosion, stumbled to his feet, pulling his rifle up to the aim.
"What the fuck happened? Where did that explosion come from?"
"A fucking zombie suicide bomber just blew itself up against the village wall!", Derrick shouted.
It was then, a horde of zombies ran over the hill from the north of their camp.
"Shit, it was a fucking diversion! Run!"
"To where?", Flo screamed.
"To the village. They must be somewhat fortified. Come on, run!", Alfie screamed, as the zombies scuttled toward them.
Picking up what little gear they could, the three soldiers ran toward the nearby village.
"Bastards! Motherfucking bastards!"
It was then Derrick and Flo spotted a zombie making it's way past them. It was sprinting at speed, and seemed to have something strapped to it's chest. Alfie was casually rocking in his chair, oblivious to anything around him.
"Where's that going?", Derrick asked himself outloud, "Why would it just wonder past us?"
"No clue. Reckon we should shoot it?", Flo yawned, somewhat aiming toward the zombie.
"Nah. Could attract others. Leave it.", Derrick instinctively yawned, after looking at Flo do the same.
The zombie ran toward the nearby village, as Derrick and Flo watched it with interest. It suddenly dawned to them what was strapped to it's chest, but they were too late to react as the zombie ran into the village walls, and the explosives on it's chest detonated. Alfie, suprised by the sudden explosion, stumbled to his feet, pulling his rifle up to the aim.
"What the fuck happened? Where did that explosion come from?"
"A fucking zombie suicide bomber just blew itself up against the village wall!", Derrick shouted.
It was then, a horde of zombies ran over the hill from the north of their camp.
"Shit, it was a fucking diversion! Run!"
"To where?", Flo screamed.
"To the village. They must be somewhat fortified. Come on, run!", Alfie screamed, as the zombies scuttled toward them.
Picking up what little gear they could, the three soldiers ran toward the nearby village.
"Bastards! Motherfucking bastards!"
Hope you don't mind. We just didn't seem to be going anywhere.
Slevin walked away from the broken down car
"Fucking car why won't you start shit on a cracker ahhhh!!. Fuck it I'll find another car to fix "
Slevin walked away mad at the car "Piece of shit ten hours working on that damn thing and not one damn thing fuck"
As he walked he saw Kevin and Jason "Hey whats up guy's where you headed?"
"Fucking car why won't you start shit on a cracker ahhhh!!. Fuck it I'll find another car to fix "
Slevin walked away mad at the car "Piece of shit ten hours working on that damn thing and not one damn thing fuck"
As he walked he saw Kevin and Jason "Hey whats up guy's where you headed?"
Jason was eating some soup Jeremy had made. It was ok. Not his best work. Some salt would have helped, had they not used it all to made saltwater taffy last month. Still, it was damn good taffy. An explosion rattled the little French village. Some windows broke.
"I swear to God, it wasn't me. Honest."
The group rushed outside to see a horde of zombies charging through a whole in the wall on the other side of the village. Jason ran to his house and opened his emergency cabinet. He hadn't opened this since he'd came here. He pulled out the laser pistol he brought from the labs and ran outside to help in the defense.
"I swear to God, it wasn't me. Honest."
The group rushed outside to see a horde of zombies charging through a whole in the wall on the other side of the village. Jason ran to his house and opened his emergency cabinet. He hadn't opened this since he'd came here. He pulled out the laser pistol he brought from the labs and ran outside to help in the defense.
Dama was sitting with the others eating and listening to music when he was suddenly knocked to the floor by what sounded like an explosion..
After brushing himself off he pulled out his gun and left the mess hall to find a huge hole in the wall they had just fixed a couple other buildings were on fire.
He could already see some of the zombies getting back up and started crawling through the gap
"BREAK IN THE LEFT WALL EVERYONE GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE AND BRING SOME FIREPOWER"
Fireing at the hole getting as many head shots as he could Dama turned to Jason " what the hell kind of spikes did you put in that wall Jason or did ya feel we needed a little bam to spice things up"
Dama knew this was bad......
