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Post by thapunkpred15 on Aug 16, 2009 20:52:56 GMT -5
(Haha, I had that happen to me before)
Clyde watched Bonnie postion herself behind the couch. He turned his attention to the borded wall. He quickly turned his attention to Bonnie. "What the hell are we goin' to do!?" he asked. He picked up the puppy. Following Bonnie behind the couch.
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Post by the lonely soldier 714 on Aug 17, 2009 0:04:53 GMT -5
Fox had taken hours to gather food, water, tarps, rope, and a bunch of other items from the store, and the horn was still blaring it's awful sound. He had made sure that the exits were locked and barricaded as well with the front entrance and any other entrance that was in the store. Fox stood on the left side of front door, counting twenty duffel bags of food, fifth-teen book bags of rope, thirty duffel bags of tarp, two camping back packs of camping essentials(Lanterns, MREs and freeze dried foods, Etc.) There was still more he needed and that could wait til' morning.
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Post by LoneWolf on Aug 18, 2009 19:34:57 GMT -5
A light rain fell softly onto the windshield of Abram Wittaker's Apache AH Mk 1 Attack Helicopter. Moving at an even 270 km/h, even light precipitation seemed like they were cruising through a storm. Precipitation furiously pelted the windshield, causing Abram's commanding officer, Joseph Barnum to curse under his breath.
"How long before we reach land?" Abram muttered, focusing on the Apaches controls. Keeping his gaze forward, Joe answered.
They had left the Aircraft Carrier The Impermeable about 5 minutes ago with two other Apaches, but the silence elongated it into an eternity. Their job, help cleanse London of all infected humans. So the three Attack Helicopters soared high above the rocking waves, making their presence known with the two headlights strapped to their underbelly, and loosing a guttural roar with their rotary blades.
"Any time now." Joe muttered
"What if those things get us?" Abram whispered, frightened, reminding Joe of a scared child crying for his mother because of the monster in his closet. Joe supposed that this virus created a new monster that would live on in people's nightmares for eons to come. But this plague is real, and may consume all of mankind. He shivered at the thought, and ejected it from his thoughts.
"In here? We'll be out of their reach." Joe promised. Just as he finished, London came into view, and before long the three Helicopters were in the heart of London, spread out at least several streets, prowling London separately.
After searching a full block, Abram and Joseph found something. The spotlight stabbed through the darkness, stopping at a dead body in the middle of the street. At least, it looked dead at first. It seemed as if it was lying down, but upon further inspection, Abram could tell it was just keeling over something. It was feasting. The Caucasian male stood, alerted by the bright white light, and faced the Apache. Blood streamed from the creatures mouth, canine blood. At its feet was a decapitated St. Bernard, it large ribcage ripped apart, its internal organs, or what remained of them, was spread across the pavement.
Without thinking twice, Abe squeezed the trigger on his control joystick. In response, the M230 chain gun fired a burst of 30mm at 805 m/s at the lone zombie. Chunks of pavement jumped into the air in front of the creature, each round blowing a nice hole in the ground. Each bullet grew closer to its mark, until the creature’s stomach exploded. Crimson intestines streamed from the gaping whole. The monster looked down at its wound, amazed at what happened, then growled at the aerial vehicle. One more burst from the Chain gun silenced the beast.
"This is Abe, calling fellow Apaches. The first kill belongs to me. Over and out." Abram spoke into the radio receiver in his helmet.
Then, one more of the creatures emerged from the darkness, its eyes full of primal anger, and its gait awkward. Then 3 more to its flank, then 7, then 23. After that, Abe lost count, and squeezed the trigger.
Countless bodies fell after the first barrage, and even more bronze casings littered the ground. He quickly checked his ammo count. It read: 1003. More of them kept racing at the Helicopter leaping at it maniacally, roaring as they did so. How idiotic! Abe thought, as he mowed down those dumb enough to wander too close. More bodies were shredded. Limbs fell to the ground; blood pooled around the corpses; shells fell constantly from the M230.
Once Abe and Joe were down to 700 on the Chaingun, Abe finally stopped firing. He thought he saw movement on the roof of the houses. Joe must have seen it too, because he swung the Apache over to where Abe thought he saw movement. The headlights revealed some of the infected's intentions. Several of them stood hungrily atop a chimney. Even Abe's lightning fast reflexes couldn't react in enough time. The undead closest to them leapt right for the Apache.
Aw Hell. Joe hadn't raised the Helicopter high enough to avoid the zombie. It rocketed toward Joe and Abram, its mouth soaked in blood. Fortunately, the rotary blades decapitated the creature. Unfortunately, the Apache lost some of its life-preserving altitude, plus, the rest of the mindless creatures followed suit, climbing the same house, like maggots to a fresh carcass.
