[EX] Survivors of the Dead
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				Title: <strong>[EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>general9991824</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 01:58:35</strong>
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				It is the dawn of a new age of mankind.&nbsp; Approximately three months ago, bodies of the recently dead began reanimating for unknown reasons.&nbsp; At first the zombie plague spread slowly but it soon broke free of any attempted containment and rampaged across the earth.&nbsp; Government has collapsed and you haven’t even heard an emergency radio broadcast for about a month.&nbsp; You have left your current sanctuary in search of other living humans or remnants of civilization.&nbsp; Quickly you find that large roads and freeways are clogged with traffic and the walking dead, so you stick to small country roads that avoid large cities.&nbsp; <br><br>While traveling through rural Missouri, you hear what sounds like music drifting on the wind one afternoon.&nbsp; You head towards the general direction of the sound the next day, keenly aware that Zack might have heard the noise as well.&nbsp; While traveling west on Route 8 you see an interesting sight at the intersection with Route 21 as you enter Potosi.&nbsp; There are a few abandoned cars on the side of the road, and a tractor trailer blocking the road north.&nbsp; There is a large dent in the side of the trailer and approximately 80 destroyed zombies radiating out from the point of impact.&nbsp; The stench of rotting flesh is nearly overwhelming in the late June heat, but you approach closer to investigate.&nbsp; <br><br>Most of the zombies’ heads are completely missing or heavily damaged.&nbsp; In addition, some of the bodies have been cut in half or had large sections torn out.&nbsp; You find hundreds of brass casings near the trailer, and while some look familiar most others are larger than anything that you have ever shot; maybe half an inch wide and about 4 inches long.&nbsp; <br><br>Whatever impacted the trailer is gone now, but you can see the bright green anti-freeze drips that proceed down Route 8 into town.&nbsp; <br><br>As you follow the drips into town, you don’t see a single zombie among the houses and shops.&nbsp; Several blocks later, (intersection of High Street and Missouri) you see an Army humvee parked near the front door of what appears to be a church or town hall (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Potossi-courthouse.jpg).&nbsp; The land in front of the building is covered with between two and three hundred dispatched zombies.&nbsp; <br><br>One of the top windows of the building has been knocked out and you can see a thin man with a rifle waving at you.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 08:48:37</strong>
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				Winter slowly cruised into the town, all of her senses screaming at her that moving into such a concentrated population center was a bad idea. The piles of dead (again) zombies were a reassurance that kept her moving, so she weaved around the bodies and then came to a halt, a brief shock running through her when she saw the figure in the building tower. She hadn't seen another living person for more than a week, since the last of her group had died, so the impact of another potentially friendly face was almost painful.<br><br>She probably looked quite odd. She'd taken some time to add to the protection of the car, so it was a fairly crude lashup of bits of wood and metal struts taped and wired around the doors and bumpers, looking like something out of a bad 'post apoc' movie. As a contrast, the girl seated inside looked like she was more suited to sitting at a trendy cafe and sipping coffee, rather than fighting zombies in a car that could have come from Mad Max. Dark, auburn hair, growing out of an expensive haircut, spilled around a pretty face. Freckles scattered across an upturned nose, and large eyes peered up at the man as she waved cautiously back.<br><br>She got as close to the building as she could before turning off the engine. A quick habitual glance around to make sure she hadn't attracted any still-mobile zombies, before she grabbed her old, battered shotgun, checked the load, and then climbed out.<br>"Um. Hi there!" she called, starting to pick her way nervously over the zombie remains.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Custos Morum</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 16:45:10</strong>
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				Ray drove across the large field, heading east. His large car virtually plowed through the wet soil. He looked at the dancing hula-girl that his son had given him. He killed the hula-girl with a fist full of frustration. His eyes watches cautiously around the open field. There were no other way. The road that crawled parallel with his rout was clogged with cars. Some empty, some containing dead people. A few of the later ones moved.<br>"Important note: Charlies density seems to decrease in this direction. Keeping it steady."<br>He spoke with a low voice. He had done this stubbornly the last 28 hours, to keep himself awake and to remind himself that he was still living.<br>He had given Charlie a thought ever since PONOR*. Did one know when he turned into one? How did it spread? What happened to his family?<br>All those questions were grade 10 questions. He had given different thoughts different grades, representing the emotional stress they caused. He was only permitted to think grade 10's when he had food, and was on his mental top. He wouldn't permit himself to go mad, so the only grades permitted during voyage was grade 1 and 2, which was subconscious fits of rage and bodily functions. His mental notes were over those rules. <br>He blinked. He was about to enter some sort of town or city. He slowed down and began to think out loud.<br>"Should I enter the city? It looks abandoned, and I frankly need some sleep. Food to... And weapons. A firearm would surely make things safer for me."<br>He wasn't even considering other survivors. He was one in a kind.<br>"Settled, we will enter the town, but we will only move by day. They did attack during night the last time. When... No Ray, no grade 10 now, keep away. Keep going"<br>He decided to speed up, too, if there were Charlies there.<br><br>The city was empty, but he didn't dare to stop and get out of his car, which by the way was running out of gas. He cruised for a short while, but stopped the car at the beginning of a long stretch. He looked at a sign.<br><em>North Missouri st.</em><br>There were a brick house at the end of the road. And dead, well not moving Charlies. Everywere. He decided to speed there. Someone had managed to take a respective number of them the the right side of afterlife. His hummer roared as he sped, removing distance. Then something happened. He heard a loud "BUMP" and the front jumped a bit. He almost stood on the brake, but they seemed to be out of order as the car slided completely out of control, as if he were driving on ice. He closed his eyes in panic. He became weightless as the car rolled when the horizontal force won over the tires struggle to keep contact with the road. The roof of the car slammed into a large building.<br>Ray lost consciousness<br><br>Anyone observing this afterwards would see a large pile of dead Zachs, with two marks, resembling cartracks that have crossed the pile. A large deep red streak leads down the road, ending with a mutilated, half of the body sunderscraped. Near that point, at the intersection between Missouri and Breton street, is a tipped over, crashed hummer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 19:19:27</strong>
