Mic pleace change your story. Demon Hunter??? No.. No Mic no...

Caitlen Florance

Cait opened her eyes. Her head hurt... alot... She moaned and got up and saw something shiny in the alley. Cait walked toward it and saw it was Mr. Mason's gun... She picked it up and put it in her jammie's pocket.

"Just in case..." She whispered.

Cait heard a noise by the burning car. She looked toward it and saw a man by it. It was another one of the men!!! Cait panicked and withdrew her gun. She fired twice at him - and missed.

"Don't shoot!!!!!" Nick cried.

"Nick??? What???...." Cait ran toward him and started crying at his feet.

"What happened hewre Cait? Mr. Mason... your mom...."Nick asked.

Before Cait could answer a door opened down the alley way and a black man holding a shotgun appeared.

"Get in here!!!!!"The man asked. "HURRY MORE OF THOSE BASTARDS ARE COMING!!!!"

Cait and Nick turned around and saw that the man was right. Five men were stubling toward them. They both ran to the door the man came out of.

Weapons - Revolver(x4)
Items - None

Caitlen Florance

"What the hell are those things out there? I feel like im stuck in some George Romero movie ...." Nick asked.

"Okay... this may sound crazy... But I think theyre zombies..." The black man answered.

"ZOMBIES!!??? There are no such thing as zombies!!!" Cait screamed.

"Well tell that to those fuckers outside," he replied. "If were gonna survive this were gonna need weapons. LARS GET IN HERE!!!"

A tall skinny white man came appeared at one of the door ways.

"Yeah Rick?" He asked.

"Bring out some guns for our friends here," Rick commanded. "A cop was distributing pistols to citizens to defend a roadblock a few hours ago. As soon as the zombies attacked me and Lars jumped in the weapons van and took off. We only have three guns left so don't get greedy now!"

Nick came out holding three guns. There was a handgun, uzi, and flamethrower.
Cait picked up the handgun. I don't like heavy things she said blushing.

Nick picked the...(SAY WHAT YOU CHOSE IN YOUR NEXT POST).

"Okay," Lars said i'll take the -----."

Just as Lars finished his sentance they heard a crash from the backdoor.

"OH SHIT I FORGOT TO BOLT THE BACK DOOR!!!!! EVERYBODY GET UPSTAIRS!!! Rick shouted loading his shotgun up.

Weapons - Revovler(x4) - 9mm Berreta(x30)

Items - None

Alex Keyes

I reached the police station, Rover at my side. The dog had managed to sniff out some interesting things - a whole pack of dead people, a stash of drugs hidden under a sewer grate, and some glass bottles stacked next to a car, filled with petrol and stoppered with rags. I had slipped them into my jacket, thinking that they might be useful later on.

The door was hanging off its hinges, as if something had knocked it down with their bare hands. The blood on the door made me think that this was definitely the case. "Hmm..." I murmured, checking my pistol was loaded. Satisfied, I walked inside.

There were dead people littering the floor, many of them in police uniforms. I saw a police officer was impailed on a flagpole next to the main desk, and his blood had been smeared across the Stars and Stripes. Tentatively, I checked for a pulse. Thankfully, there wasn't one - I didn't want to have to put the poor guy out of his misery.

Rover started growling. I turned, and saw a few dead officers staggering towards me. I didn't hesitate to shoot them down. "Christ, this town is bad," I murmured, making my way to the door they had come through.

Before I could reach it, a bloodstained, unkempt officer in torn clothing rushed through, and grabbed the front of my shirt. "They're everywhere!" he shouted at me, shaking me as I tried instinctively to get a decent aim on his head. "They're all after me, oh, yes, they're all after me, they want me dead..."

"Who?" I asked. "Who wants you dead?"

"The other officers, man. They all want to kill me. They already tried - I had to...I had to...pound in the heads of my superiors with my truncheon...they didn't live...how could they, with their brains hanging out of their head..."

"Is there anyone else alive?" I could sense that this guy was on the very edge of sanity, if he hadn't already taken a flying leap into the abyss of madness. I had to get as many answers as I could.

"No one else...no one else...Jackson shot himself, Bill got eaten, everyone's dead, man, EVERYONE'S DEAD!"

He stopped to catch his breath. I saw a large amount of blood on his neck. "What's with all the blood there?" I asked him.

