The Tom, Eric, Neku, and Jacob continue their collection of half improvised collection of parkour moves over the metal shipping containers, banging out a moderate amount of sound. After about 10 minutes, they breathlessly jump down from the cratees and open the door. Tom enters first, his knives atv readt, but, some what unsuprisingly, there are few signs of zombies. They proceed upstairs, and together they pull open a door at the top of a set of stairs, and too human, unzombified bodies fall out and slide down the stiars, each one clutching a civilian modeled M1911 pistol in one hand. Tom and Neku move into the room, while the others stay down stairs to watch out for zombies. They looked in and under desks, but to no avail. They sullenly proceed downstairs, when Neku notices a clipboard hanging on the back of the forced door. He grabs it and reads at the top of the slightly-yellow paper "MARCH 13 SHIP. MANIFEST", complete with a list of the items delivered. They join their other two comrades below, and begin getting atop the shipping crates again. Just as they do, several gunshots can be heard, followed by high pitched screeches. The screeches continued for 3 seconds, getting louder each time. Something was getting closer.
(APPROX. 10 MINUTES IN THE PAST) Monet waves to the 4 men leaping over crates, and begins searching the containers in the warehouse. She found a somewhat generous supply of canned foods, and piled them near Jacob's self-claimed room. Most of the crates, however, contained apparently useless junk: Bike wheels, wrenchs, some kind of valves. She began making a pile for these too, seeing as how the mad-scientist guy kept asking for odd things. But then she found the 3, oddly marked, wooden crates in the North-East corner. She called Dave to come help her with a crowbar. When he got there, they pried open 2 of the crates: one was full of yellow haz-mat suits and gas masks, the other contained 2 thick stacks of pamplets, one labeled "CIVILIAN RELOCATION PROTOCOL", and the other "DEALING WITH THE THREAT". It also contained 3 riot shield and 3 batons. The third was a little harder to get open, and when they heard gunshots and loud screeches, Monet began worrying, and Dave exerted all his in one massive pull, flinging the front of the crate off. What awaited them was beyond awesome: 3 RPG-7 laucnhers, with a 3 large metal cases near them. Once the clasps were flipped open, each was revealed to contain 6 RPG Rockets each.
Dave nearly fainted.
(APRROX. 15 MINUTES IN THE PAST) Abby sat in the back of the shop, waiting for the person to respond. The man peeked into the shop through cracks, though his eyes, adjusted to to the mid-morning sun, could see nothing. Abby began hearing her own heartbeat. Suddenly, the mans hand was violently yanked away from the boards, with such foce that blood was left. He began screaming, shooting his AK randomly as two slender Zombies tore into his chest, while a third tried to, but was pushed out by the others. Finally, the human screaming stopped, and only squishy, feral sounds emanated from the outside. The third, unfed Zombie began looking through the cracks, his nose hovering suspiciously over the bloodspot. Abby had never seen Zombies behave this way: They were forming some sort of hierarchy, and began using more of their senses. The mostly exposed brains of most Zombies had all deteriated to a certain degree, but it also seems that they began reforming in news ways.
Abby was shocked out of her daydream by the skinnier Zombies screeching mindlessly nto the sky, getting quieter. They were going South West, leading a herd of atleast 5 Zombies with them.
Name: Gilbert Plicka
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Previous job: Biochemist
Bio: Having recently earned a PhD in Chemistry and Biochemistry, Gelbert had just begun looking for a position that would allow him to perform experiments attempting to create a living organism from non-living organic chemicals, when the outbreak happened. Thankfully, due to having a rather odd group of friends, he had actually put some thought into what he would do in a zombie survival scenario, believing at the time it would only ever amount to an inside joke.
Inventory: Crowbar, (fully functional) Replica WWI Thrench Knife, One copy of "The Zombie Survival Guide", 4 rolls of medical tape.