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				Alex's crotch had gone completely numb after several hours on his bicycle. Unlike many other survivors, he had no car to travel with, and figured it would be safer to use a bicycle anyway. With the noise minimized and no dependence on fuel, he could travel infinitely, and fit through narrow spaces if necessary anyway. The trade-off was severe ass and crotch discomfort, but he didn't care, even in this crisis he was still committed to helping Mother Earth.<br><br>The city was a shambles, his whole family missing, presumed dead (or undead, now) so he didn't stick around to find out which. Emptying the cupboards, raiding the garage and setting out on his bike, he left and never looked back, sticking to country roads or off-road areas with his thick mountain bike tires and NEVER GO FLAT tubes protecting him from getting stranded on foot. His backpack was filled with cans of soup, beans, whatever he knew would help him survive. There were also packages of crackers, Pop Tarts, granola bars, whatever he could dig out of the cupboards that wouldn't go bad on him after a week or two...if the food managed to hold out that long. And of course, a can opener.<br><br>That took up the bulk of the space in his backpack, the rest were kitchen knives and screwdrivers (long ones) he brought with him for protection. Those were for last-resort escapes, however, because he was packing two pistols his father had for some reason left behind during the family's escape from the house. Both were fully loaded but he had only one spare load of bullets after that, and he prayed he'd never have to use them at all. So far so good; staying out of sight and quiet was the best plan after all. Though, his journey took days longer than most others'.<br><br>He wasn't really sure where he was going, not having a radio, but he figured finding a small town or at least some other survivors would help him figure it out. And sure enough, the strong smell of burning corpses, mingled with some other chemical stench, caught his nose. If anything, that meant someone had done some serious ass-kicking and probably knew how to defend against a horde of the undead. He headed in the direction of the smell, choking back vomit as it got stronger, and hoped his hunch was right.<br><br>He came upon a sign that read "Potossi: Population 2519". Well, that certainly sounded like a small town. He let his bike roll down a slope into town from the opposite end of where Route 8 would, since he had avoided any named roads. It was quiet; no moans or screams or explosions or gunshots. That was a good sign...potentially. Zombies didn't moan unless they saw prey, though, so that might have just meant the whole town was undead and he was about to start them off moaning. But at least there were buildings here; he'd rather sleep on a rooftop than in another tree again.<br><br>But suddenly he whirled around as he heard a loud roaring, and watched a Hummer plowing through the city as if out of control, and crash into the wall of a church building. "Oh, shit..." Alex gasped, racing over to the accident. He just hoped he wasn't walking towards a car being driven by a zombie, since that might have been the reason it crashed. But if there was a chance that a genuine human life was at stake, he needed to at least try.<br><br>The Hummer was tipped over, so Alex dismounted his bike, not even bothering to put the kickstand up, and let his backpack fall to the ground. He climbed up onto the part of the Hummer that was facing up now; thankfully that was the driver's door so he'd have an easier time seeing if the driver was in fact a zombie or not. The driver appeared unconscious, and zombies never slept, he knew that. The door was unlocked so he pulled it open; the minute it was open all the way it fell off the hinges. "Well, hell..." Alex chuckled, throwing it to the ground. "Hey, mister, you all right?" he asked, poking the driver in the neck and shoulder. Quick jabs, in case it really was a zombie and would try to surprise him with a bite.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>general9991824</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 04:56:21</strong>
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				The man in the tower smiled widely as he saw Winter exit her car.&nbsp; He disappeared into the tower for about a minute and returned with a knotted black rope and a small backpack.&nbsp; He threw the rope down with one end still attached to the tower.&nbsp; Nearly falling a few times, he managed to make his way down to the street.&nbsp; <br><br>As the man walked through the strewn corpses to greet Winter, he became much more visible.&nbsp; He stood about 6'2" tall with red scraggly hair hidden under a black baseball cap.&nbsp; His fair skin is slightly sunburned with plentiful freckles that set off his bright blue eyes.&nbsp; He is wearing stained khaki cargo pants, a black long sleeved shirt, and a tactical vest.&nbsp; His rifle, an M4 with a scope and several attached gadgets, is slung across his chest within easy reach if needed.&nbsp; He smiles widely and extends his hand in greeting as he gets close to the beautiful young girl.<br><br>"Boy am I glad to see somebody else alive,"&nbsp; he beams, "Oh where are my manners?&nbsp; My name is Jack Harper, it is wonderful to meet you."<br><br>Just then he hears Ray's Hummer skid out of control and crash.&nbsp; In half a moment his rifle is up and he scans the wreck through his red dot scope.&nbsp; The tip of the rifle sweeps back and forth over the immediate area watching for shambling danger.&nbsp; He quickly spots Alex and as he climbs onto the flipped truck, and he starts slowly walking towards them.&nbsp; "Stay right behind me.&nbsp; That crash was pretty loud and might attract some unwanted company."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 09:32:01</strong>
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				Winter's answer was interrupted by the crash. She turned to stare in complete surprise, first at the truck... yet another sign of life after a week of solitude... and then the amazing sight of yet another person leaping in to help.<br>"Uh, yeah," she responded finally. "I'm Winter. Winter O'Selden. Tell me, do you have a lot of people running around here?"<br>She had a distinctly British accent, and her tone was wry... her usual response to a surprising situation.<br><br>She fell in behind him, once again checking the load of the shotgun and patting her pocket for the reassuring clatter of her remaining shells.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Custos Morum</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 12:03:24</strong>
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				Shapes were forming Rays sight. Out of the darkness came some moving things. He thought it was a face. He was just about to grab his screwdriver when the ex-Charlie spoke to him. His past experience what that the only speech you got from dear ol' Charlie was that horrific moaning. This wasn't moaning, therefire not one of them. Unless they tried to deceive him by learning to talk. To much&nbsp; to think about. He felt really bad. His head was smashed up, he tasted blood in his mouth and his screwdriver were nowhere to be seen.<br>"I'm not dead, how about you?"<br>He probably was a Carlie, and now awaiting was the feeling of teeth sinking into his flesh. He bit his jaw and waited with closed eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 16:41:32</strong>
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				"Well you sure as shit look like it." Alex commented. The guy was bleeding all over the place, probably had a broken bone or two unless he was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. Well, now that Alex knew the driver was not a flesh eater, he reached down and undid the seatbelt and pulled him up. "Let me know if anything hurts. We'll be able to tell what's broken, if nothing else." he said, hooking his arms under the driver's armpits and lifting him. "Can you move your legs?" he asked, wondering if the man had suffered spinal injury and become paralyzed.<br><br>He turned his head as he heard some other voices and noises, and saw two people approaching them. They weren't moaning, and it looked like they were communicating, so he doubted they were among the walking undead. "Little help here!?" he called over to them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>general9991824</strong> on <strong>10-07-2008, 23:22:12</strong>
