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Post by albub on Sept 6, 2008 2:02:05 GMT -5
Alex awakens suspended in a viscous fluid and tries to scream. Upon discovering the futility of screaming, he tries to take in his surroundings.
'Hmmm, looks like some sort of science lab. Mortotech, or Necrotech, or somesuch bullshit probably. Looks like they brought my bag, I wonder where the hell those two psychos are.' He thought to himself.
Surfacing in the tank and removing all of the life support apparatuses, Alex pulled himself out of the glass chamber. He threw on his old sweats and mourned the loss of his linens. He shed a tear over his scotch glass and took stock of what remained in his bag.
"Let's see here, we have the scotch... Good. Canteen, feels like there's some water in it. The chlorine is still here too, excellent. The radio! I wonder how that military guy is doing, I hope they didn't find him. I'll have to give him a buzz after I get out of here. I must have dropped my gun sometime between when I passed out in that sewer and when they found me again. Shit. I wonder if they have any supplies kicking around. I can't spend too much time looking before they come back."
Looking around the room Alex spots some food wrappers and general clutter that would have accumulated over the course of the outbreak. He packs his things and gets ready to leave.
'Man, I feel brand fucking new! Whatever those guys did to me, it sure took care of the damage... Wait, i don't even feel the bullet holes, what the fuck did they do? How long was I out?' Alex thought idly as he roamed the corridors, looking for an exit. Then, he stumbled across a room that had several corpses in it that had reached different stages of decay. One of them had a shotgun tucked between its upper and lower jaw, and most of the back of the skull was gone. Checking the load, Alex determined it had two shells remaining in the magazine, and in the corpses pockets he found another 3. He pumped it and loaded a 3rd shell, then reached for his radio.
"Yo, you still there man?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 7, 2008 17:17:43 GMT -5
((I hate to say it, albub...but...shouldn't that be in the Mosely Building?))
5 minutes have passed since PFC threw the hand grenade.
"Hey, PFC! Maybe you should pull the ring first next time!"
Axe pulls out a knife and cuts the rope beneath him, plunging PFC to his death. Axe climbs up the rope and opens the cockpit. At the same time, he headshots the pilot, Zombie Sarpek. Axe pulls Zombie Sarpek out and throws him off. Axe climbs in and takes the controls.
"Let's see what the good DJ has on this thing..."
Axe takes out an iPod and puts on that song from the Mercenary2 commercial.
"Ah. Perfect."
Axe grabs the unarmed grenade and pulls the ring. He throws it out the cockpit to where PFC and Zombie Sarpek have landed. He then flies towards the Mosely Building and lets loose a heatseeker missile. Coincidentally, the missile tracked down Alex's heat signature and begins flying towards him.
"Time to wreck mayhem upon the entire world."
Axe flies the chopper over the quarantined walls.
((And you won't be hearing from Axe for a while...))
Back in the bar, the DJ could be seen cleaning up the mess. Sadly, the zombie crocs are still in the bar.
"Damn crocs..."
The DJ throws a slice of meat down the basement. The crocs run after it.
"Now's my chance..."
The DJ nails the basement doors shut.
"Where the hell is Mag?"
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Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 7, 2008 23:09:31 GMT -5
PFC lands with his leg snapped. "Fuck" Sarpek falls on top of him, worsening the pain. PFC throws him off and pulls out his radio. "Private First Class to External Military, respond over?" He waits. "External military here copy. SITREP Private? Over." PFC smiles."External Military, I sighted a Hind chopper exiting the city. Carrying dangerous cargo, possibly the virus. Suggest you take action. How copy, over?" "Silent Copy, Private. We're not gonna pull out any stops on this one, target in site. Over."
PFC limps away towards a building, then a explosion behind him sends him flying into the window. He lands, ironically right next to Alex. "What the fuck?" Just then, he hears the chopper getting hit with a Javelin rocket. He heres the whirl as it goes down.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 8, 2008 14:19:47 GMT -5
Axe radios in on the External channel, "Sorry fellas, but the chopper's on autopilot and it's empty. Where I am, I won't say."
Axe's radio goes silent, but it buzzes in once more.
