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by Sveltlana » Tue Jun 07, 2016 9:45 am
Now, mortal, you have made the mistake of opening Pandora's Box. What evils have you unleashed upon the Earth?
Me, Svet lol good one svet
Me, Svet: ikr svet it was pretty good
-- Politics --
Fuck that.
Senka: [about me] "You are a deplorable reactionary fascist cockroach with no hope of redemption who should be condemned to burn with the rest of the plutocratic imperialist stooges in the cleansing atomic fire of the righteous."
by True Christopia » Tue Jun 07, 2016 9:47 am
by Lancearc » Tue Jun 07, 2016 9:56 am
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by The Landfish Colonies » Tue Jun 07, 2016 10:55 am
by Beiarusia » Tue Jun 07, 2016 11:04 am
Relikai wrote:Hayatsuki Sakura
by Lancearc » Tue Jun 07, 2016 11:56 am
The Landfish Colonies wrote:Palace of Westminster
Jack Wallcroft
232 Westminster Detachment of the Army Cadet Force was meant to have been moved to Westminster School before shit hit the fan. Supposedly, the school was meant to be a gathering spot where children's parents could pick them up and take them home (though in hindsight, that had not been the best idea). It had only taken a few days before all the Cadet Instructors and Teachers were either dead, or infected. Without protection or order, and with adults ripping into kids, the school had fallen apart fast, becoming nothing more than a slaughter house.
Jack Wallcroft had been lucky to escape, along with his gang of students and cadets, 12 cadets and 15 Westminster students ranging in age from 12 to 18 years old. The group had hauled ass away from the school, but not for long. There were more adults outside, chasing the small group of the streets.
To be honest, Jack thought to himself, there chosen safe house could have been worse. He'd always wanted to see the inside of the Palace of Westminster, and it wasn't disappointing. If you could ignore the lifeless corpses scattered about, and the zombies that wandered the hallways, it was actually quite beautiful. But why did it have to be so big?
They'd been attempting to clear the building for four days now, and this was their final step. The House of Commons Chamber had been boarded off when they arrived, with the words "Do Not Open", scrawled across the heavy wood door, even though the message was not entirely necessary. Even if the adults inside hadn't been making enough noise to be heard through out the building, the smell was a dead giveaway. They could be heard clawing at the door from the opposite side as the children cleared the boards, and prepared for a fight. They only had two guns with ammo, P226 Pistols taken from the Cadet Instructors back at the school. The rest held a menagerie of weapons, crowbars, cricket bats, knives and hammers, and they gathered in a Semi-Circle around the door with the two guns in the front. Jack and his best friend Toby MacMillan, or Mac, stood at the ready, in tense silence as the last boards were removed from the door by two Westminster students, getting ready to pull them open.
Jack took a deep breath, gripping his pistol tightly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He was a soldier, he thought to himself, just like his father. These people were his team, and it was his job to make sure that they were all safe by the end. They'd lost three people, two students and one cadet, and the rest were all weary by now. They just wanted to be done with this, and Jack felt the same way.
"Alright," He sighed, "Let's do this. There's not gonna be much space in there, so watch wear your swinging. Aim for the center mass, and make sure they keep their distance. Make sure you stay in formation, and don't break ranks, understood?" The others gave him a nervous 'Yes Sir.'
Jack nodded and swallowed loudly, "Remember guys. These aren't people anymore. They're monsters. If we don't do this...."
"Jack. Please," Toby spoke up in an odd American-English accent mix, "If y'all see a Zombie just fucking kill it, m'kay?" He reached up, adjusting his navy blue beret to keep his long hair back, "Open the door."
