Zombie High! Survival RP (Started)

[VaudevillianVeteran]

"Tomorrow morning would be good. I don't think I'm up for going back for today. I just hope Adries doesn't mind putting back leaving for a while, I don't know what she had in mind. We're lucky about the weapons actually, when we were looking for you, we were freaking out about needing ammo." Lisa answered rolling up the slightly long sleeves as they started to bother her.

 

[tsatoma]

"Hah. I remember I had my Desert Eagle stolen, or at least taken away by Jack. Well then. I guess I'll be going back to bed. I think a few more hours of sleep will do me quite well. Tomorrow we'll show you the gun selection then we'll head off then," he told her, stretching again. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek, saying good night before heading upstairs into his room.

((Probably won't post anymore tonight. My friends and I are going to play a bunch of games.))

 

[VaudevillianVeteran]

She gave a hug, calling goodnight after him before finishing her drink and heading back into the living room. Adries was deep in sleep. Lisa sat in the armchair she had sat in earlier and curled up. She wasn't sure about sleeping or not but she rested her eyes.

(((Night all.)))

 

[blaze96]

Jack found a zombified administrator which he had dispatched with the butt of the rifle. He checked the body finding a password to the computer network, allowing full access to all systems. He immediately went to the administrators former office in the top of the building and changed the password to the system to something that would be hard for others to figure out but easy for him to remember.

 

[VaudevillianVeteran]

Christie was having some serious issues now. It'd been an hour since she'd started down the road. It was dark and the clouds above her were ominous. Her steps were forceful but clumsy. A feeling of consolation finally arrived when she reached the turn to the residential area. She'd stop for a moment and take a breather before starting the 10 mile walk. The wound was pounding, but she ignored it in spite, downing another mouthful of water.
I'm finally here...You think you can hide Jack? You just wait-huh. Wait.
The road was dark, but the surprising sight of oncoming headlights headed towards her. She drew her knife quickly and moved the the side of the road. The unseen car stopped and the sound of doors opening was heard.
"...?"

 

[tsatoma]

"Freeze and do not move!" ordered a voice from the car. Three ominous figures arose, all pointing assault rifles at her. The one who yelled out the order stepped into the light, revealing a middle-aged military man. He ordered one of his men to make sure she wasn't carrying anything.
Another man quickly ran over to Christie, gun on her. He was much younger then his colleagues, probably only in his early twenties. He quickly frisked her, saying that he was sorry but that they needed to check anyways. "Nothing sir!" he told his leader, "Injured though sir!"

"Alright, alright. Calm down now Jacobs. Westin, get the med supplies out," the leader told them.

 

[VaudevillianVeteran]

She took a step back, disapproving of the frisk. She kept her knife in her grip but loosened significantly, resting it on her leg holder. Christie looked over the figures with a calculating look, before allowing a smirk to hit her lips.
They're helping me...? Fuck, i must be hallucinating from blood loss.
"Much obliged." She said with a hint of suspicion before folding her arms, and allowing the other man to look her over who held a medical kit in his hands.
"Ranks?"

 

[tsatoma]

"M-Me? I'm just a Private," he responded, leading her over to the car. He turned to his superior, "Sir, should we move into one of the houses down the road? It would be easier to attend to, uh, her wounds."

"Sounds good Jacobs. Alright boys, lets get moving," he said, getting back into his seat as they turned around and drove down the highway. "You wanted to know our ranks right? Well, I'm Captain Conroy. The young man sitting next to you is Private Jacobs and in the passenger seat we have Warrant Officer Westin. Now, what would your rank be?" he asked, lighting a cigar as they neared a small town.

 

[VaudevillianVeteran]

"Lieutenant Colonel Bailey. A-" She winced as she tried to sit in a better position then continued, "...pleasure I'm sure."
She was slightly confused about whether or not to trust the men, but hid it, taking slight amusement from the nervous disposition of the Private. She extended her hand to him as he looked at her temporary bandaging.

 

[tsatoma]

Jacobs shook her hand nervously, muttering something about now having three superior officers and him having to watch his step. Conroy and Westin laughed as they pulled up into a small driveway near the edge of town. "This is the nicest house that we cleaned out," Westin told Christie as he and Jacobs helped her out. They led her inside, sitting her down.

