hehe, oops, ok sry.

Carl Madarang

Warehouse 10:23PM

Carl must have dozed off, because he awoke to Lindsay shaking him violently and saying his name over and over again.

"Wha... what's wrong?" He asked.

"Look there's a group of people running outside."

Carl looked out the window. Running toward them from the opposite street were five unarmed civilians. They seemed to be running from something. Cark aimed his rifle out the window, but what he saw surprised him. Six armed men in black suits and gas masks ran out of an ally. They were armed with SMGs. Carl looked closer and saw that they had the CyberTech logo on they're shoulders. They stood and aimed at the fleeing group of people and opened fire. He watched as the civilian in the back was hit in the lower back, she flew forward knocking two others down. They were all dead in a matter of seconds.

The armed men walked up to the pile of dead bodies. Suddenly their radios sprang to life.

"Zulu team!!! We have confirmation of a subject 256-AB heading toward your position! It has already taken out team JULIET and Bra.... as.." all Carl could hear from in the darkened window was static.

The men looked to their left and started yelling. They fired at whatever it was. Carl and Lindsay leaned out of the window to see. The thing was montrous. The creature was the size of a car standing up. It had four eyes on each side of its head. It opened it's mouth to reveal thousands of serated teeth. It had short stubby legs and long arms. It back was covered in red scales, but had something sticking out of it. It looked soft, like an exposed organ.

The armed men fired at the creature. It moved toward them. Using it's long arms to pull it'self forward, like a ape. It slapped one man away; Carl heard a sickening splat as he hit a building wall. The men started running away now. It grabbed the nearest one with a hand and popped him in his mouth. With his other, he knocked him into a car. Carl heard a loud snap and knew the man's leg was broken. The surviving two ran into the ally they came out of with the creature after them.

Andy Syria

Andy came out with two Swat-Marines-in-full-camo and let out a burst of bullets. Andy was firing his PSG1 on full-auto. It was surprising that he wasn't flinching. He kept firing until he ran empty.
He threw his PSG1 on to a tap, the gun dangling from its strap. Andy then went into Melee combat with the creature.
He drew a thin knife and approached, unafraid. With his knife he managed to cut open part of its skin. The creature picked ANdy up by the throat and Andy managed to get the knife into the creatures chest.
The two swat soldiers stood there, amazed. One of them dropped his gun and picked up Andy's PSG1.
Andy stamped the knife in and the creature let out a cry of pain. The hand that was gripping Andy's neck had come loose. Andy ogot the knife out of the Creature and stabbed it in the throat. The creature stopped screaming. Finally, andy scraped the knife across the creature, beheading it.
One of the Swat soldiers ran over as Andy got to the floor. Andy held up his arm and put it on a bin. One swat soldier switched on a torch.
"Well that was a nice surprise," Andy said, his voice trembling.
A soldier examined Andy's arm. The creature had scratched him on the arm. The other Swat soldier gave Andy's gun back to him. Andy took it and checked the clip. Nothing. He threw the clip aside and reached for a patch on his belt.
His arm spasmed. Andy cried out in pain. The scar was mutating! The soldier ran forward to help but Andy pushed him away.
"Sir?" The Swat soldier said.
Nothing came from andy put pain.
"Sir, are you okay?" he asked, frantically.
Andy clenched a fist. He was now speaking fast; "G-get me a herb!" Andy said, a man with seconds to live.
"What kind of herb?" The soldier asked.
"A blue herb, it's blue. People have it around their hands-" Andy's hand flung against the wall, almost destroying it.
"Blue herb, where would there be a blue herb?" The soldier asked.
"Somewhere around here, on the estate. Blue leaves, green stem with bristly bits. Get me at least four!"
"Right, sir!" And the soldier ran off.