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				"Pleasure to meet you Winter," Jack replied as the pair advanced on the crash.&nbsp; He turned around to make eye contact and give her a warm smile,&nbsp; "To be honest, you folks are the first poeple I have seen in over two weeks that weren't shambling and moaning.&nbsp; I am very glad for the change.&nbsp; These two up here could be Kim Jung Il and the Ayatollah for all I care; I would still be happy to see them."&nbsp; <br><br>He turned and lifted his rifle back up to the ready, "Keep your head on a swivel, I think this immediate area is clear but you never know.&nbsp; That crash might have caught the ear of a roamer."&nbsp; As they got closer, he heard Alex's request for help and did a quick 360 check for trouble.&nbsp; "Winter, please keep an eye out and shout if you see anything shambling our way."&nbsp; <br><br>Jack lowered his rifle and let it rest on his chest sling as he carefully mounted the flipped truck.&nbsp; He looked over Ray's broken and bloodied body then looked up at Alex,&nbsp; "No time to immobilize him.&nbsp; If he's got a spinal injury he's as good as dead anyway."&nbsp; Suddenly aware of what he just said he looks down at Ray and shrugs his shoulders, "Sorry buddy but it's the truth.&nbsp; Sir, if you grab him under the arms, I will get his legs and we can try to lift him down."&nbsp; He gestures his head down towards the courthouse, "I have a relatively safe location and a first aid kit about a block from here.&nbsp; Let's get over that way and then assess his condition."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 03:12:10</strong>
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				Alex didn't like hearing the truth about the situation; it was bad enough people were being eaten alive by zombies, but people dying in other ways now just seemed so much worse than ever...or maybe that was because it was happening right in front of him. He helped Jack lift Ray from the driver's seat and smirked as the old man addressed him as 'sir'. "You're the first person to ever call me 'sir', sir." Alex said, feeling awkward. "Everyone usually just calls me 'kid' or whatever." For being a 19-year-old, he looked to be still about 17 or so.<br><br>"I'll take his shoulders, you take his legs." Alex volunteered. Being younger, he knew the torso was heavier than the legs so he would carry the heavier part of Ray. "I take it you and that woman aren't the only ones here?" he asked. "Not too many loners would be keen on sharing what they have in this situation, or at least that's what all my teachers have been telling me."
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				Post by: <strong>Custos Morum</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 05:15:36</strong>
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				Ray was totally out of it. His world was shaking and fading in and out. He barely heard the others conversation. He did pick one thing though.<br>"I, I can move my friggin own legs"<br>Ray jiggled them just to show them, but the movement was feeble and he decided that he had to prove that when he had more energy. His body hurt, everywere. The feeling grew stronger for every step they were taking him. Bruises, cuts and minor wounds bit his body. He felt really, really bad.<br>"Damn son, am I dying?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>general9991824</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 05:29:00</strong>
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				"Congratulations, when shit hits the fan you get promoted from kid to sir real fast." &nbsp;Jack said as the two lugged Ray through the sunlight street. &nbsp;"The woman's name is Winter, and I'm Jack. &nbsp;And until the three of you showed up a few minutes ago I was the only beating heart in this town. &nbsp;I have been here for three days hanging out in the tower of the old courthouse. &nbsp;The only way up is by ladder or rope so I figured it was pretty safe." &nbsp;<br><br>Jack looked down at Ray as he spoke up, "I think you are going to be ok, we just need to get you patched up."<br><br>Jack grunts as he lowers Ray onto a soft patch of grass under the trees in front of the courthouse. &nbsp;"Say here, I will be right back." Jack scrambles over to the nearby humvee and rummages around in the back seat. &nbsp;While he is looking you notice that the front of his truck is pretty badly smashed up and there is a green stain on the concrete under the engine. &nbsp;He returns in a few minutes with a military first aid kit and begins to address Ray's wounds, carefully inspecting each cut or scrape to see if it looks like a bite. &nbsp;<br><br>"I guess I should start from the beginning. &nbsp;Before all this shit happened I used to be a software engineer for the Army. &nbsp;I worked on robots and UAV's and other high tech shit that doesn't matter anymore. &nbsp;I was on a business trip to Ft. Hood when the Great Panic hit. &nbsp;I got locked down in the base for nearly a month while the world fell down around our ears. &nbsp;Finally somebody in charge decided it was time to kick ass or die trying, so they deployed the First Cav and Fourth Infantry to Austin to combat the growing hordes and take back the city. &nbsp;We never heard from them again. &nbsp;I waited another week until the horde was crawling up to the gates before I stole a humvee and as much supplies and ammunition as I could carry. &nbsp;I was trying to get back home to Jersey when I got stuck here.<br><br>"I came in from the south on route 21 when I guess I must have zoned out. &nbsp;This kid....fucking zombie kid wandered out into the street. &nbsp;If I was on the ball I would have just run him over, but half out of it I swerved out of instinct. &nbsp;I clipped a few road signs before I over corrected and slammed into the side of a damn semi trailer." Jack cocks his head back toward his truck. &nbsp;"The impact knocked me out and when I came to I was surrounded by a small crowd of Zack. &nbsp;Good thing it was an up-armored model or they would have pulled me right out. &nbsp;I got on the deuce and cut them down. &nbsp;Fucking 400 rounds to drop 80 rotbags; what a waste of ammo. <br><br>"I managed to get it peeled out of the trailer, but I only made it as far as the courthouse before it died. &nbsp;I think I must have cracked the radiator, but I don't know too much about engines. &nbsp;All the freaking noise I made woke every zombie in the area. &nbsp;Fortunately I was smart enough to take the high ground in the tower. &nbsp;I spent the next few days learning how to shoot better and picking off every rotting corpse that came by. &nbsp;Jump forward a couple of days and and here we are." &nbsp;<br><br>Jack patched up a few of Ray's small lacerations when he saw one cut on his leg that caught his attention, "Hey buddy," he gently patted Ray's cheek, "have you been bitten? &nbsp;Before the wreck; can you remember?&nbsp; Did you have this wound before?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 05:53:35</strong>
