Mustering an army up? Ok. I'll take note of this, but for now don't mess with teh agency... still during that time, Dark Ops leadership was still underway.
Do note though, many many Black Ops took the Dark Ops side...(take out ops )

Rufus Stockton
Time and Date: January 6th, 2008, 7:57 PM
Weather: Rain

We walked, and walked... the sky was a bit grey, with rainfall, perfect enough to create a gloomy scene. Death was in the air, and as we walked, we heard a few voice sounds of those zombies.

This was the time I got sad...
First, I've lost a close comrade, Bryan. In fact, I lost many people. Those who tirelessly served by my side...

And now, I remember my brother. He worked in the Agency... I wonder what has happened to him. With no chance to radio for help, I could not know. I have lost too many.
Now, I don't even know what I'd do with this young girl. She looks like a teenager, probably thinking about her losses as well. We both walked, both sad, but still holding on.

I still have a mission at hand. I still have to save survivors, like this person here. I could not forget my main mission.


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Bryan Furlin
Time and Date: January 6th, 2008, 7:39 PM
Weather: Heavy Rain

We were back again to the place we were before, where that man Vince got killed...

I was infected. Rufus already understands. I've got a whole bunch of rage, still not let out.

"Run." I told both.

"No, we'll fight till the very end." replied the old man.

Rufus, like a figure of a leader to me... I cannot let him die here.
"I'm infected... I'm going to die anyway. You guys still have a life to live... after all, you need to rescue that girl."

Rufus looked at me for a second. Looked at my white-ish eyes. I am losing sight after all, but I didn't care. It's my time to die.

They ran, far from here. Back to where Vince was taken away. I salute them.

The moment of my death is soon to come. The virus... it is building up more rage. It wants me to give in, let that rage go. I could've been one of these zombies by now.

I thought of the memories, the things I was to leave behind.

My young sister. I've looked up to her when she was rejected by my parents... I guess she'll be alone now. I've had too much memories with her that I couldn't let go. Couldn't help but drop some tears.
And, my girlfriend. Another precious woman in my life. She won't be seeing me anymore. Take care of her, Beatrice. I won't see you both anymore.

The Revenants stood there... there were the skulls, and a mix of some zombies. It's as if they didn't want to attack me.

I felt a little weak, and I couldn't.... help my eyes .... they closed by themselves......


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There was a small pause of Bryan's death. The monsters thought they have won themselves a meal, until Bryan stood up once again.

His eyes, full white. He acted human, still... but he was not able to talk. He could not hold his rage any longer.

He ran to a nearby Revenant, and crushed its head. The monsters hissed, some retreated to their instincts. They started attacking the infected Bryan.
Bryan killed them murderously, no idea of what he's really doing. He had such amazing strength and stamina..

He got down to just a couple of undead with his own, beat-up hands. He killed the remaining in an instant.

It was unbelievable. Was this the cause of his blood?
He was able to create a hybrid virus, all ending up into a raging warrior who is capable of killing its own kind.

Bryan fell to the ground instantly, this time entering eternal slumber.


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Oh and one note Neal, don't let that Army make a super huge effect on the RP. We might go further than you are going. Maybe that Army can be for your own sake... make sure not to take out every Dark Ops. Thanks.

This post has been edited by iliketoblowzombieheadsoff on February 29, 2008 02:07 am

Robert Duylon
Time and Date: January 6th, 2008, 7:23 PM
Weather: Thunderstorm

I spun around, looking for the source of the moan as I aimed the desert eagle. We had been walking for awhile, and we hadn't heard anything. Now it seemed things were catching up with us. I searched for any undead, but the fact that there were no lights, it was getting dark, and the fact that it was raining really messed with his vision.


There were maons coming from all directions it seemed, and that wasn't good. I looked around. There was only two roads and one alley they could come from, but they only had two people. Suddenly a zombie stumbled from the alley, heading straight for us. I put him down with a single shot to the head. Undead started pouring out from all three entrances. "I dont think we have enough ammunition!" I yelled at Sam, then started firing. Taking down 5 with a full clip. I reloaded, emptying another clip into the horde, then shook my head as I realized we werent making it out of this. I looked towards Sam, who was crouching behind a husk of a car, and grinned, then reloaded again, leaning against the car." Ya know, Sam, this really sucks..."