Tim Blake

"Who else is after us?" the boss said.
"Go fuck yourself," Tim sneered back.
The cuffs fried again and Tim let out a scream of pain.
"A man named Ash Sydney!" Tim meant Andy Syria but he chose those words to keep Andy safe.
"And who does he work for?" The boss inquired.
"He works for no-one."
The cuffs were electrified again, and Tim let out an even louder scream of pain.
"I'm serious, he's a lone survivor of a missile attack!"
"Where?"
"He just said he was, I don't know which one!"
"Stop playing with me, boy! Tell me who he is-"
The glass shattered all around the room. The boss was worried. He opened the vault-like door and ran out, the G36 in his hands.
Tim was now left there, cuffed to two poles. A team of Counter-Terrorists dived through the window. They managed fto release Tim from the cuffs.

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I'm not going to kill Andy off, he's my main character in this...

Dark, gloomy figures walked around him. He was in a bar. He looked around but couldnt find anyone he recognized. He had just left a motel that night and he felt like shit. What was he thinking? Leave college and head out west? Into the middle of the desert to look for what.....adventure????? It was too late now. He couldnt go back home to his college, his friends.....his parents. They had given up on him as soon as he had left. And then all of sudden it hit him, how stupid his idea was. And now here he was, alone, in some lousy bar in a lousy part of some lousy town. At least you still have your money, he thought. Yeah, what good will that do me now? It cant bring back my past........"Hey hun, you look a little down" said a feminine voice.

"Oh huh, what? Um yah, just a bad week i guess..." said Sid. "Aww, why dont you tell me about it?" said the women, she looked like she was in her early twenties, maybe even younger. She had the most reddest hair he'd ever seen yet her skin color was that of someone who was hispanic, her eyes a deep blue. "Well, its not really something i want to talk about" he said. "Come on, what bad can it do?" she said. "Sigh.....i guess nothing." After about half an hour, he had told her it all. "Wow, what made you think like that?" she asked. "Im not sure, maybe it was just built up emotions, but......it doesnt matter now. All i want to do now is turn back time so i would have my old life back. But nothing can do that, nothing, not even all the money i have on me."

"Oh, all that money huh?" said the woman, her eyes suddenly sparkling with interest. "Yeah, well, it was nice meeting you uh...." "Kayt" she replied. "Oh, im Sid." "Nice to meet you Sid, listen why dont you come with me, i could probably find you somewhere to stay for a while." said Kayt. "Thanks, yeah i was looking for a place to crash tonight." And with that they left. While Sid was paying his bill, Kayt glanced over and gave a quick nod to a group of men, roughly around 40 or 60 and heavily built. He turned and walked out the door with her. "Over here, my cars in the ally" she said. Next thing he knew, a beer bottle flew out and smashed him right in the face. "Ahhhhhggggg!!!" he yelled. "Quick, get him while he down!" said a voice. "Quick check his jacket!" yelled another. He couldnt see, blood was already trickling into his eyes from a cut somewhere on his head. "Whew! That is a LOT of money!" "How much pa?" asked the voice of Kayt. "Around $1000 just in his wallet. Got some credit cards in here too, we've hit a jackpt boys!" "What about him?" asked a random voice. "Just kill him" said Kayt's father. He managed to get a quick glance through the blood in his eyes at Kayt, and gave her the most fiery look he could muster, something he had inheirited from his ancestors, and in a gurgling voice said "may the Maohk devil consume your soul......you BITCH" and then he was clubbed over the head with a crowbar.
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He jerked, and his eyes shot open. He looked up, around, behind him. No one, no one was with him. Especially no muscled up 40 yr olds with crowbars. He tried to sit up and felt like something had split his skull apart. He felt the top of his head...felt blood, and looked at the slimy piped that had hit him. He got up, only to fall back down and puke all over the ground. The knock from the pipe had really taken it out of him. He got up more slowly this time. He looked from the direction he had come from, it was caved in from....what was it....an explosion? Yes, the explosion.....and the crowd. It all came back to him now.

He picked up his pipe and continued on in the opposite direction. He soon came to a dead end with only a ladder leading up. He climbed it and after about 10 minutes of struggle, managed to move the manhole out of the way. He looked around in shock, the streets of the city looked like a warzone. Cars smashed, piled up, and overturned. Fires blazing in buildings, stores, cars. It was late in the afternoon....had he been knocked out for a while? He climbed out and looked around. There were several police cars among the pile up. Blood was everywhere, as well as some empty guns and bullet casings. He could hear wind blowing in, creating an eerie whistle. There were no bodies... After walking for some time he came upon an abandonned ambulance. He looked inside and found some antibiotics, gauze, and some painkillers. He managed to clean his wound on his forehead from any sewege water that might have gotten into it and wrapped it. He took some painkillers and decided to take the small bottle with him.