After brushing himself off he pulled out his gun and left the mess hall to find a huge hole in the wall they had just fixed a couple other buildings were on fire.
He could already see some of the zombies getting back up and started crawling through the gap
"BREAK IN THE LEFT WALL EVERYONE GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE AND BRING SOME FIREPOWER"
Fireing at the hole getting as many head shots as he could Dama turned to Jason " what the hell kind of spikes did you put in that wall Jason or did ya feel we needed a little bam to spice things up"
Dama knew this was bad......
As Slevin walked by he heard a giant explosion out of nowhere
"What the hell is happening"
He ran towards the noice to see that the zombies had attacked Slevin ran his hands through his pockets to realize "Shit I left all my supplies at the car"
Slevin ran as fast as he could to the truck getting his two hand guns and shooting the zombie that had chased him through
"Damn this looks like it's gonna be a bad day for me"
"What the hell is happening"
He ran towards the noice to see that the zombies had attacked Slevin ran his hands through his pockets to realize "Shit I left all my supplies at the car"
Slevin ran as fast as he could to the truck getting his two hand guns and shooting the zombie that had chased him through
"Damn this looks like it's gonna be a bad day for me"
Jason unleashed lasers upon the infected humans.
"All I did was put railway spikes in it! They don't explode anymore than a rabbit would! They obviously used some type of explosive from the outside!"
So help me God, if they even get NEAR my house......... they're dead.
"All I did was put railway spikes in it! They don't explode anymore than a rabbit would! They obviously used some type of explosive from the outside!"
So help me God, if they even get NEAR my house......... they're dead.
Looking over at the small group of people fending off the hored Dama made a risky move...
"Be right back im gonna get a bigger gun dont kill them all without me haha"
Busting through his front door and running to the locked closet in the back cornner. rushing with the combination held him up for a few seconds but it finaly clicked open.
there it was his only prized posession The Jackal, This black monster had 280 mm long barrel and weighed 5kg each custom made bullet was a 13 mm explosive round
His father left this to him and it was about to be used for the first time in 2 years..
"Be right back im gonna get a bigger gun dont kill them all without me haha"
Busting through his front door and running to the locked closet in the back cornner. rushing with the combination held him up for a few seconds but it finaly clicked open.
there it was his only prized posession The Jackal, This black monster had 280 mm long barrel and weighed 5kg each custom made bullet was a 13 mm explosive round
His father left this to him and it was about to be used for the first time in 2 years..
I'm slightly confused as to the story and situation. If someone could enlighten me, then I'll be able to post. Thanks.
Name: Ken Woodson
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: long brown hair + beard, with shades, a trilby, baggy jeans and a hawaiian shirt worn under a blazer (clearly into ska)
History: Was introduced to music at a young age and branched out into most genres of music. At 13 Ken lept into a life of crime, scamming and thievery in particular.
Skill: Lock-picking
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: long brown hair + beard, with shades, a trilby, baggy jeans and a hawaiian shirt worn under a blazer (clearly into ska)
History: Was introduced to music at a young age and branched out into most genres of music. At 13 Ken lept into a life of crime, scamming and thievery in particular.
Skill: Lock-picking
Dama left his house and quickly headed over to the survivers
The horde was at bay but he felt it was time to turn the tables
But as he rased the huge weapon all the memories of his familys death came rushing back
dropping the gun he grasped his skull screaming
"I had no choice they were going to kill me, IM SO SORRY DAD!"
With that he passed out right in the middle of the attack. The jackal laying beside him fully loaded and ready to go
The horde was at bay but he felt it was time to turn the tables
But as he rased the huge weapon all the memories of his familys death came rushing back
dropping the gun he grasped his skull screaming
"I had no choice they were going to kill me, IM SO SORRY DAD!"
With that he passed out right in the middle of the attack. The jackal laying beside him fully loaded and ready to go
Jason heard a thump to his right. Dama was on the ground, unconscious. "Damn it Dama!"
The laser pistol's battery was still going strong, but it wasn't killing the zombies fast enough. He saw the magnum on the ground. He's had that all this time and NOW gets it out?!?
