STGOD: The Carrion Uprising

[Shark Bait]

"well that just makes the last 48 hours of our lives superfluous... Alright... lets start working out the chemical mechanism for this thing. Thankfully, it isnt supernatural"

"Not entierly superflous we would have had to do this anyway, in order to run any type of test on this thing."

"True... but you see, this means someone else is going to win the nobel prize" Ben said with a smile. Competition among scientists was natural, it is what kept everything working.

"Ok, zombie blood reconstituted... methinks it is time to put on the hazmat suits"

ANd he went to what the biologists affectionatly called The Armory and unocked it

“To hell with the Nobel prize” Bait said in his usual sarcastic tone as he began pulling on a hazmat suit “it’s a useless popularity contest anyway. Did I get any recognition for my ground breaking research on the reproductive habits of large marine animals? No, no I didn’t but so what.” By this time bait almost had the suit on except for a zipper on the back. “Hey could you zip me up and turn on the air?” he asked Ben who dutifully zipped the last zipper and started the air flow from a small tank on the back of the suit. Bait’s breathing now echoed inside the suit and sounded allot like a regulator when scuba diving. “Hey, check it out” he said, his voice distorted by the suit “*raspy breath in* Luke, I am your Father. *raspy breath out*”

“Nooooooo” Ben cried, over playing the role even more than Vincent Price ever could.

“Oh shut up you drama queen” Bait said while laughing he then turned Ben around and zipped his suit shut, but purposefully did not turn on the air.

“Hey” Ben yelled as he struggled to reach around to turn on the air supply, looking somewhat like a dog chasing its own tail. Bait was doubled over with laughter watching this but finally said “Ok, *gasp* ok hold still” and then he finally turned on the air while still giggling. “You know a thought just occurred to me, we could be the last hope for humanity. Were boned aren’t we?”

[Alyrium Denryle]

"hehe, yeah we probably are pretty screwed. The whole world is possibly dependant on an unstable asexual marine biologist, and an unstable homosexual feeld zoologist" he said with a smile under the mask.

"Ok, everyone without an air tight suit and self contained breathing aparatus needs to leave the room right now"

[Pcm979]

Chris, who was as usual standing in a corner and watching the antics with a raised eyebrow, shrugged. "I'm off to shoot some zombies. Examine one for me, will ya?"

[consequences]

Matthew Sands had been laying low in the back rooms of the Greyhound station for some time, it had been quite clear that running for it was either a ticket to get shot up, or just a way to shout at the zombies to come get him. So far it seemed to have wortked, as the mass exodus had drawn off any local monstrosities, and there were noisier spots attracting their attention. Still, the location was untenable at best, being fundamentally indefensible, and having no long-term provisions. He'd been keeping up with the news on a tv in a bak-room, with he door taped so no light could escape, and the closed captioning on so as not to produce sound. As long as the zombies didn't have bullshit spooky human detectors, he shouldn't have been compromised yet. Still, he knew he needed to get out of there, and he went over his list of available assets one last time, before he went to make an effort to contact the outside.

safety goggles: 2 pairs
breath masks: three
Duct tape: several rolls
steel toed boots
heavy work gloves
Hefty metal pole for two handed melee use
short metal stick and one handed bar
several broomsticks for temporary use till breakage occured
cell phone, kept charged
three pot-metal garbage swords, for potential use for trade for people who didn't know better and he didn't like, that had been in shipping boxes and luggage he had quietly looted
At least a week's worth of safe dehydration repellent, as the contamination or lack there-of of nearby water had yet to be determined.
a week's worth of unhealthy garbage calories
barely three days reading material with nothing else to do
three changes of clothing, only one of which, his BDUs, was even potentially suited for zombie fighting.
Not a single fucking distance weapon to have been found in the entire place , damnit.

That done, he began his final preparations, duct taping his arms, legs, and neck in the faint hope of preventing a zombie from easily infecting him, and gving him time to take a few more with him if wost came to worst. With this finished, he took out the phone book, and began working his way down the military base numbers, then the fire and police stations, then gun shops and prisons, and finally just randomly flipping to pages and guessing at likely prospects if worst came to worst. One way or another, he would either get a human answer, or calmly walk outside and make death glad to claim him.

[Agent Fisher]

Fisher stretched his arms and legs. He had slept for twelve hours straight.

He headed towards the door of the FCB, after grabbing his rifle and gear, and returned the salute of the soldier at the door.

"Morning, Sergeant Fisher." Said a PFC at the door.

Fisher grunted in response and headed towards TACHQ.

He entered the door and saluted Colonel Hood.