There was a quiet for a second, even the zombies seeming to stop making that ceaseless groaning, before a great racket of noise went up, hundreds bullets flying into the air. I ducked, hiding behind the car as bullets whizzed by, smacking into all three clumps of undead, two large humvees running through one of the groups of zombies, crushing them to death. Real death, not undeath...


In seconds, all the zombies had been killed, mutilated corpses covering the street. I looked towards our saviors, two men getting out of each of the humvees. I glanced over our cover to get a look at them, sighing with relief as I saw they were Army. I motioned to Sam to stay there, then hopped over our cover, walking towards them. I stopped as they all aimed their rifles at me. "Um... I'm with you'll.." The one in front grinned, then shook his head." You people are so stupid." They all walked back to their trucks, hopping and starting to drive off." Hey, you bastards! Where are you going?!" I fired at the back of the veichles, swearing at them as they turned a corner. Two seconds later, a group of twenty revenant came from the same corner, running towards us." You have got to be kidding me!" I ran back to the cover, firing back at the running undead, and grabbed Sam, dragging her into a nearby building.


I shouldered open the door, taking little time to survey our surroundings. It looked like a living room. I closed the door,locking it, and grabbed a nearby couch, dragging it infront of the door. I set a TV ontop of it, followed by a few chairs. I stopped, staring at the make-shift barricade, and sighed, sitting down on the wooden floor. I looked around the room. There used to be four chairs, a big TV, and a couch, which was now shoved up against the door. There was a door leading off into another room, and then another open door, leading into stairs. I looked over at the front door as one of the undead slammed into it, the barricade staying where it was, then leaned against the green wall. Good thing this place didn't have any windows down here.
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Primary Objective: Keep Sam safe
Secondary Objective: Find out who the soldiers were.
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Aye, but these black ops, and I'm not talking hundreds, there were enough in the area that they forced the dark ops out, but most of them died in the attempt. There are only 3 apcs, a tank, that helicopter, and 2 jeeps.
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Neal Ovdensson
Date and Time: January 7th, 2008 7:30 AM
Weather: raniy

