true equalizer , i did not know of the domain change
il have to read the last thing i wrote to get back at this.

Gordon Frohman
Time and date: Friday,January 4th,2008 10:25pm
Weather: Windy

We had been driving for some time now, on the way away from the madness of the infected and god-forsaken spit of land.
CJ was sound asleep, lucky him because i have seen sick shit out here, zombies tied to poles, people who hanged themselves with bite-wounds on them, even corpses of small children were around the road.

" CIVILIAN ! turn-over and get out of the car ! " i heard someone shout trough a microphone,
get out of my car ? are they mad ? thats a certain death !






il have to write more later , now i got training

Lol... Am I In the story? Ill recreate myself...

Name: Spike
Weapon: MP2, Knife.
Bio: Grew up in LA. Had a mother and father. Moved to Mecklenburg recently... Has'nt gotten in touch with his family.
Abilities: Good Hearing (Practically means he can hear footsteps), Has high Fatigue (He can still run out), Dodges things, Swift and Deadly with a knife, and Very Accurate with a gun.
What he is like: Puts his life in risk for others.
Equipment: Military Suit (yes, he was in Opposing Force).

Thats all.

Ya know...I really need to check my email more.

RUFUS WILL GO BACK, probably at the afternoon. So, I'll see ya guys! woo!

I don't remember what Robert is doing..

wRITE STORY PLZ.

Gah...Donn!Yea...Just say that the two guys are taking a real long time..

Donn Baker
Time and Date:Friday,January 4th,2008,9:23PM
Weather:40F,Cloudy,heavy rain

I muttered,looking out from the helicopter at the rain."Ugh..Can't it just stay dry?"


I glanced over at my radio as a burst of static came out,along with what sounded like "Oh god help us!" and a bunch of gunfire."What the heck?.."I picked up the radio,frowning."Repeat,please?.."


"Theres this-uge!It just killed Pedro!O-Ah!Get off me!{Gunfire}"

Two of the soldiers came running over,looking down at the radio."Damn.."They shook their heads,letting out small sighs.Suddenly,there was a loud gunshot from closeby.I blinked,looking up at the men."What the?!"

I jumped up,following the two where one of the other soldiers was firing his Desert Eagle point blank into the heavygunners stomach,sending blood flying.The heavygunner just sunk his teeth into the soldiers arm,yanking off a bunch of flesh."Oh god..."One of the men whispered..

All three of us opened fire with M16's,splattering the ground with the zombies insides and sending the zombified soldier falling to the ground,dragging the other soldier with him.The bitten soldier quickly got up,crawling a few feet away.The two soldiers hurried towards him,lifting him up and dragging him towards the helicopter.

I walked towards the downed soldier,shaking my head slightly as I started down at his corpse,getting battered by the rain."Atleast your out of this mess...Maybe I'll find you in the afterlife,eh?"

I sighed slightly,then dragged the mans corpse over to the side of the building,taking his extra pistol clips before shoving him over the side."I really hate this mission..."

I headed back towards the helicopter,looking at the bitten soldier,who was guarded by the other two."You alright?.."He blinked,looking over at me."He told me he was bitten..Said that they'd be able to find a cure..Even joked about it....But.."He sighed,leaning against the wall of the helicopter."I don't want to die..."

"I'm sure theres a cure..."I turned away,picking up my radio.Time to see if Robert was still alive."Robert?Are you there?"

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Crappy,but,hey..

This post has been edited by Xemo on March 18, 2007 03:55 am

That was pretty good.

And can i start my character?

OMG I was supposed to post tomorrow. I am tempted by your works, Gordon and Xemo. RUFUS IS BACK IN ACTION!

Rufus Stockton
Time and Date: Friday, January 4th, 2008, 9:03(from last post of mine)
Weather: 40F cloudy, heavy rain

" You know,I think right now would be a nice time to get that helicopter and head on outta here,don't you agree,Rufus?"
Said Robert to me, after the intense gunfight.
The two young'ns looked stressed.

I replied,
"Hm, yeah--"
Suddenly, a huge shadow passed by and thrusted me, as if with superhuman strength.
Before I knew it, I was separated from Robert and Samantha!

"Damn.... where the am I?"
I asked myself, waking up from the heat. All I can see was fire in the background..

"You are in your death..."
A high pitched, raspy voice said to me.

In front of me stood a tall black figure... I couldn't tell who he was... where am I?..


Objectives Unclear




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Guys, don't try to rescue rufus, I'll think of a way he'll be saved
Forgive me if its too short, I have to do my 2page rough draft essay right now, and its late.

This post has been edited by iliketoblowzombieheadsoff on March 21, 2007 05:33 am

Robert Duylon
Time and date:Friday,January 4th,2008,9:03
Weather:40F F,heavy rain


Rufus was saying something,which sorta sounded like "Hm,yeah" before a shadow suddenly a huge shadow appeared,causing Samantha to scream and stumble backwards.I just blinked in surprise,then Rufus was....Gone.


"What the?...Rufus?!"I yelled,looking around.Nothing.What in the world...Samantha came walking over aiming the Desert Eagle around wild."Look,I know we came to rescue that Rufus guy,but can we please just get out of here?!There's going to be those....zombies swarming this place soon!"


I sighed,staring at her,before finally nodding.Rufus would just have to save his own butt."Ok...Comon..I know how to fly that thing."I hurried to the helicopter,dragging Samantha along with me.Suddenly,she screamed,firing her gun into a nearby ally.I looked over at the ally,and saw that there was a horde of zombies shuffling towards us."Aw crap...Get in!"I hopped into the helicopter and strapped in,followed by Sam.