"Morning, First Sergeant. Things arent looking too well. We have reports," he said, pointing to a map of the city; "that about half of the orginal strongholds have been overrun. We have also recieved reports from holdouts scattered throughout the city. Ever since you left on your pick up trip, we have been running supplies to as many holdouts as we could. Right now, it would seem the only real safe places in the city are this military base, a shopping mall, and that research lab. However we have had reports of Carina forms on base. We have begun evacuations to San Diego. All non-combat personnell are out. I want you to take ten more men and reinforce the lab. We are going to turn that place into our 'Alamo.' We are also going to station as many huey helicopters as we can at the lab and other surrounding buildings that have no roof access. If we lose this base, those hueys are for the lab. I want you to go there and take over personally. Understood?"

"Yes sir. I will get on it right away."

[consequences]

With no knowledge of what buildings were defensible, which were still inhabited, and which might have phones still working, finding the correct number to dial was a pain in the ass. Finally, though, Sands made contact with someone on the other line. After the intial terse reply, he rapidly began the spiel he'd been rehearsing. "Sergeant Sands, out of Baltimore. Currently cut off, greyhound station, alone, no ranged weapons, green on supplies for a week, area not defensible if compromised, have had zero close contact with infected, do not appear to have been localised, can you provide any form of assistance?"

[Agent Fisher]

"Alright Sergeant, this is Lt. York. You are ten blocks from a major stronghold. We can provide air transport, but you will have to hold on to a rope. Can you make it?"

****

Fisher's bird was already in the air, when they got a call to provide air transport for a sergeant stuck in a bus terminal.

The Hawk flew over the terminal and Fisher kicked a ladder out the side.

[Pcm979]

*Baaaaaang*
The sound could be heard for blocks around due to the acoustic properties of the buildings; A Zombie toppled to the ground and writhed around spasmodically, it's head exploded, but soon got up and shuffled off aimlessly, even with the top of it's skull missing and blood pouring out. Chris pressed a button on his watch and waited. About a minute later the Zombie keeled over from loss of blood. "Shit." Chris bit his lip. A direct headshot with a .357 bullet and it had taken a minute to pass out, even when in it's non-feeding stage. At least it was knocked over by the initial blast; That was useful information to have. Now, maybe if he took a leg out...

[thecreech]

I covered my daughter with some kevlar that the officer had. I kissed her forehead and remined her how much i loved her. I placed her into the ambulance and shut the doors.

"Thank you" i said to the Large Fireman

"Its ok, I had a little girl just like her. I will take care of her like she is my own."

"Ok i will distract them while you guys take off in the trucks"

My heart started to race. I my whole body was in pain now and my eyesight was getting blurry but i was ready to meet my end. I walked over to the side door that was next to the garage doors. I could hear the zombies angry screams and moans.

"Ok" i screamed and with the the garage doors started to open. Zombies started to claw and scratch trying to get inside as soon as they could. The Zombies left my door for the now part open garage door. I waited for the Firemans signal. It seemed like an eternity. As the doors climb higher i braced myself for my final mintues on earth.

"GO!" Screamed the fireman and i opened the my door and ran has fast as i could shooting my pistol in the air and screaming. I fired some shots into the crowd and alot of them turned to me and with horrific screams they ran after me. They were fast and i was slow but i pulled out the shotgun and started to blast away. I could see the garage open all the way. The two firetrucks and ambulance were on their way running over zombies but i had offered just enough distraction so they wouldn't be swamped. I continued to fired round after round. i left one with a gapping hole in its chest and anothers arm was blown clean off. But it wasn't enough. THey were upon me i fired one last shotgun round into one of their head and it burst like a melon being smashed by a sleg hammer. I pulled out the pistol again and i put it to my head

"BANG"

[Agent Fisher]

Flying over the city, Fisher saw the two firetrucks and the ambulance tear out of the firestation. He spoke into the radio.

Code: Select all

To the firetrucks that just left FS-140, turn north towards a large building.  It says ALIVE INSIDE in the windows.  That is your best chance.  Over.

[consequences]

"Alright Sergeant, this is Lt. York. You are ten blocks from a major stronghold. We can provide air transport, but you will have to hold on to a rope. Can you make it?"

****

"Affirmative, can do..." Sands broke off as the sound of gunshots and screams echoed from outside, followed by the doors being opened "Fuckitall, situation compromised, danger close, if contact not resumed in five mikes assume no survivors" he barked rapidfire even as he moved towards the door, dropping the phone to snatch up his metal poles as he ran. Flinging the door open, he saw three people running for the back, a fourth being mauled by a zombie while firing the pistol in his hand uselessly into its chest, and a fifth being torn apart by two more zombies just inside the doors.

"Back Room!", he shouted, gesturing with the pole in one hand as he ran towards the closest threat. Using that position, he brought the pole around full strength towards the zombie's head as it looked up from its meal, knocking it away from the man it was straddling. Without pausing, Sands brought the pipe in his left hand down upon the gurgling victim's skull, crushing it.

