STGOD: The Carrion Uprising

[thecreech]

ok folks here is the start of the game. POST ALL OCC IN THIS THREAD http://bbs.stardestroyer.net/viewtopic.php?t=56677



Day 1 Location: Burlington CO. NOV-15-04 Time 5:14pm Newscast

Anchor woman: I was just informed that we have some breaking news We now turn to our own Jim Says who is at the scene right now… Jim

Jim: Hi Cheryl, This incident just happened. Two men were just killed a little while ago in front of this shopping mall by what eyewitnesses are calling “a large cat” like creature. As you can see behind me police have everything taped off and are investigating as we speak. We are going to speak so some of the people who say they saw the incident… Ma’am. You stated earlier that you were inside one of the stores when it happened

Female Eyewitness: Well I was buying some cigarettes when I heard an awful screaming noise come from outside. I saw this… thing jump from over the cars and attack the two men that came out of this store. It was awful; it didn’t look like anything I have ever seen before. I am still shaking. I thank God that the owner locked the doors.

Jim: Cheryl, a lot of the people are really shaken up over here and the police are advising that everyone stay inside as the creature is still probably in the city. Animal control is looking for it as we speak.

Cheryl: Thank you Jim, we will have more as this story develops

Time 5:23pm Same day

Radio DJ: To our listeners if you don’t already know we are cutting this song short to bring you emergency news. We have been informed to tell our listeners please go to your homes immediately and lock up. There have been more attacks in the city by the mystery creature that attacked the two men earlier in the shopping mall and now we are told that there are a group of rioters building up in the same shopping mall. So please we ask that you go home until further notification.

Time 5.42 pm same day

Cheryl: We have more breaking news on the riot situation happening down town we go back to Jim

Jim: (inside the news van which is rocking back and forth and pounded on violently, Gun fire is heard outside) Cheryl! It is a mad house down here like something out of a movie. Swat teams have been called into to deal with the rioters but let me tell you something, this people all seem very sick or poisoned. The two men that were killed… or we thought were killed did manage to get up but they were not responding to verbally or physically. The Paramedics on the scene where attacked by the two men. Police did gun them down and… (Suddenly the Van is riddled with bullet holes and the feed goes blank)

Cheryl (shock but keeping poise): We hope for Jim’s safe return. This just in we are getting more and more reports of rioting in the city. Again we are advising people to stay in and secure their homes.

Time 6:04pm

Cheryl: We are discontinuing tonight’s programming to give you up to the minute updates on the problem our city is facing. Jim has gotten back in touch with us we go live back to this developing story.

Jim (Sound of screaming and gun fire can being heard below his position): Cheryl, we are top of a near by McDonalds here with the manager and employees. As you can see it is pure chaos. We are dealing with something here that we don’t yet understand and nothing is safe. Dogs, Cats, Humans have all become sick and are attacking everything in their path. . Police have been ineffective in stopping them and our own military base from what I have heard is not letting anyone in the base. In fact do not go to our military base there are reports that they will shoot you on sight…. Oh my GOD get off of the roof!

(The camera man keeps rolling as about 5 cats get on top of the roof. Their bodies are covered in blood and their growls sound like they come from hell itself, the feed goes blank)

7:17 pm

Cheryl: We haven’t heard any news from Jim yet and we were just told that the Military has declared Marshal Law on the city. If you try and leave you will be shot on sight. We have been ordered here to keep our broad cast up so that we may update our citizens of the rising problem…

[Alyrium Denryle]

Dr. Benjamin Allen, research and field herpetologist; worked in his lab, he had no intention of going home for dinner. He was working on finishing the details f his latest paper. The Ecological Impact of Bufo Marinus Populations on the Everglades. That is when he heard the news. Or rather saw it on his small black and white TV in his lab.

Having seen Dawn of the Dead, both versions, his first though was not so much shock as "Oh shit, this isnt a movie, and the agent can cross the species barrier" He grabbed the rifle used to tranq crocodiles in the field, and loaded it with standard rounds, and made sure the safety was off on his glock. THis was an animal research lab, and threats from the animal liberation front had prompted him to get a concealed cary permit

He went downstairs to make sure all the doors were locked, and preferably, barred with a broom of some type.

