Zombie Hunter/Survival RP

[Irving1992]

Okay, zombie games are awesome so I think that there should be a zombie rp. So basically the rules are that I will write the story, and at certain points I will break off and make options where you can choose on what to do, and the majority of the votes will be the decision. Some decisions will lead to a good path, or you just might end up in the gullet of a ghoul.

THE CAST IS FULL AS OF NOW. But still feel free to contribute to the decisions along in the story. Remember, every vote counts!

The "Cast":

Name: Irving
Nickname: Irv
Basic Appearance: Shorter than average, built, with a close cut brown hair-do, and a piercing stare
Weapon Specialty: 10" hunting knife + An M16 Carbine Assault Rifle
GW Profile: Irving1992

Name: Steve Cannon
Nickname: "That guy who hates zombies" + Cannon
Basic appearance: Black matted down hair, brown eyes usually covered by sunglasses, muscular, approximately 6'3", white tank-top, and black jeans.
Weapon Specialty: Machine gun
GW Profile: Undertakerfan

Name: Matt
Nickname: Myth
Reason for nickname: he knows a lot about myths (including zombies)
Appearance: just your normal run of the mill guy
Weapon specialty: big metal bat
GW Profile: napper

Name: Sam Reynolds
Nickname: Radar
Reason: He can hear things very well.
Basic appearance: Boston Red Sox hat, white t-shirt, military style khaki jacket, flame red hair, blue jeans, scar on right kneecap
Weapon Specialty: Remington double-barrel shotgun
GW Profile: Larry Legend

Name: Sawyer
Nickname: Sharpshot
Basic appearance: 5'11, semi muscular, dark blonde hair. white button-up shirt with a brown leather vest over the top. Black suit pants.
Weapon Specialty: single-shot rifle with scope, 8-round 2.5 mm pistol
GW Profile: Jack_West

Name: Blade
Basic appearance: Large, muscular man with a heavy rain coat.
Weapon Specialty: Shotgun
GW Profile: The Spartan

[Undertakerfan]

I'm going to say hunter, because I hate zombies so very very much. Also, I'm in.

[Irving1992]

I'm going to say hunter, because I hate zombies so very very much. Also, I'm in.

Great, now if you can make a profile of a person you want in the story. (THIS IS FOR EVERYONE WHO WISHES TO JOIN)


Follow this form:

Name (doesn't have to be yours):
Nickname (if any):
Basic appearance:
Weapon Specialty:

[Undertakerfan]

Name: Steve Cannon
Nickname: "That guy who hates zombies" + Cannon
Basic appearance: Black matted down hair, brown eyes usually covered by sunglasses, muscular, approximately 6'3", white tank-top (or wifebeater), and black jeans.
Weapon Specialty: Machine gun.

[napper]

Name: matt
Nickname: myth
Reason for nickname: he knows a lot about myths (including zombies)
Appearance: just your normal run of the mill guy
Weapon specialty: big mettle bat

[Irving1992]

And your choice napper?

[Kansas]

Name: Sam Reynolds
Nickname: Radar
Reason: He can hear things very well.
Basic appearance: Boston Red Sox hat, white t-shirt, military style khaki jacket, flame red hair, blue jeans, scar on right kneecap
Weapon Specialty: Remington double-barrel shotgun
I'm gonna go with Hunter

[napper]

hunter, it will be more fun that way

[Irving1992]

Alright, casting call is over, but if you're aren't a part of the "cast" still feel free to vote in the decisions. Since I have the character's bios on the beginning of the screen, I feel no need to describe them in the story :D. Don't worry, there will be NPCs as well.


May 8th, 2007

It's been 5 months since the fatal attack on the nations of the world.
Earth is in chaos.
But there is hope.
A majority of the population is wiped out.... but they still remain..
But there is hope.

"When the f*ck are we gonna get there?!" Irving, 1st in command of the Zombie Attack Force (Z.A.F.), exclaims.
"Calm down man." Cannon, 2nd in command, says, "I'll tell you when we get there, I gotta concentrate when I drive. I can't have you cussin' out before we even get there!"
"Man, I gotta cravin' to smash some zombie head in!" Myth (3rdIC) chuckles, polishing a slightly damaged metal baseball bat.
"When are you gonna junk that piece?" Radar (4th) asks.
"I've had this thing since my senior year in baseball!" Myth argues, "I'm not letting this thing go 'till it's breaks!"
"Shut up you two!" Cannon yells, silencing them, "Irving, where are we going exactly?"
Irving explains, "First, we have to through this suburban town, clear it, so we can continue into a major city beyond it. Nothing we haven't done before."
"Okay, you're pissing me off!" Radar snaps, lunging for Myth's bat.
"F*ck off!" Myth snipes back.
"What the hell did I just say!?" Cannon screams, looking back at the two in the back seat.
"WATCH OUT!" Irving shouts.
Cannon looks back at the road, to see a lone ghoul wandering out into the middle of the street then he starts to.....

A. Run it over
B. Evade it
C. Stop and kill it

[The Spartan]

Name: Blade
Basic appearance: Large, muscaulur(sp?) man with a heavy rain coat.
Weapon Specialty: Shot gun.

[Cavalier!]

ooc: can i still post a prof.?

Name sawyer
Nickname sharpshot
Basic appearance: 5'11, semi muscular, dark blonde hair. white button-up shirt with a brown leather vest over the top. Black suit pants.
Weapon Specialty: single-shot rifle with scope, 8-round 2.5 mm pistol.

