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Post by 340402309 on Mar 23, 2013 16:21:02 GMT -5
Judgment Day: Contagion THE PLOT: The year 2017, the worldwide oil market is in it's prime. Everyone needed it, everyone wanted it. For decades prior, countries paid billions in various currency used around the world for rights to drill. Plunder the Earth of it's various precious resources for our own frivolous profit. In the end, all it was was a measure of which country had the most power, and money. For the first time ever, the world's countries, all came together on one mutual agreement, and it's last. Each one put it's own contributions in the pot for the other to build, and profit on. Since it was more profitable for another country to drill outside of it's own, all of our various world leaders agreed upon the act. Some of the populous rose up, and acted against it, starting various online, and real life petitions to stop other countries from drilling THEIR land. The people's land, not the governments. Two were the most notable, American Clark Asimov and Russian Nikolai Zvyagin. They banded together, and did what they could to get their own countries, and others aware of the situation, and it's impacts upon the world. Together, they had over two billion dedicated supporters against the act, but in the end, that left nearly four billion residents who either didn't know, or just... Didn't care. That didn't stop the other two billion in the slightest however, they kept pushing on, gaining new signatures, and activists daily. The two wanted to initiate the cause even further. Clark Asimov and Nikolai Zvyagin set up six public meetings to discuss the importance, and need for global security, and protest against this self destructive act. Three in Moscow, three in Washington DC. Their countries capitals, and places of birth. Action was taken immediately. Nikolai Zvyagin flew as quickly as possible to the states, to hold the first three meetings. People tuned into their televisions, podcasts, blogs, newspapers, magazines, and any other medium of attaining knowledge of the event. People were listening. With two billion and more every day protesting the drilling act, Clark, and Nikolai's actions were about to change the world, for the better. And then unthinkable happened. The third meeting went as planned, as the two discussed the importance of global security and rights against the drilling act. Discussing the importance of what this would do to our beautiful planet. How it was the absolute epitome of self destruction, and nothing, especially of this magnitude, goes atoned for. Everyone was ready. Nikolai Zvyagin was gunned down in cold blood by someone in the crowd, that cannot be named due to family harassment issues. The suspect was detained, and sentenced to twenty years to life in prison. Then the conspiracies went wild. No one was buying that it was a freak occurrence. Russia was convinced this was America's way of making a statement against them, that the country no longer had any respect, or fear from them, hatred was brewing. The world grew tense, and began to tremble. The current face of their country was murdered. By an American. That fear didn't stop Clark AsimovHe knew was needed to be done, and continued on, and took his flight to Russia, but with the three meetings between him, and Russia's Prime Minister. Everything was slowly, coming back on track, when Clark Asimov's plane exploded during takeoff due to an unknown fuel leakage, and an engine fire. The world was descending into chaos, Russia and America were convinced that they wanted war, the protest, and resistance against the drilling act fell, as both the countries rose into anarchy. While the people, and lower politicians of each country went back and fourth about each country's motives, the drilling act commenced, and oil was being drilled for across the globe. Money lined the higher ups pockets, while the people descended into poverty, and chaos. It was like Hell on Earth... Or so we thought...Something hit big outside Zelenograd, Russia. A small village close to Moscow. About 1500 miles into the earth, a new substance was found. No one knew what it was an almost liquid type substance, but, could be used for energy. Suddenly, there was a new demand for the substance. Everyone started drilling deeper, and deeper, to find their own share. Countries were pushing Russia for a cut of the profit, the substance. Oil was no longer the focus. It was all about the "zhiznennuyu energiyu" or roughly put, "Life Energy" America acquired a small sample of "zhiznennuyu energiyu" for research, and study, things went quiet for awhile. The world slowly tried to come to peace, or at least tolerance of each other. The past year had been rough. The drilling act, two of the world's leading motivators, dead, the turmoil that followed suit, and the discovery of"zhiznennuyu energiyu". Things were finally cooling down between the nations, perhaps this new substance could bring a new light on the world. Less reliance on oil, more reliance on something better... Then an "incident" occurred in Puerto Rico, an unincorporated territory of the United States...Some sort of flesh dissolving, or "eating" virus had broken out in some small areas of the territory, quickly contained by unnamed US forces, and samples were shipped back to the states for research and testing. No one is quite sure of what went wrong at this point... Everything was fine, then, it happened. Something broke out on the East Coast... What people thought was a form of Necrotizing Fasciitis hit, people started out burning up, then itching, scratching at their own flesh, murmuring insane nonsense like "Itchy, tasty", what they didn't tear themselves, the virus did the rest. We tried to contain it, but it wasn't enough. We weren't sure if it spread via coughing, or scratching... Someone stood up as a test subject, went in, without a quarantine suit with an "Infected", in an unnamed laboratory. It coughed on him, nothing. He wanted out, but they didn't let him, instead, the "Infected was released on him for research purposes. It consumed him...No regard for human life, this "Infected" was no longer human.. I never thought something like it was possible,but I saw it with my own eyes... It ate him, and tore at his flesh like it wanted it's own back... Only bits remained of it's human form... When it was done... It... It mutated. It grew larger, faster... More aggressive. The containment protocol of the infected east coast was failing. People were dying everywhere, and getting back up again... The President issued a public wide statement as the infected populous grew across the states, they gave it a name... The virus, that was killing, murdering, and destroying the country... It became known as the G-|23D Virus, or "Greed" as the people named it..Effects of the virus spread from the East Coast, across the entire United States... Countries over shores tried to stop it from spreading, but they cut off any travel between them, and it's origin point, too late. It was a Global Pandemic. As it spread across the Globe like a plague no one had ever bore witness to, democracy crumbled, communism shattered, capitalism was non existent. There was no more society, there was no more governments, there was, nothing. All we have left now, are our wits, a reliable weapon, and the most basic, and powerful of human instincts. Survival. 2018 It all happened in a year, so fast, yet, we had so many signs, and should've seen it coming... I don't have much time left in me before I fade, and my memory is fading, I only remember a bit of.... THE PRESIDENT'S FINAL SPEECH / KNOWN EFFECTS OF THE VIRUS My dear people, this is my final speech, and the end of my regrets, I swore a vow of silence to "The Program", but I've hidden enough from my country I swore to protect... It got out of hand, we never expected this as a result, and most of it, is even hidden from me.. So with my final days, and my last effort to make things right... This will be left to broadcast on all available television, and radio stations... If any other nations here this, then please, do the same, and let what is known, to be heard... We discovered "zhiznennuyu energiyu", we saw the opportunity for a new source of energy, a new start for the human race... We acquired a sample of it, and put our top researchers on the project... It started as a way to harness the power of the substance, but when mixed with certain... Chemicals, drugs, or other substances, an undesired effect occurred... One of the researchers dropped a sample of "zhiznennuyu energiyu", and the entire facility in Peurto Rico was contaminated.. They... Mutated. Evolved into something, that God never intended, which is why he buried it so deep within our beautiful planet... But we meddled. We pushed too far. We wanted too much... The research team continued to "experiment" with "zhiznennuyu energiyu" on other forms of life.. We began testing/breeding them for weapons of war... God forgive us all... We never should've done what we did. The result, was terrifying... I was informed of five infected entities... THE FIVE KNOWN INFECTED SUBJECT 001 - INFECTED These are the most common, and basic form of mutation... Easily identified by their slow speed, they tend to drag along, their only motivation, to feed, consume, and grow into... SUBJECT 002 - RAVAGERS The 2nd stage of infected.. The surefire way to tell