[Shark Bait]

Dr. Shark bait (as he encouraged his crew to call him) looked up from the web comics he was reading when he heard the radio announcement. “I knew it” he cried and began laughing maniacally “I was right, not paranoid RIGHT, you hear me world right.” He stopped dancing around the tiny kitchen of his research vessel, and thought for a second he knew the world was ending and that zombies had finally come like he predicted way back in high school but for some reason he was almost upset. He couldent figure it out he hated most people, and he only barely tolerated his crew, most of his friend had left him years ago. Then it struck him the end of the world would mean no more web comics the next several minutes were spent swearing profusely and beating the dead fish he used for chum with a hammer. When he finally calmed down he grabbed his cell phone as he headed for the wheel house to raise anchor and start the engines. As he fired up the engines he called the one person on the main land who would still talk to him. “Damn it Ben, answer your phone you lazy jerk.” He shouted at no one as he moved the tall ship into the channel. “Its gonna be a hell of a drive to get to Colorado from San Fran.” He thought as the phone continued to ring.

[Alyrium Denryle]

Dr. Shark bait (as he encouraged his crew to call him) looked up from the web comics he was reading when he heard the radio announcement. “I knew it” he cried and began laughing maniacally “I was right, not paranoid RIGHT, you hear me world right.” He stopped dancing around the tiny kitchen of his research vessel, and thought for a second he knew the world was ending and that zombies had finally come like he predicted way back in high school but for some reason he was almost upset. He couldent figure it out he hated most people, and he only barely tolerated his crew, most of his friend had left him years ago. Then it struck him the end of the world would mean no more web comics the next several minutes were spent swearing profusely and beating the dead fish he used for chum with a hammer. When he finally calmed down he grabbed his cell phone as he headed for the wheel house to raise anchor and start the engines. As he fired up the engines he called the one person on the main land who would still talk to him. “Damn it Ben, answer your phone you lazy jerk.” He shouted at no one as he moved the tall ship into the channel. “Its gonna be a hell of a drive to get to Colorado from San Fran.” He thought as the phone continued to ring.

Ben had hsi cellphone on vibrate, and wanted to enjy the massage for a second before he answered the phone, afterall, it would probably be the last one he ever got.

He flipped open his phone and checked the caller ID before answering

"Shark Bait, good to hear from you old friend" He said, and before his old friend could respond he ansered preemptivley
"Before you say it, you were right and I was wrong. As per our bet, if we get out of this alive, I owe you a lifetime supply of chum, and subscription to national geographic. Where are you, and are you currently safe?"

[Shark Bait]

“Am I safe? He asks” Dr. Bait laughed “Ya might as well ask if politicians are crooked or if you’re a pervert. OF COURCE I’m safe you twit. I’m on my boat right now I’m gonna anchor in an off shore preserve I have clearance at. It should be safe there. Then I’ll take one of the shore boats to my car.” Ben laughed at the insults lobbed at him “same old bate” he thought. “hey did you ship that P.O.S. all the way from Hawaii?” ben asked

Bate began to slow the boat as he approached the preserve, “hell yeah I do you don’t just throw away a hearse that you spent 2 years modifying just because you get transferred, hell I tricked UCSC into paying for the shipping. Anyway dude where are you? Do you have some sort of defensible position, NOT A MALL, that you could hold for a few days. Preferably something away from crowed areas?”

[Alyrium Denryle]

Ben laughed... SHark Bait was always good at conning people.

"I am in my lab in Burlington Colorado, youhave visited, you know where it is. It is capable fo being locked down and quarantined. If all else fails, the ultralite I use go get around in the desert is in a shed on the roof, and I have plenty of fuel. I have food, granted it is mostly animal food, but it will suffice. The Science Diet for the dogs is even rather tastey... I also have weapons in the form of a 9 mm pistol and a hunting rifle, as well as a machete armr in and I can make armor from duct tape. I pretty much have access to anything in this complex"

This was said as he went onto the roof and surveyed the surrounding area

[Rye]

Rye had been wandering the insane country known as the United States of America for a few weeks, meeting some of the online personalities he associated with in various e-communities, and resting on their hospitality for a few days at a time before leeching off the next sucker on his extensive "contacts" list.