A moment later,we lifted off,sending the nearest zombies stumbling back as we flew away.The zombies,seeing that their fresh meal had gotten away,looked towards the Zombie Resistance Force soldiers lying around,and went on to having a nice,yummy meal.


"So...where we going?"I blinked at the question."Ah...Hm...Heaven's Gate.Yes.That sounds...good."She nodded,letting out a yawn."As long as I can get a few hours of sleep,I'm fine..."

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There!

have no much in the head atm, had exams so used my story mode there mostly.

Gordon Frohman
Time and date: Friday,January 4th,2008 10:30pm
Weather: Windy

i thought i had lost them, but they were still after me , and they got abit violent.
the gastank almost empty, i juiced the gas left for a while , by driving really fast,
i reckon i was close to heaven's gate when suddenly
" BOOM " there was a explosion up infront , creating a big crater right in the road.
" fuck " i repeatedly thought as we chrashed right into the crater.

"ugh" i moaned as i looked around, CJ was dead , got a big piece of the window in the throat.
i went out of the car, and had some problems walking, i was bleeding from the forehead and had a giant size headache.
i saw lights not far from here, i had reached heavens gate so i went to the closest house there was.
it took me 30 minutes to get there , i got the residents to call a ambulance, the bleeding had gotten really ugly.
" I WARN YOU ! IF YOUR ONE OF THEM IL SHOOT YOUR FRIGGING HEAD OFF ! " one of the resident shouted, scared.
i guess all of the blood on me made them mistake me for a thug from a gang i heared usualy roamed here.

i couldnt care less because a second later i had feinted, the blood loss was too much for me.
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11pm
no objectives for me since im hospitalised

Hey! Can i please have my character in the story? I can be a doctor whos treating you, and an ex-soldier.

fill out these things in the plague most deadly idea page, and il add you with a story

Character Sheet

Profile:
- Name
- Age
- Gender
- Occupation
- Nationality
- Bio

Body:
- Facial Appearance
- Hair
- Skin
- Height
- Weight

Weapons and Equipment:
- Primary (Shotguns, SMGs, Asasult Rifles and Sniper Rifles. No Machine Guns.)
- Secondary (Handguns. You may use two if you do NOT have a primary weapon.)
- Melee (Knives, bats, etc. Don't go overboard.)
- Explosives (Grendes, Stun Grenades, Flares, C4, etc.)
- Armour (You can use chainmail. That is the only heavy armour you may use. Kevlar and helmets are still permitted...)
- Clothing (Simple please...)

This post has been edited by gordon_frohman on March 22, 2007 10:12 pm

Okay guys, for those who have their objectives unclear, you will receive them soon. I finished my project and am back for a bit, but I might not be back for long.

In the mean time, I'll be posting Walther's profile.

Profile:
- Walther Reyes
- 23
- Male
- MCPD Tactical Unit
- African-American/Spanish.
- Was commander of a small group of soldiers before he demoted himself. He now works in the tactical unit as a result, which is a unit of special operatives trained for the most dangerous circumstances, such as critical bomb defusions, heavy armed bank robberies, paranormal breakouts, hostage rescue missions and deep sea operations.

Body:
- Hispanic. Slight trace of a goatee beard.
- Short cut, dark brown.
- Tanned.
- 5'9" (175cm)
- 143 lbs (65kg)

Weapons and Equipment:
- No primary weapons.
- Sig P229
- Telescopic Baton.
- M61 Hand Grenade, Stun Grenade.
- Chainmail-lined Kevlar vest.
- Urban camo shirt, Urban-camo polyester pants.

I'll post his history later.

I think I'm gonna make Robert crash the helicopter into some random building because hes a crappy pilot...Yea..And Zombie Assasin,just dont make him nine years old.I think gordon would freak out if he saw there was a kid trying to operate on him...Oi!Because noone can really talk to Robert or anything...Im gonna post!Wee...And Im bored.


Robert Duylon
Time and Date:January 4th,2008,Friday,9:29Pm
Weather:39F,heavy rain


"Ugh...I cant see in this bloody rain!"I muttered,trying to control the helicopter as we headed towards Heaven's Gate, rain battering the window.Then I looked down,and groaned...It looked like someone had forgot to fill the stupid thing up."Hey,Sam?" "Yeah?" "I'm not sure we can make it all the way to Heaven's Gate..." "What do you mean?" She blinked."Well,someone forgot to refill the gastank, and...Er....There ain't much left."


"Cant we get a bloody break?!" She sighed,restign her head on her knees.We flew in silence for a few minutes,then I blinked,looking down.I was flying low enough to see that we were approaching Heaven's Gate,and I grinned at Samantha."Almost there..."And thats when the gastank decided to empty.I lost control of the Helicopter as it began a downward ascent,heading towards what appeared to be a large convenient store."Hang on!"

A few moments later,the helicopter smashed throguh the stores roof,causing the people inside to scream and begin running around in panic.One woman didn't happen to be so lucky and splattered all over the floor.I happened to have my head smashed against the control panel,or whatever you called it,and promptly fell out of the seat,landing on the helicopters floor,pulling myself up and looking around.Samantha wasn't anywhere in the helicopter.


I stumbled outside,finding Samantha sitting up a few feet away,her hand held up against a large cut that had appeared on her forehead.I hurried towards her,kneeling down."You alright?" She chuckled slightly,looking up at me."Yea...Absolutely perfect.Coulda gave me a better warning,though."I looked up at the sound of approaching sirens."Let's get you to an ambulance,alright?"She nodded,then I helped her up,wincing slightly at the pain in my head.I helped her slowly limp towards the front of the store,where there was a rather large amount of still screaming people trying to get out..


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Ah,yah,sucky,but oh well!Daggonit..I needed to postay

This post has been edited by Xemo on March 23, 2007 12:29 am