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Name: Joe Coonundra(yeah.best i could think of. get over it)
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Previous job: Chef
Bio: Joe, as a kid, had a dream to become a Biologist. However, he ended up being a chef... He lived happily with his parents and had no problems. He got straight A's and studied very much. He knows much about animaks and people. He is very puzzled at the thought of "Zombies" and laughed it off at age 13. When he turned 16, he started cooking for his parents who became ill. He became very skilled and soon, opened a resturaunt. However, his parents were so ill, they both passed away when Joe was 18. Joe now lives alone. He knows very much about life and cooking. He can make naturally disgusting things, tasty.through the magic of deep fat frying...joking
Inventory: steak knive,chef hat, apron, ladle
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I get out of the back of the shop, raising my shield instinctively, weapon ready in my other hand, then head outside to check the remains of the man.
I take his stuff, then retreat back inside.
I sigh.
"Thank you, dwellers of the ninety-nine hells, for this gift. May the man recieve a place in a high Hell."
I make a small handsign, then inspect my loot.
(I like how your teenage girl character is completely unfazed by the sight of a mans rib cage being spread open. I guess I didn't exactly mention that though. BTW, the AK-47 has 22 rounds in its clip.)
I get out of the back of the shop, raising my shield instinctively, weapon ready in my other hand, then head outside to check the remains of the man.
I take his stuff, then retreat back inside.
I sigh.
"Thank you, dwellers of the ninety-nine hells, for this gift. May the man recieve a place in a high Hell."
I make a small handsign, then inspect my loot.
(I like how your teenage girl character is completely unfazed by the sight of a mans rib cage being spread open. I guess I didn't exactly mention that though. BTW, the AK-47 has 22 rounds in its clip.)
(( Well, she's a firm believer in Dwarven (Dwarf Fortress Dwarven) religion, with the ninety-nine hells and all. Don't forget Armok, that crazy blood god. I think that, along with working in a bike shop (some of my friends do, they wouldn't flinch after seeing someone cleaved in half by a car, i mean jesus christ that is terrifying) would desensitise her to at least MOST of it. At least she didn't watch it happen, right? :3c ))
I strap the AK to my back, taking another deep breath.
"And may Armok drink well with his blood."
It is seriously a bad idea to hang out here any longer... I should get a move on... If those zombies think they smell something interesting, it could be more survivors...
I head out the door to the shop once again, noble weapon (tire iron) firmly in my hand
When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
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Jacob pulls out his assault rifle (3 burst setting, and i think about 5 bursts left), and stands at the ready. Looking around, he doesn't see anything, but he hears screeching voices getting closer... closer...
I peeked out the window for what seemed like the hundreth time. "I hope they'll be fine..." I didn't want to think of what could happen, so I wandered off somewhere else in the warehouse.
I searched for even more helpful boxes, but to no avail. I called over to Dave, "I hope you know how to use those rockets, and don't kill us!" I went back over to him, and picked up a riot shield.
(Sorry this took awhile, apparently I have tetanus.)
Neku and the other's make i back to the warehouse, where, together with Monnet, they close the large metal doors in anticipation of the inevitable Zombie horde.
Abby steps around the corner of a building, watching a large mass of zombies heading for the harbor district to the south, leaving a trails of body parts, mysterious fluid trails, and trampled bodies.
While The Preservers keep watch through various windows, and a newfound ladder leading to the roof and a large catwalk like platform, where the explosives where placed along with Dave and Eric guarding them, Neku, Tom, and Monnet search for the DARPAS shipment mentioned in the manifest. The screeches had been persisting for awhile now, and the survivors had been on their toes, but then Lance spotted a massive horde through his sniper, headed straight for them. They would be at the warehouse in less than 4 minutes. The midday sun assured that these weren't the toughest Zombies, but there were atleast 50 of them, in varying sizes and shapes.