[Irving1992]

ooc: can i still post a prof.?

Meh, sure. I bet I can squeeze you two in somehow. And if anyone can make a decision that'd be great.

[The Crazy One]

OH! OH! I VOTE C!!!! I wonder if this will be fun. I am allowed to vote...right?

[Irving1992]

I am allowed to vote...right?
Of course! I just need more votes than just one.

[Cavalier!]

C. i guess coz zombies need to die

[Undertakerfan]

c. Because, like I said before, I hate zombies so very very much.

[Irving1992]

C it is then

Cannon slams on the brake. The speeding SUV screeches to a stop. Everyone in the car jerks foward violently.
"Dammit!" Irving growls, "Matt, since you got a craving, you go and smash that f*cker!"
"Sure thing!" Myth says, getting ready to leave.
"Wait," Cannon jumps in, stopping Matt. "Take this," He pulls a Beretta 9mm hand gun from a holster on his side.
Myth grabs it, then finally leaves.
"Radar, take point and look for anymore," Irving commands, pushing a button opening the sunroof overhead, "We're sitting ducks out here."
"Okay," Sam answers, loading shells into his signature Remington shotgun before standing into the sunroof so his torso is sticking out.
"I'm going!" Myth yells, finally running toward the approaching dead.
It was obvious that it was previously male. It has deep and wide gashes all over the exposed skin. It slowly limps it way toward the attacking Myth. Myth yells as he reels back and swings with extreme force at the ghouls leg. The bat makes contact, and the sound of bone breaking is heard clearly. The zombie staggers over and hits the ground. Myth laughs outloud.
"I'm suprised I hadn't tried that yet!" He says with amusment.
"Just kill it already!" Sam yells.
"Wait a damn second!" Matt yells back.
Matt steps backwards, but then returns to the downed zombie, and steps on the back of it. With his foot, he put the dead's head so it is on the ground. He lifts the bat over his head like an axe executioner. He brings the bat down with power. The bat cracks the ghoul in the head. The zombies head explodes literally from having its head smashed to the street. Blood and bits of skull and brain fly everywhere. Myth shields his face from the head debris with his arm. The once flailing zombie stops abruptly. Myth steps down and wipes his arm off.
"C'mon man!" Cannon yells out the driver's window.
"Coming!" He replies as he rushes back to the vehicle. He jumps back inside and starts to continue polishing his bloodied bat again. Radar also retreats into the car as well, unloading his weapon.
Irving nods at Cannon, "Let's go,"
Cannon also nods in approval, "Agreed."
Cannon throws the car in drive and continues on.
"Actually, we're almost there," Irving contemplates, "So we have to decide what we have to first,"
"I'm hungry!" Myth says quickly.
"Can you seriously eat after what you just did?" Cannon says in disbelief, "What we need is supplies, like ammo and the such."
"We're fine! Let's just get to the clearing!" Radar throws in.
"Uhhhh," Irving drags out, deciding...

A. Go with Myth's idea, get some food
B. Go with Cannon's idea, stock up
C. Go with Radar's idea, go straight to clearing

[Undertakerfan]

I say B because we need supplies in case we run into anymore zombies. Also, it was my character's idea.

[napper]

I say a becouse that is exactly what I would have said, and I'm hungry.

[Kansas]

This is against my better judgment but I gotta choose B.

[Irving1992]

Okay, B it is then.

"We need to stock up, I don't 'bout you two, but we're running a little low." Irving confirms.
"Ahhh, we're wasting daylight is what we're doing!" Radar protests.
"How many shells do you have left?" Cannon questions Sam.
Radar checks his supply, "...10." he says meekly.
"Exactly," Cannon teases.
"Alright. Stop it you two, I don't need any mutiny among my men." Irving says coldly.
"Sorry Irv," Cannon and Radar say in unison.
"By my resources, there is a police headquarters in the middle-eastern section of the town." Myth adds.
"Great, let's make that our first priority." Irving states.
"Sure," Steve agrees, starting to try to navigate the strangely empty streets.
"I'm not sure about this," Radar starts, "but isn't there supposed to be dead people walking about?"
"Hey, I'm not complaining!" Cannon chuckles, "Hey, I think we're here actually."
The SUV pulls up in front of the giant police station. Everyone exits the car and starts to gear up.
"Radar. Keep point, we don't want to be caught off guard." Irving tells Sam.
"Sure thing," Radar says, "someone just needs to load up for me."
"I will." Myth says, "I'm all set anyways."
Myth goes around back to the hatchback and lifts the trunk door open. He pulls out 3 duffel bags. He throws an off-red one to Irving, gives a blue one to Cannon, and keeps a forest green in back. A black one stays in the trunk.
Irving zips open his bag and pulls out a body and a butt-stock of a recent edition of the military M16 Carbine Assault rifle and starts to reconstruct it. He clicks the two pieces into each other and quickly screws them together. He pulls out 3 magazines of 30 rounds of ammunition and loads one into the gun, slaps back the hopper on it, and puts it on safety. After doing this, he pulls out a monsterous 10" hunting knife. He unsheathes it, and quickly sharpens them with a piece of flint. He resheathes it and ties it around his thigh. "I'm ready."
Cannon meanwhile is also opening his bag and suiting up. He just pulls out a whole MP5 sub-machine gun and pulls out 4 long and slim clips and also loads one into the gun. Also, he puts a plastic devise on the loaded clip that looks like an "H" and puts another clip into the adjacent hole of the devise. He slaps back the hopper and clicks the safety on. "I'm ready."
Myth opens Radar's bag and pulls out a long belt and puts 8 of the 10 shells into it. He goes around to the passenger's backseat and pulls out Radar's Remington Double-Barrel Shotgun. He pops down the barrel and throws the remaining 2 slugs into the barrel. "I'm___ err... He's ready." He hands the belt and gun to Radar.
Myth pulls his metal bat out of the backseat and pulls back the slide fo Beretta Cannon had given him. "I'm read__"
"Shush!" Radar snaps. Everyone stands still, tense is obvious:

Stand ground
Find Radar's source of sound
Proceed into police station

[Kansas]

B, man. I wanna see what Radar heard!

