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Post by Vito The Don on Apr 23, 2009 18:06:52 GMT -5
"Hey DJ, whats shaking? Turns out trying to blow up a military helicopter pisses them off and they carted me away to some prison. That was until they realized that leaving me in malton would be an even better death sentance." He turns to the newcomer. "Yes, but they are now on fire, and zombies + fire = dead. At least deader. Deadish?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 23, 2009 18:30:04 GMT -5
((OOC: Erhem...Vito. The character running around here is DJSpinbad, or the DJ, if you prefer. Remember?))
The DJ looks up at Sarpek.
"Just toss him down here! I'll let the needle do the catching!"
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Post by Vito The Don on Apr 23, 2009 18:44:19 GMT -5
(((OOC: I haven't the foggiest clue what you're talking about  ))) "Hey anyone know of a place I can find some shotgun shells? I have about 10 left, which equates to .10 seconds of continuos fire with my gun?" |
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 23, 2009 19:18:54 GMT -5
Leon does his best backward shuffle, bumping into the car on the roof as he tries to get away from any of the DJ's ass-reaming, especially after seeing how well it's received by the first victim, er, patient? A few moments later he turns and watches the explosions on the horizon, half-smiling and half-entranced by the pretty colors. The racket of a ridiculously overpowered automatic joins the visual splendor and Leon cocks his head as something about this absurd craziness stirs a memory.
The maniacal laughter pealing away from the driver's side window of a pink PT cruiser draws his gaze to the street and Leon's lips crack as they stretch wide in a zombie grin. "Veeeto-Aaaaargh!" His moment of cheerful recognition turns to a scream of pain as the grenades blind him even from the road. He stumbles backward, begins to fall, and bumps into Noah, falling behind him down the steps and tumbling to the first floor. Broken bones protrude through his pasty skin in a dozen places, but he stands, still blind. A moment later he falls over Noah after the table drops him, and frustration bubbles up through clotted blood in his throat.
He drags himself in a random direction, gnashing his teeth.
"Harman showboats." he mutters, then gives up dragging himself and drops his head to he floor. "Bahzztarz."
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Post by Noah on Apr 23, 2009 19:23:58 GMT -5
Noah feels someone trip over him.
"What the fuck is going on?!"
He half rolls, half crawls across the floor until he gets up against the wall out of the way of stumbling feet. He waits in pain for his eye sight to return. He opens his eyes to dark shadows moving all around him against an even darker background. This was going to be a long night.
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Post by Sarpek on Apr 23, 2009 20:14:17 GMT -5
Sarpek pulls out a clear syringe. "I knew these would come in handy. I synthesized the healing component of a revive syringe, without the bringing back to life part." He injects Leon in the arm. "There you go, old friend."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 24, 2009 19:24:03 GMT -5
Leon rolls onto his back in an attempt to protect his ass, then sees Sarpek has no intention of revivo-sodomy. Thank heavens. He rests and heals, muttering something about creeping rapists with syringes.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 25, 2009 16:08:42 GMT -5
"Hey, Vito! You're free to some of my ammo under my loose floorboard in the bar! It's just right behind the only turntable in that bar! Or at least, what's left of it..."
The DJ looks up to the roof.
"Dang it Sarpek! What's taking so long? This giant needle of mine isn't gonna last forever, now!"
The DJ enters the bar and runs up to the roof, but trips on the stairs. The DJ, gets up, unaware that the giant needle he was carrying has been switched from "Revive Mode" to "Virus Mode". The DJ spots Leon sleeping on the floor.
"This is good. Leon'll never know what hit him!", the DJ thinks to himself.
The DJ creeps over to Leon's side and jabs the needle in Leon's ass.
"Oh shit..."
The DJ just noticed the needle's setting on "Virus Mode".
((OOC: Heh. Superzombies again, anyone?))
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Post by Noah on Apr 25, 2009 17:00:31 GMT -5
Noah is curled up in a fetal position in the corner.
What the hell is going on? I hear yells and moans but what the hell is happening?
He clutches his shotgun tighter and strains his ears for any sign of what's happening around him.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 25, 2009 17:05:45 GMT -5
The DJ jumps down the steps and steps over Noah.
"RUN!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!! I'VE MADE A HORRIBLE MISTAKE!!! WE'RE ALL DOOM! AHHH!!!!"
