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 Operation: Unknown Origin, New Beginnings
Rhodes
Posted: Apr 9 2009, 01:35 PM


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Rhodes and Judder arrive back at the HQ. Getting out of the car, Rhodes strolls over to Meg, as she wiped her hands with a dingy red rag.

"Hey boss, got that bird ready to go. Also, the flight plan was approved. Your all set," the eager young mechanic said with a grin.

"Awesome," he replied simply, turning in his course towards the chopper.

Making the preliminary checks like a trained professional, Rhodes gets into the helio and fires up the engine. As the aircraft purrs to life, he checks all the controls and makes sure they feel right to him before slowly lifting off after informing the local tower of his takeoff.

Buzzing into the air, Rhodes flew around for an hour or so. After testing the aircrafts capabilities, he returned to the HQ and landed the chopper onto the heli-pad. The rotor blades whirred down slowly as he disembarked and walked back into the hangar.

"Nice job. Feels great. Ready to start training the recruits on," the vampire complimented before sitting down at his desk and getting a clipboard with a list of flight trainee names.


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Posted: Apr 9 2009, 08:09 PM


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((I'm putting Ray in the situation and adding some depth. He just didn't really feel like a person before. Sorry if teh times aren't realistic, I'm a not a good judge of time. ))

4:27 A.M. Central Time (Leaving Dodge City, Kansas)
Ray looked out the window of the plane. He was, luckily, not alone in his seat, but with his girlfriend, Sam. They sat in one row, the other seat empty. They had been going strong for a few months now, and had even been thinking about marriage. He was taking her to see his mom and dad in Dallas, to see what they thought. He and Sam were happy but tired. He closed his eyes and slept.

5:49 A.M. Central Time (Somewhere over Southern Oklahoma or Northern Texas)

Ray woke up. Sam was still asleep, her head in his lap. He started playing with herhair and she opened her eyes.
"Yes?" She asked sleepily. "We're almost there. Maybe 10 minutes. I'm not sure." Ray replied.
She sat up and put her head on his shoulder.
"You do know you'll have to ask my dad to marry me" She said slyly.
Ray sighed, "I know, but he hates me."
She smiled brushed hair out of Ray's eyes "He doesn't hate you, he just thinks you're immature."
"I know, I know." He said, sitting up. The seat belt light dinged and he put it on.
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Posted: Apr 12 2009, 05:13 AM


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((*cough* Umm....Hello?))
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Judder
Posted: Apr 13 2009, 03:15 AM


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Judder gets outta the car, and begins working one of the old cars, using some skill

and a whole lot of luck he manages to get three working cars done within the day

and night's time.

The shop's phone rings and Judder answers it.

"Motor Pool, Judder speaking....Yeah hang on a minute."

Judder puts the phone down and pokes his head into Rhode's office.

"Hey those guys we talked to, they wanna talk on the phone outside."

Judder shrugs, "I honestly thought he wasn't gonna call"


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Rhodes
Posted: Apr 13 2009, 01:24 PM


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Rhodes glances up from a training guide post dated from the nixon admin.

"Handle it will ya. You pretty much know what we need if the SHTF. I gotta get these meatsacks on some air time. Oh, and I prefer sleeper cars Jud...no reason advertising," Rhodes replied as he
picked up the phone and punch a three digit number.

"Yeah, Rhodes here, send Ray to the hangar asap. He's due to for flight training."

He hung the phone up with a slam before spinning in his chair and yelling, "HEY MEG! Get on the jet next. I need that bird flight ready before Friday !!"



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Posted: Apr 15 2009, 10:04 PM


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QUOTE (Rhodes @ Apr 13 2009, 08:24 AM)
"Yeah, Rhodes here, send Ray to the hangar asap.

((Ray's off duty. They cut him because He was such a low rank.))

Ray checked into the hotel. It had been a long flight, and he was practically carrying Sam. They were REALLY tired.
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Posted: Apr 18 2009, 07:53 PM


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((Someone else post dang it!))
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Abnet
Posted: Apr 19 2009, 03:19 AM


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(OOC: I know Leon wasn't called down for flight training but for the sake of moving things along I'm sending him down.)

After organizing all of his gear in the armory and moving the rest of his stuff into the office portion of the building Leon was sitting in his cubicle nearly falling asleep, somewhat due to the fact that he was tired but mostly because he was bored out of his mind. Stopping bioterrorists and saving the world from zombies was one of the most fun jobs he'd ever had but all of the paperwork that needed to be done afterword made him want to kill himself from boredom.