[The Crazy One]

C, cuz this thing needs to go faster.

[The Spartan]

C. Where am I?

[Undertakerfan]

I would vote C, but what if he heard a bunch of zombies and we're stuck in the police station and they kill us all? I say A.

[Irving1992]

Okay, C.

"What is it?!" Myth says nervously.
Radar lifts his leg, a gas is released *muuuurrrrrrrrrp*, "Oh man! That was a good one!"
"Awwwww!" Everyone says, taking several steps back. Irving steps in, waving his arms trying to ventilate the smell.
"You assh*le, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" Irving snaps.
"Quiet!" Radar's face turns serious quickly.
Irving takes a step back, "Please tell me this isn't another false alarm."
Radar turns his head slightly, lifting his index finger up. All of a sudden he blurts, "Zombie on our six!"
As fast as lightning, Irving popped of the safety and is taking a bead on the approaching ghoul.
"I can get a shot probably," Irving says in a near whisper.
"Take it man," Steve murmurs.
"one...." Irving counts, "two....three," He holds his breath.
A shot is fired.
The bullet pierces the zombie's skull, making it explode. The headless corpse remains standing for a couple of seconds before slumping over to the right.
"God damn Irving!" Myth says with amazement, "I didn't know you had that kind of shot!"
"...that wasn't my shot." Irving says with no emotion.
"Wooooweee!" a cry is heard from somewhere.
Everyone shoulders their weapons and start to find the source.
"Damn good shot Sharpshot!" the same voice is heard.
"Who's out there?!" Cannon yells out.
"Up here!" A different voice is heard.
Everyone looks up to see two men standing on a rooftop from across the street.
"C'mon down here!" Irving demands.
"Whatever," the same man says.
They disappear and then reappear shortly after and walk towards the group. Everyone puts a bead on the two.
"Whoa whoa whoa," Says the first man again, seeing the barrel of everyone's gun pointing at them.. He has a shotgun slinged around his back. He lifts his hands into the air, his companion follows suit. "We're on the same team here."
"Identify yourselves," Irving commands.
"Us? I'm Blade," says the shotgun man.
His friend also has a weapon strapped around his back, but it is actually a modern bolt-action sniper rifle. He also has what seems to be a 2.5mm handgun holstered. "I'm Sawyer. But he calls me Sharpshot." Says the sniper.
"What are you two doing here?" Myth asks.
"We've been here for about a month or so," Sawyer explains, "We've been pinned down."
"Have you cleared the police station yet?" Cannon asks.
"Not yet, we've been holed up on that roof for most of the period," Blade says.
"How'd you eat?" Myth asked.
"It's the roof of a supermarket."
"Oh."
"Anyways....Did you make that shot?" Irving asks Sawyer.
"Hell yeah," he replies.
"How 'bout you join us? We could use some extra fire power around here."
"Sure thing, anything to get out of this hell-hole." Blade answers.
Just then, they make their way into the police station cautiously.

No choices this edition guys. I'm running late for something and I'll post the 2nd half later.

[The Spartan]

Oh yeah! My character is a bad @$$!!!

[napper]

I don't mean to rush you or anything but when can we continue?

[Irving1992]

