Zombie RP

[†Lak†]

The woman's kangaroo pummeled the fences in their path, kicking through the wood like they were styrofoam. Luke had to chuckle as they sprinted behind with weapons drawn.
"I almost forgot over the zombie assault, My name is Luke, and that's Logan."
Luke was about to slow down to make the introductions a bit more formal, but as the woman's kangaroo smashed through another fence, more than dozen zombies turned from where they were huddled. Blood covered their hands and faces.

[Bill E312 MD]

Name: William Davidson
Age: 25
Physical Characteristics: Tall and slim but with strong muscles. Fine tuned senses enable him to detect things that most people would miss.
Bio: He used to serve in the Army, that is, until they kicked him out for poking in the wrong direction. He traveled towards New York to find a job.
Location: At an underground safehouse. Filled with supplies and weapons that he managed to scavenge.
Weapon: Double pistols and a machine gun used for defending his base. (M240 G) An assault rifle, and three army knives.

William sat, pondering his options. He'd almost get done in by the infernal zombies, when he was out hunting for survivors and supplies. They ganged up on him before he had the chance to retaliate. Fortunately, he had the foresight to prepare an armor coated with barbed wires. It was a thin coating however, but it was still sufficient to keep the zombies at bay until he found his wits to use his gun. He cut a swath through them, and escaped towards the back alleys.

He made a few side turns and backtracks to avoid any still on his trail, before making it back towards his safe house. Once inside, he barricaded the door with several bars of steel and boxes of heavy equipment that he didn't know how to use. It was an easy thing to shift all those in case he had to open the door quick. For who, he didn't know. He almost screamed in frustration. There was another door leading towards another exit, but he almost never used that path. There were far too many of the zombies for him alone to handle.

Without anything to do, he got up and stretched his body before grabbing some of the weights lying around the place. It used to be a warehouse of sorts, filled with full of stuff that the previous owner dumped there. Lucky for William that the owner won't be using it anymore, since William shot the infernal zombie dead when he opened the door tentatively.

William trained extensively, angry, frustrated and afraid of what tomorrow might bring.

(OOC: If you guys want me to join you, I could set up my character to go outside and see you guys fighting for dear life before helping you.)

[Darkie]

Sheila smiled, " Nice to meet you, Luke and Logan, the name's Sheila Woodhouse, just moved here from good ol' Aussie."
Luke nodded as they ran, " Ah, so your Australian, I could tell by your accent."
Sheila nodded, then pointed over to where Steve was punching and kicking through the fences in their path, " And that's my mate (referring to as a friend), Steve the incredible boxing kangaroo.
I know him because I used to be a zoologist in Australia before I retired and got a new job here, didn't think there would be a zombie infestation.
Any others besides you two?"
Logan shook his head, " Any other people in the city are already dead, zombies, or maybe they're hiding."

[Bill E312 MD]

William took stock of his belongings. Weapons have sufficient ammo, food could last for a few months at least and a number of stuff that might or might not be useful for surviving in this infernal city. William was almost tempted to throw himself to the middle of a street and get torn to pieces by the zombies. As it was, he didn't. The military training he had was too deeply ingrained within him to even think about it for long.

"Damnit." William muttered to himself, a habit he had gotten into. "Gotta find at least one survivor. I can't believe that they all died!"

Swearing, he got up and unbolted the door after he made sure there was no zombie wandering about. He wore his barbed suit, loaded his guns and had a knife hidden inside his boot. He closed the door, but didn't lock it, it would be too risky if he had to get back fast. He wandered around carefully, thank goodness for the infiltration mission in Iraq before he was dismissed from the Army. It provided all the experience he needed for night time and stealth movement.

Moving from building to building with speed and stealth, he spied some movement towards his left and immediately trained his gun on the shadow. It was a zombie, indeed a grotesque sight. There was nothing human about it anymore, one of it's eyes had dropped out, it's left leg was rotting and the right was yet still preserved. Without any hesitation, William fired. The zombie dropped dead, again, to his feet. Realizing that he had to move fast to avoid any more of them chasing after him, he ran.

He spied some more movement directly in front of him, and almost fired had the shadows in front were suddenly lighted by gun fire and shouts. Zombies converged on the shadows, and William knew what he had to do. Firing in short bursts, he cleared away a couple of the undead, and fired towards the other zombies. Following his lead, the people fired and William swore he saw a kangaroo kicking at the zombies. Within minutes, the zombies were all dead, but that doesn't mean that they were out of danger.

