MT Zombie Apocalypse CLOSED

[Idaho Conservatives]

(OOC: Yeah, kinda figured. But the problem is that while Francis is quite stupid by human standards he is smart enough to realize that attacking a huge steel vehicle with his bare hands is not a good idea. And if he were to fight any of the survivors in hand-to-hand combat they would die, which wouldn't be fun so early in the RP.)

OOC: I didn't think he was that good at hand-to-hand combat, but hey, he's your character. And yes, offing someone this early would suck. So bad idea from me.

[Joesavi]

Hugo Von Stauffenberg watched the giant zombie run away. "Yeah! You better run, hell pig!" Stauffenberg shouted, lighting a molotov with a match and throwing it at the retreating zombie.

[Zirilrath]

(OOC: The zombie didn't run away, Francis tackled it off the tank.)

[Joesavi]

OOC: I was talking about Francis, not the other zombie.

[Zirilrath]

(OOC: He is only 6.5 feet tall, hardly giant.)

Francis heard the sound of breaking glass, and saw fire spreading out over the floor. Quickly dragging his meal out through the door furthest from the fire, and incidentally also away from the street, he emerged into a back alley. He kept dragging the corpse, trying to find a quiet place to sit down and eat it.

[Joesavi]

Stauffenberg shouted to Reed, "Hey, Nick! Should we go back to the station and make sure that headcase officer isn't doing anything stupid?"

[Idaho Conservatives]

STALINGRAD, JOESAVI
900TH STREET POLICE STATION
0941 HOURS

Reed looked at the leaderless zombies that were now running away, hiding from the light.

"Hey Nick! Should we go back to the station and make sure that headcase officer isn't doing anything stupid?"

"Yeah, why the hell not?" he replied. He slowly straightened out his leg, pulled out his shotgun, and exited the tank. As he and Stauffenberg walked over to the police station, they saw that the door was locked.

"You first or me?" Reed asked.
"I'll go," Hugo Stauffenberg answered. He pulled out his Reaper, kicked in the door, and entered the dark police station.

[Joesavi]

"Hello! Anyone in there?"Stauffenberg shouted.

[The Halseyist Faction]

(ooc) - The locked door Alexi shot the lock of with a shotgun of earlier?

Alexi meanwhile, was unable to hear the entering parties from below, now on the roof and dressed in his stylish pilfered uniform, and looking a good deal more respectable. His first stage was simple enough, but time consuming. As the entering party did whatever they might downstairs, he took care to reach the flagpoll, and lower the Stalingrad flag that flew proudly from it. A little while latter, a tattered and bloody USSR flag flew proudly above the station, certainly lending a surreal touch to the evening, and if anyone happened to by flying or scanning the horizion, a giant sign that 'Someone was alive over here!' Zombi's, after all, did not change national flags over.

Next, he commenced searching the area for a pair of binoculars, so he could get a good idea of the layout of the nearby city. He needed survivors, weapons, and an aircraft capable of either easy flight, or an automated politing system, and a clear route to the afformentioned.

He did notice that the sounds of gunfire and angry death had faded, meaning that apparently the crazy army officers had finished their grevious stand beneath him, and either fled and lured the corpses away, or stood victrious. Apparently he had underestimated them.

[Joesavi]

Stauffenberg climbed the stairs to the roof, where he saw the tattered flag and the insane police officer. "You are bat**** crazy. But because of that flag, I'll just say you're awesome and not shoot you for now." Stauffenberg said with a sigh.

[Atlaga]

Colonel Henderson yelled out of the window of his MVW-6. "Captain Johnson! I thought you were killed! So does everyone outside!" He then turned his attentions to the engineer. Nate Stone. "Apparently he hasn't told you, but Captain Johnson was in charge of the light response company assigned to enact martial law in the beginning of the outbreak." He turned back to Captain Johnson, shouldering his M6 as he did so. "Where did you pick up that antique?" he asked, gesturing to the M4. "Some third-line National Guard armory? Maybe in the dumpster behind one?" He laughed, and squeezed off a quick trio of rounds. The zed fell, blood-gel oozing from chest wounds, but the horde kept coming. "We should find a place to set up a base," he offered. "High command, in one of its rare far-sighted moments, saw fit to equip me with materials and supplies for a small base using pre-existing structures. You know, in case my research took more than a week or so." He hopped up into the MVW-6. "Do any of you three know where we can go to set something up?"

[Atlaga]

OOC: do you mean me?


Captain Johnson opens the sun fruit and pulls out an M4 Carbine and starts firing at the closing in zeds

There are three of you. Nate Stone, the engineer; John Stein, the ex-demolitions man; and you, Captain Johnson, the presumed-dead soldier. and now me.

[The Halseyist Faction]

Alexi eyes the captain with some distaste, perhaps not taking to kindly to the others insinuation of violence. 'You Sir.' He remarks, brandishing the pair of recently located bincoculars, 'Will provide me with an escort to the Southern Airstrip, prompty, and assist in my search for other ablebodied survivors on route, so that we can leave this wasteland, and return, swiftly to civilisation. Clear?'

