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Post by albub on Sept 15, 2008 7:11:34 GMT -5
Alex throws the car into gear and peels out into the street, tires screaming.
"Alright, Galbraith Hills is on fire, so let's not head there. I have an old haunt in Pitneybank, some friends of mine lived there. I think they're all dead now, but the base is probably still standing. What do you say?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 15, 2008 14:56:23 GMT -5
PFC's radio buzzes in.
"HELP!!!!!!!! This is Fort Creedy in need of serious assistance!!!! Every other building in Pitneybank and Pegton have been reduced to nothing but rubble!!! Some zombie called SomeoneDead is leading a massive horde 50 times our size!!!!! And there's a lot of Paris Hilton being played outside!!!! And...AH!!!!! GET OFF ME YOU FREAKIN' ZED!!!!!! I DON"T WANNA DIE!!!! I DON'T WANNA-ARRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
PFC's radio goes silent. Then it buzzes in again.
"BARHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 15, 2008 18:15:04 GMT -5
"Shit, drop me off right here Alex." Ales pulls over and PFC jumps out. Two soldiers occupy a small gas station, firing away at a few zeds. PFC yells. "Cease Fire!" The two stop and look at him. Then, one waves him in. PFC runs and vaults over the window. He sees another soldier covering the back door. "What the fuck happened?" The one that waved him in shrugged. "I don't know man, they just bum rushed, broke through the gate. We been trying to get a call out for hours. We didn't stand a fucking chance." PFC looks around. He spots a hotel with a rooftop vantage point. "Okay, get your guys. We're moving over there. Safer, better POV."
The four soldiers sit on the top floor of the unnamed hotel, its sign ripped off. "I'm Wilkins, that's Aaron, and the guy with the sniper is Cole." PFC looks around. "I don't know my name. Its a long story. Just refer to me by rank for now." PFC grabs his radio. "Alex, you there? I'm gonna send you a text on your mobile of where I'm at."
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Post by albub on Sept 15, 2008 21:13:49 GMT -5
"Ten four big guy. What are you and the military types doing about this situation? I don't have the ammunition to actually fight zombies for any length of time, so I'm going to have to get out of here if that's what you intend."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 16, 2008 15:29:59 GMT -5
Just as the rooftop door busts open and PFC steps onto the roof, a zombie lunges at him. It is SomeoneDead.
"BRA!NZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!"
SomeoneDead knocks PFC off the roof and falls behind right after him.
"GRAHHHHHH!!!!!!"
SomeoneDead bites PFC behind the neck. Then he lets out a loud groan. From inside the building, Paris Hilton starts playing and a massive horde of approximately half a million zombies have the place completly surrounded. Even the sewer entrances are blocked.
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Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 16, 2008 18:30:46 GMT -5
PFC headbutts the zed and crawls to the door. He closes it shut and pulls a few chairs in front of it. His neck bleeds buckets, while his spine is fractured. Aaron runs over and quickly applies a FAK to cure PFC's infection, while covering his wound. "I can't move. Take me upstairs..."
"Give me your sniper rifle, take this M16. BArricade this floor, and cover the entrances. " PFC grabs his radio."Alex, call external military. Use the radio. Switch to Frequency 90.92-dash-a. Report as PFC, and call for Huey's. They can't come down and get us, but they can light shit up." PFC forces himself to lay down flat, and control his rifle. He takes a few zeds down with shots. But, looking at the advancing horde, the chances of survival are looking slim. He prays Alex can come through.
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Post by albub on Sept 16, 2008 20:14:01 GMT -5
The radio crackles to life and Alex plays with the dials for a few seconds.
"This is PFC, calling for air support. We're gonna need gunships in here ASAP, we have a hostile horde potentially numbering in the hundreds of thousands. We're gonna need lots of gunships. Also, some survivor strongholds in the area have significant anti-air firepower, so prepare raptors or even a spectre to hit ground based installations. I'm also pretty sure I heard some sort of makeshift aircraft going earlier in the day, though whether it's still flying or if it would even pose a threat I cannot tell you. What I can tell you is that one way or the other, these motherfuckers are going to surprise you, so be ready for damn near anything."
Alex gets back on the radio with PFC.
"You sound roughed up... anything I can do to help get you guys out of there? The car still has enough gas to get us way the hell away from here."
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Post by Sarpek on Sept 17, 2008 18:42:02 GMT -5
There is a roar, And the makeshift plain roars overhead. Two salvaged M60 machineguns mounted on the nose open up, plowing a field of carnage through the zombies.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 17, 2008 19:02:26 GMT -5
((TIME OUT!!!! PFC! Didn't you read my post? We're suppose to be falling off the building here...Ah well...I'll roll with this...))