Joe quickly reversed, so nothing would endanger them. At least that they could see, anyways. Abram tapped a small red button on the roof of the joystick with his thumb. In correspondence, a Hellfire missile ejected from its niche, racing towards the infested building, with a smoke trail not far behind, crashing into the buildings interior. A split-second later, the house and its occupants were enveloped in a 20-foot mushroom cloud. Fiery bits of flesh and wood arced downwards, crashing into the ground.
Abe was about to smile and pat Joseph on the back when he felt a thud on the back of the Attack Helicopter. Every semi-optimistic thought that jogged through his mind vanished.
"What was that?" Joe asked instinctively, even though deep down, he knew what it was. They both did. The bloody face that greeted them from outside Joe's window was only a confirmation of their fears. How this thing was clinging to a Helicopter was beyond Abe. For a moment, the male stared malignantly at Joe. He must be hungry.
Without further hesitation, the creature brought back its fist, and hammered the thick glass. When the only effect was that every bone in his hand shattered, he slammed his head into the glass. This time, the glass cracked. Spider web fractures extended outwards from the point of impact. The attackers' forehead was bloody, with skin peeled away. The creature was injured, but otherwise undeterred.
“Hand me my MP!” Joe roared as the person outside reared their head back for another swing. Abe swiftly snatched the UMP45 from its perch atop Joe’s other weapons, and held it out for his comrade.
Everything moved in slow motion for Joseph as he reached for the handle of his weapon. It seemed as if he were underwater, his hand moving forward slowly. The creature’s head moved just as slow as its bloodied cranium connected with the window, shattering the section of glass inward that he struck. His fingers inched around the handle of his Heckler & Koch Machine Pistol. The creature lunged for his neck, its already bloody maw opening.
Joe saw his life flash before his eyes. He saw his wife, Tracy, and his 6-week old son, Jordan. And he knew he would never see them again. But he would take this bastard with him. Joe ripped the firearm from Abe’s hands just as his attacker locked his teeth around Joe’s neck, and jerked at it violently. Joe yelped, as blood spewed from his wound. Moving the barrel of his firearm under the infected’s chin, he pulled the trigger.
Abram took control of the Apache as Joe dealt with the invader, moving her out of London’s heart, towards The Impermeable. Abram turned to his friend in just enough time to see the crimson brain matter spray from the attackers skull, and paint the roof. He was about to congratulate Joe when he saw the large bloodstain on his commander’s right shoulder.
“This is Apache Delta to The Impermeable. Are you their Impermeable?” Abram asked worriedly through the headset. Almost immediately a crackle of white noise rushed through the earpiece. Then, the crackle of static ceased, and was replaced by the staccato of gunfire. A lump formed in the veteran’s throat.
“Hello, is anyone there?” He pleaded. Finally, a voice broke through the noise.
“This is Colonel Torn to Apache Delta. Divert to nearest fallback point. Repeat: Divert to nearest fallback point until Rage virus is purged from The Impermeable. Over and out.” A gruff voice commanded. Abe couldn’t believe it. Somehow it had spread to the Aircraft Carrier. How could someth-
Joe growled menacingly at the other pilot. Abe turned to see a shell of what once use to be his comrade. In Joe’s stead was a snarling creature that just had a striking resemblance to his friend. He didn’t want to believe it, but his commander was now infected. The creature roared, writhing in his seat, trying desparately to wring Abrams neck. Removing his restraints with one hand while controlling the Apache with the other, he was able to escape Joe's flailing arms.
Abe knew what he had to do. What used to be Joseph would surely kill Abe if given the chance. So he flipped up the cover of the velcro holster at his waist, and drew his Desert Eagle, leveling it at his old friend. Joe had been his friend for years, and Abe felt a single tear roll down his face as he leveled his weapon at the mangy creature. He was about to fire when Joe slapped his hand. Hard. Instead of shooting Joe, he discharged the firearm into the Apache’s controls. Immediately, smoke rolled from the console, sending the Attack Helicopter into a downward spiral. Abe tried again, this time not hesitating. He aimed and fired. Joe roared in pain as the back of his skull erupted outwards in a hail of brain matter and dark blood. As Abe’s only friend died, he slouched against his seat; his blank eyes staring sadly back at Abe, forcing the remaining pilot to turn back to the Apache’s controls.