He exited the tiny en-suite of the motel room he'd rented, with a struggled flush resounding through the thin walls. He was homesick and blaming everything he disliked on being in America, among Americans. Oh well, he pondered, perhaps there's some porn on, and he flipped on the TV.

The TV's image coagulated into some yank anchorman talking about rioting or violence or escaped animals or something. He wasn't paying attention really, until it mentioned his locale.

"Just my fucking luck." He focused on the anchor's baby-like lips as he read the story. "Oh balls."

His eyes scanned the room for possible entry points, the door was the only major one. He rose from his bed and wedged it and miscellaneous paraphernalia against the door in a crude barricade.

Ok, now weapons...he dragged his luggage bag into the centre of the room, in the flickering of the TV's special report, and unzipped it. Hidden deep within the rolls of black "True Metal" clothing there was the sheathed sword he'd welded himself, named after a viking metal band "Doomsword." Corny, but it was a big fucking sword, so who cared?

He then briskly flung open the kitchen...kettle, no, don't be silly...Mr Muscle...bleach....drain cleaner...AHA! Some white spirit! Be useful for molotovs or something.

Ok, what the hell could he do now? The TV advised him to stay put, but the mini-bar probably wouldn't last him that long, and it would be fucking expensive, they screw you for using those things...the thought dawned on him and he checked for weight in his pockets.

Mobile phone! He could text one of the mooks he was supposed to be meeting! His handset beeped and blipped as he typed in "Are you doing anything? I kinda need somewhere to stay asap, I'm at The Heart O' The City Motel, advice please..." sending to: Alyrium ...send failed "SHIT!" ...sending to: Alyrium...Sent. "Phew. "

Watching the TV seemed to be an exercise in encouraging stress, so He retrieved a few bottles from the minibar and sat on the couch cushions he'd thrown on the floor after using it as part of the barricade. He dragged his doomsword towards him, making a grating sound on the tiles. "At least you won't run out of ammo," he said and took a swig of the overpriced, foul-tasting, american beer.

[thecreech]

I stood my bathroom with my 5 year old daughter behind me. It had been 30 minutes since the rabid dog crashed through my window and attacked us. I managed to beat it to death with an old base ball bat. I hit it so fucking hard and so many time i think i threw out my shoulder because it was killing me but the thing would not die until i finally broke the bat on the back of it's neck and now i was stuck in my bathroom behind a locked door. I can hear the chaos outside. I can hear the footsteps of something outside my bathroom door.

"Hello!" I screamed but the only reaction i got was the slamming and growling at my Bathroom door. My little girl started to cry

"SHHH, i am sorry honey, we are going to get out of here. hold on ok, Daddy will figure something out"

There was one window in the bathroom but it had a pretty high drop to the ground. I was afraid to even open it for fear of what was out there. But i had to take a chance. I opened it, it lead to my back yard, there did seem to be anything back there as i peeked around. I could see those monsterous humans in the street feasting on other humans. It seemed safe enough if i just keep our heads down. Hopefully those things where slow. I closed the window.

"Ok Sara, you need to be quite. Close your eyes hard and don't open them ok." My daughter shook her head and i picked her up and put a towel over her. I grabbed a pair of sissors that we used for trimming hair and keep them in my right hand. I opened the window again and looked around but this time one of them was in my backyard... a human. It was just standing there looking dazed and confused but it seemed to close for me to run past. I had to take a chance, my car was right around the corner. I balanced my daugher over my shoulder and gently let myself down on the ground below. Suddenly it saw something and it ran like lighting away from me around the corner where my car was. It's horrible screams startled my daughter but she didn't make a sound. I walked quickly to around the corner and the creature had caught a dog and was eating it... I could barely see as it was so dark. I walked softly past it. It seemed to be pre occupied with eating and paid no attention to me. I scurried past it and to my car where the streets were filled with corpes Dead or Alive. I opened my car door and jumped into seat. I put my daughter in the passanger side, strapped her in and peeled out. Suddenly the creatures where upon my car clawing and pounding my car but i ran over anything that was in my way and drove off to find some help.