Behind the DJ, Leon, who is a rather pissed off superzombie, with his numerous arms and legs, is chasing after the DJ.
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Post by Noah on Apr 25, 2009 17:15:09 GMT -5
Noah gets on all fours and starts crawling. He can hear heavy footsteps behind him, but he doesn't stop to wonder who or what is making them. His head smashes into a chair but he keeps going. Who ever the jerk was who decided using WP grenades was smart was going to get his ass kicked if he could ever see him.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 25, 2009 17:22:34 GMT -5
The DJ runs into the kitchen with Leon following close behind. A few minutes later, the DJ flies out the kitchen doors, as if he was just blown out a cannon, and lands on Noah.
"WAHHHH!!!!! OW!!!"
The DJ looks at what he just landed on.
"Oh, hey Noah. Thanks for breaking my fall."
The DJ spots the shotgun in Noah's hands.
"Here. Take my cigarettes. I might need your shotgun..."
The DJ swaps Noah's shotgun for his pack of cigarettes. The DJ gets up and starts to run again, just as the superzombie Leon crashes through the walls. The DJ faces Leon.
"OK. Leon. I know I didn't check to see what my giant needle was on...Don't get pissed off that this is you're second time being a superzombie..."
Leon punches the DJ. The DJ drops the shotgun on Noah's head and flies through the walls of the bar, into the back alley.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
The DJ now feels like he was hit by a speeding semi truck.
"...If none of my bones are broken by now, it'll be a miracle..."
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Post by Noah on Apr 25, 2009 22:36:16 GMT -5
Noah is hiding under a table when something large and fleshy smacks into him. Through the ringing that was still resonating in his ears from the explosion, he hears the DJ's voice although he can't make out the words. Before he can realize what the hell is going on the familiar security of the shotgun in his hands is replaced by some flimsy cardboard box.
"Who the fuck stole my gun!"
He hears a fight coming closer and can feel the vibrations of the floor as they come closer. He rolls farther under the table, feeling the caked burn wounds reopen and ooze puss everywhere. He was almost under a booth when something large and solid hit him in the back of the head, knocking him out.
[OOC=]I am not having a good day[/OOC]
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 26, 2009 11:42:11 GMT -5
((Apparently neither am I! hah!))
Leon screeches to a halt and stares around as if awakening sharply from a deep sleep. "Muddu Fuck?" He examines his over-abundance of limbs, turning several hands over and counting more than twenty fingers. Then he starts a game of patty-cake with himself.
Again, he stops abruptly, looking out after the DJ. He gives the DJ 5 middle fingers, watching each hand to make sure he got them all. "Ahn...Zoo...Hree...uh...Hree...Zah!" then charges after him.
He trips over one of his legs, crashes onto a barstool and crushes, then leaps to his feet, further enraged, and goes to resume the chase when he hears Noah swearing. He walks over to him slowly, lifts him up into the air with two hands and starts dusting him off with two more.
"Nozah ahhkay?" He shakes him a little. "Nozahhh?" Thinking, a little, Leon thinks the Nozah said something about his shotgun. Not seeing one nearby, unsure if he'd know one if he saw it, he grabs a nearby bottle of New Malton Colossus brand whiskey and puts it in Noah's hands. "Gahn." Leon nods, satisfied.
Still holding Noah off the ground, he gives him another shake, concerned. "Up, Nozah!..."
((It's like a dumber version of Goro from Mortal Kombat!))
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Post by Vito The Don on Apr 26, 2009 13:16:07 GMT -5
Vito rev's up his machine gun and points it at the super zombie. "Have fun in hell sucker!" he roars above the sound of his doomsday gun. He's about to pull the trigger when he looks at the zombie. "Leon, Leon is that you, you old bastard? Why in the hell are you a zombie? Did DJ slip you the wrong revival juice again?" Vito lowers the gun and reaches into his bag. "I think I might have some... Nope it looks like I'm out, my apologies, sounds like we're gonna have to quest to the closest Nectec building and scrounge up a couple syringes." He pulls out a smaller gun this one looking to be a modified 12 gauge shotgun,"I'll be back in an hour fools, don't die or I'll shoot you myself when I get back." Vito turns and walks out of the building, taking only his shotgun leaving his bags and BEHEMOTH behind. "Oh and don't go touching my stuff, or I'll kill you in your sleep." He shouts as he continues down the street.
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