Then began the ravenous race to slip on his safety belt with one hand, while fighting the control yoke with the other, all the while he plummeted to his demise. Finally, he got both straps around his shoulders, and took a split second to use both hands to clip them together. Next, he looked out the window to see he the ground spinning up towards him at a perilous rate. He was going to crash. But he persisted with the yoke, even as it threatened to jerk out of his grasp.
And in a split second, he was thrown back into his seat, and then hurled forward just as quickly. It felt as if his internal organs were bouncing around his ribcage, and his stomach was lodged in his throat as he was jerked side to side. Finally, all exterior movement ceased. It had felt like an eternity, and then some to the pilot. But it was over. Both his pistol and Joe’s UMP45 were still in the cockpit, but Joe’s arms and one leg were twisted at unnatural angles in his seat. The fight had just begun.
Then reality struck him harder than any crash landing he’d experienced. Those things must have heard him crash. They would be surrounding him in any minute now. He had to get as far away from this thing as he could.
Quickly removing his restraints, he grabbed the Desert Eagle, slid it into his holster. Next he grabbed the Assault Vest and all the UMP45 ammo Plus Abe’s MP5N and ammunition. He utilized the weapons’ straps and slid both firearms across his shoulder. He had 7 pockets on his Assault Vest. That meant he had enough to carry fourteen clips, two clips in each pocket. So he had enough to carry 6 clips of both machine pistols, and two clips for his Desert Eagle. Next, he grabbed a survival back filled with MRE.’s, flares, and boxes of extra ammo.
Deciding he was ready, he kicked out the windshield, and then scampered outside. He had landed in someone’s livingroom. At least he was concealed. But he couldn’t stay here. Moving quickly, he stepped over his comrade’s corpse, and exited the building. UM45 ready, Abe moved through the dark streets, sticking to the shadows, his olive drab flightsuit keeping him decently camouflaged.
He was on the outskirts of town, he realized as he came up to a Hunting store. Though no gun store had ever had a van driven through the front. From the looks of it, there was probably a conflict in the vehicle to make it crash. But around the van were some hastily erected planks to make a temporary wall. With that in mind, Abram clicked off the safety of his UMP45. He had to hold out here for a while. It had weapons and ammo plus food that would last him a while. It was probably fate he would stumble upon such a store.
Moving close to the barricade, he knocked gently, saying, “This is Lance Corporal Abram Wittaker, if anyone is listening, I mean no harm. Is anyone there?” Abram desperately hoped for a human response.
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Post by the lonely soldier 714 on Aug 20, 2009 0:17:25 GMT -5
Fox could couldn't hear the transmission from over the wining noise of the Horn and and plus him being inside the store. But the intected didn't seem to mind trashing it. One actually seem to be fidling with the walkie talkie and only god know what it was trying to say into it but a snarl and cursing and such. Who ever it was trying to find survivors was pretty piss to have some deadish guy screaming over the comms. "Damnit..." he muttered from cover, over looking the front entrence. He needed sleep so without hesistation he fell rght to sleep.
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Post by Danikaiju on Aug 21, 2009 16:59:21 GMT -5
Just as she was about to pull the trigger Bonnie heard his voice from behind the barricade. Finding the breath to speak she called from her spot loud enough for him to hear, "Ye-yes there are two of us. Wait just a sec." turning to Clyde she whispered, "Help me make an opening." Bonnie lifted the shot gun off the couch and slung the strap over her shoulder as she made her way over to the barricade. Carefully she began to dislodge boards and move asside furniture to make a temperary opening.
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Post by LoneWolf on Aug 22, 2009 15:40:32 GMT -5
Abram sighed, relieved, as he heard the response. so he had a new mission, aside from getting back to the Impermeable alive. He had to make sure these civilians survived. There lives were far more important than his. It was absolutely imperative that they are taken to the Impermeable, to be debriefed and become temporary refugees there until they reach North America, where they will stay until london has been purged of the Rage virus.
But Abe didn't worry about that right now. Right now he had to worry about keeping the civvies alive and well, even if that meant giving his own life to save theirs. So Abe waited silently as the barricade was disasembled, plank by wooden plank.
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Post by thapunkpred15 on Aug 28, 2009 22:16:31 GMT -5
Clyde sat there and watched." Ok. I'm surprised we aren't the only ones left." The canine was comfortable inside his arms. He stood up and went to the barricade. Helping Bonnie remove the wooden planks.