I woke up and looked over at Lizzy. She was still asleep, so I stepped out for a bit. I took my coat with me. (note to self: Apologise to Lizzy, but do it later.) I was surprised at the speed with which the survivors had fabricated this veritable fortress. I chatted with a few pf the survivors, and a black ops soldier named Scott. Scott was a nice guy, but I could tell he wasn't cut out for this sort of warfare, he was just too soft-hearted. I walked away from him as he kneeled to help a little girl put a bandage on her scraped knee. I looked over at the fence, and we could see the horde sprinting, loping, shuffling, and shambling over to us. The first shots rang out, and mothers ran with their children over to the far side, it was their only exit, and they left their in the black ops trucks, and in my truck, Lizzy still sleeping inside. I had moved her to the back and held her hand until she fell back asleep, I didn't have the heart to tell her that I wouldn't let her be here, fighting against this tide of monsters. Scott walked up next to me and grinned. I could see in his eyes that he was nervous. I ran over to the front gate (through the other three layers.) I stuck my rifle through the fence and fired it, fountaining a Hulk's head. The draugr all reached the fence first, clanging and clawing at the metal wall. Machine gun fire ripped into the draugr, snapping spines, ripping through limbs, and severing heads. The numbers kept increasing when twelve draugr lept over the fence and ran screaming into the machine gunners. I swung a fire axe and chopped off the head of one. two ran at me and had their heads blown off by a shotgun. Lars had made his way into the fight. Lugar fired his m16 and shattered a revenant's ribcage, spilling out its organs. The draugr(plural) ripped through the fence and poured in like water through a dam. We seemed to have more kills than bullets, but it was not to much avail as, for every one killed, there seemed to be three more. More and more bullets poured through, and more and more draugr and revenants poured in. Soon the action degenerated into machete warfare. We were fighting a losing battle. I crushed more skulls than I could count, but it wasn't enough. Lugar fought a revenant with a knife, and got bitten in the process. He finally decapitated it, and after he recited the lord's prayer, he had Lars blow off his head. Scott seemed to be a whole different person. He raked through the undead horde with a .50 caliber machine gun. When he ran out of ammo, he began swinging a broadsword, killing zombies left and right. When I saw his eyes, they showed the glow of a man made insane and deranged by carnage. The slower zombies finally made it to the fence and ripped their way in. The hulks were the easiest targets, so the machine guns went after them, effectively ending their charge before it even started. The draugr(plural) still posed the most threat, as they began to pick up the machetes and guns and return fire on us. I was surrounded by draugr when, flames began to blow through their ranks. I still had the wherewithall to push my way through without being clawed or bitten. I saw a man wearing a Zero hoodie using a flamethrower on the slower zombies. I found a clip on the ground. *gasp* It fits in my Mac10. *double gasp* next to it I found a crate with more clips and another mac10. I loaded up mine and grabbed the other. I turned toward the zombies and fired both mac10s at head level. I brought down a good fifteen zombies before I needed to reload. I stuffed all of my coat pockets with clips and a nearby .357 Desert Eagle. I fired again, knocking through more zombies. A draugr lunged at me, bringing me to the ground. I fired a shot between his eyes and his blood got in my mouth. No! I've come so far, I can't become one of them! I had so much to live for! I emptied more rounds into the mob, whose numbers had become less than one fifth of what they were. A tank rolled by, and gunther jabbed me in the neck with a syringe with red liquid and a label that said "anti-draugr." I glared at him, and jumped onto the roof of the tank. I looked into the mob and saw that another group of people were behind them. Each one of them was armed with a minigun, and they ruthlessly tore through the horde. the zombies nearest to them turned on them. It didn't take long for the draugr(plural) to ovrtake them. That brave bunch was meer bones in less than a minute. the tank fired its cannon and plowed through the line. I looked at the number of those fighting and was distraught, were there were hundreds, there were only a couple handfuls. I wondered, how many loved ones would never be seen again... would I ever see lizzy again?... I slapped myself and shouted "Men, those of you who want to flee, I don't blame you! I know I'm not your leader, but if you want to make flight, I give you MY leave!" No one faltered, and I smiled. I wouldn't have listened to me either. THe fighting had been raging for over 7 hours, according to my watch. (wait, do I really have time for that?) I fired once more into the mob, killing more zombies. Only one tenth of the zombie remained, and only fifteen of the survivor, and thirty of the fifty Black Ops were alive. I jumped off of the tank and grabbed a machine gun. I fired into the zombies, hoping to draw them to me. The faster zombies had all been killed, now all that remained were the average, yet still deadly, regular kind. After another few minutes, the final zombie was decapitated. All four walls had fallen, all but twelve of the fighting survivors (Mikail, Gunnar, Nikolai, Andrew, Spike, Stacey, Heather, Derrick, Austin, Danielle, Ralph, and Savanah) and twenty nine black ops soldiers (including Scott and Lars) survived. We made our way on foot to go see our loved ones. The leader of the surviving black ops, and of the survivers were killed and turned. I was elected the new leader. and mayor... oddly enough. wow, postal worker to mayor in only a day, things seem to be looking up for me. We made it to the camp. we saw a few men in biker getups harrassing the ones at our camp. I rushed their and opened fire on their lot. They all returned it, but their bullets seemed to refuse to touch me. I fired clip after clip afterclip after clip into them, until they were all dead (I had help of course) I saw a man with a mohawk on the ground. He said "Alroyt now, let's not beh 'aysty." I unloaded both mac10s into him. Everything about how he looked made me want to scream. I then proceed to rip open his chest and tear put his stillbeating heart. I looked at it. *thum-thump* *thum-thump* and ate it. The others looked at me and lars shook his head. He walked over to me. "Neal, get some sleep! You look like death took a shit in hell." I saw my reflection, blood caking my hair. Splattered all over my favorite shirt, my trench coat... everywhere, even my face. I walked into a building where some of the guards who escorted the other survivors were. All but one of them had been hurt by those thugs. I saw Lizzy tending the wounded. She looked at me, probably not realising who I was at first, then back at one of the guards. She slowly raised her head and ran over to me, tackling me down to the ground. Apparently, these "Thugs" had tried to take away the women and children. I heard about their nearby camp. Using people like objects, it made me want to throw up. I would go and see if i was still standing, then raze it to the ground. I tought that, but Lizzy made me promise her I'd get some sleep first. She then slapped me in the face. "Why did you ditch me?" I looked at her. "I didn't want you getting hurt. I almost became a draugr during the fight, although I think I still have some of the benefits. I ra faster and jumped higher that I could before." Lizzy looked at me, concern evident in her face. "How did you keep from turning?" "It was Gunter! He saved me at the last second." Lizzy and I walked over to a cot outside of the building. I laid down and took off my coat, and lizzy sat down in a chair next to me. She put her head down on my chest, and fell asleep almost instantly. I ran my fingers through her hair for a bit, then went out like a light.