No rush, I'll do it now! :D
Part 2

The newly bigger group approach the big metal double doors making the front entrance. Irving walks up and attempts to open the door. The door does not budge.
"Damn..." he mumbles. He pulls out his knife and tries to slip the blade between the two doors. "Cover me Cannon."
"Alright," he says. He aims toward the doors.
Radar walks up to Blade in the meanwhile, "Sup."
Blade looks a little jumpy, but he replies anyways, "Hey."
Radar eyeballs Blade's shotgun, "Nice gun."
"Thanks, you too."
"Ah ha!" Irving says with pleasure, "I got it in, everyone get ready."
Everyone shoulders their weapons, 3 people looking behind and the rest facing the door.
"Alright... 1...2.....3!" He says as he pushes with major force downwards on the knife. The force causes the lock to break. Irving quickly pulls the knife out and opens the door. Cannon and Myth enter, quickly but cautiously. Irving sheathes his knife and quickly pulls his M16 into action and he then enters the building with the other two, then the other 3 outside followed suit. Upon entering the station, they quickly close the two doors as firmly shut as possible. The HQ starts off in a 5 foot hallway and is intersected by another hallway so it forms a T.
"Alright everybody," Irving starts to say, "Blade and Radar, both of you cover the two hallways." Both nod as each one covers a respected side.
"Myth, Sawyer. Help me with this bench." Irving commands as the trio lift a bench along the hallway and they use it to block the door.
"I got a map." Cannon says, looking at a blueprint of the station in a glass case that is boardered by metal on the wall opposite to the one with the bench. He lifts his hand to break it, but Sawyer quickly grabs it and quickly says, "No no no. You would've just signed our death wish. Anyways, I got an idea."
Sawyer skims the metal trim and finds a lock. "Irving," He says, motioning Irving toward the case. Irving once again takes out his knife and this time easily breaks the lock. The case opens and Sharpshot takes out the map. He hands it to Cannon.
"Now," Sawyer explains, "I need Irving and someone else to help me,"
"I will," Myth says.
"Okay, I want you to stand on the other side of this case, and put one hand on top and one on the bottom," Sawyer instructs. Myth does so.
"Now Irving, you are going to use your knife to cut the seal around the case."
Irving once again whips out his knife and carefully saws the strong glue sticking the case to the wall. Soon, he cut all four sides. The case falls, but Matt and Sharpshot cradles it.
"Now we're going to put it on the doors." Sawyer ends.
"What's that going to do?" Cannon asks.
"If someone or something breaks the doors in, we'll know."
"Oh, quite clever." Irving admits.
Matt and Sawyer walk over to the door and hang the top of the frame over the two door knobs. "Thank you," Sawyer heaves, "That sucker was heavy."
"I found two potential ammo rooms," Cannon exclaims, finally looking up from the map, "The equipment room and the evidence room."
"Where do we go first?" Radar asks.
Irving motions to Cannon. He hands Irving the map.
"They're right here." Cannon points out, "The evidence room is on the floor below this one apparently, and the equipment one is on the second."

Go to evidence room, basement level
Go to equipment room, 2nd floor

[Nicholas]

Oh, damn. I'm late for the cast. Oh well.

I would choose B. You guys might need some ammo before going to evidence room. Who knows what might be down there.

[The Crazy One]

B, because the evidence room could house potential threats.

[Undertakerfan]

I pick B because in movies and stories like this, the scariest stuff is always in the basement.

[Kansas]

I choose B.

[The Spartan]

I say B, beacause I always take the chance to raid the equipment room in games.

[napper]

I don't care becouse I don't use ammo but I'll choose B.

P.S. when do I get to kill more zombies???

[Cavalier!]

i choose b im pretty sure im low on ammo

[Irving1992]

P.S. when do I get to kill more zombies???
Patience my friend, patience. Have you ever watched zombie movies? They don't usually increase in # until later, maybe this issue is later... <.< >.> O.o

"We'll go to the equipment room first." Irving decides, "We have to clear out this place remember. Lead us there Cannon."
"Well, the upwards stairwell is down that way," He directs toward the hallway Radar was covering.
The group moves out, "Sharpshot, Blade." Irving says while moving, "I have to tell you guys something."
"Shoot," Blade replies.
"The only reason us four have survived the past 5 months is because we followed a tight-knit set of rules," Irving explains.
"Damn right," Myth agrees.
"To give you a nutshell, no one, and I mean no one, is to go off alone for any reason. And whenever we travel on foot, we always have at least two people to cover our 6." Irving lists.
"Good enough for us," Sharpshot says as the group nears the mouth of the stairs.
The group walks up the stairs. They go up one flight then reach a small u-bending landing then go up another flight. As soon as they reach the top, Radar quickly lifts up his fist, halting the group. He then props his ear out with his hand and stands there for a couple of seconds. "There's at least 5 of 'em up here." Radar whispers bleakly.
"Damn, we'll need to conserve ammo, and we sure in hell can't go to the supply room with these things up here.... since Myth and I are the only ones here that really have hand-to-hand weapons, we'll go hunt them down. You 4 go and find the supply room." Irving plans.

Follow the story with Irving and Myth's subgroup
Follow the story with Cannon, Radar, Sawyer, and Blade's subgroup

[The Spartan]

How about, B, then A, like a real zombie movie?

[The Crazy One]

I agree, I want to see what happens to them both.

[Cavalier!]

me too i agree

[Undertakerfan]

I agree as well.

[napper]

me too this is going to be cool.

[Irving1992]

Alright, I'll try to Tarintino this, with intertwineing stories.

Everyone nods in approval. Irving walks over to Cannon, "You're second in command, so I want you to lead these four until I return."
Cannon stands there motionless, but then nervously nods his head.
"We'll be fine." Irving reassures, "But if anything does happen, do not, do not, come and find us. You hear?"
"There's nothing to worry about." Myth grins.
"Alright, we've wasted enough time, move out!" Irving breaks the group.
The two sub-groups go down seperate hallways, much like the entrance.

Irving and Myth cat walk down their hallway, Irving with his knife drawn in the ice-pick position and Myth holding his bat like a sledgehammer. They walk about 6 feet before just reaching another branch-off. A droning moan is heard in the direction of the branch. Irving turns to Myth and motions to him by pointing to his eye and down the hall behind him, which deciphers, "Watch our back." Irving repostions his knife to an upright one. He juts out the shiny stainless steel blade out the opening to use it as a mirror. He sees the zombie standing there, with its back to them. Irving turns to Myth. He taps him on the shoulder. Myth turns around and stares wide eyed behind Irving. Irving spins around to the ghoul lumbering toward him, only feet away.

