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|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 17 2006, 01:49 AM|
| Ok ladies and gents, due to unforseen bugs or something, the original chance meeting thread sort of went whacky. So I'm going to repost what was on that and we can continue from here.
October 15th, 2006
Judder awakens in his hotel room. Getting out of his bed, and stretching. Putting on his jeans and T-shirt along with his boots and socks. Walking over to the small bathroom of his room. Judder washes his face, and combs his hair. Taking care of other personal hygiene issues, Judder packs his bathroom kit up. Throwing his kit into the black bag that belied the long bulge of his shotgun, Judder gathers his other things and throws them into the bag. Grabbing his bag he steps out the door.
Stepping into the sunlight, Judder squints across the parking lot at a nearby restaurant. The roadsign beside the Restaurant says route 66. The hotel is a crummy place that has a gas station attached to it. The hotel's walls are a faded red color. Judder walks across the sweltering parking lot. Judder walks through the door and looks at the daily special board. It says ham and eggs for 2 dollars a plate. Judder notices several other people in the restaurant, choosing not to talk to them. Judder sits in a booth with its back to a wall. The waitress walks over to him and notices the bag. Jokingly she says to him " You planning to rob somebody, hon?" Judder looks at her for a moment " Mam, Its too early to think about something like that. How bout the house special and some coffee?" The waitress laughs at his reply and walks back behind the counter
The restaurant looked like somebody had taken a crap, carved it out, and then decided to serve food in it. And for some reason I had ordered pancakes and bacon, despite the fact that I passed an IHOP a couple miles back where I could get some decent waffles. Still it did kind of remind me of a place back home where the place itself looked like crap, but the food was like if God himself had opened a diner on Earth.
Either way I was pretty tired from a recruitment tour of the US, offering jobs to some of the best cops and soldiers in the country. Needless to say our paycheck wasn't too flattering to any of them, and one cop laughed right in my face (and spat a little) when he heard what my agency did. I was starting to get the feeling that we'd either need to get a new list of candidates (and probably lower our standards a bit) or offer a better paycheck. Sadly however Congress wasn't offering us a dream budget so money was kind of tight.
As I sat at the counter contemplating our recruiting, I noticed a man with jeans and a t-shirt carrying a large bag walk in. I muttered to myself "At this rate I'll be recruiting random guys like him into this agency." If only I knew what was to transpire, but that wasn't too big of a concern considering that my pancakes and bacon were taking a little longer than I expected.
JudderJudder sipped his coffee and observed the crowd in the old restaurant. He could pick up on things most other people could not. For instance the man who was obviously not enjoying his pancakes had been watching him for a few moments. Taking his coffee with him, Judder walks over to the man and sat next to him. Taking a sip of coffee and looking at the man for a moment. Finally, "Hi..Im Judder"[/u]
"I'm John. It's nice to meet you." I responded to the gentleman who'd approached me and introduced himself. Although I wasn't accoustomed to people introducing themselves from out of nowhere, I didn't exactly come from the most sociable part of the country either. And at least somebody was being friendly for once on this recruitment tour.
"Yeah, nice to meet you to" Judder extends his hand for a handshake. The waitress brings Judder's food to the table and sets it down outta the way. She asks "Would you like me to make the orders together or separate?" Judder digs into his jeans pockets removing several shotgun shells and finally an old SWAT style Id wallet. Judder flips through the wallet for a moment and then peels off a Twenty dollar bill. "I will cover both orders, and keep the change as a tip" Judder smiles at the woman before turning to face the man. "Im not one to pry, but what in the sand hill are you doing all the way out here?"
Cyber78 "You're a very kind man, that's very uncommon in this world. But since you ask, you may not believe me but I'm with the FVZA. We're Congress' new stepchild agency, the Federal Vampire and Zombie Agency. Our job is to handle vampire and zombie populations, and the occassional werewolf. And when you consider how much other paranormal stuff ends up getting reported to us because of our association with the misunderstood, we're basically the closest you'll ever get to the X-Files. My role in the agency is pretty much the jack of all trades considering our lack of manpower, which is why I'm now returning from a highly unsuccessful recruiting run." I responded to him.
Judder takes all this in as he eats his way through the two eggs on his plate. Finishing the two eggs Judder takes another drink of coffee, then setting the cup at the edge of the table so the waitress could refill it. Judder looks at the man quizzically for a moment. "How much would one get paid to work in this agency?"
The pancakes and bacon finally arrives and I begin to eat. Suprisingly, the food isn't too moldy or toxic tasting. I hear the gentleman I've been talking to ask how much it pays. I hesitate in my response, paycheck is usually what scares people off. And although I didn't know his qualifications or his skills, he seemed to have the right attitude for the job.
"It pays enough to support yourself on, but I wouldn't recommend getting a girlfriend if she enjoys the finer things in life. But if you're curious as to an actual number, most of our jobs start at about $25,000 per year." I replied.
OOC: Im gonna try your style of Rping.
IC: I chuckled at John's joke on having a girlfreind. As far as I could remember i have had no girlfreinds. " Twenty-five Grand is a lot to me per year" I take a sip of my coffee that has been refilled by the waitress. Reaching into the bag next to me i pull out the last copy of my background and medical records. I have to use them to get into Gun Tournaments. " Here is my medical records, If that will help me get a job with you guys." " I mean i only make enough to eat, sleep, and work continously."
Holy crap, this guy is willing to work for only twenty-five grand a year. But knowing my luck he's either completely inexpirienced, or he's got rabies.
As those thoughts ran through my head, I had a look at his files. Not bad expirience. Judging by his gun tournament standings he obviously hadn't forgotten what he'd learned from being on a SWAT team. This was probably the best news I'd gotten throughout the whole recruitment tour.
At the time the agency was in a real pickle. We desperatley needed guys who had the kind of expirience that they'd need to police a bunch of creatures that few people understood. The problem was the few people who we could potentially throw into that sort of situation without any real training had better things they could do with their life than wasting it on an agency that at the time could be shutdown at just about anytime. The only guys we could find that would be willing to work for us we couldn't send into a mission since they didn't have what it would take to deal with what we dealt with. As it stood we didn't even have the budget, or manpower, or even the expirience amongst the agents we had to implement a real training program. Basically all we could do was give you powerpoint presentations on it, try to have you shadow a real agent for a bit, but the rest was pretty much going to be trial by fire. Those who'd make agents would survive, and those who didn't would probably die. As heartless as it sounds, I didn't see any other way it would happen.
But for now we had a potential recruit who actually had the expirience needed to police the undead. And checking his medical records I let out a sigh of relief when I found out he didn't have rabies. Amnesia aside, this guy had a near perfect medical record as far as I was concerned. Guess it was about time I offered a job to a willing to take the job.
"Alright, your records show that you're the kind of guy that we need. I'll warn you up front that our training program is pretty... how shall we say this... it's pretty hands on if you catch my drift. So if you've got any reservations about potentially being eaten or something, this isn't the job for you. But if you don't mind the possibility of being eaten alive then if you just give me your contact information then I'll run your records through the agency, get you approved and get in touch with you immediatley" I said.
Finally, I might be able to get somebody decent to join us.
Listening to the man, I realized I'd probably stepped into something i could'nt get out of. But, what the heck i only get about 5,000 a year to participate in Gun Tournaments.
"Am i gonna recieve any equipment?, because ive got some of my own gear."
"Chance's are you'll be given FVZA issued equipment, and you may have to use that if it's an assault where we think ammo compatibility is a major issue. But aside from that having your own gear would probably help a lot since our budget is a little small and a lot of our gear is surplus from other agencies." I told him.
"Well i have my own gear."
Judder gestures towards his bag.
"I carry it with me at all times"
Judder takes another sip of his coffee.
"So, when is the first training lesson?"
Alex had been in the grungy restaurant since it had opened early in the morning. She had just arrived in what the map she had called a town. She had a small backpack sitting in the booth next to her filled with a wallet, some clothing, and that was it. She hoped she’d have enough money to pay for the small meal and several refills of coffee that she had been getting for the few hours she had been here.
The waitress came by and refilled her cup without question and that was fine with Alex. She didn’t feel in the mood to answer any. She took a sip of the hot coffee and burned her lips. She hissed in pain and put the cup down.
"Alright, having your own gear is definatly a good thing. Right now we're still figuring out a lot of policies and stuff, but I'm expecting pretty lax regulations on personal firearms on our typical investigative work. Now as for your first training mission... well we've got this guy called Roncas who might help you adjust to hitting a head instead of the upper torso, and we've got some docuements and a few old textbooks from the old agency you can look through to learn about the enemy... but your first real combat training is essentially going to be your first real mission. Sorry about that, but we don't have a real training program setup. Hope you enjoy" I said just before I wolfed down another strip of bacon.
It was then that I heard somebody give a hiss. It wasn't too loud, but hissing gets pretty attention grabbing after you've watched your first vampire fight. If you thought that kickboxing was wild, you should watch vamps fight eachother. There's a lot of hissing, and things usually get pretty ugly. They say that back in the old days that vampircide was the highest cause of death amongst vamps, and estimates figure that's how the trend has been since the early 80's at least ever since the FVZA first disbanded. But ramblings aside, I slowly turned my head around to investigate the source of the hiss as my left hand dropped down near my sidearm.
From what I could see it was just some young girl who probably took too big of a sip of coffee. Now that was still an odd site, somebody like that in a restaurant like this. Usually the only people brave enough to come around a place like this was the truckdrivers. Then again I'd seen a lot of weird stuff on my trip around the country, and I doubted this would be the last thing out of the ordinary. But then again, what was ordinary when you policed what the public knew as the living dead, all to make a living?
|Posted by: Judder Nov 17 2006, 02:19 AM|
| Judder noticed the practiced swivel of the head of the agent. Judder leans up in a smooth motion and looks at the girl. " Hey girl, you ok?" Judder asks of the girl
Judder then takes another sip of coffee and asks the agent something. " You packing a 45 or something different.?"
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 17 2006, 02:26 AM|
| As Judder notices exactly who I drew my attention to, and then asks the girl if she's alright, I get the feeling that he's got the right reflexes and the right attitude for the job. Identify the disturbance, and help those in need. In one way of saying it or another, that's been what the mantra of most well functioning governments.
He then asks me if I'm packing a .45, which was another pretty good guess, or just instinct he built up while with the police.
"Yeah, an M1911. Seems you've got pretty good instincts for this line of work." I replied.
|Posted by: Alexandria Nov 17 2006, 02:32 AM|
|“Yes, fine,” Alex said holding up her hand. “Just fine.” She said as she turned away from the two men, not looking at them. She put her hand on the cup of coffee and felt slightly embarrassed for drawing attention.|
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 17 2006, 02:52 AM|
| Still weird for a girl that age to be out in a dump like this. Must've run off or something. Or for all I know she's just a lot older than she looks. Oh well, guess it's none of my business really. I thought to myself.
"Well now that I'm pretty sure you're the right man for the job, I suppose I should be headed off. Where on earth are you headed anyway?" I asked Judder.
|Posted by: Judder Nov 17 2006, 02:56 AM|
|Judder had stared off into the void for a moment. The agent asking him the question of where he was headed to got his attention. Judder shrugs "No where in particular, East i guess, supposed to be a NRA convention there." "Was gonna hitch my way there to see if i could qualify for a tournament license."|
|Posted by: Jason Drake Nov 17 2006, 02:57 AM|
|OOC: Mind if i join|
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 17 2006, 03:01 AM|
| "Well I'm heading back to D.C., so if you need a ride I'm more than happy to give you one." I told him.
It's not as if I would mind having some company on the way back home, I was getting tired of listening to Michael Savage on the radio.
OOC: Anyone is welcome to join in.
|Posted by: Jason Drake Nov 17 2006, 03:06 AM|
| *I am driving my motorcycle when i see a run down restaurant on the side of the road. I pull over and get off my bike. I walk in to see two men talking and a girl. I take a seat and the waitress walks up.*
Waitress: "What will you have, hon".
Jason: "A cup of coffee, please".
|Posted by: Judder Nov 17 2006, 03:21 AM|
| Judder observed a new person walk in and order coffee. Knodding to the man while sipping his coffee Judder speaks to John "Why not talk to him, he may want to join.?"
Judder sets his cup down and folds a dollar bill into a swan, then setting it on the bottom of the upside down cup. "I'll be outside waiting, which one is your vehicle?" Judder grabs his bag and slides to the edge of his seat.
|Posted by: Alexandria Nov 17 2006, 03:34 AM|
| Alex glanced over as someone else walked into the restaurant. She wondered if this was the same amount of business that this place got or if this was a 'busy' day for them.
Alex took a sip from her coffee and glanced over at the two men who were talking. It seemed like they were talking about some move that had zombies or something. Had she heard them wrong or were they acting like it was real.
|Posted by: Jason Drake Nov 17 2006, 03:38 AM|
|*Jason notices the girl looking at him. he then pulled a picture out of his back pocket and began to look at it. the waitress came with his coffee and he thank. He took a sip of it and continued to look at his picture.*|
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 17 2006, 03:44 AM|
| "Hmm... I get the feeling this'll be sort of a long trip, so I'm gonna get some coffee for the trip." I said to Judder. And that was no lie, I'd need a bit of caffiene, even if coffee wasn't really my thing.
"Excuse me miss, but could you possibly get me two large cups of coffee to go?" I asked the waitress. That mole on her cheek was tempting me to shout a few things from a spy movie, but I resisited the temptation.
"Sure thing. That'll be $3.00 sir." Said the waitress as she walked off to get the coffee.
|Posted by: Judder Nov 17 2006, 03:46 AM|
|Judder gets up and walks towards the bathroom. Turning around he says "Hey john, get me some coffee" With that Judder dissapears into the bathroom.|
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 17 2006, 03:49 AM|
|"Make that four cups please." I said to the waitress as I pulled out six dollars.|
|Posted by: Jason Drake Nov 17 2006, 03:54 AM|
|*Notices the two men getting thing to go. I put my picture back in my pocket and return to my cup of coffee*|
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 17 2006, 04:21 AM|
| "They bit me! They f***in bit me!" Shouted a man behind me, much to my suprise.