if an infected has fed on living tissue recently... They're faster, stronger, and take more to go down. Aiming for the legs first would be advised to slow them down. Just keep in mind their legs have the most mass of anywhere on their body, filled with infected tissue. SUBJECT 013 - CRAWLERS This... is where testing went on without my notice.. All I was told, is that they're the result of a combination of insect, human, and arachnid DNA, when mixed and tested with other compounds and "zhiznennuyu energiyu".... I've only seen a few on the testing grounds, it has eight legs, and moves as a decent speed... Each leg has a sharp blade like attachment on it, and I've seen it cut through limbs like a hot knife through butter... It can stand upright as well, and it's stomach has an extremely hard shell on it... SUBJECT 017 - STALKERS Another freakshow cooked up by the scientists behind the outbreak... A combination of amphibian, and human DNA, mixed with other compounds and the "zhiznennuyu energiyu"... They're large, upright standing creatures, with incredibly thick, and sharp claws, and the agility to jump decent heights. They like to jump, and make slashes at their opponents, aiming for decapitations... They're also bullet sponges. SUBJECT 000 - THE PROTOTYPE I've only seen one... They didn't make many, but sadly, they exist... I don't even know where to begin with this one... They weigh roughly three tons, and I've seen one take a tank shell... These were bred for war, and war only.. I never should've signed the permission slip for this to take place... And for that, my fellow Americans... I apologize... I've seen these wipe out entire squads, fireteams, and several tanks... If you happen to see the few in existence... Don't shoot, don't try and take it down, just... Run... _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Beyond this point... I do not know what took place, or what was orchestrated in the labs, but there were more... Many more... They are out there, and they are waiting... I am sorry, my fellow Americans... My fellow people as a species. We didn't know what we were messing with, we thought it was contained but... No matter how deformed it is.... Life finds a way... END BROADCAST
BASIC KNOWLEDGE SHEET TO SURVIVAL1. Infection is transferred via blood. Immediately seal up any wounds. If cut by one of them, immediately sever the area to avoid transformation. Typically after contraction of the virus, it takes an estimate of one hour for it to be irreversible. 2. Animals seem to be immune to it. Hunt game for food. 3. Make use of the nearest melee weapon. Firearms are rare, and no character starts with them. A few posts in, you may find something small, then move up a bit. 4. If someone dies by any reason, they WILL reanimate unless the brain is severed, or destroyed. That's about it survivors... If you wish to create your character for evaluation, look at the Judgment Day: Contagion Sign Up ThreadOr, if you're unsure of the general roleplay rules, or how to make a character, check the .:How To Make a Character Profile:.or .:Roleplaying Rules:. threads respectively. Any other questions may be sent via a private message to me, any of the moderators, or left in the role playing suggestions board. Get out there and survive!
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Post by ZeroSuperHero on Mar 29, 2013 23:41:10 GMT -5
POSTING ORDER
1. Zach 2. Me (Lindzee) 3. Matt 4. Jack
New members can join the posting order after Jack. This list will be edited accordingly.
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Post by ZXer0 on Mar 30, 2013 14:40:30 GMT -5
(Were Also starting in Texas because thats were Lindzee has her character from and were in America XD)
Ray sat up in a hunting tree stand scanning over the area around him. He had lost track of how long its been since he heard the last speech from the president, all he can remember is its hell on earth for far to long. As he scanned he thought about his close call when it all started. He was on his way to practice heading into the city but the roads were jammed with cars. As he sat in his car he could see up ahead that people were getting out of their cars and running towards him. he stepped out of his car then heard the Flood Sirens going off and people screaming but it was a clear sunny day. Then he noticed a human like figure but it wasn't human at all, was larger and looked deformed jsut tossing cars and ripping people apart up ahead. "Oh shit!" Ray thought to himself as he grabbed his hockey bag out of the car and took off into the woods.It had to be on the run for at least 2 weeks he had to be far from whatever that thing was.
Ray climbed down from the tree stand and began to head towards a small town he had seen off in the distance. He was out in the country so he didn't see many of the infected, he tried his best to avoid them at any cost. As he crept through the woods and to the outskirts of town he could see a few infected stumbling around, then he saw a convent store not more than 100 meters away. Ray gripped his duct taped hockey sticks as he attempted to sneak into the store. Ray made it to the door without being noticed but as he opened the door the bell above the door jingled. "Fuuuuck" Ray said under his breathe as an infected leaped up from behind the counter and began to charge him. hit was one of the quicker infected as it charged him wiht blood dripping from its mouth Ray wound up and prepared to swing. Ray swung with full force as the top of the sticks drove into the face of the infected. As the infected dropped Ray let out a sigh of relief as he headed towards the staff room.
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Post by ZeroSuperHero on Mar 30, 2013 23:07:12 GMT -5
Zoe Marie had just put up the last poster in the front doors and windows of The Doctor's Hospital in her small countryside town. After locking the door, she looked out upon the crowd of people who where trying to break the doors down, screaming about how they are in desperate need of a doctor. There had to have been at least twenty different families looking to seek health for their loved ones, and there were many more loners who felt horribly sick. She looked down sadly at the flyers she held in her hands and read them to herself. One poster said "THIS AREA IS QUARANTINED. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY." and "ALL PATIENT ROOMS FILLED - GO TO NEXT COUNTY." She looked one last time outside the thick glassed windows; She noticed that all of the sick were very pale, they seemed dizzy or drowsy, the sweat on their faces was more than noticeable, their eyes were sunken in the back of their heads... They were sick. And she felt guilty that she couldn't help them. She sighed sadly and put her hand onto the glass. "I'm sorry." She told them. She then turned her back and went into the waiting room of their hospital. The TV had been set on the News for what seems like weeks now. The only thing that has been broadcasted were things the president has been saying about the current viral epidemic. She has been listening to it on and off because of her walking back and forth between patient rooms, but she's heard enough to scare her. All the different kinds of magazines that filled the waiting room had the presidents face on it, with headliners that only leave the public to wonder what will happen next. She always had a face mask, lab coat, and gloves on just to be safe. She has never been afraid of germs, but she has been lately. Not because germs are "scary" to her, but because it could end up saving her life. After the news of the epidemic, the hospital had suddenly gotten filled with people who all seemed to have the same symptoms - and they all have needed urgent care. The ICU and ER were filled up first, then we had to use small clinic rooms to treat patients with the same illness. Within a few days the entire hospital had run out of room for patients, and now they had to shut down due being over crowded. There have been a lot of deaths, too many deaths, and the morgue has become overpopulated as well. They have been having to burn bodies behind the hospital so they could make room for other bodies. It seemed like every 30 minuets another patient dies. Zoe thought of having this sickness as a "Death Sentence", and it broke her heart. "No one should have to die this way..." She often thought to herself. She continued to walk through the corridors of the hospital. It was quiet, almost too quiet. The doctors weren't frantically going in and out of each of the doors, making sure their patients are alright, the patient's coughing or sneezing wasn't heard echoing through the halls... It felt like time just stopped. Nervous, she though about peeking into the windows of the patient's bedrooms, but thought otherwise because it's against her code and could get her stripped of her license. But she then continued to wonder... And in the end the curiosity had gotten the better of her. She began to walk towards one of the patient rooms, but then she heard a CRUNCH come from beneath her feet. She looked down and saw that it was a piece of paper with something written on it. She picked it up and attempted to read it (you know how doctors write), but began to make out what it said: PT. SICKNESS NOTES
* Human bite marks on various parts of body. Some have bites taken out of them, others have just the marks. * Only leading cause of sickness thus far.
