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Posted by: Elite viking February 09, 2005 10:07 pm
Ok, in the spirit of civillian soldier I am hereby making yet another story with forum members fighting zombies. This will not be entirely humoristic, or entirely serious. For now I am wanting to include Me (of course eh?) , Nikku, Jouni, Immoral Sniper and perhaps another one of the moderators .
So if you want to get in (of course you want to ^^ ) post here, including traits (abilities) that you want to be included for your character. Say, it could be strength, agility, sarcastic comments, Rambo-clone-gun-swinging, heroism, sacrificing and much much more. I wont include everyone, and someone will be destined to die eventually (kill civvy to satisfy everyone he butched? if you want to, tell me!) , until its just the toughest, most sarcastic, badassest gamers left. So apply quickly!


If you dont post i will find you. My lawsuit ninjas ph34r.gif will tear you apart !
EDIT: follow Radmans neat way of posting. 1337s willl not be tolerated, so keep misspellings to a minimum!

Posted by: Radman February 09, 2005 10:13 pm
Name: Radman2307

Description: Tall, Blonde hair, Blue eyes.

Weapons: Berreta Pistol
MP5 (Low ammunition)

Occupation: Police Officer

Abilities: Excellent at using a single pistol. Due to strict Armed responce Police training he NEVER uses more then one pistol at a time. He is also a excellent marksmen with an MP5. Smart and ALWAYS in uniform when an emergancy is taking place. His morals extend to everyone no matter who they, this has sometimes gotton him into trouble. A bright, intelligent character who tries to keep his cool in messy circumstances.

Uniform: -::See image below::-

user posted image

Posted by: Grey Snake February 09, 2005 10:22 pm
Grey Snake

Occupation: Clean up Crew

Details- Short black hair, white teeth fair complexion. 5 foot 8. 21 years of age.

Abilites

- Kicking zombies in gut
- Courage
- Helps others


Weapons

- Mp5
-Bretta
- Hang gerdandes

BackGround- Grey snake is one of the special force clean up crews sent to one the small city of HeavenGate along with his team to clean up what happened. Sadly while flying via helicopter there was strange malfunction. Which crashed them downtown. Grey Snake finds his teammates dead and the only survivor. He is always know as the "Cool" Guy since he was always known as to never screwed up a mission and kept his cool while under fire.

Uniform- Bio- Containment Suit with a Daggar logo. The suit is white.


Posted by: DarknessGlams February 09, 2005 10:23 pm
Yeah, ok, well my name is kinda obvious, same as in the forums. I use a winchester and suicide runs (mainly with gas canister) and use pistols. Rarely use rifles and machine guns (except AK47) Uh what else, oh I have a habbit of dying when trying to get the case but not all the time.

Thats it I think.

And i sacrafice quite a lot. or kill my self if bored.

And like the other people, I guess im would be an FBI agent sent in to do something, dunno what.

Posted by: Keyes February 09, 2005 10:26 pm
Name: Keyes

Occupation: Ex-Soldier (Corporal)

Abilities: Has exceptional skill with dual Berettas, AK-47 and M16 - all of which he possesses. Was thrown out of Armed Forces because his sarcastic remarks annoyed too many people. Doesn't like dead people, and hates them even more when they get up and start walking around. When running low in ammunition, he suddenly has the ability to run like hell and climb up into somewhere a zombie can't get to, and pick them off from there until things die down.

Posted by: hunter February 09, 2005 10:29 pm
Your not very good at picking forum memebers are you. You have missed out blue summer and myslef. Frame yourself lad!

Posted by: Elite viking February 09, 2005 10:39 pm
Great, so much respose already! I am just done with a short and long prologue. After this, Hell will begin and I will set out on my quest to live.


The end of Ironoak and pretty much everything else.
Prologue
It was just one of those totally freaked out days. Elite Viking owned in Brainbread, killing a lot of zombies and newbies. That was very weird. Immoral Sniper had supported a suggestion (!), and TheBlaze had written a terrible story with enough misspellings to kill fifty English-teachers. Everyone in the forums was going *WTF???+ * , spamming a whole lot, with no one stopping them. You could already tell the day was a day with frozen hell and flying pigs.

The story.
Blam Blam Blam Trakatata Boom
I was unstoppable. Not a single zombie went unharmed from my onslaught. My right hand was sore from all the clicking, with which I had blown off the tops of more than five hundred undead. DarknessGlams and Keyes was playing with me on the 4ThisUSA server, typing WOW U R PWNIN VIKIN OPS ZOMB CMIN SHI ARG H.
The fools they were, they typed outside the base, getting overrun by NPCs. HUnter tried saving Keyes with his sawn off minigun, but it was in vain.I could have saved them, but realised some sacrifice had to be done. After all, they distracted all of the zombies as I picked up the briefcase and completed yet another objective. I heard a For VIkinBOOM from Behind, as Darkness went fanatical, taking all of them out.
But then, the server began stuttering, and before I could press tab to take a screenshot of my über pawnage round, it went black.
oh well, Ill try again later. I said to myself when I took a few minutes at weightlifting. I liked staying in a somewhat good shape. Fencing, the sport I was doing currently, didnt raise my muscles that much. The bonus was that you got a fancy swordlike pointy thing, and a cool helmet.
As I went back to the pc and opened up Ironoak forums, a small tingling in the back of my brain said something was wrong. When I opened up the Suggestions part, I realised the tingling wasnt without reason. On the top, on the BB go to S0urc3 topic, Immoral Sniper had said: That is the best suggestion Ive ever seen. Luv it d00d, Ill send a hundred PMs to the devs telling them to begin!!!11
I was stunned. My glasses cracked in pure astonishment. Even the lights flickered to show that the world had gone terribly wrong.
What the Heck?
I longed for a new story, so I went into the story forum, eager to see TheBlazes new creation. But I sensed another jolt of fear coming up my spine, as the topic was written 1337. Reading it my worst nightmare was confirmed: It was a bunch of typos stacked up with the words BLOOD and REPENT HELL IS NAER every second line. I almost had a heart attack, and spat out my Pepsi all over the screen.
The world had just gone to hell.


I will maybe edit some things, tell me if you see typos.
THIRD EDIT: If you wanna join, post some info fast laddie. I cant just say you are a bad writer, it will ruin your rep. So say something about your strength\something and your looks + armament (would be nice if someone has a bat or lead pipe instead of M16 ish since some of us are going to be soldiers, others food, others ordinary gamers and the like.)

Posted by: hunter February 09, 2005 10:46 pm
Sawn off minigun whats one of those? Very funny with the whole immoral thingwith the thumbs up for source lol!

Posted by: Keyes February 09, 2005 10:55 pm
lol, lovin it, specially my WOW U R PWNIN VIKIN OPS ZOMB CMIN SHI ARG H. i don't even know what half of that means! n Immoral, support Source? holy shit, we'd better repent, the end is extremely f**king nigh, lol laugh.gif

Posted by: -=Jouni=- February 10, 2005 02:23 pm
Can i still get in?

Name: Jouni

Description: Blond hair, brown eyes

Occupation: Student

Weapons: Flamage, Baseball bat, and kitchen forks 'o' death

Abilities:

Fast running speed
Flaming
Bad sence of humor
Courage

Backround - Just a rather normal 14 years old student.

Posted by: Elite viking February 10, 2005 03:11 pm
You were in from the start Jouni smile.gif
OK, as the response was far greater than i thought, i have altered the story a little bit. the current chappter is pretty weird (the Matrixorz), but we'll get to action soon...
all of the names are fake. Some ages too, and cities\countries. Will possilby Edit in more people (darkness and more) when i have more time.
EDIT: Darkness' profile is in. Anyone wants, say so






Chapter one -Virus-




Exec. StartUp.exe. _

Warning! Error occurred. Continue Y\N?
Y_

Starting, Please wait..

Operational.


\Exec.\Profiles.exe_

Executing, Please wait.

Loaded.



Number: 128796
Name: Jake Naney AKA DarnknessGlams
Lives In: Minsk Russia
Age: 20
Stats: Alright in BB, but suicidal\sacrificing. Just recruited into Spetsnaz. Highly skilled tactican, above average firearms knowledge.

Number: 12678
Name: Henrik Gregson AKA Elite Viking
LiveS In: Bergen, Norway.
Age: 14
Stats: Bad in BB, slightly strong. Short. Fencer.


Number: 46823
NamE: Matt Hudson AKA Grey Snake
Liv es In: Mississippi, USA.
Age: 25
Stats: wishes to be Military Operative, well trained. Armed, Typical leader.

Number: 133781
Name : James Doon AKA Hunter
Liv es In: Stuttgart, Germany.
Ag e: 18
Stats: Poor writin g. Skilled at the Firign Range. . Tall .eUIgfkg

N Umber: 39184
Name: AKA Radman
LiHRIve s In: Sheffield, EngXland.
Age: 16
Stats:ewuignrh h h Tall. Man of morale.

FgejrfG YquibW
Warning! War ning! Warnning g ! Anom shge e alosity Ocurred! Number 12678 A KA Viking stats failing! Now BB skilled 1ni1 Xhrrkhk Power Grid Failing!
\Exec.\Continue.exe\_

Number: 592712
Name: Pekki Nokkomen AKA -=Jouni=-
LIves In: Helsinki, Finland.
AG e: 14
Stats: Flamer. Good in martial arts and melee handling. Runner.ege33y3


Wli4li4yi
Hrrehsehejelge
Ehwuhb3kbw
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Number: 3913561
N a me: John Keyes AkKa Keyes
Lives In: Chelsea, En gland
Age:17
Stats: Want to join Polic.e Average strength, excels in intelligence. Calm.
GFbwfff


NumbeRR 144722
Na : Theodore Grisham AKA Immoral Sniper
Lizjyvwdw Pittsburg, PA
Age: 19
Stats: Excels in agility. Smart, sarcastic. Bad attitude towards 4uigeg any Suggestion.



WARNING WARNING WARNIN G !!!!
VIRUS CRASH Ing SYST M POWER GRID CRI ga wwwTHBUK TICAL: Stats Number 144722 AKA Sniper failing!!!! Loving Any Suggestion !41156
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ABORTING . Pl e as Wa iii ttbeh

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ABORT FAILED

POWER12% AUTOMATIC AL SHUTDO Wn INITIATE.

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ReStart completed. Virus Terminated. Files partially Damaged, Repaired where possible.
\Exec.\Restart Profiles.Exe\_

Restarting.
PROFILES

Number 12678:
Name: Elite Viking
Lives In: Heavens Gate, USA
Age: 16
Stats: Bad in BB, very strong. Short. Fencer, only Armament is Sword and Knives.

Number: 46823
Name: Grey Snake
Lives In: Ohio, USA.
Age: 25
Stats: Military Operative currently stationed in AirBorne Covert Ops Cleanup Crew.Well trained. Armed, Typical leader.

Number: 133781
Name : Hunter
Lives In: Heavens Gate, USA.
Ag e: 18
Stats: Alright writing. Skilled at the Firing Range. Short, Slightly heroic. Prefers being Alone

Number: 39184
Name: Radman
Lives In: Heavens Gate, USA.
Age: 25
Stats: Tall. Man of morale. Marksman. Currently in HGPD, as Officer. Calm during crisis.

Number: 592712
Name: -=Jouni=-
LIves In: Heavens gate, USA.
Age: 14
Stats: Flamer. Above average in martial arts and melee handling. Extremely skilled runner.

Number: 3913561
Name: Keyes
Lives In: Heavens Gate, USA.
Age:28
Stats: . Ex military, lives alone.Excels in strength, average in intelligence.

Number 144722
Name : Immoral Sniper
Lives Michigan USA
Age: 19
Stats:average Agility and Intelligence. Well trained in using Colt 1911A1, sarcastic. Bad attitude towards any Suggestion.

Number: 128796
Name: Jake Naney AKA DarnknessGlams
Lives In: Minsk Russia
Age: 20
Stats: Never heard of BB, if his death means others survive he'll sacrifice himself. Just recruited into Spetsnaz. Highly skilled tactican, highly above average firearms knowledge, especially the Ak-47 and Dragunov.


If you dont understand what happened, think for a while. If you dont get it, it goes like this:
******Spoiler*****


The world is a matrix. In a big registre, everyone is located. Everyone. But during a routine scan on the short info list, a virus got in, and began altergin information. SO the matrix shuts down. And randomly generates the info it lost. The virus also knocked out memory deleting, causing everyone with altered personality still remember where they lived, their age and so on.

Posted by: Radman February 10, 2005 03:17 pm
Awsome intro!

Although some stuff on the first profile is wrong.

Age: 16

Location: Sheffield, England

Posted by: -=Jouni=- February 10, 2005 04:12 pm
Cool mate =D

Posted by: hunter February 10, 2005 04:28 pm
likes to be on his own LOL. Why u pic that for me you should say likes diving on top of zombies and squishing there heads in to some red pulp.

Posted by: Elite viking February 10, 2005 04:29 pm
Relax, zombies hasnt arrived yet... smile.gif

Posted by: hunter February 10, 2005 04:35 pm
Is the zombies another virus creation. like a super virus got into the matrix and created hell on earth!

Posted by: Elite viking February 10, 2005 06:43 pm
Something like that. People with seriously altered genetics, and stuff. But I wont be able to update within three four days as I'm going on a trip( and i just got Far Cry)...


Edit: Just made a small part of chp 3. There will be 3rd person now, and everyone will get properly explained.
It goes 3rd person now.
Chp 3 The end\beginning

Henrik AKA Viking just sat at his chair, staring in disbelief at the story Blaze made. Suddenly, a flash of bright light. Well, flashed, and he got blinded. Then a large beeping noise around him caused him to gradually lose consciousness. At the same time, muscles all over his body began pounding.
Hurts Blind help *thud*

He fell to the ground, or that which used to be ground moments before. Now, it was breaking down into a large mass of small squares.
*later*
Viking stood up from the floor, shaking.
What was that? I feelsick.
He coughed a little, reaching out a hand towards the wall, feeling to dizzy to stand without something to support against. But his hand grasped at nothing, and just a little too late he saw there was nothing but air. His beloved blue wall, with pictures of zombies all over, with his A+ exam in a special corner, was gone. Here was a grey cement wall, too far away too reach. So he did all he could do. He fumbled for balance some seconds, and fell back to the ground.
okay, this is seriously weird.

He took a look at his clothing. It was not his regular jeans and T-shirt. No, he had a thick sweater and jeans with wool inside. Ruffling his hand in the hair, it got sticky from a lot of wax. And he had forgotten to take wax in his brown, short hair today. Weird.

Finally he got up, the dizziness gone. Once standing, he took a look around. This was definitely neither his room, nor was it Norway.

Posted by: Keyes February 10, 2005 07:00 pm
we're likin cool.gif keep it goin biggrin.gif

Posted by: zombieslaya February 10, 2005 07:11 pm
Name : Ted Brinks

Age: 19

Location: Miami FL

Abbilitys: Can use almost any weapon he can get his hands on, prefers an M249 over a minigun though, he knows where he can hurt zombies the most and isnt afraid of killing them again.

Description: 6.8, brown hair, wears urban camo pants with black military boots and wears a urban camo uniform, also has gloveds that run the length of his forearm that are reinforced with kevlar to prevent zombies from biting his arms.

Weapons: Anything he can get his hands on, but is usually seen with a AK47 with a folding stock and a .357 Desert Eagle.

Posted by: DarknessGlams February 10, 2005 07:17 pm
lol Great.

Come on I play BB alot. But unfair to say ive never heard of it. Oh well.

Keep going!

I love my "For VikinBOOM!" Great!

Posted by: Elite viking February 10, 2005 10:09 pm
You became a Spetznas (Russian Elite Anti-Terror Unit), who sadly hadnt heard of BB. Supposedly...... Since your memory wasnt wiped out, you remember it all, that you werent russian and all that.
I know its weird, but soon we will get to the killing.... First one off is Civvy ^^

Posted by: Elite viking February 10, 2005 10:45 pm
Alright, I had some sparetime and made the stories of Jouni and keyes. More will come, but after the weekend. Then, we (us gamerz) will begin finding eacothers, and the VIRUZ will create zombies. Go play BB meanwhile.



*Heavens Gate st.3313, Home of Keyes*
Keyes sat up. He had the mother of all headaches, and sat down again on the couch. It made a squishing sound, and he rolled over in a quick maneuver. He had turned a pizza into sauce.
Heh, that looks a little like a mashed zombie.
His voice startled him. It was a really rough voice, like a gnarl from a pitbull. What the?
He stood up, ignoring the pain in his head, forcing his aching body over to the toilet. There he took a look at himself. And another. For another. He was a big guy, with real tough looks. His camo-T-shirt was partially ripped, and revealed huge muscles. He walked out to the living room again, pondering as hard as he could.
What on Earth is going on?
As he got back to the couch smeared with pizza, he saw a cabinet over at the wall. While wandering over there, he stopped by one of the many pictures on the wall. It showed himself, a sergeant-looking guy, and a lot of marines with Car-15s. When he opened up the cabinet, it revealed a M-16, an AK 47, two Berettas 92Fs with inscriptions, and a box filled with clips and loose rounds. So was he some kind of soldier guy? He quick-paced over to a whirring pc, and clicked on to the Ironoak page. He remembered. Yes, he had been 17, and enjoyed playing BrainBread. But now Something had happened.


*And now for something completely different.*
Where is everyone? Hello?
A little girl, her brown hair jumping up and down as she ran around an empty, small farmer house. It had just been hit by a tornado, but had remained unscathed (except a few cracked planks and fallen-off bricks here and there).
Come out, it isnt funny anymore!
A small bark was the only answer she got. A dog came out of a small shed, and ran towards the girl. She hugged the little puppy.
Scared of the empty silence around her, she looked up. It was a vast, barren, desert landscape, with just a small sign as far as she could see. It read: Error in Matrix. You are isolated from civilization. Have a nice day. Sadly, she couldnt read, and even if she could, it wouldnt help the situation too much.
Dorothy knew only one thing. She was not in Kansas anymore.


*At The same time*
Jouni hadnt experienced any pain or all. He had blinked, and when his eyes opened, he had missed all the fun with flashing lights and pain. The bastard. Everything, it seemed, indicated a normal day, with the exceptions of Snipers and Blazes post.
Wait a minute He pressed refresh on the forums. On the top a few posts stood, saying *OMG WHERE AM I?* *SHIT I AM IN A NEW ROOM*
And *ITS T3H M4TRIXORZ!!!*
Jouni didnt get scared or anything, his first thought was
How much blubbern.gif has these people eaten?
It didnt sink into him before he counted the posts. All in all, there were 52 of them, spread over in General, Questions, and a few disturbing ones in Suggestions.
Puzzled, he checked a few of the contributors profiles. All of them had Heavens Gate as hometown.
Ha ha, very funny.
The first one was a little funny, he admitted. But 51 others It kinda lost score on originality. He sent a few red-hot Good-oleJouni Flaming PMs, and felt much better.
It was all good, until he, like those, looked around in his room. It was mostly as it should have been, except for a picture with him, blowing out a cake with 15 candles. And on the cake it said, not Happy birthday Pekki, but. Happy Birthday -=Jouni=-

Posted by: -Rusty- February 10, 2005 10:46 pm
You think I can be in it?

Posted by: Elite viking February 10, 2005 10:59 pm
As I said, post some info about how your Matrix-enhanced alter-ego should be, and i'll maybe add you. But be ware: YOou may be the lucky winner of Plague-starter!

Posted by: DarknessGlams February 10, 2005 11:11 pm
That was confusing but ok.

Yay yay YAY were killing Immoral Sniper (hopefully). Oh and if I get banned for being happy at Immoral Snipers death, try to keep me in the story. Please.

Posted by: hunter February 10, 2005 11:12 pm
Jouni heard a sound, rotary blades getting louder and louder. It was big whatever it was. Jouni looked towards his window, the blinds were down and a bright light was shining through. Jouni thought to himself "a window in my bedroom but i used to live in a small hole". The rotary sound all most deafening right outside his window. He drew his blinds up to reveil a large Russian gunship. a hind-d, wtf". A voice came on the microphone "jouni freeze or we vaporize you".It was those two spamming idiots from bb forums hunter and blue summer. Jouni reached for his rpg, what the hell was an rpg doing here ar well. He didnt hesitate for a second and fired at the large gunship. The whir of the gattling gun shot it down and a fury of hell missiles flew towards jouni and blew his house into a ton of rubble.

LOL this isnt the official story just a little matrix plugin cool.

Posted by: Keyes February 10, 2005 11:17 pm
ROFLMAO! laugh.gif we must b complete opposites of what we are in real life, cos i sure as hell don't hav mahoosive muscles! laugh.gif

Posted by: DarknessGlams February 10, 2005 11:25 pm
Quote:ROFLMAO! we must b complete opposites of what we are in real life, cos i sure as hell don't hav mahoosive muscles!

And i sure as hell dont work for Spetznas

Posted by: Radman February 10, 2005 11:29 pm
I hope I dont die too early on... hehehehe.. Just aslong as Im in the story I dont really mind.

Posted by: hunter February 10, 2005 11:37 pm
and me and blue sum cannot fly a hind, i would kill for one!

Posted by: OneoftheLost February 11, 2005 12:12 am
*Elite Viking gets on his computor.*

-Hello Elite Viking-
-WARNING!-
ERROR: File <Player/OneoftheLost> Not found!
Would you like to Download Y/N
*clicks yes*

-Download initiating. Would you like some tea while you are waiting?-
*types Yes*
-There you go have a safe and productive day!

-File download complete-
Would you like to open? Y/N

-Player:OneoftheLost
Location:Unknown
Profile:Civilian.In his off time he target shoots with his D.Eagle.(How he got it is unknown)Currently works for Mall security he has been sacked four times but is rehired for "Cleaning up his act." Hates Sushi.
Physical appearence: short (for 16) Brave, extremely loyal
Favorite Weaponry:D.Eagle.

-Would you like to put this in your player folder?-
Y/N

Posted by: -Rusty- February 11, 2005 02:00 am
Name: -Rusty-
Details: Wearing a black shirt with the text "I got Wood"(becuz it pwns j00 on it and baggy blue jeans.
Ability:
-Has the ability to run away at the slightest hint of danger.
-Has the ability to push someone in the way when he's about to be killed and they get killed instead.
-Has the ability to leap tall buildings in a single bound, and is faster then a bullet. He's a bird, no he's a plane! NO?! He's not! He's just some random guy who just happens to pop up at the right time.

Personality: The "sarcastic bastard"

Weapons:
Winchester Rifle
Axe

Posted by: Elite viking February 11, 2005 08:17 am
Y_

Posted by: Elite viking February 11, 2005 08:50 am
Dont expect such quick updates in the future. I have a lot of homework right now...


Viking began walking around in his new room. He was still a fencer; he had his fencing bag at least. And he had got a lot more muscles, he could feel the raw power waiting to be used.

After a while, he found out that walking around wouldnt help that much, so he walked out the door out. Opening it, he found himself in a small dining room, with no one home. A note on the table said: Dear Viking ( huh? Thats just my nick on BB?), I have gone to the Heavens Gate Super Market, to buy some dinner for tonight. And maybe Ill visit OneOfTheLost while Im there. You know hes had a bad time being fired and rehired.Hug mom.

All right.. so my name is Viking, and theres this guy in the mall named OneOfTheLost, just like BB and.. Oh my God.

The words HEAVENS GATE stood there, before his eyes.

I am fucked.

Walking briskly outside, he saw nothing. At least the streets werent filled with zombies and blood and bodies. But the empty streets were a bit scary too.
What was this? Was he somehow transported trough time or something? Vikings brain worked fulltime with that problem, only leaving enough power left to breathe and walk towards the house next-door. He had to find help. He had to get out of here.


Jouni stared at the picture. 15? 15? Freaking 15? Suddenly he erupted into a
Yay! I R Teh 15zorz! victory dance around in the room, not caring about anything else for a while.

But a knock on the door stopped him. He brushed his clothes (Khakis, if you really want to know) and went towards the brown entrance door that he never before had seen. Outside stood a totally stranger, by the looks he could be about 14-16.

Who the

Whoare Jouni?

Jouni looked at the guy. He knew his nick? Was it one of the Brainbread people? In Finland?

How did you get here too?" the boy asked.
What do you mean, here, too? And just who the Hell are you?
Im Elite Viking, from the BrainBread forums?
Jouni eyed him up and down. Strange, that this gamer from a different country, could have found him. Without his name, city or address that would be a tough job.

Howd you find me?

I just walked up to this house and knocked. Listen, I got to tell you something.

No, you listen to me 1337 boyo. I think it is pretty damn weird that you suddenly pop up here, in Finland, not knowing anything about me. If you, in your search for a friend or whatever it is you want, go to a different country to find someone you have never before seen, you are completely, raving, MAD!

ok. First, I am not 1337-boyo. I am e-l-i-t-e Viking. And second, youre not in Finland any more. Didnt you notice, like That your room, or your clothes, or something were different just now?

No, I was kinda busy celebrating that I suddenly was..15.

Jouni got a look from Viking, indicating that was kinda what he meant.
Jouni We are in Heavens Gate, USA.

Posted by: -=Jouni=- February 11, 2005 01:21 pm
=D

How nice

Posted by: hunter February 11, 2005 01:37 pm
I want to join in man plzzzzzzzzz?

Posted by: OneoftheLost February 11, 2005 03:52 pm
Im in!! HAHAHHA!! YAY! smile.gif hmm...great story so far. Lol poor Jouni! hah. hmm. well keep it up!

Posted by: DarknessGlams February 13, 2005 08:50 pm
Gotta love the complexity of this story. Nice. wonder when i'll be back in it though or when Elite will add the next part.

Posted by: Keyes February 14, 2005 10:45 am
we can only wait...there's only one writer, n he can't be on 24/7, lol.

Posted by: Gneralas February 14, 2005 12:22 pm
If there is still room for another character add me in!!

Name: Gneralas

Occupation: Crazy Student(Yes, i go to a school for crazy kids and i am crazy.)

Description: Brown hair, Green eyes, tall

Weapons: Wooden Katana, My "Fat-Boy" Hat, G-Con Playstation Gun

Abilities: Swimming, Singing, my-own-style-dancing-that-i-make-up-on-the-spot, fast typer, eMule User.

