Bishop Morse
Survivalist
People will fall, governments will fall, nations will fall... I will not
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Post by Bishop Morse on Apr 12, 2009 0:03:39 GMT -5
Bishop wasn’t sure what was going on. He was being told that he may be used to get civilians, he just wasn’t getting a when or why. Either way neither one of those bothered him that much. He figured that it would be best if he were back in the air when they called him which would likely be soon. Vulture here, I figure I might get back up in the air and recon the area a bit. But I still don’t like the idea of picking up civilians…over Bishop said. The chopper blades began spinning, and he would be in the air in a few moments.
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Post by Mikey on Apr 23, 2009 1:22:48 GMT -5
"Their loss..." Samuel muttered over the com link when he heard the kids reject the offer of help and a ride. If they thought they could make it on their own, f**k em. Just three more zombies that would need to be killed later. And he did enjoy killing zombies.
He took point, not sure why as it seemed Watson would have been better for it, but did it nonetheless, checking rooms as he went. It sure would have been nice to know what apartment number the FBI agent lived in. Lived, past tense that was. Sure was going to suck having to put a few rounds into one of their own. Samuel had had to do it once in the past, and it was harder than anything he had ever had to do in the past.
Room after room, they either found nothing, found a few walkers, or found...well, nothing again. This was starting to **** him off. But then, after having searched most of the rooms on that floor, he opened another door and swept it lazily. There, sitting on a couch, was a dead body in a suit. Blood and brain matter sprayed on the wall behind and a Glock in the man's han. All were signs that screamed "FBI" to Samuel.
"I think this is it." He said, going inside and checking the room. Sure enough, the laptop was on a coffee table in front of the man. "Got it." He said, picking it up and handing it off to Middleton. He was sure the Sarge would want to hold onto it.
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aceshigh
Zombie Hunter
How useful is that knife in an actual zombie apocalypse?
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Post by aceshigh on Apr 23, 2009 23:20:26 GMT -5
The soldiers moved off and began searching rooms on the floor, the three watched, then turned around to reflect.
"Ok, so now that they're gone, let's go back to our two BSAA friends, I'm curious as to what they have do with this now. That and I really want to get out of this apartment." Cam said, beginning to walk to the other end of the hallway, thinking that the two majors were still around somewhere.
"Agreed Cam, we do need to get out of this place." Sam said following his lead. "Come on Mac, let's go find those two and get out of here."
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Post by Mikey on Apr 29, 2009 19:59:22 GMT -5
Middleton took the laptop without a word and checked it over. He looked at the screen and a few files on it before he closed it up and slid it into his pack. "Thats it. To the street." He ordered, telling them all in those words that there was no need to stay here and it was time to go to the CIA building as originally planned.
"Sergeant Middleton, come in Sergeant Middleton." A voice popped out of nowhere, coming from the readio operators long range comm system. Middleton took the handset of the radio from the operators back and spoke into it. "This is Sergeant Middleton. Who is this?" He asked. The rest of the conversation was cut short, as only Middleton could hear what was being said. And he wasnt exactly the type to add to the conversation.
"Yes sir. Understood." He said, ending the conversation. He got on his short wave radio and sent a transmission to his whole local team. "New orders boys. We're being reloacted to London. HQ just got a signal from a group of Parliment politicians who need help. We're the only people on a scrapable mission. That means its us going. Vulture, land on the roof. Our ETA is 90 seconds."
No one wanted to point out that there was probably no way they would make it to London before the guys were dead, or that they were low on supplies, or that the chopper may be low on fuel, no. No backtalk to him. Everyone simple did what he did, which was to take off double time to the roof to the waiting chopper. They piled in and set off on their long trip for the UK.
(Whole team is now in London.)
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Post by rass55 on Feb 19, 2010 6:03:46 GMT -5
Luke arrives in DC and at the mainstreet, he parks his car and gets out and looks around grabbing his AK-47 closer to him. He walks down the road looking around for anything that may help him..
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Post by rass55 on Feb 23, 2010 17:49:39 GMT -5
Luke leaves mainstreet and heads to Reagan airport and holds his AK-47 close to him and walks down closer to it.