With a creak, two students pulled the door open and adults began to stumble out into a barrage of bullets from Jack and Toby's pistols. Once the magazines ran dry, the two picked up a pair of cricket bats they'd taken from the school, rushing forward along with the other children wearing cadet uniforms, backed up by the students, pushing the adults back into the Chamber.
by True Christopia » Tue Jun 07, 2016 12:07 pm
by The Landfish Colonies » Tue Jun 07, 2016 1:41 pm
Lancearc wrote:Jesse Timothy Glenn
Even in his solitary and surprisingly comfortable temporary surroundings, sleep eluded Jesse as it had for much of the time since he left his home/fortress and ventured out into the London cityscape post-sickness.When he closed his eyes mixed visions assailed him. There were hopeful ones that may have helped settle him into slumber, the hope of finding others, perhaps even some of his old classmates and friends from school, of settling and turning someplace into an unassailable holdfast. Then there were the far more numerous visions of death, decay, plague, violence, blood, inhumane killings, torture, all the things that came to mind when he really started to ponder what these street gangs and people his age might be capable of given free run of the world, weapons, and time. It unsettled his nerves and made him arise from the apartment's bed, pacing the floor as he gazed out of dirty windows at an overcast London, devoid of many of its inhabitants, mostly abandoned, falling into disrepair after a few weeks alone.
His quiet stupor of thought was broken when he heard a brief burst of low-intensity gunfire. It wasn't much, and it sounded a bit distant, but it was there. His initial reaction was to gather his things and leave, and that's exactly how he responded. Without giving much in the way of second thoughts he made sure that he had his makeshift spear, his knives, and quickly hefted the heavy backpack of supplies and tools back over his shoulders, fresh from his period of rest and ready to continue his trek for...something across London. Someone.
He headed down the stairwell with remarkable haste, afraid that whoever was firing their weapons was both A, relatively nearby, and B, possibly hostile. He found the exit quickly, leaving with such speed that he paid no mind to the mangled bodies that had nauseated him during his first entrance to the nondescript complex. It took him a moment to reorient himself, but once he was sure of his directions once more he continued on his previous path through a dying city. Again, he kept his head low on the move, growing weary of his surroundings with each unexplained noise or creaking of empty buildings.
Remarkably, Jesse had little clue that he had now found himself along the shore of the River Thames, just across the Westminster Bridge. It was only when he looked up that he realized where his meandering and without-destination path had lead him. Big Ben still stood, the largest clocktower in the world maintained a grandeur, a nobility behind it that was impressive even in the end of the world. It defiantly stood as the world crumbled. He stood, quite inspired by the sight, but also noting that he needed to move quickly across the bridge or risk getting ambushed by some roving gang with his only escape being jumping into a cold river far below.
The Palace of Westminster still stood iconic. His eyes were locked on the structure the entire time he jogged over the Thames, in awe of the construction, and the majesty it still possessed. It appeared as if built to withstand two thousand years without its human builders' care. It was incredible.
The sound of more gunfire startled him out of his state of awe. It had come from inside the palace itself, it seemed, or somewhere in that vicinity.
His common sense told him to flee, but still...he was drawn towards the sound, or to the palace, more likely. If it had indeed come from within the home of parliament, was it likely that a raider gang was setting up within? Possibly. As he slowly walked around however, finding his way to an entrance once barred by a gate securely, he couldn't imagine that a structure so...noble could house thieving, raping, pillaging teens. It was an intuition that could get him killed, but still, it drew him in with grand promises of someone, anyone friendly.
His entrance to the parliament was exceptionally quiet. He entered finding the palace mostly empty, but still ornate, beautiful. His instinct was to cry out, wondering if he was truly alone, if the gunfire he'd heard earlier had come from within. "Hello?" he raised his voice, listening to it resonate throughout the nearby portions of the palace. It was so large that it wasn't likely anyone could hear, only if they happened to be rather near, though he would likely have to seek out anyone inside himself due to the size of it.
by Lancearc » Tue Jun 07, 2016 2:27 pm
The Landfish Colonies wrote:Lancearc wrote:Jesse Timothy Glenn
Even in his solitary and surprisingly comfortable temporary surroundings, sleep eluded Jesse as it had for much of the time since he left his home/fortress and ventured out into the London cityscape post-sickness.When he closed his eyes mixed visions assailed him. There were hopeful ones that may have helped settle him into slumber, the hope of finding others, perhaps even some of his old classmates and friends from school, of settling and turning someplace into an unassailable holdfast. Then there were the far more numerous visions of death, decay, plague, violence, blood, inhumane killings, torture, all the things that came to mind when he really started to ponder what these street gangs and people his age might be capable of given free run of the world, weapons, and time. It unsettled his nerves and made him arise from the apartment's bed, pacing the floor as he gazed out of dirty windows at an overcast London, devoid of many of its inhabitants, mostly abandoned, falling into disrepair after a few weeks alone.