Other Crap: My birthday 28th of Feb, if there is a birthday scene!! smile.gif

I think that is it!


rawr.

Posted by: Elite viking February 14, 2005 08:01 pm
Im gonna quote Nikku.

IM BACK BIATCHES!!!!11


With a new part ^^ this is just another matrix file. But soooooooon, we will get back to all of the Gamers, Spetznazses, Berets and scientists and baseball bats vs Tavors things babble blah blah blahdi blah.


IT BEGINS


Starting up, Please wait..
Checking memory: 10457313 Byte OK

Welcome to The Matrix!
We are currently having slight Problems with viruses, so Please, Dont open anything too important or the File may get deleted or altered.
Warning! Virus encountered in System. Be quick!

\Exec.Open.US_SCENTIFIC_FILE134835971_ClassWeapon_Gas\_
Opening
Classified. Virus may alter file. Continue (Y\N) ?
Y_
Opened.Enjoy!

Project Red Death CLASSIFIED
Project Leader: Alan Stromm
Location OHIO LAB 02
Information:
The Red Death project is a project still in develop KRKHT ment.

It is based on the VX-1 poison gas, which disrupts human cells. The Red Death, however, is a much stronger version, that literally demoliGRshes any form of life it encounters. It works immediately, so any form of co ntact with the gas, without protection suits (The Hj-3 ABC CombiSuit recommended) is not allowed.
More scientific explaination:

Red Death goes into human cells, spreading fast into all parts of the body be TGh fore issuing commands for all living organisms
to kill itself.

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Welcome to The Matrix! You are currently being investigated for opening critical files during virus Xm312 Class Changer. Please, enjoy your last five minutes of living before you are terminated for this crime.
\Re-Exec.File.Open.US_SCENTIFIC_FILE134835971_ClassWeapon_Gas\_
File Altered. Reconstructing file.
File Reconstructed.
Project Red Death CLASSIFIED
Project Leader: -RUSTY-
Location: Heavens Gate Lab 02
Information:
The Red Death project is a project still in development.
It is based on the VX-1 poison gas, which disrupted human cells. The Red Death, however,Is completely different. It reverses death. It works immediately, so any form of contact with the gas, without protection suits (File Missing) is recommended

More scientific explaination:
Red Death goes into dead human tissue, sending electric pulses trough the veins, making artificial life long enough for the cells to maintain normal function itself. It is in some cases known for exploding long-dead tissue after a limited period of time.

Your five minutes of living is over. You are being plugged out of the system. Good bye, and have a nice day






EDIT: By the requests of Immoral Sniper (He is 18 not 15) I have altered a little bit on his "profile". But it isnt really "REALISM MAN I AM NOT SLIGHLTy BAD IN SMARTNES!!!" BUt if you are really sad with the way i have made you, tell me and i will make you into superman. Maybe. Or kill you for complaining.

Posted by: Nikku February 14, 2005 09:35 pm
WTF MAN Put meh in

Nick Pillegi Stoller aka Nikku

Abbilites:
Bullet Time
Exteme stunts
Falls from insane hieghts and lives and lands on feet
BAckflips/front flips
Can kill a man with a soda can and his pinky
HAs the 1337-est aim in the world (this one is true!)
Is a Sweet-ass Ninja
Has NA awesome Katana Name Fukushu aka Revenge in Japaneese

Looks Like:
Long DarkBrown Hair, With a Pentera Shirt on and a trench coat, with the words I got Teh Wood on it.


Weapons:
Detachable Mini gun arm,
Detachable Chain saw arm (same arm)
Sig Sg30, MDanit i always forgot the name
Berret M1245 (The sniperrifle in TS)
2 mini uzis
2 Socom Mk23's
1 desert egale
1 katana
9000000 ninja stars

Personality: Sarastic (not as sarcastic as Rusty), Hates Noobs, A Kills Zombies with a Big sense of humor, Love jouini's bad jokes....

Posted by: OneoftheLost February 15, 2005 04:08 am
....ever read the masque of red death? its an old short story about this old kingdom, were the plague was spreading, and whenever you got it your pores bled, so this prince had a big ball for all the unifected. strange,strange story. Sorry its off topic I know but red death reminded me of it. I kinda sorta understood whats going on in the story....kinda..so thsi dude logs on to matrix, contracts red death? nm im sure you will explain it..... lata days.

Posted by: -Rusty- February 15, 2005 07:33 am
wrong, the red death is a story set during the events of the black plague. a wealthy person(i think he was a king not a prince) well he invites his close friends and their families(that are not infected of course) to stay in his walled castle while they wait for all this crap to blow over. later a skeleton in a red cloak shows up(aka "T3h Red Death") and the virus spreads throughout the castle.

lol wait so that was me? i died? blink.gif

Posted by: Elite viking February 15, 2005 02:48 pm
Ok, this a freaking weird story and a lot of people will ask WTF?
so..... heres whats going on.
One of the matrix "admins" log on, to have a look at how the world is going today.
He opens up a very crucial file, "THe Red Death" (Got the idea from lovecraft's nice story, even if it has little with eacother besides of killing). THen our favorite virus alters it all, turning the effect upside down. Instead of Killing human tissue, it Revives dead tissue.
Understand it?
RUSTY you are still alive. relax...


In a few moments (When I stop playing far cry) I will continue it, with an emergency in now Heavensgate Labs. Rusty will do a lot of things, together with Nikku. Some one (Civy soldiah? Tell me if someone else deserves it!) will DIE! and grey snake + the clean up crew will shoot a lot . Maybe spetznas too. And the gamers and other survivors will do a lot of cool stuff.

Posted by: Radman February 15, 2005 02:53 pm
Nice cant wait...

Have fun with Farcry it is an AWSOME game...

I however cant wait till im introduced as the 'upstanding, cool under pressure - By the book cop.'

Posted by: Elite viking February 15, 2005 04:54 pm
Small update, I'll edit in last part of the chapter later.


-Rusty- looked up from his desk, having thoughts something was not the way it should be. His experiment was going great, the gas was a matter of fact about to be tested, but still he had a bad feeling.
He looked over the file of Project: Red Death, named after his favorite Lovecraft short story.

It was a major accomplishment. The gas was a breakthrough in biological engineering, being able to give commands to cells with electrical pulses. He crosschecked the data on his computer; to be sure everything would go as expected.

CDTGDTECGCCTDDGDGECDGECTTGEFGDDTGDGEGDGCGDTEEDDGGCGTTDGCGETGCGECDDGETE

Everything in the DNA string seemed to be all right. -Rusty- didnt go trough all of it, not the parts where the kill sequence was initiated. He knew it would work, but was more concerned about the part with electrical pulses flowing trough the tissue. But there were no errors, at least not there

He ruffled a hand trough his black, short hair, hitting his glasses so that they fell to the floor.

Oh darn it, where are th I can see? I can see without the glasses or lenses? How did this happen?

That was more than weird for -Rusty-. It was a rather extraordinary happening in his boring life. All he did was being sarcastic and inventing bio-weapons for the States, which explained his ability to be hated like cancer.

That was really strange well, no time for that now, they are waiting for me, in the Tesst Chamber

He laid pressure on Test chamber to make it sound like that cool scientist from half life.

He gave an admiring look on his beautiful Winchester Model 70 WSM with his name cut into the chromed barrel before he stepped out of the office and into the hall.
Walking down towards the chamber, Rusty noticed some cracks in the wall he couldnt remember seeing before. Also, he noticed some new faces in the cafeteria. There werent any new employees mentioned in the morning meeting.

Add that to my investigation list of weird things He said to himself.

Things would get much weirder later that day.

Posted by: DarknessGlams February 15, 2005 05:25 pm
That was good and strange. Hehehe. Keep it coming.

Posted by: Keyes February 15, 2005 06:14 pm
smart cool.gif

Posted by: OneoftheLost February 15, 2005 10:16 pm
Nice.

Posted by: Gneralas February 16, 2005 10:41 am
Funny story. laugh.gif

Posted by: -Rusty- February 16, 2005 10:50 am
"they are waiting for me, in the Tesst Chamber

lol nice laugh.gif

Posted by: Elite viking February 16, 2005 09:32 pm
yay, new part!


Ah, finally. There you are.

Nikku greeted his boss that walked out of the elevator.

Is everything ready, Jo-Nikku? Rusty asked while Nikku, his colleague and Body guard opened another security door.

For some reason Rusty called him by his gaming nick, not his name.

No its not ready, so go back and take your time. It was ready half an hour ago, talk about getting late to your own wedding we have filled the gas canisters with Red Death, and prepared a prisoner for his test.

Who is it this time? Another captured terrorist?

Yes we have been saving this one for aspecial occasion. Nikku said, seeming a bit troubled. He kicked an empty soda can across the hall with his army boots. Even if his heavy, iron-tipped heavy-duty army boots along with his full body Flak vest werent acceptable to wear, nobody told him not to wear it. Well, someone did once. That guy spent five weeks in hospital. Nobody had a problem with his weapon anymore either.

He had 2 Socom MK23 .45 ACP pistols at two side-holsters under his arms, and a Sig Sauer P226 in another holster , beneath his Flak. Also, even if he had never told anyone, he kept a 5-inch MicroTech HALO knife strapped around his left leg, if things went bad.
Another thing that made it to Rustys weird list, was a few additions to Nikkus armaments.
On the left and right side of his Kevlar-sewn jeans, there were some kinds of Uzis. Giving them a closer look, he saw the name: IMI Mini Uzi 9x19 Para.
Youve got even more guns, Nikku? I mean, arent three pistols enough?
Whaddaya mean, more guns?
Yes, more guns. Playing more dumb than usual? Rusty gave an odd look at the big man in full combat gear.
Shut up,I have my Socoms and the Sig Sauer, just as I always have. Hey, wait
Nikku touched the two Smgs, his weathered (War-hardened) face in wonder.
What the hell? It aint my birthday or anything
Never mind it. We really have to go. They are waiting for us in the te-
Dont do that fucking joke again. It wasnt funny first time, nor will it ever be. Nikku wheezed. He had heard that one far too many times, wondering if his rugged, brown hair would get gray from all the annoying comments. People had gotten gray hair out of similar things.

Ill stop the second you get rid of that silly 1 GOT T3H W00D tag on your vest!

The chamber. We are here.

Nikku sighed. That scientist was a good guy, but he got really annoying sometimes. At least he respected him, and didnt tell him to get rid of his guns.

They walked into the room, and immediately caught eye of the small glass tube in center. A man with long, ragged beard stood inside, pounding his fists at the walls.
Yo cannot do dis to mi! Alla will kill yo! Let mi aot!

-Rusty- stood there, in shock as he was hit by a tazer. It was Osama Bin Laden!
We are going to test it on Osama?

Hell yeah, he deserves it, Nikku said, But I still think its too gentle. Why cant I snap his fingers first, or hit him a few times with my new uzis?

For the last time, this is scientific!

One of the men in coats paced quickly over to them. His nametag said Civilian Soldier. The guy was a really big ass. He went around kicking over tables and smashing things, explaining it with "t'was nature. If it shouldn't be done, it wouldn't have been done." He was, if possible, despised more than rusty.

We have to try this on human tissue, and this man was perfect for it. And I can guarantee, it will be most painful.

Eexcellent. Nikku did his well-known Mr.Burns.

All personnel. Prepare for experiment to start. Please, take your hazmats on as fast as possible. A metallic, neutral voice echoed in the area.

Better listen to that. I dont wanna end up like that fucktard.

Everyone took on the special hazardous material suits, and walked over to the glass cage again. Nikku had unholstered the P226. Just in case.
Everyone ready? Good. Fillling tanks. The monitors showed the tanks getting filled. 27%. 42%. 68%. 81%. 100%.

Tanks filled. Prepare to release.

The terrorist was madly pounding at the walls.
Plis! No no no! Dont do it! I will bi good amerikan!

Releasing.

The mans face froze, as gas poured in. He started to hold his breath, but breathed out moments later. He seemed to be choking.
Minutes passed, and the spasms of Osama stopped. He stood up.
Something was wrong. Why the Hell isnt he dead yet! yelled Nikku.
I dont know, something must have gone wrong
Now Bin Laden stood there, laughing at them.
CH-CHK
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAMBAM BAM BAMBAMBAM BAM BAM BAM BAMBAM KLIKLIK KLIK

The glass cage was shattered. On the ground, Osama laid, torn apart by 15 high-explosive rounds. Blood was spattered all over.
Why in Gods name did you do that!

Revenge, motherfucker, Nikku said, smirking.

Great, now we have to find a new specimen. Thats just great.

What went wrong with the gas? We have to check the DNA strings

Rusty gestured for the others to get back to their offices, to find out what went wrong.

Nikku took a last look at the terrorist behind them, spitting on the ground.
So much for your Red Death he grumbled. But inside he had a good feeling, that he finally had wasted the terrorist son of a bitch.

What nobody noticed, not even the guy that was cleaning up the mess, noticed, was the small twitch in the lead-filled body.
A finger moved.

The hand jerked from side to side.

The eyes popped open, blood-shot and without iris (creepy, all white).

It sat up, ignoring the fact that the heart was nothing but a pool on the ground, the rib cage smashed, the spine snapped at several spots, and a bullet that hadnt gone off safely lodged into the middle of the brain. It should be dead.
Every law of nature guaranteed it should have been.

But it wasnt.

Posted by: Keyes February 16, 2005 10:54 pm
we like! we like! cool.gif had me laughin at the bit wid Civvy laugh.gif

Posted by: -Rusty- February 16, 2005 11:07 pm
dun dun DUUUUNN!!

keep it up biggrin.gif

Posted by: _CiviliaN^SoldieR_ February 16, 2005 11:23 pm
Haha, great stuff.

Name: Civilian soldier
Description: Tall, short black hair, and 100% lurve machine.
Weapons: He isn't skilled with any weapon
Occupation: Couch slob
Abilities: Calling blue summer a noob, LORF! Nubje. :/

Posted by: OneoftheLost February 17, 2005 03:49 am
!!!! LMAO!!! that is hysterical! Nikku! LOL! thats awesome. poor rusty. ROFL. its still funny that ..well everything about that episode. Hmm... *waits in anticipation for his appearance.*

Posted by: zombieslaya February 17, 2005 04:56 am
this is great, when does ted make his appearence?

Posted by: _CiviliaN^SoldieR_ February 17, 2005 12:04 pm
t'was nature.






http://www.ironoak.ch/forums/index.php?showtopic=3420&st=15&#entry41162

Added you to my story elite, your death was not in vein. ph34r.gif

Why do you all want me to die. unsure.gif i can't see why huh.gif can you? ohmy.gif

<Counts down the people to add to his story> cool.gif

Posted by: Elite viking February 17, 2005 02:45 pm
You will pay for that one ^^
EDIT: wooo! look at my post ammount! I am T3H Z0MB N3M3S1S !!!!111

Posted by: Elite viking February 17, 2005 03:22 pm
New part. FINALLY! the zombies!

In an office

I cant understand why did it happen? Everything was cross-checked and
Rusty looked up from the calculations, pointing a finger at his bodyguard.

Dont think we have forgiven you for ruining our specimen!

It was fucking Bin Laden, okay?

Nevertheless he was our specimen. Being a certain Bin Laden doesnt change the fact that he was a specimen. Oh, great. Maybe we have to get up another of the clones.

Clones.
Nikku looked at the scientist. Everyone knew clones werent possible. Those who didnt know were wrong. Or else they would have a problem with Nikku.

yes, clones. We have about 100 Osamas safely stored beneath the tesst chamber

Would you shut up already?

Hey whats this Great Scott!
Rusty sat violently up from his chair.

Nikku, you have to take a look at this.
Nikku bent over, to see what the guy was so fussed up over.

Death goes into dead human tissue, sending electric pulses trough the veins, making artificial life long enough for the cells to maintain normal function itself

The gas is now modified to re-animate dead beings. And your affair with Osam05 made all of it leak out. Shit.

Suddenly the man in lab coat began shivering, as afraid of something.

Nikku, prepare your firearms. We have to take care of something.



Why do they always ALWAYS, send me when something falls apart? Civillian Soldier grumbled, while cleaning up all of the glass shards littered around.

I mean, I am at least twice as educated as most people around here. I should be honored, carried around this place with a golden hat.

He shoved all the smashed glass into a bucket. Hed dry up all of the blood later.
Damn arms freak making all this mess I should have

A cracking sound woke him up from the day-dreaming. Civ looked up, wondering if something else had broken too.

Great, more work. Im gonna be here all day-

Crack.
Things didnt just make a crack sound when they havent abused moments before. Again, he looked up. Everything was the way it should be, if you didnt notice all of the blood, bullet holes, shell casings, bits of glass and the body limping around.
Just the way it was when he entered.

I must be getting mad, better let it go out on those poor fellows on the forums wanting a part in my story
Limping body. Body. Dead. Shot beyond recognition. Inhaled kill gas. Should not move. Moves.

AAAAAAaahhhhhh!!

Civillian ran as fast as he could out of the room, leaving two doors open. The first was into the test room. The second was into the clone room, with all of the clones.
And so it began.



The Osamas were walking aimlessly around in the room, wondering what was happening. With all the gunshots, screaming and all.
It sjure is dose krazy amerikanns, doing tings. One of them said to the others, stroking his beard.

Ai dont now, Maibi something is rong. Look! De door to de aoutsaide is open!

Everyone turned, and caught a glimpse of a man running , not closing the clone and specimen room.

Now wi can get aout!
A lot of cheers, hooray-ing and For Allah they rushed out of the room. But then, they stopped dead in their tracks. In front of them stood a body barely hanging together, leaving a bloody track behind him. A small turban could be spotted on the top of his head, although it was smeared with blood.

Is dat yoo, Osam5? Wat hav dey done to y-EARGhh

The former clone took a good chomp at the arm of Osam8, and then a chunk of Osam15s head. Blood was sprayed all over the place, and even more flowed. A few of them fought back, giving a kick or two at the mutilated corpse. They succeeded in tearing of one of his arms, but after a few minutes, all that was left was a completely red room. The corpses began twitching, just as nr5 had, and soon they stood up. The gas had converted the drool of their bodies into storages for liquid Red Death.

Once bitten, they signed a death pact. Once you died, the virus revived their genes, with only one instinct: to feed.



OOoooh scary...
EDIT: 5 0 0 ! My greatest view of any of my posts. Keep replying, maybe we have a seat left ^^

Posted by: OneoftheLost February 17, 2005 03:39 pm
In a word: Nice

Posted by: -Rusty- February 17, 2005 03:55 pm
QUOTE (OneoftheLost @ Feb 17 2005, 09:39 AM)
In a word: Nice

but thats 4 words happy.gif

and yeah keep it up

Posted by: Keyes February 17, 2005 03:57 pm
yay! zombiessssss!!! biggrin.gif

Posted by: -=Jouni=- February 17, 2005 04:16 pm
Wery cool, cant wait to find out what happens to me laugh.gif

Posted by: DarknessGlams February 17, 2005 05:21 pm
This is cool. Keep going and i'll see when you introduce the Russian.

P.S. Can i arrive in an attack chopper or something like that. That would be cool but if you don't want me too thats fine.

Don't take me out the story for saying that, please.

Posted by: Elite viking February 17, 2005 05:34 pm
Wou will die for making suggestions! Face my Wr4th!!!
Nah, kidding. And yes, attack chopper is the preferred arrival method. Same for grey. Gneralas will enter the fray soon smile.gif

Posted by: _CiviliaN^SoldieR_ February 17, 2005 08:17 pm
Make them arrive in a wooden chopper they made out of wood they found, to make it move you have to run. smile.gif

Posted by: Elite viking February 17, 2005 10:27 pm
THIS IS NOT AN UPDATE. IF YOU EXPECTED ONE SINCE MY NAME APPEARED AS "LAST POST BY: VIKING", IT'S TOO BAD FOR YOU.
Now, with that done, here's the news update: next week (starting this friday) I have one week of winter vacation. So there will be updates aaaall the time, 23\6. Look forward to it.

Posted by: zombieslaya February 18, 2005 01:20 am
great story, this is getting way too funny, is it ok if my charecter comes in on a hummer with TOW missles on it? that would be cool, also if he stepped out with a AK and slapping twin Deagles that would be cool as well.

Posted by: Elite viking February 18, 2005 08:06 am
Your wishes are my command wink.gif
I will try to fix in almost anything you guys tell me, but I have to hold on a certain reality (Not everyone becomes superman, or has 500 guns, or a tough rocket car\ sarcasm, a wooden chopper and the like)

Posted by: Elite viking February 18, 2005 08:47 am
Tell me again, why have we tilted your desk and are hiding behind it? Nikku asked a bit troubled.

I told you. The Red Death has been modified to revive humans, but that operation only salvages the simplest of instincts. Like to feed.

And that is not good because?

Rusty shook his head.

Have you never seen a zombie movie lately? Theres all the info you need about reanimation, their needs and how to stop them.

So we are now in a B-Movie with zombies. This was way too stupid for Nikku, continuing, Even if this is real, and that clone was a zombie, and he wanted to feed, and went into the clone storage where we keep fifty Osama-Wannabes and did his magic, everyone turning to zombies Then why do we hide in your office, without locking the door, and dont tell anybody.

Its too late. They are all gone. This thing spreads incredibly fast. So now we have to stay here and wait until this thing blows over. Rusty couldnt see any flaws in his plan.

All gone? I see about fifty people out there, chatting, drinking coffee and writing on notepads Look, there for example.

BLAM. Rusty had shot the leg of a janitor, which now screamed in agony.

What the fuck did you do that for? He wasnt a zombie! He was just cleaning up the toilets!

I had to test if he really was one.

TEST? You blew off his freaking leg! Is that what you call TEST?

Yes, I read it in a lot of zombie books. Best way too check if someone is zombie or friend, is shoot them somewhere nonlethal. Hell make it.

You could have asked are you a zombie ya know.

Fiddlesticks. Well, maybe I should end his misery.

Hey, Dont you fucki- BLAM.

The janitor fell on the ground, head completely removed. A few scientists were getting a bit scared, avoiding the office of Rusty.

Great. You killed the guy. I am gonna get into so much shit for this.

Relax. Hey, what you say I give you a birthday present? Its a little over due, but itll do.
Birthday? It was feb. 9th and suddenly, just when you have shot the head of a JANITOR, not a ZOMBIE, you remember.
Do you want it or not? Oh, here it is.

Rusty gave the surprised Nikku a heavy box, wrapped in with his favorite army man gift-wrapping. He ripped off the paper, and inside was

A box of .45 ACP and .357 High-explosive, two new MK23 clips, Laser sights, and a Desert Eagle Falcion .357, fully loaded with High-explosive rounds, Nikku said, striving to keep a straight face and not burst into tears.

Thank you man.

Youre welcome. With my pay its good to get rid of some bills. Rusty smiled.

H3333Lllpppp!!!!!111 4444GGHHHSORESZ!!!!111 Z0MB111111EESS!!!!!

The two of them quickly peered up from behind the desk.
It was Civillian, madly running around screaming in numbers. Few possessed the art of it.
Z0MB1sEEEEE C0MING!!!!11

Behind him, distant moaning and gurgling was heard, sometimes the muffled pop of a small gun, screams from people getting devoured. Nikkus face got into his killing look.

"Ok, man. You were right.
Nikku slapped two fresh clips into his MK23s, put on the laser pointers, cocked the Falcion, took of the safety of his Sig Sauer, chambered rounds into the Mini Uzis, clicked out the blade from the HALO knife and handed the Winchester over to Rusty.

Were in for serious shit. You get out and gather people.

But we are surely much safer in he-

Professor, no time for talking. I got to find a phone to the army or whatever. We cant fight the hordes of undead alone.

He handed him the Falcion .357 and three clips.

Take care of it, okay? Ill tell anyone I encounter to meet up with you in the briefing room, across the hall. It is the best place to defend.

They exchanged looks.

Ok. Good luck, my friend.

Nikku walked calmly out, with a small backpack (on his you know, its named BACKpack for a reason) stuffed with clips and loose rounds. He advanced to a quick pace, and then a run. Soon, he was gone.

Rusty ran over to the brief room, yelling for everyone to get whatever they had of firearms and weapons, and gather in the briefing room. The hall went silent.

Was it you who shot Mikey? You have a gun and a-BLAM.

Another janitor fell to the ground.

No time for chit-chat. Get in NOW! We are safer together!

All of the scientists, eventual not yet-dead janitors and security guards in the area suddenly found out obeying was a very good idea.
It begins

Posted by: Keyes February 18, 2005 02:02 pm
QUOTE
BLAM. Rusty had shot the leg of a janitor, which now screamed in agony.
What the fuck did you do that for? He wasnt a zombie! He was just cleaning up the toilets!
I had to test if he really was one.
TEST? You blew off his freaking leg! Is that what you call TEST?
Yes, I read it in a lot of zombie books. Best way too check if someone is zombie or friend, is shoot them somewhere nonlethal. Hell make it.
You could have asked are you a zombie ya know.
Fiddlesticks. Well, maybe I should end his misery.
Hey, Dont you fucki- BLAM.
The janitor fell on the ground, head completely removed. A few scientists were getting a bit scared, avoiding the office of Rusty.
Great. You killed the guy. I am gonna get into so much shit for this.


ROFLMAO!!!! laugh.gif ya almost made me choke on my drink at that bit! keep em coming! biggrin.gif

Posted by: Elite viking February 18, 2005 02:46 pm
Thanks a lot biggrin.gif

Posted by: zombieslaya February 18, 2005 06:27 pm
this is getting good!! i can hardly wait for my guys appearence! biggrin.gif

Posted by: Elite viking February 18, 2005 09:04 pm
Damn, im way too kind to you. Here's another piece of the story.



Everyone, there has been a security breach. Some clones have gotten raving mad, eating whatever they find. Either run like hell out, or find the briefing room somewhere behind me!

Nikku was running up the corridors, screaming out while aiming his Socom Mk23s at people in a cool way. The men in lab-coats obeyed, running around, looking for an exit or a briefing room. He stopped one of the men, who looked more calm than the others.

I knew this was going to happen I knew it he whispered to himself over and over again.

Hold it there. Do you, by any chance, know where a phone to some military chief is? Is there one at all, in case of hell breaking loose?

