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Genesis, Death does not wait for it's victims...| Till Death Do us Part |
Posted: February 26, 2005 10:03 pm
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 Real zombie Nemesis  Group: Members Posts: 310 Joined: February 10, 2005  |
1400 HOURS
175 MILES OFF NORTH CAROLINA COAST LOS ANGELES CLASS ATTACK SUBMARINE U.S.S. CHICAGO /INCOMING TRASMISSION/--AUTHORIZING----CLEARED CHANNEL # 99 ---DISPLAYING SOURCE: CLASSIFIED SUBJECT: MISSLE STRIKE AUTHORIZED FROM: PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA TO: ADMIRAL WALSON FILE ATTACHMENT: Cybercon.jpeg [12kb] (SCANNED---NO VIRUS DETECTED) STATUS: STAND BY DISPLAY.exec/ DISPLAY.exec command invalid. Please try again. DISPLAY.exec/MESSAGE/INCOMING(number10289) Application executed. Displaying. Admiral Walson of the U.S.S. Chicago, I have just authorized a missile strike upon the Cybercon building from which this vile outbreak has originated. You have been given clearance to fire ONE BGM-109 Tomahawk Cruise Missile. The coordinates are attached to this message. Before you fire the missile, wait for a briefing on the current situation. END MESSAGE. DISPLAY.exec/ PROGRAM TERMINATED UNABLE TO TRACE (PORT 267 BLOCKED ON HOST COMPUTER, PROTOCAL L589, COMPUTER NUMBER 1) /INCOMING TRANSMISSION/--AUTHORIZING----CLEARED CHANNEL # 46 ---DISPLAYING SOURCE: CLASSIFIED SUBJECT: BRIEFING FROM: LOGISTICS AND SCIENTIFIC OPERATIONS CENTER: EMPLOYEE GREGORY MILLS TO: ADMIRAL WALSON FILE ATTACHMENT: NONE (VIRUS SCAN NON-APPLICABLE) STATUS: STAND BY DISPLAY.exec/MESSAGE/INCOMING(number10290) Application executed. Displaying. Admiral, here is your current sitrep: Roughly 14 hours ago, an outbreak of a level 4 virus (level 4 meaning that this is one of the hottest virus around. This virus is transmitted by blood, saliva, mucous, and/or any other bodily fluids or tissues. Direct contact with an open wound is necessary for infection. Skin contact is an invalid route of the infection) was detected and reported to the President. The public has been warned, and mass panic has been reported all across the nation. Roughly 20 percent of the U.S.A.s population has been infected, with the number climbing. The virus, hereby known as PJD41805 (the initials of the first victim, along with the month, date, and year), is a filovirus, a unique field of viruses that resemble string like pieces. Our research indicates that this virus is closely related to the Ebola and Marburg strains. Each test subject used by Cybercon was reported to have extremely heavy hemorrhaging, bleeding throughout every orifice of the body. The tissues of the body soften, and the bones become very brittle. The most serious strain of Ebola, known as Ebola Zaire, has a mortality rate of 90%. PJD41805 has a mortality rate of 100%. No one has yet been reported to survive an infection. What makes this different from Ebola, however, is the way it attacks the membranes (skin and such) and the nervous system. After the victims tissues have been jellified, the virus switches a type of coding and proceeds to attack the nervous system, leaving the membranes as they are after infecting: weak, flabby, and jelly-like. The bones also stay very brittle. After the attack on the membranes, the virus proceeds to bombard the nervous system of its host. There are over 24 unique proteins in a single virus cell. Only 4 have been identified, the rest are unknown. Each protein has a specific role. Of the four we have identified, 2 attack the membranes, 1 attacks the nervous system, and one attacks the bones. Of the 20 remaining, we do not know how they aid in the virus replication. There is a systematic approach on the victim after infection. On the outer layer, the proteins that attack the membranes are released. After the membranes have been destroyed or partially destroyed, the next level of proteins attacks the bones. After that, the next level unleashes the proteins that attack the nervous system. Each protein, although they seem the same from our studies, attacks a different part of the brain, then travel down the spinal cord. The victim will develop a hunched posture. Strangely enough, the proteins that attack the nervous system actually strengthen the spinal column, perhaps to prevent severing of the spine from the brain, as our