Kurt

"No, its best to stay here right now, ill try to call in my squad... but i don't know if anyone will hear me, my main radio was damaged... All I have is my TPCS" Anwsered Kurt. "It would be best to hold out and we should get supplies and load up, plus the first thing command told us is that if you find a group of survivors in a well enough barricaded area was to keep them there and barricade it more. They don't want the posts over flowing... plus, if I can find the Demoltion Supplies they droppped down here via parachute I could get us a radio and we could meet up with the rest of the squad, And i could try to order a Evac for you guys..."


"What about you?" asked Lindsay

"Orders are to destroy all building with possible infestation as the Army Corp Of Enginers sets up a perimeter 20 miles from the city, all the way around. Then the soldiers will be ordered into 'Safe' buildings, as the city is carpet bombed, then we clean it up, the whole city set ablaze, we sweep through again, and then we work on the surronding towns in a 20 mile radius, Work out way from the inside out. In Heaven's Gate park they dropped Speacialy outfitted hummers, dont worry their locked up, ya' need the code and the key, ta' get in... We could get to the park and get one of them, bring em down here to the basment through the Amublance storage..." Said Kurt as he nailed the planks to the window frame.

"Holy shit... I have an idea..." Carl spoke "We get the Ambulances and park them around the perimeter of the hospital, tip em over... and we are completly safe... but there could be zombies, alot of zombies, we have to take care of the one in the main lobby and in the main entrance..."

"Say? The chopoer still here?" Asked Kurt.

"Yes..." answered one of the doctors.

"Well lock and load, lets get to that chopper, i kno how to fly a bit, we can search for the Demo Supplies, get 'em and then we can blow the zombies out front from the air..."

"(insert your answer [or reason not to]) Said Carl.

Nikku. Were not in the Hospital. We are in a warehouse. Far away from the hospital. So just edit the post and my answer is yes i'll go for the demos. But were gonna have to go by foot... cuz theres no chopper in a warehouse. loll

ok, lol my bad

Carl Madarang

"We should find some food... I haven't eaten since yesterday..." Carl said rubbing his stomach. Kurt you stay here with Lindsay, Kristen, and Kyle. Lars and David come with me."

Carl walked over to his M16 which was leaning against a crate. He picked up his gun and checked his vest for any extra clips. After a minute of searching he sighed. He had only an extra clip, and three handgun clips. Carl turned around; facing Lars and David.

"How much ammo do you guys have?"

"Only the clips in my rifle and handgun. I dropped my ammo in the Hospital so I could run faster." David said looking away.

"Don't worry. I got three rifle clips. I have twenty revolver rounds. But I guess you can't use that now, can you?" Lars said passing an extra clip to David.

Carl looked at one of the warehouse's steel doors. The were opened from a control box from inside the Overseer's office. Lindsay was ahead of him though and pushed the door button. The steel door slowly opened, revealing the carnage behind. Kurt moved forward and sweeped his gun from left to right, he said CLEAR and stood there covering them. The group ran outside. They stepped over the dead bodies and leaned against the building opposite side of the Warehouse. A body was leaning against it. Half it's head was blown off, brains splattered all over.
Carl watched David bend over and throw up. He gave Kurt a thumbs up and watched as the door slowly closed. Carl remebered driving down this street once. There should have been a Food Max only two blocks away. The problem wasn't getting there. It was bringing all the food back....

Carl Madarang

"Don't shoot!!!!!" Carl heard the black shape scream.

Carl didn't shoot, but he didn't lower his gun either. He watched as a tall man stepped from behind from one of the giant shelves. He was 6'1 with black eyes. He had a fro going, but it was that big, the man was African American.

"Hey! Lower that gun! i'm not a zombie!" He said.

"Zombie?" Lars asked, who also had his gun trained on th man.

ANd that was how they met Sean Turner.


.... .... ... ... ...

They were seated in the employees room. Sitting at a table, eating some microwaved Fish Sticks. Carl watched as Lars and David stuffed their mouths. Carl wasn't that hungry anymore. All this talk about zombies... It couldn't be true.

"How do you know they're zombies?" Carl asked.

"What else could they be? They walk, moan, shuffle, and eat flesh. That's the typical zombie for you." Sean replied. "It's like they're straight out of a horror flick."

Carl shook his head. He reached over and stuffed one of the Fish Sticks in his mouth. He chewed; thinking. He didn't want to belive that they were really zombies, but it made sense. But this couldn't be real! There had to be an explanation. A small boy walked in the room. He was probably fourteen.

"Hey Mr. Turner! Jack found some car keys in one of the offices. It's one of those new wireless ones. You know you click it and the car opens? He thinks it might be to one of those huge Supply trucks outside!"