The plan, at this point, was to drop the pole in the left hand, toss the one in the right to the left, and use the right hand to grab the pistol, and come up firing. 'Drop, toss, catch, crouch, grab, slip on blood, fall down, Fuck!'

Putting one round through the head of the recovering zombie from his improvised prone position, and watching the two come towards him from the door, Sands put one round through the first's head, then the other's before they could build up speed, noting with detached appreciation the fact that the slide locked back, just as the victim by the door began to rise, while the pole he had just let go from his left hand continued to roll to the wall.

Scrambling to his feet while snatching for his knife and asp, he had to wonder 'hm, maybe the mercy killings should come after the threats are dispatched'. Noting the zombie already focussing on him, and the door still being open where the others were cowering, he bellowed "Close the Fucking Door Already!" as he waited for the undead to make the first move.

[Alyrium Denryle]

Flying over the city, Fisher saw the two firetrucks and the ambulance tear out of the firestation. He spoke into the radio.

Code: Select all

To the firetrucks that just left FS-140, turn north towards a large building.  It says ALIVE INSIDE in the windows.  That is your best chance.  Over.

Speaking into the Radio:

Code: Select all

The pathogen is spread through physical contact, and I cannot risk it spreading any farhter among you than it already has. So you will need to be examined and quarantined for 24 hours if needed. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it is for the safety of everyone

With That, Ben went back to examining the physiology of the pathogen. It was a remarkable creature, if horrifying. It operated by attaching to the CD$ and a Co-Receptor. From there, the organism metamorphosed by fusing its outer protein coat with the cell membrane and injecting its mature form into cytoplasm

That is what they had so far at least.

[Agent Fisher]

"Alright Sergeant, this is Lt. York. You are ten blocks from a major stronghold. We can provide air transport, but you will have to hold on to a rope. Can you make it?"

****

"Affirmative, can do...Fuckitall, situation compromised, danger close, if contact not resumed in five mikes assume no survivors"

"Roger, good luck."

******

Code: Select all

Star Six Eight, be prepared for immediate snatch and exract.  Package is currently engaged in heavy fighting.  If possible provide air cover.

Code: Select all

Roger,

Replied FoeHammer.

The Hawk flew low over the terminal.

[Agent Fisher]

Fisher grabbed a mircophone and spoke into it.

"SERGEANT SANDS! ARE YOU OK IN THERE?" His voice came from a PA system mounted in the helicopter.

As he said this, the miniguns and soldiers in the helicopter opened fire on the zombies below. The miniguns would literally cut a zombie in half.

[consequences]

Fisher grabbed a mircophone and spoke into it.

"SERGEANT SANDS! ARE YOU OK IN THERE?" His voice came from a PA system mounted in the helicopter.

As he said this, the miniguns and soldiers in the helicopter opened fire on the zombies below. The miniguns would literally cut a zombie in half.

The noise from outside seemed to distract the zombie slightly, but it still remained focused on its goal. Fortunately, it remained true to form, lunging for the left arm Sands led slightly with, with no attention paaid to defending itself. At that point, in an all or nothing move, he stabbed with the knife in his right hand directly through the corpse's right eye as he attempted to sidestep the lunge. Luckily, he got the important part right, as he tripped over a body, leaving his knife embedded in the now dormant body's head.

Sands got once more to his feet, and moved to the door, shouting "ALIVE, GATECRASHERS DEAD, THREE CIVVIES INSIDE, STATUS UNKNOWN!"

[thecreech]

(NOTE to all players. all zombies have become dormant. They have all falling down and are not moving... )

[Pcm979]

Chris lowered the gun and frowned. He could have sworn he hadn't shot that Zombie.. Now all the others in the street were falling over too, without making a sound. He took out his mobile phone and rung Ben's office. "Ah, Ben? All the Zombies have stopped moving. What the hell's going on?"

[Alyrium Denryle]

"I have no fucking clue, possibly some kind of dormant stage due to lack of food. I wouldnt suggest going anywhere"

Ben goes back to looking at the ciltures

(creech, PM me with any info you deem to give me)

[Pcm979]

"Thanks for the vote of confidence; I'm not a character in a B-Movie, you know. I'm coming back in; This feels like the calm before the storm."

[Alyrium Denryle]

"Thanks for the vote of confidence; I'm not a character in a B-Movie, you know. I'm coming back in; This feels like the calm before the storm."

"We are closer to a B-movie than you may think..."

[Pcm979]

"I've just been shooting Zombies, so you may have a point. I wonder who the Comic Relief is? Better keep Shark Bait safe." He chuckled as he closed, locked and barred the roof door behind him.