Soon after leaving the ambulance he quickly felt his strength and his morale drain out of him. Standing a couple blocks away was.....something....a a a.....thing, creature perhaps. About the size of a car and very very built. Eyes portruding from the sides and the back of its head. Its mouth was what scared him the most, full of jagged, needle point teeth. He looked back in the direction he came and ran, refusing to look back.........



that Maohk is blackfoot for red. thought i might throw something in there that had to do with his nationality.

This post has been edited by **[STARS]**BrasileiroSk8r on January 14, 2006 10:54 pm

Think I could drop in at some point?

Post ya damn info keyes!
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Kurt

Kurt was in the park, civillians were trying to break into the crates that held the viechles and supplys. They turned around to see Kurt.

"Give us the code" Said a Man as he lifted his shotgun and aimed it at Kurt.

"Put down the gun" Answered Kurt, calmly.

"GIVE US THE FRIGGING CODE!" Screamed more Civilians as they aimed the guns at Kurt, or readyed there mele weapons.

"Put down the weapons, final chance" Answered Kurt.

"GIVE US THE CODE OR YOU'LL BE EATING LEAD" Screamed a man with a bolt action rifle.

"Blow me" Said Kurt As he fired two shotgun blasts at the crowd, followed by a couple full auto sprays.

He launched a HE grenade at the crowd to kill anyone left standing.

"Damnit, but it had to be done..." Whispered Kurt as he opened the metal crate. He drove out one of the Hummers with a machine gun on top. He got out of the car and locked up the crate.

He drove out of the park and on to the main rode... to the Big cyber tech building. He drove into the parking garge, parked the hummer and then went to the booth and hit the big red "lock down" button, and big steel doors closed off the garge to the outside, he walked into the Cybercon bulding.

He heard the soft pitter patter of his special combat boots, which made vertilaly no noise. But then he heard Loud almost sounding like hiking boots...

Then the cocking of rifles and he looked around.

"FREEZE!" Screamed a man in all black with a Cybercon logo on his chest, and a rifle. He was surronded by them.

"WHO ARE YOU, DROP THE WEAPONS!" Screamed another one.

Kurt stood there, almost laughing.

"I SAID DROP IT, MR ARMY!" Screamed another one.

"Its marines, asshole..." Said Kurt as he remembered always being a smartass his whole life, it might just get him killed this time.

"DROP IT" Screamed a womanly voice as she fired in the air.

"Don't throw a shit fit..." answered Kurt, he acted calm but was actualy Calm.

"Last chance..." Answered a rough voice.

"Bite me..." Kurt said as he ducked down, They opened fire. A bullet hit his helmet but he was fine, just a head ache, but scince they were in a gaint circle, they sluaghtered eachother, Kurt shot at them tho too just be safe. He walked around and put a round in each of thier heads for saftey.

He then walked into the main cybercon building. And was greated by 3 members of his squad, who were here for the same reason... to grab the Virus vail, take it to an independant scientist who could make a anti virus in a nearby town. They would sell it to the government and make millions, and if the government didnt want it, they would tell the surviors, and make an uprising, they would give the antivrus to the survivors, capter the govrnment officals and put the in the hellhole and see them TRY to live.

Just then a member of his squad, Jefferson said "I jsut got a radio transmission... the barracde around the city was broken 3 days ago, the virus is infected the whole contry and spreading to others...."

Carl Madarang

Warehouse 10:30

They waited for seven minutes, just to make sure there's was nothing else outside. Than they both climbed back down, taking three steps at once. Carl kicked Sean and Lars in the ribs.

"Get up!!!" Carl screamed.

A few minutes later they were all seated around the overseer's desk again. Kristen was at the radio, looking for a working station.

"What do you mean you saw CyberTech soldiers shoot civilians?" Sean asked.

"Why would they even do that?"

