Bah, I'll wait for a flashy entrance. It's just the anticipation. Someone of your writing skill knows how to introduce chars in flashy styles. So, I can wait

Hello? Am i the only one here? Im waiting for more story and if you dont write more i will eat everyones face and then eat your whoel body.

i lost track of where i was...did i die?

write more story for pete sake im dieing to be put in here

Sorry. I let it die. Sorry.
If you really want I'll dig it up from its grave

YES, least let me come in then die in the same story.

Here it is, the long awaited continuation!



The jeep sped off, laying the labs behind it along with thousands of bodies. No one talked, partly because almost everyone was bandaged beyond recognition and opening their mouths would have cracked up the cuts again, but those without were silent too. A part of them had died. The part, which joked at the way to work, the part that could tell a story in the lunch break, was buried.

They had watched their friends die, ripped to shreds by the dead. Only to get up and shamble towards you, joining the others on their quest for flesh. It was almost as if they begged to be put down once and for all. And that was just what happened. You killed your own friendsif not, they killed you.

Sowhere do we go now? Hunter had finally manned up the courage to talk. His voice cracked. The moment of joy when he was reunited with the other security officer, Nikku, was long gone. All he could think of, was dead faces that wheezed at him, and the ever lasting moan: hunngrrrrr.

Perhaps back to the military ops basetheres lots of armament and supplies, we can stock up and get our wounds treated right, Grey Snake mumbled, opening his mouth as little as possible.

Good idea, which way
Grey Snake suddenly moaned.
Damn, its a top secret hidden base, no one but the pilots really know where it is

Well thats just great. I see no other option than to get into the city

ZombieSlaya looked up.
We could drop by my place, I have lots of equipment but the place is probably not a fortress. We get there, find the equipment we need, and search for someplace easy to defend in the city.

Everyone nodded silently, and Slaya began pointing directions to Hunter.


Bert and Radman walked into the police station. They still had no idea of how they could get out of the place with all the weapons they were planning to get. They would have to improvise.

Come on, wheres the armory Radman mumbled looking for signs. Toilets, Questioning rooms, Detention ah, Armory.

He mentioned for Bert to follow as he started pacing towards the armory.
Radmans hand gripped around the cold doorknob as another policeman began taking interest in them.

Hey, what are you doing?

Radman sighed. It was time for the improvisation.
We, um, were ordered by the chief to check out the weapons. Theres going to be a big hit on a drug league taking place soon and everything has to be right. Youre not really cleared for it, thats probably why you havent known.

The guy wasnt seeming to buy it. He looked like a FNG (Fucking New Guy, phrase first used in Nam), greener than most salads. He probably wanted to be in the action, Protect and Serve and all that...

Well, Im gonna have to check sir. You know, theres an awful lot of armament in there and we wouldnt want anybody to steal it, the kid said, You can just wait here unt-

He never got to finish his sentence.


The man that called himself Taciturn released the grip on his rifle, and let it support itself on the bipod. His left hand went to a pocket on his urban camo, found a loose .50 BMG and loaded it into the chamber of the Barret M82. The other nine rounds left in the magazine had never been used in his four-year-long career, as he chambered new rounds immediately after firing.

He took up the heavy rifle again, and looked trough the scope to check his target again, make sure he was dead. The sight floated over the scene, and he saw people running around screaming, other aiming at imaginary hitmen with their pistols, along with a few trying to revive their fallen co-worker. It was futile, and they knew it. The extremely large rifle round had shot straight through an inch of bulletproof glass, ripped a book to shreds and hit the young police cadet in the forehead, killing instantly.
He could actually see fragments of his skull, in a coating of red, embedded in the wall.

Mission accomplished. His expression was a frown more than a smile, as he dismounted the rifle again and started taking it apart.


You're not in yet Alucard, be patient

This post has been edited by Elite viking on August 08, 2005 06:07 pm

OH EM EFFIN' GEE.

IS THAT ME?!

FANFUCKINGTASTIC!

EDIT: Sorry for being picky, but it's Taciturn! And the barrett? Where'd I get that! I thought I had a scoped MP5k!

This post has been edited by Till Death Do us Part on May 31, 2005 06:01 pm

I allowed meself to edit a little. Barret is your assasination weapon for missions and stuff. It probly gets a little impractical dealing with zombies becuase of the size.
mp5k (Mp5 "Kurtz", means short) is more like a pistol for you. You have some assasin gear, won't mention it all yet.

yay! the 1337 story is back up!

ROFL. Love how you italicized the "C" in Taciturn. Bitch

did i die?

WOOOT least im not dead somehow

Wow, sorry I haven't been paying attention. Great story man. Really.