[Agent Fisher]

Fisher grabbed a mircophone and spoke into it.

"SERGEANT SANDS! ARE YOU OK IN THERE?" His voice came from a PA system mounted in the helicopter.

As he said this, the miniguns and soldiers in the helicopter opened fire on the zombies below. The miniguns would literally cut a zombie in half.

The noise from outside seemed to distract the zombie slightly, but it still remained focused on its goal. Fortunately, it remained true to form, lunging for the left arm Sands led slightly with, with no attention paaid to defending itself. At that point, in an all or nothing move, he stabbed with the knife in his right hand directly through the corpse's right eye as he attempted to sidestep the lunge. Luckily, he got the important part right, as he tripped over a body, leaving his knife embedded in the now dormant body's head.

Sands got once more to his feet, and moved to the door, shouting "ALIVE, GATECRASHERS DEAD, THREE CIVVIES INSIDE, STATUS UNKNOWN!"

"Sands, Get outside now! The zombies have stopped moving and are falling down. Get those civvies out here for pick up, now!."

[Shark Bait]

Shark Bait looked up from his experiment, the disease was as frail as any before it found a host. Standard decontaminating procedures killed it just like any other disease with peroxide and bleach, unfortunately ingestion of such chemicals was not really an option.

“Wait the zombie movement subsided a little at night right? Well maybe that lack of food theory has something to it, the plague might actually be what is supplying electrical current to the brain so it is literally just pulling strings like a puppeteer. Well what if it needs to occasionally go dormant for a short time in order to build up a charge if you will?”

“Possible” Ben said after a moment of thought “I’d desperately like to believe it, but Murphy’s Law wont allow something that simple. You should know that better than anyone.”

“Meh it’s true in last man on earth” Bait said heading for a decontamination shower “I’m gonna go take a look at those zombies do you have a pair of binoculars or something around here?”

“Yeah in my office next to my computer” Ben said while still staring into the microscope.

“Hey watch the cultures we already have if they don’t become dormant like the others it could mean they communicate some how to sync their actions. Also be careful if this is anything like the bad movie its shaping up to be you should put those in one of the safe boxes and keep a bottle of bleach handy.” Bait then entered the decon shower and was immediately sprayed by a barrage of chemicals and gasses. As this happened Ben cleaned up the lab counters spraying them thoroughly with bleach and peroxide and moved all samples into one of the safe boxes

“When bate finally exited the decontamination shower he took off the hazmat suit and grabbed a fresh air supply then headed for Ben’s office, grabbing his big bag on the way. Once inside the office he began pulling on his dry suit using the smaller tank suited for the hazmat suit instead of a full sized tank. The dry suit offered the same level of containment as a hazmat suit but was made of tough rubber and could withstand more punishment, then for added safety he put on his chain mail once more. When he stood up he almost fell over from the weight not realizing how tired he actually was. Steadying himself on the wall he grabbed the binoculars and spear gun on his way up to the roof.

Once there he greeted the army guards and asked if any of them were up for a little fishing as he began loading the spear gun. “Fresh samples might lead to fresh results” he thought.

[Shark Bait]

Johnson, and Private Bisenti walked over to the strange man in chain mail laughing. "Fishing?" Johnson asked "That spear gun is almost bigger than you are" he said jokingly as bait calmly stretched the last of the three power bands into place
"This is one of the finest examples of sport fishing technology" bait said as he aimed it at a zombie that was a few hundred feet away and lieing on a patch of grass. "it has an effective range of about thirty feet underwater. Do you know how far an M-16 will shoot underwater?" he squeezed the trigger after setting the stock firmly against his sholder and getting a footing with his back foot. the spear sailed out off the bulding and impailed the zombie neetly through the skull. Johnson and Bisenti stood there stunned for a second. "about ten feet or so." Bait said smuggly answering his own question

He then detached the real and wrapped the line arround a post as a make shif winch. "well are you going to help me or not" he asked. "um sure" said Bisenti trying to over come the oddity of what he just saw.

[Rye]

Rye awoke from his riduclously long sleep, feeling absolutely amazing. He was still in his quarantine quarters, and hungry as hell. He got dressed and went looking for food.

A staff room had some chocolate and caramel digestives, and he quickly scoffed the whole lots, breathing out crumbs when he exhaled through his mouth.

"God-fucking-damn. What happened?" he looked through the blinds at all the dead people lying in the road. "Oh yeah..." The sunlight was eerie, it made the dead all look like muddy stains against the landscape, while there was no sound of civilisation, just an empty wind ripping at their clothing.

He found a litre carton of orange juice next to the sink. He twisted open the packaging and drank it down in one extended go, and let out a long resounding orange-tasting burp.

Feeling better having sugar in him, he walked around rather aimlessly looking for someone to talk to.