Kristen interupted them.

"You guys! Listen to this!" she motioned toward the radio.

It was the same radio station as last time.

"..... have a special report from the army keeping the city in quarentine... WHAT!? They're saying that the zombies have broken though and have infected neighboring cities. It doesn't look like anything else can be worse...The DJ paused and he heard a shuffling sound. "Jesus christ folks!!!! Zombies are attacking the radio station's barricades!!!! two squads of the police guarding are de.... oh my god they got in!" That was the last thing he said. There were numerous gunshots and the moaning of zombies. After another ten seconds they heard the DJ scream.

The DJ was wrong about one thing. SHit did get worse.

ah, that sorta screwed up my story line. ok, some of my story may be taken out of RE2 but so wat? it was a good game!


Running, that was all he knew how to do at this point. Run, he thought, just run, gotta get away from it, them, the crowds of flesh eaters, the explosions, the blood, the screaming, that monstrosity he had just seen. He'd find a car and hotwire it, then he'd head over the mountains to Latham or Vertville and get some help, or at least let people know about what was happening over here, warn them before it happened to them. only problem was most cars were either burnt to a husk, crashed, or just on fire itself. Well, he figured, if im gonna keep going through the streets, i need to find something that can put some hurt on that thing i ever see it again, or at least take down one of those cannibals fast. He went around the corner and found what he was looking for.

Kendo Firearms was flashing in neon lights above the water soaked streets, soaked from a near by fire hydrant. He reached for the door, then stopped. He cautiously opened it, not wanting to alert anything that may be hiding. He slowly poked his head in the blackness of the store and felt something hard and cold press up against his head. "don.....dont! dont shoot!" he managed to whisper, "im human!". "yeah well you might be infected by them too" said a gruff voice. "wha? what are you talking about?" "get inside" said the man. Sid entered. The mysterious man dead bolted the door behind him then flipped on a light switch. The light revealed what was hidden in the darkness, a small handful of crates containing what looked like supplies of food and medical things. There was only a few guns on display, everything else was wreaked or empty. There was also a musky odor in the air too. He got a good look at the man, he looked roughly in his late 30's, he wore a white T covered in blood from his right arm, with blue jeans with suspenders. His right arm was bloody and bandaged, and he was also holding a menacingly looking shotgun which he still hadnt put down.

"Ok look, my names Sid, Sid Wind. I dont know whats going on here, people have been going crazy ever since i woke up today-" "Youre damn right theyve been going crazy!" said the man. "Ok, i just woke up from a concussion a lil while ago and saw something....i cant describe. Im trying to get out of the city and get some help ok? thats all im doing. what did you mean when i could be infected?". The man sighed and lowered his shotgun. "My names John, John Kendo, i own the store. These things, these people that have been acting violent....somethings wrong with them, im sure youve noticed that already. The way they walk, and moan, they way their eyes look....dead...this isnt some type of curse or act of judgement, its a virus or a disease. It has to be, i know it." said john. "Im positive because i had a couple in here about a day ago. Both had been bitten by the infected people. I noticed that they were very, very cold and pale. They noticed this too. They thought they might have gotten it from the shock of what had happened to them but they were wrong. I knew cause the next morning they were both just mindlessly standing in the dark....moaning. I walked in thinking some of the "others" had gotten in only to find them standing there. I noticed the bite marks on them had swollen and turned dark blue and that they had taken on the look of being dead for a while."

"So i did what i had to do. I killed them. Thats when i figured it out. If your bit by them, you turn into them. Thats all there is to it. Thats why it has to be a virus thats causing this." said john. Sid was in awe, suddenly some of the things he had seen started to make sense, the reason why there were soo many of them. But it still didnt explain what he saw earlier. "Well...thank god i wasnt bit" said sid. "Gods not the one you should thank, its your luck thats managed to keep you going this far. Gods already abandonned everyone in this city. I bet the bastards lookin down at us right now, laughin at us while he sits on his throne made of clouds and dines with his beautiful angel women!" said john. "But, i also have my luck to blame for me being here too. I knew something was wrong from the beggining i had started receiving more and more shipments and request for weapons and ammo. I should have left the moment i heard of the first murder. But no, i thought there was an opprutunity for money. So i stayed, but before i could do anything, the entire city became infested...with them." he said. Wow, pretty intense fellow, thought Sid. "Well, i noticed you were pretty light on weapons. Like anything ya see?" asked john. "Well now that you mention it..."said Sid as he looked around the room. He had had previous training with guns, his childhood friend's dad was a big game hunter and he went with him to some firing ranges alot of times. He had learned how to properly aim and reload a gun.