"This way!" shouted William. "Follow me! I have a safe house!"

Without turning to see whether they followed or not, he ran towards his safe house. Behind, he heard the unmistakable growling sounds and shuffling of feet. The rotting smell, the moans, it all indicated that the zombies were coming after them. Desperate, William pulled a bomb out of his pocket and prepared to throw it. He didn't have to wait long though, a horde of undead rushed towards the location of the survivors.

He threw it, and ran faster. It was evident that the survivors decided to trust their lives to a stranger, albeit a living stranger at that. And that was enough for most people, who was alive anyways.

[†Lak†]

Luke and the group ran with the man as fast as they could after the initial blast from the bomb, but a seemingly growing group of zombies started following on their tail. The residential area seamed to get harder and harder to navigate through, but the man knew where he was going. As they broke away into a street lined with cars, the man slowed down and raised his gun forward towards the shadows between two buildings.

"Damn!" He shouted, the rest of the group raised their weapons and grew tense.
"What's wrong?" Luke said, looking around for an ambush.
"... Their coming, i can feel it."

No sooner had he said it, zombies came from everywhere some slow, but some fast, sprinting and growling like blood thirsty animals. Luke pulled his crowbar back like a bat as the others began to fire...

[Bill E312 MD]

William wasn't stupid, he knew that they can't hold them off for long. He needed to get them to the safe house, fast. But he wasn't sure how he could do it without leading the accursed zombies there too! Slowly, but surely, William and the others retreated backwards where he knew that there was a man hole that they could use to escape temporarily.

"Hey!" shouted William to the guy who had the crowbar. "Use that thing and pry that lid off that manhole!"
"Got it!"

William got a scratch on his cheek after a fast moving zombie scraped him with it's nails. He elbowed it, then fired a few rounds to the face. A quick shout from behind told them that the lid was open, and he quickly raced towards it. William covered the exit of the others as they hurriedly jumped down, only joining them after throwing a grenade that was sure to distract the zombies. Before the grenade exploded, he slid the lid back on.

The others panted and heaved, leaning against the sewer walls. William took the time to check the layouts of the sewers. It was not an accident that he explored these sewers when he was searching for a safe house, before he had a permanent place to stay.

"Right, as far as I know, these sewers are completely clean." started William. "I say we walk around and find another way leading up."
"Really? And how do you know that?" asked the guy with the crowbar. "I'm Luke, Luke Daniel."
"I'm William Davidson." replied William. "I lived in these sewers before I moved into my current safe house."
"Why didn't we just go straight there then eh?" asked the lady with the Australian accent. "Sheila Woodhouse, mate."
"That's because I didn't want them to follow me there. I'm quite contented to leave it that way." William peered closer at Sheila's companion. "Is that a kangaroo?"
"Yep. I brought this mate from Aussie, animal research and all that."
"Are we all rested yet? I think we should get a move on." said a relatively tough guy. "I think you should know me."
"Are you... Logan? Logan Creed?" exclaimed William. "I haven't seen you since after that mission in Iraq!"
"Yeah, missed you too. Now let's get a move on."

William nodded, then started walking down the sewers. It stinks, but it beats being dead.

[†Lak†]

Luke looked around the sewer, there was a minimum of light and the smell was starting to make him dizzy. The sewers looked like a maze of pipes and concrete corridors. Will took point as the rest followed him.

It felt like forever of walking when Luke heard scratching noises. Luke looked down and fought the urge to shout. There were large rats, all scurrying in the opposite was they were heading.
"Will, are you absolutely sure that the sewers are clean?" Luke said as the rats cleared his feet and an eerie silence filled the tunnels...

[Bill E312 MD]

William thought about it before he answered. "I'm positive. I lived here before, a few weeks past."
"Then why were the rats running in the opposite direction?" asked Luke.
"It's common enough." replied William as he surveyed his surroundings. "They keep moving about, trying to find a way to leave this place, these may be the last ones."

William paused a few moments to look for something, then, he found it. An arrow mark on the wall pointing to the left.