(Luke is now at the airport))
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Post by shannonmcintyre777 on May 21, 2010 14:07:21 GMT -5
At first the highways and streets were a little clear, and the driving was easy, but then Shannon had begun to notice cars which appears to be crashed up, off on the side of the road and other vacant cars along the highway. He couldn't help but think "What the hell is going on here?" But could not doubt that it was something serious. It did cause an evacuation.After his struggle through driving pass the empty cars he finally makes it to his exit to reach the main street of Washington DC. Once he landed on the street he noticed a line up of shops, stores and cars, all which were abandoned as well. The backup of cars was way to much to drive through this time, forcing Shannon to have to proceed by foot. He then straps on his backpack, places his crowbar in his hands and his gun at his side. He then begins to proceed on in search of any signs of others. He then calls out "Hello!" and awaits what answers him
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Post by shannonmcintyre777 on May 23, 2010 12:09:07 GMT -5
After a moment of silence and no reply to his call, Shannon begins to wonder around the deserted town. He could not help but question "what's going on here?" As he proceeded he noticed many disturbing sites, such as brutal looking car crashes and broken down buildings with their doors flung off the hinges. All of these made Shannon feel as though there would be no comfort in this place. He makes one more attempt to contact someone and yells out "HELLO! ANYONE HERE?!" He once again awaited for a reply
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Post by vampiremessiah51 on Nov 20, 2010 22:47:17 GMT -5
Michael slid over the top of a burnt out car and scanned the empty street for any sign of movement. Unable to see anything out of the ordinary, he presses up against the nearby wall and slowly picks his way across the grimy sidewalk his eyes zipping back and forth searching for danger. As he reaches the edge of the wall he peers around the corner into a dark alley his hand on his holster just in case. At the far end of the alley he could see two zombies groaning and bumping into each other in the confined space. He skulks past the alley careful to be as silent as possible and continues his way down Main street searching for a place to stay.
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Marc Firewing
Zombie Hunter
The Chicago Typewriter
Zombie Hunter Extraordinaire.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Nov 24, 2010 5:43:32 GMT -5
A match was struck and it lit the cigarette that was resting at Boone's lips. A small inhale and the cancer stick was lit. A soft exhale escaped his lips as he waved the match out and dropped it onto the cement ground. He stomped on it to ensure it was out as he grasped the cigarette in between his index and middle fingers, pulling it from his lips and exhaling a small cloud of smoke. Leaning against an abandoned business complex, Boone watched as infected began to slowly limp their ways to him. He smiled and removed his Beretta from his holster.
Chnk, chnk.
Two infected went down without a struggle. "Now you boys are just making this too easy for me." Boone said and holstered his gun, beginning to walk into the street as he accidentally kicked a can. The can flew through the air a bit then rattled against the ground. Boone watched it then watched as the nearby six infected began to start approaching the can. He remained calm, carefully avoiding the infected and beginning to walk down the road in Michael's direction. Of course he didn't know this, but continued walking as the scent of his cigarette slowly filled the air around him as he walked.
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Post by vampiremessiah51 on Nov 24, 2010 10:43:39 GMT -5
Michael heard a soft skittering and whirled in the sound of the direction. He watched as the two zombies from the alley he had just passed shambled out onto the street away from him. He slowly and carefully walked up behind them drawing the heavy kitchen knife and kicked the closer one in the back of the knee driving it to it's feet. He slammed the sharpened sliver of metal into the Zombie's skull and let the body drop with the blade as he brought his SW1911 to bear on the other zombie as it listened curiously to the sound of the slumping corpse. He cocked the hammer and squeezed the trigger his gun letting out a loud crack indicative of the heavy .45 ACP rounds.
He looks around carefully and yanked the kitchen knife out of the first creature's skull pressing the muzzle of the gun to its temple and letting off another round hoping that the close contact to the creature would reduce the sound. He looks around once more and sees more zombies shambling in the direction the first two had been. He sighs with relief and drops the magazine out of the clip pushing another two rounds into it and slams it back into the receiver. Whoever was up the street might have food. He sighs and shakes his head. People were awful before infected creatures roamed the streets, he grins slightly and shakes his head, maybe it wasn't the zombies he should be worried about. He walks off slowly and carefully following the shuffling zombies as they hone in on the survivor.