Leon was just about to slip into an afternoon nap when his phone rang.

A woman's voice was on the other line. "Agent Stevens?"
"Yeah, this is him."
"You're needed at the airstrip. Report to Agent Rhodes for flight training."
"Right. Tell him I'm on my way."

Leon hung up the phone and quickly slammed a mug of coffee before heading out to the airstrip.

He walked onto the airstrip and saw Rhodes standing in a hangar full of planes and helicopters. They greeted each other with a simple nod and Leon looked around at the vehicles in the hangar and back to Rhodes.

"So what are we starting with?"


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Rhodes
Posted: Apr 20 2009, 12:17 PM


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Rhodes looked at Leon with a quizzical look.

"Yeah, stupid paperwork said Ray was still listed as "active". Dunno what the hells up here, but since your here... get in that chopper there and put the headset on," Rhodes replied as he pointed at the black and red stripped helio before getting in.

"First, headsets. I've already done the preflight saftey checks. We'll worry bout that shit later. Right now i need you to be able to get this thing off the ground, navigate, and land without killing yourself or anyone else. Pay attention cuz im only going thru this once," the vamp said firmly as he flipped a series of switchs labeled 1 thru 11.

After getting the nimble helicopter in the air, Rhodes looked at Leon and instructed him to take the stick.



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Posted: Apr 20 2009, 06:52 PM


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Leon had learned alot of different skills over his life but flying a helicopter wasn't one of them so he payed attention as Rhodes controlled the chopper and tried to remember all of the important bits: basic movement, what the buttons do, and everything like that.

When his time came to take the controls he got off to a shakey start (both literally and figuratively) but soon enough he had the basics down. He took the chopper around the building a couple of times and landed it on the helipad with little more trouble and stepped out of the cockpit.

He dropped the keys in Rhodes' hand.

"What's next?"


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Rhodes
Posted: Apr 21 2009, 10:59 AM


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Rhodes caught the keys and nodded, making notes on a small clipboard he'd brought along. Nodding and um'hmm'ing as he'd check marked.

"Not bad. We didnt die, crash or get fined by the FAA. We'll move onto the jet as soon as Meg has it flight ready. Meantime, here's your flight ready approval for the helio. I think you need to take it to some office somewhere and have it filed....or some stupid shit. IF we ever get called out on active, don't worry bout the 'red tape' bullshit...just grab gear and move," said Rhodes with a heavy bit of sarcasm as he handed Leon a small piece of transfer paper.


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Posted: Apr 22 2009, 12:40 AM


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Miller exited the FVZA's headquarters with a pair of duffel bags in hand and strode over to the flightline at the local airport the FVZA was using as an airstrip. He began loaded the bags on to one of the planes and then called out on the radio, "Foxtrot five, aircraft 121. Requesting a pilot, over."


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Posted: Apr 22 2009, 07:31 PM


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((OOC: TIME for ASS KICKIN KIDS !! FAST FORWARD TIME!!!))


::1 year forward::

Dallas, TX - USA - North America
Rats infected with a new breed of zombie virii have emerged. Much like the black plague in europe, the rats carried the seeds of destruction in the form of fleas and ticks. But the bioweapon was much more potent than antcipated. The disease was meant originally to lay dormant, as a form of bioterrorism to extort billions of dollars in ransom for the cure. Underestimation was the root of many a folly.

The rats spread thru the city, infecting other vermin which then moved thru the metropolitan sewers into homes and business. The low income were the first to succumb and cause the powderkeg to ignite. The fleas bite the infected rats which then became carriers. The disease mutated in the rats somehow...scientists today are unsure what the cause for mutation started. But they all agree, a mutation occured and turned the diseases dormancy switch from off to hyper active. Excrement, fluid, feces, bites, saliva, anything coming into contact with the carrier would become infected almost instantly.
From then the time from infection to death was less than 8 hours. Post mortem, the diseases true effect manifested within 24 hours. Animated undead!!