As the plane comes plowing through, a AH-64 plows in right after it. And behind it, a troop carrier follows. A large NecroTech logo are on the sides of each helos. The AH-64 shoots down the plane. From the troop carrier, a band of elite men carrying assault rifles and wearing ski masks drops into the building and streets. A floodlight from the troop carrier shines in the window of the building where PFC and his small group are. The Paris Hilton music dies off. From a loudspeaker on the troop carrier, a voice booms.
"Do not move! We have the zombies here covered! Our elite force have the situation under control! Allow me to introduce myself. I am Welbert Asker, CEO of NecroTech Worldwide. I am here to ask you men to cease fire and come with me. Another troop carrier will be on the rooftop in T-minus 5 minutes to pick you up."
Back inside the Elbow Room bar, the DJ pokes his head out the window.
"What the hell is going on in Pitneybank??!? How's a man to concentrate on setting up defenses around here if he can't get any quiet??!?"
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Post by albub on Sept 17, 2008 20:45:26 GMT -5
((He fell off the roof and fractured his spine, as well as almost bleeding out.))
Alex crawls out through the window of the cadillac when the planes start to appear overhead. Staying in the car's shadow, he creeps to its tail end and then dive-rolls into an alley. A zombie reaches for him out of the depths of a dumpster, and he presses the shotgun barrel against its teeth. A moment before pulling the trigger, he realizes it would give away his position, and the zombie's throat has been torn out, making it unable to moan or otherwise attract attention. He looks around for more undead, and when satisfied, he pulls out his radio again.
"PFC, you there? Why aren't those choppers blasting the zombies? I can't see what they're doing, but it sounds like they've stopped at your position. I swear to christ man, if you're leaving me here while your military buddies airlift you out..."
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Post by Sarpek on Sept 18, 2008 12:16:58 GMT -5
Sarpek climbs out of the flaming wreckage of the plane, himself doused in flaming gasoline, making him look like a demon. He grabs the twisted propellor, and hurls it at the rotors of the copter, following with a barrage of whatever he can pick up off the ground. He grabs a somewhat melted M60, and opens up on another chopper. After five shots, the barrel explodes. Sarpek falls over backward, extinguishing himself with a hiss.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 18, 2008 15:21:48 GMT -5
Welbert Asker gets thrown about in the troop carrier.
"God damn it! Pilot! Radio for backup! Call in the F-16s!!!"
In 2 minutes, a group of F-16s arrive and starts firing missiles at the zombies. Zombie parts begin flying all over the place. The F-16s leave the scene and the elite NecroTech troops fires at the remaining zombies. In another 3 minutes, a lone troop carrier accompanied by 3 AH-64s arrive. The troop carrier lands on the roof. A man wearing a black helmet leaps out of the copter. He runs over to PFC's group.
"Come on! Let's move, move, move!"
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Post by Sarpek on Sept 18, 2008 16:49:44 GMT -5
Sarpek stands back up, and falls down again. A revive syringe stashed somewhere in his clothes fires, epmtying its serum into him. He gets up, and runs to the Choppah!
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 18, 2008 16:52:55 GMT -5
The DJ arrives on scene on a Suzuki motorcycle. He is carrying a heavy pack. He spots Alex running towards the scene in the alley. The DJ looks up and sees a troop carrier, 3 AH-64s, and another troop carrier landing on the roof.
"Hey you! Over there in the alley! You have any idea what's going on around here? And what's with all these zombie parts lying around??!?"
The DJ spots Sarpek run by him.
"Got a rivive already, Sarpek? That's nice...But care to tell me what's going on here, pal?"
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Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 18, 2008 16:54:09 GMT -5
"What the hell? Necrotech isn't working with the Military, what are you doing here?" PFC's men stand firm against the Black Ops Soldiers. "My men are here to defend Fort Creedy until the infection is taken care of. The infection you lot spread. My air support is supposed to be on it's way now. If they want to pick us up, that's go with me." PFC(assisted by Cole)moves face to face with Welbert. He looks at Welbert's rank. "But, personally, you can go fuck yourself, Captain."
PFC gets on the radio."Alex, some guys are here from Necrotech. I'm not going with them, I gotta stay at Creedy and do a casualty assessment. Get here, and maybe they can take you with them." PFC looks back at Welbert, who appears to be in a silent rage. "I have a civilian friend who's been through hell. What's your policy on evacuating civilians?"
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