"Right, that's scratched by me, so I know where to go from now on." William announced. "We go right."
"But the arrows pointing to the left, mate." piped up Sheila. "Why'd we go the opposite direction?"
"That's 'coz I made them so. The zombies aren't stupid you know, they seek out whatever survivors and kill them or convert them."
"This is worse than the last war..." muttered Logan. "At least the enemies we faced were human..."

Leaving behind the grim talk, they resumed walking down the sewers, soon, they found a manhole leading up, beside the ladder, was a large X scratched on the wall. William waved them on, indicating that this wasn't safe for them to surface. He scratched that on the wall after he moved the lid an inch. Before he knew it, screams and howls were ringing through the night and he quickly slid the lid back on. After who knows how long, William checked his watch.

"It's... 6 am." announced Will. "Another hour and it's safe to surface."
"Before then, I suggest we rest up." said Logan. "A warriors strength comes from a refreshed body and mind, as well as the skills to back it up."
"I couldn't agree more." said Luke, his legs sore from walking such a long distance. They'd been walking for three hours, at least.
"Stevie needs a rest too. He gets cranky when tired." explained Sheila.

As one, they found comfortable spots and sat down. William tried to position them so that they covered all angles, it never hurts to be vigilant. He learned that lesson painfully when the strike force from the Iraqi troops raided their camp. A lot of his friends died.

"You're thinking about that again." remarked Logan. "That night when the Iraqi troops marched into our camp."
"It's just hard to forget about it." replied William sadly. "Jason, Arthur, Emmanuel... they all didn't have to die."
"What's done is done, and what's past is past. Let us not look backwards and think, but rather look forwards and pave our way to the future."
"You've gotten quite philosophical these days."
"I picked it up in a book somewhere."
"Figures."

William leaned his head on the wall, trying to be comfortable without relaxing his guard. Half an hour more and they'd be back in the safe house in no time.

[Darkie]

Sheila sat down next to Steve.
The kangaroo leaned against the wall with his hands behind his head and one foot crossed over the other, like someone lying in a chair.
Though they were safe for now, Sheila wouldn't let her guard down for an instant.
She had her nunchuks in her pocket, and her submachine gun and rail gun were close at hand.
She listened to Will and Logan talking about stuff, the war in Iraq, what happened, and a few other things.
" We were on our way to the new military base they recently built near the city, but it seems that getting there will be a lot more difficult than we thought," Sheila spoke up, " Will, tell me, where is this safe house of yours, eh?"

[Bill E312 MD]

"It's also underground, but it's not connected to the sewers in anyway." replied William. "There's two exits, but one of them is so infested with the zombs that I can't use it."

Will checked his watch again. It was 7, time to go. He signaled them to get up, then climbed up the ladder of the man hole 10 meters down the passageway. Carefully, he slid the cover open, inch by inch. It pays to be careful. After confirming that it was safe, he opened the lid all the way and stood guard as the others climbed up. One by one, the others squinted as the morning sun was too much for their eyes to adjust in a second.

"Right, let's go. It's not far from here, I recognize the streets." said William.

Without further ado, they moved quickly but surely, trusting him with their lives. After another half an hour, he stopped at a shop and quickly ran inside. He ransacked the place, grabbing anything that he can use as supplies in his safe house. Coffee, bread, biscuits, instant noodles, an electric kettle, a bucket, anything that he can grab. Even a few chairs and a table. They all shrugged and helped William move the stuff.

"It's not far from here now." said William as he easily hefted two bucketfuls of food and other daily items. "Just a few more minutes walk."
"Right." gasped Luke. "Any time now."

Will allowed himself a grin before heading towards a board that so craftily covered the entrance of the stairwell leading to the underground. He kicked it open, then walked downstairs to a cement clearing. There was only a door in the room. He walked towards it, unlatched the metal door and walked inside. He dropped his stuff inside and rushed towards the entrance, sealing away any trace of their presence there.

After everyone had settled down and Will latched, locked and barricaded the door, Sheila said. "Cosy place you got here mate."
"Of course. The previous owner was... indisposed." seeing the look on their faces, he hurriedly explained. "He was a zombie. Or a she, I didn't really check."
"So what do we do now?" asked Luke, checking out the place. "We plan our next move?"
"Certainly that, but we need to rest up first." replied Logan. "I didn't get a wink for ten hours. While I can handle it, I'm not sure you guys can."

