The Elbow Room

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

The DJ throws PFC a FAK.

"Go heal yourself, and find those speakers! They're sure as hell aren't mine! And find it soon! Or we might have an entire horde to worry about!"

The door of the bar bust down, and bits of the barricade flies everywhere. A lone zombie shouts ((And we'll make that lone zombie my 3rd character, SomeoneDead...)), "BARHAH!!!" In a few seconds, a barrage of zombies starts pouring inside the bar. One of the zombie slips and knocks open a floorboard. Some knives spring out, killing 2 zombies. But more zombies are running in.

In panic, the DJ shouts, "Fall back to the upper levels! Don't worry about the weapons on the first floor! I've hidden more weapons up stairs!!!"

The DJ runs up the stairs. SomeonDead notices, and points at the DJ. SomeonDead says, "Grab harman!" A few zombies run up after the DJ. The DJ turns around, and starts running up the stairs backwards while blowing the heads off of the pursueing zombies. He throws his empty shotgun at the nearest zed, and pulls out 2 pistols. He continues firing away.

[privatefirstclass]

PFC runs and jumps over the bar counter. The zombies, more concerned with DJ and Magatsu, pass him by. He begins checking the area, and he sees the one of the speakers. He slices it. "Fuck" He pulls out the FAK and hurries to apply bandages. Then, he gets up. He rushes the zombies chasing DJ. He kills a few with the knife. "I can't find the other one! Check upstairs." He swings and cuts Sarpek's leg off. He slams it into his chest in dramatic fashion, but leaves himself open. Zombies and crocs rush. He is bitten numerous times, but manages to get away.

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

"There's some FAKs in the closet in Mel's room! 1st door to your right!"

At the top of the stairs, the DJ grabs everything in the halls and begins making a makeshift barricade.

"This should hold for a while...but for how long?"

The DJ runs in the second floor bathroom and from behind the mirror, he grabs a M-16. Running back to the stairs, he takes aim at the many zeds and fires away.

"Hey, PFC! While you're getting the FAKs in that closet, grab the Tommy Gun that's on the dresser! And open the drawer for some spare ammo!"

[privatefirstclass]

PFC kicks down the door. He runs in, and begins grabs a FAK. Quickly applying it to his wounds, he grabs the Tommy Gun. He pulls out the ammo and puts it in his fatigues. He is about to leave when he hears the music intensely from within the room. "Hey! I think its in here!" He searches around. He feels the vibrations from a roof panel. He pulls out the panel, sure enough, its there. PFC fires a few shots at it. Dismantling it, he runs out to help DJ with the zed rush.

"I think there's still more speakers!" PFC begins stacking chairs in front of the stairs and the DJ fires off rounds. Finally, with a break in the chaos. A makeshift barricade is constructed. "What now? ANd where's the asian fellow?"

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

"They could still be downstairs..."

The DJ drops his M-16, and pulls out two axes.

"How about covering me for a while? I'm about to show these zeds years of swordsmanship in action."

The DJ jumps over the makeshift barricade and knocks down 5 zeds in one hit. Those 5 zeds begin a tumble down the stairs, knocking down even more zeds. One lone zed manages to avoid the falling zeds, and lunges up the stairs. The DJ pulls out a knife and throws it, hitting the zed right in the forehead. The DJ continues down the stairs.

[privatefirstclass]

"OK...." PFC sets up a few guns next to the stairs for DJ when he returns. He runs to the top of the building.

Across the street, he scopes out Axe and the kid, along with Alex in the back. They are surveying the attack with binoculars. PFC takes pot shots at them. He sees them freak out and shoot at nothing. PFC then takes aim at the bonds holding Alex. He zooms in with the ACOG scope on the M16. He fires two shots and breaks the rope and chain keeping him on the chair. He runs back downstairs to help DJ, praying Alex is able to escape.

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

((I have no idea how the above is possible if it's been stated that we're in the sewers...))

[albub]

((I don't either, but I'm capitalizing on it.))

In his captor's confusion, and with his bonds broken, Alex is able to crawl to a nearby manhole and climb in. His legs screaming in agony, he threads his arms through the rungs in the ladder and holds on tight. He also checks the load on his pistol, ready to shoot himself if the situation gets hopeless.