[Alyrium Denryle]

the phone vibrated while still talking to Shark Bait, he looked at the ID, and saw it was Rye.

"Hey Shark Bait, i have a text message, there will be a slight pause in my speech"

he pressed a button and sent the the message to Rye
"Kensington Animal and Ecological Research Lab 1357 E. Pine Street"

'Alright Shark Bait, I am back."

[Pcm979]

Chris watched the TV in horror, then ran up to his bedroom and grabbed his heavy 9-iron, his beloved Medusa revolver and a box of ammo. "I'm too vulnerable here." he muttered, loading his revolver feverishly. "The ground floor windows are large enough to get through and the doors are fragile. I need to get to somewhere safer. On the move." He ran over to the window facing his garage and peered out. Was that a shadowy form moving on the other side of the street? No, it was safe. He quickly scooped up his beloved Guinea Pigs and a bag of hay and carefully made his way down to the garage...

[Agent Fisher]

Sergeant Mike Fisher leaned on the door of the Black Hawk flying over the city. He leaned back into the chopper and looked at the screen from the FLIR unit attached to the helicopter. He was suddenly blinded by a flash from one of the door guns as it fired at some rooftop. On the screen he noticed two warm figures, one adult and one child come out of one of the windows of a house.

"God I hope they make it."

He saw them make it to the car and start off. But with zombies on top of the car.

"FoeHammer," he called out to the pilot. "You got a car headed north bound on Hope Street. Follow it, we have to make sure they dont get out of the city." He whispered to himself, "Hope they bail out before they get to edge of the QZ."

[Rye]

Something was already against the door, the barricade was holding, but from the sounds of it, there was just one, one seriously pissed off, scratchy bity thing on the other side of that door.

BEEPBEEP[Vvvvvvvv].....BEEPBEEP[Vvvvvvvvvv]! (That was the sound effects surrounding my mobile getting a text message and the vibration feature )

"Kensington Animal and Ecological Research Lab 1357 E. Pine Street"

"Errr...okayyy," he said to noone in particular, perhaps the zombie behind the door, if only for his sarcasm gland to be sated. "How am I meant to be able to do that?"

He returned to his keypad "I have no idea where that is, no transport yet. Probably fucked. " ...Sent.

Was there anyone else to contact? Noone sprang to mind. A plan would be nice, could someone else think of a plan for me? he pleaded with the oddly quiet universe. Then he noticed how quiet it had become. The thing at the door had stopped.

If there were supposed to be lots of undead cannibals swarming the area, they clearly weren't in this vicinity. Would they soon be? There was no way to tell. He looked up and down the street outside, there was a park, open ground blowing, vacant in the wind. An 80s style Volvo inhabited the pavement, or as the locals called it, "sidewalk," all alone. He had no idea who it belonged to, it was just sat there, like a purple brick of loveliness.

He took several gulps of the alcoholic beverages in the minibar and started to tear up the mattress's sheets. He wrapped them in a noose around the kitchen sink and let them drop out the window, to make a crude abseil-line to street level.

He emptied his clothes onto the floor and put the sink products in his bag, and made for the window. He took a deep breath of air andswayed a little onhis feet. The alcohol was already having an effect, he wasn't that afraid of the fucked up shit that was probably outside, and he tossed Doomsword out on to the grass below.

He haphazardly made his way down the sheets, made it about halfway, then saw the building sway away at a queer angle from him, before feeling a sudden impact. It didn't hurt, for now, so that was good. He rolled over and crawled towards doomsword. He jammed it into the ground to get some leverage and then got his bearings. The Volvo and street had seemingly run away from him since he was in his flat. He focused and started walking towards the car.

A door of his building opened behind him, and a slobbering bleeding ER victim charged for him, eyes and mouth wide and wild.

He dropped his bag and brought doomsword up in a baseball batter like stance. He muttered in increasing urgency as the zombie grew closer, "Shit shit shit shit shit!" with a final exasperated "SHIT!" as the zombie got within striking distance and he let fly. All the energy uncoiled from his shoulders and biceps down the blade and cleanly opened the fiend's head like a stringy brainy mucal flower. "Oh my God!" he yelled, out of breath, despite being a well known anti-religious guy, with no belief in the almighty.