He looked around and found something he knew would come in handy. A Colt 45 1911, definently garuenteed to pack a punch. This type was modified to carry 13 bullets, 14 with one in the chamber, instead of the regular 7 bullet capacity. "Ill take this." he said. "Nice one, lemme get you some magazines." He brought over a large crate and helped him fill up some clips. "So, any news from whats been going on outside the city? Whats the goverment doing about this?" asked sid. "I dont know, lost reception to everything about 4 days ago. Either their in trouble too....or maybe theyre not gonna come." said john. "All the more reason for us to get out of here." said sid, as he loaded his sixth clip. "Well, if we are, we cant take the streets, its too dangerous. Too many of those things out there. They could easily overwhelm us, even if we had a car. No, we need to go another way...mayb underground...."

"The subway!" he said. "We'll see if we can find one, and get ourselves out o here on a 1 way train ride." "Sounds good to me" said sid. Just then there was a loud smack. John looked behind him at the large glass window of the fron of his shop and saw 2...3...4, 4 virus carriers banging on the window. "Get back!" he yelled reaching for his shotgun but the sound of shattering glass distracted him, caused him to hesitate and look what had happened. The 4some had broken though, and had tackled John to the floor. Not before he managed to get a shot off at one of the carriers. He feel to the floor in a screaming fit. He felt pain all over, as the carriers dug their mouths into his limbs and clamped their jaws onto his skin abd muscles. He screamed.

Sid was, scared. Thats all he could say, he was horrified. He was just talking to the man, and now here he was, being eaten alive. But he wasnt going to jsut stand and watch the poor man suffer. He raised his colt, and squeezed off 4 rounds in a rapid succession. All 4 of the carriers were flung back from the firepower. 2 had had their heads blown off form their throats, the other 2 had their collarbones shattered. They slowly stood up. Sid ran over and with the butt of his colt, smashed it into the back of the first virus carriers skull. The other one was fully erect and slowly shambling towards him. He kicked it right in the kneecap, felt it giveaway, and with a wet snap, its leg broke backwards, causing it to fall to its knees. He pointed his colt at its left eye and fired, brainmatter and bits of ones blew out the back. Its right eye was still staring at him, yet as it fell backwards, he saw it was still fixated in the direction it was looking at.

He rushed over to john and kneeled next to the poor man. He checked his throat....there was no pulse....Slowly he stood up. The only live person i find, and now hes dead. He backed up into a corner, fell to his feet, and cried. After about 5 minutes, he got back up and looked over the rest of the supplies in the room. He found a couple boxes of powerbars, mre's, canned foods, soft drinks, water, and medical supplies. He found an old gym bag underneath the cash register and grabbed a couple of mre's and water bottles, as well as some medical supplies, a few more empty magazines, and the rest of the .45 ammo that john had left. He looked around some more, figruing he could take at least another weapon even though he had plenty of firepower for his .45. He found an attachable laser for his colt and decided it might help his aim even more. All there was left was a hunting bow and about 20 or 30 arrows for it. Everything else was useless to him, most of the weapns had no ammo or were just broken. John's shotty was empty. So he took the bow and the arrows. Of course, he had learned how to use it from his grandfather, Leaping Wolf, when he was a child. His grandfather knew he had potential at being a natural Blackfoot, and he even believed him, until he was ridiculed at school about it. Soon after his parents had preferred him to focus moreon school instead of his background. But his grandfather still believed that he could still become a skilled blackfoot hunter.