What? Oh yes, the emergency phone Its a couple of doors down here, to the left, with a sign on it. You wont miss it. But, what is really going on? Ive heard gunfire and yelling Is the apocalypse really coming?

Nikku stared bewildered at him.
Whaddaya mean apocalypse? All I know for sure, is that a classified kill gas project went wrong, reviving dead instead of killing living. They are, if you believe what some people say, dumb as is they had bread for brains. Thats not all good. They have only most primary instincts left, as feeding. Since were plentiful, thats what they go for around here. If you see one, try to smash the brain, nothing else works.

Ok take care.

Nikku barely noticed the badge on the mans shoulder, before he turned and began to run. That phone was important.

Behind him, the guy with the badge DarknessGlams went over to two-three others standing in a group. When he got over there, everyone bowed to him, obviously respecting this European-looking, serious man with a navycut.

The project failed. It does opposite of what we wanted to. We have to stop it, now with an obvious Russian accent. Everyone nodded, saying Da.

Get the guns.



This room is restricted to Class B Clearance. Please, stand away from the door or security will be-

KRAKRAKRAKRAKRAK.

Th I s. DooR. Rest Rictudd. Permiss I on. Grante WHIRR KRKKTH

The door fell apart from Nikkus Mini Uzi fury. He ran in, found a small table with a silver phone on it. He punched a button saying Quick-call Head of CleanUp Crew.
That cleanup part didnt sound too good, but it was better than nothing.

Ess Gee Tee (Sgt.) Immoral here, yes?

Look, we have a big problem here down in Ohio-I mean, Heavens Gate. Things are falling apart fast down here, I suspect at least a hundred of us have become them

What do you mean, them?

Undead, sir. Bodies reanimated, searching for flesh. I know its weird as hell, dont have time to explain, I suggest that you get as many-

Dont suggest anything. Itd probably be stupid. So lets save some time, and let me handle the suggestions, all right? I am probably way longer up in the ranking than youll ever dream of becoming, and thats mostly because of my ability to cut the crap and get things done without having to back up every damn suggestion low-life scum like you make. Ill be fair, and send a squad down there to keep things intact. And you better not be shitting me.

A squad? How many is there in one of those, 6? Send a damn platoon over here! We have to evac the area, and then bomb the living daylights out of the Lab.

Click.
The sergeant had hung up, leaving Nikku alone in the dark room.

You bastard.

Posted by: Keyes February 18, 2005 09:41 pm
lol! laugh.gif tis cool cool.gif

Posted by: zombieslaya February 19, 2005 04:06 am
this is awesome!! i nearly fell out of my chair laughing when i read the converstaion between him and the russian seargeant.

Posted by: Elite viking February 19, 2005 01:51 pm
He aint russian. Look at his name..... smile.gif

Posted by: DarknessGlams February 19, 2005 03:01 pm
hmmm I thought i was Russian. I'm getting confused but... yay my characters been introduced. Can't wait for the next part.

Posted by: DarknessGlams February 19, 2005 03:03 pm
Yay my characters been introduced. Can't wait for the next part.

Posted by: Elite viking February 19, 2005 03:12 pm
Another part.
Fort Baxter, Heavens Gate
Sargeant Immoral Sniper sat up from his desk, thinking about the call.
Undead roaming around in a lab The man had obviously snapped.
But, that lab was incredibly important. He would have to send a Squad out there, if nothing else, to get rid of that maniac. He flicked a button on his desk, triggering a mic in the office to distribute his voice all over the base.

Listen up. Heavens Gate lab 01 is believed to be under attack by unknown enemy forces. I want Charlie team to suit up and get to the helipad within 5 minutes. Pack for a light assault mission, with medical supplies and nutrition for one day.

He hadnt heard of Heavens Gate labs before, but a 01 lab was always where the most classified stuff was researched.
Hell, here he got a call from someone who didnt even give a name, but calls for backup.

Hed better be right, or else Ill have his head on a stake by evening, Immoral grumbled. He was still angry that someone actually had suggested something. Everyone with B clearance should know that Sniper handled the thinking. He was sergeant by 19 for a reason.

(Like many others, Immoral has gotten altered by the matrix. He wasnt really an Sgt., but he had gotten a bit up on the ladder)


All Right pussies, five minutes to get suited up! Move move move!

Grey Snake was still confused. Why in Hell was he suddenly a special soldier? He had always wanted to, but he had never passed the tests.
Hed better grab his gear. He had seen it in a lot of movies and on the training camp, how the Full body combat vest was clicked on, how many clips you took for a one day mission and the like.

He ran in, together with the others. Everyone went first over to the lockers, where Grey found his one relatively quick. First, he took a Kevlar vest. Then, he jumped into some trousers, and zipped on the utility belt. He then stepped into a pair of nice, big boots.
Now was time to get to the arms cage. He first checked the list of arms.

Lets see M4, Tavor, SPAS-12, M129, MP5

He went for a silenced MP5 loaded with 10 mm standard ammunition, together with a flashlight. He took a total of eight clips.

As a secondary, he loaded a standard Beretta.
For grenades, he chose some standard M82 Frag Grenades. Ready to roll.

Lastly, he pulled on the combat Vest with even more Kevlar sewn in. He noticed a small badge on his shoulder, saying Charlie Leader Grey Snake. So he was a leader. Cool. He knew that as leader, he had to pack some ammo for his fellow team members, so he grabbed a box of 7.62 Full Metal Jacket ammo (100 shots, about 1.5 kilos) in his backpack, which already had some liters of water. Phew, it got a bit heavy, all that.

All done packing, ladies? Well then, get over to the Helipad!

Everyone quickly ran over to the chopper, and got in.
It was a standard BlackHawk attack helicopter, with one Minigun and room for eight.
They all took a seat, except for a guy with the tag UnDead Duck who took place behind the turret.
Now, Grey looked at the others. They totalled at 6 units, all armed with different weapons. One had a Berett M1245 Sniper rifle, another the standard scoped M16, one a USAS-12 Automatic shotgun, the squad medic had an Uzi with laser pointer and scope, one the M4 Colt Commando, and lastly (Grey) the MP5. Everyone was stuffed with clips and shells.

Its a real overkill to send us down to that lab, the medic said, Probably some nut shooting a little in the offices.

Yeah, the others mumbled.

Little did they know.

Posted by: zombieslaya February 19, 2005 04:50 pm
this is getting goooood!!! keep up the good work man!

Posted by: Radman February 19, 2005 08:28 pm
looks good...

Cant wait till ya introduce me... heheheeh

Posted by: Keyes February 20, 2005 12:48 am
smart stuff cool.gif

Posted by: Elite viking February 20, 2005 02:06 pm
Okay. Here comes a pretty emotional part. This is a sad part, as Grey looses a lot.
bohooo!


All right, LZ is two minutes away! You better make sure all guns are loaded this second, or youll regret it on the ground!

Grey played the slightly angry commander barking out commands like there would be no tomorrow. He ran his tests too, cocking the beretta, chambering a round into the barrel of the MP5, making sure the pins were on for all of the Fragmentation Grenades.

Ok, LZ one minute away! Prepare for fastrapelling down!

Yes, sir. Everyone stood ready.

Sir, picking up unknown object towards our direction fast! Its- Shit, weve got a full battery of Stingers locked on! We have to get out! The pilot screamed, fear flashing in his eyes.

So the godamn Lab had defenses, eh? And no one had bothered turning them off, even not for their rescue team.

Uh Undead, Medic and Wilkinson! Get out the rope!

The three hurried over to the crane, and pressed the right buttons. The steel wire shot out, and reached the ground.

Hurry! Get down! Now!

Grey pushed the men over there, and hurried over to the pilot to unstrap him. As leader, he had to set the team before own safety.

Shit! Captain, the belts stuck! Oh God no I dont want to die

The pilot panicked, jerking from side to side in his seat. The instruments on the chopper were beeping madly, indicating that at least 15 stingers were less than ten seconds away.
The sniper was on his way down the wire, followed by Undead Duck.

Come on! Hurry up! Grey Snake was screaming to Duck, while trying to open up the pilots belt.

The first stinger hit.

Booom.
For Grey, time almost stood still around him. He saw the glass in the cockpit slowly shatter from the frontal hit, thousands of shards coming towards him. All the same, the whole chopper shook violently. He slowly heard the screams of Undead, as he lost grip of the wire when he still was eight meters above the surface.

Grey propelled himself backwards, sensing he heat from the explosion all around him, and blinded by the smoke. Amidst all of the noises, he could distinct a thwack as the glass went straight trough the pilot. His team was narrowing down fast.
His squad had all but one fell off the chopper, with the medic still aboard holding tightly at the wire. Get down NOW! Grey yelled as high as he could to deafen out the sounds of ten more stingers, less than five seconds away. He grabbed the man around his waist, and jumped out of the burning inferno, barely holding the wire.

He fell downwards, almost burning off the hand that held the rope. He landed hard at the ground, avoiding the body of Undead. It lay still, in an awkward position with the spine standing right out of his body armor.

Take cover! Grey started to yell out to the last two survivors, when...
BOoomBooomBlamWADOOOoomm.
The stingers annihilated the chopper, sending a hell of bits and shards of the chopper down towards the three of them in a scaring speed.
The medic reacted first, throwing himself over Grey snake, grabbing the Dead Duck (I know I shouldnt be making bad jokes in such an intense momentJust had to smile.gif) and throwing it over the Sniper, who had landed without more than a few bruises.

No! the leader screamed at the top of his lungs, as the man, in an attempt to save his captain, used himself as a body shield.

The medic suddenly began having spasms, slowly saying Ugh. Ggrgl h..
Grey, at first, didnt realize what it was, but then, when the medic shook even more, accompanied with thwack thwack thwackwack he knew.
The poor guy was getting filled with shrapnel, shot into him at many hundred kilometers an hour.

Grey Snake began crying like mad, screaming out Noo! No God NO WHYY!, hearing nothing but the explosions and screams over and over again.
Hell has just given him a taste of what he would go trough.

Posted by: DarknessGlams February 20, 2005 03:08 pm
Now that was cool.

Posted by: Keyes February 20, 2005 03:13 pm
dude... cool.gif

Posted by: zombieslaya February 20, 2005 05:29 pm
that was awesome, but the first stinger probably would have knocked the chopper out of the sky, awesome part though.

Posted by: Elite viking February 20, 2005 06:22 pm
Heh.. top of the story. From now, I can't possibly live up to the expectations... tongue.gif
Funny... A lot of comments, but the ammount of read is rather low. I'd like people to say what I can change, and yes yes yes... We'll get to the blasting soon. Dont worry Radman, the infection will spread into the city, so prepare for your tour of duty wink.gif

Posted by: zombieslaya February 20, 2005 07:29 pm
dont worry man, i think you are an awesome writer, also i jope that my char comes in with TOW missles flying, that would be kinda cool, kinda reflects how i would enter a city like that with tons of zombies, oh yeah, bodies going flying evrey which way biggrin.gif

Posted by: Elite viking February 20, 2005 07:42 pm
The.Raver slowly crept out from his cover behind the dead team member. The medic had surely saved his life by throwing it over him, or else hed be filled with lead by now.

He still couldnt get it. Were all of the others dead? He had heard himself the pitching yell of Undead as he fell to the ground, and broke his neck. Why was he the lucky one? He had just a meter left when the explosion made him fall down. And then, the captain had grabbed the medic, and rapelled down

When the last stingers hit the chopper, he had thought all was over. But again, he had been lucky. The body was thrown with force over him, and he fell. Moments later he heard the terrifying sound of metal pieces that penetrated the flesh over him, and the screams of Grey.

For a long time, he had silently whimpered, eyes shut. But when the blood began trickling over his own armor, he couldnt stand hiding there anymore.
He went over to the shredded man with a red cross on his helmet.

Sorry man I I just cant take it. All of my b-buddies are dead he slowly stuttered.

Cough cough anybody there?

The voice startled Raver, and he jumped away.

Is it you, Cap?

Yeah Could you give me a hand here? I am stuck behind this God I cant take itGrey Snake began shaking violently when The.Raver pulled him out.

Take it easy theres nothing we can do Raver tried to comfort him.

Its just that

He turned away when his captain began vomiting. He understood it; he would have done the same thing if it werent for that he hadnt eaten in a long time.
They sat by the wreckage for some minutes. Not a word was spoken. Slowly. The hyperventilating of Grey Snake faded away.

Ok Im fine now. We better get over to the labs. Grey said, standing up.

I dont like where this is headed. These labs must be doing some pretty shady research, if intruders are shotdown.

He took out the MP5, and switched to Automatic. His face hardened. He wished for someone to pay for his dead squad members.

Lets go.


Longer part coming, this time with those inside the labs.

Posted by: DarknessGlams February 20, 2005 08:06 pm
Great as usual. Keep going.

Posted by: The.Raver February 20, 2005 08:22 pm
wewt im in the story >.> <.<

Posted by: Keyes February 20, 2005 08:38 pm
tis cool cool.gif there's gonna be zombies in the city soon? cool!

Posted by: Elite viking February 20, 2005 10:06 pm
OKay... here, in this part, we have some violence (Killing zombies! Weeee!) and strong language, so dont blame me when you get nightmares.


Its too quiet out there some of the people in the briefing room whispered.

Everyone was as quiet as possible, not wanting to attract attention of those outside. But not getting heard was a bit hard. That train had passed long ago.

People was not sure if it was when everyone ran inside the room screaming, zombies had gotten attention of the room.

Or if it was when they ran out again (after Rusty firing a few rounds in the air) to gather supplies (Security guards finding their guns, scientists breakin
g up candy machines, others dragging in the water automats, and a lot of people just screaming a lot).

Maybe it was when they boarded up stuff against the doors, after first nailing big wooden planks over it all with an electric drill. Or when Rusty drilled a hole, at the size of a tennis ball, in the wall so that he could shoot zombies trough it.
Well, the sum of it caused a lot of undead to flock around the briefing room. Rusty and the others with guns had shot a lot of them into pieces, spraying the walls with blood and brain matter, without any serious damage was done to the blockade.
He was having the time of his life.
The hall was still silent. No mumbling, or groaning, or eating noises were heard. Had the plague died off?
Anyone want to go outside and take a look? Rusty asked.

Ermm How do we get out? one asked.

With the air vents, everyones favorite armed scientists said, nodding upwards.
If you just avoid the fans, youll be allright.

The room went even more silent.
How..big, and how powerful are those fans?

Id guess they are a meter in diameter, and could easily chop a man in two. Why?

Everyone stared at him. A few looked from side to side, or began scraping with their feet. A security guard clutched his firearm.
So, any volunteers? Rusty cheerily asked.



Stupid democracy stupid not making me their leader stupid cowards afraid of some big fansstupid everyone Rusty muttered while creeping around in the ventilation shafts.

He had checked out the outside of the briefing room. Nothing there, except for shadows going away the second Rusty looked trough a hole in the vent. And, of course, a few bodies which he had shot. Then, the people in the refugee centre had voted for Rusty to crawl out for help.

Now and then he heard some moaning beneath him, then he smashed a whole in the fan before blowing the head off the ones making noises. He was running pretty low on Winchester ammunition, and the wholes in the shafts began adding up. Also, the labs could use a cleaning from all of the blood smears.

He was on his last 20 rounds when he finally heard talking from living people.
Do you see anything yet?

This was his chance. He had to make contact with them. So he did what he had done a lot of lately. He used the butt of his rifle to make a nice, big hole, before jumping down.
He faced two barrels when doing so.

Hey, easy there

Hands up, fingers interlocked behind you head. Do it or you are fucking dead! the leader, wielding a small, silenced SMG yelled at him.

Rusty dropped his Winchester and did as told. The SMG-man walked over to him. He was a strong, mean looking guy, with a full body Flak vest after what Rusty could tell. Both of them had the safety off their guns. More frightening, their suits were drenched in blood



Nikku was randomly running around; in parts of the lab he had never before seen. He was lost, and he knew it. He had shot countless zombies, and was beginning to run low on both .45 ACP and 9mm Para. Once, he had opened his backpack to load a few rounds into his Mk23s, but had almost killed himself doing it.
While loading one bullet at a time into the clips, he was encountered by five zombies coming towards him, all of them with torn, former white suits, now in a mixture of gray-black and red. He had to go at them with three shots in his guns, and lastly slice the last one to death with his knife.

It was an experience he didnt want to repeat. He had slowly pressed the Microtech HALO longer into the forehead of the zombie, blood spattering at Nikkus face, after kicking the arms off with his iron-tipped boots. He had almost puked.

Now, he was beginning to hallucinate. Hearing screams of the damned, moaning all around him, seeing shadows quickly disappearing when rounding corners, blood dripping from the surfaceWhat was this? Weren't there anyone else alive here?

The moaning got higher. Nikku checked both Mini Uzis were loaded, and threw himself around the corner, while time slowed down. There were three of them, eating a still live guard, trying to reach his gun to kill himself while his skull was opened.
KrakrakKrakraKrak.

Nikku opened fire, first shot to the poor victim. Then the zombies got theirs. A scientists head exploded, sending a fountain of blood around the hall. Another scientist received multiple rounds going straight trough his mouth, separating the head from the body with a gash of red. The third and last, still eating the man, first got shot in the back.
It stood up, roaring angrily at his attacker.

Goodbye, fuckface, Nikku wheezed before pulling the trigger.

The body fell lifeless to the floor, missing everything neck and up. It made a squishing sound as it slumped over its fellow undead. Nikku stepped over the corpses, but turned around again to take a look at them. The man, with the badge security on his partly devoured shoulder, twitched. He was turning. With a sad look on his face, Nikku raised his boot.
CRNnch.
He had completely destroyed the head with the stomp. Spotting any of the blue on the man's shirt was impossible. with the head mashed in, even more blood flowed over the corspe.
Dragging the foot a little to get rid of the worst mess, Nikku merged a few shots into the Uzis before he kept on walking. The world was darkening for him. Now, he was constantly hearing whispers, telling him to come here. And behind every corner, dragging feet could be heard. He was in a nightmare.



I will try to make the story a good mix of horror, dark humour and action from now on. When we get to the city, there will be a lot of survival horror (Inside a house under siege by zombies) and street action ( Radman running around looking for people alive, and the cleanup crew's remainers who try to stay alive in this Hell)
You can strongly sense the different aspects of the story, if you compare Rusty and NIkku and what they are going trough...
Like it? Comments\Constructive criticism

Posted by: Keyes February 20, 2005 10:40 pm
smart cool.gif this b some good stuff biggrin.gif

Posted by: The.Raver February 20, 2005 10:42 pm
but what about me?

Posted by: Keyes February 20, 2005 10:44 pm
QUOTE (The.Raver @ Feb 20 2005, 10:42 PM)
but what about me?

arent you meant to be with Grey? i know i'm hiding out in my house wid my own lil arsenal biggrin.gif

Posted by: The.Raver February 20, 2005 11:12 pm
yes...but i want to be thought of! i paid viking 20 bucks to put into his story! i demand fame and fortune!

Posted by: Elite viking February 20, 2005 11:44 pm
Don't worry, you and grey and rusty will be going around in the labs wasting in a few moments... I have written three parts today, dont know if i start on another one. Wait and see. But, while I remember, you wont go cleaning up it all, just to save the briefing room guys.
And BTW, Nikku will meet someone (The lone wolf hint hint wink.gif )....

Posted by: Keyes February 21, 2005 12:32 am
QUOTE (Elite viking @ Feb 20 2005, 11:44 PM)
Don't worry, you and grey and rusty will be going around in the labs wasting in a few moments... I have written three parts today, dont know if i start on another one. Wait and see. But, while I remember, you wont go cleaning up it all, just to save the briefing room guys.
And BTW, Nikku will meet someone (The lone wolf hint hint wink.gif )....

who's the lone wolf? blink.gif

Posted by: zombieslaya February 21, 2005 03:40 am
im maybe guessing that its my char but im not sure as he is lone and operates by himself. but im not sure cause i cant read elite_vikings mind

Posted by: Elite viking February 21, 2005 02:54 pm
A lone wolf That's HUNTING... hint hint
Check the stats of a guy that likes being alone... ( on the matrix profiles )
THere, a ton of hints. I'll go back to make the story now =)

Posted by: The.Raver February 21, 2005 03:01 pm
i am not in the understanding of the hints you have shown.

but he may be gray

Posted by: Elite viking February 21, 2005 03:42 pm
Argh, you fools. HUNTER!!!11111 LOLWAFFLES...

Posted by: Elite viking February 21, 2005 03:59 pm
New part smile.gif


Were trapped! Theres no way out! Were going to dieor become them! Sergei yelled, losing his mind.

Calm down, help is coming, DarknessGlams tried to comfort him, We are going to make it, comrade. It was false words, he had lost hope himself.

They had lost two of their men, and were pinned down in a small room. While searching for the power generator, the crowds of scared Americans they encountered diminished, until no one was seen. Then, it got quiet. Too quiet.
They found out that the silence was much better than what came later. Just when they had found the right sector, and had pinned the location of the reactor, Jurij had complained of hearing things. Moaning voices in the dark They had all laughed at it, giving Jurij a rub in his hair, before telling him to drink less Vodka when on missions.

But minutes later, everyone heard. Soon, the sounds were accompanied by shuffling. They shivered of the noises from dragging feet, coming towards them.
When they saw the first one, they panicked. A decayed man with a long beard stained in blood. Half of its right arm was missing, and it left a trail of blood after it.

They shot at it, but not one of the bullets seemed to give any effect. It was not until DarknessGlams had taken out his MR-433 VIKING ( smile.gif ) class 9mm pistol and given the attacker a shot right trough the head that it died, splattering its remains all over the corridor.
While they reloaded the guns, another one appeared. And another one. Soon, the whole hall was filled with zombies, and they had taken shelter inside a small room.
Jurij was the first to die. He was boarding up tables to cover the door when a hand smashed trough, dragging at his arm. He shot a bullet right trough, but the arm still tried to pull him. He had began yelling, screaming that his comrades should cut of the arm. They all rushed to his assistance, but then many more pairs of arms burst trough the door. His screams when they tore him apart had gone trough flesh and bone.
There was nothing they could do, but continue Jurijs work.

From time to time, the undead would break trough the barricades, and the Spetznasz would open fire to hold them back. One of those moments, the team sniper had lost his magazine while reloading, and one of the zombies had bitten him when he fumbled with it. When the attack was driven back, they all watched with horror as their comrades skin paled, until he was in a white, almost blue form. He had lost consciousness after half an hour, after screaming in agony all the time.
They shot him to relieve him from the pain.

Now, the barricades was lead-filled, and wouldnt take another attack. They had only one choice: To try to fight their way out.

Okay, comrades, there is no point in waiting for help anymore. WE have to find help ourselves, DarknessGlams said to his two remaining men.

Both nodded, with flickering eyes.
Kachink. Ch-chk.Krakh. They all loaded their guns, and prepared for their last fight for survival

Immoral Sniper was walking from side to side in his office. Why hadnt the chopper returned? He had tried contacting the pilot, but all the answer he got was static.
Had something gone wrong?
He sat down again. This could kill his career, but he had to send another team in, to find out what was going on. He dialed a number only he knew about.

Yes? A voice boomed in the telephone.

Ah ZombieSlaya, you are awake I have a mission for you.

Ill be there in a minute.

One thing. Pack for a heavy assault mission.

Very well.
Click.

IN the city... (Been a long time)

Elite Viking and -=Jouni=- had just finished. The last hour, after really making sure they were in Heavens gate, they had prepared all they needed for surviving.
First, they had searched for weapons and protective suits. Jouni had taken the longest and sharpest kitchen knives he could find, and gathered thick suits. Viking had sawed off the safety tip of his sword, and gathered all the Kevlar sewn fencing wear.

After that, they filled a satchel up with water bottles, freeze-dried food, various vitamine pills, and first-aid items.
Lastly, they had searched the phone catalogue for any more names of fellow BB gamers. They hit up at all the names they could remember. They found Keyes, Radman, OneOfTheLost, Hunter and themselves.
So they dialed up all of them. Only Keyes picked up.

Keyes? a voice on the line said.

Keyes, youre not gonna believe this, Viking quickly said

Who... is this?

Its Viking from the BB forums, I know, its all weird as Hell, but right now we have concerns that are much worse. We are in Heavens Gate, USA, Keyes. There hasnt yet been an infection, but Its gonna begin any moment.

Whoah, slow down fan boy.

Thats my line, Jouni grumbled.

Youre saying we are about to be invaded by zombies?

Exactly. As a proof that it could happen, did anything weird happen to you today?

How did you know that? Keyes slowly said.

How bad is it at your place? I suddenly received new muscles in places Ive never known of.

Hah! Thats not even close to me. I am a freaking Rambo, and Im ex-Beret. I have a total of five guns right now, including akimbo Beretta 92fs, an M16, a modified, reloadable LAW and a Raging Bull, Keyes bragged.

Thats great. The more weapons, the better. Could you tell us where you live? Your place sounds like a fortress-

I dont know where I live myself. And if the infection could start any moment its probably better for you to stay where you are.

Hey, how about we use a map, and then mail a picture of it to eachother, with our place dotted out?

OkayThat might work. Good idea.

They hung up, and raced over to their computers to find a map.

Posted by: OneoftheLost February 21, 2005 04:04 pm
I didnt pick up? Why didnt I pick up? am I dead? am I alive? Is there an undead chicken pecking at my corpse? where am I!? *sobs* probably at the Mall. since I work there an all. ok ok ill shut my trap. continue yur awesoem story.

Posted by: _CiviliaN^SoldieR_ February 21, 2005 04:27 pm
QUOTE (Elite viking @ Feb 21 2005, 02:42 PM)
Argh, you fools. HUNTER!!!11111 LOLWAFFLES...

My LOLWAFFLEZ :/ Givf Back :/

Nice stuff.

Posted by: zombieslaya February 21, 2005 04:59 pm
woo hoo!! awesome way to introduce my char! also the fact it was immroal_sniper who called him up is an added plus, but je doubt he would trust me with a misson of that importance though. (note to immoral_sniper, i didnt mean any offence when i said that)

Posted by: Keyes February 21, 2005 05:44 pm
rock on! i live in a fortress wid a reloadable LAW! biggrin.gif

Posted by: Elite viking February 21, 2005 05:57 pm
Whatever makes you guys happy laugh.gif

Posted by: zombieslaya February 21, 2005 06:27 pm
the suspense is killing me!!! can hardly wait for next part!