He grabbed his bag and ran for the Volvo in an unbalanced manner. He trashed the driver's side window with the sword's pentagram pommel and yanked up the lock. He clasped the metal door handle and wung himself inside. Hid bag landed on the passenger seat neatly, and he slammed the door shut. Several ghouls in the night seemed to perk up at this and began rushing towards the car, screaming and dripping from their wounds.

Rye smashed the Volvo's key mechanism to reveal the rotation switch. He pressed and prodded at it till the car reluctantly started. He spotted a corpselunging for him and ducked to his left, his left foot panicking and stomping on the clutch His hands grappled with the sword, and he turned it into a dagger, stabbing visciously at the zombie's neck. It garbled and gurgled, and was pushed back.

"FUCK OFF!" Rye yelled, forcefully pushing the zombie with the sword, making it fall over. It was quickly getting to its feet, but he'd yanked the car into first and wheelspun it away. He travelled for too long in first, overrevving it before he realised he should probably change up a gear.

"Fuck me!" he chanted as a mantra as he drove down the road to get away, eyes teared up from shock. Find somewhere safe his mind chimed, attempting to help him, poorly.

[Agent Fisher]

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STAR SIX EIGHT, this is EYE-1, FoeHammer you have a bogie headed towards the edge of the QZ, high rate of speed.  We do not, repeat do not have ground units in place to intercept.  You are ordered to take any and all actions to ensure that they dont get out.
Over.

"Roger EYE-1, we are vectoring to engage"

Fisher leaned out of the door and there it was, looked like someone on a motorcycle. The Hawk dipped its nose and headed on an intercept.

"FoeHammer, have your gunners hold their fire, I've got this one."

Fisher raised his M-4 and fired at the cycle. One of the round struck the front tire and it was destroyed, the bike flipped over and the rider went flying.

"Sorry buddy but the door guns would have got you instead."

Fisher looked back at the FLIR screen and there it was the same car from earlier.

"Hammer get back to following that car again."

[Shark Bait]

the phone vibrated while still talking to Shark Bait, he looked at the ID, and saw it was Rye.

"Hey Shark Bait, i have a text message, there will be a slight pause in my speech"

he pressed a button and sent the the message to Rye
"Kensington Animal and Ecological Research Lab 1357 E. Pine Street"

'Alright Shark Bait, I am back."

In the time it took for Ben to send his text message Bait had dropped anchor and was headed for his cabin to pack some supplies, he snatched a bag out from under his bed and opened it up. The bag contained his dry suit, fins, mask/snorkel, and octopus assembly, he then walked over to one wall and grabbed a box set of Zombie DVDs and a spear gun that was hanging on the wall. In the closet there was a canister containing twenty harpoons “hope this is enough” bate said to himself as bens voice came back on the phone.

“Hey Ben I’m throwing some supplies together” Bate said as he began packing his laptop in it’s water proof case, he grabbed three extra battery packs and threw them in the main bag. “hey how far can you fly in that ultra light? And is there somewhere safe we could meet outside the city that I could get to with my car?” bate finished his packing by throwing a container of Morton™ salt, a shot gun and shells he kept for just such an occasion in the main bag and attached a machete to his belt as he left the room. “Yeah I can get out to the desert pretty easily” Ben said “The ultra light can take me about 450 miles before I have to set down if I don’t glide only problem is that there are road blocks and martial law is in effect”

“DAMN” Shark Bait said aloud “That could slow things a bit but I figure since there are reports of the attacks out here already the road blocks should fall soon. Damn its like this stuff follows a formula.”

Bait stopped by one of the equipment lockers as he headed topside and grabbed a suit of chain mail that was used when dealing with sharks. “Ok man I’m going to take the zodiac to shore now so I gotta hang up. I wish I could take the row boat but I’m too far from shore and the tide is going out.” Shark bait hung up the phone cutting the conversation short and then turned it off to save battery power. Unfortunately just as he hung up Ben started to say “don’t forget the night vision goggles I bought you a few years back” but was cut short when the phone went dead.