I looked behind, and there a man was standing, trembling by the door having apparently just rushed in. A man yelling about being bitten was never a good sign, but the fact that his right wrist was bleeding quite profusely didn't make me any less concerned. Deciding that this might be within my line of work I got up and walked over to the man as the waitress took him to a seat. One of the other wait staff was already on the phone calling for an ambulance.
"Sir, I'm from the government and I'm here to help." I said in a calm, yet firm tone. Then I realized I'd just quoted what Reagen said as the scariets words ever spoken in a pretty conservative part of the country. Oops.
"What makes you think I can trust you?!" Shouted the bleeding man.
"Sir please just calm down, I'm really here to help. Here's my ID." I told him as I reached into my wallet and showed him my FVZA ID. This made him look a bit confused.
"I don't know who you are, but what happened was I was going out the rear enterance of the hotel to go to my car when from nowhere these two guys that looked about college age, and about two girls of the same age came from behind the dumpster and attacked me. I tried to tell them off but then they kept coming. I tried shoving away one of the guys but he grabbed me and then he bit me!" Exclaimed the man. He was clearly under a lot of duress. So I didn't tell him that he'd most likely die of an infection, come back, and then have to be shot once in the cranium.
"Ok sir, listen the ambulance is going to be here soon. You are going to be perfectly fine. I'm going to go take care of those people that attacked you in just a min..." I was saying just as the man cut me off.
"I ran away but I think they followed me here! Please, don't let them get me. I beg of you." He said.
That was the part that a lot of the other occupants seemed to overhear. All of a sudden a few of them drew revolvers that were previously concealed. One man muttered something about the shotgun in the truck.
"Well shit, if they're coming here I suppose we ought to go take care of them" Announced one of the guys who looked to be a truck driver in his late 30's. Several of them seemed to agree and within less than a minute a mob had organized to go fight the menace.
"Hold on gentlemen. I personally don't believe that you know quite what you're dealing with here. Please allow me the trained professional to handle this situation so as to minimize the risk to human life here." I responded to the men as I stood in front of them. All I got for my efforts were a few comments about government, and then a shove out of the way. I simply sighed and waited for Judder to come out of the bathroom so I could show him how we did things in the agency.
As for the mob of truck drivers, well I knew they probably wouldn't end their day on a very happy note. I realized that this could very well end up as a very bad idea for me, so I put away my ID, drew my gun looked towards the bleeding man who'd been attacked.
"Sir you coffee is ready." Said the waitress as if nothing had happened. I kind of had the impression that this sort of thing wasn't unusual for her.
|Posted by: Judder Nov 17 2006, 04:24 AM|
| Judder walked out of the bathroom, into what looked like a WorldWar two barracks.
Looking at John he mouthed the words "What the fuck?". Judder walked over to his bag and got his shotgun out, checked it, and loaded it with his favorite shells, 000 buckshot.
Turning back towards John he asks "What is going on now?"
|Posted by: Jason Drake Nov 17 2006, 04:28 AM|
| *I look at the man who said he was a goverment agent and stood up, drew my concealed Colt M1911, and approached the man*
"The name is Jason, you might need my help. Im a retired U.S. Army Ranger"
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 17 2006, 04:35 AM|
| "First off, Judder the shit just hit the fan over by the hotel apparently. Jason, very nice to meet you. Now here's what's most likely going to happen. Those guys are going to go over, somebody will get bitten, they'll shoot at the assailants, the gunfire will do nothing since they'll be making torso shots if anything that hits. So we'll be left with at least four Z's to deal with, pretty hungry Z's mind you.
Then there's the fact that every zombie has it's origins. And considering that there's not much around here besides the hotel, that means we're going to need to search the hotel for more Z's. I'll call for backup, but there aren't any other agents for another couple hundred miles, so for today at least it's just us. Now just remember that the key is to aim for the head. Now in the meantime I'd appreciate it if you gents would follow me to my truck so I can grab a decent rifle. No sense in to getting too close to the buggers." I carefully explained as I picked up my coffee and then drank a sip.
And to think that they told me this little roadtrip would be a piece of cake.
|Posted by: Jason Drake Nov 17 2006, 04:50 AM|
| *listens to him and shurg. Ejects his clip and checks his bullets, .45 ACP's. He puts the clip back in and waits for more orders*
OOC: I got to go, i got work tommorrow, so cyber if you want to take over for me thats cool.
|Posted by: Roncas Nov 17 2006, 05:32 AM|
| I was driving home down Route 66 after a lecture I had done at the states university. My theories where critisized on the undead and was shunned out of there. They did not understand history and much less paranormal history. I have witnessed many things that would make the manliess of men shit there pants. Zombies yeah they were real. Some voodoo priest down in the bayous near my old home town had found some zombies and believed it was through his magic powers. It didnt end prety. He was eaten alive and I was barely able to kill the group and I wouldn't have survived if I had trained in the marines.
I was passing through a small town right outside the city and about 5-10miles fromt he university. I had done a 7AM lecture and I just got out at about 9. I hadn't had breakfast and I needed to get my bags from the hotel. I decided I would go to the hotel and get my bags so I can be on the road in a split.
I had packed my bags and was loading my car when the too famliar and eerie sound was heard. A low moan from a creature that I had only hear once before. A man was yelling and ran to the diner a bit down the street.
I reached into my bag and pulled out my old issued Beretta M9 and loaded the clip. After bieng in the military you never leave home without it. I am licensed in almost every state to carry a pistol on me so I'm not to worried about cops knowing I have it. I was hesitant to take a shot because they were still about 30yds away and I was in a populated area. I took off running to get a better angle as not to have a stray round flying into the hotel building.
Two more zombies came around on my left so I was unable to move. They looked to be college students so I was hesitant to shoot.
These kids better not be pulling a prank on me because of my teachings.
I shouted out. "Stop what you are doing or I will shoot." I recieved no answer but a slight groan and them progressing closer to me.
"I said stop or I will shoot!" I shot a warning shot to stop them in their tracks. They began moving towards me a bit faster.
Fuck... Okay. Disarm or dismobilize them. It is not assult if I do that.
The closest one was about 15 yds. Wll close enough for me to get a clean shot.
I fired one off and it pierced to through the knee. He buckled to the ground and looked at me. I saw his souless eyes and he continued to crawl towards me.
Alright this is the real deal. These kids aren't faking.
I aimed my weapon and fired. The bullet pierced through his skull and he stopped dead in his tracks. A slight shriek escaped his mouth and that was all. The other 3 stopped in confusement and then began slowly advancing towards me...
|Posted by: Alexandria Nov 17 2006, 11:47 AM|
| Alex stood up, a little hesitant at first but walked over to where the man who was taking control of the situation was standing. “I can watch him.” Alex said in a low mutter as she gestured to the man who had been bitten.
Alex had only taken a short course in health and in a short medical class before leaving. “I’ll keep him from getting into any trouble.” Alex said louder this time.
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 17 2006, 09:53 PM|
| First thing to happen was hearing three shots from what sounded like a handgun of some kind. My guess was that the trucker mob had made it's way over and had started combat.
"That'd help us out a lot miss. Now I want you to understand that if you see anybody approaching that looks like they'd like to eat your flesh make sure you run for it. You can run for the Jeep that's out there and lock the doors once you're inside should anything unwanted follow you. Oh, and what's your name?" I asked the young lady who'd offered to take care of the wounded man.
Come to think of it, that guy wasn't looking too healthy. But at least we'd have at least we'd probably have three hours before he slipped into a coma assuming he still had enough blood left, and even once he slipped into a coma we'd have another three hours before he woke up and starting eating people.
|Posted by: Tsumari Nov 17 2006, 10:31 PM|
| Holding a grayish fedora hat with a press pass in the band to his head as the wind tries to steal it, Alan enters the cafe looking confused and slightly anxious.
"Can anyone tell me what's going on here? I showed up about fifteen minutes ago to interview some of the locals about some strange homicide story, and now I hear gunshots!"
Calms down, breathing a bit as he eyes the other denizens of the diner.
"I'm sorry. Just a little shaken up. I'm Alan Rowan with Travel Life Magazine. Can I get an explanation here, please?"
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 17 2006, 10:38 PM|
| "Aww shit, it's the press." I mutter to myself.
The press hasn't been a friend of the FVZA for a very long time, even during the time of the original agency. Allegations of racism, incompetance, and overfunding were common from the media. So as you can guess, most of the FVZA wasn't too fond of reporters.
"Alright Mr. Rowan, the situation is that a man just came in with a bite on his arm saying something about people attacking and biting him. Now if you'll excuse us, this is now an federal operation and we're going to clean up this mess." I say to the reporter.
|Posted by: Tsumari Nov 17 2006, 10:47 PM|
| Alan stares at the agent with a degree of both shock and disbelief.
"Federal.... Federal operation? What are you talking about? Some guy gets bitten and they call in the MIBs? Who exactly are we dealing with here, Ted Bundy?"
He discreetly flips out a legal pad and pen, deciding he should probably be taking this down. The Tribune was offering him a large freelance commission to cover this story- something Travel Life Magazine could only joke about paying him- and now things were getting more interesting than he ever could have expected.
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 17 2006, 11:19 PM|
| "You see what happened was some light from Venus refracted off of some swamp gas trapped in a weather balloon, and this man here was staring at it too long, didn't watch his step, tripped, fell, and cut himself on some shards of glass from a broken vodka bottle somebody had thrown out. We're going out to cleanup the glass, so in the meantime don't panic because there's nothing to see here." I quickly explained to the reporter.
Sometimes the only way to keep a reporter quiet for a while was make up something that was so obviously bullshit that they'd start contemplating how dumb you thought they were.
|Posted by: Tsumari Nov 18 2006, 04:50 AM|
| Alan scowls.
"You can't seriously take me for that stupid. If you need to go about your business, Agent K, go right ahead. But I'm coming along and I AM getting this story."
He sounds noticeably more Scottish when he's agitated.
|Posted by: Judder Nov 18 2006, 04:55 AM|
|Judder looks outside of the windows as he walks around behind the reporter. He looks John in the eye and makes a sign for knocking the reporter out quietly. Judder gets a good grip on the gun, and gets ready for anything.|
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 18 2006, 11:20 PM|
| I see Judder making a signal for knocking out the reporter and in response I give a quick nod in disagreement. As much as I'd love to have that reporter knocked out, they tend to become even more of a pain in the ass when you forcibly remove them from a potential story. That and Congress "forgot" to give us the right to supress the first amendment, f***in politicians.
"Look Mr. Rowan, you can come along on the condition that you agree that if any sort of injury were to happen to you you cannot hold us, our employers, or anyone but yourself responsible. Also the guys that had drank and threw that vodka bottle are a little hungover so give them there space. And finally, you can cover the story so long as you don't interfere with what we're doing. Understood?" I explained to the reporter.
|Posted by: Alexandria Nov 19 2006, 12:11 AM|
| Alex would have answered the man who had taken charge of the situation but the reporter had started to talk to him. Alex shuffled the man over the booth she had been sitting in.
"The guy f***ing bit me." The man said looking pale and sick.
Alex held some napikins against the mans apperent bite wound and said. "Don't worry it'll be fine. The only thing that can happen now is you bleed to death." Alex wasn't sure what was worng with the man but she knew that wasn't his only problem.
"Sir." Alex called to the man who had taken charge.
|Posted by: Jason Drake Nov 19 2006, 12:45 AM|
|*Hears the girl call for the goverment agent but says nothing and waits for the reporter to shut the hell up*|
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 19 2006, 12:46 AM|
|"Yes?" I responded to the girl taking care of the bleeding man.|
|Posted by: Alexandria Nov 19 2006, 12:51 AM|
|"If you don't mind me asking, what's happening. Why did this man get bitten?" Alex asked him in slight confusion as the man continued to mumble.|
|Posted by: Roncas Nov 19 2006, 12:55 AM|
|((OOC: Am I going to have to talke these zombies out myselves? Jeeze... you slow pokes.))|
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 19 2006, 01:26 AM|
| The time came when I'd have to make a choice. Continue to confuse the news reporter in hopes of downplaying the story and potentially risk lives, or tell all in front of a reporter and potentially risk lives. This was a choice that many agents in the past had to make. Some made the right decision, some made the wrong decision, others made a decision that was both right and wrong. So I considered the situation.
There was anywhere from one to four zombies out behind the hotel, and probably several more somewhere nearby. Although considering we were on a busy route and the bites could've occured around twelve hours ago, the original zombies could potentially be hundreds of miles away, or even inside the hotel somewhere. If those four zombies had bitten anyone else earlier then the hotel could in theory be swarming with them.
But on the other hand the reporter's timing was impeccable, suggesting that he was possibly investigating mysterious deaths in the area. That meant that even though the source could've been hundreds of miles away, it also meant that there were likely to be more zombies in the immediate area. All meaning that we might have to do a lot of zombie busting now, and probably keep an eye on this particular road for any other attacks.
So the conclusion was simple, until we could confirm that the area was secure we couldn't risk the lives of the innocent and ignorant. Even if that meant letting the press cover one of our stories. Although on the other hand if we handled this professionally, which was a longshot considering the lack of training, we could perhaps get an article that was favorable towards us. Like I said, it was a longshot in a lot of respects, mainly in how we would perform, partially in how the press was always so damn negative, but if this guy was already investigating all we could do was make the best of it.
"Alright, after a bit of thought about all this, I'll tell you exactly what's going on. There are anywhere from one to four confirmed zombies out there. Most likely there's some in the hotel or somewhere else in the surrounding area, and possibly more down the road in either direction. Until we investigate I don't know too much about the grand scale of the situation, but I'd estimate that we'll find at least ten of the buggers by the end of the day.