This post has been edited by Neal Ovdensson on March 03, 2008 09:59 pm

Ow. Please use more spaces, much more easy on the eyes Neal. Other than that it's fun to see how it all goes. Perhaps I'll make my own guy later.

I look foward to it. <(*-*<) <(*-*)> (>*-*)>

- Name: Scott McCormic
- Age: 19
- Gender: male
- Occupation: Black Ops Infantry
- Nationality: American / Irish
- Bio: Not much to say, your archetypical greenhorn and nice guy. That is... until put under stress, then he snaps and becomes a completely different person.

Body:
- Facial Appearance: Green eyes, and a nose ring
- Hair: Redish brown
- Skin: white
- Height: 5'7"
- Weight: 135lbs

Weapons and Equipment:
- Primary: M16
- Secondary: .357 Desert Eagle
- Melee: Broadsword emblemished with a griffon, and a crowbar
- Explosives: none
- Armour: Black Ops Standard Issue: Dragonskin
- Clothing: Black Ops uniform
- Equipment: Medkit, plyers, crowbar (it's technically equipment, as well as a weapon)

Ohhh, hey new guy.
For neal, that is.

Sorry guys for not checking up on the RP, my IE is acting like an idiot and firefox wasn't launching...

For now, when I got time, I'll check up on your RPs.

Oh, and Viking, I'm glad you love it. Just love hearing people praise our RP. Especially from a great writer like you

[/da truth]

This post has been edited by iliketoblowzombieheadsoff on March 04, 2008 06:02 am

Sorry 'bout not posting in a while, but I've been really sick lately. Rest assured though, I'll be back by wednesday with new material from a sort of "outbreak journal" I've been writing, but I'll be putting that in a different section. Oh, and my character in this story will also be back.

Yeah me too, I promised to read your RPs but I'm getting a bit too lazy...
I'll get to it when I'm truly in the mood. Right now I'm not.

Robert Duylon
Time and Date: January 6th, 2008, 7:29 PM
Weather: Thunderstorm


I leaned off the wall, checking to make sure the barricad would hold, then moved up the stairs, motioning Sam to follow. As I got to the top, I peeked around the corner. A hallway stood in front of me, two doors leading away from it. I inched my way down the hall, observing the pictures up on the wall. I peeked into the first room. All it was was an empty bathroom. I continued down towards the second door, rounding the corner and sweeping the room with the Desert Eagle.



There were two people in the room, one was draped against the large bed in the middle of the room. It was a woman, dressed in a pair of pink bunny PJ's, soaked with blood. Part of her head was missing where several bullets had ripped a large chunk of flesh and brain away.


The second person was sitting in a chair a few feet away, a portion of his right arm chewed off. He sat with his head hanging down, a Glock dangling from his left hand. I walked over to him, prodding him lightly with the barrel of the Deagle. He fell back, blood dripping from his mouth into his lap. There was a bullet hole square in the middle of his forehead, a long line of blood running from the hole to his chin, staining his dark blue T-shirt, a large I dominating the front. " Poor bastard.." I muttered.


Sam walked into the room, shaking her head as she saw the two bodies. " Poor guy must have killed himself after having to shoot his loved one.." I nodded, the glared at the door as a loud crash resounded through the building, followed by a loud moan. " Oh crap." I glanced around for a means of escape, noticing a window on the other side of the room. " Sam, get that window open." I ran over to the door, shoving it closed and locking it. I dragged the woman off the bed, dropping her on the man, and began to drag the bed to the door.


"I got it open!" Sam shouted, and I nodded. "Help me with this, Sam." She hurried over, helping me push the bed up against the door, moments before something crashed into it. I ran over to the window, looking out. " Ain't that far of a drop. " I looked around for any undead, but saw nothing but corpses and empty cars. " We gonna have to jump." I said to Sam, and she nodded, then I slid out the window as once again the undead slammed into the door. I jumped down, landing on the concrete and stumbling fowards to land facefirst on the asphalt." Ow..."