scientists have theorized. The motor skills of the victim are retained so the virus can make its way around, in an effort to infect other potential hosts. However, almost all other functions and instincts are lost. The virus blocks out the primal instinct to reproduce, so the victim is no longer able to become aroused. Pain is also blocked out, but only to an extent. Every life form needs to know when something is too difficult to obtain, and this virus is no different. The most interesting thing, however, is that the virus increases some of the other instincts. How it does this, we do not know. The most powerful one is hunger. In order for its host to survive, the host must eat and it must breathe. For some strange reason, liquids are not needed to survive, once infected. The most disturbing thing about this increase in hunger, is that the hunger only appears when a viable meal is present. When I say meal, I mean another host that can potentially harbor the virus. Through rapid evolutions, the virus has recognized that some foods are not capable or harboring any virus, and has moved on to life forms that meet 3 simple criteria: -Life form has a brain -Life form has the ability to move and breathe -Life form has the ability to eat We know why the virus needs all 3, but I surmise that you can figure it out. Anyway, when attacking the brain, the pituitary gland is, in rare cases, enlarged and forced to pump out more hormones. Perhaps this is an effort to make the hosts stronger and more adept at finding meals. I presume you know what meal refers to, so I will not go into that. For some strange reason, there are no proteins that attack the heart. The heart seems to react on its own, slowing down and secretive a strange black substance that hardens the blood, making it thicker and it coagulates faster. If any blood escapes from the body, a scab quickly forms, and the lost blood becomes encrusted with the black substance. There is no logical explanation for this, but the only thing we can think of is that the human body knows this virus and has developed its own defense method without us ever knowing, or the heart reacts in a negative way, aiding the virus in replication. We do not know for sure. For know, that is all we know. If you are wondering about anything else about the PJD41805 virus, give me an e-mail message, and I will get right back to you. Now that you have been briefed, I have understanding that you can fire the missile. I do have a little advice on the targeting, though. The president has already given you coordinates, but if I may make a suggestion: The virus is housed and is currently replicating in Building 5, Workstation 14. The test animals there should be close to dying, and no new hosts have entered the vicinity, so the virus should be dying off in that particular area. However, we have no data how long it lasts in humans My suggestion is that you target Building 5, Workstation 14. This way, the test animals will be eliminated, and the virus will hopefully be eradicated from that area. Good day to you Admiral, and good luck. END MESSAGE. DISPLAY.exec/ PROGRAM TERMINATED UNABLE TO TRACE (PORT 267 BLOCKED ON HOST COMPUTER, PROTOCAL L589, COMPUTER NUMBER 24) _OPEN FILE: Cybercon.jpeg [12kb] FILE STATUS: CLEAN Opening ERROR: File type is incompatible with the operating system. Please convert the file, and try again. _EDIT (FILE: Cybercon.jpeg) PROGRAMCONVERSION.exec// Running FILE: Cybercon.jpeg DETECTED Would you like to convert the detected file? (Y/N) _Y CONVERSION PROCESS RUNNING. PLEASE WAIT Conversion complete. File is now compatible with the current operating system. Some pieces of information may have been lost, but the file overall is intact and readable. PROGRAMCONVERSION.exec//close. PROGRAM TERMINATED. _OPEN FILE: Cybercon.bmp [12kb] FILE CORRUPTION! DISPLAY ANYWAY (Y/N) _Y FILE LOST: INITIATE MANUAL SALVAGE (Y/N) _Searching BMP FILE ---- STATUS: LOST CYBERCON.BMP ---- STATUS: LOST Recovered Files and/or Items: COORDINATES: STATUS: RECOVERED File Type: .doc OPEN? (Y/N) _Y _Opening DISPLAYING RECOVERED FILE: COORDINATES.doc COORDINATES DOWNLOADED AND SAVED ---------- Credit is given where credit is due! I got the whole computer idea from your story viking. I thought it was pretty kick ass, and I also thought "Hey! What a great way to explain a whole crapload of stuff!" I know there are questions left unanswered in the chapter, but bear with me!  -------------------- |
  