And that's right, I said it, zombies. Now they aren't actually dead yet, but we are talking about rotting flesh eating zombies. Gotta kill them by destroying the brain and everything. From a practical perspective, just think back to what you know from Romero's time of the day of the dead movies." I answered.
|Posted by: Jay Nov 19 2006, 04:05 AM|
| Perched on the roof of a 2-storey building, Jay looked through the cafe's windows and compared the man talking to the reporter with a crumpled photograph.
"Bingo," he said softly to himself. This was the target. He thought back to the file he had been given on the man before he had taken the assignment.
"John Miller, 27, member of a governmental agency called the FVZA, an organization whose purpose is to keep the number of zombies and vampires in the world under control. Experienced operative, very dangerous."
Jay set up the tripod on the edge of the roof, then turned around and picked up his rifle from behind him. "Tim, I think this one will be a kill to remember," he said to it as he attached it to the tripod.
"It's a shame, really. In other circumstances, Miller would have been a excellent person to work with."
Taking aim through the scope, he lined up Miller's head with the target, and prepared to fire. But a movement out of the corner of his eye made him pause. 3 men were shuffling towards the cafe in a way that teminded him of a...
Jay grinned, and settled back. "Hey, Tim. Let's see how the zombie guy gets his way out of this."
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 19 2006, 04:38 AM|
| With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound, three zombies approached the diner and one let out a moan that sounded like a drunk man who'd lost a bet. I turned my head to see them coming once I heard the moan.
"Ok, here's the plan. I'm going to take these plates..." I say picking up a few plates from around the diner, some still covered in syrup and stuff.
"...and I'm going to run past those zombies, and then throw the plates at them to get their attention. That way anyone who wants out of here can sneak past them, or sneak up behind them and shoot at point blank range so you can't miss." I explained.
I readied my plates, took a sip of my coffee, put my sidearm back in it's holster, and then thought about tieing my shoes and straightening my tie. But with the zombies getting closer I have no time to do the last two so I simply fly out the front door and run right past the three z's.
I had seven plates to use, so I needed to make them count. I started by throwing one plate at each zombie, and then repeating the process. Out of six plates thrown, only two of them met their target, and neither of those two scored hit to the head. Infact, they didn't do anything aside from grabbing the attention of the three zombies. All according to plan. So with about twenty feet between me and the nearest zombie I simply waited for Judder to do his thing while I licked the syrup covered plate I had that was used to serve my pancakes and bacon.
|Posted by: Roncas Nov 19 2006, 04:42 AM|
| A sudden wind change alerted me. The zombies raised thier heads and smelled the air. They knew a pack of fresh food was near by and turned their backs to me. They were walking in the direction of the diner and I knew something was going to go wrong.
I raised my weapon and fired 3 more shots into a the back of a zombie around 10yds ahead of me.
Shit 6 shots down 9 more to go...
The zombie that I shot started to move slower do to different tendings bieng severed. I fired another shot into its leg and it started moving slower. I couldn't afford to shoot at the head right now. I dind't want a bullet hitting a pedestiran in one of the buildings. I was already getting curious looks and sirens could be heard off in the distance.
I was being stared down from people in some of the business around horrified that I was shooting people in the street. I prayed someone would be able to get me out of this mess instead of bieng accused of murder.
And how can i murder something thats already dead! Bah. The shit I get myself into.
To my suprise someone jumped out of the diner and was throwing plates at teh zombies. I started laughing and I couldn't aim straight so I was unable to fire. I slowed down my pace and let him take care of the rest. I did my part and got this one zombie nearly out of commisiona nd another iwht its brains splatted all over the gorund at the hotel.
|Posted by: Judder Nov 19 2006, 04:46 AM|
| I pumped the slide as I followed John out the door. The first zombie that i saw was an ugly muther, half of his face was gone. I was moving so fast that i had no choice but to slam the butt of my shotgun into its face. The sickening crunch was followed by a slurping sound as it fell to the ground. I immediately drew a bead on the other zombies and went to work.
Ka-chow, They stumble as the 000 buckshot tears through their center mass.
I hear John scream , "the head, the head"
I level off the bead on the nearest one's head and fire.
It's head literally disenagrates from the shot impacting on its head.
I decided to have some fun with the other one as i had three shots left. I shot its legs out from under it and let it crawl towards me, still moaning.
|Posted by: Jay Nov 19 2006, 04:50 AM|
| Jay watched the guy with the shotgun open fire on the zombies.
"Wow, not bad." he remarked. Watching the lone zombie crawl towrds the shotgun man, he put it in his sights and fired a single bullet into its head.
Miller becoming a zombie was not a kill. He frowned. Then, in a flash of inspiration, he had an idea. This wasn't a proper hit. He had not been paid in money yet. He could leave Miller. Better yet, Miller might be able to help! If not, then...
He made his decision. He dismantled the tripod and slung Tim on his back. He climbed onto the fire escape ladder and climbed down, drawing his GLOCK 22 semi-automatic handgun. He hit the ground and walked across the street.
Approaching the shotgun-wielding man, he said
|Posted by: Roncas Nov 19 2006, 04:55 AM|
|((uh... john didnt become a zombie...))|
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 19 2006, 04:57 AM|
| OOC: I think he means my character can't just be bitten or something.
I saw Judder firing at a zombie in the wrong area so I had to give him a shout to shoot for the head. No big deal, most rookies make that mistake a lot. Then I see he shoots one in the legs, bringing it down. Not very professional, so I made a mental note to tell him that later. But the weirdest part was when brain matter just popped out of a zombies head before Judder even shot it. Then some guy comes over and introduces himself to Judder right in the middle of all this chaos.
I simply shook my head. When the shit hits the fan, some people panic, others react like heros, and some people don't even seem to notice.
|Posted by: Jay Nov 19 2006, 04:58 AM|
|OOC: yeah, you are important, and I can't let you die (yet)|
|Posted by: Judder Nov 19 2006, 05:03 AM|
| Judder eyes the person suspiciously, his quick observing eyes notice the rifle.
"you use that thing just then" Unconsciously, Judder thumbs shells into the magazine of his shotgun. A small throbbing sensation begins to flow up from Judder's left arm. A warm sticky wet sensation hits his lower arm.
|Posted by: Jay Nov 19 2006, 05:06 AM|
| Jay felt a strange sensation on the back of his head and turned around. Miller was staring at him. He looked back at the shotgun guy, and seeing him glance at his arm, followed his gaze. The guy was bleeding.
"Did you get that from the zombies?" he asked.
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 19 2006, 05:11 AM|
| "Umm... Judder... unless you've got a history of pissing red out your arm, I'd say you're bleeding..." I say to Judder.
That's when I noticed the rifle on the stranger's back. I figured he was the one that popped that zombie's brains out that Judder had to ground. And for some reason nobody seemed to notice the zombie off the the side that Judder hit with the butt of his gun, but didn't quite kill.
I watched as the zombie gets back up, regains it's balance, and starts to move towards Judder and the strange man with the rifle. I had to react and do something, or risk somebody getting bitten. I drew my M1911, switched off the safety, used both hands to aim, and put a bullet right through the thing's right shoulder. Kind of embarressing to miss from that distance, so within about a split second I adjusted my aim slightly and put a bullet through the zombie's head. As if something that's clearly rotting could look any worse, it did with a bit of a hole in it's cranium.
|Posted by: Jay Nov 19 2006, 05:15 AM|
|Jay spun around to the sound of gunfire. Miller had shot at a zombie that wasn't quite dead yet. He watched as Miller put a single bullet into the zombie's head, killing it instantly.|
|Posted by: Judder Nov 19 2006, 05:15 AM|
| Judder looks down at his arm "Well, now aint that something?" Suddenly, John fires his pistol and kills the zombie that he had presumed dead
Standing up, Judder looks at his arm and then rips a piece of his shirt off and ties it around his arm. " That should stop it"
|Posted by: Roncas Nov 19 2006, 05:15 AM|
| I lifted my sports coat and palced my firearm in my belt. I then proceeded to the three men stabding around the corpses.
"Well atleast I'm not the only one going to jail on bogud charges, eh?" I said in a jokingly manner. Maybe the strangers would be perfect alibias to keep my ass from looking like an ass.
"The name is Roncas. I persume that some of ya'll know what these things are if you were to go and shoot them. Stage-1 zombies by the looks of it. Fresh rotters. I just left a lecture talking about these kind of guys. Stupid university didnt understand my authority on the matter making me look like a fool. They will feel sorry when this hits the news!"
I handed out his hand in a handshake to whoever would accept it.
Edit: Stupid 3rd personess.
|Posted by: Jay Nov 19 2006, 05:17 AM|
| Jay looked at the newcomer blankly. He then took the stranger's hand and shook it.
|Posted by: Roncas Nov 19 2006, 05:23 AM|
| I withdrew my hand. Either this Jay fellow was really stupid for saying it or was just very arrogant in his ways.
"Uh. Assasian, huh? That's mighty bold to confess to soemone. Can easily land you in jail for confessing that. I persume you two are not with him, atleast I hope!"
I gave a swift kick to one of corpses laying on the gorund. God, I hate them.
|Posted by: Judder Nov 19 2006, 05:29 AM|
| I laugh at the guy. "Well, Im a new member of something called the FVZA."
"The name is Judder Thompson"
I shift my shotgun to lay across my shoulders, with my wounded arm holding it.
I hold my good arm out and extend my hand to shake his
|Posted by: Roncas Nov 19 2006, 05:34 AM|
| "Woa. Woa. Woa! FVZA! That's impossible! They were disbanned years ago. The old Santa rosa institute is ntohing but a research facility now. And I have not heard of any governemnt agencies being reinstated. I'm sorry to say this but I must say bullshit!"
I was suprised yet skeptical. They did just kill 3 Stage 1 zombies. Quick fuckers, still haven't begun ot decompose yet.
I decided not to think to hard on it and hear what they had to sya about. I reached into my coat pocket andpulled out a cigarette and took a nice long smoke.
|Posted by: Jay Nov 19 2006, 05:43 AM|
| Jay backed off from Roncas with his hands up.
"Hey, hey. Don't get hasty. I'm just looking for information."
He turned to Judder. "Glad to meet you, Judder,"
Turning back to Roncas, he looked him in the eye. "The FVZA does exist. That man there," he pointed to Miller "is an agent as well. And I need information from him."
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 19 2006, 05:44 AM|
| I listened to the conversation being held and offered my hand to this man called Roncas, and had a bad feeling about this guy calling himself Jay. Make's me wonder what kind of asassain would be out here.
"Sorry mate, no BS here. You see Congress got smart enough to pass a bill reinstating our agency in order to control rising populations of some very specific and very undesirable viral outbreaks, seing as they realized that the current rates suggested that we could see a mass panic within a year or two. Problem was vampires and zombies have still been forgotten about by the public somehow so Congress got political and decided that we'd appear to be a waste of money so they kept the bill creating us pretty quiet. Not top secret, they just swept it through as quickly as they could and used some wording with the press that made the press too bored to bother reporting it. And as it stands, this man here is right in that I'm an agent.
However I'm interested to hear that there's a scholar out there who's work is on zombies. We could really use a scientist for what we do ya' know." I told Roncas.
"Now what kind of information do you need good sir?" I asked Jay.
|Posted by: Jay Nov 19 2006, 05:48 AM|
|"I need information on the Serdian clan of vampires. I'm after one of it's members, albeit in a sort of unofficial way." Jay replied. "I know they have some sort of base in Europe. Tell me where I can find them, and I can cancel my official contract."|
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 19 2006, 05:52 AM|
| "Serdian... Serdian... Serdian... I don't really know much about them, all I know about them is from some old briefing I read from 1966. Just that they're supposed to be a pretty nasty clan with a vicious streak a mile wide. As far as where they are I've got no clue aside from that they tended to do most of their operations in major European cities, although I remember Amsterdam was a favorite of their's. If anybody would know it'd be somebody from Interpol or something." I told Jay.
I was starting to wonder who exactly his official contract was on.
|Posted by: Jay Nov 19 2006, 05:55 AM|
|Jay grinned. The information was good. But there were more important matters to deal with. "It looks like you have a zombie outbreak here," he said. "You all look like you've seen some action. Do we want to contain this thing? If so, then I can help."|
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 19 2006, 05:57 AM|
| Jay just had to go out and point out the prediciment we were in. Once again, I let out an audible sigh.
"Yeah, looks like we've got a bit of a mess to clean up. If I had to guess I'd say there's some in the hotel locked in a room or something." I replied.
|Posted by: Jay Nov 19 2006, 06:00 AM|
| "Hotel?" Jay exclaimed. "Crap... looks like I can't go back for the rest of my stuff then. But I suppose it's too much to hope that a zombie lets off something large and explosive?"
(OOC: why not put an overseas battlefield area as well? just a thought.)
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 19 2006, 06:05 AM|
| I'd dealt with my fair share of rednecks before who'd made some homemade napalm, and stuff like that during my travels. But what Jay just said had me a bit nervous. Well more than a little nervous, more along the lines of I kept saying oh shit... to myself in my head over and over again.
"Oh for the love of the flying spaghetti monster, did you just imply that you've got some sort of explosive device in there? Because if you did then I think I'm going to proclaim you the biggest nutjob I've met since... since... of nevermind, if you left a bomb in there then you're just flat out the biggest nutjob I've ever met." I said to Jay with the tone of an aggitated parent asking their child what the hell that noise was in the garage was.
OOC: First thing is that I'm going to keep all our battles in the US for a while. Second, I got too lazy to expand and make more combat areas until later today (tis 12:06 out here).
|Posted by: Jay Nov 19 2006, 06:11 AM|
|Jay grinned again. "To be honest, it's not that big. But I was told that my target may take... um... more than one attempt to... er..." His voice trailed off. "Anyway, do you want help or not? I personally don't care if this entire town goes to hell. But you seem to be good at obtaining information. I want that briefing you mentioned, and you seem to want to save this town. So quid pro quo. I help you, you help me."|
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 19 2006, 06:13 AM|
|"Alright here's the deal. You take care of that bomb considering that there's civilians inside there, help us take care of these zombies, and I'll get you that briefing along with any tactical information on vampires you need. Do we have an agreement?" I offered to Jay as I extended my hand.|
|Posted by: Roncas Nov 19 2006, 06:14 AM|
| "Well. There was nothing odd in the hotel. I had gotten my things before the zeds attacked me. So i dunno there. They look to be univeristy students though. They may have come from that way."
