Zombie Paris (Open)
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Apologies for the delay in GM interaction, I was out for the day.
Suddenly an explosion from outside the former Resistance hideout shocks you back to the rest of the world. Looking out the door the Nazi handler and the zombies burst in through, you can see that a Resistance arms cache is on fire and the sky is glowing a deep red. It appears that the attack that lies in pieces around your feet was not limited to this cell, and all of Paris is under attack by necrotic terrors from beyond the grave.
You'd better keep moving, lest the dead handler's superiors check to see why he hasn't reported back yet.
"I think we should find somewhere more secure than this. Very quickly" George said to the others. "We should also try and gather as much of the resitance as possible, this looks to be bigger than we thought."
"I know a place only a few hundred meters away from here, follow me!", Dominique said as she started searching her way through the shadows to get to a nearby resistance building.
Curtis continued holding onto his pistol as he followed Dominique. He was jumping at shadows, each movement caused him to become alarmed. He didn't say anything outloud, through fear of being heard by the Nazi's.
Seeing how one off the foreigners was very jumpy, Laurence walked up to him. "Relax, don't be so jumpy. Being alert is oke, but not the way you are doing it. You could get use killed like that or worse, kill a civilian. So learn to relax." Laurence told him in france.
you mean "told him in Fench" I think we may have realised we were in France a little while agoShanaar said:
Curtis sighed, "I know, but Combat isn't really my forte" he replied in french, "Despite it being in my job name" he tried to make a small joke and force a smile, he failed. "Ill try my best..." he tried to re assure himself and Laurence.
<spoiler=OOC>Woah woah woah, back up a second! We are in France!
<spoiler=OOC>Woah woah woah, back up a second! We are in France!
dragon_of_red said:
Oh shush!SwedishDude said:
Thailand?! I didn't sign up for action in Thailand! :O
Jean stayed close to the group, not wanting to be pulled off as a straggler. Seeing the extent of the damage, he began to worry about his siblings across the city. He sighed, finally putting out his pistol. Perhaps it was best that he got involved a bit more actively.
Jean stayed close to the group, not wanting to be pulled off as a straggler. Seeing the extent of the damage, he began to worry about his siblings across the city. He sighed, finally putting out his pistol. Perhaps it was best that he got involved a bit more actively.
Dominique finally saw it. It didn't stand out from the other buildings, but she knew it was the one. She made a hand gesture to the others to slow down a little bit, as she crouched slightly, and started moving swiftly towards the door. She pressed a small radio next to the door, and waited for the other end to start talking. After about a minute, a voice from the other side could be heard.
"Qu'est-ce que tu as dans ton c?ur?", it asked, waiting for the password. This building had a different password, as it was greatly smaller than average, and only twenty-eight people knew where it was.
"Le souhait d'une France libérée", She replied quickly, as the door opened, and she was rushed in.
"Who are these?", the doorman asked in french as they went in.
"You don't have to worry about that, they're part of the resistance, now wheres the others, we must warn them!"
<spoiler=OOC>Hope you guys don't mind the amount I just controlled...
"Qu'est-ce que tu as dans ton c?ur?", it asked, waiting for the password. This building had a different password, as it was greatly smaller than average, and only twenty-eight people knew where it was.
"Le souhait d'une France libérée", She replied quickly, as the door opened, and she was rushed in.
"Who are these?", the doorman asked in french as they went in.
"You don't have to worry about that, they're part of the resistance, now wheres the others, we must warn them!"
<spoiler=OOC>Hope you guys don't mind the amount I just controlled...
Just a little recap for those who were confused.ToxicPiranah said:you mean "told him in Fench" I think we may have realised we were in France a little while agoShanaar said:
I did not have time to read what I had posted, so it slipped past me. On a different note, I got Dyslexia. It is luckily only grammar and sometimes forgetting to put a word in a sentence. Just a little heads up in case it happens again.
Ok thanks for the heads up. Wasn't meant spitefully, just thought I'd give you a hand. Kinda got my comeupance for metioning it anyway.Shanaar said:
I'm serious man, I can't go to Thailand, I just pulled two tours in the Nam, I need to get outta the shit man.
Don't worry, we are only going to small island in the pacific called New Amsterdam to watch the birds.roleplayguy said:
"The pigs are using the dead now to fight there wars. Wait, how did they know were the other hideouts were? I think we may also have to deal with a traitor in our midst."
Getting in to the building he asked the doormen, "Were can I find the kitchen? I have a feeling this is going to be a long night and I need supplies."
Beach was the last to enter the new building. As the group had made their way through the shadows to this new location, Beach had spent most of the time looking behind him, his eyes scanning for more signs of Nazis and their creatures.
'They seemed to be in some kind of trance,' he thought to himself, 'acting simply on their really basic, primitive instinct to search for food.'
His mind flicked back to a book he read a few months ago about Haiti. Researchers had discovered the Haitians performing strange rituals, where recently dead villagers were seemingly brought back to life with mysterious powders.
'But what was it called..... what was the name they gave it.....,' his mind was racing, ' voo... voo......'
'Voodoo!'
Beach suddenly realised he'd shouted that out loud and people were now staring at him.
'They seemed to be in some kind of trance,' he thought to himself, 'acting simply on their really basic, primitive instinct to search for food.'
His mind flicked back to a book he read a few months ago about Haiti. Researchers had discovered the Haitians performing strange rituals, where recently dead villagers were seemingly brought back to life with mysterious powders.
'But what was it called..... what was the name they gave it.....,' his mind was racing, ' voo... voo......'
'Voodoo!'
Beach suddenly realised he'd shouted that out loud and people were now staring at him.
Curtis walked into the new room, he gave a weird look towards Beach, but ignored it. "They didn't know we were there, we shot them, remember?" he remarked, still abit annoyed at their recklessness earlier.
He walked over and slumped on a nearby chair, still shaking over what had happened.
He walked over and slumped on a nearby chair, still shaking over what had happened.