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| Elite viking |
Posted: February 26, 2005 10:14 pm
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 Veteran Lord Carnage Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 2471 Joined: December 16, 2004 |
Thanks for the credit
 I like the slight feeling of some answers ont answered, you know? The USA is still in shock, no one knows a lot about this virus, so it makes sense all of it. Soo... now they really have to just carpet bomb USA 'til they hit the right place? |
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| Till Death Do us Part |
Posted: February 27, 2005 07:05 pm
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Real zombie Nemesis Group: Members Posts: 310 Joined: February 10, 2005 |
INITIATE MISSILE LAUNCH SEQUENCE TARGETINGSYSTEM.exec.//PROGRAM EXECUTION ACTIVATED. MISSILE LOCKS REMOVED. MISSILE LAUNCH PREP UNDERWAY. STAND BY PREP COMPLETE. CONTINUE? (Y/N) _Y HATCHES OPEN. MOVING BGM-109 TOMAHAWK CRUISE MISSILE INTO POSITION. PLEASE WAIT... COMPLETE. CONTINUE? (Y/N) _Y INITIATE MISSILE LAUNCH. COUNTDOWN INITIATED: T-MINUS 15 SECONDS FAILSAFE ACTIVATED. PRESS THE N KEY AT ANY TIME TO STOP THE LAUNCH. T-MINUS 10 SECONDS ALL HANDS, BRACE FOR LAUNCH. T-MINUS 5 SECONDS 4 3 2 1 LAUNCH. FAILSAFE ABORTED. MISSILE AWAY. --------- From the shore, a wandering creature wobbled as the ground beneath it shook ferociously. It looked out to the horizon, and saw a blazing light traveling into the sky. The long, cylindrical object bolted into the sky, and roared over head, eliciting a moan from the watching zombie. Other moans far off answered its cry. -------- A short chapter, but I wasn't going to let you guys get away with NOT seeing the missile launch, was I? I think not, foos. An Viking, your cameo is coming up...not sure if it's so much a cameo, but more like an important mention of your name. -------------------- |
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| Till Death Do us Part |
Posted: March 02, 2005 07:18 pm
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Real zombie Nemesis Group: Members Posts: 310 Joined: February 10, 2005 |
Hasvte reached the spot where the unknown blip had disappeared. The civilians were still behind him, still gripping the rifles that their lives depended on so much.
On the ground in fron of them was a gruesome sight. Another human. He was obviously attacked, so he probably wasnt infected. An arm lay about 15 feet from the body. And a leg was the same distance away in the other direction. He had been ripped apart. Next to the fallen man, a gleaming silver case sat on its side. Blood was spattered over some parts of it, but it was red, and normal looking. None of it had become black and encrusted like the blood of the creatures. He picked it up, and shook it around. He heard a faint whirr-click-click inside of the case. He decided it was too light to be a bomb, and too heavy to just be a bunch of papers, not to mention the sound coming from inside. What puzzled Hasvte most was the fact that Hallerton had mentioned the disappearance of 2 enemy readings. The man had a Beretta 9mm next to him, and there were 6 spent shells. Hasvte picked one up. It was still hot. He looked around but saw no mutated bodies of the creatures. All he saw was the man, a leg, an arm, and a few large blood splatters. No dead zombies. Hasvte became nervous. Suddenly, a great commotion came from his walkie. He unhooked it, and hailed Hallerton, who, judging from the noise, was screaming hysterically. Hallerton! Hallerton! Holy shit sir, you have a shitload of enemy contacts closing on your position! Theyre moving fast, too! Whats their distance?! Hasvte looked around, panicking at the thought that just out of his sight, a group of creatures was closing in on him and his volunteers. 