Posted by: Elite viking February 21, 2005 07:12 pm
Wait no more...
Author's note: Damn this is killing me! I haven't played BB for days, in order to update all the time!


ZombieSlaya took on his modified flak vest, with double ammount of Kevlar compared to an ordinary one. It had pouches all over it for ammunition and grenades. The only thing he loved more was his camo-painted jeep with a missile launcher on, or his modified Car-15.

After the vest was on, he began filling the different pockets with ammunition. For this mission, he would be bringing his Car-15 with at least 300 rounds, a desert Eagle .50 with 70, and a belt with ten badass Vulcan Phosphorous grenades.
When the boss said heavy assault, he got heavy assault.

He took both loose 7.62 rifle ammunition (Hollow pointed), and .50 pistol rounds (HE) into one pouch. Across his chest he had taken a belt of Vulcan Phosphorous grenades.
Next on the list was high-heel military boots, and thick gloves with some kevlar too, for better grip on the rifle.

He then put loaded magazines in his ammo belt, with 5 ready-to-go clips for his rifle and 2 for the pistol. The rest was in the side pockets and in the backpack. It totaled to fifteen loaded Car-15 clips and eight Desert Eagle ones, with a pocket of loose rounds too (Loading rounds into magazines is often preferred above having only ready magazines).

Before jumping into the TOW missile jeep, he readied a special water bottle in the satchel for use. It had a small drinking straw attached to his helmet, so that he could drink anytime.
When he turned around the ignition keys, he slapped his forehead.

How stupid How could I forget!he said to himself, and ran back into his garage for his Car-15 with the name Anabel.

ZombieSlaya had never had a girlfriend. His gun was as far as he got. He clicked on the usual extras on the rifle. A flashlight, a laser pointer, a muffler, an infra-red scope. Still, the rifle was quite light. It was specially designed for him, with grip fitting his hand like a glove. Also, all unnecessary weight had been removed. It didnt come at the expense of aim since he always had at least half a kilo of extra equipment on it (Weight determines aim to a certain point).

Then, finally, after hugging his rifle a little, he drove off to the coordinates on his GPS.

The Labs he mumbled, I bet somethings gone wrong

He was mostly called when the situation was critical, if someone were missing or if it was a doomsday scenario. At the last one he usually had a lot of backup, at the first one too, so someone was MIA.
Not that it mattered. All he wanted to do was to shoot at something, blow it up, and maybe repeat it a couple of times. Usually, he made a big distraction, shooting at the enemy while the friendlies got the hell out of there.
The missing guys better not come into his way.




The.Raver and Grey Snake were still pointing guns at that strange scientist. After all, an armed man in a lab coat popping out of the roof isnt that usual, and raises a bit suspicion. Also, when your team is reduced to two, you get a bit jumpy, wanting to give someone the blame.

What the Hell is going on in here? Grey asked roughly, wanting to butt-smack the man.

Well, its a science lab where we develop different armaments, gadgets and that sort of thing for the Army.

I couldnt care less. What is going on RIGHT NOW, so fucking important that some freako decides to call us?

Oh, that.

Rusty seemed pretty untouched by the fact that the whole lab was a war zone
.
Well, it started when we made this poison gas called Red Death. It was designed to go into the human bodys cells, and with electrical pulses command the cells into say, commanding heart cells to stop beating.

So the body dies. Dont we have a million of methods already?

Dont interrupt m-

The angry Rusty faced the two barrels again.

Whoah, lets not meet hasty conclusions here? Anyways, someone altered the gas, so that it only was effective in dead tissue. It then sent electrical pulses trough the body to sustain life. To keep it short, it reanimates dead bodies.

So what made this so terribly dangerous?

Rusty was silent for a moment. It seemed as he was listening after something.

I think I will let you find out yourself. Keep close to me.

The two soldiers shrugged, and followed the man with the Winchester, both of them determined to pop off his damn scientist head if he tried anything.

Ok theres a couple of them around here. Shoot at their heads, the man whispered a second before he turned around a corner, opening fire.

Hey, what do you think youre doing! Grey yelled, aiming at Rusty.

What is he firing at? The.Raver whispered to Grey before running over to the man with the Winchester. No one had yet come so far that they had introduced themselves.
When he passed the corner, he gasped in horror.

Four morbid figures were slowly limping towards him. They were all messed up beyond understanding, one with a bone stump instead of an arm, another with half a head. One had his stomach torn open, with the guts splashing at the floor.

Hey, stop what you are doing or God Grey had also seen it now.

Raver was the first to react. He pulled out his Socom, and fired a shot in the heart region at one. Blam. Not a reaction at all. The creature didnt even flinch. Blam. Another shot, this time aimed at the lungs. Nothing.
BLAM. The Winchester found its target, decapitating the former human. It fell instantly.

Thats how you do it, Rusty said, before reloading the rifle.

ThwakThwakThwak. Greys MP5 separated the head from the body of one.

They arent human he slowly whispered, as if to himself.

Nope, they are those reanimated fellows I told you about.

Moments later, all of the things were on the floor. Grey studied them up close. He couldnt see what they had worn, since the guts and other things had covered the most of it. Apart from all the red they had, they were very pale.

Its about time you came. We need more assistance around here, Rusty said to the others.

By the way, my names Rusty.

Grey Snake, Grey to you.

The.Raver, Id prefer Raver.

Thats enough formality, Grey said harsh.

Is there any survivors of the incident left here as you know?

Yes, theres at least thirty in a briefing room, not far from here. But I am afraid it may be under siege of the zombies.

We have to give it a try. I dont want my men to have fallen in vain.

Other soldiers? Rusty said curiously. He really wanted more soldiers to help, as long as they didnt steal his kills.

Yes. They were all killed by an anti-aircraft attack. It brought forth bad memories in both soldiers.

Oh, you mean the Stinger AA battery? A genius invention right-ack
Grey took a chokehold on Rusty.

Dont. You. Ever. Again. Say. That. Those. Were. Genius. O. K.
Finally, his grip let loose of Rusty, dropping him on the floor.
Show us where that room is.

Anyhow, how did you guys come in here? The doors are several inches thick!

They were open. It was kinda curious Greys face went from angry, to numb with fear. I saw some dots in the distance headed towardsthe city

What do you mean? Raver was getting nervous, knowing that it had to be bad news to crack down his commander like that.

Someone must have panicked, and escaped out. Raver, not only this lab is contaminated. Maybe the whole city.




OH NOES!!!!1111 ph34r.gif

Posted by: DarknessGlams February 21, 2005 08:12 pm
Come on man, next part. I know your in the forum. He He He. Do you think me 'n' my men will ever meet up with any-one else or are we gonna die alone without an explantion?

Posted by: Elite viking February 21, 2005 08:30 pm
You are russian. Russian are communists. communists are bad. bad is worty of dying. when you die you die alone. When you are alone, it cant get explained.
Ergo, with Viking-o-logic, you will die a lonesome death without explaination. biggrin.gif
Shall I never have time to play BB? Oh thy wolves, commanding me after thy wishes!

Posted by: Keyes February 21, 2005 09:26 pm
good stuff cool.gif we like smile.gif

Posted by: -=Jouni=- February 21, 2005 10:14 pm
QUOTE (Elite viking @ Feb 21 2005, 03:59 PM)

Whoah, slow down fan boy.
Thats my line, Jouni grumbled.

LOL

OWNAGE

Posted by: DarknessGlams February 21, 2005 10:56 pm
Eh... I'm pretty sure Russia isn't a Communist countery any more. That ended with Stalin I think.

This is what you get for not knowing many people in this site. You get added in a story and die a lonely death, oh well.

Posted by: Elite viking February 21, 2005 11:41 pm
Haha, ment as a joke. You die courageously after this part, with alot of perspectives inside the lab. Pretty long eh? =)

We have to remove the blockade, DarknessGlams said.

The other two nodded, and began dragging away the tables and wastebaskets. A few of those outside began hissing, scraping at the broken door.

Hurry, they are catching interest in us! Sergei, do you have any grenades left? Pedro said.

Uhm, yes, three of them. Why?

Set one of them at timed explosion and one at impact explosion.

Pedro stopped removing things while Sergei drew forth two RGN pineapple grenades, and twisted a ring around the pin to activate timed explosion. He handed them over to Pedro, who removed the pin of the timed one before telling them to take cover.

What are you doing? Darkness asked, slightly angry. Tossing grenades around might kill them all. The mission had to be completed.

Just hide! The grenade is about to blow!

He tossed the timed one at the door, where it made a clanking sound before laying still. The three spetznazs hid behind a table.
BADABOOM.
Quickly, Pedrostood up, ran out and threw the other grenade at the charging undead.
BABLAMM.

Come on! While the zombies are few!

The two others didnt have to be asked twice, and ran out, with two ak47 assault rifles and a Saiga 12 automatic shotgun drawn. Their true fight for life began.


What the fuck was that? Grey shouted to the other two.

It sounded like two explosions, sir, Rusty said.

Are you a goddamn idiot? Of course it was explosions! I need to know what kind of explosions!

Sounded like grenades, Grey. Let me think
Its probably an eastern block grenade, left over from the Cold war. Sounded like a primitive explosive device.

Grey was impressed, but didnt have time to say so.
What do we do? Go to the survivors room and get them out, or investigate the explosions? Rusty asked.

We have to evac those we know are still alive. Get going, Grey Snake barked out. Those grenades sure would attract a lot of zombies, and he didnt want to be there when that happened.
The explosions caught Nikku off guard. He fell at the ground by all the shaking, and when the second one came, he was covered in dust falling from the roof. There were still people alive. And they needed help.

For a moment, Nikku thought clearly, without anything to disturb him. He threw away his Mini Uzis. They were empty. So, with drawn Socom MK23s he began rushing to the closest elevator. He had just passed one, with a man, or rather the remains of a man, sat against the wall. Just like a lot of others, he had probably tried to get away too.
Just as he pressed the open doors button, a second too late, he got aware of the harsh Breathing inside.
A zombie lunged at him, knocking the Mk23s out of his hands. He fell to the floor, Nikku under with the zombie on top, in a wrestle of death. He gave the abomination a few punches, but couldnt risk puncturing the skull, letting the infection fluid hit him. Its teeth got closer, opening the jaw to get a gnaw at Nikku. Nikku gave it a whack with his forehead, which did nothing to the zombie. It got even closer He formed his left hand as a blade, and made a good smack at its neck. He could feel the spine breaking, but still it came at him. In a desperate maneuver, he pushed with all his might, and barely lifted it. He couldnt hold on much longer. If just he could reach his knife
Klik. BLAM.
When hearing the distinctive cocking of a revolver, Nikku shut his eyes, awaiting someone to free him of his strive for life. But when the shot came, it wasnt for him. He heard the slushing sound, as a big round went straight trough the zombie aboive him, vaporizing the head instantly. He felt the splash as blood got smeared all over him.

Dont move yourself. We have to clean away the blood before it enters your skin,
a voice with a Brazilian accent echoed around him.

He sensed something brush smoothly at his face.

OK this will sting, so prepare for pain. Whatever you do, dont open your eyes.
He heard the click of a lighter readied for use. The flame was held close to his face, to burn away the bacteria or whatever you might call the Red Death.

There. You can see now.

Nikku opened his eyes up, and he looked at his savior. It was a security guard, wielding a Taurus Raging Bull. In his helmet he had engraved a wolf, and the name Hunter.

ThanksHunter.

Youre welcome. Now, we have to get to those upstairs.

Hunter followed the man. They could both hear the clatter of rifles, accompanied by the booming of a shotgun. They had to hurry.

SHIT! KEEP RUNNING SERGEI!

Darkness yelled. Sergei had formed a rear end for the troop, fending of the zombies that came behind them. His shotgun was booming at the incoming hordes, ripping bodies apart. The corridors were painted red.

DarknessGlams and Pedro was running forward, their fingers constantly pressing the trigger. TrakBLAMTrakTrak TrakTrakBLAMTrakTraBLAMTrakTrak
Even with the body count rising every second, the zombie mob didnt diminish. Rather the contrary. The halls seemed to thicken for every zombie that fell.
Sergei turned around, seeing the small space between him and the others was about to be filled with zombies. He quickly drew his long rifled Combat Knife, clicked it on as a bayonet on his shotgun, and rushed forward, slashing with it like a sword.

It worked. The knife chopped trough all of the ands that went out to grab him. The unlucky, former woman that stood in his way to his team, received first, a knife trough her forehead, followed by two hundred iron pellets. Sergei kicked the body to the side, but just when he was joining his fellow Russians, a zombie hit his arm, ripping an open wound.

Agh! He yelled before blasting the zombie into small chunks of rotting flesh.

WHERE IS THE GODDAMN GENERATOR! Pedro shouted while giving a zombie the butt of his Ak.
He then turned to face another zombie, pressing the trigger. Klik. He quickly smashed the rifle as hard as he could in the head of the attacker, separating it in two. He then grabbed his own and Darkness VIKING heavy caliber pistol and opened fire.

RIGHT AROUND THE CORNE-IM DRY I NEED COVER! Darkness yelled in panic.

The worst moment fighting these things was when your magasine was used up.
The two others formed a small coverage around their leader, blasting the incoming undead into shreds.
He made a new record in reloading. Pulling out the clip, grabbing a new one, slapping it in and pull the lever took less than two seconds.

YOU FUCKING WANT SOME? COME AND GET IT! He was back in action, separating head from body again.

WE CANT MAKE IT! THE WAVES ARE TOO THICK! Sergei shouted to deafen out the moaning and gunfire. His words was barely heard between his shotgun blasting, which dominated the scene.

WE ARE GOING TO MAKE IT NO MATTER THE COST! DarknessGlams took his satchel filled with loose rounds, grabbed Sergeis last grenade and shove it down.
TAKE THAT YOU SONOFABITCHES He yelled as he threw the satchel ahead of them.
BLAAAAAMMBLAMBLAMBLAMBABlamTrakTrakTrakBLAMTRakTrakTrak.
It was like a shrapnel grenade, only worse.
The explosion ripped trough the zombie lines, shredding them to pieces. Those closest to the satchel was turned into pools of blood and skeleton powder. The others was penetrated all over themselves with high-caliber rounds, falling to the ground.
The road was clear for a few seconds.

RUN!


Just then, the elevator opened, and the two security guards stepped out
.
HolyOpen fire!
Nikku unleashed a hail of bullets, accompanied by the roar of Hunters Raging Bull once in a while. The already weakened undead lines was torn apart, with the pistols sending them to the floor missing parts of their heads, and the Raging bull completely demolishing skulls, often two in a row. This new line of fire let the Russians come trough.

What are you doing? Why arent you hiding with the others? Nikku yelled, as he recognized the scientist he had talked to earlier.

We have to destroy the power generator! It will make the whole labs explode, and thus preventing the spreading into the city! he got back.

Its over there!

They all ran, with blazing guns, over to the door marked with generator and voice room. They threw themselves in. While the Russians covered the door with their own bodies, Nikku and Hunter ran around, finding random furniture to cover up the door.
After they had made the door safe for a few more minutes, they hurried over to the generators.

So who are you? Say it short, we cant talk too long with thoseabominations outside.

We are Spetznasz, special operatives that were monitoring this research facility for things to steal. We had weapons in case something went wrong, and the facility had to be blown up. This was exactly what we feared.

Okay... Nikku didnt care if they had been terrorists, as long as they were against the zombies.
He noticed Darkness' limping, and Sergei's bite wound. They had all taken multiple wounds from the grenade package. Sergei wasn't that badly hurt of bullets; the bite was more threatening. darkness had taken one in his chest, and two in his legs. But the Russian stubborness made them keep going.
So what are we going to do? Blow it up?

No we dont have any charges.

What? How are we going to take out that shit! Nikku exploded(Not boom exploded, but angry exploded. If he really was a bomb, all would be so more easier smile.gif ).

There is only one way We make another shrapnel satchel charge with a grenade together with all loose ammunition we can spare, and throw it into the machinery.
They all listened to DarknessGlams plan.
The thing isNone of our grenades have any more than a five second fuse. We cant possibly escape the explosion. Of course, you can fight your way out-

No. If we try to open those doors, we will get overrun within moments. And if we by all odds make it past the doors, who will guard this place, so that the charge can be thrown? No, we have to stay. All of us. It was Hunter who interrupted.

Right. Nikku said.

You are very brave, comrades, Darkness said.

Very well. We have to enter the Com Channels, telling survivors to evacuate the lab before we blow it up.

Already done.

Hunter kicked open a door with the sign Com on it. Inside, he found a microphone on a table, and a small box with some buttons on it. Each button had a small letter, ranging from 1 up to 10.
I bet its the sectors the message will be said Nikku told Hunter.
They pressed in all of them.

Attention! Any survivors left in the facility! Attention! In order to try to contain the infection, we will blow up the generators! The zombies are trying to get in, and we will buy as much time as possible for you to escape, but we cant hold them for more than a few minutes! Get out of here NOW! Hunter yelled into the microphone.

What now Nikku asked while reloading his Mk23s.
Now We pack the charge, barricade the doors as best we can, and pray we can fend off the zombies until the others make it to the exit.




More will come (will Grey and the others make it out in time? Who opened the security doors? Will it spread to the city? Will ZombieSlaya do something in his cool car? Find out in ...next episode....)
EDIT: replies before I go to sleep? Clock is 1 in thee morning here...*yawn*

Posted by: -Rusty- February 22, 2005 06:41 am
nice! sry i haven't been replying, i haven't been at the forums sense early friday.

Posted by: Elite viking February 22, 2005 04:56 pm
C'mon gimme 43 more views, I wanna reach 1000 viewers biggrin.gif

Posted by: SirAlucard February 22, 2005 05:10 pm
Bit too late.

Name: SirAlucard

Description: Short, dark brown hair, Baize Eyes poty mouth. (LoL) Very baggy dark blue Levi's jeans, Nike trainers, gangsta hat, a Levi's tshirt and a hoody.

Age: 14

Abilities: Can easily dodge zombies, very athletic.

Weapons: Colt 1911, Knife. (Holds Colt 1911 like a gangsta sideways)

Posted by: Elite viking February 22, 2005 05:26 pm
I'll let you in if you tell me what that anime character is running from\to... That has kept me up at night...

Posted by: SirAlucard February 22, 2005 06:10 pm
Hellsing, Alucard of course

Posted by: DarknessGlams February 22, 2005 06:34 pm
I can tell what's going to happen to me.

Posted by: Keyes February 22, 2005 06:46 pm
lol, good stuff cool.gif

Posted by: Elite viking February 22, 2005 08:23 pm
1000! yay!

Posted by: Radman February 22, 2005 09:25 pm
Keep going man!...

It god damn rocks!

I wonder why I didnt answere the phone

Posted by: Elite viking February 23, 2005 12:12 am
You were at your shift... I am really sorry for that it takes so long before you get in, I just had to do that lab thing first...
If Nikku, Rusty or DarknessGlams are extremely angry because they are going to die, I give you one hour to reply(Change your fate) before I write your final chapter. If you aren't online, that sucks =)

Posted by: Elite viking February 23, 2005 01:18 am
A bit late, but here's a long part for today:


The three men stood still for a moment, letting the message sink in. They had nothing more than a couple of minutes before the labs would explode, to contain the plague as best as possible.

Now, we really are running out of time. We have to run to the refugee room, even if it attracts zombies. Get going no-

KABLAAaamm.

Holy shit! Havent we had our supply of explosions for today?

Raver was the first to stand up from the blast that had shook the ground. The two others still fumbled around at the floor.

We have to keep going! Move! Grey sat up, and immediately began running with his MP5 ready for action.

If weencounter zombies, you know, running, my Berrett wont do any good, Raver said.

His answer was given to him as Greys beretta.

All right.

Raver smiled as he took the two pistols, the Socom and the beretta, in left and right hand.
Rusty readied his desert eagle for close-quarter combat, and together they ran down the halls, sending echoes of footsteps all over the sector.
The shadows began taking interest in the three noisy things. Perhaps they were good to eat




So far, so good, ZombieSlaya said between gritted teeth, shoving away some imaginary dust from his vest.

The doors had looked open, but a little small for his jeep. So he really had to use the rocket launcher. There was absolutely no way around using it.
Not that he was against it, it was always funny to use. The way the car was shaking, right after the missile was fired, leaving its wonderful, bright smoke trail

But the explosion was always the best part. The whole ground would act as if it was an earthquake. And the crater! He got goose bumps just by thinking of it.
He had gotten quite far into the labs, but had to stop eventually, at places where even some BOOM-ing could help. So he left the jeep there, and ran in, pulling the Car-15 lever before searching the area.

It was a disaster area. The floor was littered with blood and intestines, but not a single body was seen. A few pieces of clothing, some torn bits of fabric with a dark red color decorated the place.

O Em Effing Gee, what is this place? Slaya said to himself, and partially to Anabel, the rifle.

He wasnt scared, he thought he had seen worse, but blood without bodies, and not a single foe or MIA in sight, made it all a littleunusual. Thats the word for it.
Clicking on his flashlight and pointer (Note: The pointer is invisible unless you look at it with infrared vision. Enemies seeing a laser aim isnt good, now is it? And Slaya has a little square at his helmet which he sees infrared through.), he slowly crept further into the lab.



The five soldier's sat down around the satchel, dropping spare rounds into it together with Darkness grenade which he had hidden for an emergency occasion. They had agreed on leaving two clips for each weapon out of the charge, for use to hold the hordes at bay.

None of the men were eager to begin talking, with a death sentence hanging over them. The only sounds heard, was the whimpering of Sergei with his bitten hand, the 'ringing' of the bullets scratching at eacother in the satchel and the heavy breathing of everyone, together with the constant moaning and scraping over at the door. It seemed to handle its duty, at least for another couple of minutes.

So I guess this is it then, Hunter said to the others, trying to break the ice, for all of us.

Yes. But you know, that our death ensures the lives of many others, Darkness tried to comfort them all. He knew his duty, as did the two other Spetsnasz', and hopefully the Americans.

I know, its for a better cause and all that. But I wished I had done more out of it all. You know, I was a lone wolf despising contact with others. I should have tried to get to know other people. Now, everyone I have ever wanted to know is dying, dead or zombificated

Hunter looked down, his dark eyes turning into glass (Poetic expression meaning he is on the brink of crying sad.gif ).

We do all feel like we have wasted our lives, my friend. Everyone dying young feel that way.
Perhaps one of your would-be friends is amongst those making their way out of here. Up with your head, we have to fight to the end. For the better of many.

Damn, if I werent about to die soon, Id call you a commie bastard.

Nikku smiled to the others, who returned the favor. everyone was wearing a grim smile.

We better get ready to defend the door.

Ch-Chk. Kha-Tchink. Thjatcka.
They all loaded their guns.

AhHurts so much the pain

They all looked at Sergeis twisted face. You didnt have to be a doctor to understand why. His hand was getting pale blue, his blood veins showing clearly. The skin was falling off.

.Kk-killme pl-please

DarknessGlams took one of the Vikings from the horrified Pedro, and chambered a round. When a highly trained Russian Spetsnasz soldier, able of withstanding unimaginable pains, was begging for death, it was gruesome.

Goodbye my friend, he stuttered, slowly pulling back the trigger.

Bam. The gunsmoke slowly curdled out of Sergeis hole in his head.
Kaklak. Darkness dropped the gun, tears blurring his vision. The clatter of the gun hitting the floor sounded far away. He was in Hell. Already in Hell. He had killed two of his best friend, and was sending his last one into doom together with him.
Only the awareness of his duty stopped him from setting Sergeis shotgun to his own head. He had to finish his job, and then he could sleep forever.
Forever.

I'd like it if Lord of the pings or TheBlazeUK would comment the story. Comments saying 'nice story' is... well, nice, but it's always good with comments saying what to change\add.

Posted by: -Rusty- February 23, 2005 02:21 am
if you want to kill me go ahead,although i'd rather live. but it's your story and you call the shots so do what you gotta do.

btw i wont be angry.

Posted by: Elite viking February 23, 2005 02:33 am
OK. You'll die, but in an extremely heroic way together with hunter and nikku. You will be heroes smile.gif

Posted by: The.Raver February 23, 2005 03:30 am
I VOLUNTEER FOR THE SUICIDE MISSION!

Posted by: zombieslaya February 23, 2005 05:07 am
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! YOU MADE HIM USE BLASPHEMY!!! ok, wtf was with that bit of blasphemy that my char used? he will cuss but he wont go that far, your making me look bad!! but anyways, good story, loved the part where he used the TOW missle!!

Posted by: Elite viking February 23, 2005 02:21 pm
OK i'll change that *insert Christian figure used for swearing here* into something else.
EDIT: Sorry Rusty! I was wrong for saying you were about to die. I was thinking of Nikku, Hunter and DarknessGlams. Sorry for giving you the impresssion that you are going to... pass away within a couple of episodes.
You will live to fight another day smile.gif

Posted by: Elite viking February 23, 2005 03:53 pm
New part! I will make another episode with the generator people's view of it. The intercom message will link the two together, so that you can guess when what is happening between the two.


Slaya was absolutely sure he heard someone straight ahead of him. Someone that was running. So he began running too, or rather sprinting. His boots made a loud clanking noise that could be heard miles away. Well, nothing to do with that.
He was feeling slightly exhausted when he finally saw the ones that were running. It was two soldiers wearing full body armor and a scientist guy in a lab coat, all wielding weapons. He took no chances, and aimed straight at their heads.

Okay, hold it there. ZombieSlaya said loudly at them.

All of them froze, turning to see who had spoken. It was a man with an extremely thick Armor vest, but none of the details of him came clear, as he was pointing a high-powered flashlight at them.

Drop your guns.

We dont have time for this, you have to-

Thwackthackthwackthwack. Four shots, all hit where they should. The three of them took four rounds, all of them directly at the guns. They dropped them, feeling itching in their arms.

Im not messing around. Okay? Maybe I should have shot you all, but before I do: Where are the MIAs?

We are the MIAs. A stinger battery shot down our chopper, and it killed all but us. Now, would you please shut up? We have about four minutes until this place blows up.