Hour 1: Discoloration of skin. Hour 5: Temperature rises between 103 F - 106 F. Hour 8: Numbness of limbs and wounds. Hour 11: Paralysis in lower body, overall numbness, slowed heart rate. Hour 16: Coma Hour 20: No heart or brain activity - Death.[/i] As short as the note was, she decided that it would be handy to hold onto. She stuffed it in same pocket where she kept her promise ring from her man. It was her "Important pocket". She walked up to one of the bedrooms and was about to knock, but something in her gut told her to do otherwise. Instead, she put her ear to the door. She heard a strange groaning coming from behind the door, along with sloshing noises and tearing and ripping and smacking... Disgusted, she thought she would open the door to see what was happening, but again, her gut instinct told her not to. Instead, she looked through the window and was horrified at what she saw: The sickly patient, a teenaged boy no more than eighteen years old, had gotten his mother onto the floor and managed to gut her open. He was digging through her organs, harvesting, and eating them like it was a turkey dinner. The room was coated in blood and the floor looked slick - He had just killed her. She stumbled away from the door, gagging and trying to breathe. Once she caught her breath, she came to her feet with her hands on her knees. She looked up and saw the young man looking at her through the window. His colorless eyes, rotting face and bloody fingers scrapped towards the door. He saw her, and he wanted her. She was gonna be her next meal. Thinking fast, she grabbed a chair that was normally used as decoration and shoved it underneath the doorknob of the patient room. The ... Thing was locked in their, for now at least. She quietly began to make her way down the hall and towards one of the side exits. She looked at all the patient rooms as she passed by. They all had similar scenarios - The infected killing and eating their loved ones alive. It was a horrendous sight... One that she didn't want to be apart of. Time was running out, and she knew she had to get out of there, but she wouldn't leave empty handed. She went to one of the office rooms nearby and grabbed a cabinet skeleton key from one of the drawers. This key would get her into any medicine cabinet available. She opened the first cabinet in the clinic across from the offices and grabbed duffel bag that would usually carry large quantities of medicine and began to put in there anything she could get her hands on. By the time she was finished, she had gotten a pen and paper and wrote down all of her inventory. - 3 large bottles of Ibuprofen
300 mg - Take As Needed - 4 tourniquets
- 1 box of syringes
- 1 bottles of peroxide
- 2 boxes of assorted bandages
- 2 tubes of antibacterial/pain releaving ointment
- 4 pairs of clean scrubs
- 6 water bottles
- 2 boxes of Goldfish
- 1 bottles of hand soap
- 2 bottle of hand sanitizer
- 1 pillow
- 1 blankets
- 4 cloths
She looked down at her watch and saw that it was a little after 2. Satisfied with her newly found groceries, she swung the bag over her shoulder and began to find a way out. She searched through all of the lobbies on all of the wings, she saw that there were angry mobs of people who demanded to see their doctor. But as she looked closer, she saw that it was more of those... Things. They're populating, and fast. There was no way she could get out of there alive. She then went into one of the offices by the south wing of the hospital and found a window that could lead her out of there. She looked out towards the parking lot and saw that it was overrun by those things. She decided that it was her only chance of getting farther than anywhere on foot. From her point of view she could map out a way to get to her car without running into too much trouble. She walked down the stairs and headed towards the parking lot. Once she made it there, she saw that the things where more distracted by the front door of the hospital rather than her. Her car was now about 10 feet away. Her heart began to skips beats as she began to rush her step, and then suddenly the worse just happened. She tripped, and a lot of her medical supplies went with it, and the noise attracted all the monsters. Panicked, she grabbed what she could and began to dash towards her car. The things were on her tail, only feet away from her. She unlocked her car, threw her stuff in, started it, and floored it. She hit several things on the way out of the parking lot and blood has now stained her white car, but it's alright. She's alive. And headed south east towards the city.
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Post by Sands on Apr 2, 2013 0:57:33 GMT -5
"Is there anything there?" A survivor said to his comrade. "No.. Its clear for now" He answered. They are going to move they're group to an army outpost down the road from they're small hiding hole in the subway entrance. A skinny, dirty man walked down in after the conversation. There were 3 of them. 2 men and a women caring for a sick dog at the base of the stairs. He kneeled down and placed his shotgun against a stool. "You know if he doesn't make it..." He nodded to her. "I know I know.." She sadly answered. They were starving and didn't want to resort to it. But things were still spiraling downward. And It seemed all was bleak at this point. The man sat down on the steps. He was getting ready to take off his boots when suddenly he noticed something... The small fence that covered the entrance had been pulled and bent out slightly. He stood up and grabbed his gun. The dog started to growl with what little strength it had left. As the girl stood up the other man up top stepped down to investigate. "What is it?" He asked. "Im not sure.." The dog let out a violent snarl, but it failed to stand up. "Your trapped!" Said one of the men, "Come out now, or well defend ourselves!"
Suddenly a hand reached from the darkness. It was dirty, and had ripped gloves and worn fingers. It reach around the girls neck, pulling her close to him as he stepped out to reveal himself, and a pistol in his hand. He was hooded, and war torn. The eyes on his gas mask reflected the shimmering light of the groups camp fire. While taking the women as a human shield, he aimed the pistol at them, and they raised their guns as well. "Let her go now!" One man said. "Im gonna kill you if you hurt her!" He shouted after words. The girl had kept her mouth shut, bit her tongue and stopped herself from losing it. They were at a stand still. Until he pointed the pistol at her head. She felt the barrel against her temple and started to whimper. Her eyes watered as she started to panic, but continued to keep her posture. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" The second man said. he raised his gun and slowly bent over, putting it to the ground. The other man kept strong. Now shouting at him to release her... But he hadn't said a word.
The dog had riled up to a bark, and the irate man was screaming while the other tried to calm the situation. The girl started crying, "Please I don't want to die." She sobbed. "Jannet shut the hell up! You need to calm down!" The irate man shouted. The dog staggered up, and the man started to inch forward. "Im going to kill you! You son of a bitch!" He continued.