40 meters and closing sir! TheirHoly shit! Now their 30 meters and closing! How the hell is that possible Hallerton?! How?! I dont know sir! TheirSir! Theyre closer! Get the fuck out of their! Now! Hasvte clicked off his walkie, and turned to his volunteer surviviors. We need to go. Fast. The civilians looked about, and began to get the shakes. But they inched closer to Hasvte. W-W-Whats w-wrong? The man began to shiver, but the woman remained surprisely calm for a civilian. Nothings wrong. We just need to leave really fast. I mean, really fast. We need to head back to he was interrupted by a sound that was brand new to him: A high pitched screeching that made his ears ring. Hasvte gritted his teeth in an effort to dull the pain. A little ways away, a large group of the creatues was quickly rushing towards them. Quickly was an understatement. Some of them were actually running. Hasvte began to feel afraid. This is not what he was trained for. One of the new creatures let out another ear-piercing screech, and increased its speed. It was galloping along on all fours, mouth open, ready to take the first bloody bite of a new meal. Red saliva, mixed with blood, dribbled from its mouth as it rushed at full speed. The eyes sat far back in the head, and the pupils were almost non-existent. The nose cavities were enlarged tremendoulsy. The creature up front, the one galloping faster than all of the others, widened its mouth to a ridiculous size. It let out another screech, but a 7.62 bullet took its jaw off, and the screech was cut short. It kept galloping towards them, but another round directly impacted the middle of the forehead, and the creatures brain stopped fucntioning, no longer of any use to the virus that drove it. The lifeless body tripped over its legs, and tumbled to the ground. Blood poured out of the body in obscene amounts. It hardened, and turned to black crust, just like the others. The other creatures slowed down to examine the fallen one, and let out yet another new sound: A very low, haunting, and extremely disturbing howl. Hasvte began to shake also. Then, he saw a familiar sight. In the midst of the creatures, a face that he knew poked its head out over the crowd. Its neck was disgustingly long, and wobbled as it looked around. It screeched when its eyes rested on Hasvte and his volunteers. Not out of recognition, but out of hunger. Pure, unsatiated hunger. It was Setts. Hasvte began shaking even more, but his fear was replaced with rage. He wasted no time with dwelling on his emotions, but his AK let the creatures know how he felt. Then, the two civilians behind him opened fire, and a mixed hail of 5.56 and 7.62 ammunition began to shred apart their rotting bodies, despite their hardened, leathery skin. --------- Whats happening?! How are they holding up?! Not good. Enemy contacts are disappearing like flies, but they keep coming. Theres too many. Hallerton was fixated upon his tracker, and would not lift his head from the screen. Well, how far are they from here? Can we go help?! No, theyrewaitwhat the fuck is that?! --------- Im out! Hasvte dropped the last clip, and it hit the ground with a hollow clank. Me too! The woman let her last clip fall also. Im also out! What now?! The man dropped his gun, and began to walk backwards. Hasvte sat down, not prepared to accept his fate. Between life and death, forever stuck in a body that you cannot use. You become a virus. The virus becomes your body. A tear fell from the corner of his eye. He did not want to go like this. Not like how Setts had gone. Hasvte quietly prayed to himself. But over the screeching and howling of the oncoming beasts, he heard a sound that filled him with an insurmountable amount of happiness and relief. It was the soft whump-whump-whump of rotors. A black Osprey helicopter, with the emblem of the U.S. Navy emblazened on its side, appeared out of nowhere, and opened fire. The 5.56 miniguns on the front of the chopper blazed, and within seconds, the ground beneath it was littered with spent shells. Bullets cut through the air, killing the things left and right. The chain of endless ammuntion kept feeding the monstrous weapon, and would not stop. Hasvte jumped to his feet! And let out a hoo-fuckin-yah! as the chopper continued to spray death on the rotting zombies. The civilians had stopped shaking, but actually began to smile. The miniguns, barrels still hot and spinning, turned towards the last creature left standing. It howled and moaned. It would not be denied of a fresh meal. Not when it was so close. It charged at Hasvte, faster than anyone had ever seen, and was upon him in seconds. Hasvte lifted his AK, but was too late. The creature opened wide, and