Meanwhile, several block west of the warehouse, 5 survivors climb out of the wreckage of a store. A Chef, a scientist, a gambler, a teenager, and a police officer have been rummaging through the city for days, preferring to dodge Zombies than kill them, though the once black riot armor of the police officer is now stained with bodily fluids, the gambler and his white suit matching. They had been hearing the screaming for about 20 minutes now, and had ducked into this store incase they were coming for them. The biochemist took solace in the fact they hadn't been attacked much; he had observed small, frail Zombies actually lead hordes towards large groups of humans, as apposed to just small pockets of humans. They had heard some loud-ish bangs coming from the east, the harbor district, and they had began moving in that direction.
"Can somebody enlighten me as to why we're going towards what sounds like a fight?" Gilbert says as he nervously glances around for zombies, holding his trench knife's handle in a deathgrip.
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Conner looked about the fire works store. It seemed uninhabited, and completely over looked by scavengers.
"This'll do."
He started shoving furniture towards the glass doors when he hears a groan. A few seconds later, he peeked over the cashier desk as a whole band of zombies shuffled by in an almost organized fashion. A few seconds after that, he saw why: A glint off of a gun's barrel peeked through the window of a nearby warehouse.
Conner smiled, stuffed some skyrockets into his spud gun, charged it up and took aim....
(APPROX. 10 MINUTES IN THE PAST) Monet waves to the 4 men leaping over crates, and begins searching the containers in the warehouse. She found a somewhat generous supply of canned foods, and piled them near Jacob's self-claimed room. Most of the crates, however, contained apparently useless junk: Bike wheels, wrenchs, some kind of valves. She began making a pile for these too, seeing as how the mad-scientist guy kept asking for odd things. But then she found the 3, oddly marked, wooden crates in the North-East corner. She called Dave to come help her with a crowbar. When he got there, they pried open 2 of the crates: one was full of yellow haz-mat suits and gas masks, the other contained 2 thick stacks of pamplets, one labeled "CIVILIAN RELOCATION PROTOCOL", and the other "DEALING WITH THE THREAT". It also contained 3 riot shield and 3 batons. The third was a little harder to get open, and when they heard gunshots and loud screeches, Monet began worrying, and Dave exerted all his in one massive pull, flinging the front of the crate off. What awaited them was beyond awesome: 3 RPG-7 laucnhers, with a 3 large metal cases near them. Once the clasps were flipped open, each was revealed to contain 6 RPG Rockets each.
Dave nearly fainted.
(APRROX. 15 MINUTES IN THE PAST) Abby sat in the back of the shop, waiting for the person to respond. The man peeked into the shop through cracks, though his eyes, adjusted to to the mid-morning sun, could see nothing. Abby began hearing her own heartbeat. Suddenly, the mans hand was violently yanked away from the boards, with such foce that blood was left. He began screaming, shooting his AK randomly as two slender Zombies tore into his chest, while a third tried to, but was pushed out by the others. Finally, the human screaming stopped, and only squishy, feral sounds emanated from the outside. The third, unfed Zombie began looking through the cracks, his nose hovering suspiciously over the bloodspot. Abby had never seen Zombies behave this way: They were forming some sort of hierarchy, and began using more of their senses. The mostly exposed brains of most Zombies had all deteriated to a certain degree, but it also seems that they began reforming in news ways.
Abby was shocked out of her daydream by the skinnier Zombies screeching mindlessly nto the sky, getting quieter. They were going South West, leading a herd of atleast 5 Zombies with them.
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Previous job: Biochemist
Bio: Having recently earned a PhD in Chemistry and Biochemistry, Gelbert had just begun looking for a position that would allow him to perform experiments attempting to create a living organism from non-living organic chemicals, when the outbreak happened. Thankfully, due to having a rather odd group of friends, he had actually put some thought into what he would do in a zombie survival scenario, believing at the time it would only ever amount to an inside joke.
Inventory: Crowbar, (fully functional) Replica WWI Thrench Knife, One copy of "The Zombie Survival Guide", 4 rolls of medical tape.