"And don't get me wrong. I am no scientist. I am just a scholar who has a fasination wiht the undead since I was a child."
I finished off my cigarette and tossed it away. "I think we need to do soem invesigative work."
|Posted by: Jay Nov 19 2006, 06:17 AM|
|Jay shook Miller's hand. "We have a deal. Roncas, can you estimate how many zombies there are in the hotel? We'll deal with them first, then move towards the university, if that's alright with you guys."|
|Posted by: Judder Nov 19 2006, 06:20 AM|
|Judder gets bored of the conversation between the two men. He walks back into the restaurant and grabs his bag.Walking back out to the group. Judder takes a knee on the ground next to them and opens his bag. He gets a rather wide buttpack out and checks it, there are fifty shells in it. Judder puts it around his waist, he then tightens it and clips the connecting harness together. Once again reaching into his bag he takes out a flashlight and puts it into his pocket. He once again reaches into his bag and pulls out a duct tape.|
|Posted by: Roncas Nov 19 2006, 06:21 AM|
|"Uhhh... I wouldnt say many if at all. I didnt hear any screams when I was in there. And it does take a few hours for an individual to turn. Zombieism is a virus so its effects are not immediate. We just need to see if there is any people injured there first. And then check the sorrounding town..."|
|Posted by: goteamventure15 Nov 19 2006, 07:02 AM|
| Meanwhile, beside the local highway:
Julie Sawyer wiped the sweat off her brow and tried to catch her breath. Smoke still slowly poured from her Berreta pistol. On the ground by her feet lay a former zombie, still twitching. It wasn't that she was scared of it's apperance or the the cold hard fact such creatures exsisted. Julie had been fighting the undead long enough to grow numb to such things. This one however had gotten the jump on Julie and managed to get a strong grip on her left arm. Julie hated being touched by them. The cold icey grasp and it's almost certian death were one thing that she'd never grow numb to. Just then she heard laughing behind her.
" What happened to miss cool? One second your barking out orders like I give a damn and the next you're trembling in your boots."
Julie's jackass older brother and FVZA partner Jesse Sawyer swagered over. In one hand he has a Beretta pistol. The other is dragging an exterminated zombie by it's bloody shirt collar. He tosses the zombie next to Julie's kill and then bend over to get a batter look.
" If you weren't standing around with your dick in your hands, you would have seen that one sneak up on me," Julie snaped back.
Jesse pretends to ignore the comments and continues to search the corpses. "Well, what are we dealing with," Julie enquired. Jesse shakes his head in disgust and replies. "Nothing too good. Theres only about 80 bucks between both these suckers wallets. Talk about freaking cheapskates. Ones got a wedding ring we can pawn off but both the watches are pieces of shit."
Julie sometimes wondered if her brother truley understood they were no longer criminal experts. "No Jesse, I meant are there bite marks!" Jessie turned around and gave a sarcastic smile. "I hope you love all nighters sis, because you and me are going to have one hell of a slumber party. This guy has a huge chunk missing from his ankle. And unless thats syphillis, this guy got it in the forearm. Are source origin zombie still remains at large."
Julie spat in disgust. Finding the source origin was the biggest pain in the ass known to mankind. "Fucking zombies...why couldn't it have been vampires," pondered Jessie. His sister shot across a confused look. "You mean to say you'd rather fight Vampires then zombies?" Jesse turned the look with a puzzled one of his own.
"Christ, you'd rather fight a zombie? I can't belive we're even related. Zombies don't have a 12 hour time block where their virtually powerless. Zombies aren't harmed by the numerous gadgets are scientest have invented. Perhaps worst of all zombies, want to pick your bones dry. At least with vampires, you get to become something awesome after they bite you."
Julie couldn't help but laugh. Her FVZA brother was a closet Vampire fan. "So where do we look now Count Dracula? The trails gone cold. " Jessie laughed and made a monster face before responding. " Well there's two things these men have in common. And it's not that I just robbed them."
Jessie handed two small plastic cards to Julie. She glanced down and saw that they were both plastic key cards to different hotel rooms. Without saying another word the siblings took off. They hopped in their beat up FVZA issued work card and started the engine. As she started to drive, Julie looked over to Jesse and spoke.
"So did you hear the FVZA just discovered werewolves."
"Get the fuck out"
"No Jessie, I'm serious. They don't change in the moon or nothing like that. They're just big and...harry."
"That's fucking lame..."
|Posted by: Jason Drake Nov 19 2006, 10:07 PM|
| *With all the action gonna on, and the dumb chatter, i hear dragging feet. I approach the sound with caution and round the corner of the restaunt. I see a another of the "Things". I rasie my Colt and Yell*
Jason: "FREEZE DONT MOVE!!!"
*The Young women who i yell at dosent say anything, it just looks up and rasies her arms and approaches me with a evil leer.*
Jason: "I SAID DONT MOVE"
*The Women ignores me, and i decide to knee-capper her, she buckles down on the ground buts gets back up and continues torwards me. I shocked at what i see and i decide to get it over with. I aim carefully and shoot her twice in the skull and she takes a few more steps before hitting the ground*
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 20 2006, 03:47 AM|
| This post has been destructified by Cyber78 for openly breaking rule #8;
And the blatand disregard of guidelines 1, 2, 3, and 5.
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 20 2006, 06:47 AM|
| OOC: sorry, my bad. Didnt read the rules preoperly. and as for the guidelines 1 and 3, I was going to explain those things later on, after we destroyed the two zombies. And I did use my common sense. Whats rong with shooting a couple of zombies with a M240?
Anyways, here's the new version:
A blond guy in his twenties with a micro-uzi machine pistol (I beileve this is weak enough to be accepted) in his hands approached Jason Drake.
"Hey, i saw you fighting off that zombie. Youre pretty good. Im a zombie hunter, wandering around the country looking for zombies to kill." He prods the now inanimate zombie with his left foot. He then offers his hand for a shake. "Need some help? OH SHIT!!!"
*Withdraws hand, holds the gun in both hands and opens fire*
The bulets hit two zombies who had been sneaking up behind Jason. The creatures stumble upon impact, and fall backwards cracking their skulls open.
|Posted by: Tsumari Nov 20 2006, 05:52 PM|
| Through the panic and the shooting, Alan had been watching somewhat stunned. Zombies? Like real, f***in' Bruce Campbell vs the Army of Darkness zombies?
Suddenly, something clicked and he sprang into action. Making sure that the girl and the wounded man were alright, he made his way out to his Toyota Highlander to retrieve the .30-06 hunting rifle he had with him from a recent hunting trip in Wyoming. When he opened the back hatch, he was shocked by a bloody figure missing several fingers and wearing a College Soccer jersey that came at hm from his left flank.
For one horrifying moment, he striggled to free the gun from under a heavy bag of gear- and then from the zombie who grabbed the barrel. Just in time, he jerked the barrel upwards and pulled the trigger. More by accident than anything, he put a bullet through its head.
After his heart rate calmed, Alan studied this creature. He was starting to come to grip with what was happening. He knew what he had to do.
"Agent K!" His tone is still half-joking, but no longer sarcastic. The rifle is slung over his shoulder as he approaches the armed group of men. "I-I think there's something you need to know."
Alan kneels over one of the other fallen ghouls, recoiling a bit from the stench.
"Yeah, it's as I suspected. Just like the one by my car... The arms are bruised. Close quarters combat.... and the bites are spread out. Different sizes too. If these really are.... zombies... these ones were attacked in a tight space- by a goup of at least five."
He is beginning to even surprise himself. Investigative journalism had always been his thing, but his ability to remain cool came almost unnaturally.
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 21 2006, 12:57 AM|
| OOC: Now it's pretty much all good, I simply didn't like that you spontaneously appeared and started opening fire with a light machine gun. Heck, those aren't even legal in the US unless you have a special collector's license.
Well things had really turned to hell in a handbasket. Suddenly I was in a group consisting of a university scholar, an investigative reporter, a former SWAT team member, some girl in the restaurant, an asassain, and a former Army Ranger.
And considering the sheer amount of zombies that seemed to have been approaching from nowhere and everywhere at once, the odds were looking pretty even. I figured that all the gunfire we'd let off earlier had attracted the rest of them. And although personally I wasn't too fond of attracting zombies via gunfire, at least it was easier fighting them in a parking lot than up close and personal.
I saw some blond guy come from only God knows where and knocked down two zombies with some kind of Uzi variant. Now that was odd, usually 9mm didn't do a thing to zombies unless it shot through the brain. I assumed that more happened than met the eye when that happened, only problem was knocking a zombie backwards didn't quite cut it. Although I'd heard stories of college kids falling backwards drunk and breaking their skulls, most of the time the brain would still be relatively intact so it wouldn't quite score a kill against a zombie. It might make the thing even less coordinated than before, but certainly not a kill.
Pondering that I walked over to the two Z's, bent over, aimed my M1911 at the first Z's head. This one appears to be a girl of no more than 12 years old, seems that HZV never hits the people you wouldn't miss, just those that you would miss. But it was for her own good so I steadied my hand and pulled the trigger. The bullet went straight through the frontal lobe and punched out the back of the skull with a sickening splatter of red and grey matter.
The second zombie was starting to get back up and reached a hand for me. Knowing that a zombie's grip tended to be a very unpleasant thing, I bent back up, took a few steps backwards, took aim at the skull of what appeared to formerly be a woman in her 30's with a passing facial resemblance to the little girl, and pulled the trigger.
Many armchair Ash's will tell you how easy that would've been. Each shot was made with the muzzle less than a single yard (meter for those in metric) away from their targets, and I had five rounds in the magizine at the time with an additional round in the chamber. But what no armchair Ash will admit to you is that sometimes it's not as easy as simply cocking a weapon and pulling the trigger.
What they won't tell you is that sometimes you look into the eyes of the target, and you see their soul trapped inside of them. And then you look at the zombies next to them, and you realize that sometimes they were a family when they were living. Some people can't handle killing a whole family, others too pride in that they were setting free the souls of the tormented. I used to be in the first category, that's how I was for quite a while. But eventually you just have to adapt, trick your subconcious into justifying something that your concious already has.
But in the meantime Mr. Rowan had made some startling observations about the zombies we'd put down. I wasn't so much suprised with his conclusions as I was how dead on they were (forgive the pun) considering that this man probably had no real expirience with Z's. This man had caught my interest.
"Mr. Rowan, your observations are nothing short of superb. Although I'm not shocked at the conclusions themselves, I am a bit suprised that a civilian yourself would make such observations and come to a conclusion so quickly and so accuratley. Assuming that you make it through this alive the FVZA is in need of people with your investigative skills." I told Mr. Rowan.
|Posted by: Arnold Johnston Nov 21 2006, 01:43 AM|
| *On the open road heading back to Baltimore from a convention*
Arnold just got done with a weeks worth of seminars and other various bullshit related to doing his job... which was sellign cars. It's not that he needed the seminar, it's jusr that the management staff decided that they'd take their top performers for the last six months and send them off to learn how to hold a management position. It just happened that for the last six months Arnold was the top performer, so off he went by himself. Why BMW would hold this seminar in Colorado and not Germany was the first question in his head, but he decided that he would just roll with it. He had a free first class plane ticket to Denver, he had a free stay in the Hilton hotel, he even had vouchers to eat all his meals at the Olive Garden (hey, not everything you get in life is the nicest thing around). Arnold decided that a little extra cash would suit him better than flying first class. He hated flying anyways, and he needed to make his next car payment on time for once. He cashed in his ticket, gassed up the car and left for Denver.
Now that he was done hearing about how you should manage your underlings he was looking forward to getting back to life in Baltimore. He missed a weeks worth of drinking at his favorite bar with his favorite bar tender, and he missed his weekly Thursday night trivia at said bar. All in all Arnold spent most of his time at Max's Taphouse, when he wasn't at work that is.
*Arnold turns on the radio and starts to tune for a station*
"Jesus, country... country... more f***ing country... *sigh* why fight it man, it's just meant to be."
*Tim McGraw sings despair and horror into Arnold heart*
"God, I can't f***ing take this music anymore..."
*Arnold grabs a random CD out of the visor case and puts it in the player. Starland Vocal Band blares through the car. Arnold sings along.*
"GONNA FIND MY BABY GONNA HOLD HER TIGHT, GONNA GRAB SOME AFTERNOON DELI-I-IGHT. MY MOTTO'S ALWAYS BEEN WHEN IT'S RIGHT IT'S RIGHT, WHY WAIT UNTIL THE MIDDLE OF A COLD DARK NIGHT? Man, now this is some music..."
*Just then Arnold looks up and sees something lying in the middle of the road, he swerves nearly running it over and slams on the breaks. The vehicle stops about 50 feet past the obstruction*
"What the hell was that?"
*Arnold gets out of the car to inspect his vehicle making sure that he didn't actually hit anything. When finally satisfied with that he walks slowly towards whats in the road. When he gets within about 20 feet of the thing he sees that it's a woman. Her left leg from the knee down is hanging off of her by a few remaining tendons*
"What the hell... Ma'am, are you alright? Do you need me to call someone?"
*Arnold looks at his cell phone and sees that he has no service*
"Ma'am, are you alive? I can see that you're hurt, but if your dead I'd rather just leave you there and let a state trooper deal with your dead body... if you're not dead say... uh... say brains."
"Well f*** me running..."
*Arnold walks over to the woman lying on the pavement*
"Listen, I didn't mean that whole leave your body out to dry so some trucker could really run you over thing, I was just kidding, see that's how I deal with stressful situations, I make little jokes like that, haha, see, it was a joke, see?"