* * *

There were over thirteen people in the market. Sean had told him that he was at the counter buying a box of cookies when a wounded man had stumbled in the room. Sean watched as the clerk who was checking him walked over to the man and say something to him. The next thing he knew, the man BIT into the clerk's neck. He pulled away, grabbing his neck wound and stumble dinto the door. The other one - the one who attacked the clerk - had started moving toward the people waiting in Checkout Lane three. Lots of people screamed and ran outside, running to their cars. Only us thirteen had stayed behind. I knew it wasn't safe out there. Some of the others were just so stricken with fear and just stood there. I watched as other things, besides the zombies, attacked the fleeing people. I took care of the zombie that bit the clerk.

* * *

"That's great!" Carl said, standing up. "We'll use that to bring the food to the warehouse!"

"What?" Sean said. Now also standing. "Your not gonna stay here?"

"No. I have friends somehwere, and I can't just leave them. Plus there's no food where they're staying."

Half an hour later, Carl had just finished shopping for food. They had stuffed three shopping carts full of food. The plan was to open the correct truck from inside. Than they would rush with the shopping carts and quickly shove the food inside. Carl turned around. All the survivors in the Food Mart and gathered around him.

"Alright, i'm going now to a warehouse. The army is coming to save us. I think it's much safer to stay there than here. There is no way a zombie can enter the warehouse. Unless he can break steel open and jump thirty feet through a window. Soo.... anyone coming?"

Carl watched as a murmer went through the crowd. Four people stepped forward, one of them was Sean. One was a young woman. Probably in her middle twenties. SHe had Long brown hair. The others were two men. One was the young man that came in the room to infrom us of the Truck keys. The other was a whit male, he was built and looked like he could lift one of the food carts with one hand.

"I see.... Alright, arm yourselves with whatever you can find and meet back here in one minute."

Carl was suprised how fast they took to find weapons. The yound man and the built guy were armed with some baseball bats. The girl came back with a pipe. Carl saw that coming in through the bathroom. Sean just pulled a revolver out from behind his pants.

"Don't worry about me." Sean said smiling. "I'm packing."

And so they all stood at the doors and Carl counted to three.

"One..."

He heard the young woman hold her breath.

"Two...."

The built man wiped sweat from his eyes.

"Three"

Carl opened the doors while they all pushed the crats to the truck.

"LARS! DAVID!!!! COVER US WHILE WE UNLOAD THE SUPPLIES!!!"

Carl ran to the truck door and threw the back grating up just as he felt the carts crash into the truck.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!" Carl heard the Built man yell. His voice was deep and gruff.

The man picked up the whole cart and threw it in the truck. Looks like he was right. The man was fucking strong.

"Oh my god!!!!" He heard the woman yell.

Carl looked at what she was pointing at and knew it wasn't gonna be easy. Slowly moving toward them was a mass of zombies. Bigger than the mass he saw at the Hospital. Carl screamed at them to hurry up....

David Andrody

David lowered his rifle and wiped the sweat off his hands. God his was scared. At first he thought he was gonna make it, but than that chick that wanted to come screamed. He had seen the HUGE group of zombies coming toward him and pissed himself. He shot at the first zombie he saw. A middle aged male. He was wearing a buissness suit. he hated those people, always trying to sell shit people didn't need need. He searched for another buissnessman and shot his too. He laughed, shooting more and more. His gun ran empty though. He cursed and threw it to the ground.

David stopped laughing when he saw the two zombie dogs run out of the crows of zombies. He turned around and saw Lars running toward the back of the truck and jumping in. EVryone was inside already. That black man they met was at the driver's wheel. And Carl was shouting frantically in the truck Radio, probably trying to get Kurt to open the warehouse door. Damn that door took a long time to open.

David turned back around and saw the dogs were closer now... so close... he could smell the rotting flesh on the dogs. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. David reached for his 9mm while the lead dog jumped at him. He saw the dogs mouth open. Bits of flesh dropped out, saliva was everywhere. David tugged on his gun and forgot. he had latched it in the holster. IF only he hadn't fucked up he thought. And that was thr last thing he thought.

Carl Madarang

He watched as the dogs ran toward David. He screamed and screamed for him to get in the truck.

He watched as David tried to draw his handgun.

He watched as the dog jumped, aiming for a killing bite.

He watched as David pulled the gun, but couldn't. Because it was latched to his holster.

Carl opened the Truck door and lifted his rifle. he wasn't fast enough though. The lead dog had leaped onto his chest and tored his throat out. The other dog ran up to him and started digging in his stomach. Blood and guts were flying everywhere.

"DAVIIIIIIIIID!!!!" Carl screamed opening fire. The bullets ripped into the two dogs flesh sending them flying ten feet away.

Carl stumbled over to David's limp body. His lip was trembling, and blood was smeared all over his face. His body convulsed twice, his hand reaching up toward the sky. Carl wiped the blood from his face. David stopped moving, his eyes staring straight forward toward the sky. Carl closed David's eye lids.