"Heh, looks like you got into a fight," Westin said, opening up the med-kit and getting out what he'd need.
"Oh, that looks pretty bad," Jacobs said uncomfortably.
"Jacobs here has never actually been injured," Westin told Christie, putting on some gloves. He went to work fixing her up, carefully stitching up her wound.
Captain Conroy walked in with a bottle of scotch. "So, LC Bailey how has your mission been going? Not good from what I can assume," he said with a chuckle, pouring drinks for everyone.

 

[VaudevillianVeteran]

Christie gripped her fists but remained still as Westin fixed the wound. She continued to flinch, but tried her best to recover her composure even as the needle went through her skin. She gave a short laugh.
"Well Private, I can assure you that you're better off that way. Although it may seem I'm having the time of my life. And i wouldn't call it a fight if you get backstabbed. He shot me in the middle of a key part of my mission. In fact my already significantly delayed mission has become further delayed because of him. Bastard..." She explained, doing her best to suppress her rage.

 

[tsatoma]

"Really? Was he also in the military ma'am?" Jacobs asked before being told to not ask questions by Conroy.
"That sucks that you couldn't get your mission finished," Conroy said, an idea in his head, "How'd you like to be a part of ours?"

Westin and Jacobs looked at each other quickly, before turning back to what they were doing. Westin finished and started to put everything away. "You're good. Don't try to much though," he said, "You should probably have a little bit of that..scotch right? Right, have some of that."

 

[tsatoma]

((Ignore this too. Stupid computer with it's double posting!!! ))

 

[tsatoma]

((Ignore.))

 

[tsatoma]

((Grr, I dunno why my computer is acting up...))

 

[blaze96]

Jack started to pour over the security tapes of the building from the last few days.Most of what he saw was them in complete lockdown up until a day ago. What he saw after that made him want to turn it off immediately. He watched as soldiers went into the building and started shooting anyone in sight. Those that weren't killed in the lobby were executed wherever they were found. Video after video from camera after camera played this scene over and over. He watched the tape from that time at Julia's office, she had written the note around the time the lobby was shot up, two minutes later a group walked in exchanged words and shot her in the head, her notebook with all her research was take when they left.

'Those sick bastards, and to think now I have to find some way to embed myself with them to get those notes.'

 

[VaudevillianVeteran]

She nodded to Westin and admired the work. Being the daughter of a medic, she couldn't really help herself. Christie then took the glass of scotch with a slight smile. She swirled the glass a little while speaking.
"Your mission? Although I find myself somewhat skeptical about this already. Do tell." She replied before downing the scotch in one and giving a slight shudder.

 

[tsatoma]

"We are a part of a bigger...shall we say, new military faction for a new world power," Conroy said with a laugh, noting how stupid it sounded, "Basically we're going to take over. It's been a hard thing to plan out, but our real leader has been very helpful with recruiting new people and getting us closer to our goal."

"Yeah, and we'll all have high new positions! It'll be great," Jacobs said, being told to calm down by Westin.

"Basically. We'll start a new world order! And all thanks to the 'Bixler Virus' as we're calling it," Conroy said, pouring himself another drink.

 

[blaze96]

Jack finished watching the tapes and copied the ones showing the military killing everyone in the building, the killing of Julia Bixler, the taking of the notes, Jack's excursions through the building, and entering this room to use the computer. Jack took the note and conversation in his pocket and place them in between two books in the nearby bookshelf. He moved that video onto the desktop as well with a word document saying readme with the message of how it was their aunt's and in code he didn't bother to decipher. He explained where he was going and why before he saved the document to the desktop and left the room with the screen turned off.

Once he reached the lobby he got on the phone and called the school and used the extension to the chem room, knowing his message would leave a red blinking light. He kept the message simple.

"You Aunt is dead. The military executed her and her coworkers *at this point he left the address to the laboratory* go to the top floor and go into administrator Daniels' room and turn on the computer, follow the instructions, it's from your aunt and not me."

Jack hung up the phone and walked out of the building.

'Now I need to find a military base, time to head back to the police headquarters.' Jack thought as he got back in the car and turned back to where he had just come from.

 

[VaudevillianVeteran]

"New world order...? You know how to tempt a girl." Christie muttered handing her glass to Conroy for a refill, then crossing her legs while she considered it.
"I've been let down before. How can i be ensured that i'll be getting a piece of this power in the end? Also, care to tell me a little about the leader?" She asked, intrigued about the idea but still doubtful.