But the gunman still stood silently, clutching the gun to her head.
Suddenly, a giant mass shot down from the darkening sky. Without a scream the irate man was crushed by an amphibious monster. The Stalker reared up and looked at the other skinny man before it. He turned to run but a crowd of infected walkers cluttered around the metro entrance. A few dashed out and tackled him to the ground. They tore him apart... Greedily pulling his organs from him, and ripping his limbs off his body. The Stalker turned to the last two, that's when the dog had stood tall, and faced the monster. Only to be devoured whole. The man backed up, pulling his shield with him. She had been screaming, and her legs began to buckle. Her only friends were just engulfed by the horde. And her fate was doomed... All of the monsters, that weren't feasting, turned to them. And began to vastly close in. "I don't want to die!!" She screamed. But that wasn't his concern anymore.
Miles let go, and stepped back, kicking the women forward into the crowd. The infected swarmed onto her. She screamed loudly, already gargling her blood. While Miles was already gone, crouching into the small hole in the fence he had made to begin with. What was to be a simple theft for supplies turned into a massacre. But atleast he had made it out, in the end that's what his mission has been, ever since Greed took over the world. To survive until all things had ended, or until God showed up. Quickly he walked into the subway tunnels under the city, pitch darkness... But Miles had wrapped one of his eyes with a cloth bandana. Unstrapping his mask, he pulled the cloth off his face. Now his eye was still attuned to the darkness so he could find his way.
He knew that things were going to end that way. All the screaming had attracted the horde from blocks away, and he used it to escape. He has no ammo in his handgun, it was a trick all along. The only regret he had was not grabbing anything before he got out. What he did was wrong, but necessary. As Miles vanished into the darkness, he slipped his mask on, snatched his backpack he had stashed, and began to make his way to the next platform. Nothing has changed... Survival was still his only goal.
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Post by 340402309 on Apr 3, 2013 15:41:14 GMT -5
Dimitry's apartment door slowly closed behind him as he took a minute outside the doorway, trying to further collect himself, and decide what to do now... So far, he had run through the streets avoiding chaos, arrived home, watched his father die, and then turn into one of those... Those things... Which he had to deal with... And it was barely noon. Dimitry muttered under his breath...
Yebat' moyu zhizn'..."
f*ck my life, in Russian. He decided he spent enough time collecting himself, it was time to move on. Things were just getting started. The biggest concern on his mind at this point, was where was the MP433 his father had...? The building he lived in was small... About four other apartments total... He decided to check around, the building had seemed fairly quiet since he arrived, so in his mind, he hoped that he would run into minimal trouble in his search. It couldn't be far, since they had apparently come in the apartment already and took the handgun...
Dimitry checked his next door neighbors apartment first. The Allens. They were a quiet family, a mom, a dad, and a younger boy. Maybe 10. Dimitry and his dad never talked to them often, but when they did, it was in small exchanges of neighborly kindness. They occasionally gave them a plate of cookies, or something similar around the Holidays, he hoped they were safe inside. Dimitry slowly opened the door, being careful, he wasn't a violent person by nature, but today's events were definite proof that he had to stay on his toes, and be ready for anything. Dimitry clutched his knife at his side, and quietly asked...
...Hello?
Hoping the Allens were safe inside, they would recognize Dimitry by his light accent. Clearly spoken... Yes clearly Russian.
No reply...
"...Hello?" Said Dimitry again. And again, no reply. Worry set in Dimitry's gut a bit, but he was in the apartment now. He began to look around, checking the main "Living room" area first, while still occasionally calling out to the Allens.
"It's me... Dimitry... Are you guys okay?" Dimitry found nothing in the living room area, just an old TV, their small oak coffee table, and some empty containers, and old magazines.
Dimitry decided to check the kitchen next, see if they had any food left, perhaps they'd be willing to share with him, he had some water and could help out in return. Checking the cupboards first, which were almost completely bare... Dimitry was puzzled, yet horrified at the same time. All that remained in the cupboard was a cereal box, spilled over in the cupboard, with a rat enjoying the party. He slammed the cupboard shut, startled by what he saw.
"GAH!... f*cking rats. Even in the apocalypse you have to deal with these bastards..."
Next he checked the refrigerator, which he didn't have much hope for. Inside were a few items. A bottle of ketchup, a thing of bologna with the expiration date being today, and two pieces of lettuce in a small container. "Well, better than nothing." Dimitry thought to himself, and called out to the Allen's again.
"Uh... You... You hear me? I'm... I'm going to eat these leftovers.... Okay?"
As expected, a response was not heard. Eating the last contents of the Allen's kitchen didn't quite sit right with Dimitry. But he was starving, and the apartment is only so big. If there was no response, then he had hoped they moved on to a "safe" location. If such a thing existed anymore. Dimitry enjoyed his small meal of expired bologna, with ketchup, wrapped in lettuce.
"Well, at least I'll be good on food for a bit... I should check the bedroom."
Dimitry approached the bedroom door, called out to them one last time, drawing his knife ready for the worst.
"Jay, Alice, and Carl" The Allen's first names.
"If you're in here, I have my weapon drawn, I am NOT here to cause any trouble, I just want to see if everyone's alright, and if we can help each other in anyway. I must be ready for the worse. Please. I am not here, for ANY trouble. You know me. I know you. Times may be different now, but we are not... I'm coming in."
Dimitry slowly opened their door, just a crack. All he saw was their teal carpeting, some shoes, and red stains... Wait... Blood... Was that blood? Dimitry slammed the door against the wall and burst into the room, seeing nothing but horror.
"Bozhiyey Materi!" Were the words that escaped Dimitry as he saw the horrific.
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Post by ZXer0 on Apr 4, 2013 4:36:20 GMT -5
Ray entered the staff room to the surprise of no infected inside. IT was a small break room with a couch,table tv and small kitchen. The only other exit was a fire exit near the back by the staff bathroom. The door was opened and he could see nothing was in the small bathroom. Ray pushed the couch in front of the door he came into and then began to search the kitchen for food. After scavenging all he found was half a loaf of bread some peanut butter and 3 bottles of water. Ray sat on the couch and opened his bag and pulled out his skates and duct tape. "I need to reinforce my sticks so they dont break" he said to himself as he pulled the blades from his skates and taped them tot he sides of the sticks. He stood up and swung his weapon around getting the feel for it. He then pulled a puck out of his bag and slap-shot it at a wall. He smiled a bit as he sat down and made a sandwich. He found the remote to the tv and turned it on but all he could get was static and emergency broadcast image.