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				Alex listened to the story, feeling very disappointed. So there were fewer survivors than he thought. And between the three men (himself included) there was only one woman, Winter. How awkward would that be? He decided not to mention it, fearing it might cause tension and that was the last thing they needed now.<br><br>"If he's been bitten, I think we'd know within 24 hours or so. I heard on the radio that's how long it takes for the infection to reanimate a body, before all the signals stopped." he said, hoping for Ray's sake that the wounds on his body were just from the crash.<br><br>"You're a military man then, Jack. Any long-term plans? Just stay here and wait for the zombies to all rot until their skeletons fall out of their skin, or what? You don't think it might be a good idea to try and look for other survivors or something?" he asked. "I mean, I'm by no means an expert in killing zombies, but if we hole up in your shelter and get surrounded, I think we'd be pretty screwed, don't you? It might be better if we find more people to help hold down the fort if something like that happens. Or maybe we could try to find a way to bring more people here to us." he suggested.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>general9991824</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 06:27:56</strong>
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				"First of all, I'm not really a military man; I'm more of a computer nerd.&nbsp; I just worked for soldiers long enough to pick up some of the lingo and a little knowledge on firearms," Jack pauses for a bit as he looks up at the tower.<br><br>"I've had some time to think over the last few days and I know you're right.&nbsp; This tower was only a temporary fix.&nbsp; I couldn't fix my truck, and I've got enough good shit in there that I didn't want to just walk away from it.&nbsp; In the end I can't go it alone, and I don't know what I found find in Jersey even if I made it back.&nbsp; We have to group up, combine our assets and try to find a good place to secure.&nbsp; <br><br>Jack bites his lip and stares down at the ground for a bit.&nbsp; "I think you are right that we are going to need more people.&nbsp; Assuming Crash Test Dummy here survives, we are only four people.&nbsp; We'll need more than that to hope to survive for very long.&nbsp; OK, what if we find an old AM transmitter, there should be one not too far away, and crank it up to broadcast a homing message.&nbsp; I saw some wind turbines maybe 10 miles south of here.&nbsp; Not big ones but good enough.&nbsp; We could throw a turbine on top of the radio tower and hook it all together.&nbsp; It won't work all the time but it might be good enough.&nbsp; Now we just need to find a good place to hunker down."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 08:41:58</strong>
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				Winter had seen first-hand, and quite up-close, just what happened to people who didn't watch when watching was needed. She kept her back to the others, shotgun at the ready while she scanned the streets over and over again. Finally, the skin between her shoulderblades crawling from their exposed position, she called back over her shoulder.<br>"While I'm sure these all sound like very good plans, could we perhaps talk about them after we get behind a few walls? I don't have too many shells left, and I would really prefer not to end up fighting with my bare hands. Is our new friend here going to live?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Custos Morum</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 15:10:02</strong>
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				<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=18084.msg707956#msg707956">Quote from: Mathim on 11-07-2008, 05:53:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"If he's been bitten, I think we'd know within 24 hours or so. I heard on the radio that's how long it takes for the infection to reanimate a body, before all the signals stopped."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Ray still felt dazed, but he picked up pieces of what they said around him. He did hear alarming things about bites through the mist<br>"I'm not bitten or anything like that! I'm healthy as a doctor!"<br>He was still slurring a bit, but Rays senses came back as he listened to the conversations "above" himself. He really didn't hang on to everything, and a small voice in his head wondered slightly if he'd had concussion after all. And as if his body didn't hurt enough, the state of shock that the face of other survivors had induced was still imminent and very present. He wasn't the only one? How could it be? Ray allowed himself to grade 8 for a couple of seconds. Out of habit rooted under his lonely days, Ray spoke to himself:<br>"How the hell did these people, most of all a woman, survive? How?"<br>He felt his view black out again, and managed to say<br>"Damn I'm tired"<br>before he passed out.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 15:37:34</strong>
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				"I can't tell if it's brain damage or just shock..." Alex shook his head at Ray's condition.&nbsp; But at least he was unconscious; from the looks of things, when his eyes were open he didn't seem to have a concussion, or the poor guy would probably be completely screwed.<br><br>"Jack, why don't we take him to whatever shelter you were holed up in, and that lady can watch over him while you and I try to get that radio signal sent out?" he suggested. "Then, I suggest we find something underground like a big cellar or bomb shelter. I doubt any zombies would go out of their way trying to find us in a place like that. Plus all our noise would be drowned out, they wouldn't know where to find us at."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>general9991824</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 16:41:51</strong>
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				"I agree with you and Winter, we need to find shelter before we worry about any grander plans.&nbsp; Unfortunately the only really safe place I know of is in that tower, and while it may just fit all four of us the only way up is by ladder or rope.&nbsp; And he doesn't look capable of dealing with either one right now,"&nbsp; Jack groaned as he lifted himself up and scanned the horizon.&nbsp; "What about some of these buildings along High Street?&nbsp; They look pretty strong and if we go up to the second floor and then destroy the stairs we should be pretty safe.&nbsp; That will at least get us off the street until we can come up with a more permanent location.&nbsp; What do you guys think?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>11-07-2008, 17:44:06</strong>
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				"I still think we should have a back-up in case we get surrounded. Is there a warehouse or anything like that around here? Something we can fit a car into, and then drive out from inside the building? That way we won't have to fight our way through them to get to an escape vehicle." Alex disagreed. "Especially since, if he takes a turn for the worse, we should try to hit the road and find someone who can help him. All I've had is some basic life support classes, I can't really do anything about broken limbs or infections." he took Ray's pulse just to make sure the passed-out man hadn't kicked the bucket.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trinity</strong> on <strong>12-07-2008, 10:32:13</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Sarah Bertinelli</span><br><br>Sarah didn't know how long she'd been walking for three days, four? She just knew that she was bone weary and terribly hungry. Her little black dress had definitely seen better days, but she hadn't been able to find anything to change into. She could hardly believe it's been a month since the world ended. <br><br>She had been w/ some of her coworkers for most of the time, and they'd managed to survive for the most part. Things had gotten worse and worse though and they had decided to leave the city, figuring that a less populated area would have less zombies. They had all thought the zombies were the only thing they had to worry about they were wrong. It was three or four days ago, she was to tired to remember when their little convoy of two cars had been attacked by bandits or thats what she took to calling them. At first they were happy to see a group of people w/ guns, but that quickly changed when they shot her boss in the face and opened fire on the rest of them. Sarah had gotten split off from the others when they fled, she didn't even know if any of them were alive or not, but she held out hope.