[privatefirstclass]

((I thought you guys were in a warehouse? In sniper spot you said something about the warehouse across the street from Elbow Room?))

[Magatsu Taito]

Meanwhile, with all the fighting going on, Magatsus lighted the bar disk on fire with a miraculously appearing bottle of tequila. He's taking mighty swings with his great frying pan of burning sunflower oil, during witch he yells" Sarpek!!! Duck!" in hopes of not bashing in Sarpeks forehead. Or at least not whiteout telling him first.
A particularly annoying zombie was on it's way up in the bar, despite having a burning chin. There was no choice, time to see if a frying pan can fly. With a mighty thrust he lets go if it, flinging the last of the oil all around, creating a delicious smell.
Turns out frying pans do fly, at least until they hit zombies straight in the face with what can only be described as frightening speed.
"Dammit! I liked that pan!" Magatsu yells, before realizing he's unarmed, and trapped behind a wall of fire, and a wall of zombies.
He checks under the bar, just in case. There was usually a shotgun there, but that's long gone now. What was there, behind the shotguns straps, was a old oak slugger. Dusty and darkened with age. Someone's carved the word "ripper" into the shaft.
He yanks it out quickly, feeling it over, knocking it once, twice on the floorboards.
Mags takes a stance, ready to hit a curved one, as the first zed manages to crawl over the dying flames.
Luckily most of them seem to have given up because of the fire and are now gathered around the stairs, but there still enough to make things tricky...
"FOLLY COLLY!!!!" He yells like a madman before swinging the bat in half circle, nearly decapitating the medium rare zombie.
"Home run!"
He jump up on the bar again, just for the hell of it, swinging away at the smelly hands, arms and torsos attached to them that surrounds him.
"Naaahhh! CRAB BATTLE!!!!"

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

Aug 29, 2008 20:46:04 GMT -5 privatefirstclass said:

((I thought you guys were in a warehouse? In sniper spot you said something about the warehouse across the street from Elbow Room?))

((Yes, but you need to pay more attention to the stuff after it. We were a few blocks from the warehouse, in the sewers, and let the crocs loose before heading to the warehouse, thus, we're still in the warehouse. But, whatever. I'll work with this too.))

Axe jumps in the sewers to chase the escapee, only to see Alex's head fly at him. Axe then notices a few zombie crocs in the sewer snacking on Alex's body. Axe picks up the head and puts it in a cardboard box.

"Well...it's still revivable...and since it is, it's still a hostage."

Axe runs back up the manhole, grabs Kevin, and heads to a nearby skyscraper to watch the destruction of the bar.

Meanwhile, in the bar, the DJ chops down 20 zombies. He notices one of the zombie.

"Hey, Sarpek! Is that you?"

He then sees Magatsu on the bar.

"Hey, Mag! Run for the stairs! And watch those flying bullets when you're running up them stairs!"

The DJ grabs Sarpek and carries him to the stairs, chopping off the heads of many more zombies. 2 zombie gators are chasing after him.

"What I would give for a grenade..."

[privatefirstclass]

PFC throws a unarmed grenade to DJ. "I got your six." He grabs Magatsu as he jumps up the steps. He pulls him safely through the makeshift barricade.

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

The DJ takes a look at the grenade. Then fumbles with it for a second and tosses it into the mouth of a croc. The croc explodes, sending pieces flying everywhere.

"Those zookeepers aren't gonna be happy..."

The DJ runs up the steps after PFC.

"Thanks for the grenade and all, but did you have to give it to me without the ring on it?"

The DJ drops Sarpek after leaping over the makeshift barricade. For a second he had forgotten about Paris Hilton blaring in the background. Then he gets an idea.

"Come on zombie Sarpek, guide me to those speakers...And we'll find a way to get you back to normal..."

[Sarpek]

Sarpek shambles around the room in circles, on leg apparently shorter than the other.

[Magatsu Taito]

Magatsu, now more or less safely behind the barricades with his slugger firmly grasped between his hands, takes the hand of another zombie that seems to have been broken sometime during the battle and flings it towards Sarpek. It bounces of his shoulder, and lands like a dead jellyfish on the floor.
"I found you a spare part. I don't think it's the right kind though...
Oh, and thanks for the bail there guys. Those undead punks where about to turn me into a paste and feed me to their young!"