dug its teeth into the flesh on Hasvtes arm. Blood squirted out, and Hasvte howled in pain. Unbelievable pain. But just as soon as the creature sunk its teeth into his arm, the butt of an M16 connected with its face, and crushed the whole side of its head. It toppled off of its meal to regain its balance, but was thrown off again when another blow connected the the back. The woman was ferociously beating the rotten body, which was so brittle and soft, she had no problem whatsoever. In fact, between the thoughts of infection, Hasvte began to think that she must have had some sort of career that required large amounts fo strength. She smashed it in again and again, each blow smashing in a new dent, or deepening one that was already made. After numerous beatings and hits, the creature finally stopped struggling, and fell onto the ground, bleeding out its black blood, which hardened and became encrusted. Then, her attention immediately turned to Hasvte. She raised her rifle level to Hasvtes head. Do it. He was not afraid. He refused to become one of those things. The chopper landed, but it was all done for him. He said it again: Do it! The woman cringed, but pulled the trigger. Click. Godammit! Youre out! Apparently, in the excitement, both had forgotten that she, the man, and Hasvte were empty. By now, though, 3 men in black jumpsuits filed out of the chopper, and grabbed Hasvte and his volunteers. One of them also made sure to grab the case that Hasvte had discovered. --------- Inside the chopper, all eyes were turned on Hasvte, who was now sweating profusely. His teeth were gritted, and blood kept dribbling from his arm. Nothing matters to him now. All he wanted to do was jump from the chopper. He simply would not become one of those things. One of the men in black jumpsuits opened the case, and breathed a sigh of relief. The whirr-click-click was still going, and Hasvte saw what it was. Inside the case, a vial of red serum was swishing around, the liquid inside sloshing with each shake. It was very fluid, and didnt stick to the sides of the vial at all. Next to the vial were 5 syringes, each one with a needle that seemed to Hasvte at least 8 inches long. The man grabbed a syringe, and inserted the needles tip into a rubber barrier the led to the serum. He drew out a large amount of the crimson colored liquid, which reminded Hasvte of blood. Human blood, though. Before Hasvte could react, the man lunged forth, and plunged the needle right into the bite, where just moments ago a creature sunk its teeth. The serum was ejected from the syringe, and rushed into Hasvtes bloodstream. Inside, black pieces of blood and destroyed tissue was obliterated. The serum then rushed to the brain, and eliminated the hold that the virus had gained. Virus paritcles were being eradicated all over his body, but the virus fought back. Blood clots began to form. The virus would not let a failed infectee live. This was a failsafe. However, the virus attempt was in vain. The life-saving injection dissolved the blood clots, and then surrounded the heart, which was now pumping blood furiously. Hasvte stopped sweating, and somehow, he felt that the serum was working. Blood was leaking out of the wound on his arm. It turned black, but did not become crusty. This was the virus itself. It was searching for another suitable host. The man, the one who had injected the serum, grabbed another syringe and drew the black blood into it. Effectivley ridding Hasvtes body of the last remnants of the virus. Then, the man, who Hasvte noticed had a dogtag, grabbed another object, but this time, it looked high-tech. Sort of like the tracker that Hallerton always carries around. You Hasvte breathed heavily, and beckoned for the man that had saved his life. He took notice, and leaned closer. Hasvte grabbed the tags hanging from his chest pocket. TusevRoger Tusev Hasvte stared at the dogtag for a moment, and then, using his good arm, pulled himself forward, and grabbed Tusev into a montrous bear hug. Tusev smiled. I fucking owe you. Would a beer do it? It would seem that even though he had lost many members of his squad, Hasvte still continued to make new friends. You have no idea. Tusev attached some white tape to the bite wound, and began running diagnostics. Well? Whats that? Youre clean. The cure works. Hasvte