He draws himself up to his full, not particularly impossing hight as he does so, his commanding tone and stern expression doing the talking for him, something about the man, even while obviously crazy, demanding a certain amount of respect and attention. He had the look of one who could stir up grounds, and alter the course of nations... Unless he was dropped with a well aimed round to the skull first, of course. In his grasp now, aside from the bincolulars, he held his flashlight from earlier, and flicking it on, he aimed the beam into the night, towards the direction of the Southern Airstrip, directing the way.

[Joesavi]

Stauffenberg looked at the officer, then Nick. "Uh...should we just kill this guy or leave now?" Stauffenberg asked Reed.

[Idaho Conservatives]

STALINGRAD, JOESAVI
900TH STREET POLICE STATION
0950 HOURS

"This cop is definitely bat-shit insane" Reed thought to himself, echoing a similar statement by Stauffenberg. But there was something about him; he was no ordinary madman. He seemed to have a definite goal in mind, and all the willpower in the world to get there. That willpower was infectious; it made a man want to follow him on his quest for... what exactly was he trying to do? He had not a clue, and with the cop being clearly insane, it was impossible to guess what.

"Uh...should we just kill this guy or leave now?"

"No, let's see what the hell this guy's up to."

Nick didn't know why he just didn't want to leave the officer there, but knew he couldn't.

"Hey, you can come with us. We've got a tank outside and access to a military base outside of town."

[The Halseyist Faction]

Alexi nodded curtly to Reed. He definatly wasn't exactly a fan of the pair. Death threats went down rather poorly with him, and obsticals in a madmans path often lasted about as long as the Zombi's before the tank. However, for the moment they were co-operating with his "master plan", and quite frankly two to one odds against the Zombi killing pair did not seem to suggest an imment victory for the would be police Colonel. So, after the nod, he instead moves impatiently towards the roof hatch, flashlight pointing the way back into the blooded police station, and whatever horrors might have relocated themselves into it's depths.

[Fangen (Ancient)]

John turned around and started to squeeze off rounds as he was moving around the SUV. He dropped two zeds and then jumped into the SUV yelling, "GO GO GO!" He then pulled out a cell phone dialed a number and near the zeds there was a large explosion and a rather large shockwave. "You have to love ANFO," he muttered. He had wired a 100 lbs ANFO bomb with a detation mechanism that could be triggered by a cell phone.

[Joesavi]

Cpt. Von Stauffenberg led Reed and the officer to the tank. "Reed, you drive. Officer, man the machinegun turret. I'll sit on top and stand guard." Commanded Stauffenberg.

[The Halseyist Faction]

Alexi eyed the machinegun distastefully, suprised they had surived the police station without even a mildly interesting encounter, and curious as to where any surving Zombi's from the car park massicer had ended up.
'Colonel,' he corrects the Captain, his junior, although from a different branch of service. 'Colonel, Alexi DuGalle.'

[Blademasters765]

Close mate it was Lieutenant Yori's

That zed managed to get him while my back was turned


So do you know how bad the situation is sir?

[Atlaga]

Henderson hopped up into the MVW-6. The SUV with the engineer and the demolitions man had already started to roll. He turned to the Captain. "Get into the turret and man the M3 .50 Cal!" He gunned the motor anxiously. A bomb went off behind them, stemming the flow of the horde, but not coming close to stopping them.

[Blademasters765]

Haha

My pleasure

Johnson hops on the turret opening fire on the zeds just as he realized the pouncing zed

[Gotter des Krieges]

"This is getting crazy!!!!!" Nate roared as the bomb went off zombies kept hitting the front of the SUV luckily nothing was breaking except for the zombies necks and spines. "

Take the wheel John!" Nate yelled he swapped seats with john and started to take apart his cell phone and radio. Nate attached the cellphones sim card with the radio's circuit and wired them together adding the microphone as well. This would allow him to broadcast a message using cellphone towers to make a temporary radio station that would override anyone listening station nearby.

Nate broadcasted this simple message "Johnson and Henderson lead the way to the military base we will follow you." Nate could only pray they had their radio on or they would be dead "Swap seats." Nate said to john. They swapped and Nate slowed down and pulled over watching the zombies grow ever nearer. "Please work." Nate said as he waited to see what they would do.

[Blademasters765]

Johnson flew out of the car through the turret hatch and fell through the air and hit Nate's SUV window


Regaining his senses Johnson used his rifle to keep the zombie away from biting him


OOC:Help

[Gotter des Krieges]

Nate saw his friend in need and jumped out of the car to help. He pulled out his .357 steadied himself and shot the two closest zombies in the chest knocking them down but not out he took the time to his advantage, dragging Johnson into the SUV he watched as Henderson took off in front of Nate leading the way to the base. Nate eager to get out of this hellhole.