"Time to get these things to the head of NecroTech Worldwi- Oh geez...Was this thing still on? Cra-"
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Post by Sarpek on Sept 8, 2008 20:10:06 GMT -5
Meanwhile, there is a loud rumbleing and hissing beneath the bar. There is a roar, and steam blasts up through the floorboards, and the building shakes. An aircraft cobbled together out of a sports car engine, and sheet metal roars into the skies, piloted by Sarpek, its unmuffled noise engine smashing what glass windows are left in the top floor as it roars by. It buzzes a crowd of zombies, who go shambling off.
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Post by albub on Sept 8, 2008 21:03:31 GMT -5
"Shit, you look like you're in rough shape brother. Here."
Using rebar from the rubble of the Moseley building, as well as shreds of PFc's pants, Alex throws a crude splint on PFC's leg.
"I got nothin for you to use as a crutch. We need to get the hell out of here before Zack shows up. Here, I'll help you walk man, I know a place we can go. It's not far."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 9, 2008 19:07:26 GMT -5
The DJ radios to Zombie Sarpek.
"Damn it, Sarpek! Quit hot-wiring Vito's aircraft! You're dead, so I really have no clue how you do it!!! Memories of Life doesn't even cover it!"
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Post by Sarpek on Sept 10, 2008 14:02:30 GMT -5
All that returns over the radio is a horriffic roar, as the noise inside the plane makes it impossible to hear anything. The plane dives, and pulls up three feet off the ground. It plows through a crowd of zombies, its razor edged propellor and wings making short work of them.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 11, 2008 16:05:19 GMT -5
"Ugh...One way to stop this..."
The DJ runs around the bar locking all of Vito's secret entrances. The DJ then runs outside and loads up the AA Guns.
"Target in sight...fire in the hole!"
The DJ fires a barrage of anti aircraft weaponry at Sarpek in the air.
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Post by Sarpek on Sept 11, 2008 18:26:21 GMT -5
Sarpek does a barrel roll, avoiding the fire, and presses a button. Louder even than the eingine, Paris Hilton blasts, luring the zombies away from the bar as he dodges the antiaircraft fire.
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Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 11, 2008 18:43:35 GMT -5
"Fucking Axe Hack. External Military will deal with him. I think his name is Kevin, the guy your talking about. Saw half his head on Sarpek's chopper." PFC grabs his gun and begins to hobble alongside Alex. He points out a building. "Old Catherine General right there, might be able to salvage a FAK." PFC pulls himself together for the trek there. He hears a shot off in the distance that sounded like a Zeus AA gun. "Jesus Christ, where do you people get these guns at? External barely got toys like this, and until a few days ago i thought we had the biggest guns."
PFC and Alex sit in a room of Catherine. PFC pulls the last stitch back on his once torn open calf. "Alex cut that string for me."
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Post by albub on Sept 11, 2008 20:23:14 GMT -5
Alex follows PFC's instructions on applying the FAK carefully, helping with whatever he can.
"Man, I haven't the slightest clue as to where all this firepower comes from. The handgun I had at the theatre was one I paid top dollar for from a collector, and besides this shotgun here handguns were basically the biggest guns I'd seen up until this recent wave of madness. Where they get it all, I don't know. I just don't know. I plan on getting the hell away from here soon though... I hear that Galbraith hills has some nice hotels, so I think that's where I'm headed. You're welcome to come with me."
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Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 11, 2008 22:28:00 GMT -5
"I suppose, why walk though?" PFC hobbles over to a abandoned cadillac. He begins fidgeting with some wires. A roar from the engine signals that the car has been jumpstarted. "We got open road, and a half tank of gas. I would drive...but my leg." PFC lays in the back, m16 slung across his body.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 12, 2008 14:56:20 GMT -5
The DJ radios to Sarpek.
"Sarpek...I have the slightest feeling you're gonna crash that plane...You're still a zombie, but you're piloting the plane...Just don't crash anywhere nearby...as you know...The 4 suburbs that border the Elbow Room are Riddleybank, Yagoton, Pitneybank, and Galbraith Hills. How that is possible, I don't know, 'cause this is like Springfield in the Simpsons..."
The DJ runs back in the bar to clean up some more mess. Just as he's cleaning, he hears an explosion. The DJ runs outside and spots a small portion of Galbraith Hills on fire.
"Ugh...I warned Sarpek not to lose control with that music..."
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Post by Sarpek on Sept 12, 2008 15:20:49 GMT -5
Sarpek grins, and pulls around for another pass, heaving yet another molotov out of the cockpit window. The airplane had been carrying several fuel cans in the back, and Sarpek had made the most of them.
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