He put the laser pistol in his overcoat and picked up the magnum.Then Dama chopped his legs out from underneath him, saying "DON'T TOUCH SASHA!" He pressed the fire trigger. He was pushed back from the force the gun fired. The zombies fell in many rows from the barrage of the bullets. "Ha! THIS is a weapon! THIS is how to kill them all! THIS is-" The magnum jammed. He pulled out the laser pistol again. "THIS is the superior weapon!" He continued to blasts rays of energized light at the incoming infected.
The laser pistol's battery was still going strong, but it wasn't killing the zombies fast enough. He saw the magnum on the ground. He's had that all this time and NOW gets it out?!?
He put the laser pistol in his overcoat and picked up the magnum.
Mr. Rainbow had seen the running zombie and had seen the fireworks, such wonderful shades of red had unravelled from them, so drawn like a moth to a flame he arrived upon a scene of bloodshed and panic. The situation seemed desperate and caused for desperate measures. It was time to use. The balloons.
A hand flew up, balloons went down, spilling a gooey mixture of porridge, rice and acid onto the hordes. Sticking onto their rotting flesh and burning it to the core, snapping off limbs and melting organs. Pulling forth his cleaver he bounced into the fray.
A hand flew up, balloons went down, spilling a gooey mixture of porridge, rice and acid onto the hordes. Sticking onto their rotting flesh and burning it to the core, snapping off limbs and melting organs. Pulling forth his cleaver he bounced into the fray.
"I got it"Kevin cried at the house brandishing his weapon
"Need some help?"he grinned firing his syringe gun at the hoard the syringes injecting them with deadly doses of potassium
"Need some help?"he grinned firing his syringe gun at the hoard the syringes injecting them with deadly doses of potassium
Yes i'm a medic with a syringe gun.....Oh and if you get hurt please shout out MEDIC!
Thanks for the summary.
Winston sat atop an old house, smoking his staple Richmond, taking shots at the horde with his rifle.
Greedy buggers when it comes to it, these walking dead. Looks like they could use some help down there. Off I bloody well go then.
He hurried down the stairs, only to be greeted by a ravenous zombie.
"Why you bloody swine! En garde!" Winston drew his rapier, and lunged at the creature, striking it square in the eye, and smiting it for good. "Useless blighter" he said, wiping his blade and casually stepping over the bloodstained corpse. "Onwards to victory!" he then muttered somewhat patriotically, although what he was a patriot of he didn't quite know.
He joined his comrades where they were gathered, waving his rapier about like a madman.
"Let's have it then, you louts!"
One of the innumerable creatures made a desperate, depraved lunge at Winston, but he calmly stepped aside, utilising correct technique and posture, and plunged his weapon into his attacker's head.
"Touche, miserabilis."
I'm a medic i wouldn't be that effective with a gun anyway and i'm giving them posion thats killing them.Zombies are allergic to potassium right?I guess i could use morphine......
Alfie collapsed into the ground as he entered the village, and instantly turned on his back, unleashing a flurry of fire upon the the oncomming hordes. Derrick stopped, and lifted him up whilst he randomly fired in the direction of the zombies. Flo knelt on one knee, picking off zombies that Derrick wasn't hitting. Alfie quickly clambered to his feet with Derrick's help, as all three of them sprinted toward the villagers who were fighting off the hostiles.
"How many of them are there? There has to be atleast 500, for fuck sake."
"No clue Alf, but I don't think we should stand and count.", Derrick shouted as he made his way throuh the hole in the in the wall, Flo following behind him.
Alfie hit a zombie in the face with the butt of his rifle, then pulled the gun to his hip, unleashing a spray of bullets onto the zombies as he backed up through the wall.
"Who's in charge here?"
"How many of them are there? There has to be atleast 500, for fuck sake."
"No clue Alf, but I don't think we should stand and count.", Derrick shouted as he made his way throuh the hole in the in the wall, Flo following behind him.
Alfie hit a zombie in the face with the butt of his rifle, then pulled the gun to his hip, unleashing a spray of bullets onto the zombies as he backed up through the wall.
"Who's in charge here?"