grabbed the gadget from Tusevs hands. On the screen, a flashing 0% caught his eye. He didnt know what it meant, but hell, Tusev said he was clean. Hasvte let out a hearty laugh. Tusev continued to test the civilians for infection. Then Hasvte remembered something. Hey, Tusev. Whats the carry load for this bird? Tusev spoke, but didnt stop running tests on the civilians. About 15 people, not including the operators. Ill make it two beers if you can do me a favor --------- Back with the civilians, Hallerton and Kason were both glued to the screen. The unknown blip was now carrying Hasvtes signal. They feared the worst. Maybe the things are carrying his body Shut upcmon, lets get packing. Theyre gone. Hallerton sighed in defeat, but Kason shushed him. What? What is it? Hallerton raised his rifle. Shut up! I cant hear it Whump, whump, whump. Wait, hear it too Whump, whump, whump. A black osprey appeared from the east, and landed in a nearby clearing. Dust was kicked up, and the remaining civilians and marines shielded their eyes. Out of the dust, Hasvte appeared, with a bandage over his arm. He went to hug Hallerton, who was in disbelief. He then reached for Kason. Kason backed away, and raised his rifle. Whatwhats the matter? Put the gun away, Im all right! but Kason would have none of it. He switched the safety off, then motioned towards the wound on his arm. Oh, that? Its fine! These guys patched me up! Theyve got a cure! A fucking cure! ------- Your mentioned next chappy, Viking! -------------------- |
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| Reilash |
Posted: March 02, 2005 08:28 pm
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Just another Survivor Group: Members Posts: 16 Joined: December 19, 2004 |
I've been reading this for a while, and I have to say, it's good. Descriptions are great, and interaction even better. It's a great pleasure to read, and I'm hoping for more. Keep it up.
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| Elite viking |
Posted: March 02, 2005 08:57 pm
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Veteran Lord Carnage Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 2471 Joined: December 16, 2004 |
Real good part. Only thing is that I wish for, is that you hold on to the excitement a few more moments.
When the virus has a fail safe trigger, you could do a whole paragraph about Hasvte having pains all over and that sort of thing. Apart from that, very very good. I was like "oh no, Hasvte is going to die! Oh noes!", and then "Phew, he's alive... " Great work. |
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| Till Death Do us Part |
Posted: March 02, 2005 10:22 pm
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Real zombie Nemesis Group: Members Posts: 310 Joined: February 10, 2005 |
kick ass. This is what I've been going for. A gripping story, and from what you said, viking, I seem to be achieving that goal.
And reilash, thank you very much for the comment. You have no idea how great it is to me to see the phrase "...a great pleasure to read...". I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU BOTH. -------------------- |
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| Elite viking |
Posted: March 02, 2005 10:39 pm
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To qoute Bert:
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| Till Death Do us Part |
Posted: March 03, 2005 02:06 pm
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Indeedly-doo, my friend. Indeedly-dooo...... -------------------- |
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| Till Death Do us Part |
Posted: March 03, 2005 02:35 pm
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This is Elite Viking, over. Requesting orders. A squadron of F117 Stealth Bombers streaked across the gray morning sky, leaving contrails with every twist and turn. Named for the heroic marine Henrik Gregson, he saved his whole squad at the cost of his own life. He volunteered to go back and seal the doors of an infested building. He took with him a single grenade, and took the whole buidling out. Later, military forensics discovered that he had used the grenade to destroy a fuel depot. The fuel was extremely reactive. Luckily, he was killed instantly. He was vaporized, yet forever immortalized as a hero.