Shark bait threw the bags of gear into the shore boat, before hopping in himself and starting the engine. As he raced towards shore he began pulling the heavy chain mail on over his clothing, but he couldn’t help but think that he had forgotten something that would probably be fairly useful.

[Alyrium Denryle]

As Ben looked over the room what he saw was chaos. People running fleeing, and trying to loot as zombies, and they were zombies, came out of the woodwork

he called rye

"Rye, where are you, the lab is locked down, but if you can get here, I can unlock the door and let you in. Granted, I will have to quarantine you when you get in"

[Pcm979]

Chris snuck down the staircase and through the connecting door into his garage. He quickly unlocked his car door and shoved the piggie's cage between the back and front seats and threw the hay next to them. *Bang.* "Shit!" Somebody-or something- was pounding on his garage door and moaning. Fear shot up his spine and he quickly jumped into the car, locked the doors, started it up and activated the garage-door opener. As it creakily slid upwards it framed a horrible figure standing in the doorway, holding it's intestines in one hand and clawing at the air with the other. Chris screamed and stamped his foot on the accelerator, and the car rocketed out, running over the Zombie. With shaking hands he flicked the radio to one of the local news stations. "-Peat, the city is now under Martial Law. It appears the military is shooting any vehicles that attempt to leave the city's boudaries. I repeat, do *not* leave the city. Find a safe shelter and stay there. The highway turnoff is clogged with traffic as increasing numbers of people attempt to.."
Shit shit shit shit. What was he supposed to do now?!

[thecreech]

I drove as fast as i could, i didn't have alot of gas but i wasn't about to stop. My left arm began to itch alot. The Dog didn't bite me but i did have skin to skin contact with him. It gave me some kind of a Rash and it was beginning to hurt. I turned on the Radio

Radio newscaster: Folks stay in the city, do not leave the city you will be shot on sight. There are strongholds that you can get to. Here is a list right now

Firestations 110, 165, 120 and 140 more to come as we get more

Do not go to any hospitals as they are overrun. I repeat do not go to hospitals they are over run.

"Shit" i thought to myself, I looked down at Sara and her eyes showed a fear that i had never wanted to see. I made sure that i had my poker face on showing no signs of fear

"Where are we going Daddy?" She whimpered

"Somewhere honey, Close your eyes" I said as i raced down the street. "Lets try some of those fire stations"

[Pcm979]

"... Firestations 110, 165, 120 and 140..."
Chris smiled, although it didn't have a glimmer of humour in it.
"It looks like I have some new lucky numbers."

[Alyrium Denryle]

Ben once agan went down into the lab and the TV was still going. they were listing off firestations, and the first thing he thought was "deathtraps" Without proper quarantines, thse pplaces would be overrun within a day.

Rye was still in the phone

"Dont you dare go to those firestations, f this is anything like zombie movies, and it probably is, those firestatiosn will be death traps"

[Agent Fisher]

"Ok, Hammer, looks like the guy got the message he is not headed out of the city. Ok he is headed to one of the strongholds and OH SHIT! Hammer give me 90 degrees left, we got a huge group of fleshmunchers around the corner, shit that guys is headed right for them! Stacker open up on them now!."

With that the miniguns fired, its rounds looking like a laser beam. Fisher looked at the zombies being torn apart by the rounds.

"Better find another route bud."

[consequences]

