Interactive Story (please add)

[Rakk]

OOC: Guys, use OOC tags when making an OOC discussion in the IC room. Meanwhile I am deleteing all offending posts, and unlocking this thread.

[pieisgood]

OOC: is this starting from the point in the old story, or going at it with a fresh start?

[Rakk]

OOC: Can we stop iscussing this thread and just start the damn RP.

[pieisgood]

The moaning woke Stan from his slumber. Slowly, he remembered the steps required to sit up. First one leg... then the other... then walk... no, wait! He moved too far ahead. There was no help for it now.

He orientated on the moaning and found the figure swaying in the darkness. Stan shambled over to it and began his heated contemplation. A swaying stance... rotting flesh... teeth dripping with an unknown virus....

Once his brain had collected the required information, he began to assess it. Stan's brain worked, nearly overheating, as he let out a low, deep throated moan.

Of course! Zombie! Now what was Stan supposed to do to zombies?

His eyes drifted from the confused corpse to the axe in his hand. And back. And to the axe again. Words from his superior were awakened by the blade...

Stan! Are you listening! Dear lord, boy! How do you function with so little extra space in your head?

The words may not have been useful, but they inspired Stan. He lifted the axe and began to chop and hack the zombie. The zombie, who thought Stan to be another corpse based on his utter lack of in-tact brain, was too surprised to react.

Stan stood back and looked at his work. Oh yeah. That's how it was done.

[grigori]

Grigori once again was making his patrols along the rooftops. It was night (seemed like it was always night in Malton), and as always the backround was filled with various moans and shots. An armored car rolled down the street below on a similiar patrol as his, although this wasn't the normal military type ones. It seemed to be a converted van of some sort. Grigori continued along until he found a building with a large attic window he could go in through.

Inside it was much more quiet than outdoors, and although he predered the rooftops, he could not sleep on them lest he be picked off my a random thug or even a daring zombie. Speaking of zombies, Grigori heard a shuffling from his right up ahead. A figure turned the corner and, sure enough, it was one of them. The preist closed his eyes for a second and said an our father, then raised his rifle.

Crack!

One shot from his Winchester to it's and it was down, that's all it ever took. Grigori made sure the rest of the doors were locked and the building clear, then rested on one of the abandoned beds.

[Delacroix(Rei)]

OOC: Might as well...
I jump from rooftop to rooftop thinking.
This is insane why would the JBDF send me here...this is not their problem..."Monitor contagients and extract ground zero contagient"...which is what...? I think to myself as I land on a roof.
I am Jaxcell. I am a B.O.I. I am the S.R.A.T.P. weilder.

[Scorpio]

ooc: I never joined in the last, might as well try

ic: Just a little further, my shoulder still burns from the gunshot wound. I take cover in an overturned bus, the hunters catch up and search the area, three civilan militia and one Necrotech scientist. They've been doing some serious work apparently, I ran into one earlier, he offered me some shelter then his buddies tagged me with a DNA extractor.
'Doctor we can't find him'
'He's somewhere around here, call the base and tell them to use the tracker'
Not without a fight, but all I've got left is my knife and one flare . Fine tools, but no good against their guns. Although I know what will work.
'Hey frankenstein, catch'
I light the flare and throw it at them. Sure enough some rotters, attracted by the flare, scurry from the streets and attack their newly illuminated food, they're overrun in seconds.
I sink back into hiding, when the zeds leave I'll see what I can salvage.

[nomad]

Charlie looked at the printouts infront of him these were printouts of this morning in Malton, his squad were being dropped in, they were CRG, Contagin Response Group, recon. They were front line, above regulation, the best.

later
The set down in the square, his ten member squad, all armed with Heckler and Koch MP5s dressed in bio hazard suits, disembarked. "Form a perimeter, groups of two, moveit," barked the sergant.
Charlies partener was Ronny, he was young hot headed and eager, the best sort in these situations. They moved to the nearest street corner, where they saw a person staggering around...

[penance]

The Claw roamed the streets of Malton. "I'm back, harmanz, and nothing will stop me again! Everybody who opposes the barhah will be extermianted!" he roared.