<br><br>Not long after she happened upon this little town and she heard the "bang" of the hummer accident and she knew that zombies didn't make big noises like that so she made her way to where she thought it had come from. Regardless it was civilization, so she had hoped she could scrounge up some food and water at the very least, since she'd already wanted to just lay down and go to sleep, so she knew she wasn't going to make it for very much longer.<br><br>She peeked out from behind one of the alleys and saw the humvee accident along w/ a few people milling around talking to each other as they tried to help one of the men out of the vehicle. He didn't look so good, she figured since they were helping him, and didn't look like the bandits that they might be okay people, but just in case she fished out her pistol though she didn't aim it at anything but the ground.<br><br>She came out slowly from her hiding place not making any aggressive movements and called out to the small group. <strong>"Hello there! Oh am I glad to see you guys."</strong> The woman who came out and waved to you was pretty (you may have seen her on tv since she was a local reporter) w/ black hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a little black dress that had seen better days a pair of sneakers and she had a golf club, a glock semi auto (which was pointed at the ground, at her side), and was wearing a back pack she looked a bit worse for wear, w/ several scrapes and bruises and the like, so pretty much like the rest of the survivors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 08:54:58</strong>
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				Sarah nearly caught a load of 12-gauge. Winter turned back from her snippy comment to the others to suddenly see this woman emerge from cover. Her shotgun was already rising before she realised the newcomer was walking normally and waving in a controlled manner.<br>"Holy <em>shit</em> please don't do that," she gasped, waiting for her heart to ease down.<br><br>She glanced at the warehouse, frowned, and then nodded.<br>"I'll second the warehouse idea. If someone will come with me, I'll go make sure we don't have any of the hiding kind in there. Someone else can stay with this guy... You, new girl, can you watch the guy here while we go clear out the building over there? Then we'll need some lookouts while we move all our stuff in. Make sense?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>general9991824</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 03:39:16</strong>
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				Jack reacts quickly to face Sarah and lowers his weapon when Winter relaxes.&nbsp; "Miss, could you please come over here quietly?&nbsp; We have already made quite a bit of noise today."&nbsp; Jack waits until Sarah approaches the group and offers his hand.&nbsp; "Morning Miss, my name is Jack, the young man here is Alex, Ray was the one in the car wreck and is a bit worse for the wear.&nbsp; And of course you have already met Winter."<br><br>Jack turns back to the group and rubs his face while he thinks.&nbsp; "OK I agree with your warehouse idea.&nbsp; Although we will have a wider perimeter to secure, we will have multiple ways out if we are overrun," he pauses for a second, "OK here's an idea.&nbsp; Back out near where I wrecked into the tractor trailer, there were two good possibilities.&nbsp; Right to the west of the intersection is a Home Depot.&nbsp; It will have big doors for us to get a few cars in and plenty of building materials so we can secure the openings.&nbsp; But it doesn't have much else besides tools and lumber.&nbsp; Another good possibility is a WalMart just a little further south on 21.&nbsp; We won't have as many building materials, but we should have a good assortment of other supplies like food, clothing, tools, medicine, and ammunition."<br><br>"The primary danger I see is that there is also a hospital right near both locations," Jack draws a little map in the dirt to show the building locations.&nbsp; "Quite a few of the zed heads I took out at the accident site came out of the hospital.&nbsp; There may still be more inside.&nbsp; Also, you can be sure there will be a few of them inside each of those stores.&nbsp; They have skylights so there is some visibility during the day.&nbsp; It will be risky but I think if we are smart about it we could clear them out."<br><br>"My truck can't run far, but I think I could get it to either place before the engine overheats,"&nbsp; Jack pats the dented front of the humvee, "I have a few supplies left that may help us if we plan to sweep and clear a place."&nbsp; He cracks open the covered "trunk" of the humvee so everyone can see.&nbsp; "I managed to grab a few things before I left Hood.&nbsp; Unfortunately I used up most of the ammo but there is still some left.&nbsp; We've got 200 rounds of fifty cal for the Ma Deuce on the roof, in case we run into a zombie elephants.&nbsp; I grabbed two M16's, A4's at that, with Picatinny rails and red dot sights.&nbsp; They come with 10 magazines, all full, and another 300 rounds of lose five-five-six," he pauses to rummage around a bit.&nbsp; "I have maybe a dozen or so MRE's, about thirty half liter bottles of water, three hundred-round boxes of nine-mil for my M9 (pats the pistol on his hip) or anyone else's, and six frag grenades.&nbsp; I am not sure how much good those will be, but we do have them.&nbsp; Let me grab a few things out of the tower, and we can head out.&nbsp; We can secure Ray in the back seat, and I'll need somebody else as a gunner.&nbsp; Winter if you want to bring your car, maybe someone can ride shotgun with you.&nbsp; If we drive slow and steady we should be able to get there in fifteen minutes or so.&nbsp; Someone can stay back to guard Ray, and the rest of us can sweep through before it gets dark.&nbsp; Sound like a plan?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trinity</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 10:52:43</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Sarah</span><br><br>When Winter points the gun at her she holds up both hands. <strong>"Whoa whoa! Please don't shoot!"</strong> When the other woman lowers the shot gun she comes over slowly. <strong>"I I'm sorry. I uh didn't mean to sneak up on you."</strong> When she asks her to keep an eye out she nods affirmative and does so.<br><br>When Jack holds out his hand she shakes it. <strong>"Uhm I'm Sarah, Sarah Bertinelli. Is he going to be okay?</strong> She hoped that the man in the car accident wasn't hurt to badly, and it wasn't for any selfish it'd slow them down way, she just didn't like seeing people hurt, and since she didn't know anything about medicine she couldn't really do much to help him herself. She listened as Jack started talking about the stuff he had taken from the hood (hehe) and she hoped that there was no such thing as zombie animals, but y'know it did kinda make sense since humans were just animals right? She didn't really know what he was talking about w/ the military jargon, but she figured he had pretty much an arsenal packed away in there and knew how to use it. The one thing she did know what it was was the water and she licked her dry cracked lips. <strong>"Hey uhm uh do you think I could maybe get a bottle of water off of you please? Or y'know if not could you point me in the direction of some maybe? I I don't mean to be a burden or whatever but I just uh haven't had anything to eat or drink in about three days."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>general9991824</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 12:05:30</strong>