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Post by LoneWolf on Aug 30, 2009 9:44:59 GMT -5
As soon as a gap sufficient for him to enter the building was made, Abram scanned the area around him to make sure no one, or nothing was following him. moving his gaze from building to building, and alleyway to alleyway, he verified that no one was tracking him. So he turned, and slipped through the gap, shouldering his UMP45, and removing his flight helmet, to reveal a monster. A long deep scar ran up from his neck, across his right cheek, a light pink aura surrounded the deep cut, contrasting sharply to his otherwise tan skin, showing it was relatively fresh, at least 2 months old. Burns pockmarked Abrams face that were just as old the incision on his face, changing it into one of horrendous porportions.
"My name's Abram, whats yours?" Abram said bluntly, addressing any of the two figures standing before him.
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Post by Danikaiju on Aug 30, 2009 14:14:12 GMT -5
After fixing the barricade Bonnie turned to him Only minding his face a bit, she reached a hand out for him to shake and geeted, "I'm Bonnie." taking a step back she looked over his shoulder then back at him and asked in a low voice, "Are any of those things chasing you?"
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Post by LoneWolf on Aug 30, 2009 21:20:18 GMT -5
Abram took Bonnie's hand eagerly, and shook it firmly, saying,"No ma'am, not by any that i could've hoped to have spotted."
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Post by Danikaiju on Aug 30, 2009 23:47:20 GMT -5
She nodded her head and sat back down on the coutch. Bonnie rested her elbows on her knees, propping her head up with her hands as she spoke in a dishearten way, "Where are we to go if we get out of this place alive?"
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Post by the lonely soldier 714 on Sept 2, 2009 8:02:41 GMT -5
Fox had finished with the pack survival gear he made up in the store, after he had to wait until the infected had left. He went up to the radio and see if he could rasie that person. he picked the radio mic and speaked into it. "If anyone is alive, this is Privet Fox With the Recon force. I'm the only one leftin my squad. I have food and supplies. If anyone can hear me. Please. Responde. Over." he waited for a full second.
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Post by thapunkpred15 on Sept 5, 2009 22:51:35 GMT -5
Clyde stood there with the puppy in his arms. He looked over at Bonnie. "Everything has gone to nigh. Maybe some other place. Ya know...Like another country." he then looked over at the man."If we can get to a helicopter. Maybe that'll work." He's thinking with a simple mind right now. It might not be that easy.
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Post by LoneWolf on Sept 6, 2009 18:04:53 GMT -5
Abram stopped a moment. His Apache was most likely damaged beyond repair. But it still might yet have a use. "Its a coincidence you say that, because I'm an Attack Helicopter Pilot. I crashed about a mile away," he said, moving back to the barricade, looking between the small seem of two planks, "I don't think she will ever fly again, but there might be a radio or something we could salvage. I was in a bit of a hurry to get away." He said, saddened. That chopper was like a close sibling, and knowing he would never be able to utilize her was heart-breaking. But he shoved all feelings away, knowing attachement would get him killed.
"I didn't catch your name?" Abram asked, looking at clyde curiously. Once clyde responded, Abram continued.
"The way i see it, there is about 2 things we can do," He began, glancing between Bonnie and Clyde as he spoke, "We can either stay here, and try to hold out for as long as we can, and pray that the virus is purged quickly. Or, we can attempt to move to one of the few Military Outpost at the edge of town. If we want to go to the outpost, which i suggest, we will have to retrieve my map from the Apache triangulate where we are at, and where we go from there."
Giving the other two time to let his words sink in. He could not tell the civillians what to do, And it would be against both protocol and honor to leave them. So, he was at their mercy. He would follow them to the grave.
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Post by thapunkpred15 on Sept 6, 2009 21:08:22 GMT -5
Clyde spoke up."My name is Clyde." He looked down at the puppy." I don't want to stay here. For mines and this little guys sake." he said, softly.
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Post by Danikaiju on Sept 7, 2009 13:11:43 GMT -5
"Same here. If even just one catches our scent they'll swarm like moths to this place. Atleast we have a head start if we keep moving." Bonnie kept her gaze on the barricade as she spoke.
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Post by LoneWolf on Sept 8, 2009 20:37:41 GMT -5
Thinking intently for a moment about their decision, Abram nodded, saying. "I'm gonna need my maps from my chopper before we make the journey to the Military Outpost. And as skilled as i am with a helicopter, i couldn't help but make a lot of noise on my descent. Correct me if i'm wrong, but those things are probably all over that chopper." Abraham said grimly, moving to the barrier, surveying the darkness beyond.
"But, it would be worth the fight to get those maps. Before i continue, are you both sure you want to commit to getting the maps tonight?" Abram asked solemnly. Because the choice these two made would determine if they ultimately lived or died. But whichever they decided, he would lead them to either their demise, or their salvation...
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