[pieisgood]

Stan inserted a finger in his ear and removed it with practiced expertise. What was that sound? Moaning? Maybe it was... a... thing... that... had...

Stan's brain heated as he contempleted the sound, the setting, and the overall meaning.

Zombie! And Stan kill zombies! Of course! He was immensely proud of his cognitive reasoning. Standing up, Stan hoisted the Axe and clambered over the light mountain of junk that formed the building's barricades.

Outside, Stan orientated on the sound. The memory of walking returned, and soon all of Stan's motor functions were running at full capacity. The zombie came within sight and-

Woah. Those were very large arms. His pace slowed as several thoughts struggled to the surface of his inefficient mind.

Those were very large arms.

Those arms could tear things apart.

What did zombies tear apart?

...

Flesh. People flesh. Human flesh.

Stan had human flesh. He didn't want to lose his human flesh! That was where he hung his clothing!

Stan slowed to a halt, and began to accelerate, walking in reverse.

[Valentine]

Val sat quietly in the corner of the ramshackled police department now turned fortress. He blinked a few times trying to stay awake. I put this damn place back together it is mine I have to stay awake a little longer to let the others sleep. They need it more than me. He cracked his neck and stood up walking to the overly barricaded door.. Above it stood a plaque Welcome to Bundtner St. PD He smiled a little bit. This had been his home for over a year now.

He had been born in malton years ago. Throught highschool and college he rodeoed for his tuition money. He had a little farm waiting outside the walls for him. After college he had joined the Army. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Serve his country and gain valuable leadership expierence. He was quick witted and with his college education he made captian quickly. He had gotten the call early one morning that he was to lead a platoon into a compramised city to neutralize the threat. He was fine until he read Malton. His hands froe on the paper and he broke out in a cold sweat. That was then when he still knew fear like a normal person. He was beyond that now. A doubt that anything could scare him now crept through his mind.

Looking around someone probably in the last riding party had brought back a spray can and sprayed Regulators HQ on a wall. It made him smile knowing the name he had given to the rag tag band of survivors plus the platoon of his own men had kept moral at even a little high. While lost in thought a faint scratching snapped him out of it with everyone in the room waking with a snap of a firearm or melee weapon to the ready pointed at the door.....

[cleon]

OOC: Aww screw it, I need to freshen up on my writing skills anyway...

I walk casually down the middle of the empty street on a cold and gray September morning. Dressed in layers for the freezing weather, I come up to an intersection and survey all four directions.

".....Hello?" I call out, after pulling down my face mask that keeps my mouth warm. I haven't seen another living person in almost fortnight.

With only undead moans replying, I put back on my scarf, retighten my bandanna, and walk straight ahead, holding the strap of the SA-80 I scavenged from the abandoned Fort Perryn.

[Scorpio]

I travel on after scavenging the bodies, I picked up a flare gun with plenty of flares, a bowie knife, a shotgun with 2 shots left and a radio. The zeds wrecked everything else. I could probably call for help if I find a good signal.

I play around with the knobs, nothing much except staic and scrambled chatter, I try to transmit.

"This is Vincent, looking for any survivors, over"

Nothing.

[Delacroix(Rei)]

I land on the roof with a soft thump and I consult my wristband computer.
"Okay...broad spectrum...shows 23 humans in the area and 82 hypersapians.
"Might as well find a place to rest for the night this roof should do..." I say as unpack my thermal tent and a blanket, it takes me no longer then eight minutes to finish and strip naked and rush inside my warm tent and get situated.

[grigori]

Grigori awoke. It was still night, but the moon had moved clear across the sky: it was almost morning, or what you could call morning in Malton. Seemed it was always dark in Malton, probably due to the smoke from the burning buildings. He picked up his gun and climbed onto the roof and began walking.

Using and old pair of binoculars he scanned the area. Everything was normal but...
He heard a noise coming from his right pocket. he reached in and pulled out an old hand radio spewing garbled speech. Grigori fooled with the dial until the voice was coming in clear.