Cannon and crew walk down their path. Radar and Sharpshot stay behind, watching their back. They continue walking and one zombie turns the approaching corner and starts to move in their direction, mouth gaping, the horrible moan escaping it. Radar steps up, he pumps his shotgun. He lunges, thrusting the barrel into the ghoul's mouth. The sound of metal cracking bone is heard as the monster's teeth get knocked in. The zombie trys to move, but Radar's surprising physique holds it back.
Radar grins, "Later bitch."

Irving ducks to the left, just avoiding the dead's outstretched hands. Myth swings with power at the zombie's arm, bone is broken. The zombie's left arm goes limp, but that does not impede it from attacking Irving. It takes another lunge at Irv, but he retaliates this time by thrusting the monsterous 10" blade upward through the dead's jaw. The sickening sound is heard. The blade easily made it to the brain, it went through it. The zombie just stands there, being prepped up by Irving's knife, staring at him with blank eyes. Irving clenches his teeth as he twists his knife and pulls it out of the dead walking dead. The body collapses to the floor.

The thunderous boom of the shotgun blast is heard throughout the whole floor. The entire backend of the skull is blown to smitherines, only the front of the face remains intact. Blood covers the surrounding walls. Radar uses his foot to slide the remains off of his barrel. He turns around and pulls out a cloth and wipes his barrel off. Then he pops the barrel down, throws the two smoking shells to the ground, then reloads two more into his gun. Everyone just stands there, staring at him.
"...what?" Radar asks slowly.
Cannon stares at him, rubbing his ear with his finger, "That was a little loud."
"Yeah, but f*cking awesome!" Blade exclaims.
"Shall we continue?" Radar says awkwardly.
"Yes, let's." Cannon says.

Part 2 of this issue to be coming out soon! Feel free to post and comment though!

[Irving1992]

Part 2! BOOYACKASHA!

The blast startles Myth and Irving.
"What the hell was that?!" Myth asks Irving.
"By the sound of it... Radar." Irving says bleakly.
"Dammit! They've probably attracted the rest of the zombies on the floor to them!" Myth says in disbelief.
"I know, but that doesn't stop us from completeing our objective."
The group continues, and reaches a door on their left. Irving slowly turns the knob...unlocked. He motions with his head to Myth toward the door. Myth walks up to it and pulls out his 9mm into his left hand, and wields his bat in his right. Irving slowly turns the knob again, but pushes the door in slightly. Myth uses his gun to prep the door open, and takes a peep inside. There are 2 more walking dead inside.

"It should be right over here," Cannon says, once again consulting the map. They approach the door and Cannon opens it. The crew slowly walks inside the supply room. Immediately they aim their weapons....

Myth backs off the door and holds up two fingers toward Irving. Irv silently nods and unsheathes his knife. Myth reopens the door and both Irving and Myth rush in behind a respective zombie.
Myth immediately puts the barrel of his gun to the back of the zombie's head and shoots, the 9mm kicks back, sending the bullet through the infected brain of the ghoul and out its eye. The monster's head explodes shortly after, spraying blood and chunks of flesh everywhere.
Irving grabs his monster by it's matty hair, and slices its throat very deep ear-to-ear. Blood spurts, but the creature is not done, but neither is Irving. He pulls the knife sideways, twirls it, backs up, and sends a horizontal straight cut to the back of the neck. The power of the cut plus the present gash of the slice produces an instant decapitation. The body crumples down, but Irving still grasps the head in his hand. The head is still alive, the creature making a last-ditch effort to consume flesh. Irving shakes his own head, amused, but still cautions the mouth. He drops the head to the floor, only to deliver a fatal curb stomp, smashing the skull and gray matter all over the floor. Irving looks up at Myth, who only chuckles and shakes his head.
Irving looks around, and sees a box of tissues. He takes some and lifts up his boot, "Aw man, I think I stepped in something," trying to bring humor, wiping off his bloodied boot. Myth is amused by his comrade.

"Who the f*ck are you!?" Cannon yells, aiming his SMG toward a man sitting down.
The man leaps up, trying to reach for dual Colt .45 pistols holstered to his chest, but is persuaded otherwise by four gun barrels. He's about 6'1", around 295 pounds but looks like he's built mostly of muscle. His piercing blue eyes inspect all guns pointed at him, but a drop of sweat runs down from his military style black hair. He's wearing huge black combat boots and he wears a Kevlar vest over a white T-Shirt, his black jacket seems to be on the back of the chair he was occupying.
"I said. Who. Are. You." Cannon says slowly.
Just then, a loud clap is heard. Most likely a bullet. This startles the team. The man makes a break for it, but is halted by a shotgun butt to the stomach by Blade. The Kevlar is tough, but Blade's strength is tougher. The man wheezes, dropping to his knees.
"I've had enough of this, I'm killing you." Cannon snarls as he clicks off the safety.
"NO!" the man coughs with difficulty, "I'll talk, I'll talk."

Sorry guys. Looks like there's gonna be a Part 3...

[Irving1992]

Part 3... I promise there will be voting by the end of this...

"...Looks like an office." Matt thought aloud looking around after Irving and he had thrown the corpses into a corner. And he was right, there were three desks, all with a computer and the works in each corner of the room except for the one with the door connecting to the hallway. Blood covers the walls. Dried blood. Looks like people were killed in here. Irving walks over to a computer and turns on the moniter, the computer was still running. Irving scans the computer for anything of use.
"Hmmm... looks like a Lt. James Howard once occupied this computer." Irving states, looking at the picture of a man and his family on the desktop, "Poor soul, must've been one of the vitims here."