Grey kept an amazingly calm voice saying all this.

Let me see at your badges Okay, you are the ones all right. Now, tell me what the fuck is going on?

Ill keep it short, as time is a luxury we cant afford. This place is crowded with the living dead. They are on a constant hunt for things to feed on, meaning us. Only thing that stops them is massive damage to the brain. And, as we are speaking, someone is about to blow up this facility. Before we get out, we have to save a lot of civilians hidden in a room not far away from here. Thats okay with you?

Yeah, sure. ZombieSlaya said, not believing a word of it.

I know you dont understand. So just run with us, and shoot at anything that moves.

That sounded great to Slaya.

Now, show the way to the room, Rusty. Double-time. Im hearing them closing in.

Grey ran in the front together with The.Raver, followed by ZombieSlaya, and lastly -Rusty-, wheezing

Slow -Pant Pant. Down. Please Gasp, I cant run that fast.

Everyone ignored him, silently assigning him as the rear unit. They only stopped at places where the path divided, and there Rusty would be given a one second break, before pointing where they should run.

Over -Pant Pant Pant There. Gasp Gasp The room -Wheeze with a hole. Far-gasp-away. But-

They all both saw and heard it at the same time. The door was torn up, and zombies where flowing in. The moans were massive. You could almost miss the sound of gunfire in there, which were literally drowning in the hissing of undead.


Fire in the hole! Grey yelled, firing his MP5 one-handedly for a moment to throw a frag grenade.

It was thrown away from the entrance off the room, so that it wouldnt kill anyone left inside. An unlucky zombie, with a hole in its belly, caught it. It landed into the zombie, which moments after exploded in a hail of blood and shrapnel.
BLAam splatsplat Thwackthwakthwakthwak Bam Bam BamBambam. (Nice sound effects aye?)

ZombieSlaya stood there for under a second, weighing realism against the wanting to KILL. His name kinda won.

Ya call that a grenade? Watch this baby!

ZombieSlaya threw one of his Vulcan grenades into the crowd.
BLAmFWWOOM. Sizzlefsszzt. It ignited almost the whole crowd.

Open fire!

The whole corridor lit up. Now, all of the team was firing madly at the zombies, tearing trough the undead like a knife would trough butter.
Rustys Winchester flashed once every second, missing minimally. The high-calliber rifle removed the heads of zombies with one shot. Blam. KaKlik. Bam. KaKlik. His gun could easily be distinguished amongst the other sounds.

Grey had to use up to three shots for each zombie, but took it in with the high RoF. Every zombie he aimed at, dropped. No exception. His thwacking was impossible to hear.

ZombieSlayas Car-15 could possibly be the best weapon. The hollow pointed shots made an exploding effect when hitting anything, as the bullet would defragmentate and create a bigger impact zone. It never took more than one shot to kill. He always used his rifle on semi-auto, setting precision before quantity of bullets in the air at the same time.

BamBlam BamBlam BamBlamBamBlam. The double pistols of The.Raver worked well, although with less perfection than the others. He shot with two different calibers, .45 and 9mm, penetrating skulls two times a second.
The ranks were thinning out, as zombie after zombie was filled with lead. Blood was spattered all over the men, and pieces of rotting flesh discretely decorated their suits.

A zombie lost his head in a spray of dark blood from Slayas explosive bullet, another one falling to the ground with a hole trough his forehead caused by Ravers Socom, another one with the head falling to the ground, separated from the neck with Greys long combat knife

Bamblam Thwackthwack GRRrrrFeeeed-BamBam Braaii-BAM Ka-klik Blam thwackthwacktwhak BamBlamBa-Uuuuuhhnn BAMBam.

After one minute of shooting, smashing, grenading, stabbing, smashing, killing, crunching, dismembering, and lastly, ZombieSlayas whole Vulcan belt thrown out around the hall, it lay silent, except for whimpering and gunshots from within the room. They all rushed in.

The sight was terrible. Four men were left, all security guards that were armed. They were still shooting at the many bodies strewn around, whimpering to themselves. They had gone mad. Men and women with various wounds all over them still moved. The most gripping part was a fight which both contestors had lost. A dead security guard had a zombie on top of himself. The zombie had multiple gunshot wounds, the final one lodged straight trough the brain. The security guard had scratches and bite marks all over him, his blood and the zombies blood mixing together in a pool. But he wasnt coming back as a zombie. He lay there, with his own gun pressed at his ear socket. He had freed himself.

Were human. Come over here. We have to escape. You heard the intercom yourselves.


YesThats why they came in in the first place We had opened the doors to-ughescape, when theypoured in. We lost a lot of people immediately, joining their ranks, before we retreated into here again. There were only security officers who -Ah ghh uhh..- had a real chancesince the scientist only hadknives and sticks I cant takeit one of the survivors slowly said.

He had no leg, it had been bitten by the zombies. One of the others had given it a shot with his Raging Bull, blowing it clean off. He had used his helmet to contain his blood before it coagulated. But he had lost over a liter. They would have to carry him.

TraTaKakakaTrakBlamBlamTrakBlam BamTrak Bam Is anybody out there? TrakBamBamBamTrakk We cant hold the zombies off much longer, we have to blow it up soon! TrakTrak

The intercom was almost unaudible by all of the firing in the background. And now, they couldnt have much more than two minutes before it all went to the smithereens

Posted by: DarknessGlams February 23, 2005 06:01 pm
Hey i've got an idea, though you don't have to do it if you don't want to. Why don't the characters (the BB forum ones) that are/getting/are going to get killed come back assorta super zombies things that wre created by the "company" or something. Though thats kinda strange but could have good consequences like a huge stand off against us.

Posted by: Elite viking February 23, 2005 06:09 pm
That is a great idea! i can see it now.... Last episode gets to be the big showoff between the forum members, one team as zombie, the other as humans.
Thanks a lot. I will heroify you a little more in the story for that smile.gif

Posted by: Keyes February 23, 2005 06:25 pm
nooooo, they're gonna die! but they're gonna b heroes, so that's better than livin (thats not an invitation to kill me, plz plz plz dont kill me, lol) smile.gif tis some good stuff happy.gif

Posted by: Elite viking February 23, 2005 07:18 pm
Maybe the matrix gets another glitch, and Keyes pops up there and dies too biggrin.gif Nah, you still have much to do, so you cant die. You're probably not ready for it.

Posted by: Elite viking February 23, 2005 07:56 pm
The door cant hold them much longer! Get ready to open fire, but wait until I tell you to! DarknessGlams shouted to his men.

Only one of them was, but he was the definitive leader of the situation. Everyone clicked off the safety, and aimed.
Wham. Wam. Wham Krash. A hand went trough the barricades, swirling around for something to drag out. Hunter ran over to it, pulled out a knife he had taken from Sergei, and stabbed right trough it.

It fell to the ground, making the same sound as if someone had dropped a chewed gum, with the owner still trying to grab something with the stump. Hunter quickly pulled back before the blood sprayed him.
Krash. Krash. Krashkrashkrash.

The barricade was being obliterated. This time Grey stabbed at the arms, but only succeeded in dismembering two, as all of them tried to catch a hold of his arm. He then smashed off a few more of them with his MP5, using all of his might. He then went back to the lines.

It doesnt matter if you cut off the arms of those. They are just dragged away, and then someone else takes their place.
We have to wait until we can hit their heads. Form lines! Darkness said, and they took the position they had agreed to.

The Tactic:
Pedro would in the start act as a last wall. When the door broke, he would stand a few feet away from it with the automatic shotgun, using it up close to buy some time.
(If they could hold the zombies at the doorstep for some time, they would make a bottleneck, where only one or two, perhaps three zombies could stand at a time. If they got into the room too fast, they would get overrun in a matter of seconds.)

The others would use their rifles to cover him. When the autoshotguns first clip was out, he would pull back and draw his Ak instead, and Hunter would run into the com room and tell anyone not evacuated yet to hurry via the intercom while the others tried to keep the incoming zombies where they were.
(They wouldnt shoot all at the same time, because then, one man could reload at a time. If all the rifles got empty at the same time, they would be wasted. They would hold their lines as long as possible, with two extra clips for each gun in addition the one already loaded.)

When the primary weapons were empty they would retreat back to a small barricade in front of the generator. At this point, when behind the last perimeter, eventual sidearms left would try to hold them back, , and. The last stage of defense would be when all men had shot their last bullet.

The last stage was a desperate one. All but one would engage the hordes in melee combat, either with their rifle butts, or with combat knives. No one really believed to kill anything when it came to this, they could only hope for holding the hordes back just long enough for one of the men to pull the pin of the grenade, stuff it back into the satchel and throw it into the generator.

Everyone had agreed to putting one loose round in one of their pockets, but that one wasnt meant for zombies. When the last magazine for every weapon was used, everyone were to load the round into their guns, and engage in close combat. When surrounded, you shot yourself
End of Plan

Posted by: zombieslaya February 23, 2005 09:18 pm
woo hoo!! i love this story, this is awesome!!! i love the way youve turned me into a terminator type charecter! cant wait to see how this one ends!! just dont let him get killed, thats all i ask. this remids me i gotta update my story, damn i havent been as good as you in keeping it updated.

Posted by: Elite viking February 23, 2005 09:30 pm
Another one understanding how hard it is to update with 2 pages a day.

Posted by: Keyes February 23, 2005 11:22 pm
happy.gif lol biggrin.gif keep goin, i wanna see what happens next!!

Posted by: Elite viking February 24, 2005 02:53 am
Phew, long part about the bitter defending of the generator! Stay tuned for another part tomorrow!

Pedro! Now!

Pedro nodded, and hurried over to the door with the AA12 (Auto Assault 12 Gauge) with a 32 round Drum Mag shotgun in his hands. The door and the barricade were as good as gone. He flicked the fire modus over to semi. No use with a bottleneck if you spend all the ammunition on one zombie.

The first one to enter was a half decapitated zombie, still wearing his cracked glasses. He was torn up all over.

BLAM. Now he was completely decapitated. It began sinking to the floor, but was pushed away and crushed by the hordes, replaced by countless others.
BLAM. That shot was awarded to another zombie with glasses, which was slung backwards by the power of the shot. The pellets had traveled trough the decayed head, delivering a punch to those next in line too.
BLAM BLAM. Pedro had stepped away from the door a little, to give all of the undead a taste. Four fell.
BLAM BLAM BLAMBLAM BLAM. They just kept on coming, no matter how many he shot. He was down to around twenty shells, and couldnt shoot on forever.
BLAM. A zombie had leapt over the others, to try and have a chomp at Pedros arm. The unlucky creature was shot midair, vaporizing from the ribs and up.

The horde of zombies wasnt grey anymore. It was completely red.
BLAM BLAM. A former young woman was put out of its misery by a blizzard of iron pellets that tore trough its flesh, along with several behind her.

I am running low here! Pedro said to the others, again backing a little up from the door.

He waited a few seconds before opening fire, killing the ones that had gotten trough the door. They were replaced immediately.
BLAM BLAM BLAMBLAM Klik.

Im out! Cover me! Pedro yelled as he turned and ran away from the incoming crowd.

His friends didnt even wait until he was out of the way before they unleashed their storm of fire.
TrakTrakBlamBlamTrakTrakBlamBAMBlamTrakTrakTrakBlam.
Hunter ran into the com room, yelling out his message before hurrying back to his post.
BAMTrakTrakTrakTrakBAMTrakTrakBlamBlamTrakTrakBamTrakBAMTrakTrakBlam.

No one could hear anything but a loud beep inside his head. Hunters Raging Bull exploded zombie after zombie, slow but effective. His first shot, aimed for a man with a baseball cap, made the cap drop to the ground since nothing held it up anymore. The zombie behind it took the round too, sending brain matter in a splash back at the zombie behind there again. The travel of the big .46 shot finally ended there, in the forehead of a guy in a black, bulky suit smeared in blood, puncturing the glass in his gas mask.

The other shots were equally damaging.
DarknessGlams shot single action with his Ak, but it went fast. He shot with precision, and the round always ended up where it should. In the brain of a charging zombie. He shot at an old man, coming towards him with the arms reaching out. Trak. It went down, blood flowing out its mouth, ears, nostrils, but mainly the hole in the head.
The horde was pushing on, gaining a foothold within the room. They fell like flies, but the fly and the zombie shared another thing: They had massive numbers, and flocked their meals in clouds, letting nothing remain uneaten.
One zombie had its head surgically removed, with three shots along the neck. It bumped off, the body walking two more steps before falling to the ground
.
Pedro lacked the calm nature of DarknessGlams, now holding in his trigger with full auto. It worked, his shots were constantly wasting zombies, but he was also hitting arms and the like. He was a killing machine nevertheless.

Nikku was the first to run out. His akimbo Mk23s had been constantly ablaze, shredding up the attackers. But it never helped in anything else than holding the zombies at bay. They always kept coming. He was on his fifteenth kill when both guns made that terrifying sound: KlikKlik. Klik.

IM OUT! he roared to deafen out the gunshots.

It was in vain, no one noticed. They were completely focused on killing the zombies.
In a maneuver resembling a hurricane. He swirled around while crouching, ejecting both empty magazines while doing so. While rotating he found the two last magazines for the Mk23s, loaded them, and as he stood up, he chambered them. It took under a second (If youve played Max Payne 2 it should all seem pretty clear).

COME ON! He yelled to himself, knowing no one would hear it.

BaBamBaBamBaBamBaBam.
They were losing ground. They were slowly pulling back, leaving heaps and heaps of bodies, which the zombies seemed to ignore. Some stumbled when trying to step over their brethren, but got up and kept moving. They had a will of steel, not surrendering against anything.

TrakTrakTraKlik. Pedro was The Second One ( smile.gif ) to run out. He quickly loaded another mag into the ak47, letting it cool down a little before re-opening fire. He wasnt close to reloading as fast as Nikku.
BLAM.Hunter had counted his shots so that he could immediately reload when empty. After all, his revolver only held 5 shots, so it wasnt that hard.
Klingklingklinglingling. He dropped the five spent rounds, and took in another 5 rounds, held together so that he didnt have to reload one at a time.
BLAM. Back in action, killing zombies in a row...

TraKlik. Lastly, it was DarknessGlams turn to use a whole magazine. It was worst for him, as the zombies were getting a bit too close for his liking.
He clicked on the bayonet, and charged forward at the horde. They stretched out their arms, to pull him towards them. The first fingers brushed at his gun.
In a swift, unpredicted maneuver, he threw himself on the floor, going down in a crouching position. His roar drowned out everything else. He swung the gun like a blade, with more power than he had ever thought possible. The swing was aimed at the flocks legs.
Swackwhckwhckwhck.The swing cut trough the feet as if they were nothing but sticks. They snapped that way too, sending the zombies to the floor forming a wall of confused zombies, crawling pointlessly around fending the others off for some more time.

He slid back to his post, pulling the lever before shooting yet again.
A rotting man with an open belly received shots from two directions, sending small sprays of blood out of the two holes before falling lifelessly to the ground. A fresh corpse staggering forward with a broken leg received a .46 bullet in the neck, along with another zombie behind who received it in the jaw. The neck of the forst one exploded, sending the spine around as shrapnel. It worked like a frag grenade, and as a matter of fact two more zombies fell because of it.

A quick zombie in a pretty good state ignoring that he was dead, lunged at Nikku. Nikku let him come, before smashin it's skull with his gun. He gave it a round, just to be sure.
While doing this, one of the zombies, missing flesh from the knee and downwards, crept towards Nikku. He didnt see it until it was too late.

Yeaaarghh! TAKE THAT MOTHERFUCKER!

The attacker received multiple slugs for its action, making the face look like a bloody cheese.

Hgnn...Kiss it all goodbye.

Nikkus boot finished its miserable existence, smearing its remains all over the floor.
Nikku turned to face the crowd with a blood rage growing inside of him, firing wildly at anything moving in front of him.
If he was shooting fast before, he was like a shotgun now. He emptied his gun within four seconds, with eight rounds left. And even if he shot at a mad speed, not one of them hit a nonlethal area.
But when the guns said KlikKlik the fun was over. He had spent his last Socom rounds. Time for the Sig Sauer P226, he thought, and pulled it out.

Im out of ammunition! We better pull back! He yelled to the others, this time they heard it. Both of the AKs were on their last magazine, both partially spent.
They ran over to the generator blockade. It was nothing more than a couple of barrels and wooden pallets stacked up, just to work as a use of time.

Go go go! Darkness shouted, taking Pedros AK since he was going to spend his last clip of the AA12.

He wielded them both straight-handed, firing at the zombies while the others pulled back. One after another fell, after getting multiple shots trough the brain. The moaning sounds were now hard to hear, you could more easily distinguish another, chilling sound. The splashing of countless zombies who stepped trough the blood that covered the entire floor

Walking backwards with the rifles blazing, Darkness slipped in the mushy, liquid remains of hundreds of former humans.
He fell hard, slamming the back of his head against the floor. The zombies began flocking around him.
First to react was Hunter. He fired at the ones closest to Darkness while running towards him.
Pedro followed up, switching the AA12 over to fully automatic before truly unleashing Hell. (The gun fired 360 shells a minute, each shell contained at least 200 iron pellets, killing a zombie would take less than 50. Calculate a little on that, youll get the picture.)

BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM BLAMBLAM BLAMBLAMBLAM. Four shells was all it took to clear a way for Darkness, killing twelve zombies. It made a small clearing just enough for him. He swirled the leather straps of the guns around his arms, and used them as wolverine style blades. He cut trough all hands trying to grab him, and darted trough the opening, shooting his last slugs behind his back as he ran up to the barricade.
He threw the guns over to the pile of melee weapons and took out his VIKING, but when he tried firing it, the gun slipped, and fell to the ground. He was real slippery because of a thick smear of blood all over his arms from the blade cutting.
He brushed it off at his sweater (removing only the worst as the sweater was really bloody too)and picked up the pistol again.

Come on, you freaks. Who wants some

The second last Stage was about to begin.
The zombies were over the whole room, except for the small area at the generator where the four men prepared for a bitter defense. The charge was ready, requiring nothing but the pulling off the pin, and then the toss.
It was a game where you could only lose.
...


Comments?

Posted by: -Rusty- February 24, 2005 10:39 am
QUOTE (Elite viking @ Feb 23 2005, 08:21 AM)
OK i'll change that *insert Christian figure used for swearing here* into something else.
EDIT: Sorry Rusty! I was wrong for saying you were about to die. I was thinking of Nikku, Hunter and DarknessGlams. Sorry for giving you the impresssion that you are going to... pass away within a couple of episodes.
You will live to fight another day smile.gif

cool so i live? happy.gif

yay tongue.gif

Posted by: Keyes February 24, 2005 02:16 pm
smart stuff cool.gif i've played Max Payne 2, so i know what ur talkin about wid the reloadin thing...i never got how he managed to put the clips into his pistols and cock em, when all he's doin is spinnin round in a circle n slappin the guns together, lol

Posted by: SirAlucard February 24, 2005 04:44 pm
Yeah that reload rox

Posted by: DarknessGlams February 24, 2005 05:25 pm
I loved that reload as well. Dunno why i sold that game.

Hmm another idea for the super zombies. (this to doesn't have to happen) I got thinking about what I really love about all the super zombie bosses. Why don't they sorta have the coolness and attitude of Nemesis. The speet, agility, stealth and stuff of the quick zombies from Half Life 2. And the wit of... uh ... The Terminator. Just a suggestion.

Loved the story as usual.

Posted by: Elite viking February 24, 2005 06:55 pm
Thank you all a lot! My faithful army of fans are supportvie as usual smile.gif I'd love to see other people drop in and say hello too...
Well, today I am just too lazy to write another part. Wait 'til tomorrow.

Posted by: Nikku February 24, 2005 11:59 pm
let me somehow magicly live plz, if u REALLY wana kill me then thats kool, but it would be kool if like i escape the labs and get to town and warn ppl but only to find to late or that they think i am crazy and lock me in crazy hospitial, then it happens and I break out raid the gun shop and kick some ass!

Posted by: Elite viking February 25, 2005 04:16 pm
Ch-Chk. KaChink. Kliklik. KaClach.

They all loaded their handguns.

Blam. Nikku was the first to fire, his High-Explosive round tearing halfway through a zombie head, before exploding while inside the skull. Splat.
It seemed like the zombies paused a little, something in their brains fighting against getting the same treatment. But it couldnt last. They charged ahead again, towards the makeshift-barricade.
The last wall of bullets began raining at them.
BlamBlamBAMBAMBlamBamBAMBlamBLAMBamBamBLAMBAM.
Once again, heads shattered, sending fragments of tissue all around the room. The guns had little effect. The Vikings required two shots to take down an enemy, and the 18 shots in the clip wouldnt last forever. DarknessGlams was firing Akimbo style with them, using both his and Sergeis gun. He fired all around him, fingers itching.

Pedro was standing in the front, firing the AA12, the only gun with any good effect on the large masses of zombies. It tore the undead apart in a large blast radius, where the zombies were destined to die immediately.
Still, they came closer and closer to the barricade. Now they were in smack radius with the AA12 butt. Pedro stopped firing one or two shots at a time, but held in the trigger. Six times a second the gun lit up, barked, and sent out another blizzard of small iron pellets. A crushing sound of multiple iron slugs penetrating skulls was heard over and over again.
BLAMBLAMKlik.
Their last real perimeter was gone. Pedro tossed the shotgun over to the stack of empty guns, and whipped out his Viking while walking back to the others, eyes fixed on the incoming horde. His gun lit up, roaring. A zombie was pushed slightly back from the 9x19 round, then continuing at the barricade, ignoring the piece of metal in its brain.

He fired again. The walking shape of dead meat finally went to the ground, spraying brain matter and blood at the already messed-up floor.
All but a few square meters was now overrun by the undead in their quest for flesh. The other thing dominating the floor was the bodies and their stench. The air was thick with the scent of death, from hundreds of gallons of blood and their owners.

Nikku was sweating with pain; his leg burning as if melted metal was inside his blood veins. The liquid Red Death had a side effect: it sped up the dying process, to then reanimate the dead.
But he had to keep fighting. Buy -Rusty- and the others some time. Hehad to.
BamBamKLik. He ejected the empty clip, threw it at the closest zombie knowing it wouldnt help, and slapped in his second last one. The zombie he threw the magazine at, lost two teeth from it, but didnt flinch.
Bam. The Sig Sauer round knocked out all of the remaining teeth, along with most of the head itself. Only the jaw was still stuck on the scientist body.
BAM. BAM.
Hunter was on his last round. He had only carried forty rounds in his pocket that day, and spent a lot of them when it all broke out

His first shot had been in the air, after warning the incoming crowd to come any closer. They still crept towards him, hunger in their look, their hands stretched out to grab him. He smacked at the closest hand, yelling for the others to back off.
But when he had smacked at the pale hand, it had snapped, falling to the floor. A small trickle of blood streamed out of the main vein of the arm.

What the? Get back, or Ill have to shoot!

The man, one of the few people he had ever talked to, still walked towards him, ignoring that his hand was on the floor. This was not Joe Purple as he had known him. He had been a cool guy, always coming out with witty comments when he was on guard duty

Now, he was somethingelse.

Hunter had pressed the Taurus Raging Bull at its head, saying I am going to fire if you step closer. We both know what this gun does.
His answer was that Joe had lunged at him, making a long scratch at Hunters arm.

BLAM. He had shot his former friend. Now, he was on the floor, dark blood flowing out his neck, the spine scraping at the tiles in his death spasms
He had killed the other ones too.
He then took out his lighter and held it over the scratched area until he had first degree burns there. He had learned from his father that you can fight many diseases with fire, and he knew that there were a lot of virii projects going on. Perhaps this was a side effect of one of the Bio Weapons....
After that, he had walked around in the corridors, killing as many zombies as he could with his revolver.
Now it was about to be his turn.

Im out of ammunition! Hey, leader, I need one of your pistols!

DarknessGlams turned, stopped the fire for a second, and threw him the pistol along with a new mag.

Thanks!

The pistol was unusual built, a compact gun, like a glock. But it didnt take more than two shots before Hunter was back in play, sending sprays of grey fluid wherever he shot.
The total amount of rounds left was now less than fifty.
With Nikku and Pedro on their last mag, and Hunter\DarknessGlams with one half-spent and one new clip, they had only moments left.



Another will come today, Nikku, rest assured.

Posted by: bert February 25, 2005 04:59 pm
I can still join right?

Posted by: Elite viking February 25, 2005 05:07 pm
All right!
Well, as I have said a couple of times... Post about what you want your strengths\abilities\traits\armaments you should have. If not, I will randomly pick.
(You dont want to be a man with a beer hat, and have a high tech minigun firing softgun bullets do you.)
You like VG cats too? they totally pwnzors smile.gif

Posted by: DarknessGlams February 25, 2005 05:16 pm
Ahh that was great. I love that your prolonging my death(if I die and don't come back), your killing me with anticapation. I know your a Norwegien and all so I realise this must be hard for you to write (I've been to Norway so i think I might know what i'm talking about, thogh i'm not sure) but i've seen a few spelling and grammer mistakes just for later referance. You spell through as trough and you usse the wrong tense as in lighted up should be lit up.

You can kill me painfully for dissing you. Keep up the good work with the story.

I understand how hard it is for you to keep writing parts all the time 'cause of my story "A Day In The Life Of A Zombie."

Oh yeah!Woo hoo, i'm the 3rd (2nd if you exclude Elite viking) biggest replyer in this thread.

Posted by: Elite viking February 25, 2005 06:21 pm
I like the power this gives me... I could say you were torn apart, getting eaten alive and a lot of fancy things, just for you opening your mouth at me! So ph34r me!
Heh. I always like it when people say what to improve. I'm not going over it too many times in search for typos, grammar mistakes etc. Please tell me if something seems odd, and I'll fix it.
By the way I get the best grades in my class in English smile.gif

Posted by: Elite viking February 25, 2005 07:24 pm
New part, which I think has a pretty cool ending...


Come on! We have to hurry!

Grey shouted to the men. They were on the run from the briefing room, escaping with as many survivors as they could find. Grey was running while supporting a security guard, Dave, who had taken a slug in the friendly fire mayhem while desperately defending the room.
Rusty was running up front, covering the men with his Desert Eagle along with ZombieSlaya, who was dragging some guy named Mugen along.