After he filled the bag, he left as quickly as he could out the back door, he didnt want to be around when john "woke up". plus he couldnt go out the front door, there might be more of them. He continued on down the alleyway, his .45 slowly searching the area around him. He passed what looked like a basketball court to his right and saw a parked news van in front of him with its tires slashed. Oh well, he thought, the court's locked, might as well go the other way. And with that he climbed over the van. When he was on the other side, he took a look at his surroundings. Most of the power on this block was out. Everything else was illuminated by either burning fires or the moon. From what he could see, he was on Heavens Gate's mainstreet. A place he didnt really want to be on. So he headed east, towards the neares subway station he could remember.

He could smell them before they could come out. Soon after he heard their footsteps, their slowly dragging feet, their moans, their.....gasping....And then, all of a sudden, he was scared again. He was horrified just like he was at the gunshop. Oh no, he thought, this was a bad mistake, theyre gonna surround me, i cant see ANYTHING! this is bad, y did i come this way???nothing, i dont see them, i cant SEE ANYTHING!!! he began to panic. A black, curvey figure that seemed to twitch made its way to him. He could see its blank white eyes in teh moonlight and the fires burning. He could see its left ear was missing. He heard its deep gurgling gasp come out of its throat. He raised the .45 and fired into its black menacing face. He couldnt tell if he killed it but he heard the splat of bodily matter hitting the ground. The flash from his muzzle revealed a sight to him that looked like hell. Within that fraction of a second, that short burst of light revealed dozens, maybe even hundreds, of dead looking, virus carriers. All of them staring at him. He ran in the only direction that looked clear. He ran away, away from "the crowd". He would not end up like the others he had seen before who had been consumed by the crowd.

Far off in the distance he heard screaming which was then cut short by loud bursts of automatic fire. What was that about? he thought. Soldiers, the Army! Maybe there was help, and maybe it was already here! He began heading towards the direction of the gunfire. Even if it was SWAT or police survivors from the other night, he wouldnt care. At least it was someone who might be able to help him out. His joy was unfortunatley stomped on when he heard a blood curdling bellow from something that wasnt at all human. It came from the same place as the gunfire he had heard. He stopped and listened for anything else. Just then he heard a dull tck tck tck tck coming from in front of him. He stared at the darkness and heard a low growl that was joined by two others. The growl sounding familiar, sounding like it belonged to.......a roitweiller. Oh no, he thought, now im going to be killed by some puppies? He waited in silence. Maybe he could calm them down if he moved back slowly. Then one of thm stepped into the moonlight and he realized that he wasnt going to be able to calm any of them. They were all rotting to the core, flesh sloughing off their bones, one of them had no jaw. The other was missing an eye. They lunged at him. He ran.......



wow, took me a while but i didnt wanna stop. nikku, u sure you want the whole world infected now?

This post has been edited by **[STARS]**BrasileiroSk8r on January 15, 2006 07:31 am

KK...here's mah info:

Name: Sergeant Jack Curtis
Job: ACT AFP Special Operations Team (In short, Australian Special Forces)
Age: 27
Character Description: 5'11; stocky build; calm, controlled, even in stressful situations; a born leader
Bio: Was born in Melbourne, Australia, and moved to Sydney after his decision to join the army. Has been a member of the armed forces since the age of 18, and has, up until this point, had a fairly quiet career. Was recently transferred to Special Forces, and was dispatched with a squad pursuing a plane loaded with drugs being smuggled out of the country - headed for America...

Jack Curtis

The helicopter pursued the small plane, going much faster than most people would expect from a chopper loaded with fully outfitted soldiers. Curtis held onto a hand strap, his M4 carbine dangling from its sling, taking an occasional look to see if they were getting closer to the plane.

"So, Sergeant," the corporal in the seat nearest him said. "When we catch up with these people, what're we meant to do?"

Curtis fixed the corporal with a Look. "What do you think we're going to do?"

"I don't see why they didn't send the air force after these guys," a soldier near the back of the plane said. "I mean, what're we going to do, lean out the side and tell 'em to pull over?"

"No. We lean out of the side, and shoot them down."

There was silence in the back of the chopper.

"That has to be the most stupid thing I've ever heard," the corporal said. "Whoever suggested the air force was smart. What the hell are we doing out here?"

