Thank you all a lot! My faithful army of fans are supportvie as usual 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.

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!

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.

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

I can still join right?

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


This post has been edited by Elite viking on February 25, 2005 07:30 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.

This post has been edited by DarknessGlams on February 25, 2005 05:22 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

This post has been edited by Elite viking on February 25, 2005 06:22 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?

This post has been edited by Elite viking on August 08, 2005 07:10 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! 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!

This post has been edited by Till Death Do us Part on February 25, 2005 07:28 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.



This post has been edited by bert on February 25, 2005 08:34 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.

You are hanging on the the missile launcher. BTW, I have an important announcement!
I'll leave the talking to the pic:






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

Let's go call Ripley before it's too late!

yay! tis 1337! n the last 2 bits were really cool

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...

This post has been edited by Elite viking on August 08, 2005 07:14 pm