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

This post has been edited by Elite viking on February 23, 2005 02:24 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

This post has been edited by Elite viking on August 08, 2005 07:19 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.

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

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) tis some good stuff

This post has been edited by Keyes on February 23, 2005 06:26 pm

Maybe the matrix gets another glitch, and Keyes pops up there and dies too Nah, you still have much to do, so you cant die. You're probably not ready for it.

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

This post has been edited by Elite viking on August 08, 2005 07:21 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.

This post has been edited by zombieslaya on February 23, 2005 09:19 pm

Another one understanding how hard it is to update with 2 pages a day.

lol keep goin, i wanna see what happens next!!

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 ( ) 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.
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Comments?

This post has been edited by Elite viking on August 08, 2005 07:26 pm

smart stuff 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

Yeah that reload rox

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.