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Age: 19
Sex: Male
Previous job: Chef
Bio: Joe, as a kid, had a dream to become a Biologist. However, he ended up being a chef... He lived happily with his parents and had no problems. He got straight A's and studied very much. He knows much about animaks and people. He is very puzzled at the thought of "Zombies" and laughed it off at age 13. When he turned 16, he started cooking for his parents who became ill. He became very skilled and soon, opened a resturaunt. However, his parents were so ill, they both passed away when Joe was 18. Joe now lives alone. He knows very much about life and cooking. He can make naturally disgusting things, tasty.through the magic of deep fat frying...joking
Inventory: steak knive,chef hat, apron, ladle
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I get out of the back of the shop, raising my shield instinctively, weapon ready in my other hand, then head outside to check the remains of the man.
I take his stuff, then retreat back inside.
I sigh.
"Thank you, dwellers of the ninety-nine hells, for this gift. May the man recieve a place in a high Hell."
I make a small handsign, then inspect my loot.
(I like how your teenage girl character is completely unfazed by the sight of a mans rib cage being spread open. I guess I didn't exactly mention that though. BTW, the AK-47 has 22 rounds in its clip.)
(( Well, she's a firm believer in Dwarven (Dwarf Fortress Dwarven) religion, with the ninety-nine hells and all. Don't forget Armok, that crazy blood god. I think that, along with working in a bike shop (some of my friends do, they wouldn't flinch after seeing someone cleaved in half by a car, i mean jesus christ that is terrifying) would desensitise her to at least MOST of it. At least she didn't watch it happen, right? :3c ))
I strap the AK to my back, taking another deep breath.
"And may Armok drink well with his blood."
It is seriously a bad idea to hang out here any longer... I should get a move on... If those zombies think they smell something interesting, it could be more survivors...
I head out the door to the shop once again, noble weapon (tire iron) firmly in my hand
When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
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Neku and the other's make i back to the warehouse, where, together with Monnet, they close the large metal doors in anticipation of the inevitable Zombie horde.
Abby steps around the corner of a building, watching a large mass of zombies heading for the harbor district to the south, leaving a trails of body parts, mysterious fluid trails, and trampled bodies.
While The Preservers keep watch through various windows, and a newfound ladder leading to the roof and a large catwalk like platform, where the explosives where placed along with Dave and Eric guarding them, Neku, Tom, and Monnet search for the DARPAS shipment mentioned in the manifest. The screeches had been persisting for awhile now, and the survivors had been on their toes, but then Lance spotted a massive horde through his sniper, headed straight for them. They would be at the warehouse in less than 4 minutes. The midday sun assured that these weren't the toughest Zombies, but there were atleast 50 of them, in varying sizes and shapes.
Meanwhile, several block west of the warehouse, 5 survivors climb out of the wreckage of a store. A Chef, a scientist, a gambler, a teenager, and a police officer have been rummaging through the city for days, preferring to dodge Zombies than kill them, though the once black riot armor of the police officer is now stained with bodily fluids, the gambler and his white suit matching. They had been hearing the screaming for about 20 minutes now, and had ducked into this store incase they were coming for them. The biochemist took solace in the fact they hadn't been attacked much; he had observed small, frail Zombies actually lead hordes towards large groups of humans, as apposed to just small pockets of humans. They had heard some loud-ish bangs coming from the east, the harbor district, and they had began moving in that direction.
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Conner looked about the fire works store. It seemed uninhabited, and completely over looked by scavengers.
"This'll do."
He started shoving furniture towards the glass doors when he hears a groan. A few seconds later, he peeked over the cashier desk as a whole band of zombies shuffled by in an almost organized fashion. A few seconds after that, he saw why: A glint off of a gun's barrel peeked through the window of a nearby warehouse.
Conner smiled, stuffed some skyrockets into his spud gun, charged it up and took aim....