The CDC (Center for Disease Control) became aware of a possible epidemic among the low income area hospitals and clinics when patients with flu like symptoms would die after several minutes of convulsions. The disease immediately began replicating and attacking every major organ, with the brain being the last to fall in series. From then the virus switched to more like a bacteria and started to 'rewire' the brains of the host. Antibiotics were useless. The disease was designed to ignore any man-made drugs.
After 2 months, the CDC was alerting the US Government about an obvious epidemic of unknown origins. The government responded by dispatching a team of medical experts and scientists to gather data. They never returned. Dallas within 3 months of outbreak had become overrun with undead.
The government in the following months tried to quarantine the epidemic. However, they were unawares of the method by which the disease was spreading. As rats infected other rats, bred more carriers, the disease moved from state to state, into Mexico and down as far as the Panama Canal.
Whole populations were wiped out within 48 hours of an infected carrier arriving.
Quarantines only slowed the spread by a few weeks. Walking dead, highly infectious and aggressive with heightened senses of smell and hearing, were moving outward as all living creatures were consumed.

After 10 months of a losing battle, the final act of the US government before Washington DC fell to the hordes of undead, was to empower the FVZA with military power and funding to stop the spread to other countries.
All agents, regardless of status was given full authority to deal with the new threat. This included mechanics, admins, secretarys, even the janitors were armed and given government clearance to dispatch the undead.

Little good that did. Severly out numbered and still underfunded, due to all the dollars bled out thru failed military spending...the FVZA moved its base to a more fortified and secure location labeled FVZA PRIME, just off the Mississippi River where a hydro plant had been converted to an impregnable fortress against the undead army ravaging the North American continent. A makeshift airstrip nearby had been reinforced with highly electric fences, mounted gun towers, and heavy machinery to push and/or bury the undead.

The agency now had to primary functions...supply and keep the remaining human colonies alive until scientists abroad could come up with a cure or antibody...and erradicate the zombie threat altogether.

May all they do not be in vain.

"Rhodes to base, on approach vector Victor 9er, 9er, copy."

"This is base, you have a green light for supply drop, over."

Rhodes piloted his modified apache helo in and expertly moved the stick, bring the chopper into a hover above a fortified community surrounded by tall thick concrete walls. Pressing several buttons, a crate loaded with ammo and food supplies was lowered. Afterwards, the vamp agent manuevered the chopper in a clockwise manner and began sweeping the outskirts for any movement.

"Base to Rhodes, any zed activity out there, over."

"Not much base. Had a lil pocket moving along the I-75, but i chopped them with the 30mm guns. Gonna have to restock my bat before the next run, over."

After returning to FVZA Prime, Rhodes hopped out of the chopper and saw Meg standing at the edge of the heli pad waiting on him with a clip board.

"Seen some action huh? I see your 50 cal. guns are empty," she said making a note on the paper.

"Yup. 30's are low too. I used my last hellrocket on a big horde of the fuckers back over birmingham. Just looked up when i dropped it on em. Boom. How's the other units?" he asked as he walked towards the building.

Meg's face scrunched up after the tall vampires question, "We lost Gamma 3," she said stopping, waiting for the inevitable.

"What?! Wait lemme guess...south fucking wall? We told them time and time again that the friggin lil pissant deep creek would not hold them back if the river dropped more than a couple feet. Stupid morons," Rhodes fumed before continuing on his way.

"That's not the worst of it," Meg said somewhat slowly...knowing the 'bad' news would set off the agent, "we lost Zulu team."

Rhode's froze in his tracks, "What?! What the fuck you mean we lost them?"

"They were making a supply drop at Gamma when the river dropped and the zeds broke thru the outer wall. They tried to push them back, but...didnt make it," Meg reported as her voice lowered.

"GOD DAMN IT I HATE FUCKING ZOMBIES!" the vamp bellowed before entering the building, nearly ripping the doors from their hinges.

After a shower, Rhodes had cooled down slightly from receiving the bad news. He had reported to the briefing room to meet with the rest of the agency.

"...and so our scientists have came out with the latest version of serum. Problem is we've run out of test cases. We need fresh, no pun intended, subjects. Which is why we're having Victory and Xray team go on a seek and capture mission. 5 subjects should suffice for trials," a man over an intercom reported.

Several agents in the room groaned while others breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone knew the most dangerous mission was trying to capture a highly contagious, infectious, rotting, animated corpse. That's why the send in the vamp squad 99% of the time. Xray squad was Rhodes own hand picked band of agents. Victory was the highly decorated FVZA (human) based unit in the agency.

Rhodes cleared his throat, "What's the op area?"

The comm squawked, "South Chicago."

Frowning, Rhodes looked at the rest of his team and Victory, "Chicago? I thought they were quarantined and otherwise cut off?"

"That was the case. There was a slight breech thru one of the outposts. The government there reported new sightings. Best place for fresh infected," the voice on the other side instructed.