"I swear I'm a cop!" Lt. James Howard, aka Jimmy, pleads to Cannon's group, pulling out his badge to show them.
Radar comes over, takes it, and inspects it, "It's legit." He throws it back to Lt. Howard.
"Alright," Cannon finally admits, "you're a cop, but you're going to be apart of our group now."
Jimmy's face turns questioned, "Why should I?"
"Because we're the good guys here. And I sure in hell want to stay that way and alive." Cannon says.
"....whatever." Howard submits.
"Boy, glummed fellow isn't he?" Blade whispers to Sawyer. Sharpshot nods in approval.

"C'mon, let's move out." Irving commands.
Myth nods and follows his partner out the door, and before he closes the door he locks it. No one in, no one out.
"By what we know, there's at least 1 more up here." Irving reminds Myth when he walks up to him.
"Then why don't we just try next door?" Myth asks.
"Why not." Irving agrees.
They continue down the hall shortly, reaching yet another door on their left. Instead of covert style tactics, Irving and Matt decide to breach the room, there should only be one left. Irving turns the knob and swings the door open, moving directly into the middle of the room. Myth follows. Irving turns around. A figure moves in behind Myth. Irving manages to let out a cry, which at least makes Myth turn around. The zombie fires itself toward Matt, plowing him into the floor along with it.

"Nice choice choosing to come here first!" Sawyer says.
Weapon cages line three of the four walls, holding perfect condition police weaponry. There's Carbines, Uzis, SMGs, Shotguns, Tactical Shotguns, Sniper Rifles, and an assortment of handguns of all kinds. Under the weapon cages are cabinets. Cabinets holding hundreds upon thousands of bullets. There's a lone window in the far right corner from the door. The first thing the group does is delve into the ammunition like children at Christmas. Radar and Blade find a wide array of shotgun ammo, from door breachers to straight-up slugs. They grab boxes left and right. Sawyer just searches for his sniper ammo, and he finds it, all kinds. Sawyer isn't picky, he just wants bullets that fit into his gun. Being a police headquarters, Cannon has no problem finding 9mm bullets to fit his MP5.

Myth falls hard, hitting the ground with a thud. The zombie lays on top of him, reeling its head back for a bite. Myth quickly reaches out and grabs it by the throat, holding it back. Irving runs up, and soccer punts the propped zombie hard in the face, sending the monster backwards off of Matt. Myth scrambles up, trying to regain composer. Irving draws his knife, moving toward the zombie.
"No." Myth snarls.
Irving halts, shocked by the pure anger coming from his commonly humorous friend. He steps back. The zombie managed to shamble back to its feet. Myth pulls his bat back like a pool cue. He shoves the top of the bat into the zombies face, breaking almost every bone that the bat made contact with. It staggers back, but is not stunned. Myth goes in for another go. He hacks the creature's legs until it crumbles to the ground. He walks over to a window and opens it. He stomps over to the zombie and drags it by the head toward the window. He hoists its head into the frame sideways. Irving walks over and hold the body in place and nods at Myth, understanding his anger. Myth also nods before pushing down on the window, bringing it on the zombie's skull. The pressure causes the skull to fracture into two, the head spliting in half. For good measure, Myth continues to move the window up and down onto the bloody frame before having been halted by Irving's cold stare.
"C'mon, lets go find the others." Irving tells Myth. They move out the room. Irving stops to try to remember the layout of the map. He finally remembers and leads Matt to the door leading into the equipment room.
He knocks on the door, hearing, "Irving?" on the other side.
"Yeah, it's us. Let us in."
The door opens, and the two walk inside, only to see another man standing in there.
"Who the hell is this?" Irving asks immediately.
"Cop," Blade answers, not looking from the weapons covering the walls.
"Oh," he says, not caring. He walks up to Cannon, "Did you have a fun time?" he says with extreme sarcasm.
"Oh yes honey, an eternity of fun." Cannon plays along. Irving laughs and pats Cannon on the shoulder in good company. "I stocked up for you guys," Cannon added.
"Thank you." Irving says pleasantly.
Myth just stood there, motionless.
"What's the matter with him?" Cannon asks Irving.
"Close encounter." Irving states.
"I don't want to hear about it." Myth says as he slowly walks to a wall and lies up on it.
Radar catches something, he rushes to the window and lets out a statement that made everyone's heart drop.
"We got company, lots of it."

Stand ground
Try to escape

[The Spartan]

A

[Cavalier!]

i am not in this group but for their safety i vote B

[Undertakerfan]

Well if we try to escape we risk running right into the group of Zombies, but if we stay, we may die just as soon. I vote B. Make a break for the car, we can run them over on the way, lol.

[The Spartan]

What? The characters aren't going to die... Then this thread would die and then what? Plus you guys need some action in your lives.

[Irving1992]

i am not in this group
Yes you are... you're Sharpshot... remember? You did make a bio if I recall:

ooc: can i still post a prof.?

Name sawyer
Nickname sharpshot
Basic appearance: 5'11, semi muscular, dark blonde hair. white button-up shirt with a brown leather vest over the top. Black suit pants.
Weapon Specialty: single-shot rifle with scope, 8-round 2.5 mm pistol.

And I replied that I would add you and I did.

I do need more votes though people.

[The Crazy One]

B Because if there is anything more fun that mowing down zombies, tis mowing down zombies in a car.

[napper]

I know it does not matter becouse there is already more B votes than A votes but I choose A becouse I am still mad about that stupid zombie from before.