His quiet stupor of thought was broken when he heard a brief burst of low-intensity gunfire. It wasn't much, and it sounded a bit distant, but it was there. His initial reaction was to gather his things and leave, and that's exactly how he responded. Without giving much in the way of second thoughts he made sure that he had his makeshift spear, his knives, and quickly hefted the heavy backpack of supplies and tools back over his shoulders, fresh from his period of rest and ready to continue his trek for...something across London. Someone.
He headed down the stairwell with remarkable haste, afraid that whoever was firing their weapons was both A, relatively nearby, and B, possibly hostile. He found the exit quickly, leaving with such speed that he paid no mind to the mangled bodies that had nauseated him during his first entrance to the nondescript complex. It took him a moment to reorient himself, but once he was sure of his directions once more he continued on his previous path through a dying city. Again, he kept his head low on the move, growing weary of his surroundings with each unexplained noise or creaking of empty buildings.
Remarkably, Jesse had little clue that he had now found himself along the shore of the River Thames, just across the Westminster Bridge. It was only when he looked up that he realized where his meandering and without-destination path had lead him. Big Ben still stood, the largest clocktower in the world maintained a grandeur, a nobility behind it that was impressive even in the end of the world. It defiantly stood as the world crumbled. He stood, quite inspired by the sight, but also noting that he needed to move quickly across the bridge or risk getting ambushed by some roving gang with his only escape being jumping into a cold river far below.
The Palace of Westminster still stood iconic. His eyes were locked on the structure the entire time he jogged over the Thames, in awe of the construction, and the majesty it still possessed. It appeared as if built to withstand two thousand years without its human builders' care. It was incredible.
The sound of more gunfire startled him out of his state of awe. It had come from inside the palace itself, it seemed, or somewhere in that vicinity.
His common sense told him to flee, but still...he was drawn towards the sound, or to the palace, more likely. If it had indeed come from within the home of parliament, was it likely that a raider gang was setting up within? Possibly. As he slowly walked around however, finding his way to an entrance once barred by a gate securely, he couldn't imagine that a structure so...noble could house thieving, raping, pillaging teens. It was an intuition that could get him killed, but still, it drew him in with grand promises of someone, anyone friendly.
His entrance to the parliament was exceptionally quiet. He entered finding the palace mostly empty, but still ornate, beautiful. His instinct was to cry out, wondering if he was truly alone, if the gunfire he'd heard earlier had come from within. "Hello?" he raised his voice, listening to it resonate throughout the nearby portions of the palace. It was so large that it wasn't likely anyone could hear, only if they happened to be rather near, though he would likely have to seek out anyone inside himself due to the size of it.Palace of Westminster
Toby MacMillan
Toby hefted his cricket bat high above his head, and with a roar brought it smashing down onto the head of an older woman, leaning over a set of benches while snapping at him. The bat landed flat on the back of her head, spraying blood over Toby's already stained Cadet fatigues and sending a shock wave up his arms. He groaned as the woman slid off the bench, leaking blood from her ears, all while old adds played in his head promoting awareness for violence against women. He gave a quiet grin to himself as he rolled his shoulder to recover from the strike, looking around the room for his next target.
They had done well, standing in a circle for the most part and beating down all the adults as they stumbled down to meet them. Now, only one remained far off, standing alone in the back of the chamber. He appeared to have been a middle aged man, dressed in a business suit covered in puss and blood, and blue tie. The man spasmed and hissed as he got closer, barley able to walk on twisted legs. Toby took a step or two nearer, before he actually laughed.
"Hey! Hey guys, check it out!"
"What?" Jack asked, wiping blood from his own bat onto the back of a dispatched adults jacket.
"Yo, you seem him?" Toby pointed to the last adult, "Recognize him?" The was a murmur of 'nos' from around the room, as the other Cadets and Students watched the lame adult. "Fucking David Cameron."
"It can't be." A girl cadet said from atop one of the benches, "It doesn't even look like him. And they wouldn't just leave the Prime Minister here, would they?"