*The mostly lifeless body moans as he gets closer and starts to move, turning onto it's back to face Arnold. As she turns over he sees that her neck has been torn apart and she's missing a hand"
"Oh Jesus! F*** me! What the F*** happened to you?"
*As he bends over to get a better look at her she grabs at his leg. His first reaction, other than terror, is to immediately kick her in the face, which he does, but he manages to fall over while doing it. Her grip is broken, but she's now crawling towards him*
"Get the hell away from me lady, you're crazy ass can fucking lie here and rot!"
*Arnold struggles to his feet and makes for his car. As he turns around he is confronted by a man that looks like a lumber jack. He's 6'5" and probably weights about 240. He stands about 5 feet from Arnold between him and his car.*
"Dude, if that's your old lady you really need to call someone, she's pretty f***ed up. So yeah, I don't have any cell service here, and I need to get gas, oh and look at the time, it's almost time for me to call my wife and kids back home, so I need to get to a populated area so I can get in contact with them so that they don't worry and call the state troopers to go out and look for me and my car, which has Lo-Jack so they'll find it no matter what anyone does with it... so yeah, uh, you have a good one dude, I'll catch you later."
*The lumberjack slowly starts to shamble towards Arnold slightly dragging his left leg*
"Uh, dude, you've got a wicked limp there, you might want to get that checked out..."
*Just then Arnold notices a gaping wound in the lumberjacks side as his flannel jacks flaps to one side*
"Um... yeah... uh, shit!"
*Arnold bolts to his left at a full sprint once into the woods far enough, and certain that the shambling lumberjack isn't following him he starts to make back towards his car. Arnold then begins to think to himself, realizing that talking out loud probably won't make things any better.*
Jesus... why the hell did I run into the woods, that guy is going to know that I'm going to come back for my car, and he'll likely just take it... but him and it woman were pretty messed up... maybe that was just hollywood makeup, that's got to be it. His wife is a amputee and to get their kicks he makes her up like a really hurt chick and has her lie in the road, then when someone stops to help her they steal their car... probably kill them too... damn, I'm glad that I got away, now I can call the cops on their asses and get them put in jail... Seriously, how many people live out here, with the look I got at those two they'll totally have an accurate sketch with which to arrest those two assholes...
*After a few minutes Arnold gets back to the highway about 100 feet past his car. It's still running and the lady is still in the road, but the lumberjack is nowhere to be seen. Arnold sprints for his car, and as he gets in he sees why he didn't notice the lumberjack, he was in the back seat, it almost looked like he was trying to hide there.*
"Oh hell no.. dude, get your ass out of my car, that's right, I'm over here!"
*The lumberjack manages to get up out of the back seat of the car and shambles towards Arnold*
"That's right come over here, right here man, come and get me."
*Arnold stands off of the roadway yelling at the lumberjack, he looks down the road at where traffic would be coming from and doesn't see anything, but he hears the sound of traffic. He moves towards the crest of the hill in the road and sees a truck barreling down the highway towards him.*
Now if I can just wait until that truck passes it should scare that guy enough to let me get to my car and get the hell out of here...
*As the lumberjack begins to shamble towards Arnold he turns and begins to move up the middle of the lane where the truck is coming.*
"Dude, you better move, there's a truck coming. Dude, I'm serious, there's a truck right up the road, can't you hear it man? Can't you-- oh shit!"
*The truck flies past Arnold without so much as a honk, it slams into the Lumberjack turning him into a fine red jelly and runs over the woman with no indication that it had any plans on slowing. It almost seems as though the driver meant to not only hit both those two others, but that he probably swerved to hit Arnold and simply missed.*
*Arnold, who is visibly shaken at this point calmly walks to his car, shuts the back door, gets in and resumes his drive."
*The music is still playing*
"I ROSE ABOVE THE NOISE AND CONFUSION, JUST TO GET A GLIMPSE BEYOND THIS ILLUSION, I WAS SOARING EVER HIGHER BUT I FLEW TOO HIGH. THOUGH MY EYES COULD SEE I STILL WAS--"
*Arnold switches off the stereo*
Several miles down the road Arnold sees a diner and a hotel. There appears to be a bunch of people outside the diner, and he hopes that either one of them has a working cell phone, or that the diner has a land line that he can use.
As the BMW M5 pulls up to the four men standing in front of the diner Arnold rolls down the window.
"Hey, one of you guys wouldn't happen to have a phone would you? Or maybe the diner does, do you know?"
*Just then he notices that they're all carrying guns and there are two dead bodies on the ground in front of them.*
"Please don't kill me... I promise I won't tell anyone, I'll just keep driving, I won't even stop for gas until I hit the next state..."
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 21 2006, 02:35 AM|
| While I was trying to contemplate what our next move would be a rather nice BMW pulls up. I briefly shoot a glance at my Jeep, and then quickly lower my head in shame. Although the Jeep was great for what it was built for, the thing didn't even have so much as a built in cupholder, I had mine bolted over the emergancy brake.
The gentleman inside the car then pulled down his window and asked if any of us had a cellphone. But before I could answer to tell him I didn't have one, he seemed to have noticed the fact that we were all carrying guns, and the two dead bodies probably didn't look too innocent. My suspicions were confirmed a second later when he actually asked us to spare his life, and promised he wouldn't tell anyone.
I just let out a quick laugh when I heard this, turned on the safety of my M1911 and holstered it. I'd need to go grab my Winchester from the Jeep anyhow, and this guy obviously didn't seem to comfortable in the situation he saw.
"Woah, woah, woah, woah. Take it easy fair citizen, because this ain't what it looks like. What you've stumbled on to is what appears to be a Class I zombie outbreak, and I'm the FVZA agent in charge of cleaning up this mess. I'll just warn you that this area has not yet been deemed secure, so even though you shouldn't panic you should probably get some gas, which we'll give you escort to do, and then proceed on your way." I say to the man in the BMW in an attempt to calm him down as I reach for my ID.
|Posted by: Roncas Nov 21 2006, 03:12 AM|
| With my gun already holsterd and this man obiously thinking we're killers made me shake my head and chuckle like cyber. I scratched my beard and eyed the car.
Fucking rich bastard...
I saw his tattoo on his forarm and smiled. While cyber was doing his FVZA field work fancy badge shit, I walked up to him.
"Well. Well. We have a marine here. Well I would say ex-marine by that gut. Hi. I am Dr. Roncas Olui. Former Seargeant of the Marine corp some 10 years ago."
I took off my blazer and rolled up my sleeve to show him my own personal insignia. I decided to keep my blazer off for it was getting a bit warm and through it into Cyber's jeep.
"That ones yours, huh? Licences plate says public so I assumed it's yours."
"As cyber was saying. This si a Class I zombie outbreak. I assure you we are not lieing. Swear on my grandfather's purple heart"
|Posted by: Arnold Johnston Nov 21 2006, 03:24 AM|
| Looking at the man who has identified himself as "in charge" Arnold begins to think that there's no chance to survive this. Clearly they're going to kill him, take his car and make a merry escape, all the while listening to some horrid country music... at least that's the impression he got from the scene he saw.
"Uh... listen man, really, it's not worth it. Not only do I only barely make the payments on this car, but I don't have any cash on me. I've got credit cards, but they're probably maxed out, and that wouldn't do you any good. And if you did take my car, it's Lo-Jacked (hell... saying that might one day save my life, so I suppose I'll continue telling people that)... so it won't do you any good to take my car if I go missing."
After seeing the man produce an ID he quickly snatched it from him and rolled up his window. Upon inspecting the ID he at least knows what to call the man standing in front of him. After noticing the tattoo on the man that was now talking to him through his window he rolled it down.
"Yeah, it's mine, I work at the dealership, got a pretty nice deal on it... so... you're a Doctor... with a gun..."
*Now turning to Agent Miller*
"So... John Miller.... listen... if you're not going to kill me, and you are working for the Government... which I'm not quite sure I believe yet, why are you in the middle of po-dunk f***ing nowhere? And what the hell is the FVZA? I worked for the NSA when I was in the Corps... as your friend here has so clearly pointed out... and I never heard of any agency that had anything to do with Zombies... f*** maybe that's where the Splinter Cells all went..."
*Arnold turns off the car and steps out, he rolls down the sleeves of his dress shirt covering the tattoo, looking now to the Doc*
"Let's just keep this our little secret huh? It's been a few months since I got out, and I'm still in denial mode... trying to forget a lot of what I used to do and what I saw during my time overseas."
*He looks at Agent Miller*
"Agent Miller... I think that I might have had a run in with some zombies a few miles up the road... *Arnold goes on to explain what happened* So does that make any sense to you? Oh, and here you can have this back now."
*He hands Miller his ID back*
"And one last thing... What the f*** is a class I zombie outbreak?"
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 21 2006, 03:27 AM|
OOC: I was planning to say he smugled one out of the army. Anyhow...
IC: The blond guy holding the micro-uzi came over to join cyber and roncas.
"Did you say a zombie outbreak? Shit!"
*spits carelessly* it lands a few feet away from cyber.
"I saw a few zombies around, but didn't htink it was an outbreak!"
|Posted by: Roncas Nov 21 2006, 03:33 AM|
| To arnold:
"I see your a bit confused with the gun and me bineg a doctor. I'm nto an actual doctor docter. I have a Doctorate in history and professor at a state college. I like ot be called doctor after spending 8 years working on my degree. And I was in the MArines back in my day as stated. I learned not to go anywere without my handgun after those days."
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 21 2006, 03:36 AM|
| To cyber:
"so I take it you are a memeber of a organization that controls zombie outbreaks? Hell! i didn't think one existed nowadays!"
|Posted by: Arnold Johnston Nov 21 2006, 03:42 AM|
| Arnold stands there staring at the blond guy with the micro-uzi in the trench coat in absolute amazement.
"Where in sam-hell *looking at the micro-uzi* did you get that f***ing thing? I thought those were illegal in 49 states? And how is it that I'm the only person out here who's not "in the know" with the whole zombie thing? Who are you people? And you, *looking at trench coat guy with the uzi* if you spit near my car again I'm going to break your f***ing teeth... do you have any idea how much it costs to get a car like this detailed? I'll tell you... a f***ing lot, and I don't make a whole lot of cash, so let's keep my expenses to a minimum, shall we?"
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 21 2006, 03:46 AM|
| What I'd just heard was good. It was something I never understood, how two marines who'd never met would often appear as if they'd known eachother for life. Thank goodness Roncas had the tatoo to show what he'd been a part of. If not for that I think the guy might've driven off into a ditch in a panic. After taking back my ID from the man in the BMW I explain things a bit.
"Ok now to answer a few things. The FVZA is the Federal Vampire and Zombie Agency. We were around from just after the Civil War and up until 1975. However by the time of out disbandment we were mostly an undercover operation, therefore few people had heard of us, and a lot of people forgot about us. And now just about a month ago due to rising populations of vampires and zombies we've been reinstated. Due to the fact that we were undercover, and now we're about a month old so if you've been out of the NSA for very long you wouldn't have heard of us.
Now as to why I'm out here. Well the long story short is that I was doing a bit of recruiting around the country, and having no luck I was travelling back down this road, stopped at a diner, and well the shit just sort of hit the fan from there. Kind of lucky and a bit of an odd coincidence that a bunch of nutjobs with a thing for hunting zombies would all show up at the same diner at roughly the same time.
As for what a class I outbreak is, that's basically just a small outbreak consisting of less than say twenty zombies. Right now there's really only four categories. Class I is nothing big, Class II is pretty big, Class III is basically a national disaster, and Class IV is basically an oh shit we lost outbreak. Not very specific I know, one of the things on this monthes agenda is to refine that to be more specific.
However now that you tell me about more Z's up the road that suggests that the problem is worse than I originally suspected. I'm glad you told us, but it's pretty bad news. It means that I was right and that there could be Z's for only God knows how far away.
And if the two of you don't mind me asking, that being Mr. BMW and Mr. Uzi, what're names?"
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 21 2006, 03:46 AM|
| *Tuns to Arnold Johnston*
"Look, I dont care a s*** about the law. and if you talk lik that to me again, i'll show you what this uzi can do other than killing zombies."
*Turns to cyber*
I have no intention of telling you my name, since i dont find it beneficial. You can just call me 'Guy'.
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 21 2006, 03:50 AM|
|"Look Guy, in the FVZA we do things within the law to the best of our ability. Sometimes bending a few rules is a nessesity, but if you're going to play ball with us don't get the idea that we're a bunch of splinter cells who don't play by the rules. And as it just so happens, murdur is slightly illegal in this state so I'd recommend keeping that gun pointed at the zombies." I said in a tone that I made as non-threatening as I could.|
|Posted by: Roncas Nov 21 2006, 03:53 AM|
| I gave the uzi kid a look.
"Put that shit away or you will be on the ground with two shattered kneecaps and a fucked up hand."
I pulled the hand gun out my belt.
"Never threaten a amrine in fornt of another marine. Or you will have two pissed off marines..."
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 21 2006, 03:55 AM|
|"Yeah... probably not a good idea to piss off a pair of ex-marines. I've noticed they can get a bit nasty when irritable." I say quietly.|
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 21 2006, 03:56 AM|
|"Look, FVZA agent or whatever. Like I said before, I dont care a s*** about the law, and as for that murder, I meant Ill blow his car up, not the guy."|
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 21 2006, 04:03 AM|
| "I don't mean to nitpick, but blowing up cars probably violates some technicallity concerning traffic laws or something. That and we don't really condone blowing shit up without a pretty good reason. And finally, I'm sort of a sucker for BMW's so it'd put me in a pretty bad mood too if you blew it up." I respond.
Yep, this guy is fuckin' nuts. I think to myself. When I talk about my job the few who take me seriously often think that dealing with deadish people is difficult, well I've got to say in defense of the zombies that at least they don't threaten a bunch of wild stuff. They just try to eat you, nothing personal, just instinct. Live humans are the one's you've got to watch out for.