In the rear, together with Grey and Dave, The.Raver ran, carrying the heavily injured man who had a stump left of his right leg. A somewhat healthy, lightly armed guard with a Beretta 9mm were trying to keep up the pace, forming a rear unit. None of the two more healthy guards were unharmed, but what they had received was only scratches from the zombies arms. Only a bite was lethal, it seemed. (This is since the R.D. is inside the saliva areas of the mouth, generating fluid Red Death. Since it needs somewhat large quantities of the R.D. to start killing the cells, the ones infected by scratches wouldnt turn until they died by other causes. Then, the R.D. would send the electrical pulses around, with no other pulses interfering, thus making it a lot easier to revive.)
The halls were frighteningly quiet, the thumps of boots skidding across the linoleum the only noise.
Grey was the only one fully understanding what that meant:

We are so close to the outsidethe zombies may catch the scent of other human beings

He began sprinting, slung the SMG at his back, unholstered his pistol, and lifted the injured man rather than backing him up. That went a lot faster, even if it drained his strength massively carrying a man with one arm.

Hurry! Faster! He shouted to The.Raver, who holstered his gun to carry the slow guard too.

They were breathing heavy, their faces red. But this was what they had trained for. Raver and Greys teeth were grinding together, while they struggled to keep going.
(I may be overdoing it a little, but both are carrying a gun, a rifle, fifteen additional clips, medical and miscellaneous supplies in their backpack, Raver holding two men at each shoulder, and Grey one in addition to him wielding a firearm, it gets heavy)

My car is just ahead! We can escape in that! ZombieSlaya yelled to those behind his back.

They gave all of their power in that last distance behind them and the all-purpose jeep. The intercom flicked on, but no one said anything. There were only screaming, gunshots, moans, and then a pitch beep, like if the mic fell on the floor, the moaning getting louder... Moments later, they heard only static.

SHIT! THEY CANT HOLD THEM MUCH LONGER, THEYRE GOING TO BLOW IT!

Grey yelled with all of his might. One of the security guards began panicking, waving his arms and hyperventilating. Grey sensed blood trickling down at his shoulder.Grey couldnt do anything but to give him a smack, and sting him with a shot of morphine while running onwards. The needle missed the main blood vein with a few milimeters, and pumped in the painkilling shot.

Relax, were gonna make it!

They gave an extra, final effort in reaching the jeep in time. They ran all they could, their hearts beating as mad. They had to make it... They had to...
Slaya got in first, slamming they keys into the ignition faster than humanly possible. Rusty pushed the slightly wounded man into the back seat, before taking place in the passenger seat up front.

Grey placed Dave at the seat next to the man already there, gently, but in a rush. Grey sat up front, together with Rusty. Raver, the last one to arrive, slung off the unharmed man, and placed the wounded one at the lap of the two in the back, lying between them.

GET ON! Grey barked to Raver, who obeyed. Well, to a degree. He stood at the side of the car, holding tightly at the missile launcher.

HIT THE GAS!

The second Grey opened his mouth Slayas foot was pushing the pedal to the metal. The wheels screeched, sending out a smoke trail of burned rubber.
They raced towards the exit, Raver almost closing his eyes. The side of his Combat Vest was constantly rubbing against the wall.

FASTER!

For Grey, the time once again slowed down. All sounds was blurring together, until all he heard was a pounding sound. A heart beating. His mind melted together with DarknessGlams, as the pin fell to the ground, clinging.
Du-Dunk. Du-Dunk. Du-Dunk. Du-


What ya think?

Posted by: Till Death Do us Part February 25, 2005 07:28 pm
Wootles-dee-doodles. Kick ass, man. This community is full of excllent writers. keep it up. I'd like to see more!

(Really, though, I'm looking forward to my characters entrance! tongue.gif Fer-shizzle! Hehe!)

but yeah! Nice story you've got going here! Took me forever to go through all of the pages! lunch period is almost over! biggrin.gif

Posted by: bert February 25, 2005 08:30 pm
Name:Bert

Strengths:Heroic, sacrificing, and strong as in willing to accept consequences.

Personality:Really quiet lone assassin type of guy, goes Rambo often. Hates people pushing him off the edge, does things before thinking. Non-hesitant. Says one-liners often.

Weapons: A Glock 18 and a Sawn-Off.


Posted by: The.Raver February 25, 2005 08:44 pm
...where did i go? you said i stood by the car with a rocket launcher but didnt say if i got in or not.

Posted by: Elite viking February 25, 2005 08:47 pm
You are hanging on the the missile launcher. BTW, I have an important announcement!
I'll leave the talking to the pic:
user posted image





BRING OUT THE CHAMPAGNE! BECAUSE I AM LEET!!!!!

Posted by: bert February 25, 2005 08:59 pm
Let's go call Ripley before it's too late!

Posted by: Keyes February 25, 2005 09:29 pm
yay! tis 1337! n the last 2 bits were really cool cool.gif

Posted by: Elite viking February 25, 2005 10:51 pm
Okay! The last part of the generator defense!

BlamBlamKlikBlam. Hunter was empty.

Now, the only weapon with bullets left was DarknessGlams. The others had pulled back, fixed bayonets on the rifles, and prepared for the last, hopeless defence of the generator. Pedro was still with him.

Pedro, we have to warn anyone left! Ill run over there and tell them to hurry!

No, Ill do it. Cover me!

DarknessGlams got an idea.

Stay here For another moment! Ill make a distraction!

With that, he ran over to the corpse of his friend, Sergei, and lifted him up. Carrying him on his shoulder, he got over to the blockade, and threw his dead friend out to the hungry masses. They were over him in a second.

NOW!

Pedro ran all he could over to the com room, sticking to the wall to not get any attention to himself. Everyone was busy, going after the easy target, anyways.
When he entered, he saw the com box and the buttons, just as he had been told by Hunter and Nikku. He pressed all of them in, before lifting the mic to his mouth. A yell stopped him dead cold in his steps.

GET OUT OF THERE! NOW!

He turned, mic still in his hands. He shrieked in terror.
A massive wall of zombies coming towards him blocked the entrance.

HELP!

DarknessGlams rapidly emptied the remains of his Viking towards the zombies entering the com room.
BamBamBamBamKlik.

HANG ON WELL GET YOU OUT!

Not believing what he said himself, he picked up a barrel from the blockade, and sent it rolling as fast as he could towards Pedro.
It smashed trough the lines, tripping a lot of zombies, but it just wasnt enough. The crowd was 6 zombies thick over there. Helplessly he heard Pedros terrified scream, the moaning rising up to new levels, and then:
Bam. Thump.
He had shot himself. Gnash. Chomp Chomp. RRIiipp. CRNch. The splashing sounds as his corpse was devoured woke rage in them all, but mostly in Darkness. Once again, he took the twin Aks, fastened the straps, and prepared for his last fight.
Nikku and Hunter prepared themselves, too, but with far more fear. They picked up their weapons, an AA12 with the HALO combat knife taped on, and a twin-tipped hunting dagger.

BLOOD! FOR PEDRO, SERGEI, DRATOVIJ AND LONTCHAKIOV! RRAAAAAR!

DarknessGlams charged at the undead with incredible force. His first victim was another of those strange, masked people in black. The AK swords went straight trough the gas mask, shattering the glass, and sent the scalp, along with half of the brain, in a large arc that ended at the floor, fifteen meters away.
Nikku ran up to his leader, followed by Hunter, the three of them forming a ring of protection, making sure none of them got surrounded alone.
KrackSPLATTh. Nikkus homemade bayonet went up the jaw of a zombie, turning the brain into mushy stew.
Hunter sliced the enemies with his double-bladed knife, turning faces into rivers of blood. They hacked, stabbed, cut, sliced and dismembered anyone stupid enough to close in.

DarknessGlams rage was finished, he had slain more than ten zombies this way, and seriously wounded more than twenty.
He knew they were running out of time.

I HAVE TO THROW THE CHARGE! he yelled to the two, they nodded, before charging with all their might to open a way for the Russian.

Now, their luck was falling rapidly. Nikku had got bitten two more times, Hunter three, and DarknessGlams four. Nikku was blinded with pain, seeing only red fog and dark shadows. He cut wildly around him, and became separated from Hunter. They were both encircled at all sides, with no way of escape.
Hunter wasnt hitting good anymore, he made pointless slashes at the moaning bastards that were all around him. They bit him all over, tried to eat him, and every time they did, he tried to separate their heads from their bodies. The pain was horrible, he was screaming a blood gurgling scream. Hunter took out his Viking, holding it together with the knife. End of the road was seconds ahead.

Nikku, not taking it anymore, sunk to the floor, zombie hands rasping up gaping wounds in him. He lifted, with all of his strength, his bayonet for one last strike at his attackers. The stab went through the head of a teenager-looking boy, not yet twenty, who had somehow gotten a job here. Tears flowed from Nikku, knowing what the boy had went through now.
The young zombie was obliterated. The AK-47 went straight trough its body, from the top of the head, and down to the feet. He was cut in half, blood and the intestines flowing out, covering Nikku.
Shaking, Nikku pulled out the SigP226 and aimed it at his head.

Finally rest.

DarknessGlams had to fight his way to the charge. He was bleeding from wounds all over him, and wasnt seeing clearly at all. A wound at his head bled, covering his vision in a red haze. The small clearance the two brave Americans Hunter and Nikku had cleared had closed while he was running trough, turning him into a walking collection of zombie bites.
Finally, the charge was at his feet. Ignoring the zombies biting at him, he picked the satchel up, and in a constant move he sent the bomb into the generator, while pulling the pin.

The pin clinked at the floor. Klingklingling.
He was unnaturally calm, sitting down while the zombies ate freely of him.
His whole life was flashing ahead of him, from his childhood to his familys arrest. The time in Gulag. The release, and immediate job offer from Spetsnasz.
Now.
He was calm, heart thudding with a slow, steady pulse.
Du-Dunk. Du-dunk. Du-dunk. Du-
A bright flash.

Peace.



My comment:Rest in peace friends...

Posted by: Keyes February 25, 2005 10:57 pm
they died a heroic death *sob* lol. that was some damn good stuff there, dude happy.gif

Posted by: Elite viking February 25, 2005 11:01 pm
PLease, wait a few minutes before replying, otherwise no one knows I have updated biggrin.gif
EDIT: was your post after this one on purpose?

Posted by: Keyes February 25, 2005 11:01 pm
lol, soz cool.gif

Posted by: The.Raver February 25, 2005 11:51 pm
horrah, they died..>.> WHERE AM I DAMMIT

Posted by: Till Death Do us Part February 26, 2005 12:19 am
Oofah! Nice! However, I have ONE suggestion, not that it would improve anything, but it mihg tmake it seem cooler, and more action oriented.

When doing your onamotapaeia (Boom. Blam, etc.) It might be better to put those in italics or have exclamation marks on them.

Other than that, I think it's a wonderfully tragic story! People are droppin' left and right XD

Keep writing!

Posted by: CHAY February 26, 2005 01:21 am
Great Story; Nikku is sitting next to me and he says that U SHOULDNT HAVVE KILLED HIM!!!!!!!!!! like even though he is bitten have him escape and go into the labs and finds one bottel of anti-serum and he lives and Shit, He is on his knees begging you!!!!!!!!! and he says it was kool though

Posted by: Radman February 26, 2005 03:09 pm
::Twitches::

Move into the city!...

I cant wait for my cop char to be introduced!!!

Posted by: SirAlucard February 26, 2005 04:20 pm
Yeah, where am I as well.

Posted by: Elite viking February 26, 2005 05:24 pm
@ Raver: I'll try to explain one last time.
YOU ARE HANGING ON TO THE SIDE OF THE JEEP; HOLDING AT THE ROCKET LAUNCHER!!!!11111 !. OK?
Since the jeep isn't that big and it can't handle Rusty, ZombieSlaya, The.Raver, Grey SNake and four security guards, someone has to hang on the outside. You were the lucky one .
@ Chay: Tell Nikku to check his Pm box. Then, he can mutter all he wants ok?
@ anyone wanting for the action to move over to the city: Just wait. Patience. It's hard to update this often. I have been on ski vacation, so I didn't have the time to write before I left.
I'll write now...
@ Till Death Do us Part: Thanks for the tip, I'll try to edit the sounds now wink.gif

EDIT: For those who are really interested ( no one. I know. Just anyone who havent noticed the story before *sigh*), I have added Italic style to ALL sound effects used in the last 7 pages...
I'll make an offtopic post where ONLY posts containing sound effects will be tolerated.

Posted by: CHAY February 26, 2005 06:02 pm
I feel like i am reading a book keep on going

Posted by: bert February 26, 2005 06:51 pm
When can I come in and kick ass?

Posted by: Elite viking February 26, 2005 06:56 pm
Whatever happens now, it will probably be along with Radman . THe poor guy has been waiting for 16 days to enter sad.gif
Maybe first thru Civ, I have planned for him to ...pass away... hehe.

Posted by: Nikku February 26, 2005 06:58 pm
START WRITING!

Posted by: SirAlucard February 26, 2005 07:37 pm
QUOTE (Nikku @ Feb 26 2005, 05:58 PM)
START WRITING!

LOL thats a way to encourage him

Posted by: Till Death Do us Part February 26, 2005 08:42 pm
QUOTE (Elite viking @ Feb 26 2005, 05:24 PM)
@ Raver: I'll try to explain one last time.
YOU ARE HANGING ON TO THE SIDE OF THE JEEP; HOLDING AT THE ROCKET LAUNCHER!!!!11111 !. OK?
Since the jeep isn't that big and it can't handle Rusty, ZombieSlaya, The.Raver, Grey SNake and four security guards, someone has to hang on the outside. You were the lucky one .
@ Chay: Tell Nikku to check his Pm box. Then, he can mutter all he wants ok?
@ anyone wanting for the action to move over to the city: Just wait. Patience. It's hard to update this often. I have been on ski vacation, so I didn't have the time to write before I left.
I'll write now...
@ Till Death Do us Part: Thanks for the tip, I'll try to edit the sounds now wink.gif

EDIT: For those who are really interested ( no one. I know. Just anyone who havent noticed the story before *sigh*), I have added Italic style to ALL sound effects used in the last 7 pages...
I'll make an offtopic post where ONLY posts containing sound effects will be tolerated.

Hey hey hey! I care! It's awesome! Onamotapeaia is a very powerful tool when it comes to action stories! Don't act bored!

It's great! Keep typing, or I'll have to sic Fred on ye.

Posted by: Nikku February 26, 2005 09:10 pm
If he doesn't psot a new chapter today I will eAt my Own face, And HIS!

Posted by: Elite viking February 26, 2005 09:39 pm
Yikes! Better start writing...

Posted by: SirAlucard February 26, 2005 10:25 pm
Yes you had

Posted by: Elite viking February 26, 2005 10:58 pm
Don't eat my face! Please! I have made a new part! Look at it, so good it is... go fetch it! *tosses post at incoming Fred+Nikku +random newbs wanting the part, runs madly the other direction!*



BOOOOoooomm.
The ground shook violently threatening to throw The.Raver off the jeep.
Rusty grabbed his hand, as he lost his grip.

Thanks, Raver said, So they couldnt hold it off anymore.

They all looked down.

God be with their souls, ZombieSlaya said silently. He was a violent, brutal man, and you didnt mess either with he or his God.

Step on it, that was just the charge. The generator will make a blast capable of blowing up the entire lab! Rusty said, pale of fright.

Actually, if the generator exploded, it would make a blast equal half the Hiroshima bomb. The floor was cracking under them, now constantly moving from side to side. The generator was acting up now.

Drive man!

Im pushing the engine already, so keep your pants on. Slaya answered, trying to focus on the road.

They were racing onwards in the off-road jeep, driving trough the corridors in well over 80 Mph. Sweat drops were appearing on Greys forehead, as he with fear sensed the shaking intensify by every second.

Dried paint drizzled off the walls in flakes. When they drove ahead, the small flakes got replaced with entire plaster sections, cracking up and falling off. One of the plasterboards fell off right when the car passed. It landed at the chassis, blocking the view along with sending out a carpet of white smoke.
Grey pulled out his MP5, firing away on the walls ahead to make them fall before they got to them.

Thwackthwackthwackthwack Fwith Fwithfwiwth Crash.
The plasterboards fell off after a few rounds, weakened by the shaking. The car made a small 'thump' driving over the boards.
THUmpTHump. The car shook even more than usual, but this time Raver had been prepared, holding on to the mounted cannon with a death grip.

What the Hell was that-smack- ow! Rusty had gotten a punch from Slaya, after speaking with blasphemy.

Dont use such words in my car. I wont tolerate it again.

He had the mask of a statue, calm but sweating.
Mugen looked back.

It was a man Mugen wasnt as shocked as he usually would be, but he still looked sad.
The man lay in a big pool of dried blood, missing part of his head and an arm. The car had created a long track of blood across his chest, and across the floor.
Step on it! I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE! The handicapped one was violently shaking, hitting his fists at the seats. From his mouth ran a streak of blood, and he began to pale.
Grab. Riitsh. Toss.
Before anyone had reacted, the man was thrown out of the car. He hit the floor head first with a crushing sound.
Rusty had grabbed the man by his shirt, lifted him up, the seams of the fabric loosening, and tossed him straight out.
The first signs of madness in the fight for survival were seen.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR! Grey yelled at the man, slamming the MP5 in his ribs.

..hgnHe was the mostexpendable, you know And now, the jeep goes huh- faster. Rusty looked slightly insane, grinning.

You should thank me. He died for us to live. He did his part.

Grey hit him again with the gun, harder this time. He knocked the man unconscious.

It was he that should be thrown out. Hes losing it.

RRMMBLLLRRBMLLLRR. CrashCrashCRASHH.
The ground was more like a stonefilled road, the wall falling down without the MP5 provoking it. The small rumbling they had heard in the beginning was now deafening.

Its gonna go critical soon! Hurry!

Even if no one wanted to admit it, the vehicle drove faster.


The atomic reactor, making the energy for the complex (the generator), was now bursting out with flames; heat spikes shooting out from the core. The walls in the generator room, made of solid concrete, were coming crashing down. Everything was buried in the rubble.
The heat was over a thousand degrees Celsius, melting the top layer of rubble.
SHWWOOOOOoooooooOOOMMMM. It finally reached critical.
Strangely, no sound was heard It was silent the moment it exploded. All went negative, black turning white and white turning black.
Then it all became white, and the thunder was heard.
WABAAaaAAMMM.
Out from the room, a shockwave rippled trough the offices and labs, tearing molecules from each other, first tearing up only humans and wreckage.
For every meter away from Ground Zero, though, it increased in force, vaporizing the mountain it laid on too.
A kilometer away, a jeep was trying to escape



You said it yourself a while back, rusty, you would let other people die before you, if it meatn your survival wink.gif

Posted by: Nikku February 26, 2005 11:04 pm
MORE MORE MROE!!!!!

Posted by: Elite viking February 27, 2005 01:41 am
PLEASE DONT EAT MY FACE *sob*
new part(s)


The.Raver actually fell off. He lost grip, and for two seconds, the most frightening seconds of his life until then, he ran along with the car, feeling his legs almost snap from the sudden acceleration from 0 to 100 Mph.

HOLY SHIT! ITS GONE CRITICAL!

The men in the car screamed almost in sync.
The car had jumped a meter into the air from the blast, and they all felt the first, harmless shockwave from the blast shake through the lab.
The exit were only a hundred meters ahead, if not less
Time slowed down again for Grey. He heard the slow ripple of the shockwave come closer behind them, and the sound of metal, plastic and other thing twisting around from the heat, being slung like from a catapult along with the shockwave for some moments before they vaporized.
FWOOFFwwzzthKRrnCtThFWFWOOFThKRzth. The air was almost electric from the energy outburst.
He saw the wave come towards them. It was the strangest thing he had ever seen.
At the front of the shockwave, caused by the massive heat he could feel all the way up to himself, the air flickered. (Hard to explain with my limited vocabulary, a fata morgana, ya know?)
A strange, red ring came after that, with small jolts of electric lightning covering it, flame tongues licking out before disappearing. After the shockwave came the explosion itself.
Everything disappeared when entering it. They became black, and he saw himself how the things were ripped from each other.
And it came closer every moment.

OUTSIDE! Slaya shouted.

They had escaped out. But the blast had no intention of leaving them alone. It was closing in. Fast. Grey, with no time to explain, took the wheel and pulled hard right. He still had the slow motion feeling, and reacted way faster than anyone else. They hadnt noticed the blast behind them.
They crashed right into a tree. Everyone got slung forwards, Slaya smashing his head at the wheel.
While getting his face crushed against the car Slaya had time to give Grey a good punch.

You-

FWOOOoooOOOM.
Out from the blast door, in a straight line going twenty meters came a fireball. Right where they would have been driving. The massive heat burned away all the vegetation in a huge radius, even scorching the hair of those in the car.

-bastard



The explosion had caught Civillian soldier off guard too. He had been constantly running, with only a few stops now and then, since he had escaped out from the lab. He had quickly punched in the code to the entry\exit door, and all the time screamed 44444HHHH!!!1111 444RRGHHS0RZ!!!11 z0MB1SE!!!!11, as he had done in the corridors.
Not that anyone had began screaming with him or believing it, he had been a lone guy ever since he had told stories with he being the hero, and all other coworkers mysteriously dying all around him.
So, everyone had taken it as a bad practical joke. Now, they were probably walking after him, slowly, limping like that guy in the lab had done

And now he was into deep shit. When the ground had shook, he tripped in the toughest part of the path, with a lot of big stones not yet covered in gravel. His leg got stuck in a crack, he had kept falling, and KaKRACKrack, the leg had broken in multiple spots (A là Vertical limit, with the cameraman).

The pain! He had never felt anything like it. Civillian had screamed out in agony for several minutes, crying.
When the initial shock had stopped, he had tried to get the broken piece of meat out. But then, the pain went trough his foot like fire.
He couldnt do anything but sit there and wait for help.
His head jerked up.
Was that It couldnt be. Could it? It was! In the distance, he saw somebody, no, several people coming towards him. It surely were some of the security officers, they had taken care of the incident, and now they were searching for the missing man.

Hey! Over here! Its the missing guy, who screamed in the corridors! Youve taken care of the problem right?

The figures walked towards him, not replying. Perhaps they were too far away.
You guys hear me?

They were pretty close now Shouldnt they be able to hear it, and respond?

Wait a minute

Now, he heard the moaning. They were limping towards him, slowly. He saw how they all looked like, and gasped in horror: They were all pale, clothes in rags, blood all over them.
444HH!!11 Z00MB11S!!!!1111 He shrieked, so high it would have destroyed the ears of anyone within a hundred meters. But no one was close.
They slowly came towards him, Civ tried to get away, pulling all he could, but the leg hurt so much, he couldnt pull it loose

N0 N0 N0 N000!

They stretched out their arms, longing after a taste of the flesh lump. He wasnt escaping, just waving his arms, yelling.
The zombies found it a little curious, but didnt really care very much. See, they were really smart, but being smart was low on the priority list.
Priorities:
Feed.
Stretch out arms after training.
Feed.
Eat.
Chomp on something.
Moan.
Be social.
Feed.
Talk.
Be Smart.
React to pain.


See?

AH AH AH NOOO ARRRGHH AAAHH ARGGAAAaa-CHRIIp Splash

His screams were stopped short as the first to taste bit his neck like a vampire.
GRggl.Grgllrghhh. When he tried breathing, the blood gurgled, making bubbles. The zombie leader found that too a bit curious, but was busy ripping out the spleen. Now Civ was shaking all over, trying to protect himself from his attackers. He punched at them, once, but then they bit off his hand, spraying even more blood around, mostly into the zombie's mouth, who drank it somehow... His eyes rolled in the back of his head as almost all of his blood flowed out.
ChompChompRitchSplash.
Civs not-eaten hand twitched once. His last movement as a living being.




MWHAHAHAHAAAAAAA! Never try killing me in other stories, I will punish you gruefully! MWHAHAAAAHA HA HAAAHAHA HA aCk*cough cough cough cough Wheeze* ha ha....

Posted by: Nikku February 27, 2005 01:41 am
if i dont get more i am going to gp CRAZY, my legs are jumping up and down, i am twitching, and my mind is think of every posibatlity of the next chapters!

Posted by: Elite viking February 27, 2005 01:42 am
THERE! DONT EAT OFF MY FACE TODAY AT LEAST!

Posted by: Radman February 27, 2005 01:44 am
QUOTE (Elite viking @ Feb 27 2005, 01:42 AM)
THERE! DONT EAT OFF MY FACE TODAY AT LEAST!

::Twitches::

City... 17 days... 17 days..

::Sob::


Posted by: Elite viking February 27, 2005 01:46 am
Tomorrow man. Okay? DOnt cry. I hate seeing grown up policemen cry sad.gif

Posted by: Radman February 27, 2005 01:49 am
QUOTE (Elite viking @ Feb 27 2005, 01:46 AM)
Tomorrow man. Okay? DOnt cry. I hate seeing grown up policemen cry sad.gif

::Bursts into tears::

ok...

::sob::

Good work on the story so far... I hope my entrance is good (not TOO action packed but kind of like 'im caught of guard')


Posted by: Nikku February 27, 2005 01:49 am
dude, I was THE ONE WITH BULLET time NOT greysnake!

Posted by: Elite viking February 27, 2005 01:51 am
Someone set us up the bomb. Read that, maybe you will understand.
EDIT: THe clock is... 3. A. M Norwegian time.
Viking has twenty. hours without sleep.
Dont demand more parts, or anything that needs tweaking right now please I cant inject adrenaline in my veins to keep posting..

Posted by: zombieslaya February 27, 2005 02:29 am
THIS IS THE AWESOMEST STORY EVER!!! this story is awesome, i was wondering if i could post this on my DA site, i would put the copyirght under your name and a link to your email as well, this story is too great to keep it here. PM me when you decide on this.

Posted by: Till Death Do us Part February 27, 2005 03:43 am
DOOD. CITY IS TOMORROW?!

SHWEETLES. (sorta like skittles, just with a shweet instead of a skitt)

WOOT.