Toby shrugged, "If he was sick, maybe there wasn't a point. Where would they go? Who would even take him there?" Toby hefted his bat back up, holding it like a baseball bat over his shoulder, "Die you fascist fucker!" With a loud crack, the man fell over, and dent in the side of his head. The teen turned around grinning, taking a bow before the others. "Now..." He said panting, "The not so fun part."
Streaks of blood lead down the corridors of Westminster Palace as the House of Commons Chamber was emptied of bodies. There was not enough kids to do it all in one trip, so it would possibly take some time, especially as Jack had taken a group to do some scavenging, hoping to find guns, food, water, or anything useful. But the important thing was, the palace was safe. Or safer then it had been.
"This is disgusting..." one of the Westminster students muttered as he dragged the body of an old woman across the once clean floor.
"Meh, what are you gonna do?" Toby asked. While he'd never been particularly squeamish, but even he was having a hard time holding onto Mr. Cameron's body, "We can't just leave rotting bodies inside. They'll get disease, or more than they already do. You want that shit near your food? Near where you sleep? Breathing in that fresh Cholera smell every morning?" He paused, waiting for a response, "Didn't think so. We'll just burn these guys and be done with them, once and for all. Problem though is we'll need..."
"Hey! Who are you?" The kids dropped the bodies and pulled out their weapons, blunt objects and such, as the uniformed Cadets rushed forward to line up next to Toby, who pulled out his SIG Sauer Pistol. 2 Magazines left, he thought, swinging around to face a young boy who had caught them by surprise.
"Evening, mate." Toby said casually.
by Grande Republic of Arcadia » Tue Jun 07, 2016 2:44 pm
by Russian people of america » Tue Jun 07, 2016 5:02 pm
Anowa wrote:
Isaac's search of Whitehall proved fruitless, just corpses and... upright corpses. He had yet to fire his weapon at any, he was trying to preserve ammo but perhaps he was preserving it a bit too well.
He froze up and strained his ears as an announcement was carried on the wind. Someone from the Tower. This meant people were alive, and thus it was Isaac's duty to see if they had everything they needed at the very least. He started jogging, he expected his arrival before nightfall. Honestly he was just glad he wasn't the only on alive anymore.
by Anowa » Tue Jun 07, 2016 5:12 pm
Russian people of america wrote:Anowa wrote:
Isaac's search of Whitehall proved fruitless, just corpses and... upright corpses. He had yet to fire his weapon at any, he was trying to preserve ammo but perhaps he was preserving it a bit too well.
He froze up and strained his ears as an announcement was carried on the wind. Someone from the Tower. This meant people were alive, and thus it was Isaac's duty to see if they had everything they needed at the very least. He started jogging, he expected his arrival before nightfall. Honestly he was just glad he wasn't the only on alive anymore.
Somewhere in London, West London Gang
Peter was a great organizer, this fact had grown more prominent since he joined the group. After his initial run through the immediate area he returned, organizing two other patrols to go around and spread the message. For hours they rolled around London, blaring the same message over and over and over again. They noticed plenty of kids, brought out by the positive message, but only a few promised to visit the tower. Others either watched from a distance, or ran away from them. They did encounter one small gang and a fight had ensued. Peter was a big kid, and before long he'd left several savages dead, beaten to death by him and his fellow West London Gang members. Peter really was a revolutionary, he stayed out the longest and without his determination the other boy wouldn't have been noticed by the patrol.
Peter had been ever vigilant, looking out over the ruins for any sign of life. They couldn't have stayed out any longer than they did, they didn't have the fuel to stay out any longer. Rationing and all that, they weren't going to waste the resources they were fortunate enough to find. Just before he could give the order for the small patrol to head back Peter heard a rustling near one of the pieces of rubble. A boy emerged past a shattered pillar. "Halt! Your in the presence of a West London Gang patrol. State your business out here traveller" he actually smiled, feeling quite stupid for doing so. Not many people had gotten close enough for him to let out his alert, perhaps it was a prospective recruit, or maybe just a drifter. It never hurt to find out.
by Relikai » Tue Jun 07, 2016 5:13 pm
by Beiarusia » Tue Jun 07, 2016 6:21 pm
Relikai wrote:Sakura & Hillary
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