"GET THE FUCK IN THE TRUCK!!!" He heard Sean yell.

Carl nodded and ran to the side seat. He closed the door. He got on the radio and told Lindsay to open the Warehouse door, now.

wow, touching.

Name: Sid Wind
Job: unemployed
Age: 32
Character Description: 6'2, gray eyes, black hair down to his cheeks, native american (no he wont have special hearing or seeing powers), average muscle.
Bio: After graduating highschool and taking 1 year of college, sid left in search of something more exciting, only to have his search wreaked when he lost all his money and his parents respect for him. Now he just drifts form town to town, city to city. He's mainly a tight lipped kind of person, usually keeps to himself and is sometimes seen as scarry, due to his silent nature. He just happened to drift into heaven's gate on this fateful evening.


*Splash* *Splash* With every step he took. He nearly gagged at the stench that surrounded him in the sewers. Jesus, he thought, what did i get myself into now? Just a couple of hours ago he had just slept witht the most beautiful hooker he had ever seen, and she was a virgin! Next thing he knew she was trying to bite his fingers off. He managed to lock her in the bathroom before leaving, only to find the entire htoel and street he was on to be in total chaos. People running here and there while others were just shuffling about. Blood was streaked across the walls and the street as well as on the hoods of cars. An explosion rocked the block as a car crashed against a shop, igniting the gas tank and causing even more panic. Thats when he saw the crowd. Funny, he couldnt think of anything else to call them but...the crowd. They werent people, they couldnt be, how could someone walk around with a giant head wound? or with half their ribcage missing? What kind of person would EAT another? That was all there was to it, they werent people, it was just a crowd....just a crowd he kept telling himself. one by one people would fall to the crowd of......canibals, it looked like it was some sort of.....liquid. People would be tackled by the things, then they would be covered by the things, only to have the crowd absorb them, go around them and it was like they had never been there. it was all too much for sid. he ran for about 2 minutes until he spotted a storm drain. he crawled down it, hoping the things were dumb enough to forget where he went. He found a jagged lead pipe and decided it would be best to take it. Just then he nearly broke down crying, what the fuck???!?!?, he thought, whats going on here???? oh god what are these people???? he couldnt get it out of is head....the blood, the way the people walked, the eating...the.....the screaming was the worst, the sound the others made while they were being eaten alive by something that looked dead for a while. He continued on, maybe he could get out of the city through the sewers, get some help, stop the maddness....stop the sreaming. After a while he decided to sit for a rest. Thats when he heard gunfire. Gunfire wasnt the word at all, it sounded like freaking world war 2. He found another storm drain entrance and looked out, he saw dozens of police officers and SWAT members creating what looked like a last stand against what seemed like an endless number of "the" people. A crowd, the crowd, which had now grown bigger was slowly shambling toward the police.
"STAND BACK!!!! I REPEAT!!!! STAND BACK!!!! IF YOU PROCEED ANY FURTHER YOU WILL BE SHOT!!!" said one of the cops on a loudspeaker. Maybe i shuld get up tehre, he thought, but what about the crowd, theyll never hold them off. Just then it sounded like someone ignited over a thousand firecrackers at once. Gunshots were ringing from all over above him. He looked over more to see the SWAT team opening fire on the crowd. The gunshots were soo loud, it was like someone took a sledge hammer and was beating it on a rock right next to his ear. The noise and the flahses put him in a trance, all he could do was watch....watch as "the crowd" enveloped anotehr man, swallowed him, ate him, and then he was gone, his body replaced by dozens and dozens of people. Ive had enough, sid thought, i cant go out there. And with that, he continued on. Later on he heard what sounded thunder magnified at least 100 times. Maybe an explosion had happened? That was all he had time to think about when a shockwave from the noice caused a collapse of the tunnel he was in behind him, and a slimy pipe fell from the ceiling and knocked him unconcious.


watcha think?

This post has been edited by **[STARS]**BrasileiroSk8r on January 14, 2006 04:35 am

Kurt

He saw the truck speeding towards the ware house, about 75 yards away. They had done there best to kill the zombies in sight. The ware house door was finally open, the truck turned, lifting 2 of the weels of the ground, a survivor fell off and was torn to shread by the horde of zombies following the truck.

"Well shit in my mouth, and call me your sister..." Whispered Kurt as he whistled for attetion and pointed to the zombies following the truck.

"Keep heavey fire on the Group of zombies, don't let them get any farther!" Screamed Kurt at the top of his lungs.

He quickly thought of a plan. He would start closing the door now, and he would unravel the cord holding it up, prop up a couple of poles to hold it up, and as soon as the truck went in, he would kick away the poles.