"This?" The officer let go momentarily to point at the blood on his neck. "This is where Deputy Chief Roberts tried to take a chunk out of my neck. I told you I was too good for them. I showed them that I couldn't be taken out."

I looked closer. "Was there something...strange...about Deputy Chief Roberts?" I asked him, seeing the bite wound.

"Of course there was, you idiot," he said coldly, seeming to be in control of himself for the first time in our conversation. "He was dead. They're all dead, you fool, can't you see? Look around you, pal. I'm all that's left in this place. And I will soon follow my friends to a better place...away from here..."

I pushed him away, and raised my pistol. "What's that meant to mean?" I asked. I didn't want to play the councillor-type guy anymore. This had got to be a lot more frightening than just a guy driven crazy by the sight of death.

"It means that I will die, and I will no longer be responsible for my body's actions, on account of it wishing to roam the streets and eat flesh." His eyes went wild again. "No! I can't die! I'll meet the others again, and they'll try to kill me again!" He threw himself at my feet. "Please don't let me die!" he sobbed.

I looked down at him, his bloodstained, unkempt form trembling in terror. "There's nothing I can do for you," I said, "except ease your suffering."

The officer suddenly gagged, and threw himself onto his back. My gun was aimed at his head, as he writhed on the floor in some sort of fit. He screamed, obviously in terrible pain. "I'm sorry," I said, and pulled the trigger.

The single gunshot echoed throughout the station for some time. I lowered my gun, and checked the man for a pulse.

Nothing. He was definitely dead.

Rover barked to me. I turned to him. "Where's the armoury?" I asked him, thinking how stupid I would sound, talking to a dog.

Surprisingly, the dog led me down a corridor, and to a door with a keypad. I saw that I'd need a code and a card to get in. This problem was dealt with by me smashing the butt of my pistol into the keypad, and pulling the door open with all my strength.

I looked inside at row upon row of weapons. I grinned to myself.

"Now we're talking."

This post has been edited by Keyes on August 01, 2005 05:13 pm

John Akan

I did a barrel roll in front of the zombies and killed 1. Only one.
Reloading sucks.

They're 4 meters away from me. And a wall is behind me. Great.

3 meters. I'm getting up.
2 meters. I begin to reload and back off the wall.
1 meter. Boom. The 2 leading zombies flied due to the power of my guns. I was aiming for the head, almost point blank. Instant death... well re-death. 2 other bullets flied, one in a zombie's head. the other missed. 2 zombies were left and tried to catch me. I side-rolled out of their way and fired again. The bullets cut off an arm from a zombie and killed the other.

"Go to hell."

I unloaded the clips on the last one. 8 bullets. The zombie was cut in half.

The survivor was watching the whole scene.
"Are you ok dude ?"
"Yes, thanks to you. But... What's your name, and what are you doing here ?"
"Call me john. And I can't tell you what I'm doing here. By the way how should I call you ?"
"Call me frank."
"ok... well, before seeing you and your fans I was heading to the R.P.D... wanna come with me ? We should find living people there, and if not, at least guns."
"Well let's go then.

LonWolf
Uzi
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They darted up the stairs, Cait was the first one in, folowed by me and then Rick and Lars Came in and threw two dead bolts acroos the door to the upper half of the house. He then took out a key and locked the door. I looked the to left and right, there was a door on eachside. At the end of the hallway, there was a door and then another door to the right of that door.

"Alright.. Lets check out theese rooms..." Said Rick.

"You two take the rooms at the end of the hall, Me and Rick will take these 2" Siad Lars.

"Alright" I shakingly said as I cocked my uzi. Cait and I walked to the end of the hall.

"Door Number One Or Door number Two" Said Cait as she imitated one of the game show ladies.

"Um... one..." I said.

Cait kicked down the door right in front of us... a Bathroom. Empty.

I Kicked down the door to the right, Also Clear, Except this was a sort of Attic. It had some old pictures... some bed frames, tools, Spare Wood And such. There was one of thoose pull down ladders on the ceiling. Cait pulled it down And it almost hit me on my head.

"Oops... sorry" She Smiled

I Smung around and Walked up the ladder, I hit the light switch. I saw a Remington Safe in the corner. And some Black Glass and steel contianers. And a foot locker.

The lights were dim, So I took out my zippo and lit it. I walked up the ladder completely and then helped Cait up.

"Whoa..." Said Cait.