Ray turned the tv off as he heard moans coming from the other side of the door. As he got up he could hear the infected scratching at the door trying to get in. Ray tried to figure out were he should head next before he rushed out the door. As he approached the door he remembered there's a farm house a few miles away eh could hold off at for a few days. As he went through the fire exit the alarm blared through the town. "Oh f*ck" Ray said as he began to sprint towards the woods. As he ran he looked back to see no infected were chasing him but they were all gathering towards the sound of the alarm. Ray continued to move towards the location as night began to fall. Ray climbed up into a tree and got comfy as he could see the farm house through some of the dense trees ahead. "ll wait til morning when there's light" Ray though to himself as he closed his eyes to catch a bit of sleep.
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Post by ZeroSuperHero on Apr 4, 2013 15:51:32 GMT -5
Zoe drove onto in the highway with the windows down, the wind hitting her short hair as she messed with it nervously. The time on the road gave her the time she needed to sort her thoughts. So the zombie apocolypse has just happened, she thought. She looked over at her supplies and then back on the road. She knew her supplies will last her at least a few weeks out in the new world by herself. Then the thought suddenly hit her, and it hit her hard.
"Where's my family?"
She exited the highway and began to make a beeline to her parents home. This was one of those times where she was happy she grew up in familiar territory all her life.
When she arrived to her parents house, she parked her car quickly and headed straight to the front door. She unlocked it with her house key and walked inside. She was beyond shocked by what she saw:
Blood had stained most of the carpet as well as the furniture in the living room. The dining room table and the chairs had been flipped, torn apart, and damaged beyond repair. The china cabinet was tipped over and pushed up against the kitchen corridor, and a standalone table where family pictures were placed had gotten its legs ripped off from beneath it. The pictures laid shattered on the dirty carpet below. She inspected the carpet a little closer and saw that it seemed like something was dragged down the hallway towards the bedrooms at the end of it. She followed the trail, seeing bloody hand prints and markings all along the hallway. She saw blood spatters, big and small, decorating the once white walls.
She investigated the small bathroom just before the bedrooms. The curtains were torn down, the mirror that had once taken up a big portion of the bathroom wall had been shattered into pieces. She looked in the tub and saw it was all bloody except for the part under the faucet. Water had dripped slowly from it, showing that it had recently been turned off. It almost seemed like it was used to wash something off...
She had followed the end of the bloody trail. It lead her to her parents bedroom. Terrified, she felt like it was an obligation to see what was behind the door. When she opened the door, what she saw made her knees buckle. Her parents' bodies laid on the floor, lifeless. Their heads had been beaten almost beyond recognizance, but she knew it was them, even when she wished it wasn't. She further investigated the bodies: Their skin, which used to be dark, was now a slimy pale color. She opened on of her mothers eyes and saw that the irises were black, but had no spark in them. Both her mother and father were covered in gore from head to toe. She couldn't believe it...
They turned into the infected, and she didn't even know.
She heard a cough coming from her old room. Scared, she grabbed one of the table legs that laid close by and put it close to her. She heard the cough again, except this time it sounded like it could rattle their rib cage. She slowly opened the door and saw a man with long curly hair, a gory looking table leg, and a beer can sitting next to him. He had a deep bite wound coming from his shin. His breathing was heavy, and his skin was turning white. He was beginning to sweat profusely.
It was Jason, the only person in the world that he could truly trust... The only man she ever really loved.
And he's dying.
She rushed to his side, grabbing a shirt from her closet and rapping it around his leg to stop the bleeding. "Jason? Jason look at me." She told him, lightly slapping his cheek to snap him out of his trace. He slowly looked up at her.
"Hey, you beautiful woman." He smiled weakly. He tried to move in to hold her, but winced. "I... I can't feel my legs." He said told her. He began to panic.
Zoe gulped. She knew she had to tell him the horrible truth, but it seemed like she had a little time. First she wanted answers. "Jason... Babe... Can you tell me what happened here?"
He sighed. "When the outbreak had happened, everyone was told to stay indoors for their own safety. But I was worried about your parents. I walked all the way up to their house and when I knocked on the door your dad had answered. He said that your mom had been really sick for a few hours but refused to go to the hospital." He coughed, this time spitting out blood. Blood dripped from his mouth as he spoke. "When I walked in, your mom had stopped breathing, and suddenly she jumped on your dad and ripped out his throat and ate it. Then your mom started to chase after me. I didn't want to hurt her, because... f*ck, I didn't even know what was going on. I started putting furniture and things in front of her to see if it could slow her down, and it did, but..."
He coughed up more blood. She held him close. "That's okay, sweetie... I think I know what happens next." He rested his head on her shoulder, getting blood on her scrubs.
"I'm dying, aren't I?" He asked her, nonchalantly. She bit her lip as a few tears dripped from her eyes. He noticed this, and then asked "... I'm going to turn into one of them, aren't I?" She lost it. Tears started to flow from her eyes.
"I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner..." She told him as she hugged him tighter.
She heard him sigh sadly. "You need to leave, Zoe." She looked at him, confused. "You need to leave here and get to somewhere safely. It's too late for me." He looked at her and couldn't bear to see her so heart broken. He knew that she felt that this was all her fault. "Honey, I got my beer, and my table stick," He smiled at her "I'll be find here." She giggled. It made her happy that he didn't lose his spirit.
She sighed and tried to negotiate with him, but he didn't budge. He was more concerned about her safety, and that's all that mattered to him. She began to get ready to leave, but he stopped her. "Take this picture by my left hand." He told her. She picked up a picture of them and her parents.
"I love you, Zoe Marie." Jason said sweetly. "Never, ever forget that." He said as he closed his eyes, his breathing started to slow down, his skin had grown sickly pale...
He had died.
She began to sob, as she knelt down by him and kiss his forehead. "I love you too, Jason." She whispered in his ear. She held him one last time before deciding her next move. She didn't want to do it, but she knew that she had to. She grabbed the bloodied table leg, aimed for his head... And swung. She swung again, and again, and again, until she knew that he wouldn't come back as one of those... zombies.
When she left, she had taken a couple of her parents rings, her fathers pillow, a blanket, bandaids, and some peanut butter crackers. She took a clean table leg and packed that as well, along with some of her jeans and a few clean t-shirts.
She walked out of that house and got to her car. When she arrived she was sensitive to death, to love, to anything normal. But when she walked out, something in her snapped. She's become stronger. But in this kind of world, she would have to be in order to survive. The world doesn't revolve around money anymore, it's about survival now.
She started the car and began to continue her drive to the city.
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Post by 340402309 on Apr 5, 2013 0:07:30 GMT -5
"Bozhiyey Materi!" "Mother of God", in Russian, were the words that escaped Dimitry as he saw the horrific sight in front of him. His neighbors, Jay, and Alice, lay dead on their bed in front of him. Blood... Blood everywhere. They lie still, almost as if they were killed in their sleep. Or embracing each other ready for imminent death...
Two bullet holes... One in each of their foreheads....
"Who would do this... They were such nice people..." Dimitry pondered to himself, feeling terrible, even though he knew he had no way of preventing this. It had happened when he was doing his errands... And it wasn't the infected that did it. There was no sign of Carl still...