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				Jack smiles as he rummages around his trunk and grabs two bottles of water and a granola bar.&nbsp; "Here you go dear.&nbsp; I realized a while ago that all the suplies in the world aren't going to do me much good if I am the only one left alive.&nbsp; I've seen the Omega Man and that scenario doesn't much appeal to me."&nbsp; As he speaks he offers the food or weapons in his trunk to anyone who needs anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 14:53:01</strong>
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				"Yeah, that movie is about exactly why shit like this shouldn't happen!" Alex exclaimed. "But oh, no, we have to come up with three new ways to kill people every week to meet our government quota, and now we've come up with a way to do it where they don't stay dead!" he laughed bitterly. "Anyway, I vote we all hit the Home Depot Jack mentioned and barricade ourselves in there. They have a garden department in there, we can grow food for the long haul and the fence is chain-link so we can poke a crowbar through the holes and start killing zombies if they come shuffling up. Plus they're bound to have a place we can put Ray, and tons of things we can use for weapons besides. We can't afford to stay on the run, we'll run out of supplies and starve before we get eaten. We need a fortress where we can hunker down for the long haul. Let's do it." he decided. "And I used to work there. In the back room, there's always manhole right in the middle of the floor. If we need to retreat, we can open that up and get into the sewers as a last resort."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>15-07-2008, 19:23:51</strong>
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				Thom had an empty rucksack over his shoulders as he pedaled along from his fortified house, his bastion of safety at the corner of West Breton and Clark ST, to a grocery store to find some food. His perishables hadn't perished, he'd been sure to eat them first, but he was running out of canned food and wanted to make a go for more while he was still strong enough. He had his magnum in a holster, the only weapon he bothered to carry, the others more suited to defensive positions than the run and gun he would be trying. He was pedaling down West Breton when he saw the group next to the hummer, two women and three men by his count. He hadn't seen any live people since his brother had been taken, and was shocked. They were holding weapons and talking quietly. <br><br>To be on the safe side, Thom stopped his bike and picked up a stone and threw it near the feet of what appeared to be their lookout, a woman with a shotgun. He held up his gun, and was waving, silently hoping that they understood the message. He was human and armed and wanted to talk without getting shot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>general9991824</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 03:02:33</strong>
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				"OK so we have one vote for Home Depot and..." Jack stopped mid sentence as he heard a pebble land near Winter's feet.&nbsp; He snapped around quickly, raising his rifle and scanning the horizon.&nbsp; He quickly spotted the pistol armed man waving.&nbsp; "Well when it rains it pours.&nbsp; I should have had chips and dip ready.&nbsp; Stay calm folks, and lets see what this guy wants."&nbsp; <br><br>Jack slowly lowers his rifle to rest against his chest, but keeps his right hand on the grip with his finger off the trigger.&nbsp; He raises his left hand and puts one finger across his lips, before waving the man towards them.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 03:15:45</strong>
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				Pedaling over slowly, Thom stopped his bike a few feet from the group, surveying them and seeing that they're not the infected. None look injured, except for one, and that might explain the vehicle wrecked.<br><br>"I'm surprised that I haven't heard your group before now, I live in a house down the road that I've boarded up and hoarded some supplies in, did you all just get here or have you been hiding under my nose? I'm starting to run out of food, so I'm here foraging, but like I say, my house is fortified if you all want to help me and go there," he said with a Missouri accent, the young man of 20 seeming confident and sure about what he was saying and what his mission was. He had dark hair and was dirty, but not as bad as the others. He'd been living in his house, but had been conserving water. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>general9991824</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 03:32:46</strong>
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				"Hello, my name is Jack.&nbsp; This is Winter, Alex, Sarah, and Ray, who was unfortunately wounded in the car wreck over there.&nbsp; I've actually been here for about four days, steadily plinking away at any Zack that I could attract."&nbsp; Jack said as he looked over the new arrival.&nbsp; "I appreciate the offer to hold up in your house; it is definitely a viable option.&nbsp; We were just discussing whether we should try to take and hold the Home Depot or Walmart outside of town.&nbsp; Either one should have some needed supplies, and be large enough that we could move our vehicles in for repairs.&nbsp; What do you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 04:34:59</strong>
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				"I think that Wal-Mart would be the better option because it'll have the refridgeration needs to hold perishable foods besides all the canned food and other little things that we want to have to make our lives easier that no one will think of until it's time to get one. I'm sure they have generators, the one here has a gas station nearby and a vehicle center, which I don't think that Home Depot has. Also, anything we need from Home Depot is much easier to transport to a Wal-Mart, besides staying better. I forget at the moment, but I think that we also have one of those set ups where they're in the same general shopping center, but they have separate buildings, which makes Wal-Mart still better. And I have all the tools that I need at my house, wood working tools and such."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 05:35:17</strong>
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				"Well unless we stack boxes of vacuum cleaners and other useless junk in front of all the glass doors, we're not going to be safe in either of them, so let's decide right this minute which one we're going to." Alex said. "The sooner we get barricaded in, the better. I didn't know there was a Walmart here, they have a sporting goods department and that means guns and ammo. And archery equipment too, probably. Hell, they even have airsoft guns and slingshots. Get them through the eyes and even a pellet gun can take them down, I bet." he started formulating more plans. "Let's hit Walmart, then, before someone else beats us to it and takes everything useful. They have a garden department too, so we can still grow our own food."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kitikat</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 09:16:29</strong>