Posted by: zombieslaya February 27, 2005 04:04 am
this is where im mirroing it, hope this helps. oh yeah, check out my work while your there. wink.gif

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/15570246/

Posted by: bert February 27, 2005 05:17 am
Sweet. I cant wait. I'll be kicking so much ass it'll make Rambo look like a kitten.

Posted by: Nikku February 27, 2005 05:25 am
but kittens kick ass

Posted by: bert February 27, 2005 07:59 am
No, they don't. You're confusing kittens with cats. Kittens are young cats.

Posted by: Gneralas February 27, 2005 10:33 am
What the hell is wrong with kittens? huh.gif

I was born tomorrow, on my birthday... blink.gif happy.gif blubbern.gif

Posted by: Elite viking February 27, 2005 11:19 am
sad.gif No one has commented the story on Deviantart
btw, the story (at deviantart) is cut off in the middle of a sentence.

Posted by: DarknessGlams February 27, 2005 12:14 pm
Great again. That's all i'm going to say.

Posted by: TheBlazeUK February 27, 2005 01:36 pm
Well viking, I know you asked for criticism, but I can't really give you any. It's funny and it moves along fast enough, but it's a little bit randomly insane for me to give any sort of constructive criticism to. All I can say is watch where you're putting your commas and full stops, and keep up the good work.

Posted by: Elite viking February 27, 2005 06:02 pm
lol, thanks smile.gif

Posted by: Radman February 27, 2005 06:12 pm
QUOTE (Elite viking @ Feb 27 2005, 06:02 PM)
lol, thanks smile.gif

PLEASE tell me your going to be writing the city section next... PLEASE I BEG!!!...


Posted by: Till Death Do us Part February 27, 2005 07:26 pm
CITY...CITY....CITY....CITY...

KILL. IF NOT HURRY.



....ME TALK GOOD.

Posted by: Nikku February 27, 2005 07:31 pm
more the of story, If not more story of Then I Eat Face! Me Tak PRetty One TIme

Posted by: Grey Snake February 27, 2005 07:33 pm
I haven't been reading, but where am I and what happened to me??? blink.gif

Posted by: Nikku February 27, 2005 07:33 pm
mabey you should read the story.....

Posted by: Grey Snake February 27, 2005 07:37 pm
I'm not going through 13 pages.

Posted by: Nikku February 27, 2005 07:37 pm
then i guess you wont find out...

Posted by: Grey Snake February 27, 2005 07:40 pm
*Sign* People who just won't tell the flat out answer, but replies with something else...

Then I guess I'm dead.


Posted by: Nikku February 27, 2005 07:45 pm
YOu are in the truck, alive, blad, but alive, YOu saved everyone in the truck

Posted by: Elite viking February 27, 2005 09:04 pm
You steered away from the road thus avoiding the big explosion wall after you, you got a punch + whiplash but yer aleiv.
Thanks for the "I wont read thru 13 pages". Ignore random chatter saying VIking U R Roxxoreh, it will boil down to eight.
Read? PLease? I'd be honored?
I read your stories? Do it for Me? *Big, glittering deer eyes*
Puuleeeeeeeiz?

Posted by: Nikku February 27, 2005 09:08 pm
i will eat your face if you dont make more story, also if u dopnt I will eat your chest?

Posted by: Keyes February 27, 2005 09:18 pm
lol, that would b fun to watch laugh.gif cool stuff so far, likin it all! biggrin.gif

Posted by: Elite viking February 27, 2005 09:27 pm
We have a 5-68 in the shopping mall, over.

Ten-four. Driving there now.

Radman played it all by the book. He had no idea what a 5-68 was; He had no idea why he was sitting in a squad car wearing a uniform. It had all begun in the morning:
When he awoke, he was suddenly one feet higher, he had long hair in hockeystyle, he had a Beretta 9mm at his room (Unloaded he wasnt a maniac) and lived in a small compartment together with this guy named Bert. Bert was a policeman, claiming Radman was too.

You smashed your head at something this morning? Bert asked Rad while Bert was eating breakfast, and Radman running around, looking awkwardly similar to Tom Hanks in Big!

After a while he had calmed down. Okay, he was a policeman. Wasnt that what he always ha wanted to be? Carry the badge, protecting citizens some fairy or something must have fulfilled his dreams.

So now, he was an officer. But he was not in England. That one puzzled him a little. Everyone had HGPD badges, he had absolutely no idea what HG meant, but he couldnt ask anyone either.

Present time:

He turned around, and began talking to his friend in the back of the car: Hey, Bert, looks like were about to see some action.

Bert smiled. Hey, allright, he said, cheerily.

The guy was fresh out of the police academy, longing for something to do. Until now, all of his missions had been baby sitting since he was the newbie they only gave small tasks to.
Well, Bert wasnt a nerd at least. He just hadnt gotten the chance of proving himself. He looked strong, his biceps and triceps clearly marked off under his suit. His face, smooth as silk and with a short eagles beak nose, didnt fit with the Strong guy theme the rest of his body said.

They arrived at the shopping mall some minutes later. Everything was in a relative state of allright: the building looked intact, no guys in camouflage shooting at them, no one running out, screaming.
That was a good sign.
Radman clicked off his belt, and got out of the car, before slamming the door.
Thud.

So, what do you recommend, Bert? Radman said, to find out what the situation was. He made it sound like a test.

Well, I say we walk in and find the missing man.

Okay. Someone was missing, maybe lost in the mall or something. He could handle that.

Were at the scene. Give me a description of the missing person? Radman said into his radio.

It sparkled, and shortly after the reply came, saying, Krkzt Hes one of the security guards at the place. He is a short, compact-built, man, with blue eyes. Hes strong, and has run into a lot of trouble. Theres a woman claiming she was going to meet him, but that he had disappeared. Over

Ten-four. Over,
Radman said into the radio, walking into the mall, Hey, Bert, follow me. We better start searching-
Heavens Gate Mall. The big neon letters burned into Radmans memory.
Heavens Gate. A big poster over it flashed Only one bite away from Heaven with a girl having an apple in her hand.

Amasingly Radman kept cool.
Okay, Im dreaming. Yes of course, I am dreaming, he said, Bert, come here.

What?

Bert appeared on his side.

Tell me something I cant possibly know..

Why? You really have hurt your head. Perhaps we should-

No, tell me.

OkayTheres a comic on the web called VG Cats and I like them so much I have an avatar of comic #114, square 1.

Youare that fresh one in the BB forums?

YeahAnd youThat RE fan!

They stared at each other for some moments.

So You got any good explaination?

A fat, bald man, running around waving his sausage hands in the air, interrupted their thoughts. He was yelling out, running, no, walking quickly around in the mall, the car tires on his belly wobbling, .

WhattheHeck?

They couldnt hear anything of what he said, since they were outside the mall, but it was obvious he was trying to tell people something, if rather loud. They heard muffled voices trough the glass doors.
They stepped in, Radmans right hand searching for pepperspray.
Normally, he wouldnt even think of doing it, and if someone else had done it, he would have called it police violence.
But he wasnt one hundred percent this day, having recently been turned into a police officer in a city from a game, with a man, probably suffering from some mental disease, screaming in a mall.

True! Its true I tell you! Listen! Many of you have been changed! I know, I was changed too! Its the Matrix that did this! LISTEN TO ME!

Everyone ignored the man, rolling their eyes.
Only Radman went over to the man.

What are you talking about? The matrix?

Yes, it has changed me! Before, I were a healthy Jew, look at me now! Im fat, probably an atheist too. My bedroom was filled with empty packages of pork chops.

I I changed too. I used to be 9 years younger, and now Im 35 and a cop. And the city we live in Heavens Gate? I feel somethings going to happen soon, and itll be bad.

You mean like zombies, the fat man said, Radman almost jumping backwards.

You played BB?

Yeah, sure, I was even in the forum as the matrix nerd. No one believed it when I posted about the matrix, look at it now! I tell you, the Matrix is behind this
Ill let you guys guess a little before saying his name.
*****************Think********************
*****************Think********************
*****************Think********************
*****************Think********************

Tyrano?

Thats me. And youre... wait, dont say someone digging the cops am I right?
Yeah

Okay, I bet its Radman Im talking to now.

Youre right. Hey, wed better get to somewhere safe, and take cover before it comes an outbreak or something.

Great thinking. Your place or mine?

Radman frowned at the pick-up line.
Eww, snap out of it. Well get back to my place. Then well have a trip to the police chamber, and stock up.

They walked back to a confused Bert.

So This is?

Tyrano. The matrix freak at BB forums. Hurry up, were heading to our compartment.

Posted by: Nikku February 27, 2005 10:11 pm
eh, MORE!!!!

Posted by: Grey Snake February 27, 2005 10:14 pm
I just got done reading about eight pages of my part in the story!!! I say that was a pretty cool thing you did with my character. The story's good!!! I like it!!!

Will me and the other guys in the car be in HeavenGates when zombies take the city over?

Posted by: Radman February 27, 2005 10:28 pm
ROCKS!...

Im finally in the story!!!...

Nice one Viking.

Posted by: SirAlucard February 27, 2005 10:40 pm
*weep* *weep*

Posted by: Nikku February 27, 2005 11:01 pm
MREO OR ILL EAT OUR FEET TO!

Posted by: bert February 27, 2005 11:43 pm
Viking, I love you. In a non-homosexual way.

Posted by: Till Death Do us Part February 28, 2005 02:11 pm
QUOTE (bert @ Feb 27 2005, 11:43 PM)
Viking, I love you. In a non-homosexual way.

LMAO....!!!!

OH MY GOD...I...I SERIOUSLY, CANNOT STOP LAUGHING!


AHAHAHAHA...!!

Posted by: Elite viking February 28, 2005 02:45 pm
Ok... I am now currently under eight treaths of getting my face eaten, one with Nikkus face eaten too in a symbolic meaning, two with my belly eaten as well and one with my feet.
Also, people love me non-sexually.

Posted by: -Rusty- February 28, 2005 03:07 pm
yeah, and your right! my life before anyone else! tongue.gif

Posted by: Elite viking February 28, 2005 04:44 pm
OK, befire Nikku does something serious about his threats, I'll post the new part.


The zombies were coming at him, reaching out their hands. They were in hundreds, maybe thousands, and all he had was his pistol.
Gneralas whipped the pistol out, switching the small safety off with a small click.
His silver gun shone in the dim light, a deadly beauty waiting to kill.
With a swift hand movement, he forwarded the next slug from the magazine, chambering it, before he took aim at the closest ones head, preparing to blow it off.

All the moaning disappeared from his thoughts; all he was hearing was his own, steady breath.
BLAM. The bullet hit; separating the zombie head in the middle, sending the two halves splattering to the ground.

He fired again. The casing ejected, flying beautifully, in an arc, down to the floor.
They were real close now, he felt like he could almost smell their hunger.
His aim centered at another incoming braindead being. He pulled the trigger.
The flame from the muzzle lit him up; the brown hair in disorder with a Bandana tied around; the tattered jeans and the long-sleeved hooded sweater sagging down. His teeth were gritted, as he saw the second zombie fall to the ground, motionless.
Round after round hit the never-stopping crowd. Puddles of blood appeared on the floor by every dropped foe. He was running low on his current magazine.
The metallic clang when the hammer hit nothing but air ricocheted in the hallway.
He flicked a button. The clip fell to the floor clattering. He searched his pockets for a new one, finding it after a little fumbling.
Clack. He slapped it in, and pulled the hammer back, readying another eight rounds to fire. His pistol was constantly ablaze.
Damn, they were getting too close now. He fired the last round of his second mag, and pulled out another from his pocket.
Gneralas was with his back to the wall now. He was completely surrounded, with no possible chance of survival. He could do nothing but take as many as his foes with him.

Blam Blam BlamBlam Blam Blam. Klik.
They were almost on to him; he searched desperately for another clip of shots while they came slowly closer.
Just as he had cocked his gun, a zombie lunged at him. He barely missed it by throwing himself to the side, before giving the fiend a hard smash in the neck with the gun.
Time froze as he heard the crunching sound of something biting at his leg, down to the bone.
Noo! Gneralas yelled as he unloaded all of the rounds of his pistol, the shell casings littering the floor, into the gaping head of the zombie. There were nothing left of its head, only blood, grey brain matter and bone powder.
The crowd was at him. They gnawed off his limbs with blood streaming out. He was a goner within seconds.




Damn it! Gneralas yelled into the TV with the words Game Over flashing again and again. He could hardly resist the urge of sending the G-Con (Gun Controller) straight trough the screen, furious at his loss. Something had to be wrong with that gun, it shot light beams sporadic, both when he did and didnt fire.
He knew it was dangerous, but he had to fix the thing. He pulled the fat boy hat down to his ears before going out to the kitchen. He opened a drawer, and found a screwdriver and a drill. That laser Gun was getting fixed, whether it liked it or not.

He had no idea what he was doing with the thing. It was almost automatically, something told him what to drill, what to remove, which wires to connect
After half an hour it was done, after cutting a piece of glasses into fit as a new laser focuser, and random messing with the interior.
Okay, now its time for you to lay waste on some more uuundeeaaadd! Boooo!
he said with a creaky, old witch voice.

He plugged it into the PS2 he had just received in birthday present. He turned the game console on, the welcome screen appearing. The ZombieKillah opening movie soon replaced the welcum to Pe Ess Doo!
It was really cool. There were some marines flying around, evacuating civilians. Then one of the guys they were evacing bit a marine, and all hell broke loose inside the chopper.
The main characters jumped out, landing in a jungle. They soon fought their way into a big lab, where they had to blow up the generator. Gneralas waited for the movie to end.
Ah, finally. He sighed with relief, as the menu appeared.
He pressed x on the new game bar. It begun.
The hall was just the same. The zombies were approaching, and he readied his G-Con.
He had a mutilated person he couldnt see the gender of in his sights. He pulled the trigger.
Zap. The TV received a hole straight trough.
Holy Shit! Gneralas dropped the gun, and ran over to the screen. The hole at the size of a thumb let loose a small curl of smoke before it caught fire. The rest of the TV was looking like clay.
He looked a few seconds at the melted pc, before pulling the Guns electrical cord out of the PlayStation.

Sweet.

He grinned evil.

Happy B-day!
And a small request for Radman: Can you please continue your story, or just kill it? I am longing for new parts...

Posted by: Keyes February 28, 2005 05:17 pm
smart stuff there cool.gif i want that light gun biggrin.gif

Posted by: Elite viking February 28, 2005 05:50 pm
QUOTE (Keyes @ Feb 28 2005, 05:17 PM)
smart stuff there cool.gif i want that light gun biggrin.gif

Maybe you can pry it from his dead cold hands when he dies cool.gif
Thanks for all the comments.
Everyone, wish Gneralas happy B-day when he eventually gets up! ( Aussie time, It's 5 in the morning there smile.gif

Posted by: Radman February 28, 2005 06:01 pm
QUOTE (Elite viking @ Feb 28 2005, 05:50 PM)
QUOTE (Keyes @ Feb 28 2005, 05:17 PM)
smart stuff there cool.gif i want that light gun biggrin.gif

Maybe you can pry it from his dead cold hands when he dies cool.gif
Thanks for all the comments.
Everyone, wish Gneralas happy B-day when he eventually gets up! ( Aussie time, It's 5 in the morning there smile.gif

Nice work!.... Sure I'd be happy to update my story, but I have Police cadets in an hour so i'll update it when I get back.

hehehheheheehe


Im one of the only ones who's worked out that zombies are going attack... cool...

Posted by: Till Death Do us Part February 28, 2005 07:07 pm
Wait, wait...what? The last chapter has me confused? How does it tie into teh story? Eh?!

Posted by: Elite viking February 28, 2005 07:13 pm
I introduce new characters that way.
Btw, have a look at my animation, its my first try at it.
http://www.ironoak.ch/forums/index.php?act=ST&f=5&t=3840&st=0#entry43154

Posted by: Till Death Do us Part February 28, 2005 07:25 pm
Ahhhhh......So I see

Posted by: SirAlucard February 28, 2005 07:30 pm
Good story so far but where am I???

Posted by: Elite viking February 28, 2005 07:35 pm
Yer standin in line. Wait for yer turn.

Posted by: DarknessGlams February 28, 2005 08:07 pm
Your getting into your strange keep-us-all-confused-as-hell mood now. I wonder if me 'n' the generator people (I can't really remember names, sorry to whoever they were) are out the story or coming back as my idea from about 5 pages back.

Happy Birthday Gneralas

Posted by: Elite viking February 28, 2005 08:28 pm
Why am I always said to be confusing?
Ok I'll explain.
I just introduced Gneralas to the story. In the beginning it seems like he is getting killed ( He shot at the horde blabla) by zombies, but then comes a punchline:
It was on his PS2, he's alive. Gneralas lives, but his ps2 gun isn't working. he 'fixes' it into a lasergun melting stuff.
Is that confusing? You should know by now that I sometimes change perspectives, this time it was Gneralas' turn. If it's still confusing, send me a PM.

Posted by: Elite viking February 28, 2005 09:13 pm
They were driving pretty carefully downwards now. Slaya was careful since he had twisted his neck, along with everybody else. In fact, Slaya was one of the luckiest.

Greys face was looking like a badly fried meatloaf, and bled from four different wounds. The.Raver had been thrown off, slung five meters before his flight ended in a skid along the grass, giving him severe burn damages along with a blue eye, as his Berett smashed into his face. Dave had broken both legs.

Mugen was dead, his head severely damaged by the abrupt stop. They carried him out of the car to bury him. When taking his clothes off they saw bite marks on his torso. He was becoming one of them They gave him a shot to make sure he stayed in his grave.

Hey sorry I mashed in your face. It looked like you were steering us into our death, you know.

Yeah But, try to think before you punch me like that again. I think you broke my nose

They sat silently, listening to the quiet humming from the engine for a while.
None of them looked back at the labs hidden under a mountain, the thick, black smoke curling out from the entrance the only sign of what happened.
Inside, all laid still. Everything but the faint, crisp sound of burning debris, and the strange murmur of radioactive fallout was quiet. It wasnt much of a war zone if you only looked at the outside. There, the nuclear power had wiped out anything, leaving the halls smooth. But the farther in you went, the closer you got to the ground zero, the more chaos youd see. Partly burnt bodies strewn around, shell casings, caked, dark blood covering the floor and walls, pipes sticking out of the walls, muddy water flowing out, mixing with the blood, cement blocks that had gotten shook loose

Inside the generator room, everything was covered under the huge chunks of roof\mountain that fell down when the reactor went critical.

They werent rugged, or anything like that. They were incredibly smooth, everything looking like one smooth piece of roof that had fallen down, and not broken into pieces.
The stone had melted from the incredible heat.
Nothing bore evidence of what once was a battlefield where brave men held their ground.
The generator itself was nowhere to be seen. It had disintegrated.
Crk. A small scraping sound was barely heard, coming from under the rock.
Crk. Crrk. Cracrak. Small streaks appeared on the surface.
CraCraCraCk. The sound was getting louder and louder, now high enough to send it echoing in the room.
After a long time, the sounds increasing gradually, a hole appeared. With a now loud smash, it became real big.
Huuuuhh Gasp... gasp... gasp

A voice down there breathed. Nothing happened in a long while, but for the mans uncontrolled, heavy breath. With a final smash, the hole widened out enough for him to crawl out.
A dark, badly hurt man came out, sinking to his knees from exhaustion. He had dug trough almost a meter of concrete mixed with stone without anything else than sheer willpower and a gun with attached bayonet. The air had gotten poisonous a long time ago.
It was Nikku. He was without clothes except for some fabric burnt together with his skin, he had third grade burns all over himself, and his color was a mixture of red from clumpy blood and black from ashes. He was missing good chunks of his body, and was hurt as Hell. But he was alive.

(Will explain his miraculous survival next episode)

Posted by: -=Jouni=- February 28, 2005 09:42 pm
Looking good.

More me please! laugh.gif

(Or have i missed something? I read quite fast:P)

Posted by: bert March 01, 2005 12:48 am
Must suck being Nikku. Having huge chunks of your body missing and shit. Ouch.

Posted by: Till Death Do us Part March 01, 2005 04:27 am
Kudos, kudos! Kepp writing.

NIKKU LIVES. CALL DR. FRANKENSTEIN.

Posted by: zombieslaya March 01, 2005 05:59 am
this is great, i can hardly wait to hear how he survived that, and if any zombies survied with him as well, though i seriously doubt it, unless the radiation caused some to mutate into super zombies

Posted by: Elite viking March 01, 2005 03:27 pm
QUOTE (zombieslaya @ Mar 1 2005, 05:59 AM)
this is great, i can hardly wait to hear how he survived that, and if any zombies survied with him as well, though i seriously doubt it, unless the radiation caused some to mutate into super zombies

hehe... Wait and see...

Posted by: Elite viking March 01, 2005 04:40 pm
Nikku slowly sat up, his face a grim, tormented mask. For every movement, the pains jolted all over his mutilated body.

When the charge blew up, he was pressing the trigger. The zombies around him worked as a shield, and took away most of the blizzard of death. His hand and the belly was the only part that received splinters, and his combat vest took the bullets that went there. His hand was worse. The explosion had tore the guns off his hand as his arm was pierced with metal shards.

After the explosion, very few of the undead was still standing. Nikku was by now covered in dead bodies, zombies killed by the blast, that had fell on him when he was sitting down. If they hadnt he wouldnt still be standing.

After the reactor had received the payload, the roof was heavily damaged, ready to break by anything. As the reactor slowly got worse and worse, the chunks fell off, meaning certain death for anything on the ground. His collision bag was torn apart, almost drowning him in blood. He couldnt breathe, and had to cut his way trough the limbs in his way with his almost-machete HALO knife.

He had heard the nuclear overload coming long before it actually came. The humming and shaking all around him was getting beyond anything he had felt before. He had quickly taken cover again, under the ever-faithful pile of corpses, just before it went critical.

He had closed his eyes, but it flashed white even trough the solid rock.
The heat was indescribable. The body armor became liquid; the white-hot Kevlar treads covering his body like hot wax. All hair on his body flickered away in an instant, his skin almost melted, revealing the thin layer below the leather skin, right above the blood veins. It was even worse at his open wounds. The flesh was burned away, even catching fire, some places not stopping before even the bone was black. He never, ever screamed out in pain, he knew it would make his inner organs catch fire too. His strength of will was put beyond its limits. His teeth scraped on each other until half of them were gone.

There were only one good thing about the fire wave: The heat killed every single particle of Red Death, rendering it harmless. He was free from infection.
The stench of burnt meat covered his small air pocket.

He thought, many times, that he had actually died. While he was scraping a way through the wall of rock, his heart stopped several times. He fell to the ground, gasping, and it blackened for him. It was a miracle that he made it out.

Hngwake uhhp Nikku wheezed, as he pulled a dark clump out.

Hunter was crushed beyond recognition. Most of his internal organs were all right, his limbs a little better than Nikku, maybe his innards too. But his face

It resembled spaghetti, spaghetti with meatballs and extra much tomato sauce. His nose was broken, the tip hanging in a tread of skin. He had half an ear. His jaw was broken, blood and drool dripping from his mouth. His neck had a nasty slice, from a bullet passing through it. It had missed his main vein by millimeters.
It was all topped with a thick smear of dark and almost black blood.

Nikku had thought about his last bullet. He had longed for it, wishing to pull the trigger and free himself. He had tried. Right after the heat wave, he had slowly pulled the Sig P226 out, and gaped around the barrel. He had smelled the gunpowder smeared at it, the smell heavenly compared to the stench of his own, burning flesh. He slowly pulled the trigger with his left hand.
Click.

The slug had exploded from the heat.
It was like it was a grim gift from above, someone commanding him to stand up and keep fighting. He would.

He had found Hunter a few meters besides him, one arm sticking under the rock. He had cut him loose with his knife, and with a will of iron he had dug trough the wall.

Black. White. Nikku snapped out of his sleeping state, sensing his heart once again delivering blood at a steady pace.

He slapped at Hunters cheek, the healthiest one. The other was reddish black ash.
Slowly he woke up from his fever nightmares. He wheezed, before spitting out blood. It dripped down his face, washing away darker blood.

Niku

Yes, its gasp -me. Youre alive ack- Nikku replied, collapsing down. The damage finally took hold of his body.

The two train wrecks lay on the ground, none of them with energy enough to stand. They stayed that way for some time, until Hunter had regained enough strength to begin pulling them both to the exit. He crept with one hand, holding at Nikku with the other. They crawled onwards, one centimeter at a time.
At the exit of the room, once a door, now a gaping hole, they rested. They were never going to make it out at this speed.

Nikku closed his eyes,The heart thudded irregularly, as one of the last organs to fail. The fate was grabbing hold of his body like it had tried so many times before.
And just like the other times, Nikku refused to die. In a final attempt of making the body stand up, a part of the brain sent out Adrenaline along with Ephedrine and other stimuli fluids to pump through his veins.

He jerked. his eyes shot up, and he got to his feet. He walked, his left foot halting, into a small storage room. And found what he needed. Row after row, filled with nutrition, medical supplies, firearms and a lot of security uniforms.
They could still live trough the day.

Posted by: SirAlucard March 01, 2005 06:57 pm
That was a nice peice there good job on the story so far.

Posted by: Keyes March 01, 2005 06:59 pm
smart cool.gif likin it biggrin.gif

Posted by: Till Death Do us Part March 01, 2005 07:06 pm
Well, well, well, very nice twist. Extreme heat burning away the infection. Very smart.

Note: I had been meaning to ask this, but forgot every time. Let me ask before i forget again O_o

In a post on my story thread (Genesis, people! check it out!....yes...shameless plugging of my own story..sob...) But anyway, I said my character was a hitman, but then after that post, you said I would be best friends with Radman. Isn't Rad a police officer?

Posted by: Elite viking March 01, 2005 07:10 pm
OK you guys have never heard of eachother. Bert kinda filled the role as 'friend'. I'll let you be on a mission when the outbreak starts.
Aight?