I stood up, looking up to see Sam hanging her head out the window. "Jump!" She nodded, then dragged her feet out, looking behind her as there was a loud snap. " Oh shi-!"She jumped down, landing akwardly on her legs. She flailed her arms as she tried to keep her balance, then fell fowards. I leaned fowards, catching her and helping her up. She nodded her thanks, then looked up as a Revenant looked glared down at us from the open window.


" Screw you too, Skull-head." I muttered, then began running down the sidewalk, Sam close behind, glancing behind us to make sure nothing was following. Soon, about a dozen revenants rounded the corner, sprinting after us." Aw crap..." I muttered, then put on a burst of speed, followed closely by Sam.



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Primary Objective : Get away from the Revanants and keep Sam safe
Secondary Objective: Find other survivors


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POST YOU FOOLISH DAEMONS! NOW! I DEMAND YOU TO POST! SOMETHING FOR THE RP! IT SHALL NOT DIE, YOU HEATHENS!

Heyheyhey, I'm here for my STORIES:


Rufus Stockton
Time and Date: January 6th, 2008, 8:02 PM
Weather: Rain

As we wandered off, we felt much sadness.
Water kept on dripping from our soaked clothes, and we felt cold... but we did not care. The force of sadness is strong that it blinded my senses, and probably my little companion. We walk under a cloudy sky, underneath a myriad of stars await to light this dark night. It was hard to think that we're in a violent warzone. Hell, I would call it.... since it was such a beautiful night. Up above we find relief somehow, while we're down below feeling grief and sadness. The calm, soft and cold water from above, dripping on our burdened selves. It does nothing but worsen our feelings... from whom we've lost.

"You've been silent." I said aloud, to the civillian I am trying to save.
"... I'm sorry.. too much had been going on." she replied. It was the first time I heard her voice. So solid, yet so sweet. Reminds me of my daughter.
"I've lost my parents.... my neighborhood went down in flames... now I witness countless killings."
"It's hard to take it all in, especially in a situation like this."
"Yeah..."

We were walking through a small hidden alley, far from that warehouse where lush grass and nature surrounded it. No corpse was bound to notice us.

Tall street-lamps lightened our way, creating an orange atmosphere. This alley's untouched from all that violence.

The girl sat down for a bit, covering herself up. I had to stop myself..

"Don't worry, once I get you out of here, I'll send you to my daughter and she'll take care of you. We'll have a vacation after this."

A slight pause.

Her face turns to mine.
"Thank you."

I layed my hand out, picking her up and resuming our journey.

"We should enjoy this silent hour as much as possible, for we'll go back to violence soon..."
She looked pretty down after I said this.
"I'm sorry but... it's the way it is."



OBJECTIVES:
Primary: Take the civillian to the nearest extraction point.
Secondary: Resume the search for Kuzuke and Migell.

YAY! YOU POSTY!*CLAP CLAP!* Now, you others... POST!

- Name: Kyle Katarn
- Age: 18
- Gender: male
- Occupation: AMF Bowling Alley.
- Nationality: Australian
- Bio: Grew up in Pymble, NSW. Once, at the age of 13, he got a huge scar across his hands that have strengthened him. Nice person.

Body:
- Facial Appearance: Blue Eyes, beard that goes from his hair and forms a goatee at his chin. Brown coloured.
- Hair: black
- Skin: white
- Height: 6'4
- Weight: 226Lbs

Weapons and Equipment:
- Primary: None
- Secondary: .357 Desert Eagle
- Melee: Knife
- Explosives: None
- Armour: None
- Clothing: AMF Bowling Alley Uniform
- Equipment: Medkit



So... do i make his story? Start it? Or does someone else start it?

Hoooooold on bud, I have not the time so I will entrust Xemo or anyone else for this.
Right now it will be in complete halt... sorry.


Rufus Stockton
Time and Date: January 6th, 2008, 8:18 PM
Weather: Rain

Finally, she agreed. We got back to our bloody journey.

From what I remember, an extraction point from here is not too far..
"Just follow me. Try to keep up.."

It wasn't too far. Although, I could see a handful of Dark Ops scattered... they've massacred the zombies roaming there. Oh, they're in current assault with them.

I asked the civillian to hide, and not let anyone find her. She seemed to follow.