Roger, this is the U.S.S. Ronald Reagan. Stand by Roger, standing by. The bombers banked left, in order to stay within radio range until they aqcuired their objectives. Elite Viking One, here are your objectives: You and your team are to do a flyby survey of the Cybercon building located at these coordinates, A string of numbers followed. Be careful. Materials inside may still be reactive and may blow. Keep a safe distance. What happened? Cruise missile was launched from the U.S.S. Chicago. You are checking to see if the target was destroyed. Roger, and if it wasnt? What do you think the bombs on your plane are for, commander? The pilot could hear an obvious smile in the radio controllers voice. The pilot smiled to himself. Roger that. Upon arrival, do we have clearance to go hot? No, you must wait for confirmation from command. Radio transmits will be relayed from us to the closer U.S.S. Chicago. After you are out of our range, your orders and messages will be given and relayed to you by the Chicago. Roger, this is Eite Viking One. Going cold. Roger that, Elite Viking. Good luck. The pilot switched off the channel, and focused his mind on his objective. His squadmates felt the utmost devotion to him, for one simple reason: This was the son of Henrick Gregson. The jet black bombers, the ghosts of the sky, continued out of range, and were en route to the Cybercon installation. The source of the outbreak. ------------ A short chapter, but I wanted to introduce this character. Trust me, he will become important in the story. How's that, Viking?  This post has been edited by Till Death Do us Part on March 03, 2005 02:36 pm -------------------- |
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| Elite viking |
Posted: March 03, 2005 02:48 pm
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Veteran Lord Carnage Group: Old BB:S Betatesters Posts: 2471 Joined: December 16, 2004 |
Thanks a lot mate. I'll introduce you in my story, you be sure
 But it might be one or two days, cos I have three tests tomorrow and two pares due to monday  This post has been edited by Elite viking on March 03, 2005 03:01 pm |
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| Till Death Do us Part |
Posted: March 03, 2005 06:52 pm
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Real zombie Nemesis Group: Members Posts: 310 Joined: February 10, 2005 |
Bah, don't rush yourself. Chapters always suck when they're rushed. That's why(in my opinion at least) some of my chapters suck. However, you seem to like them
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| Till Death Do us Part |
Posted: March 04, 2005 07:34 pm
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Where are we going? Kason caught the attention of Tusev.
En route to the U.S.S. Ronald Reagan. Youll be briefed there. What about the civilians? Full diagnostic tests will be run on them. If theyre clean, shelter will be provided on the ship. Kason nodded in approval, but then his face turned grim. And if some are infected? They are killed, and thrown over. Tusev said this with no emotion, but he obviously didnt approve either. Still, he didnt want to be one of those things. Better to throw them off than keep them on the ship. Although he did wonder if they could use the cure Kason sat back, and tried to take a nap. Hasvte called to Tusev. Hasvtes teeth were gritted. Something was wrong. TuTusev He groaned in agony. Something was very wrong. Tusev told the co-pilot to take the controls, and rushed back to Hasvtes side. Kason also awoke. Hallerton was still fast asleep, as were most of the civilians. Whats wrong? Wheres it hurt? Hasvte pointed to his arm, and Tusev feared the worst. The cure wasnt working. Shit! UhYou! Kason! Give me the case! Kason hesitated. Now! Kason snapped back to reality, and snatched the case, sliding it to Tusev. Can you still see me? What do I look like? What about my brother? Hasvte groaned again, but managed to answer through his gritted teeth. You look fineyou dont have a brotherbut godamn! It hurts! Hasvte threw his head back, and yelled. The pain was intense. Tusev grabbed another syringe, and filled it with the crimson liquid. He jabbed it into Hasvtes arm, and waited for it to take effect. Nothing happened. No, nono! This isnt supposed to happen, the cure should work! Hasvte! Hasvte, stay with me! What do I look like now?! BlurryIm nauseous Hasvte began to shake. He was shivering. Hasvte?! No, Hasvte?! Stay here! Im right in front of you! Can you still see me?! Im right here, look at me! But he couldnt. Hasvte was slowly slipping into oblivion. He blacked out with Tusev, Kason, and Hallerton still fresh in his mind. ------- U.S.S. Ronald Reagan, This is Malachi, do you copy? Roger, signal is up. Whats your business, Malachi? We have survivors onboard. Requesting to land. A pause. Request granted. Proceed with proper procedures. The black osprey hovered above the deck of the aircraft carrier, sea spray going everywhere. A man in an orange suit came with the signal sticks. He directed the chopper to a Helipad. The osprey landed, the whump-whump