The closet in the corner of the room started making noise... Shuffling, and light thumping against the door. It was blocked by a knocked over tv stand. Dimitry turned and looked... The door was wobbling, like some was... Inside... Trying to get out. Knife drawn, and expecting the worst, he approached the door, which continued to wobble, and thump. He pushed himself up against the door on the side, and pushed aside the small tv stand with his foot. Facing in front of the door now, Dimitry grabbed the handle, and opened it.
HISS!!!
A large flying creature of some sort flew out of the small closet, and around the room. Dimitry let out a startled yell, and tried to get a better look at what was flying around the room. At first thought, he assumed it was bird, but it made an odd... "Clicking" noise as it flew around the room. Dimitry tried to track it's movement, to see what it was going to do next, as he wasn't going to do much against a creature this fast, and this agile, with a gun, let alone a knife.
It buzzed and clicked over to the other side of the room, across from Dimitry, and paused for a moment, seeming to stare him in the face.
Now he got a good look at it...
It looked like... A GIANT cockroach, fluttering it's wings, and it had huge antennae on it's head... And it would flick them together, real fast, which seemed to create the clicking noise. It just looked at Dimitry for a second, almost like it was thinking on what to do, or trying to alert it's buddies if it had them... It flew back, and up a little bit, and flew forward, right toward Dimitry. He dodged out of the way, just barely, his coat taking a small rip from one of it's sharp appendages.
"Poshel na khuy, kusok der'ma!" f*ck you, you piece of shit, in Russian.
Yelled Dimitry, as he charged back at the insect, lodging his Werewolf knife deep in back of the creatures head, impaling it against the wall. He held it in place for a second, waiting to see if it's sporadic movement was it's nervous system freaking out, or it trying to free itself...
It stopped moving...
Dimitry slowly slid his knife up, and our of the bugs head, thick yellow pus like fluid covering his knife as he removed it. It's body hit the floor, and Dimitry looked at it, and then at his knife with a disgusted look on his face. He wiped the fluid/blood, whatever it was, off on a blanket nearby. Dimitry let out a massive sigh of relief, then noticed the rip on the right arm of his jacket.
"No... No... Not like this! This is how the infection spreads..." He said, as panic set in, and he quickly undid, and took off his jacket to look at the wound. There was none. It didn't hurt, but paranoia was sinking in already, and it was only the first day. It just ripped the arm of the jacket.
"Phew..." Dimitry sat down, holding his knees on the floor, while leaning back against the "Allen's" death bed.
"And this is only the first apartment... f*ck me."
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Post by Sands on Apr 5, 2013 18:28:57 GMT -5
Slowly a large red metal door slid open. Its rust made it squeak as Miles pushed it aside, kukri in hand. He had made it to the next platform. Slick white tiles sprawled out into a converse area with benches and tables that would normally be cluttered with train goers. It was oddly clean... The only light was a bright chemical bulb by the exit. Miles made his way across the empty plaza. It was quiet, the only thing to be heard was the faint sounds of his footsteps. Since the world started to collapse he had taught himself to always step lightly, now its so natural to him that its requires no effort.
He came up to the to the double doors below the light. PUSH was engraved in giant letters on the door panels. And as he did a small squeak came out. But it swung open smoothly.
It was starting to get dark out. The platform was in the middle of the city, where things were the worst. A dark blue sky divided by buildings, polluted with trails of smoke and red tint of the fires that dotted the area. It was truly an apocalypse if he'd ever imagined one.
There were broken cars, trash, debris, and bodies laid out all over the streets. One in particular was a large white semi truck. Miles crept across the road, looking both ways, he could see some shufflers staggering around in the streets and on the sidewalks. They were everywhere... He knew that the city would have been the worst place or the best. While most of the country side wasn't as chaotic, they were often "Let go" by the government first. During Miles' time as riot control operator, he picked up a lot of rumors that the US government would try to hold major cities as a top priority. But leaving back wood villages and small towns to their respective police departments. This usually meant that they would be lost to the plague, the police simply weren't a strong enough force to hold the horde at bay. Unlike the cities, who had large riot squads and the National Guard to defend them. Although they didn't always succeed... The larger the population, the harder it is to maintain safety.
To put it bluntly, the cities are either a safe haven, or a death trap.
Miles checked the driver side door to the semi cab, surprisingly it was unlocked, and when the door swung open a fresh body tumbled out onto the road. It startled him, he raised his blade in preparation to attack. But gave a sigh of relief to find the man was already dead, whether he was going to turn back or not didn't matter to Miles. He climbed in and closed the door. The cab consisted of the two obvious drivers seat, and passenger. And a large red curtain in the back. He pulled it open to find two small cots on the wall. Big enough for one person each, one lay on the floor and the other a few feet above. He tossed his pack under the bottom bed, and climbed up on the top one. It had a small white pillow and a thin white blanket on top of the small half-assed mattress. But hey, it was better then nothing...
Miles slipped off his gas mask and cool air brushed against his face. Both doors locked, he drew the curtain shut, giving him a sense of security the he hasn't felt much of at all recently. He reached in his pocket and grabbed his flashlight and shook it for a few seconds. Then he flicked it on and gave himself some light so he could eat dinner, a pack of Starburst. After he finished them up he took off his boots, his jacket and his thermal shirt and threw the blanket over him. All together he felt that this wasn't a bad set up, at least it would suffice for the night...
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Post by ZXer0 on Apr 7, 2013 19:06:07 GMT -5
Ray awoke from what sounded like tank shells. He rubbed his eyes and adjusted to the light and climbed down out of the tree to investigate. Ray walked out into the field to see black smoke and fire coming from the direction of the city. As he looked a jet flew by heading towards the city. Moments later he heard what sounded like a airstrike go off in the area of the city. "Shit it must be really bad now." Ray thought as he looked towards the farm he had come across. He scanned the area for a few minutes before he headed towards the barn.
As he got to the barn he took a quick look inside the small horse barn, Nothing but a few empty stables and some hay up top. "Well least it safe and can be boarded up." ray thought a she headed towards the house. Their were no vehicles anywhere insight at all. Ray got to the door and peek in threw the window and saw no signs of anyone inside. As he tried the handled it was locked, no one was home. Ray began to search for a way in checking any windows he could find, all locked. He continued searching until he came across the Cellar doors. He opened the door surprised they were unlocked as everything else was locked. Ray walked threw the cellar which was lit by a dim bulb in the middle. He could make out a few shelves with random junk and then saw the stairs. Ray climbed the stairs to a door that was locked. "f*ck" he thought as he pressed up against the door. He then noticed it wasn't to strong so he began shoulder ramming it until it finally gave way and he came crashing to the floor inside the house. Ray laid on the door for a bit catching his breath as he sighed with relief that he had found a safe haven for now.
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Post by ZeroSuperHero on Apr 9, 2013 1:11:08 GMT -5
Zoe began to drive her car into the outskirts of downtown. Her tears had dried long ago, but her thoughts were ceaseless. She looked at rings on her fingers that glistened in the sun as she gripped the steering wheel. Those rings were reminders of why she is still alive. Why she isn't going to give up that easily. Why she's out for blood.