We walked over to the Safe, Which I recogizided as a Gun Safe.

"A gun Safe..." I whispered. I unlached the laches and turned the handle about 4 complete rotations And pulled it open. In side was A M1 Garand, a Kar 98, A 12 Gauge shotgun, A Springfield 1911, a Colt 1911, and Two Colt .45's. Also there where 8 Ammo Boxes. I put my Uzi down and Picked up the M1 Garand and KAr 98 and slung them over my shoulder. And Went Down the Ladder.

"Hand Me Down the Rest of The Guns. And The Ammo" I Screamed up to Cait

"Ok hold on" She Replied.


After We finshed I Loaded All the guns and went back up the the attic. And I opened the Black Glass And steel contians To Find Dianomite and more ammo, Lot of dianomite... Lots... and Some Bottle Rockets. I Also Took down the Foot locker. I opened the foot locker and there was some old army gear. We Went back into the hall. And Rick and Lars Were there.

"Two bedrooms... We Need To Share... there is a queen in one room with a couch and then a double in one. Which room do you guys want?"

Nick Blushed, (LOL)

Cait: "(SAY WHAT EVER YOUR CHOICE IS)
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Weapons: Colt .45 x2, M1 Garand, 10 sticks of dianomite, 20 bottles rockets, Kar 98, moltivove Cocktails


Items: Zippo... Flashlight, Backpack.

This post has been edited by Nikku on August 01, 2005 03:27 am

Tom Lincoln

I kept my speed around fifty miles per hour, easily avoiding wrecked cars and zombie carcasses. Out ahead of me, there was a dark figure wobbling across a faded crosswalk. I slowed my speed down to 40, opened the window, and shouted out "Hey, you alive?!"

The figure turned at me and when its blood-drenched eyes met mine I realised what it was. It stumbled right into the path of my car, and I figured since I couldn't stop in time, I might as well run the fucker over. I floored it and watched the speedometer creep up to 65. The zombie stayed in one place, looking at me innocently, his arms bent backwards in a strange fashion. I grinned wildy as the chrome front bumper met the fragile bunch of bones and rotting flesh. The zombie flew limply up the hood and over the roof, landing behind the musclecar with a satisfying thud.

I eased my speed down to 55 as I spotted the police department. I slowed the car down and screeched into the parking lot, stopping harshly at the front door. I stepped out, gun raised, and walked into the slightly ajar door. As I pushed it open, I found dozens of dead police officers sitting in pools of blood.

"Jesus..."

I stepped over all of them and went down a hallway, to an open door which said Armory above it. The entrance keypack was knocked out and sparks were flying out from it. I walked inside the room, the walls lined with all sorts of weaponry, and raised my gun at the sight of something living. The figure turned around and looked at me. I was surprised to see him holding a gun.

"Are you human?!" I asked desperately, ready to shoot.

"Dammit, a survivor?!" the man asked rhetorically.

"Thinking the same myself. I'm Tom Lincoln. Who're you?"

"Alex Keyes," he said, a grin on his face. "You better load up. The zombies are multiplying as we speak. I just put an infected officer out of his misery.

"This is actually happening? Jesus," I said, in shock. "Always thought this kinda crap was restricted to books and movies. Oh, and I'm already well stocked." I pulled out the rifle from my backpack, aiming it at the cieling.

"M16, nice choice."

I slapped a magazine into it, and tried to figure out what to do to load it in.

"Pull back the bolt behind the carry handle."

I pulled it back, surprised to find that it had little resistance, and it clunked forward with a satisfying sound.

"We better find some other survivors. I've got a car, you want to come with me?"

"<YOUR CHOICE KEYES>"

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Weapons - M16, Sig Sauer P232 Stainless, Ruger Over-Under
Items - 4 5.56 magazines, 2 Sig magazines, a box of bullets, and a box of shotgun shells, all inside a backpack.

This post has been edited by Kitteh on August 01, 2005 04:32 am

Caitlen Florance

"We can share a bed, I don't mind," Cait said to Nick.

"No that's all right, I'll just go guard the door with Lars over there," Nick said blushing.

Nick walked out of the room and closed the door. After a few minutes Cait got up and checked the hall if anyone was there. She closed the door and locked it.

"Mom... what's happening....? Ugh I better go sleep," Cait said talking to herself. "Ah but I can't sleep...."