[Nicholas]

I choose letter B

[Irving1992]

Right you are napper, but I'll try to finagle the story a little to suit your character's anger.

"We have to get out of here," Irving decides after checking out the window himself. A little over 100 zombies are out side, slowly approaching the building.
"How though?" Radar asks, panic obviously is present in his tone.
"We'll get through this," Irving reassures with 50% truth behind his words.
"Wait," Cannon says, "Radar's got a point. How are we going to get out of here, with 7 people, in a 5 person holding SUV?"
"We'll shove two people in the hatchback then!" Irving lashes. He feels that this is not the time for logistics.
"Where the hell did all these bastards come from?" Blade asks.
"Who knows. Maybe they heard our gunfire or something." Irving guesses.
Out in the distance, glass is heard broken.
"Oh sh*t..... they're inside!" Sawyer says.
"Dammit!" Irving yells, "We can't use the door then."
Thinking of options, Lt.Howard contemplates something, "The window."
Irving completely forgot about the new member, "What the hell do you mean?"
Jimmy shrugs, "We'll rappel down the window."
"And where are we supposed to get a ra__," he wasn't able to finish before Howard fished through his bag on the center table and pulled out what Special Forces call a "fast rope". Howard walks up to the window and places a black rectangular prism that sticks into the wall with sturdy nails. He pulls rope that's connected out the top and throws it out the window.
"Well then, I guess we have a way out." Irving says, defeated.
The approaching moan becomes louder and louder with each passing second.
"Get that table on the door!" Blade yells. Myth and Radar quickly shove the center table against the door. Then everybody rushes to get their equipment together, shoving anything they can into their pockets and stowing anything else that can be stored in Jimmy's bag. Then a pounding sound is heard on the door.
Angry, Irving pops out his current clip out and puts one with Armor Piercing bullets in. He quickly pulls the slide back and yells to his team, "Get out of here! I'll be right there!"
He runs over, parallel to the door, and unloads into the wooden door. He half-squeezes his trigger, sending three round bursts through the other side. The sounds of bodies hitting the floor are heard on the adjacent side. One by one the members of Z.A.F slide down the rope, hitting the ground and taking the defensive position, only Cannon and Irving remain in the building. Cannon runs up to Irving and taps him on the shoulder, motioning him "it's time to go." Irving nods and slings his rifle onto his back and follows. Cannon goes first, climbing into the frame and sliding down the rope. Irving follows suit. Just as he is about to climb down, he remains outside on the window frame looking into the equipment room. The door's being broken in. And the strength of the multiple zombies start to push the door in.
"C'mon Irving!" Sawyer yells.
Quickly, Irving pulls a fragmentation grenade he smuggled from the equipment room out of one of his front jacket pockets, pulls the pin and says, "Welcome to Hell you sh*theads," before hurling it inside. He quickly drops down the rope, slamming into the ground. The explosion is great, spewing a fireball out the window. The sound causes the entire group to flinch momentarily before dashing for their SUV.
Irving goes around back and slings open the hatchback, he motions for him and Lt. Howard to get inside. They hop in, closing the swing door shut, but opening the rear windshield so they can fire their weapons. It's a tight fit, but it'll suffice. Cannon and Myth go around front, Cannon into the driver's seat and Myth in the passenger. The rest pile into the back, with Sharpshot in the middle and both Shotguners on either side. Sawyer pops out the sunroof, scanning for activity, about 3 dozen more walking dead approach the vehicle.
"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" Sawyer yells.
Cannon turns the ignition, starting the car. He revs the engine before throwing the car into reverse. He backs up for about 20 feet before sharply turning the wheel, and similtaniously putting the car in drive, executing a perfect 180 degree turn. He speeds out, running over and through multiple groups of zombies. Everyone not driving is shooting out some window, trying to hit anything that's moving.
Finally, the car reaches the outskirts of town. Everyone retreats into the car, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Thank god that's over," Cannon says what everyone is thinking.
"Yeah for now, but we need to get back in there and clear that place!" Radar says.
"Screw that! We should just continue on to the city!" Myth yells.
"Irving!" Both yell in unison.
Irving places his hand on his head...

Clear the town
Continue onto city

[Kansas]

B. Can always come back and clear the town later!

[Cavalier!]

b same reason

[furball3283]

im not cast but i vote B for the same reason

[Bluelaser]

ooo "B"

[Undertakerfan]

Yeah, I choose B as well.

[napper]

agian it does not matter but I choose A. and how does that suit Matts anger? Irving was the one who was angry and killed them did you get the wrong person?

[Dr. Manhattan]

Since undertakerfan got banned can I join?

[Cavalier!]

you can join but create your own char. coz if undertakerfan comes back. so i reckon you can join. its really up to irving though

[Dr. Manhattan]

Name: Johnny O'Donnell
Nickname: Pint
Reason: He can hold any amount of beer down
Basic appearance:The Guy in the middle left of the picture with the blue mohawk. (http://www.paulepictures.com/images/music/casualties_2.jpg)
Weapon Specialty: Swords and Pistols.

just in case.

[napper]

so are we getting on with this?

[Dr. Manhattan]

I don't know when Irving is going to get on.

[Cavalier!]

i dont think hes coming back?

[xXUnderGroundXx]

Wrong. He's right here. Now can we get this thign moving again?

[Irving1992]

Let's reboot this game up!! Upon looking at previous votes, B it is then.