"Off to the windy city we go then boys, saddle up," said Rhodes with a grin.

((Ok..fromm here the SHTF.))


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Posted: Apr 23 2009, 01:50 AM


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Six months after the outbreak...

John Miller was sipping on a glass of water, trying to relax as he tried to get through the meeting he was in. Miller then adjusted the positioning of his nameplate on the table that read John Miller, Zombie Control Specialist. He was in a large conference room sitting near the head of the table. The room was darkened with lights only above the table itself and the glow of large television screens throughout the room broadcasting channels all the main news channels.

Seated at the head of the table was an older man in a suit with thinning gray hair on his head and a weathered expression on his face. His nameplate indicated him as Mr. Davis, Chairman of the Omega Council. He was the one who led meetings within the clandestine Omega Agency, an organization that had until now been dedicated the concept of an American led New World Order.

Mr. Davis addressed the other men and women at the meeting, twenty one agents in positions of substantial influence from across the US government and private sector, "Special Agent Miller, would you please explain your take on the situation."

Miller took another sip of water and began, "I hate to say it, but at this point all signs are pointing towards zombies overrunning the entire United States within anywhere from four to six months. The Eastern states are steadily going and their loss is pretty much guaranteed, the rural areas are slowly but surely being overtaken faster than the local hunting parties can work. While we're holding the major cities through mass amounts of resources they're all going to inevitably fall while in the mean time we're rapidly loosing the small cities. The Great Plains are also falling apart as a result of a lack of attention being paid to those states. The Pacific Coast is falling apart as well much like the East is, I predict we'll loose that too in due time. However on the upside the Rocky Mountains are still reasonably clear and I predict that they will remain so, hence I recommend keeping our headquarters here at Denver International Airport. Denver will probably be one of the last cities to fall so an evacuation of the Omega Agency to the bunker should have little complications."

Mr. Davis then said, "Thank you sir, now if we could hear from our chief nuclear adviser..." motioning towards General West, Commander, USAF Global Strike Command.

The general simply said, "As you all know, at the last meeting we ruled out the use of nuclear weapons in the interests of preventing survivors from surviving zombies only to die of fallout. However as our men and women in the intelligence community have discovered, the rest of the uninfected world hasn't made the same choice. Evidence is suggesting that the European Union, the Russian Federation, and the People's Republic of China are strongly considering laying waste to all of North America as soon as they feel that we've lost the ability to counter attack with our own arsenal. Therefore in order to prevent a nuclear war from making things any worse we'll need to maintain full security of our nuclear arsenal. This shouldn't be too difficult though since most of it is concentrated in areas such as North Dakota, Montana, and on submarines that are at very little risk."

Mr. Davis then said, "Excellent, now if we could hear from our Black Ops chief..."

Sitting next to Agent Miller on his left was a man in his fifties with streaks of gray hair starting to appear in his hair. He had a thick mustache, steel gray eyes, and spoke with a commanding voice. This was the mysterious man using the codename John Doe Sr.. His name plate read Jason Miller, Black Operations Chief.

He said to the room, "As you are all aware, our initial attempt to contain this infection within the Dallas-Fort Worth area was a catastrophic failure. The forces at work behind the attack went to great lengths to cover up the fact that this was not in fact a strain that we were accustomed to dealing with. Believing it to be the standard Human Zombie Virus we had assumed that it would act within predictable parameters. However as we're all away this strain is highly infectious and works much quicker, but unlike other similarly virulent diseases such as Ebola it does not kill its victims outright, therefore it does not burn itself out in the manner Ebola mercifully does. Had we known this we would not have attempted to keep the federal government in the dark for as long as we had. For the time being we still do not have a positive ID on the group that supplied the attackers with this particular strain. However we have found some evidence suggesting that there was a meeting with an unknown contact in Zimbabwe, given the difficulty of investigating much of anything at the moment we have allies from the United Kingdom working on that lead at the moment. We're hoping that if we can trace the laboratory responsible for the creation of this strain we might be able to use our remaining resources to secure or infiltrate the lab and gather data that could possibly lead to a vaccine.

Mr. Davis then stated, "Thank you, and now finally I'll give a bit of what I have to say. For starters, I think it's safe to say that our original goals are now a bit unrealistic, instead what we need to do is focus our resources entirely on America surviving as a nation. Perhaps in the future a rebuilt America will be stronger and have a better chance of implementing our vision for humanity. But until then, the Omega Agency must work behind the scenes to ensure that there will be an America. Your orders are to return to your official duties and carry on as normal, Black Operations teams will be assigned to keep the rest of the world out of our affairs. The last thing we need is a UN led invasion of the US that leads to us being the puppet of a Chinese superpower."