Now, I loaded my crossbow, and looked for the nearest target... one that was shooting a zombie.
I quickly put him to rest, getting the attention of a few more. Dammit..

I remained hidden, until two of the Dark Ops came to my spot. They did not know I was there. I violently shot one Dark Ops and quickly stabbed the other one with my knife. Both fell quick...
Now, the Dark Ops had encountered a new enemy... what the, an armed Civillian?
I remained at my post, an alley, and waited for the civillian. He kept shouting as he shot his gun, which was an automatic gun. He had probably killed all of them.
"C'mon!!!!! Is this it?!!" he shouted. He sounded like a madman.
"Too easy for a serial killer... WHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" he continued. I caught a small glimpse of him. He was middle-aged, wearing a vest and carrying a light-machinegun. Looked like Rambo, but serial killer style. I'd have to aim his head.. but I'm too open. I waited. From the footsteps I heard, he just kept on walking and walking. Hey, didn't my companion hide here? I think I hear her...

She started moving, probably... no! She's going to distract the killer!! I didn't know what to do. I shot an arrow nearby to get the attention of the killer, but he did not seem to get it. Instead, he found her!!
"Hey, where ya off to, zombie?!"
His attention's diverted, I'm sure. I loaded an arrow to my crossbow, and aimed at the killer. He was getting ready to shoot... but I shot him first. A loud thud, and no more problems.

"Next time, don't run off like that." I said to the girl.
"You had to kill him." she said childishly.

We continued our journey again and this time, getting lucky.

I see a squad of Black Ops already having a few survivors, and a helicopter.

OBJECTIVES:
Primary: Get the Civillian to the extraction point ASAP.
Secondary: Resume the search for Kuzuke and Migell.

Lars Mikkonen
Date and time: January 7th, 2008 1:17 PM
Weather: rainy

I had led six of us to the gate of the camp. (Neal, Scott, Lizzy, Derrick, Gunnar, and Mikhail) We slunk toward the gate when Mikhail dashed around a corner and blazed both pistols into the unsuspecting guards. He rolled under the access bar and holstered his Desert Eagle, then his Glock 18c. Guards rushed at him, armed with Black jacks and knives. Mikhail drew a dagger from his sleeve and began carving into the runners. As they gained the upper hand, Lizzy, Scott, and Neal laid down suppressive fire. I shattered the access bar with my shoulder and rushed at the guards. They seemed overwhelmed by the sudden firepower. I killed the first with a shot to the head from my SPAS12, and the next two died from the same shot. Gunnar shuffled in, left arm missing at the elbow. He pointed at a tower, and I immediately saw a man reloading a sniper rifle, but almost in the same instant, Neal Felled him with a single round from his M195. More guards began to attack, now armed with Benali's and various pistols. All of us fired upon them, but Derrick took a round to the head. He died instantly. Gunnar went down next, courtesy of a round to the chest. The guards had been severely reduced, and most of them retreated to their main building. Those that did not were killed quickly. We went from building to building, stopping at each one to divide looted weapons amongst the survivors, the majority of which took their own lives with them. I couldn't help but wonder what went on here. We reached the last and central building in the compound, and Mikhail kicked in the door. He entered, pouring shots into the room with a newly acquired Mp6. By the time any of us had entered, there was not a soul left alive. Of the survivors that were alive during our raid, only thirty remained. Those that did spoke of their daughters and wives being passed around like objects, and done with what the directors saw fit. I saw two of the guards were still alive. Neal grabbed one and gutted him like a trout, spewing norwegian swear words and shouting "was it worth it?" as he did so. He didn't stop mutilating the man until he was pulled off by Scott, Lizzy, and Mikhail. Mikhail was to have the other. What HE did to that man... to this day I can't talk about it. We all left the camp through the entrance, taking the survivors with us. Lizzy was leaning against Neal who was trembling with rage. He had his victem's severed head held by a chain slung over his shoulder. What the fuck is wrong with that man? We walked back to the camp and seperated, Scott leading the new members through a bit of... orientation if you will. He showed them all of the facilities and things of that nature. Mikhail Walked to his tent and shut the flap. Neal and lizzy walked into a gazebo-ish office building and went about their business. As for myself, I went and sat down in my tent. I sat for a while and then laid down for a bit. I had a lot on my mind.