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Marc Firewing
Zombie Hunter
The Chicago Typewriter
Zombie Hunter Extraordinaire.
Posts: 227
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Post by Marc Firewing on Nov 24, 2010 11:50:28 GMT -5
There was louder explosions than his suppressed Berettas. The infected walking to the can slowly started turning in his direction. "Oh fxck me!" Boone shouted as he started hauling ass, the sounds wasn't too far off. But the gunshots were going to attract every infected in a good half mile radius, so he needed to get him and whoever shot the gun to safety, quickly. Boone almost ran passed the man and looked to him before stumbling into a slide and moving in Michael's direction.
"You moron we need to get out of here NOW!"
Boone grabbed Michael by the shirt as he passed, pulling him and letting go as he ran down the alley. Boone began trying each door, but to no avail, most of them were locked. He didn't want to have to break in, it would be harder to secure the door from inside.
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Post by vampiremessiah51 on Nov 24, 2010 13:02:32 GMT -5
He watches a figure crashing towards him and raises his pistol. He blinks and jumps back as a man runs past him grabbing, yanking him into an alley. "Dear Lord man! I have legs!" He growls slightly quickly activating the safety on his pistol so that it wouldn't go off as he way dragged into the alley. He holstered it and spun wresting his shirt from the man's hand and looks back as the collection of zombies filed into the alley behind him. His steel gray eyes glare as he follows the man preferring the human to the hoard "They were still headed your way til your dragged us here."
He charges down the alley and glances at at the wall seeing a brick lying on the ground. He snatches it up and chucks it hitting a zombie in the head. It's head snaps back as the heavy material smashes into it's face causing it to stumble back into the infected behind it. Several of them stumble into the walls and hit the pavement as the zombies in the back climb over them as best they can. "God bless narrow walkways and heavy blunt objects." He grins and takes off after the stranger hoping that he knew where to find shelter.
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Marc Firewing
Zombie Hunter
The Chicago Typewriter
Zombie Hunter Extraordinaire.
Posts: 227
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Post by Marc Firewing on Nov 24, 2010 14:06:35 GMT -5
Boone slammed his shoulder into a door as he partially opened it. The door had been somewhat jammed by a faulty hinge and needed a good shove to get open. Waiting for the man to get in, Boone slammed the door shut, and moving to a nearby desk and shoving it up against the door while leaning a filing cabinet against it as well. Exhaling heavily, Boone was out of breath as he leaned against the heavy filing cabinet and looked back to the man.
"The infected are attracted by sound, what are ya f***in' stupid?!" His pronunciation of the word stupid sounded as if he was saying stewpid. His irish accent clearly visible in his anger. Shaking his head, Boone listened against the door to hear the shuffling of footsteps. "They're passing by, be quiet and back up." Boone removed his suppressed weapon from underneath his coat and aimed it at the door, not wanting to waste his Winchester on the common infected.
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Post by vampiremessiah51 on Nov 24, 2010 15:00:49 GMT -5
He raises an eyebrow and leans against the wall. "I'm sorry I don't have a silenced weapon. Luckily the thing will punch a hole in the side of a car, and the ammo is still relatively common." He pats his SW1911 and rolls his eyes. "How did you even get a silencer... they're not what you'd call common fare in gun shops." He watches with a raised eyebrow as the man aims at the door with his weapon. "You're going to fire through the door... antagonize them... brilliant." He sighs and looks around the room for any other entrances and exits he might need to watch.
He sighs and lays the heavy metal case on his back down on a table quietly as he could and opened it gently looking under the top and inspecting the contents inside. He sighs with relief and closes it clasping it carefully and sipping it. "Good." He slings it back over his back and returns his attention to the barricaded door. "So if I ask you what the plan is... can it include not throwing me around like a ragdoll?"
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