That was six months ago. Now a year after Outbreak Zero of the new strain Agent John Miller found himself in an organization hardly resembling the one it did only a year ago. No longer did he wear a suit with a fedora hat. No longer would he investigate the undead over the course of days in largely human environments with a pistol in hand. Now here he was dressed in full fatigues carrying an assault rifle and hazmat gear everywhere.

He was in the briefing room when the orders came down for a mission to capture live fresh zeds in Chicago. While hardly his idea of a fun mission the Chicago area was at least reasonably familiar to him. He said to the others in the room, "I'm taking Victory team on this little trip, we can't let the vamps have all glory."


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Posted: Apr 24 2009, 12:09 PM


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((OOC: dude thats a killer write up on alt. perspective...!!!!))

Rhodes glanced over at Miller. He never fully trusted anyone...vamp or otherwise.
However, this one in particular, he trusted even less. Something ever so 'shift' about Miller set all of Rhodes' senses on end.

"Glory? What glory is found in capturing undead shambling former meatsacks?" Rhodes said sarcastically.

"If it hadn't been for the braintrust up the ladder saying "nukes woulda coulda mutated" these rotten bastards even further...I'd be flying a bombing run across the country right now. But no...now we're playing catch up...again," he added further, with bitterness filling his powerful deep voice.

Standing up, kicking his chair back with a metal on metal screech, the vampire agent turned and walked away before the commanding voice dismissed the assembly.

Hours later, Rhodes met with Meg to see if his chopper had be restocked.

"Yeah, i got her all locked and loaded up boss. 50's, 30 mils', even found a couple rockets to slap in there," Meg said as she tossed the keys to Rhodes who had a duffle bag slung across his bag.

"Great job. If you live thru this another year, I'll see about a raise," joked the agent as he opened the chopper door wearing his black spec op jumpsuit, armed to the teeth.

Meg just laughed shaking her head and walked away as team Xray assembled just inside the hangar.

"Alright listen up and listen good. We're flying from here to Fort Mobic. We refuel, then on to our target area. There is a secured highrise building where we'll land our bird. Then...its bag'em and tag'em. Humans will basically be acting as bait...more or less whether they like it or not. Our job is to secure 5 zeds. We'll have net guns," Rhodes instructed as he looked over the small team of bloodsucking agents.

"What about the gel-foam?" asked a particularly new recruit.

"Shits useless and degrades too quick for this trip. We net em and then zip'em in the carbonfiber bags. Wouldn't want any of the shit stains coming out on us mid-flight. Alright, stow your gear and saddle up," Rhodes replied as he hopped in the pilots seat.

Thinking to himself, Rhodes had calculated flight times and distances as he slipped on the headset.

"Xray 1 to tower, Xray 1 departing in 10, over."

"Tower to Xray 1. Roger that. Good to go, repeat xray 1 good to go...over."

Rhodes flipped the birds cockpit switches and the motor churrned to life.


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Meanwhile in the back of one of the Blackhawk helicopters carrying half of Victory team, the human agents were fully stocked on gear. Miller in particular had ensured he would be fully prepared for the mission. He had on most of his chemical warfare gear, waiting until they were in the hostile zone before putting on his gasmask and donned the hood. Holstered on his side was his M1911 with a longslide barrel, strapped too his right leg was his knife, and strapped to his back was a short sword with an eighteen inch blade known as the Rugger. In his hands he held his rucksack with his scoped M14 rifle.

One of the agents, Stanton said, "Man, is it just me or is there something not right about the vampires on X-Ray team?"

Miller responded, "You mean aside from the fact that they never accept an invite to the beach on a bright summer day? Because yeah, that's a little weird. I even told them there would be Corona."

"No, I mean why all of a sudden is a vampire hunting agency working with vampires. Something isn't right." Said Stanton.

"We've been working with them for quite a while now. We negotiated an agreement with them, priorities for both of us changed. Besides, they'll make good bait on this gig. They just don't know it yet." Said Miller.

Stanton said, "I still get the feeling like they're plotting something, like they're just working their way into position so they can betray us later. I'll bet they'll try something funny on this mission."

Miller simply though to himself, If only you knew what happened back in Dallas.