Curtis had to agree with that. What was the point of sending a helicopter after a plane?

"Sergeant!" the pilot shouted. "Radio!"

Curtis went into the cockpit, and picked up the radio. "Sergeant Curtis, receiving!" he said.

"Have you apprehended the smugglers yet?" his CO asked.

"We are still pursuing them, sir, but they're going to run into international waters before we get into range, and we can't follow them outside of Australian territory."

"It doesn't matter. Follow them."

"I'm sorry?"

"Don't be sorry, just follow them! Over and out."

Curtis put the radio back, and looked down at the GPS screen. They would be leaving Australian territory very soon. "Want me to turn back now?" the pilot asked. "We could easily say we ran out of fuel."

The sergeant hesitated, and looked at the plane ahead of them. "No," he said. "Keep going."

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Several hours later, he was beginning to regret that decision.

"We're running out of fuel!" the pilot shouted. "Get your parachutes, people, we might be bailing from this chopper anytime soon."

Everyone grabbed a parachute, and readied it. "Are we going to shoot them down?" the corporal asked. "Because if we're not, this has to have been the most pointless mission ever."

"I'll second that," Curtis muttered, pulling on his parachute. He went to the cockpit, and picked up the radio. "Do the Americans know we're on our way?"

"Yeah, I did that already," the pilot said. He turned to Curtis. "What was the point in this? We're not equipped for chasing aircraft. Why did we end up chasing one across the Pacific Ocean?"

"Something I'm going to find out when we get back," Curtis replied, handing the pilot a parachute.

The plane ahead of them suddenly started to slow down. "That's not good," the corporal said from the back.

"Shut up and get a sniper up here," Curtis ordered.

A sniper rifle was handed to the sergeant. He took aim, and fired a shot into the plane's fuel tank. "Nice shot!" the pilot said. "Now we've got a massive hole in the windscreen!"

The plane ahead of them suddenly exploded, sending bits of plane everywhere - including through the helicopter. "BAIL OUT!" Curtis shouted, running and hurling himself out of the helicopter.

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When Curtis came around, he found himself on a beach. His parachute was draped over him. "Christ, that hurt," he mumbled, feeling his ribs. He hadn't pulled the parachute until the last possible moment, and ended up hitting the sand very hard.

None of his team was in sight. They must have gone down with the chopper, he thought, taking the parachute off his back.

It was getting dark. He needed to find somewhere to rest - or even better, find somewhere to get a lift back to Australia. He slung his rifle over his back, and set out up the beach.

Carl Madarang


Warehouse 7:24AM

Carl awoke to a thundering crash. He bolted upright reaching for his M16. Everyone else was also awake.

"What the fuc.." Benson yawned.

There was a screeching sound and another crash. Carl walked toward the sound. It was the Warehouse door. It was bent in, like a high speed car had hit it. There was another crash and the whole door blew in. Kyle was unfortunatelly standing near the door as one of the dorr's bolts flew toward him. It cleanly decapitated him. The creature that Carl had seen kill the CyberTech soldiers came in. It went over to Kyle's dead body and evoured it whole.

"Jesus Christ!!!!! Benson yelled. He ran to the overseers office.

Sean started firing his gun at him, everyone else followed suit. The creature squeled and raised it's one long arm to block its face. It ran toward Lars and backhanded him, sending him toward a stack of crates.

"Lars!" Kristen screamed, firing her Five-Seven at the creature.

Carl remebered seeing something on the creatures back last night. Something fleshy and pink... an exposed organ.

"Lindsay!!! There's an exposed organ on his back!!!"

Lindsay nodded she ran toward the creature holding both her handguns in her hands. The creature swung one of its hands at her. Lindsay rolled forward, barelly missing the arm, but that's where everything went wrong. It brought it's arms back hitting her in the back. She sprawled forward, hitting the ground. The creature turned its back to the group and impaled Lindsay with one of its claws. Carl fired at the exposed organ and it's exploded; sending yellow fluid everywhere. The creature fell to the ground, dead, Lindsay was still stcuk on one of its claws. Carl ran to her dropping at her side.

"Shi... shit.." she whispered, coughing blood out onto the pavement floor.