Posted by: DarknessGlams March 01, 2005 07:12 pm
None of the people in the generator explosion should have survived. Here is how and it is very,very long so i'll cut it short.
What happens in a nuclear explosion.
The initial explosion is an E.M.P. or electro magnetic pulse. This short circuits any electrical range effectivly about 5-6 miles in diameter. At this point the car which had just left the building a few moments earlier should have broke down as they were still moving.
Then a sudden release of energy melts any materials into gasses so Nikku and Hunter should be worse than vapourized.
These gasses expand and create a pressure wave crushing everything. The building would have no walls or roof.
This explosion would be many thousands (maybe millions) of times stronger than most conventional explosives. So the truck would have flipped and melted.
The temprature would have set the grass around the car on fire if they had made it out of E.M.P. range in time so whoever fell on the grass would be a human barbeque.
Highly harmful invisible rays (initioal nuclear radiation) would be emited for an 18 mile radius so the people in the truck would now be radioactive.
Lastly anything remaining in the blast radius would also become radioactive so the people would also be poisioned.
Now this is what would happen if Iraq nuked people.
Good story.

Posted by: Till Death Do us Part March 01, 2005 07:14 pm
QUOTE (Elite viking @ Mar 1 2005, 07:10 PM)
OK you guys have never heard of eachother. Bert kinda filled the role as 'friend'. I'll let you be on a mission when the outbreak starts.
Aight?

Okay, okay biggrin.gif I just thought it was odd. And don't rush just to introduce me. I didn't mean for that last message to have any connotations of 'hurry up where am I?'. take your time. This is a great and interesting story.

Posted by: Radman March 01, 2005 07:19 pm
QUOTE (Till Death Do us Part @ Mar 1 2005, 07:14 PM)
QUOTE (Elite viking @ Mar 1 2005, 07:10 PM)
OK you guys have never heard of eachother. Bert kinda filled the role as 'friend'. I'll let you be on a mission when the outbreak starts.
Aight?

Okay, okay biggrin.gif I just thought it was odd. And don't rush just to introduce me. I didn't mean for that last message to have any connotations of 'hurry up where am I?'. take your time. This is a great and interesting story.


Dude... I had to wait 17 days before I was first introduced to the story.

Anyhow...

GREAT story viking.

Posted by: Elite viking March 01, 2005 09:07 pm
I know the nuclear explosion would have killed anything in the room, but Nikku had begged on his knees to make him come out of there alive. That was when the charge was thrown, and it was kinda hard to let Nikku or anyone else get out of there alive.
Also, the air would have burnt up, causing Nikku to choke if he survived the blast smile.gif
I kinda compensated for that by wounding the two of them MASSIVELY. They are walking bodies, ready to drop anytime.
Thanks for the lecture about radioactivity, Darkness, you're probly just angry because you died wink.gif hehe.
I didn't say the radioactive fallout didn't happen, in fact everyone has gotten their lifetime shortened by 50 years. They will get deadly cancer within a month, and then perish.

Posted by: Nikku March 01, 2005 10:37 pm
No dude No Dude No! Dont make it nuclear, I mean FFS they wouldnt have a nuke generator probualy jsut a gas one

Posted by: Elite viking March 02, 2005 02:29 pm
It's already said it was a nuclear generator, I'm sorry but you have inhaled over 250 rem, enough to kill 3 people. You're strong, but not that strong. I'm sorry.
(Perhaps the Matrix' a little messed up? So that nuclear fallout isn't existing at all, or that it just speeds up the evolution of genes? I'll probly do the last one, radioactivity enhances evolution. Anyone in contact to radioactivity is enhanced smile.gif )

Posted by: Elite viking March 02, 2005 03:01 pm
Small update, I have a tight scedule today.

It took half an hour, but finally they were both patched up and in clothes. They had given each other a needle with morphine for the pain to give up, washed their skin with anti-septic and applied some jelly from a tube. Then they had used three rolls of bandage to cover up their open wounds before applying to the burnt skin as well, and then started to put on the security uniforms.

The suits consisted of trousers in harder-than-regular fabric to block away the most simple of damage, sweaters in the same style, regular socks and lastly a light Kevlar suit over the chest. It could deflect light arms and knives, not much to cover against zombies, but it was better than nothing.

When they had their clothes on, they filled their backpack with supplies.
They had taken a satchel each, containing bandage, morphine and anti-septic as medicals, a kilo of canned food, some bottles of water and a rope.
They knew they couldnt carry much more, so they chose light arms only. Hunter found a Raging Bull, and filled one of his pockets with rounds taped together in clusters of five. He took a Beretta 92fs too, with two additional mags.
Nikku chose two Socoms, exactly like the ones he had. He took two clips for each pistol. When he stuck the HALO in an arm strap, he saw something in a corner, stacked up behind a broken vending machine. He walked over to it, and picked up one of the Smg looking weapon.

It was a Tec-9 illegal, modified Automatic Pistol.
So There are more shady business here as well Nikku grinned.

He picked up two, found the 50-round magazines and fitted on a silencer and a laser pointer.
They were ready to move out.
At first, their speed was a slow pace, but gradually, as their bodies got used to it, they were walking in a regular walk. They supported themselves against each other, afraid of falling.

Behind them all was silent, their footsteps the only sound in the whole compound. The clanking from Nikkus new welding boots blended with the soft bumping from Hunters regular.
Clang bump Clang bump Clang...
They were slowly approaching the outdoors.
One time, Nikku thought he heard something, and whirled around with the Tec-9s pointing at empty air. Not a single soul was left here except for them. They were alone.
Or so they thought

Posted by: DarknessGlams March 02, 2005 06:54 pm
I wasn't angry just thought it a little wierd that they survived a mini Hiroshmia.

Posted by: Elite viking March 02, 2005 08:36 pm
They were under 1 meter of solid rock, but yeah its weird. The matrix is a weird place, so I'll justify it with that smile.gif The last sentence from last update means you're sort of alive.
Sort of... smile.gif
EDIT: yeah DarknessGlams, I'll make them slightly paranoid, just like Nikku was before he met Hunter. But since they're two, they at least have someone to be scared together with. ¨
Its harder to be scared alone ^^

Posted by: DarknessGlams March 02, 2005 09:53 pm
Cool. Keep going. Why not have them get all sorta paranoid, thinking their getting followed and shit?
I've got a way that the super-zombies could be created. When the blast hit the temprature melted the skin from the bodies of the dead. The particles mixed with the air and mixed with the bones of the bodies (like say the Red Death) then the blast wave would save the bodies. The radiation could then act like the electronic surges needed to reanimate the body. The new radioactive zombies could have all sorts of new powers, say regeneration of a faster rate like the skin, oragns, brain and blood.

Posted by: Elite viking March 02, 2005 10:42 pm
OKay, Thanks. But, to make sure HG stands a chance, only forum members gets to be those superzombies. I'll say something radoactive in the air +our lovely matrix virus causes them to become superzombies smile.gif
Also, DarknessGlams, you won't have regular arms. The Ak47's melts on to your arms, with knives and all cool.gif

Posted by: Elite viking March 03, 2005 03:40 pm
DarknessGlams werent as lucky as Hunter and Nikku, and got crushed from a boulder weighing five tons. He died a swift, painless death by extreme body trauma.

But the radioactive energy had worked differently on him compared to Nikku and Hunter. The virus hadnt been removed at all by the heat. The EMP (Electro Magnetic Pulse Wave) energy wave had shook trough his already-dead body, speeding the virus job at an incredible rate, reviving him within a second. The virus in him mutated from the energy outburst, and so did he. His muscles grew, his senses evolving almost to a sixth sense, his brain hadnt been dead so it had all functions intact, his vitality and dexterity astonishing. He became a superzombie, mutated beyond belief. It got worse.

He was lying right besides the generator opening. When he had revived, Darkness had smashed away the giant chunk of rock, and fell into the hole. Then the radioactive energy flowed through his mutated cells. Normally it would mean certain death, but his mutated tissue withstood it, only his outer parts affected. His skin melted along with the inner walls of the reactor, covering him in body armor made of aluminum. The AK47s he had used as blades had fused into him, before getting covered in the metal plating.

He was a goddamn, near-invincible, rational, mutated super zombie.

DarknessGlams was now smarter than ever, but the virus had full control, his body a mere instrument for its will. He had no thoughts for himself; it was like he was asleep. The body had been out of control for a while. It was fused into metal, and that was an experience beyond the regular. He couldnt see anymore, the metal had boiled out his eyes. The body found a temporary solution. By cutting away a few parts of the aluminum in his face, he revealed other, non-lethal parts. He made small holes for his mouth, ears, and nose. Now he could prey for anything, and feed of it.

The virus had the intelligence to fire a gun; the only problem was that the body lacked regular arms. He had two blades fused into a long pipe-looking thing.
And it was him the two security officers sometimes heard when he was sneaking behind them. The virus had first sensed the vibrations of someone walking, then smelled them, and after a while seeing them. He decided to follow, and find out where they were going.
He was moving as quiet as he could, but his boots were covered in pure metal, making the same clanking as Nikkus. One time, Nikku whirled around without warning, and Darkness jumped onto the roof, grabbing hold with his new arms. After a while he stepped on the ground just the moment Nikku did, making hearing him impossible.

He was hungry. And those two were mere walking lunch packs for him

Posted by: Keyes March 03, 2005 05:04 pm
ooh...we got us a badass super-zombie! smart cool.gif

Posted by: Till Death Do us Part March 03, 2005 06:55 pm
Fuck. Ol' darkie is mad and hungry...

Posted by: DarknessGlams March 03, 2005 08:06 pm
Fuckin' COOL!. I'm coming for you all! (If Viking wants me to. I can call you Viking right?)

Posted by: Elite viking March 03, 2005 10:00 pm
Viking or whatever you like. Just not 1337 or something with my first part. Viking on steam was already in use, I took Elite Viking, and it has stuck since.
And yeah, you'll be coming for us smile.gif
together with a certain person. I won't tell his name.
I'll have plenty of time to write tomorrow and pretty much on sat\sun. I'll post some parts then.

Posted by: Nikku March 03, 2005 10:14 pm
Make me and Civ zombie get in a fight becuase our 2 charaters always got in fights before all this....

Posted by: Grey Snake March 03, 2005 10:53 pm
I can't wait to fight the super-zombies. jejeje

wait till they get a load of Bullit Time mwhaaaaa and jejeje

Posted by: DarknessGlams March 03, 2005 11:11 pm
See if its civvy. He died on grass I think. So he has merged with grass.

Noooo, we have a grass monster. Keep it coming.

Posted by: Till Death Do us Part March 04, 2005 01:03 am
Lmao, a grass monster. I'm sorry, I can't help but chuckle....haha...

"Fear my miracle-grow powder!"

Posted by: bert March 04, 2005 06:42 am
I want more updates on me and Radman. Or I wont love you in a non-homosexual way anymore. And eat you.

Posted by: Gneralas March 04, 2005 10:06 am
Well, now that i have found my part! I love it!!! The Light Gun is cool! wub.gif happy.gif

I could post a few photos of my 'fatboy' hat and my G-Con (Slightly modified, just like the story biggrin.gif ) if you would like to see them


LOVE IT ULLEH! cool.gif

Posted by: Till Death Do us Part March 04, 2005 02:02 pm
Hey, c'mon guys. he told me he has like, 2 or 3 tests he has to study for. Besides, the longer you wait for something you're looking forward to, the better it is when you get it.

"So now I'm a Philosophizer."


...hehe...

Posted by: Elite viking March 04, 2005 07:08 pm
All but one Tests done, projects delivered in (one left). I'm free to post a new part now.

Radman and Bert had just arrived in their apartment together with Tyrano. He had babbled all the time about the matrix, Neo, glitches and zombies. It was frightening how addicted to those green lines of code he was.

So I told myself, that letter is more like a number but that one is like Chinese, so Im like Why are there only Chinese and numbers in the matrix? So then-

Please, were all tired of this. Just shut up. Radman angrily said to Tyrano sitting in the back of the squad car.
They were separated by the net every police car had to make sure the criminal, or whoever the men in blue had arrested, couldnt hit those in front.

Oh. Sorry. Tyrano looked offended, someone actually getting bored of his fascinating theories.

Hey, guys, shut up both of you. Were here. Bert said to avoid a conflict.

They walked out, stretched themselves and went into the compartment.

Ok guys, I know how to successfully barricade against the undead. First we have to secure the weapons we have right here. Well get the juicy stuff at the headquarters.

Radman took the role as commander, telling everyone what to do. Bert did as told, but Tyrano just stood there, having a strange interest in his feet.

What is it? the two asked.

I dont know where anything is maybe Ill just find some bottled water and canned food, if we have any.

Sure, whatever.

After some minutes they had found all they could use around the place. They had food, water, and a few guns with some rounds. To be exact, they had one Beretta 92Fs with a small case of ammunition, and a broken MP5 without grip or ammunition.

We have to get to the police chamber and supply ourselves with armaments, these two guns wont help us for long

Yeah. How about Bert and me get to the HQ, and you Tyrano find things to stack up the door with. After we get back, we barricade the door and move up to the roof.

Yes, sir. Tyrano couldnt help himself for adding the sir.

Lets get going then. And dont die while were away Hey, you better take the Beretta handgun, just in case.

They separated, leaving Tyrano alone in the worn-down apartment to look for heavy furniture and stuff.



Viking and Jouni had just received the mail from Keyes, with the map, along with the marking in place. His home was in the northern area of the city, by the Shopping mall. It wasnt densely populated there, just a few blocks scattered around. So it would be a better place to defend than where they were, in the Suburbs.

All ready to go? Viking asked while checking his sword with the self-made sharp tip. For the ump-theenth time.

Yes, everything is packed and ready, Jouni answered while putting on his backpack.

So lets go then. But shouldnt we like wear the protective gear, and have our weapons ready? In case we encounter a zombie or three? Viking asked, nervously.

I dont see very many zombies around here. Not any blood or bodies for that sake. I think its pretty safe.

So they walked out of the door, took out the map with a red ring around a small place, before starting to walk. Jouni had put the map in his pocket, now he took it out and unfolded it.

Lets see we have to go down this alley, and then pull right before keeping a straight line for a kilometer or two. We better hurry.

They both began pacing fast, Viking holding tight at his weapon regardless. No matter what anyone said, it was scary to walk around in a city he had known before as a zombie-spawning hole.



Nikku and Hunter were both getting real nervous. They had both heard swooshing sounds sometimes. Nikku could have sworn he had seen a shadow flash past his eyes when he had turned around. He was beginning to feel like before he met Hunter, when he saw shadows racing past corners, blood dripping from the roof and other things tearing down his last flick of sanity.

It was worse now. He had been so sure everyone in the place had gotten killed, and if someone were still left, they must have been special.
Its less frightening to move around in a war zone you know is dense with enemies rather than walking in the city, becoming paranoid, suspecting a sniper aiming his rifle at you.

Hunter felt it too. He was beginning to really despise this place. It was a cold hellhole, where anything could hide away, waiting for a good bite of him. Almost like an instinct, he clutched his Taurus revolver, and his eyes flickered around, searching the walls for foes. The fact that none of them saw anything only made it worse. Just like Nikku.

CLAnk bump CLAnk bump. Hunters soft thudding of leather hitting roof hadnt changed ever since they had left the armory. But Nikkus had seemed to increase, and gave echoes ricocheting against the walls over and over again.

CLank bump CLAnk bump. Hunter turned to Nikku, tapping him gently at his shoulder. Nikku snapped out of his own thoughts, immediately at guard.
Hunter began miming, forming words on his lips without saying them.
WhatsOh, so yeah
Nikku nodded, and took a peek behind his back.
DarknessGlams didnt understand what that was all about. Suddenly, one of the lunch packs had begun talking, but seemed to be interrupted by something. It was like the other one had told him something, not speaking.
CLAnk bump CLAnk bump.
Now, Hunter mimed.
Nikku stopped immediately, his clanking from the armored shoes expected to stop. But for a split second, they both heard someone or something further down the hall, pulling to a halt, the clanking resembling Nikkus footwear.

They were not alone. And those or that behind them had no friendly intentions, if so it would have made its presence clear long ago. It was out to kill them, or worse. Turn them.

Shit, what do we do now? Nikku said out loud.

Hunter punched his arm with his Beretta, looking furious. He started forming a word with his lips. Run.
They began sprinting for their lives, unholstering their guns.

Were in for it now, Nikku wheezed, the running consuming his energy fast. Some of his wounds were aching again, screeching as fresh blood stained the bandages.

They could both hear the thing behind them now.
And it was much faster than both of them.


Nikku was slacking down, the pain all over his body forcing him to move slower. Hunter, who was longer up, turned around to see where Nikku were, and froze.
NIKKU! LOOK OUT, SHI- Hunter was cut short in the middle of the word, standing there aiming at something, his mouth still open.

Nikku fell to the floor, a sudden fog blurring his eyes.

What the-

He lay at the floor, his eyes seeing nothing but vague forms of a hallway. In an act of instinct, he clutched his Tec-9s before rolling around to face whatever Hunter tried to warn him of. His eyes widened up by fear, shock, and surprise.

(Okay, here it gets weird. Dont read if you have a tendency of criticizing anything not possible, like time freeze, nuclear fallout survival etc. ITS A DAMN ZOMBIE STORY. By reading this, you agree to pay me at least 100$ if you criticize the following getting used up ahead: Time Freeze.
A humanoid fused into metal capable of moving his limbs.
Sound, when time is frozen, since this is a paradox as sound, which is energy waves vibrating, moves 300m\s and if time freeze so would time.
Even moving, as the frozen oxygen and Nitrogen atoms in the air would hold you right where you are. Youd choke as you couldnt even breathe, because you are completely covered by those damn things.
Anything else looking plain weird.
Thank you)

Less than a meter away from him, a shining humanoid with sharp knife looking things attached to his arms, was frozen in the middle of a leap, perfectly still in the air. Nikku opened fire, pressing both triggers simultaneously. Nothing happened, not even a click from the hammers. He looked at his illegal firearms.

The hammers were still cocked, not moving an inch from the rear position. Time was frozen, and he was the only one moving. He dropped the guns (Not really, they were still hanging in the air) and pulled out two small combat knives he had found in the room.

Time to die, Nikku whispered before rolling from prone position to a crouch, and then lunged at the creature, arms stretched out.

SwhaSlasTCHUNK. The pitch sound of metal slicing at metal tore in Nikkus ears. He hadnt even left a mark at the metal armored thing with knife arms.

He had no means of fighting something armored, invincible to any of his weapons.
He and Hunter had to run.

KliiKliikShwhBlaaBlaamm.

The guns fired, time was moving again. They had to hurry
Something in the edge of Nikkus vision caught Nikkus attention. Two bullets, leaving trails as the oxygen got pushed away, coming towards him. No time to move.
Nikku didnt crouch to gain energy to do the stunt: he plainly flung his body upwards in the air, his torso and legs twisting around. He was performing a still-standing somersault in his attempt to evade the two rounds. One of the shots barley missed his chest, ripping a hole in one of his pouches. The other one ricocheted at the metal thing, sending hundreds of sparks flying. Now, the knife slashes got visible, as two small marks showed up in the armor amidst a rain of sparks.
He landed perfectly on his feet, and rolled around before grabbing the guns when getting up.
In an instant, he caught up with Hunter, still aiming towards the metal thing that swung his blades at empty air.

-T!

Nikku swung his arm around Hunter and grabbed hold of him before running onwards. His free hand pulled the trigger, releasing a temporary hold-up for their fate.

The shell casings hadnt even hit the ground when they were both gone.

Posted by: Keyes March 04, 2005 07:34 pm
now that was weird stuff wid the time freezin...but it was good weird stuff cool.gif keep goin biggrin.gif

Posted by: Elite viking March 04, 2005 07:35 pm
A hundred bucks please... smile.gif

Posted by: Till Death Do us Part March 04, 2005 07:37 pm
Shweet.....

Posted by: Nikku March 05, 2005 02:59 am
I ARE THE TATOLY PWNZAOR!!!! lol j/k Sweet I am cools, so are all the other charaters... what happened to greysnake and everyone?

Posted by: zombieslaya March 05, 2005 04:46 am
holy..... that was awesome!! that so came out of the matrix, not that im criticising you, to qoute that little kid on the trike in The Incredibles, "THAT WAS TOTALLY WICKED!!!"

Posted by: DarknessGlams March 05, 2005 01:48 pm
Awww nice. Me large Silver Hulk. Me crush you. Lol.

Posted by: Nikku March 05, 2005 03:56 pm
Darkness and nikku meet eachother's eyes. Something happened inb the spilt secound Nikku Dived and him with two fully loaded tec9s in hand, darkness answered by diving at him. An Orchastra of gunshots filled the air as they came closer to each, now their heads were almost touching. "Hello Mr. Anderson" Siad Darkness. "What The Fuck" Said nikku.

Posted by: DarknessGlams March 05, 2005 04:21 pm
Lol. "Hey son, That's me in there."

Posted by: Elite viking March 05, 2005 04:31 pm
Don't ya guys hijack meh stotry pls!

Posted by: SirAlucard March 05, 2005 05:02 pm
Yeah, theres only one good writer around here. Thats me...

Posted by: Nikku March 05, 2005 07:22 pm
i was kidding.....

Posted by: Till Death Do us Part March 07, 2005 02:20 pm
Ack! Where's the next chapter?! CHOP CHOP BOYO.

Posted by: Elite viking March 07, 2005 03:46 pm
TWANK THWANK ( Sound of Chop thing hitting metal skin).
Oh shit Viking has metal armor!
AAAhhhh I shouldnt have threatened him! now He's having revenge! NO no no mercy.....CRKCNCKH aaaAarCRRNCHaaargh.... RRRiiiiip Munch munch munch....
Grrgll


Don't threaten me again m'kay?



Shit! What is that? Grey yelled.

ZombieSlaya shook himself out of his unconscious state, and took a look at where he was driving. They were on a bumpy part of the road, with rocks all over. Only this part was covered in blood

He stepped on the brake, which made everyone getting thrown ahead, jumped out, and scanned the area thoroughly with his Car-15. Not a visual as far as he could see.

Anyone see something? he asked.

Grey, the one who had reacted, pointed to the center of the road. It was a missing section of the road. It was a hole about a meter in diameter, blood and intestines covering the whole of it.

And there were a body lying in the middle of it.

Theres someone there! Get some medical equipment! Now! Slaya shouted, and jumped down into the hole. His boots thumped as dirt and sand got shoved away, small pebbles rolling over the man.

It was unlike anything he had seen. It was more of a blood pulp than a human; the face revealing huge parts of the skull, one arm nothing but a stump with a bone splint sticking out, the right leg twisted in a spiral, bite wounds all over Bite wounds.

Oh God. Get away now! Grey had just looked over the edge to throw morphine and bandage over when he saw them. The man was bitten. But it was too late.

Its eyes flashed up, the white wells of hate fixed on ZombieSlaya. It missed its pupils, but somehow Slaya knew it was looking at him. In an instant, it had lunged him, the claw-looking teeth trying to gnaw on him. He had lost his breath, surprised by the weight of the corpse when it jumped onto his belly.
The Car-15 had been thrown away from the impact, now he was lying there, with a zombie on top, trying to reach it while fighting.

Grey received that strange feeling again. For a moment it was foggy, but then everything came clear. Only that the time was slowed. He heard the muffled sounds of struggle in the pit, from Slaya and the badly wounded zombie. He pulled out the matte-black MP5, gripped it tightly, aimed carefully at the abominations head, and pulled the trigger. The soft whistle of the muffled shots slowly sounded out, like music in Greys ears.
Shfllt Shfllt Shfllt. He could barely make out the slugs, dark shadows rocketing out of the barrel before hitting the head.
He was longing for the crashing sound of bullet hitting skull, the cracking sound of bullet breaking skull, the sloshing sound of bullet hitting brain and turning it into fluid and lastly the splashing sound of blood together with brain matter hitting the wall.
He didnt get the pleasure.

ClankClankClank. It was the heavy, metallic sound of bullet ricocheting off rock.
He looked closer at the body and gasped. It was a creature with rock skin formed like a body. What he thought was blood coming down in streams from it was rusty metal.
ZombieSlaya was in for it now

Posted by: DarknessGlams March 07, 2005 05:03 pm
THAT WAS ONE FUCKED UP CHAPTER! That was so cool. Keep going.

Posted by: -Rusty- March 07, 2005 05:59 pm
lol that was.. interesting tongue.gif

btw where am i sad.gif

Posted by: Elite viking March 07, 2005 06:45 pm
You're asleep, still knocked ot. I'll let you do something next episode...

Posted by: Till Death Do us Part March 07, 2005 06:53 pm
Wait...I wasn't threatening you...I meant chop chop as in like, hurry up....

Posted by: Elite viking March 07, 2005 07:12 pm
Well I ate you anyways laugh.gif

Posted by: Till Death Do us Part March 07, 2005 07:24 pm
Are you serious?! So, I'm not going to be in the story now?! BOOO!!!!

Posted by: Elite viking March 07, 2005 08:00 pm
Chill...you're still going to be in. I was trying to kill all of the "Post more or I will eat you and kill you ritually" Stuff.

Posted by: zombieslaya March 07, 2005 09:17 pm
QUOTE (Elite viking @ Mar 7 2005, 03:46 PM)
ZombieSlaya was in for it now

and your in for it in my story if i die or turn into a zombie..... im already plotting a gruesome and un-heroic death for you in my story if anything happens..... just kidding, but seriously, i want him to live through the whole fight in the city if at all possible.

Posted by: Elite viking March 07, 2005 09:22 pm
THERE! I've beaten Jouni in ammounts of posts! I feel soo good right now, and partly like a spam creator smile.gif

Posted by: bert March 08, 2005 02:11 am
Here, have a cookie Elite.

Posted by: Shoot_me March 08, 2005 07:03 am
Too late for me to join in? blink.gif

(yes... I just now found this thread...)

Posted by: Gneralas March 08, 2005 10:53 am
You serious? woah man. blubbern.gif

Good story. smile.gif

Posted by: Till Death Do us Part March 08, 2005 02:42 pm
Lol, you should hang out more in the story thread if you just found this biggrin.gif Maybe read some of the awesome stories by the awesome authors:

1: Everyone

heh. Read everything in here! It takes a while and passes the time!

Posted by: Elite viking March 08, 2005 02:44 pm
you can still join, however there's a line..
So just post your abilities, traits, outfits, maybe your age\job and I'll let you in someday.

Posted by: OneoftheLost March 08, 2005 03:55 pm
....what? what happened to me? guess I died a horrible death. or I missed my debut.
great story though.

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