Revenge.
Upon entering the city, she could see nothing but stopped vehicles that laid in her way in the distance. She cursed under her breath when she saw that the cars were broken down as well. She sat in the drivers seat, enjoying her last little bit of air conditioning she'll ever get before deciding her next move. She could just drive through the barrier of cars, but that would just attract all kinds of monsters and would end up just being a suicide mission. She sighed as she ultimately decided to grab her duffel bag from the back seat and got out of the car. She grabbed her car key in case she would ever need it.
As she walked along the side of the highway, it was almost as if the number of broken down cars were endless. She grabbed some peanut butter crackers from her bag and began to eat a little to settle her appetite. Kicking the dirt beneath her feet as she walked alone. Things going in and out of her mind, anger settling deep within her gut and the will to survive conquering her mindset.
Then something broke her train of thought. She heard something.
She stopped in her tracks to listen. The foot steps sounded heavy and somewhat slow moving. She began to try and find where these footsteps were coming from. She walked about three blocks down and the steps began to sound closer and closer, the ground beneath her feet rumbling a little as it walked. Scared and unprepared for a fight, she decided to find shelter in what seemed to be an abandoned office building. She examined the premises and thought it was safe enough to make as a temporary home. She climbed up a couple of flights of stairs and made sure this area was secure as well. When she found out it was, she pushed a desk up the doors that would lead downstairs and locked the doorknobs as well. She also put pushed a desk in front of the shut down elevator. At this point, paranoia would get the better of her.
She had made a bed behind a couple of desks, folding out her blanket and cuddling her pillow. She put her picture of her family and Jason out in front of her. She kissed it sadly and looked at it one more time before putting it by her bedside. She couldn't get her eyes off of it... And cried.
"I'll avenge you..." She whispered to the picture, "I promise..." Minuets after, the cried herself to sleep, dreaming of happier times with her loved ones, the only people in the world who meant something to her.
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Post by 340402309 on Apr 11, 2013 2:54:46 GMT -5
Dimitry was resting on the floor for a moment, prepping himself to finish the exploration task he set out on.
"The f*ck was that thing..." He wondered to himself, as he stared at the deceased insect he had just dealt with. He stood back up, checked himself one more time, just to make sure he hadn't gotten any nicks. He hadn't been bit, but he wasn't sure if the virus could transfer via scratches either... He'd watched a lot of horror movies in his days, and he wasn't willing the take the risk.
He checked in the creatures former residence, the closet. Searching for anything of use. No food...
"Huge surprise... " Dimitry scoffed, as he looked through some old containers. Clothes, socks, other various pieces. Nothing in his size. He found a couple rolls of duct tape, which gave him an idea. Dimitry stood up, ripped some tape off of the roll, and patched the ripped spot on his coat. Tearing off some more pieces, he wrapped the tape around where his pantleg ended, and his boot began, to keep anything out, and hopefully keep his clothing as tight as possible. He wrapped some more around his shirt arms, and the end of his coat sleeves. Dimitry looked at himself in the mirror...
"Very good.... Wasn't all a waste then... I need to check the apartments, and get a move on out of here..."
Dimitry checked the Allen's clock... 1:37 PM... He noticed a watch on Mr. Allen's wrist.
"I'm sorry my friend..." Said Dimitry, as he slid it off the man's wrist, and onto his own. Even in these "times" knowing what time of the daily cycle it was could proove to be lifesaving.
Things are different now."
Dimitry closed the doors behind him, thinking it would provide some odd form of "Peace" for the deceased... No sign of Carl... Perhaps in the other apartments. It was already past mid-day, and the afternoon was quickly passing, so he wanted to rush through the other apartments, checking only the key areas for supplies, or survivors and hopefully avoiding more conflict with the unknown.
Next was the Allen's neighbors, the "Reynauds", he didn't know them, but he gave them the same warning coming in.
"Hello, my name is Dimitry Petrov. I am not here to hurt you, I was good friends with the Allen's, I just want to check for any survivors, or supplies.
I'm coming in..."
No sight, or sound of anyone. He wanted to make this quick. Knife drawn, ready for a quick slash at anything dangerous. Kitchen. Drawers, fridge, cupboards. Sealed box of cereal. couple bottles of water. Some leftover chicken that wasn't spoiled yet. He ate it, put the rest in his pack. Moved on. Bedroom, only one. No children that he knew of. No bodies, signs of struggles, just a somewhat messy bed, and some obviously looted containers, and closets. Couple changes of clothes. In his size too shockingly. He though Mr. Reynaud was a bigger man, but apparently they matched sizes. Put them in his pack, moved on. Nothing in the bathroom, no other seen supplies. Quiet. Almost too quiet. But this wasn't the time to overthink, or hesitate. He moved on.
Two more apartments...
Next was the Hattens. He didn't know them either really. Dimitry felt bad for a moment... He wasn't exactly the most social guy out there, but he liked people. he met a lot of stupid ones, but that didn't mean he hated everyone. He always loved to make new friends, or even just acquaintances. But it was too late for that now... In his apartment anyway. He'd dealt with much worse issues today, this wasn't the time to spend too much time worrying about what was done and past. Moving on. Same message for them, just as the Reynauds, and Allen's had received.
No violence, just supplies, and survivors. All he wanted to find. Make some allies, come up with a plan, execute it, and survive. Dimitry hadn't spent much time in this new world that had overcome his city, and who knows where else, but it seemed like a good plan. He prayed he wasn't wrong. Bam, door open, Dimitry inside, knife at the ready. Not a sound, or evidence of struggle. A box of hostess twinkies, which for an odd reason surprised him. The company had just shut down... Guess they weren't big on the snacks. He felt like he had an artifact from the past world. Such an odd thing to find in a twinkie box, but hey, it may keep him alive.
"f*ck it..." Dimitry took it, put it in his pack. Moved on. Lots of empty cupboards, lots of empty everything. "Where is all their food? Their supplies? Everything? This hasn't been going on this long. What the f*ck is happening..." Pissed off, and frustrated, Dimitry moved on, like he was accustomed to, but wasn't used to. When shit sucks, shit sucks. Their tv was on, with a blank black screen on it, and a pause logo in the corner. Dimitry figured he had a moment to investigate. He picked up the remote, and hit play. Just a looping clip, a younger guy in the park. Going "Wew! Weeew! Weeeew! WEEEEW!"
"What the f*ck..."
Dimitry just looked at the screen, confused. Was this kid trying to be an ambulance? Did he think he was a siren? Whatever... He turned the tv off, and left.
One final apartment...
It was so quiet in the complex... So weird. He guessed the other families just tried to get out as quick as possible. But why was one a murder scene, and the rest just... Empty. Again, Dimitry tried to not get too worried about it, and headed down the hall to the final apartment.
2:15 PM
He had check the apartments fairly quick, and was making good time. Hopefully this one will be just as quick, and he can be out, and finding some shelter before dusk, and hopefully make it through the night... Then, decide what to do next.