Carl held her hand until she died. Lars walked over to Carl.

"Sir, i'm sorry to have to say this. But you fucked up for the last time! First you got David killed, now Lindsay and Kyle! Well i'm not going to follow you anymore. Anyone who wants to come with me.... come over here..." Lars said facing the others.

Everyone was speechless.

"Sean?"

Sean looked away.

"Kristen? Tiffany? Fine... I see..." Lars slung his rifle over his shoulder and walked out the broken warehouse door.

Carl looked down at Lindsay. Benson opened the overseer's office door and stepped outside. He saw Lindsay's dead body and gasped.

"Holy shit!!!!" he said. "look guys... i'm sorry... I just don't handle well in these situations... where's Lars?" Nobody answered him.

Carl saw Kristen walk over to Kyles dead body. Poor girl, he was the only person she knew. Carl cleared his throat.

"Alright guys, well it's obvious we can't stay here."



This post has been edited by DeathNova on January 15, 2006 10:11 pm

Bart Simpson



Matt quietly said: We should get to my mansion, it got over 7000 employees, 6000 security, 73 workers, 475 501st Leagion Members (from Star Wars Battlefront 2)

And over 164520000 Medieval Age Swords and Bows and Shields.

But really, it wasnt really a mansion, it had a length of 2000000000000 ft and 2000000000000 ft of the height with over 72 Sections/Areas and had 82 of the same building but there was 700000000000000000000000000000647 houses.

Bart screamed: CUCAMUNGA! and then there was a Echo.



Seeming Random, Star Wars came to earth. It was 2 vs 1 thtere was the Rebels and Republic vs the Empire. The republic won and came with the survivors.


Suddendly, a man with his ribs sticking out with afro hair and a headcrab on his face came and said " Haaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiii!" but it was Afro Zombie! (a very friendly and funny zombie made in to a comic at PHWOnline) with his ribs holding a lightsaber(note 1)



They went to the airport with the republic of 3 people getting on but they got in before the door shut. However, afro zombie just...froze.

We thought that one of those things bit him so we turned our heads around and thought ???? as we heard footsteps. Something got in but it was coke, but Afro Zombie LEAPED towards the spilling coke and gobbled it.

7 Days Later, we got to the island and it was beautiful. 5 days later at 5:43 AM matt woke bart up and told him to get out of here, those things are coming.


Bart:alone?
Matt: no. ill be with you but others are coming, there are 10 longbowmen, and 24 Long Swordsmen, now lets go.


Note1: If you didnt get the point, its supposed to be random.

tony goodman, your messing up the story... Longswords man? Starwars characters?! WTF?! It isnt Starwars or MEDival times...

And, that "Mansion" is over 5 miles long...

This post has been edited by Nikku on January 16, 2006 03:14 am

TonyGoodman please leave if your gonna mess around.

Sorry, this is when they leave the island and get back to america but the others die but matt will still have the sword cuz thats the only weapon hes got.

The other things are:

Ghosts

Betrayal


Bart Simpson



They were going through the forest with Matt taking his sword out and cutting the leaves to make a pathway. They heared a scream from behind but it sounded strange. The wind breezed heavily and something was moving through the trees, it was a dog. But, the dog leaped at the Long Swordsman and ripped his skin off, the dog was inside his body crunching the bones and eating the flesh. Other wolfs (not zombie dogs and not zombie wolfs) came to eat the flesh as well as a archer HAD GOT HIS FACE ripped off and the others died but Matt was a skilled Marksman as he learned how to handle a sword by using a toy one and he cut 7 wolfes in half and the last wolf leaped on Bart but bart kicked him away and the wolf vanished and steam went into the air(ghost). we saw a zombie attacking another zombie(betrayal) and went another way. 8 days later, we were back at america. We took a vent and we landed out of a vent and saw a survivor. We asked his name and he said Carl Madarang. He said that 4 peoplee left him and that he is alone because he accidentaly got 3 people killed called

David
Lindsay
Kyle

and that Sean, Tiffany and Kristen went with Benson but we decided to join him.



Im with you now, DeatNova. Is that Okay?