Elsewhere in the South China Sea aboard CVN-65, the aircraft carrier USS Enterprise, a black operations group had just returned from their latest mission. The team belonging to the Omega Agency known as Nightmare Force had a few days ago infiltrated a laboratory in the People's Republic of China. For this mission they had been joined by the agency's black ops chief, Jason Miller, who had formerly led Nightmare Force prior to his promotion. The leader check his messages and found one from the Omega's contact within the FVZA, "Will be in Chicago on mission. Find anything at the lab?"

The leader sent a message back stating, "Pick me up a pizza while you're there. Lab infiltration confirmed that PLA special forces picked up some sort of hazmat one week prior to delivery to a white male suspected to have been involved in attack on Dallas. Timeline fits and the lab was without a doubt running a clandestine bio-warfare program for the PLA. No evidence of any sort of vaccine, but we have a possible lead on another lab in N. Korea that we plan to investigate next."


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Ray hopped the fence, Sam barely a second behind him. He popped one of his last grenades and chucked it behind him. The group of zombies behind him exploded into a shower of guts and gore. He slid into the apartments entrance, nearly hitting the blast door when Gregory opened it. He fired at the few zeds behind Sam as she ducked in, just before Gregory slammed the 3 inch thick steel door. He went three doors down and walked in the room on his right. He threw his backpack on the table and Sam followed suit.
"What'cha get?" Gregory asked, leaning against the door frame as Ray and Sam collapsed on the couch.
"14 boxes of 9 mm rounds, 6 boxes .12 gauge shotgun shells, 7 .22 boxes, and 4 boxes of .357 Magnum rounds." Ray said, setting them out as he said their names.
"And you Samantha?" Gregory asked.
"It's Sam, Greg. Sammy at worst. Don't be so fucking formal." Sam said.
Gregory sighed but asked again "What did you get Sam?"
Sam sat up and opened her bag. "6 cans of peaches, a box of fish sticks, some onions from a garden, a pound of frozen fish, and 3 packs of crackers."
"Damn it, it's getting hard to get stuff. You to look exhausted. Get cleaned up and go to bed." Gregory ushered them out and lied down. Life was hard.

Ray and Sam had been in Dallas when the outbreak happened. They fortified their selves were they were in the beginning, but decided to move later on. They made it to a Chinese Restaurant, where they found three other survivors. Gregory, a former stock broker, had been the leader of that group, and was actually very likeable. The other two were Jim, a security guard, who was actually a bit of a coward. And Victoria, Gregory's wife. They together made their way to the apartment they were currently in, which they had also used lights at the top to attract other survivors. They currently had 10 more people, including a doctor, Dr. Yates. He was basically their medic. Their life was tough, and it consisted of finding food, ammo, and fighting off zombies. But they were alive at least.
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Posted: Apr 25 2009, 10:36 PM


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Wow, I repeated words a lot last post. I think my skills are getting a little rusty. OR have I always written like that? Hmm....))
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Posted: Apr 27 2009, 11:37 AM


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As the apache piloted by Rhodes left the refuel point, the comm's radio blipped a moment. The vamp-agent turned the mic up and held his earpiece a little bit tighter.

"Radio check? Over."

Radio silence.

"Anyone on this frequency channel? This is agent Xray 1, do you copy?"

Radio popped and crackled a few times.

"Anyone else catch that?" asked Rhodes over his shoulder.

Several other vamp agents just shook there heads...except Brad... his eyes were closed and a strained look was on his face.

The radio cracked one time with static, and then a faint voice broke in.

"....us...please...almost...out of...door.." the radio went silent.

Rhodes dropped in altitude, hoping to get a better signal.

"This is Xray 1, say again, over."

"...help us...breaking...defense down...wont last another...please help!", came the voice over the radio.

"Sup boss? Sounds like we got some straggling survivors in need of help," said Brad as he glanced out the helio door.

"I know what i heard. We're full up here tho. We'd have to either leave some of you behind or dump gear...any of those two options sound appealing?" replied Rhodes as he began an infrared scan search of the surrounding area.

The other vamps on the team just shook their heads without answering.

"Thought so. Find them so we can assess their situation," said the pilot as he got a faint reading on the scanner display.

"Xray 1 to Victory, have possible survivor contact 4.9 clicks north by north west of refuel station. You boys got any room? Xrays all full of vamp and gear, over?" radioed Rhodes to his sister gunship.


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Posted: Apr 27 2009, 11:05 PM


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OOC: Sorry bout not being on, had a rush for school. Any way i can get in on the fun?)


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