He climbed into the ware house and put his rifle over his shoulder, he climbed up a 30 foot ladder, only half way to the cieling. He then put on the electronic lowering system on the cable for the door. But the eletronic was lowering to fast and he already was to far away to stop it in time. Kurt decided to just make a mad dash for it. He slid down that latter and grabbed the pipes, probed up the door. he then quickly climbed up the ladder and put it on maunal. He unraveled the cable with the crank untill there was none left, now he waited...

Carl Madarang

Carl heard screaming from the back, and knew someone had fallen out. There was no time however, to save them. Carl drove the truck into the warehouse. He watched as Kurt ran to the door and kicked poles holding the doors up. The dpprs came down with a thundering slam. Carl walked to the back to see if everyone was ok. He looked and saw that the young man was missing.

"It was Andrew...." The woman from the FootMart sobbed. He fell out from the back and... " she continued crying.

The big man walked over to him.

"That was quite some riding there. Names Benson, her names Tiffany." he motioned toward the sobbing girl.

Kurt came to the truck and smiled.

"You found food and people."

Carl introduced them all to each other. Later on Kurt and Carl were sitting in the overseer's office, eating a microwavable burger. He looked outside the office window. Lindsay, Kristen, and Tiffany were talking about something. It must have been really funny because they all burts out laughing. benson was showing his muscles off to Kyle and Sean. Carl looked for Lars and spotted his sitting against a crate. It looked like he was deep in thought. He sighed and turned toward Kurt.

"We got supplies.... a safe stronghold... now what."

"I don't know, We need more weapons, All ways more food, We also need supplies. It would be nice to get a generator in here. If we could get one of thoose exerice bikes that stay still, All i need is a gasoline genetor and we can make the generator bike powered. You could pedal the bike wih would make electricit stored in the genetor, and then when you turn the generator one, it would work just as well as a gasoline one. Considering we have a fucking horse in our group, I think he could pedal it mostly. But we should take turns, everyone has to get in better shape, cuase if something happens, I can run, but if we keep up living here were gonna need some exercise.

We also should get some cars and bikes and things...."

Said kurt as he was eating his burger.

ok sorry for that little tid bit but i had to a chore... so heres the rest
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Kurt

"Hmmmm I don't know. I mean we JUST got back..." Answered Carl.

"ok listen You guys don't have to come, I'll go alone, just stay on the radio." Replied Kurt

"Here Take theese" Kurt said as he handed Carl 8 MREs and then reached more into one of his bags and took out a SPAS 12 shotgun, a case of 30 shells. "This is a new high explosive round, be careful, if you don't hold it tight to your shoulder, you will break your neck. Also, there are 15 buckshot rounds and 3 actual bullets, the bullets explode on impact like a mini grenade. And take these" Kurt Handed him 4 five-seven pistols. "No fancy cowboy matrix double wielding" Kurt also handed him a box of 200 rounds, and 4 clips for each gun (the gun had a clip in it so its really 4).

"Thanks... but..." Carl said.

"No buts, I'm gonna get a hummer and fill it with weapons, and supplies, more of my squad will be at the park there also. I'll see if I can grab atleast one more Soldier. I'll be seening you around, I'm going to be gone for a couple days, Im going to try to take the roof tops as far as they go to the park." Kurt said as he walked up that later to the roof.


"See ya' around..." said Carl as he put the supplies kurt gave him in a pile.

Kurt, on the roof, transferred all of the supplies left in the one bag over to his secound bag, and then dropped in down the ladder.

He grabbed a ladder on the roof and put it across to another roof.

He grabbed the ladder and put it between the next to buildings.

He did this untill he was within 20 feet of the park, No zombies he could see of. He then heard the pop of an rifle and he quickly climbed down the side of the house, ran into the park and what he saw shocked him...

Carl Madarang

Carl watched as Kurt climbed the stairs to the rooftop. His bag was slung over his shoulder. When he dissapeared he handed the guns out to everyone. Carl handed a handgun to each woman and the extra one to Kyle.

"I don't know....." Kyle said fumbling with the gun.

"It's easy," Carl said reassuring. "Just point and shoot."

Carl walked over to Benson and gave him the SPAZ-12.

*** *** *** ***

Warehouse 9:58PM

Everyone was sleeping except for Carl and Lindsay. They were perched at the top Warehouse window. Looking out toward the streets. She had her 9mm and five-seven holstered in her camo pants. She had taken her bulletproof vest off. It was leaning againt the wall beside her.

"Look at all the... dead.." Lindsay said motioning out the window. A lone zombie was shambling along the streets. "Zombies..."

Suddenly it struck him. The ledger he found under the Hospital.

"Remember that ledger I found?" Carl asked. Lindsay nodded. "It said they were doing experiments on people.... maybe... the experimented subjects escaped..."

"Yeah if they did, than how come the whole city is crawling with those "things." Lindsay countered.

Carl thought about it. He really didn't know.