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				Winter sighed and pressed two fingers to her eyes... it was like the whole world was trying to give her a heart attack. She'd just relaxed from the shock the other woman had given her before the clack of the pebble had made her practically leap sideways.<br><br>As such, she was pretty quiet until the Walmart decision, not wanting to sbe snippy again over being frightened.<br>"That sounds good," she agreed, her British accent sharp against the American drawls. Turning on her heel, she headed for her car, picking her way over the bodies again until she could open the boot and the back door.<br>"Let's transfer my stuff across to your car, or whatever that truck thing is called. If you think it's reliable, that is. The rest of you can go scout out that Walmart place, right? Whoever's helping me can keep an eye on the car accident guy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trinity</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 09:48:50</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Sarah</span><br><br><strong>"Oh thank you."</strong> She says relief washing over her and she tore into the water and power bar a bit ravenously more interested in the food and water at the moment then the conversation. So much so she didn't hear the stone, but she did see everyone jerk to ready and when they did she flinched away and her eyes darted around to find the threat. Fortunately it wasn't one. She plowed through the water and the granola bar pretty quickly and kinda tuned back into the conversation she didn't really know which one would be best though since both had pluses and minuses to them. <strong>"Uhm what about other people? I mean I was w/ some co-workers and we were attacked by a group of people, living humans, uhm and we got split up.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 14:55:55</strong>
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				"If that happened, then that's all the more reason we need to hurry the fuck up and get to the Walmart and make sure they didn't hit it first. We need to make sure we get there in time to barricade ourselves in so no one can sabotage it, that's our one hope to get a shelter we can rely on. Odds are, if your friends are still alive, they'll make it here eventually and we can help them. But going to look for them or anything like that would be suicidal." Alex shook his head. "Keeping ourselves alive has to be our priority right now. I'm sorry if that sounds cruel but the world has become a very different place very quickly, and the rules changed as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 21:45:52</strong>
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				"Okay, then let's get everything either moved into a reliable vehicle or packed up. I assume that you, Jack, and I know I do, have stuff at our previous locations that we should pick up, but Alex is right, we need to get out of this overexposed position and back into safety as soon as possible. So that means we need to start hitching over to Wal-Mart, right now. If that vehicle doesn't work, then we'll go from here to the Jack's place and then to my place, picking everything up in one go, or as much of it as we can. We want to be quiet, on the off chance that the dead can hear," Thom said, tired of waiting outside after only a few minutes. <br><br>"If the car can't hold all of us, then I can ride on my bike and I see another. We can ride ahead and be out of the danger zone of your noise or smell.&nbsp; And you, your friends are either dead or a rescue mission will get us dead. It's a straight liability at the moment, and even a rescue operation wouldn't bring them to any place safer unless we get the Wal-Mart secure. So let's get a move on and maybe we can save them or send some signals to them. <br><br>Also, Wal-Mart is going to have the stuff I need to build a HAM radio, so we want to get there to get word out about some of us still alive. You all ready for going across town? It's going to be the most dangerous Wal-Mart run we've ever had."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>16-07-2008, 22:59:54</strong>
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				"That other bike is mine." Alex said. "I think I and someone else should ride ahead to Walmart right now, and make sure there's no wanderers or bandits around. We can start pushing boxes in front of the glass doors and you guys can pull the vehicles in through the big rig delivery docks in the back. After that we barricade ourselves in and start at self-sufficiency." he suggested. "Besides, it will do us no good to gather up all of our supplies out of our hideouts, only to find the Walmart's already been raided."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>general9991824</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 02:14:41</strong>
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				"OK here's the plan, Thom and Alex, you go ahead on your bikes and scout out the Walmart.&nbsp; Stick closely together and do not go inside once you get there.&nbsp; I'll bet big money there are at least half a dozen zombies inside so we don't want to go in half assed."&nbsp; Jack looks to both for confirmation.<br><br>"The rest of us can fit inside my Humvee.&nbsp; Sarah, can you stay in the back seat with Ray and make sure he doesn't get knocked around too much?&nbsp; Winter, you can ride shotgun, literally.&nbsp; We will drive nice and slowly through town and should be able to get to the store in 10 minutes or so."&nbsp; Jack quickly scales the rope up to his tower and descends a minute later with a few spare magazines, a flashlight, and a pair of binoculars.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thom, Alex, you two can go on ahead whenever you are ready.&nbsp; As for hitting your house Thom, I would recommend skipping it for now.&nbsp; We can come back in an armed group to reclaim your supplies once we are more organized.&nbsp; I don't think it is a good idea for anyone to go out on their own, so be sure to stick together." Jack pauses for a second as he helps Winter move the last of her gear into the Humvee and closes the trunk.&nbsp; "See if they have an automotive department.&nbsp; It will be easier than a loading dock and should have a lot of the repair equipment we need right there."<br><br>Jack rummages around the front seat of his Humvee and comes out with two small talkabout radios.&nbsp; "Take one of these.&nbsp; I have it set on channel 3, scramble code 1719.&nbsp; Keep it on so we have a good line of communication and let us know if you run into trouble.&nbsp; Good luck."<br><br>Jack motions Sarah over to help him lift Ray into the back of the Humvee.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 02:41:46</strong>
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				"Right, thanks for the walkie-talkie. We'll go on ahead and scout out the Wal-Mart and we'll try to stay out of trouble. And I might recommend that your engine is going to be loud no matter what. Might as well give us a few minutes to get over there and then come barreling through. Driving slow will give them a chance to latch on. See you soon, don't leave us alone for too long," Thom said, taking the radios and tossing one to Alex before mounting his bike and starting off, waiting for Alex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 04:48:45</strong>