She got up and looked at the guns on the floor Nick found. He had taken the big rifle gun with him. Cait started looking around the room and found a cute skirt and sweater in the closet. She dressed out of her jammies and put them on. She than took one of the army ammo belts and strung it around her waist. She's put some handgun clips and revolver rounds in them. Just as She finished she heard a a loud banging coming from the upper stairs door. Cait rushed into the hall to where Nick and Lars were trying to hold the door in place. Rick was pointing his shotgun at the door shakingly.

"SHIT!!!!" Lars cried, "We can't hold it!!! Run for one of the -" But before he could finish the door broke open, throwing Nick and Lars forward. Zombies began coming forward. Lars was he closest he fired his flamethrower at them... but they kept coming!

"BURN MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!" He screamed.

One of the zombies reached Lars and bit him in the neck. Nick Screamed as blood splattered all over the hall.

"Get out of here!!! Escape through the windows!!!" Nick cried and gave butted the zombie's head with his flamethrower. "GO!!!"

Cait, Nick, and Rick ran into Caits room. Nick grabbed his guns and Rick bashed the window and cleared it off broken glass. He helped Cait out and than Nick.

"Were gonna have to jump into those bushs!!!!" Nick said.

"I can't..." Cait complained. "It's too high... i'm scared..."

Rick jumped than Nick did.

"Come on!!! I'll catch you!!!" Nick yelled.

"Okay.... get ready... here.. I.. COME!!!" Cait yelled as she jumped off the roof and onto Nick. Nick would have fallen over if Rick didn't catch him.

----In the house----

Lars grabbed his neck and looked at his hand. It was covered in blood. Three more zombies approached him and began to bite on his legs. It hurt at first... but than he started to not feel any pain. Nick searched his side pockets for his sidearm and took it out. He looked at the zombies.

"Burn bitchs."

And he shot the flamethrower's tank.

----Outside----

Just as Rick was helping Cait and Nick up the 2nd floor of the house exploded.

"JESUS!!!!" Rick cried.

"Lars..." Cait moaned and started crying.

"Nick where do we go now? We can't leave town there's military blocades set up on the roads and they won't let us through.... We can go to the RPD, try escaping through the forest, the subway, the hospital, and I heard the clocktower is filled with soldiers sent to help us.... it's your call. I'm tired of making decisions today.

Choose a destination Nick, you might wanna stop at a food store. My chars getting hungry

Weapons - Revolver(x10) - 9mm Berreta(x60)
Items - None

Yaaaaaay this is becoming fun fun fun!!!!! haha

John Akan

The man was frightned, but my presence (And my deagles), made him think he was safe.
We were walking toward the rpd when we heard an explosion.
"What the ... hmm... Zombies can't lit that sort of explosion... It must me survivors ! Frank ! Let's help them !"
"Errr..."
"What ?"
"No... this part of the town is filled up with zombies... and something else..."
"Something else ? What ?"
"I don't know... but it's fast... I only saw a shadow..."
"Damn ! If there's any survivors they must be in trouble. I'll go help them. You go to the rpd and wait for me there ok ?"
"Ok... but I need a weapon..."
"... If that part of the town is really dangerous I'll need my guns. Take this shovel over there. And aim for the head. It seems to work."
"A shovel ? But..."
"Ok Now listen. Either you take this shovel and go toward the RPD, or you go with me help the survivors. Make your choice."
"... ok. If I could make it this far, I can make it to the rpd."
"Good. Now GO !"

We split off, me running toward the explosion, frank toward the rpd.

"Something else... fast... oh well... Let's rock."

This post has been edited by Mic2070 on August 01, 2005 12:39 pm

Thanks Mic, that helps it out a lot. BTW just so you know Alex and Tom are IN the RPD, not outside

Yeah, we're on the inside. This bad-ass ex-Special Forces dude is about to get nasty...

Alex Keyes

I shook my head. "Thanks for the offer," I said, "but I think I'd do better on foot. If that car breaks down in a street full of undead, we're sitting ducks." I took down a Heckler and Koch G36C, and loaded the ammunition into a bag with what seemed to be half the armoury. "Besides, I work better alone."

"This town isn't the greatest of places to wander around on your own," Tom pointed out.

"I've got the dog, haven't I?" I had managed to find a bowl and some dog food, and Rover was busy eating it as fast as possible in the corner of the armoury. "Rover's got my back."