"Either way just keep in mind that I used to be a cop, so when the local cops around here come calling because some guy didn't give a s*** about the law I'll probably be on their side. Agency policy mandates that we keep on good relations with the local cops where ever we go." I explain while shifting my weight to my other foot.
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 21 2006, 04:05 AM|
| *Smiles, lowers uzi*
"Right, sorry for being an ass. Been in a bad mood lately. So, what are you gonna do about the outbrak?"
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 21 2006, 04:07 AM|
| Oh thank you God. I thought to myself. I was seriously beginning to wonder if somebody was going to end their day with 9mm rounds in their chest.
"It's not a problem. We all have our good days and bad days." I tell Guy.
I was starting to wonder how many vacation days I had.
|Posted by: Arnold Johnston Nov 21 2006, 04:09 AM|
| *Arnold looks at the merry zombie slaying mob and sighs*
"My name's Arnold Johnston, I got out of the Corps about a year ago, and this macho bullshit was part of why... not to say that I can't sack up and deal with shit hitting the fan, but getting killed over a spat on car isn't worth it, feel free to spit away Guy, spit away..."
*Arnold leans into his car to check his Garmin Streetpillot 7500*
"Shit... this thing can't catch a satellite, and I don't have a map... where the hell am I anyways?"
I really need a frame of reference here guys... where the hell are we?
*Looking at Doc*
"And before you say anything, that thing is the product of me working 80 hour weeks at the dealership selling as much useless shit as I could during last years holiday season... so I don't want to hear anything about being rich... I just really like nice toys... being single pays off in that respect... Seriously, do you even know how hard it is to sell cars in and around Christmas? It's nearly impossible... people are always whining about how they have to buy their wives gifts and stuff... my selling point is usually this... If you can't buy yourself a nice gift and have your spouse appreciate it, do you really want to spend the rest of your life with them? That usually works... sometimes ends in divorce, but hey, that's not really my problem now is it... but back to this zombie business."
Jesus... how do I get myself into situations like this? I could be sitting at home surfing the internet, maybe playing some video games... hell, I could be out drinking... but no... I had to trade in my plane ticket... and now look where I ended up, in the middle of a group of loony bastards with uzi's that are going to shoot the shit out of my car... if I survive this I'm calling my senator...
|Posted by: Judder Nov 21 2006, 04:12 AM|
| Judder walks over to the BMW. "Man what a car"
He walks over to John.
"Which vehicle is yours?"
A moment of discomfort causes Judder to shift
his ammunition carrier to a higher spot on his back.
|Posted by: Roncas Nov 21 2006, 04:18 AM|
| I laughed.
"I know the feeling. Even as a professor I don't get paid much. I don't really care though. I enjoy teaching. Was better than the marines even though I still love shooting. I recently got a new Dodge Ram... I like to feel like a man in my gas guzzeler."
I collected myself and began to look around.
"Alright. Don't we need to get back to business? I only have about 6 rounds left and I need to get to my truck to get another clip. It is over at the hotel. anyone want to go check it out wiht me just in case?"
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 21 2006, 04:25 AM|
| OOC: I just know we're somewhere in the midwest, Missouri I think.
"My vehicle's the Jeep Cherokee, should be unlocked if you need it for anything." I tell Judder.
"Oh and nice to meet you Mr. Johnston." I say.
"And now to business, you're right. I suppose first thing we do is secure the area and then clear out the hotel somehow." I tell Roncas.
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 21 2006, 04:28 AM|
|"Are there zombies in the hotel? If so, mind if I come along?"|
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 21 2006, 04:31 AM|
|"Although I can't say for sure, I would think there's at least one zombie in that hotel. And either way I figure we should check just to be sure, so feel free to come along." I said to Guy.|
|Posted by: Arnold Johnston Nov 21 2006, 04:33 AM|
| OOC: Alright, good enough.
*Arnold stops what he's doing and looks at Miller*
"Wait a second... you said F --V-- ZA... Federal VAMPIRE and Zombie Agency... there are f***ing vampires too? God damnit... I suppose when it rains it pours..."
*Arnold pops his trunk and pulls out a duffel bag. He unzips it revealing clothing. He pulls out a tee shirt a pair of jeans and some white socks. He looks at Miller, the Doc, and Guy"
"I hope you guys don't mind, because I'm going to change here whether you like it or not."
*Arnold strips down to his skivvies and quickly puts on his tee shirt and jeans, then his socks and shoes. He is now wearing a Led Zeppelin tee shirt, a pair of faded jeans and his Doc Martins. He reaches through the window of his car and pulls out his leather jacket and puts it on"
"Suppose I'll need this if there's the bitey types about, don't want to lose parts of my arms fighting off a zombie attack after all..."
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 21 2006, 04:34 AM|
| To cyber:
"Right." *Raises uzi* "Lead on."
|Posted by: Judder Nov 21 2006, 04:36 AM|
| Judder walks over to the Jeep Cherokee and opens the door. Judder looks in the back seat and sees the rifle bag . He pulls a Winchester 94 out and looks for the box of shells for it. Judder grabs some clips for John's sidearm and a box of shells for his rifle Judder tosses his bag into the back seat of John's Cherokee.
Judder walks back to John and hands him the rifle and shells along with the clips.
"There ya go buddy." Judder checks his arm, It has stopped bleeding.
|Posted by: Arnold Johnston Nov 21 2006, 04:39 AM|
| *looking to every single armed member of this bunch of random zombie hunters*
"Uh... this may be alright for you guys, but what the f*** am I supposed to do, injure them with harsh language? Cut them open with my scathing sarcasm? Oh wait! Let me just get my umbrella out of the trunk, a golf umbrella should do, right? Oh wait I forgot, they're F***ING UNDEAD! What the hell am I supposed to do here? I don't just carry guns everywhere I go, nor do I have a katana, or a sledge hammer, or a baseball bat in the back seat of my car..."
*Arnold stands there looking fairly aggravated at the prospect of walking into a group of things that want to eat him armed with nothing more than his wit and a few bad puns*
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 21 2006, 04:39 AM|
| To Arnold:
"You can borrow one of my pistols if you want."
*pulls out 9mm hi-power and offers it*
*Turns to Judder*
*points at wound*
Rather sharply, "Is that from a zombie?"
|Posted by: Judder Nov 21 2006, 04:43 AM|
|"Ricochet" Judder unties the bandage from around the wound to let him see it.|
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 21 2006, 04:45 AM|
| As quite a pleasant suprise, it seemed that Judder had fetched me my rifle, some ammo, and some spare clips for my M1911. Such a nice guy.
"Thanks for the rifle and ammo man, I'll probably be needing this." I say to Judder, with the grim knowledge that I would indeed need the ammo and rifle.
"Yeah... vampires... pretty nasty buggers. But I'm pretty sure there's none of them around here. D.C. and Vegas maybe, but not here, not enough of a consistent food source. As for what you'll do for weaponry... hmm... well I guess this rifle should cut it so I'll let you borrow my M1911" I say to Mr. Johnston as I hold out my beloved handgun and ammo clips.
"Right then, now about this hotel. I say we do the good old knock-on-the-door routine. We go in, knock on each door, and then listen for the telltale moan. If we don't hear anything that means that there's nothing in there that's likely to bite us, if we hear the moan then we'll ask if anyone's in there, and if we don't get an intelligable answer then we break down the door and do what we seem to do best. We'll go through the whole hotel doing this until the whole thing is clear. It may be a bit time consuming, but it'll get the job done. Afterwards we'll basically have to scour the surrounding area for more zombies." I explained for my plan.
"Oh and don't worry about Judder. Not a single zombie got even close to him, and even if he did get bitten we'd have like twelve hours before he was a threat." I say to Guy.
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 21 2006, 04:50 AM|
| *turns to cyber*
"Right. Ive never actually seen someone get infected, so i wondered..."
*turns to Arnold Johnston rather irritably*
"Are you gonna take it, or what?"
OOC: Ive gotta go now. Big day tomorrow. Someone please take over until I return (preferably one of the more experienced people).
|Posted by: Arnold Johnston Nov 21 2006, 04:53 AM|
| *Arnold looks at Guy and shakes his head*
"Sure, I suppose I'll take what I can get... you got a couple extra magazines for this thing? I might miss... a lot..."
*Looks over the weapon for a minute*
"This is a pretty nice weapon, I've never used a Browning HP Mk. III, in fact, from what I understand they only make about 100 every year between Aberdeen and Edinburgh. You're pretty lucky to own one. But I'll take a .45 over a 9mm any day."
*He hands the Browning back to Guy and takes the 1911 and spare magazines from Miller*
"Thanks, at least now I can defend myself..."
And hopefully I'll get out of this alive... and with no bullet holes in me...
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 21 2006, 05:07 AM|
| OOC: Right, changed my mind. Can stay on for a few more minutes.
*Withdraws pistol* "One? I own two, buddy. And yeh, i consider myself lucky to own them. I got one from a friend - he's dead now. The other one I inherited from my father - he's dead, too."
|Posted by: Arnold Johnston Nov 21 2006, 05:12 AM|
| *Rolls his eyes slightly*
"Oh, ok, sorry to hear that."
I wonder if he killed them... great, this is all I need, to have to watch my back because a zombie might eat me, and this nut night kill me... I wonder what's next...
"So, shall we get this undead creature killing party on the road? Oh, and another question, are all zombies slow, because in "Return of the Living Dead" those mother f***ers can move like world class sprinters... that and no amount of firepower could stop them... you can kill these things, right?"
*Arnold nervously glances around to see if anyone else is taking this whole thing as badly as he is*
|Posted by: Roncas Nov 21 2006, 05:16 AM|
| "This is when my experties comes in. from my studies it depends on what stage they are in. We have Stage 1 zombies which are freshly turned ones. they are able to move as fast as thier living selves. Stage 2 are more decomposed and slower and so on and so forth. A shot to the head will kill them. Shoot them in the knees to slow them down."
I began walkign towards my truck to gather some more clips and signaled for the others to follow.
|Posted by: Arnold Johnston Nov 21 2006, 05:19 AM|
| *Shouting to Doc*
"So we're going over there to that motel? Alright, I'm gonna drive over there, because I'm NOT leaving my car here..."
*To those people not already walking away*
"I know it's not all that far over there... but if you want a ride you're welcome to it... as long as you don't shoot, stab, or otherwise maim me in the process."
*Arnold ejects the magazine of the .45 and sees that there are 3 rounds left*
I'm glad he gave me two more magazines...
*He then places both full magazines in his inner jacket pocket and gets in to his car and starts it*
"So, anyone coming?"
*Arnold rolls down his windows and turns up his stereo*
|Posted by: Arnold Johnston Nov 22 2006, 01:57 AM|
| *Seeing that nobody is going to get into his car he puts it in first gear and quickly enters the motel parking lot. He cuts the engine and leave the keys in the ignition, he rolls the driver side window down and locks the doors.*
Better leave it as close to running as I can in case I need to make a quick getaway...
"So where we starting this thing? Oh, and I'd like to voice my concern with randomly knocking on doors with guns drawn... I have no intention of going to jail today. Miller over there may be a "Federal Agent," but I'm not... and generally people that have guns that don't have a reason to, get arrested."
|Posted by: Roncas Nov 22 2006, 02:21 AM|
| "As long as we're with Miller I doubt anything will happen to us."
I opened up my truck door and unzipped my bag. I reached and and grabbed two magazines. I threw my jacket in the back seat and took off my dress shirt and did the same with it. I tucked the magaizines in my pocket. I took my handgun and ejected the clip. I took a few extra bullets and loaded them into my clip.
"I highly recommend that you get a handgun permeant for multiple states. I am licenced in at leat 31 states and I am waiting to recieve my permit in 8 others. You would think a marine like yourself would do the same."
I slammed the door shut and began walking into the motel.
"Just say your with the government and people will let you... for the most part. I still have my Military Police badge... Didn't return it. I'll just use it."
|Posted by: Arnold Johnston Nov 22 2006, 02:52 AM|
| *looks at Doc*
"Yeah... I own a gun, but I really didn't want to bother with the paperwork for a concealed carry license. Not to mention that they don't give them out in the state of Maryland, and since I live there there's just no point... that and my day takes me to DC pretty often, and you can't even own a gun in DC, let alone carry one legally unless you're a cop. And as for keeping government credentials after leaving the service... well... I was a sigint specialist, I didn't get a cool badge, or a gun to carry ever day, I worked with intercepted communications, and then after that I worked with media forensics... Not a whole hell of a lot to keep after I got out."
*looks down at the 1911*
"And it's been a while since I've fired a hand gun... so I might be a little rusty..."
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 22 2006, 03:15 AM|
|"Yeah, there's absolutely nothing to worry about. If the police give us any trouble we just need to show them how bitey some of these things are and then once we show them the necrosis they tend to just go off to puke in a corner or something." I said while loading my Winchester rifle.|
|Posted by: Arnold Johnston Nov 22 2006, 03:17 AM|
| *Looks around nervously*
"Uh... well I guess I'll try to not vomit on anything then..."
|Posted by: Arnold Johnston Nov 22 2006, 03:21 AM|
| *Looking back at the motel*
God I hope I don't get killed today... there are so many different beers that I still have to introduce to my body...
"So are we going to start at the bottom and go up, or are we going to start at the top and go down, because my vote it bottom up. After we clear all the rooms on the ground floor we can be reasonably sure that nothing is going to jump out and bite us once we're further into it... also, I'd suggest that we get the manager to give us the master key, that way we can be totally sure that there's nothing that's going to pop out of a room to eat us..."
*Looks at two men with long guns*
"So I guess I'm point then huh?"
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 22 2006, 03:22 AM|
| To the entire party:
"Come on! Let's cut out the chit-chat and kick some undead ass! We'll just raid the whole place and shoot all the z's we can find!"
|Posted by: Arnold Johnston Nov 22 2006, 03:26 AM|
| *Arnold sighs quietly to himself*
This guy is going to get me killed by something less than alive.. that is if he doesn't shoot me himself...