"This is Vincent, looking for any survivors, over."

He frowned. There was no transmitter on this, just a reciever. He took note of the frequency and continued walking. In the chance that he found a transmitter he just might check this out. Looking across the rooftops he saw a tent about 3 away. The person was moving inside.

"Hey! A strange place to be camping, yes? Ehe... hahaha... HAhahahahahahahaha!" He continued on.

[cleon]

I walk down the empty streets towards a lit building. As I near, I see its a police station.

"Ugh...finally..." I mutter quietly to myself as I approach the barricades.

I climb over the makeshift blockade and enter the door, which is strangely wide open. A foul stench of death grips my nostrils as I slowly walk inside. Inside, there is nothing but silent death.

"Shit..." I groan as I quickly pull my scarf over my mouth and walk around the messy lobby, filled with dismembered corpses, blood, and guts.

[Delacroix(Rei)]

I hear someone yelling my way seems like its a man.
-I climb out of my tent with a VERY large t-shirt to have some modesty.
"And what do you want...?!" I ask the man.

[Scorpio]

*I find my way back to the building where the scientists ambushed me, I climb a fire escape trying to get a look inside*

Oh..my

*The scientists are collecting a huge amount of zed bodies and reviving them. The newly revived humans are being armed with a stockpile of weapons. They're conscripting an army*

[grigori]

Grigori look back at the woman in the T-shirt.

"Nothing, friend, just a comment on the strange place you put up your tent. However, I do need something." He pointed at his rifle. "Do you have any 30.06 ammunition? I seem to be running low." He held up a bullet as an example.

[Delacroix(Rei)]

I look in my backpack for the ammunition that he needs and I find a 30 case box of it.
"hold on I'll come over there!" I yell from across the rooftops as I prepare to superjump over there.
I jump off the roof and I think I've jumped probly 50 in the air.
I land right infront of the man and point at the case of ammo. "Is this it?" I ask.

[cleon]

I find the safest room to sleep and barricade the door and windows.
OOC: God, my writing sucks now. What the hell happened to me?

[Delacroix(Rei)]

...OOC:When was the last time you got laid...?
I drop the case and I jump back on the the roof I was on. OOC Cleon thats your roof.
I rush inside and turn the portable heater up to max.

[cleon]

OOC: Laid? Hmm...somethin' like three weeks. I don't feel like having s*x though. I got more important things to worry about.

I hear some commotion on the second floor. I draw my SIG Pro, queitly walk upstairs and creak open the door just a little to see a woman warming herself by the heater.

[Delacroix(Rei)]

I scream like a banshee as I see a man peeping in my tent so I throw a pot at him.

[cleon]

OOC: Okay, this is weird. Our characters meeting again...should it be something brand new or some sort of continuation of the original IS (if thats even possible)?

"Ah!" I groan as I collapse. "Hey, I didn't mean any harm! God, the first living human I see in fortnight and she throws a pot into my face..." I say while slowly getting up.

[grigori]

Grigori just stood there as the woman jumped to his rooftop, dropped the ammo, and jumped back. He'd seen things he thought he'd never see, but that was one he thought wasn't possible. He stashed the ammo, yelled a thanks, and walked off as the woman threw a pot in some young man's face.

"Huh... maybe I AM going crazy." He stopped. "Ehe... heh heh heh... Ahahahahahahaha!!!!" He resumed his walking.

[Scorpio]

*That place is a fortress, they'll cut me to shreads before I can even get near the door.*

"Only one way in."

*I raise my knife to my wrists, hope this works*
2 hours later

Revive at 75%, when he wakes up equip him and send him with the others

"Perfect"

[Delacroix(Rei)]

OOC:Yes we will but No ICing this time. XD or X to the D.
"What the hell?! Can't you knock!? I'm naked here!!" I yell at him.

[cleon]

OOC: Okay, but you do realize that because of certain immature idiots, we ain't ever gonna IC again, right?

[Delacroix(Rei)]

OOC:Yes I know. But ets just go with the story for old times sake.