'Of all the shitty places to be stuck waiting for a connection' Matt thought as he heard the announcement in the Greyhound terminal. As the people around him began to panic, he calmly moved to the counter and grabbed a map, then started shoving his way towards the pay phones. 'Lets see, phone book missing, phone book missing, phone book apparently shat on, damn, ah, intact phone book '
Watching as the crowd surged for the busses, he pulled on the mounting cable twice experimentally before bracing himself, and pulling until the mounting gave way. Taking advantage of the rapidly clearing space, he unslung his duffle bag, ripped out the gun supply pages from the book and shoved the book in his bag as he began triaging his personal supplies. 'lets see, Asp, knife of cutting stuff good, nothing else useful, crap He simultaneously pulled out his cell phone, and made three calls, "Kris turn on the news, and get Andrew and Anna to take you to your mothers house, love you, can't talk more now, bye", followed a few moments later by "James, check the news, zombie outbreak, evaluate situation, gather wheels and supplies as appropriate, reqroup on BJ's, contact everyone, probably not going to make it, in Colorado.". The third call, to his unit, wasn't answered, and he finished sorting his bag at the same time he gave up in disgust. Moving his phone to his pocket, he grimaced slightly, switched it to vibrate, and secured it. Reshouldering his pack, he turned to the door, just in time to see a streak of fire come out of the sky and take out a bus headed away from the city, several miles down the road. "Fuck", he muttered, before turning to the gift shop, unlimbering his bag once more, and shoving in all the snacks that would fit.

That done, he crossed the now abandoned bus station to the employees only area, hoping to find something in the back rooms to increase his life span past the 54 seconds after contact he was currently wildly guessing at.

[thecreech]

"WHAT the F---" I said out loud as a pile of buring dead bodies appeared out of nowhere. I hit the breaks hard and my car skidded right into them. I flipped my car into reverse and ended up smacking one of them with the back of my car. I could hear the bones being snapped underneath my tires.

"Firestation 140 is around the corner i know it" I through the car back into drive and hop'd onto the curb. It was a bumpy ride but through a park but i could see the firestation from here. I jump back onto some road and caught a glimse of the parking lot of the firestation was crawling with zombies but they seemed to be holding there own. They blasted them with there i powered water hoses and there were a few cops blasting away. I honked my horn loudly to get there attention. One of them on the roof waived me over. I ran into heavy resistance has Zombie bounced off of the hood of my car. The Fireman opened a garage door quickly and blasted everything with hoses. i drove it but a couple of the creatures got in with me. The firemen and cops hacked and blasted the few that got in. I was safe... for now

[Alyrium Denryle]

Rye was obviosly to freakig scared to even speak, all he heard was heavy breathing. and chorus of "Fuckme fuckme"
"Rye, I will b ehappy to once you get to the lab and get through my quarantine, but until then, you need to live. Where the hell are you?

"5th and McCallaster" he finally replied

"Ok, south on McCallaster, go straight down the street until you hit Pine, take a left, and go about 3 miles down the road until you hit the lab. There is an open service entrance tht we use to bring in.. large specimens, it has a clean room you can stay in until I am satysfied you arent infected."

"Alright"

"I'll meet you at the entrance with my rifle, bye"

(I figure he intends on getting to the lab, as a firestation is suicideand I have informed him as such. If he has issues with my autoing a tiny detail, will glady edit the post)

[Agent Fisher]

"Ok Hammer, looks like the guy made it to FS 140. Lets stay on station awhile and hoses down some flesh munchers."

"You got it Fisher, but we only have fuel for fourty more minutes and then we have to RTB."

Fisher raised his rifle and sprayed some zombies on a nearby rooftop that looked like they were going to jump onto the firestation.

"Hammer, how long would it take to RTB?"

"We are pretty close, maybe ten minutes why?"

"They are holding their own for now. But I bet they could use some supplies."

"Roger, we are RTB."

Fisher reached for his radio. "TACHQ, this is Sergeant Fisher, requesting a weapons and supply package be put together. Over."

"Fisher, this is Colonel Hood, request approved. The package will be waiting for you. Over"

[Captain tycho]

Daniel Mcallister fumbled with the locks on the door to his apartment, adrenaline pulsing through his veins. Screams and animalistic growls echoed out of the stairwell to his right, and he had no intent to sit in the hallway and let those..things get him. What the fuck was going on? He got the last lock open, then slammed the door behind him as he stepped into his cramped and untidy apartment. Ok, first thing first, barricades... He shoved his couch, a few end tables and an easy chair up against the door. It would do, for a bit at least. Daniel rummaged through the closet for his Colt .45, a relic from his father. Daniel knew how to operate it, and he had more than enough ammo for it. Fuck, I knew I should've practiced with this thing more. After loading a magazine into it, he grabbed a radio and sat. And waited.[/i]