"Uh, Guy, I think it might be a good idea to bang out a quick "tactics" meeting before we go rushing in to kill random things... I personally don't want to accidentally shoot someone that doesn't need it, and I have a feeling that you'll probably just shoot anything that moves, so why don't we do this... let's split up into two teams... Doc, you go with Guy over there... maybe you can keep his "killer instinct" in check... I'll go with Miller here, we'll each cover different sides of the building, that way we can get this done faster. How's that sound Miller?"
*Arnold looks at Miller with a look of absolute desperation in his eyes, clearly he wants nothing to do with the psychopath that's armed with an Uzi.*
|Posted by: Judder Nov 22 2006, 03:29 AM|
| Hearing the Uzi guy scream about killing them all I sigh
"Listen man, I almost lost my life about a year back because some little rookie like you decided to charge a building" Judder taps the side of his head. "This time i aint wearing a helmet." Judder shifts the shotgun to a ready position. "We should clear one room at a time"
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 22 2006, 03:33 AM|
| To Judder:
"Say, how long have you been in this business for?"
|Posted by: Judder Nov 22 2006, 03:36 AM|
|"Ive been in the shooting business all my life, then there is my SWAT team experience where i learned the hard way about point blank range shotgun blasts." "I suffered massive head trauma and amnesia because some pencil dick Lt. decided not to wait for the rest of the team."|
|Posted by: Arnold Johnston Nov 22 2006, 03:36 AM|
| *Looking now between Miller, Guy, Doc, and the guy with a shotgun who has only spoken twice now*
"I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume that at least some of you know the basic hand and arm signals? Because communicating silently when there's bitey things about might be prudent... or apropos if you're a literary types..."
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 22 2006, 03:46 AM|
| To Judder:
"Right, so youre an expert. I usually just charge in and kill evry zombie in sight, but this time im working as a member of a team. A rare occasion I might add. So lets hear about this tactic of yours, then."
|Posted by: Judder Nov 22 2006, 03:48 AM|
|"First thing is first, One of us goes through the door first, quickly followed by another, first guys sweeps left, second guy sweeps center as the third guy sweeps right. "|
|Posted by: Arnold Johnston Nov 22 2006, 03:49 AM|
| *Looking back and forth between shotgun man and Guy*
"Uh... I believe that the idea of using any form of coordinated tactics was my idea... but I'm not the expert, I just play a lot of video games... So, Mr. SWAT, can you please enlighten us as to how we're going to room to room clear this place? Also, would you say that we should use dynamic entry techniques or static entry techniques? How about the teams, any idea as to how we should compose those? Because I can answer all of that, but we'll let the expert answer your question Guy, because clearly I'm not here..."
*Sighs and looks back at the building*
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 22 2006, 03:55 AM|
| To Arnold:
"Im capable of performing a dynamic entry technique. If its alright, Ill dash, do a jump kick and bash through the door, taking down all animate things within range."
OOC: some of youll get this, some of yas wont.
|Posted by: Arnold Johnston Nov 22 2006, 04:01 AM|
| *Looking at the ground now*
Christ... I'm dealing with a complete lunatic here...
"No, I don't think that would be a great idea. You'd probably have to pay damages to the owner of the motel, assuming that he's still alive, for all the doors you busted the shit out of... Also, that might attract quite a bit of attention, which I think is what we're trying to avoid, and there's no guarantee that whatever is in those rooms are zombies, and there is no guarantee that if there are zombies in there they'll be right behind the door. All in all I think it would be best if we just went and got the key."
*Walks away from Guy towards the Office*
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 22 2006, 04:03 AM|
|"What? Pay for the damage? Ill be long gone by the time these ignorant b******* come to realize somethings going on!"|
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 22 2006, 04:05 AM|
| "Ok here's the plan. We'll get the master key from the manager, and that way we can actually check every single room, just to be safe. Anyhow since zombies aren't the fastest of thinkers we don't really need to do any of that dynamic entry technique stuff. All we have to do is have on guy open the door, and have another guy simply cover the doorway looking inside. From there we can pretty much just lure the Z's to us so we can simply pick them off without having to set foot inside. Once we've taken down whatever's in there that doesn't have a pulse we'll move in cautiously and search the room carefully." I explain.
I was starting to get the feeling that a tranquilizer would do Guy a lot of good.
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 22 2006, 04:13 AM|
| To cyber:
"I thouht we were splitting up? Itll be much faster, and if all of us stick together we will surely attract attention."
|Posted by: Arnold Johnston Nov 22 2006, 04:26 AM|
| *Arnold returns with two keys*
"Here you go, *handing the keys to Miller* there are two copies in there for ya. Oh, and the manager wasn't around, so either he's out and about, or he'd already dead... just thought you might want to know that. As for me, I think I'm going to sit my happy ass right here, because I'm NOT going into a room with him. *looking at guy*"
OOC: alright, i need to get to sleep, I've got an early day at work tomorrow... later.
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 22 2006, 04:53 AM|
| To Arnold:
"Fine by me. I preffer working with less people anyway."
|Posted by: Jay Nov 22 2006, 05:18 AM|
|Jay, leaning against a wall and listening to the exchange absentmidedly, frowned at the man named Guy with disdain. Stepping forward, he met the man's eyes. "You know, I don't like working with people either, and with the attitude you have, I'm starting to see why. Arrogance is the enemy of efficience. If you're going to be fighting zombies, you don't need to to any of that fancy shit. Just aim for the head and fire." He turned away. "I'm going after my supplies. If you guys go from the bottom of the hotel up, then I should meet you halfway. Anybody want to join me?" Jay began walking towards the fire escape.|
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 22 2006, 05:22 AM|
| *turns to jay*
"Youve been keeping quiet all this time. i dont even know your name. But just keep in mind that by talking to me like that one day you might wake up dead..."
|Posted by: Jay Nov 22 2006, 05:40 AM|
|"My name is Jay, if you're interested in that. And I have no quarrel with you. I don't want one. I just want to be out of here with the information I need."|
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 22 2006, 05:53 AM|
|"right..." *changes tone* "have we met before?"|
|Posted by: Jay Nov 22 2006, 05:59 AM|
|Jay grinned. "Doubt it. I don't meet many people. Those that I do generally don't last very long."|
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 22 2006, 06:11 AM|
*turns to the rest of the gang*
"So, are we goin or not?"
|Posted by: Jay Nov 22 2006, 06:15 AM|
|"Well, I'm off. See you halfway up the hotel." Jay moved towards the fire escape and began climbing up it.|
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 22 2006, 06:20 AM|
| To jay:
"ill go with you, man. got something to check..."
To the gang:
"right. since you dont like my company, ill go with this guy. ill meet you in there when you guys can be stuffed moving your lazy asses!"
*climbs fire escape after jay*
|Posted by: goteamventure15 Nov 22 2006, 07:46 AM|
| Meanwhile Inside the hotel:
(We see The Sawyer Siblings in a hotel bedroom. Jesse Sawyer crotches down over a zombie corpse. He searches through the pockets looking for any clues or valuables. Meanwhile, his younger sister leans against a large window. Pearing out, she notices the group of survivors loading their weapons, preparing to enter the hotel. She rolls her eyes.)
JULIE: Oh brother dearest...
JESSE: Oh shit...you never start any of your positive sentences like that.
JULIE: We got compay.
JESSE: More Z's?
JULIE: Think worse.
JULIE: Think worse but more human.
JESSE: Oh...god...armed citizens.
(Jesse hops up to his feet and runs over to the window.)
JULIE: Look, who's leading them.
JESSE: Fucking Miller...what's that boy scout doing out here!?!
JULIE: He's been doing a recruitment tour lately.
JESSE: Well if he was here, then why did the agency send us out? We could be sleeping in right now!
(Julie steps away from the window and picks up her beretta M9. She loads the gun and holsters it.)
JULIE: We got to keep an eye on him. Those people are a fucking huge liability.
JESSE: Fine but I get to spook Miller.
(Jessie and Julie Sawyer run out of the hotel room.)
|Posted by: Jay Nov 22 2006, 09:46 PM|
| Jay climbed into his hotel room through the window and looked around. There were no signs of zombies in this particular room. However, it always paid to be careful. He picked up the gear bag on the floor and opened it to reveal a shotgun.
"Sorry Tim," he said quietly, "but a rifle isn't quite gonna cut it against zombies." He loaded the shotgun and grinned.
"Time to kick some undead ass!"
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 22 2006, 10:23 PM|
| It seemed we were ready for the assault on the hotel. Personally I think we could've done a lot of good simply by burning the hotel down to the ground, but that sort of stuff didn't usually go over very well with the media. So upon taking the keys from Mr. Johnston and giving him a quick thanks, I cocked my rifle, looked around, and began walking inside.
"I'd say we've got a pretty solid plan now, we'll meet up with the other two at some point. So I guess now it's time for the fun part." I said to the rest of our assault squad, if you could call it that.
|Posted by: Patient Zer0 Nov 22 2006, 11:04 PM|
| Meanwhile, outside a single sheriffs Blazer came to a hault.
Christ, the deputy said to himself looking at the bodies laying in the street,
What the hell happened here? There were most definitely shots fired he thought.
The deputy picked up his radio and called in the report, requested an ambulance, and drew his Colt Python.
After a quick look around, and noticing the collection of spent shell casings in various calibers, he went back to his truck and grabbed his trusty Winchester 1300 Defender and re-holstered his revolver.
The flickering light and muffled noised from a nearby hotel drew his attention. He pumped a round into the chamber of his Winchester and headed in that direction.
|Posted by: Jay Nov 22 2006, 11:14 PM|
| With a final loud BLAM!, Jay blew the head off the last zombie on the 4th floor, then sat down and took the time to reload his shotgun. He frowned.
He then shrugged and walked off down the stairs to the third floor. There were no zombies to be seen. Hearing a muffled yelling from one of the rooms, he drew his handgun and opened the door, springing back. It was a man, alive, but with blood running down his arm and leg.
"The bastards..." said the man quietly. His face was ashen. "They bit me..." Jay frowned, and then aimed the gun at the man's head and pulled the trigger.
|Posted by: Patient Zer0 Nov 22 2006, 11:24 PM|
| Thats a shotgun, Kevin thought to himself running up the stairs to the third floor landing just in time to see a man, or what only moments before had been a man, hit the floor blood spurting from the stump of his neck colouring the wall and floor a deep ochre.
"Drop the weapon and put your hands on your head," kevin said leveling his Winchester on the man, "do I look like I'm fucking kidding? Hands up!!"
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 22 2006, 11:41 PM|
| I heard gunshots coming from upstairs, quite a few gunshots actually. I figured that meant that there were a lot of Z's upstairs, which was odd since I hadn't encountered a single one on the first floor. But there wasn't any time to dwell on that when I saw the SUV pull up and a police officer ran inside. I was in a hallway off to the side where it was unlikely he would've seen me, but what worried me was that he ran upstairs.
This is not going to end well... I really need a vacation... I thought to myself. I wasn't actually worried about Jay or Guy, I figured if anyone was in danger it was that cop. If he didn't be careful of what he said he was likely to get himself shot, and was likely to get eaten if he wasn't careful in general.
"Be back in a minute." I said quietly as I turned towards the stairs, turned on the safety of my rifle and ran after that officer.
When I got to the third floor I found myself just behind the officer, he had his weapon pointed towards Jay and was apparently going to try to arrest him. Although one of the two guys up here had probably done something he shouldn't have, this wasn't the time nor the place to be making arrests.
"Excuse me, I think that there's a little bit of a misunderstanding here." I said calmly to the cop aiming at Jay.
|Posted by: Jay Nov 22 2006, 11:46 PM|
|Jay glanced down the Winchester's barrel calmly. "That man there - he had no chance. He'd been bitten by a zombie." He looked at Miller. "Were there any zombies on the first 2 floors?"|
|Posted by: Patient Zer0 Nov 22 2006, 11:49 PM|
| Kevin spun at the sudden sound of someone behind him, "Drop your weapon and place your hands on your head and move slowly towards your friend!"
He tried hard to keep an eye on both of them, however this was made difficult by the fact that they were 180 degrees apart. It obviously made him uneasy as sweat was beginning to bead on his forehead.
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 22 2006, 11:55 PM|
| "Sorry officer but this is now a federal operation, one where dropping my weapon could very well be the end of all of us. And as it stands, if this now deceased man" ...I pointed to the now decapitated fellow on the ground... "was bitten by one of the zombies then he really didn't have any chance considering the fact that the CDC has not restarted production of a vaccine yet." I explained to the officer as I pointed my rifle at the ceiling.
"But anyhow, nothing on the first floor so far, although I thought I heard some of that dreaful moaning on my way past the second floor." I answered to Jay.
|Posted by: Judder Nov 22 2006, 11:56 PM|
|Judder followed the winding hallwayof the first floor, slowly clearing each room as if by reaction. Boom-Ya, A head split like a ripe melon. Judder made his way to the stairwell door and kicked that open. To reveal a serious standoff between some sherriff, miller and Jay.|
|Posted by: Jay Nov 22 2006, 11:59 PM|
| Jay snorted derisively at the cop. He'd dealt with officers like these before.
Look, you can even see the little beads of sweat on his face! Wouldn't it be easy to kill him?
"I don't want to hurt you, but I will. You're afraid, and for good reason. What's to say I can't pop a bullet between your eyes right NOW?"
He punched the policeman in the face and wrenched the gun out of his hands.
"Now, if you're good, you get this back later. There is a zombie infestation around here. If we (my associate and I) are held up in a hallway like this we are of no use to the general populace. Come with us."
He handed the rifle back to the startled man. And walked past Judder, down the stairs.
|Posted by: Patient Zer0 Nov 23 2006, 12:02 AM|
| Kevin stared at the newcomer as though he had just grown a third eye, his jaw aching.
"Zombies?" Kevin said,"What the hell are you talking about, and if your a Federal Agent lets see some credentials."
this isn't happening he thought. He knew vampires were real but this, this was a bit much.