Irving sighs, "Let's just continue on to the city."
Radar grunts with frustration.
"Go," Irving calls to Cannon, "Everybody top off." All members with guns with magazines start to reload their clips.
Several eerily silent minutes pass before Cannon breaks the silence, "We got a gas station checkpoint."
"What are you talking about?" Jimmy asked.
"You haven't left your town at all during the entire attack, have you?" Irving asks, "Well, the government tries to make checkpoint safe havens everywhere so roving bands of people have a place to rest; and for people like us, to get any gossip about the surrounding area and to gas up our car."
"Is this exactly legal?" Jimmy asks, "I mean, what you're doing?"
"Yes. Quite." Myth says, popping open the glove compartment and pulls out a laminated booklet with the US crest on the front, "Our grant from the President himself."
"Jesus," Jimmy says with surprise.
The SUV pulls up to the checkpoint, which is surrounded by a portable chainlink fence. The SUV lurches to a stop right in front of two Humvees. Two military men in the standard green camo walk up to the car with lowered M4s.
Cannon rolls down the window and passes the grant Myth gave to him. The soldier inspects it thoroughly, and waves the group through, "You'll need to be checked to see if you're virus free."
"Fine with us," Cannon complies.
"Welcome to checkpoint 325."

Part 2 soon.

[B S o D]

still taking members?

[cyborg8405]

Name: Blade
Basic appearance: Large, muscular man with a heavy rain coat.
Weapon Specialty: Shotgun
P.S. I think this is really cool and i like your signiture

[xXUnderGroundXx]

Woah...is this even ACTIVE anymore?

[Irving1992]

Woah...is this even ACTIVE anymore?
Yeah.... now it is again.

[xXUnderGroundXx]

Cool.

[Northern Lights]

Add more content to your posts, UTF.

That is SPAM.

Next time it is a warning.

[The Spartan]

Thanks...sorry I don't come on that much anymore guys.

But, I say lets get this RP rollin again!!!

[Irving1992]

OK!

Cannon pulls into the compound with the sliding door shutting behind them. They park along with a plehora of various vehicles varrying from civilain sedans to the military Humvees.
"What... Does he mean by 'Check'?" Sawyer asks awkwardly.
"Ask the Lt. to give you a detailed description of a full body cavity search, then multiply it by three." Irving says blatently.
"Oh." Sawyer answers with enlightenment then with disgust, "O..Oh!"
The members unload out of the SUV and begin to take out their equipment.
"Lets just take this to a tent then we need to get that contamination check."
The group luckly manage to find an empty tent and put their stuff there. They begin their walk to the white bio-hazard tent marked "DECONTAMINATION".

*EXPLICIT, DISGUSTING, AND SLIGHTLY DISTURBING. SKIPPING FOR YOUR OWN GOOD*

"That was f*cked up." Blade blurts out when the team is in line for some food.
"Yeah, not one of those things that get better as you go along." Myth chuckles. The team then sits down.
Gunshots are heard outside. Immediately Lt.Howard leaps out of his seat and pulls out his two .45's out of his chest holsters.
"Sit down Spaz," Cannon says calmly, "It probably was one or two, if it was potentially dangerous, the alarms would be going."
The team finishes eating then heads over to the biggest tent of all, the one that houses the commander of the compound.
"Wait out here," Irving commands his crew, then walks inside. Faint discussion is heard through the thick material. Minutes later, Irving reemerges with a manilla dossier with again another US Crest on the cover.
"We went through enough today," Irving reassures the group, "We'll go over this in the morning."

The rest of the evening went normal. Myth sparked up some of his famous stories and fables; Sawyer and Blade telling the group about their time on the rooftops. And Lt. Howard telling the heartbreaking story about how he lost his family to the monsters. A wail is soon heard after. It gets louder as the sounds of running and screaming start to mingle with it. Everyone jumps up and grabs their weapons and runs outside. As soon as they hit outside they discover the problem. 360 degrees surrounding the compound and slowly approaching are the living dead. They are less than a mile away now and seem to be aware of the presense of living flesh. The entire military personel start to line the gates armed with their assault rifles, already taking potshots at anything they can hit.
A marine on the radio calls, "WE NEED IMMEDIATE AIR-EVAC! APPROCHING ZOMBIES ON ALL SIDES!"
"Copy that ch325, sending 5 personel helicopters. ETA in 15 minutes"
"Sh*t. We don't have that time." Irving huffs.

A.Stay and fight until heli's
B.Try to escape by car

[xXUnderGroundXx]

I say B, because there is less of a chance we could die. Also, I want to run over some zombie scum!

[Cavalier!]

B butonly if its a jeep or somethin, or a truck

[The Spartan]

A

It's not like we're gonna die. That would end the RP.

[Kansas]

A.

BTW, sorry for the inactivity, everyone. My computer crashed, went psycho, and got f-ed up bad, so I've been restricted to Wi-Fi on my DS. I never realized how little hot spots there are in my town that are open to the public.

[soulless669]

can i join?...oh...i see...this has been inactive for a few months...damnit...oh well

[Cavalier!]

ooc: MEGA BUMPAGE!!! and is there nayone out there who would like to get this restarted, because i really enjoyed this rp way back in 07 and wouldnt mind continuing it.

[Draxis]

OOC: I Would like to join, so you have one vote.

[Constantine]

A Fi!

(Welsh for "And Me")

[soulless669]

ME TOO!!!