of its rotors slowly dying and finally being overcome by the sound of the ocean. A group of men in yellow jackets filed towards the chopper, and directed the survivors onto the deck, and towards the infirmary. One man, who was on a stretcher, caught their eye, and the became very suspicous of him. Tusev, Kason, and Hallerton stepped out last. Strangely enough, another sound overcame the ocean. It was applause. Kason and Hallerton looked up, and saw a crowd of Navy personnel standing there, clapping their hands raw. Whatd we do? Kason spoke just loud enough so only Hallerton could hear him. All three of them were smiling and waving. Hell if I know. Hallerton stepped aside, and gave a little bow to Tusev, at which the clapping got louder. Bah, it wasnt for us. Kason said, and Hallerton let out a little chukle. Before they knew it, however, both of them were grabbed by the scruff of their uniforms, and Tusev pulled them to his side, a huge grin played across his face.. The clapping was louder than ever. But then something else happened. A message came over the ship intercom. The calpping stopped instantly, and everyone waited, holding their breath. Something was about to go down. Something big. A beep signaled an incoming transmission. A crackly voice came through. U.S.S. Ronald Reagan, This is the U.S.S. Chicago. We have a message from the Elite Viking Squad. Well patch you through. Another beep. No one was breathing. It was so quiet, you could hear a drop of water hit the deck. This is Elite Viking One, over. The radio operator of the Ronald Reagan spoke next. We copy, the whole sip is waiting for an answer. Results? A pause. Not a single person even blinked. The crackling voice of Elite Viking One came again, and he sounded satisfied. Elite Viking, reporting. Cybercon Facility confirmed destroyed. Theres not a trace left. The surrounding area is obliterated. The whole ship erupted into cheers and hugs and pats on the back. Every face on the ship, above and below deck, was beaming. Now, the only thing left was to eliminate the infected population. Then, things took a turn for the worse. U.S.S. George Washington, Do you copy? Report status! Up in the control tower, a green blinking light suddenly went red, then faded. Washington! Do you copy?! Nothing but static. The whole ship was quiet again. Contact lost The grim words of the operator resonated throughout the hearts and minds of the crew. Elite Viking One, do you still read? Roger, Reagan. Orders? We just lost contact with the U.S.S. George Washington. Wed appreciate it if you did a flyby where it was last reported. Where would that be? At the time of lost contact, it was about 5 miles from the coast of Long Island, New York. Wed like you to check the surrounding area too. Roger that, Reagan. The intercom clicked off, but the ship was still silent. People were half-heartedly hugging others, but underneath it all, no one was happy. Amidst the excitement, Tusev, Hallerton, and kason had slipped away to the infirmary in order to check on Hasvte. --------- Hasvte? Hasvte, can you hear me? Kason gently shook Hasvte, who was barely awake and very groggy, but still awake. Quit shakingyoure giving me a headache Hasvte replied weakly. He voice was weazy. What was the matter? Tusev came to the other side of the bed, along with Hallerton. Hasvte looked sulen again. Im infected At this, they all backed up one or two steps. Hasvte, who had gone through so much, was becoming one of the creatures. Why hadnt he been killed yet? Are you sure? Hasvte nodded. A doctor stepped into the room, his face buried in papers and diagnostics. He loked up and was surprised to see the visitors. Is this man a friend of yours? All 3 of them nodded. Hows he doing? Hell be fine. Apparently, he just got a fever from an infection. It seems that his wound wasnt cleaned properly. The doctor adjusted something, then walked out. Hasvte cleared his throat, and spoke in a very healthy tone. Gotcha. This post has been edited by Till Death Do us Part on March 04, 2005 07:35 pm -------------------- |
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| Reilash |
Posted: March 05, 2005 09:53 am
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Just another Survivor Group: Members Posts: 16 Joined: December 19, 2004 |
Still excellent, I love how the character traits and personalities are showing through, the most important thing to have beside a plot. About the earlier post made, you're welcome, doubly so since you actually spelled my name correctly. You have no idea how many times it has been misspelled, I won't even get into pronunciation. Anyhow, getting off the topic. Your story is great so far, and you seem to post healthy amounts without stressing yourself. Yet again I have to say, a pleasure to read, and keep going.
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| Till Death Do us Part |
Posted: March 07, 2005 02:18 pm
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Real zombie Nemesis Group: Members Posts: 310 Joined: February 10, 2005 |
Glee!
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