Suddenly, the door to the roof burst open and two men, teenagers really, stumbled in. Both were covered in blood and moaned slightly.
"What the hell," he shouted spinning towards the gore soaked teens and drawing his .357.
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 23 2006, 12:07 AM|
| "Yep, it's zombies alright. And you can see my credentials in a minute, but first..." I said simeltanously as I lowered my rifle, turned off the safety, cocked it, took aim at the teenager on the left and then focused for a second. I took in a breath, continued to compensate my aim as the two drew closer, exhaled, and then I fired. Finally a near perfect shot as the round went right between the zombie's soon to be decaying eyes.
I aimed my rifle to the right at the second zombie, pulled the rifle's lever, and focused.
|Posted by: Jay Nov 23 2006, 12:12 AM|
| Looking around the second floor was easy. Figuring out where the zombies were - also easy. Just follow the moans. Jay put away his GLOCK and pulled out his shotgun again. Hearing banging on a door to his left, he looked through the peephole to see a blood-smeared face with blank eyes banging at the door. Jay stepped back, calculated where the head was, and fired through the door. The resulting pseudo-explosion ripped the zombie's head completely off, as well as sending splinters ricocheing(?) around the room.
"Wow," he muttered. "I've gotta do this more often."
|Posted by: Patient Zer0 Nov 23 2006, 12:12 AM|
| Kevin fired simultaneously. The magnum round struck the reanimant squarely in the forhead. Its head exploded like a watermelon hit with a sledge hammer.
"What the fuck was that?" Kevin shouted.
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 23 2006, 12:16 AM|
|"That sir was a zombie, and probably your first zombie kill. Most people tend to either flee or loose a fight during their first encounter with a zombie. Congratulations on not being a casualty. Now what's your name?" I said and asked the officer as I slung my rifle over my back, reached for my ID with my left and held out my right hand for a shake.|
|Posted by: Jay Nov 23 2006, 12:21 AM|
|"No time!" Jay yelled up at the two men. "Second floor is clear. Better hurry it up if we want to find the source of the zombies, BEFORE they spread out so far they can't be tracked to a specific location!"|
|Posted by: Patient Zer0 Nov 23 2006, 12:22 AM|
| "My name is Kevin Soliday, Deputy Kevin Soliday," he repeated a little shaken at having just shot Mrs. Jordan from the YMCAs son Jacob in the face.
He reached out and shook the man's outstreched hand, glancing briefly at the leather badge case.
"I've seen the movies, 'Removing the head, or destroying the brain,' and all that. What the hell is going on here? I get a report of shots fired and come here to the fucking Wild Bunch shooting up the hotel!"
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 23 2006, 12:41 AM|
| "Alright if the second floor is clear I think that means the whole hotel should be secure." I shouted down to Jay. His conclusion had been right, this definatly wasn't the source of all this trouble and we needed to plug the hydra's head quickly.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Soliday, my name is John Miller. And yes you are indeed correct, remove the head or destroy the brain." I said to the deputy as I put away my ID badge and turned towards the stairs.
It sure had been one hell of a day, my first zombie bust since since my first mission back when I first started the agency about a month prior. I figured the hotel would probably need a secondary check at some point just to be safe, but for now we'd taken care of the majority of the Z's. All that was left was to track this situation to the source which would surely be farther down the highway. And considering how well everybody had performed I figured I'd offer an FVZA job to everyone involved in clearing this mess. Well except Guy, I'd offer him a job but on the condition that he took an anger management lesson or two and was taught a little more respect for the law.
I proceeded down the stairs to meet up with the rest of the zombie hunting team that had been so hastily assembled. Now if only I could figure out what'd happened to that original trucker mob.
|Posted by: Jay Nov 23 2006, 12:46 AM|
|Jay met Miller coming down the steps, and said to him in an undertone, "Yeah, I'd appreciate it if you kinda didn't mention my profession to the cop. I'm a wanted man in a couple of European countries, and I don't want Interpol coming down on my ass about my work."|
|Posted by: Patient Zer0 Nov 23 2006, 12:51 AM|
| "So what do we do now? Leave the bodies? What?" Kevin asked following the FVZA agent down the stairs.
"Where the hell are you going?"
Kevin sat down on the bottom step in front of the hotel. He pulled a pack of Camel lights out of his shirt pocket, produced a Zippo lit the cigarette took a long drag and leaned back, exhaling slowly.
"So let me get this straight," Kevin started much calmer now that their were no Zombies or strange people pointing guns, "You are a federal agent with an agency that hunts vampires and zombies. You're in my town to hunt down the source of an outbreak before it spreads and these," He gestured to the motley crew of people, "are your back up?"
A siren was heard in the distance, the ambulance, Kevin thought.
"Umm... before I came in I called an ambulance, do you have any wounded?"
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 23 2006, 01:18 AM|
| Upon what hearing what Kevin had to say I gave a little laugh. He was right in that my story did seem a tad bit rediculous.
"Heheheh, yeah... weird how this sort of thing happens. You see I was actually on my own in this town out of sheer coincidence, out recruiting people to hunt vampires and zombies. Anyhow shit happens, and sometimes you've got to make the most of what's availible to you..." I say gesturing towards the rest of the group "...and as it stands I'd say the group we have performed quite admirably. Now to answer your question, I think the gentleman over there with the shotgun..." I say pointing at Judder "...may have a slight flesh wound, but I don't think there's anything serious. As for those bodies, those we'll leave to the country coroner to deal with, and I'll file the paperwork as nessesary." I say to answer the deputy.
"Well everyone, congratulations. The immediate threat has been taken care of. Although there's still going to be an operation to clean up the stragglers and others around the area, we should have a few more agents able to come in and take care of that so you all are free to go.
However there is something I'd like to address. Today everyone here served admirably, and as of right now the FVZA is a bit short on men and women to serve. So I'm hereby offering each of you a job as an agent for the Federal Vampire and Zombie Agency." I announce to the group as I finally relax for the first time in a while.
|Posted by: Patient Zer0 Nov 23 2006, 01:29 AM|
| A job?? Is he serious? I got into this business with the hopes of finding the vampire that killed Dad, Kevin thought, why not? It can't pay less than being a sheriffs deputy and lets face it, I'll probably have to deal with fewer drunken hicks this way.
"What's the pay scale?" Kevin asked
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 23 2006, 01:32 AM|
| I hate it when they ask that. It's where I always loose the recruits.
"$25,000 for starters. And although nobody has gotten to that point yet since we're a pretty new agency, there's a $5,000 paycheck improvement for those that stick around for a whole year. I know it doesn't sound like much, but at least you get medical insurance and a pretty nice dental package. Even if the dental package could be dangerous to us in the event you get turned into a vamp." I respond.
|Posted by: Patient Zer0 Nov 23 2006, 01:37 AM|
| "$25,000?!?" Damn, it does pay worse then being a deputy!
"How about equipment, do I have to use one of those .45's or can I keep my Python?"
The Python had been his fathers service revolver, and he considered it his legacy, he had an almost intimate relationship with that gun and viewed it as his only link to his father who had died so brutally oh so many years ago.
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 23 2006, 01:51 AM|
|"For handguns I think the policy is actually pretty lax so you should be able to carry what ever you want. But the .45 is the standard in the event that you don't own a handgun that you'd like to use in the field." I tell Kevin.|
|Posted by: Patient Zer0 Nov 23 2006, 02:06 AM|
| "In that case, sign me up. I could use a change of pace."
Kevin finished his cigarette and ground it out with the heel of his boot.
"So what's the plan then, and where are the drivers of these trucks," I ask guestering the row of vehicles parked outside the diner.
|Posted by: Jay Nov 23 2006, 02:09 AM|
|Jay looked at John Miller with something like a grin on his face. "Sorry, Miller, but I'll pass on the job. Last year I made about three times that on regular... you knows. Anyway, I don't think I'm into officially working for a goverment." He brightened. "I'm always for hire, though, if your agency needs help."|
|Posted by: Arnold Johnston Nov 23 2006, 02:12 AM|
| *Arnold walks over to Miller*
"Here, you can have this back now. *Handing Miller his 1911* I found something else."
*Arnold pulls out the shortened baseball bat that he found in the office*
"I always wanted to feel like a wise guy... maybe like this I can for a minute. So, can I do the FVZA thing part time? I really don't want to give up my job at the dealership, hey, maybe I could work a deal so you guys can buy your SUV's through me, we do have "Up Armor" packages available, but not to the public, they're reserved for government and military only. So what do you say, start with 3 X5 SUV's, I can get you a deal so that you can get them with the sports package plus the "Up Armor" package for about $75,000 a piece. Which is a steal, because with just the sports package they'd be $60,095, and the Up Armor package costs $30,000."
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 23 2006, 02:18 AM|
| "I completely understand. Although as much as I'd like to hire your services, we're a bit short on cash so we'll really only be able to employ you on the equivilent of suicide missions." I said to Jay.
"Now although it's up to the director to make decisions like that, I'm sure he'd be extremely pleased with the deal you're offering us. And we could always use a bit of an expert on automotive issues." I offer to Arnold as I accept my M1911 back.
"Anyhow I'll get you signed up as soon as humanley possible. Although I am kind of curious as to what happened to those truck drivers." I say to Kevin.
|Posted by: Patient Zer0 Nov 23 2006, 02:21 AM|
| "Is this guy fucking serious?" Kevin was incredulous, "We just shot it out with a small herd of the undead and this asshole is trying to sell cars? Soulless piece of shi..." Kevin trailed off noticing that another zombie had shuffled out from behind the diner. He raised his Winchester and carefuly took aim... *click* the gun failed to fire. He quickly examined the shotgun and the pins holding the trigger mechanism hand been removed.
|Posted by: Jay Nov 23 2006, 02:22 AM|
| Jay raised his gun and calmly shot the zombie that Kevin was aiming at.
"Suicide missions? Just remember, Miller, dead men spend no money. You never know, maybe we'll meet again on another job." He paused, fumbling in his pocket. "Speaking of which..." He handed Miller a picture of himself (himself meaning Miller) and shrugged. "My cell number is on the back. Call if you need help sometime."
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 23 2006, 02:30 AM|
| I simply shook my head at Jay's comment, and then figured out why he'd have a picture of me. That's the part where I made a mental note to spend about an hour thanking the Flying Spaghetti Monster for sparing me. And after that I'd spend about an hour thanking God, another hour thanking Allah, another hour thanking Yawah, another thanking Shiva, and an hour and a half thanking Chuck Norris.
"Will do, although it's a shame you didn't have too good of a picture of me. I don't know how you got the same picture as the one on my driver's license, but I was a bit hungover that day." I told Jay.
|Posted by: Patient Zer0 Nov 23 2006, 02:33 AM|
|"Hey asshole," Kevin said to Jay, "can I have the pins to my gun back? You're the only one other than me whose handled it." Kevin shot him a steely glare, how dare that scumbag mess with Betsy.|
|Posted by: Jay Nov 23 2006, 02:37 AM|
| Jay looked at the horrified look on Miller's face and grinned.
He figured it out. Nice.
Turning to Kevin, he handed back the pins to the trigger mechanism.
"I'm truly sorry. I wasn't sure if you were going to blast me in the back of the head with that thing, so I decided to play it safe.
"Miller, could you give me something so that I can do some research in the FVZA archives? You did promise that I'd get the information I needed."
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 23 2006, 02:42 AM|
| And so it was indeed time for me to fulfill my end of the deal. Taking out a check and a pen, I wrote the address of the FVZA HQ and my work number on the back of it, along with filling out the check for $50 dollars.
"Here, that has the address of our HQ and my work number. If you can make it out to D.C. sometime I can give you a guest pass and give you access to what archives we have. And the check should compensate for any ammo expenditures." I tell Jay.
|Posted by: Jay Nov 23 2006, 02:47 AM|
|"Excellent." Jay took the check and grinned. "Let it not be said that you are a dishonest man, Miller. I'll be there in a week or so. In the meantime, however, I have something to arrange. I'll be seeing you in D.C., then."|
|Posted by: Patient Zer0 Nov 23 2006, 02:50 AM|
| "So what do we do now?" Kevin asked Miller
"The staff at the diner looks realitivly un-zombified, well as un-zombified as they as they ever look." Kevin said smiling, "How about coffee."
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 23 2006, 02:50 AM|
| "Farewell and Godspeed." I said as I gave a short wave goodbye to Jay.
All in all I think that I was handling the shock of having a contract taken out on my life pretty well.
OOC: Ok it's about time we wrap this thread up. I'll be taking job acceptances and rejections and such until the end of the week when I'll close this thread as a completed mission.
|Posted by: Patient Zer0 Nov 23 2006, 03:02 AM|
|OOC: Great that was a lot of fun. I will definitly join the FVZA.|
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 23 2006, 03:03 AM|
|OOC: In the case I'll switch the usergroup right way and you can feel free to simply jump into the Death Manor mission as an FVZA agent.|
|Posted by: Jay Nov 23 2006, 03:07 AM|
|OOC: Washington D.C. eh? Shall we do one there after Death Manor is sorted?|
|Posted by: Cyber78 Nov 23 2006, 03:09 AM|
|OOC: I've got a bit of an idea that I'm going to talk to Templar about concerning a pretty neat mission in DC that I've wanted to do for a long time.|
|Posted by: Jay Nov 23 2006, 03:37 AM|
|OOC: Excellent. I can't wait.|
|Posted by: Tsumari Nov 23 2006, 10:38 PM|
|OOC: Sorry, but my computer access is only intermittent at the moment, and I can't keep up with this topic. As much as I'd love to read through 7+ pages and figure out what my character has been doing, assume he took care of any immediate business and got out of there. As for Cyber's compliments on my investigative skills, I'll be sending you an In-Chara private message about that....|
|Posted by: Drunkentiger123 Nov 23 2006, 10:45 PM|
|OOC: I wont be going online much anymore. got a steady job now. i dont work on sundays and somtimes saturdays so i might be able to participate then. Otherwis, Guy Graphon will be lying low for quiet a while.|