"Well, they do say a dog's is man's best friend," Tom said, with a grin. He reached over to a cabinet, and handed me a radio. "Keep in contact, alright? You're the only survivor I've seen so far."

"No worries there," I said, attaching the radio to my belt and plugging in a headset. "Also, I suggest you make sure your car's got all the petrol and things that it needs, while the undead aren't surrounding this place. You wouldn't want it to suddenly break down while in a crowded street full of zombies, would you?"

There was an explosion in the distance. The two of us looked at the door. Rover even looked up briefly from his food, before going back to it. "What was that?"

I grinned. "Looks like someone's using my explosive tactics," I said. "Maybe we're not the only ones left."

I packed a few more radios into my backpack, and hoisted it up onto my back. "Well, I'm all set, the dog's had a chance to eat something, I've managed to pack all the stuff me and Rover will need for food - I'll see you around."

As I made my way to the door, Tom said to me, "Now I know who you are."

Silently, I cursed myself. In all the excitement of killing undead people, I had forgotten that I was a wanted man. I had just given the guy my name.

"You're the guy who's been committing crimes all over the USA," he said. "There's a massive price on your head. The FBI have been all over every state while trying to find you."

"Think I haven't noticed?"

"Is that why you're going alone?"

"No. I just don't want to have to shoot you if you get infected. And I want to spare you having to do that to me." I looked over at Rover as he licked the bowl for any scraps he had missed. "You won't tell anyone a wanted criminal was here in this place, right?"

Tom shook his head. "Who'd care?" he asked. "You're not here to murder anyone, or rob people, so I'm guessing you'd take second-place in the police's agenda as far as this outbreak of zombieism is concerned."

"Zombieism?"

"You know what I mean."

I nodded. "Well, I wish you luck, pal. Try not to get bitten, yeah?"

"Got it. Same to you."

I strolled out of the door with Rover in tow, and looked around. The explosion had come from somewhere back the way I came. I walked past the car that was ticking over, and looked at the flat tyre. "Nasty," I murmured, opening the boot and taking out the spare. I switched the tyres, and wrote a short note on the driver's door with my knife.

After that, I headed out towards the source of the explosion. I saw flames coming out of a building's second floor, and headed in the opposite direction. Best if I didn't investigate. If the zombies hadn't killed the occupants, the fire probably would.

John Akan

While on my way toward the explosion, I felt something... weird.
Like something following me.

I stopped running and looked back. Nothing.
So I started running again, and still had that weird feeling, when I saw a man lying in a pool of blood, he seemed to be alive.

"Hey ! Dude wake up ! What's your name ?"
"ahh... henry..."
"What happened? are you bitten?"
"err... no... not by a zombie..."

The man had one of his arm cut off, and a large wound on his stomach.
It was like a sword almost cut him in half. Almost.

"ahh... Take my gun... I dropped it in the fight... It must be near that car..."

It was there. A double-barreled sawed-off shotgun. "Sweet."
"...I have some ammo in my pockets... take it... kill this thing... avenge me !"

He died. Searching in his pocket I found 12 Shotgun shells. I loaded 2 In my weapon and left.

"...Bitch... When I'll find you You'll taste my boomstick !"

While running, I still had that weird feeling...

Jeph Phillips

The beating of my heart filled my ears, making the explosion from the house inaudible and muffled. I glanced a look behind me and saw zombies, people,or whatever, but I still didn't stop. I didn't anyone's help...

A feminine groan came from a dark alley to my right, and a woman with a torn shirt, showing mass amounts of ripped and chewed cleavage. If anyone found this hot, they would probably be considered necropheliacs. She limbered slowly towards me, her mouth a gaping black hole of death. I brought my knife up and this time I didn't even bother to tell her to stand down. My adrenaline kicked in some more, and I felt I could easily enough take on another infected person. I charged at her, bringing the knife down on her collar bone, making a sickening crunch. She grabbed at my collar and started to bring her head down towards my kneck. I pushed her off me, making her trip and fall on her butt. I then jumped on top of her and started to punch the "life" out of her.

My hand finally mushed her head, somehow braking the skull. She died with a bit of a spasm here and there. I grabbed my knife out of her and looked around. I really didn't have much of an urge to go down the dark alleyway, so the streets seemed to suffice for now.

I must of had at least a mile to go to get to the Police Station, where hopefully there would be officers and guns...