They all nodded. It was tough for them, escaping the whole city of monsters, they needed all the help they can get. William ate a stale bread before undressing his barbed jacket and all the other stuff hidden within him. He closed his eyes and went straight to sleep.

[†Lak†]

Luke relaxed as best he could, but he couldn't stop thinking long enough to sleep.

The tank zombie that wrecked Sheila's home, the zombies attacking in mobs, the screaming he heard from his apartment back before he jumped into hell. Then the University, University of National Deoxyribonucleic Experimentation and Augmentation of Diseases. He thought about what they were suppose to teach and test, study and create. DNA experiments and disease modding. Just as the University springs up, zombies attack? Coincidence? No. There must be more pieces to the puzzle...

Luke's mind kept rolling until he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer.
'University... Base... Survival' The last thoughts before collapsing into slumber.

[CrimsontheWolf]

Blaze was watching out into the darkness of the night with his night vision binoculars he had pilfered from the supply base. As he was looking into the city Sgt blaze noticed an unusual large number of zombies at one point about 20 miles out from the base. "Hm that’s not good" Blaze said to himself.

"Corporal" he yelled downstairs "yes sir!" the soldier yelled "prepare for a larger force of zombies coming at the base tomorrow and for some guests just a little while before the zombies show up." Blaze smiled as he relayed the info. To the soldier "yes sir!" the corporal said as he saluted and left. Sgt. Blaze looked back out into the city ever waiting and ever watching.


OCC: I just have to work that once into any rp I do now

[†Lak†]

Morning had passed and the sun was setting back on the city, Luke could feel it. Everyone looked refreshed as he stretched out his limbs. Luke didn't like the idea of going back out at night, the memories of the tank still fresh, but time was of the essence, and he knew they weren't safe until they were out of the city, or the zombies destroyed.

Cleaning his crowbar, Luke spoke.
"Since the sewers are clean, as far a zombies go, that is, we should stay down and take the tunnels south to the base. We can resurface to get a heading of our position." Luke looked around and saw no immediate objection, but he felt unsure if his plan was the best.
"Will, how far did you explore the sewers?"
"I haven't check all the south tunnels, not all of the ones we'd be passing through..."
"That's a risk I'm willing to take. Gear up, lets move before it gets too dark out."

[Darkie]

Sheila nodded, " Good call, mate."
She packed away her nunchuks and her rail gun.
The submachine gun she kept out, so it'll be there when she needed it.
Steve had his lucky red boxing gloves on, and was rested up so he was refreshed and fighting fit.
He did a few punches and kicks to stretch out a little.
They waited for the others to finish, then set out towards the south tunnels.

[†Lak†]

The tunnels were dark, but Will had a flashlight. If the smell didn't drive people away, the rodents would. Rats the size of Luke's size 12 shoes skittering every few feet. Luke resisted the urge to punt them.

The group stopped at the first manhole on their path. Luke grabbed the latter up. Climbing carefully, he scaled up a few feet and pushed the heavy metal disc up. It was dusk and the sun was at the edge of the city. There were zombies in the street, but they were hobbling around into buildings and standing oblivious to their surroundings. As far as Luke could see, there were no survivors anywhere in sight...

Luke let go of the latter at the last three steps and fell quickly to the concrete tunnel.
"We're moving the right way, but there's no sign of life anywhere in this side of town." said Luke, everyone was quiet as they moved further south. It was about an hour when the tunnels were dead silent. Luke looked around. No Rodents. He gripped his crowbar tight. Without speaking, he held up a hand, a signal to stop. He heard their footsteps stop and looked back at everyone.
"I dont like the looks of this, lets move slow and keep our eyes peeled." Luke whispered softly. Even Steve nodded his head. 'Smart Kangaroo...' thought Luke. Luke turned back around proceeded walking. Luke's head snapped around as he heard a coughing wheezing sound farther down the tunnel. Will's flashlight snapped up. A zombie with a long tongue far down the tunnel was facing them. It was too far out to shoot, but it crouched down as if to attack. Luke pulled his crowbar up but was too slow. The zombie shot its tongue out like a snake and it lassoed around Luke's torso. It yanked Luke forward, his crowbar falling out of his hands as it began dragging Luke down the tunnel towards it!
"Help!" Luke yelled as the wailing and screaming of zombies echoed from that end of the tunnels...