He didn't know who the residence of the last one was... Never really heard, or saw him in the halls, but most of the time, Dimitry was either running an errand, or in his home, doing his own thing, so perhaps their schedules were just different.
"I guess I'd better, uh.. .Think of something to say..." Dimitry walked up to the door, looked at the bottom... He saw some shadows moving along.
"Hello?"
Dimitry knocked, and the shadow stood still. Nervous, his continued his greeting. "My name is Dimitry Petrov. I live here. My father has... Passed, today. I've checked the other apartments, I only knew the Allen's before, and their son Carl. Something... Happened to them. I am armed, but I am not looking for conflict... I've seen plenty enough of that for today, and I'm sure you have too. May I come in, and we can see if we can help each other?"
No response, he glanced back down, no shadow. Dimitry cursed to himself, knocked again. Same thing, quiet, no sight, no sound... Nothing. Well, no backing down now. He'd already taken several chances today, if he wasn't willing to take more, he wasn't going to last long.
"I'm coming in..."
The door creaked open, knife at the ready, Dimitry scanned the room then...
He felt a gun barrel push up against his temple....
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Post by Sands on Apr 11, 2013 7:29:17 GMT -5
"Please cease at once. Turn back to the refugee camp in Rice-Eccles Stadium. This road is under quarantine and containment until further notice."
The intercom echoed through the crowded streets. The cold night air was littered with falling snow. Steam floated up from the huge crowd of civilians and infected rushed down the interstate highway. There was screaming, trampling, and pure man slaughter as the crowd was slowly being consumed by an ocean of infected behind it.
Salt Lake city was gone. The mass metropolis was lost in 11 days and the people were panicking. They wanted to leave. Refugees had clustered together in designated safe zones, but the plot for safety in numbers quickly turn up on itself. Greed was spreading quickly.. And now the only objective left for the soldiers blockading the roads out was to stop it from spreading more.. By any means necessary.
"We should let them through.." Sodom, one of Miles teammates from Darfur, said coldly as he walked up to the barricade. Miles said nothing as he stared into the darkness that stretched beyond the floodlights. Sirens wailed in the distance, and the dark sky was ignited red as half the city burned. The sound of a hundred footsteps cultured the air. Any second now a crowd of people, running for their lives, was about to break into the lights. And rush the PMC's position... Infected in toe.
Miles hadn't said a word. He, and all of the couple dozen soldiers raised their firearms. They had to contain it... By any means..
A wall of people sprinted out of the darkness. The pale white light greeted them, along with gunfire. Miles grit his teeth, and pulled the trigger of his TAR-21 assault rifle. It was loud, bullets sang down across the open, and people began to topple over. Eventually they stopped coming, and instead a new wave of infected flooded in. Their bodies fell on top of the civilian's. Covering the asphalt in mounds of corpses and blood. They kept pouring in.. Flashes from the wall of gun barrels kept ringing through the cold snow.
Then there was the silence of his cot.
Miles opened his eyes. His nightmares had reminded him how he got here. His team was dead, his mission had failed, and now he was the sole survivor. The slaughter at Salt Lake City was almost half a year ago. Now in the warm air of Texas, things were less chaotic. But still not safe.
He leaned forward, pulling the blanket down from his shoulders. It was dead quiet in his temporary home. A faint light peeked through the windows, and under the curtain of the semi. It was early morning, he guessed it to be around 6 AM to 7. He grabbed his thermal and pulled it over his back. Reaching down, he grabbed his pack and pulled it to his bunk. He had a 12 pack of Ramen noodles. Although he never had the chance to eat because it was never safe enough to settle down an cook them. Along with his lighter, some tape, an extra mask filter, para cord, the empty handgun, and his flashlight.. All things accounted for.
He grabbed his hoodie and fit into it. After rubbing his eyes, and scratching his beard he reached down to grab his mask.. There was a rumbling. Miles stopped still... It was quickly getting louder.. The clear sound of jets burst by outside. Gunfire and percussions from tank cannons began to roar all around him. And a skittering on metal as something crossed the roof of his truck, right above his head. Although he couldn't see outside of the curtain, he listened closely.. The dead street turned into a warzone.
Then everything was ringing. Shell shocked as a heavy thump hit next to his truck, it flipped into the air. In the cabin there was a moment of zero gravity, everything started to float, including Miles. Broken shards of glass from all the windows glittered about. Miles lifted out of his covers, his heart sank, it had completely caught him of guard. The truck was pushed into the air and landed down on its side.
Miles cascaded against the wall as the few things he had, piled onto him....
He opened his eyes again.. It was quiet again. The world seemed inverted as he lay in the toppled semi cabin. His head was throbbing, and there we a few cuts and bruises. His lip was split, and a small wound above his left eyebrow. he turned over on his back, and pushed the light debris off of him. Other than his sore body he was unharmed. He wiped his face, smearing a bit of blood on his sleeve. He grunted as he leaned forward, again, and grabbed the now sideways passenger seat as a prop to stand. Slowly he staggered to his feet. Now the bright mid day sun shined through the broken windows.
Painstakingly he gathered his things, slipping his knife into one of his waist belts. Crouching out of the empty windshield, mask in hand, he saw the street was totally destroyed. Craters, bodies of the infected, burning cars, and giant holes in the side of the buildings. It looked as if the war had came and gone in an instant. he sat down on the side walk to collect himself. Still dazed, Miles leaned against the tipped semi and closed his eyes. He fought the urge to sleep more. His body was aching, and he was slightly dizzy. A cool breeze brushed his face. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes again.
Miles had no idea what had happened that morning. And why such a huge military op went down in the city. But it was quiet now. They had either moved on, or failed, and were slain. But as for now... Miles just wanted to sit for a minute to clear his head... He had survived another night.
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Post by ZXer0 on Apr 13, 2013 14:55:39 GMT -5
Ray got up and began to search the house up and down. Was completely empty of people. Ray walked back into the kitchen and saw a note on the table. "Went to the horse show, Love Mom and Dad". Ray then heard a noise coming from upstairs. "Da f*ck i was just up there." He said as he pulled his stick out and walked up the stairs. As he got to the top of the steps he heard the noise again but this time he heard it above him. "So there's an attic eh." He said looking for the latch. When he found the door he pulled the string and the ladder fell down. He slowly crept up the ladder until his head poked into the attic. It was dark and he couldn't see anything.
Ray slowly climbed into eh attic scanning the darkest. All he could see when his eyes adjusted were bunch of junk and boxes. Ray then heard the noise behind him. He quickly spun around to see a pair of glowing eyes in the distant. Rays heart stopped for a second but then he began to laugh a he noticed it was just a little chipmunk the must of found its way in the house. "You scared me you little bastard." Ray said as he climbed down out of the attic. He could still hear the shells going off in the city that was not to far away. As he walked back into the kitchen he looked out the window and noticed a car flying down the drive. Ray scanned the car and saw that the car had blood all over it and a cracked windshield. "This cant be good" he said preparing himself for the person coming home.
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