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				Alex clipped the radio to the back of his shorts. "Try to keep up." winked at Thom, knowing he was probably in better shape for biking than the other man. He was riding in high gear and got started slowly but quickly accelerated in the direction of the Walmart. Like hell he wasn't going to go in. If anything it would be a better idea to open up the doors and lure any zombies out into the open. Even an unarmed person could then do a simple foot-sweep to knock them down, and then stomp on their skull.<br><br>Once they were there, Alex hopped off and put the kickstand up; he made sure his bike was several yards away from the doors, enough that he could run over to it instead of getting stuck mounting it right near the door if he was in danger of being ambushed.<br><br>"You wait here." Alex told Thom. "If I don't come out in two minutes...don't bother coming in after me." he shook his head.<br><br>He went up to the sliding glass doors; amazingly enough they were still powered on and opened at his presence. He looked around; empty checkstands and abandoned carts, but everything was more or less in place, though there were things strewn about on the floors everywhere. He didn't hear anything. He put his fingers in his lips and gave a loud, shrill, high-pitched whistle, lasting ten seconds. Several loud moans responded, and he gave another one, starting to retreat back out the exit. He gave a final one, hoping they were all heading his way now.<br><br>He turned around and ran out the doors. "Hey, get ready. We're going to have at least half a dozen of them coming out at us." he said. He pulled a long, heavy wrench out of his backpack and smacked it against his other hand. "What have you got to protect yourself?" he asked Thom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 05:36:09</strong>
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				Amazed by the stupidity of the man that he had easily kept up with, he responded, "I've got eight bullets for my .357. Could you be any fucking dumber, or do you just have a death wish? You've got a wrench, it gives you maybe a foot of reach, and you think that we're properly prepared to trigger the ambush that you just did? Really, I never want to be running point with you again, going in, I would have gone along with, triggering the fucking goon squad and not even knowing what I have or being properly prepared yourself...Fucktard."<br><br>After ranting, his pistol drawn and loaded, the spare two shells of his six-shooter jingling in his pocket, he put the bike in front of him and took a wide stance, ready to fire upon the shambling charge that was coming their way. <br><br>"Oh, and while I'm still alive and pissed, your little whistle shit could have just as easily called out zombies from all around us."<br><br>And at that cue, a moan from behind sounded. <br><br>"Fuck!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 07:09:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, go fuck yourself! I didn't ask for your help, I could have handled this on my own! And what idiot decides to pack a hand-cannon like that? You'll attract every zombie in a damn ten-mile radius! At least I was indoors when I whistled, the only ones who'd hear it are in there! And I'd much rather fight them one at a time out here than in that enclosed space! They're stupid, don't you get it? They won't team up on you, and they're slow as hell. Bash one on the head, if it's not dead after that, it'll still be on the ground and might as well be dead." Alex snapped. "Or haven't you been toe-to-toe with them? Sure is comfy having that gun, I may have a pair myself but I didn't want to waste bullets and create noise! Guns are for desperation, things like this are for clearing out small numbers like that!" he pointed at three zombies shambling out, each ten feet apart from one another. "If you don't want any more coming along, just shut the hell up an leave them to me, or grab something you can jam through their eye sockets!" he sneered.<br><br>He even dared walk right up to the first one, the other two barely keeping up with it. "Sorry, whoever you were. Nothing personal." he said, raising the wrench above his head. The zombie opened its mouth to moan, but no sound came; the wrench was already buried within its skull. Alex backed off and let the zombie slump to the ground, dead. He gripped the wrench again and put his foot on the zombie's skull, pulling as hard as he could and withdrawing the weapon. "See, this never runs out of ammo, either. Could use a crowbar, though, it's longer and would probably stand up to more skull-cracking without getting dented..."<br><br>The other two were approaching, and a few more were moaning inside the store. "The others should be here soon. With any luck, by then we'll have most of the store cleared out and we won't have to waste time getting everything set up. Something tells me if that one lady's friends were attacked by bandits, they might find us. We'll need to be ready to defend ourselves against smarter, faster enemies. These guys are nothing." he said, kicking the next zombie in the chest and knocking it over. Standing atop its chest, he kicked the bottom of its chin as hard as he could; the sound was the most disgusting he'd ever heard, but the result was the zombie's still-living head popped off and rolled towards the next one.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>general9991824</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 20:05:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You can make out at least 4 more shambling zombies in the store moving towards you.&nbsp; An old fat man, a female clerk missing her left arm, and two younger teenage men.<br><br>The sound you heard behind you was the moan of a zombie at the edge of the parking lot.&nbsp; From here it looks like a nurse or doctor since it is wearing teal green scrubs and a bloody face mask.&nbsp; Behind it are at least another 8 zombies slowly stumbling from the vicinity of the hospital.&nbsp; <br><br>There are several dozen cars in the parking lot in various states of disrepair.&nbsp; A jacked up pickup near your position just started rocking.&nbsp; You can see a large zombie with a mullet still buckled up inside trying to beat his way through the door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 20:26:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, come on, help me!" Alex held the wrench like a sword and jabbed it forward into the forehead of the old fat man, splattering the frontal lobe, where the virus was concentrated, killing the zombie. "Grab something that doesn't waste ammo and get cracking! I've got some knives in my backpack, just stick them through their eye sockets and twist!" he shouted at Thom, knowing from experience that it was an effective maneuver. He retreated back toward his bike, waiting for the teens and one-armed zombie from inside Walmart to come to him. "I love that they're so slow we don't even need to run to get away from them, we can just walk. It's like trying to outrun a person with a prosthetic leg and no cane." he smiled. "That's our one saving grace against them, if nothing else."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The American Patriot</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 04:25:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				CW3 Kaine looked through his binoculars at the scene in the Wal-Mart parking lot and grinned. 'Survivors,' he thought. 'Not marauders... But survivors.' <br><br>CW3 Kaine was a tall man, who was still wearing the same combat gear that he had been wearing when he remained behind after stuffing a group of survivors on an evac 'copter. He had barely survived the onslaught of reanimated life forms that had overran the building. The only reason he had made it out of that death trap alive was the fact he lucked out and the building had been equipped with a high rise fire escape system. <br><br>CW3 Kaine checked the area one last time and started to move quickly towards the Wal-Mart, he kept moveing from cover to cover, never allowing himself to be exposed for more than a few seconds. Kaine looked in one of the cars as he passed it, and the renaimated life forms inside the car started to bang on the windows trying to get to him. Kaine debated pulling the pin on one of his grenades to destroy the car full of those 'things' but instead took off in a sprint towards the front of the wal-mart. <br><br>"Don't shoot!" he called out. "I'm a friendly!" <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 04:45:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex noticed, opposite from the direction where more zombies in the distance were approaching, was another survivor, running much too quickly to be a zombie. And he talked. "Well make yourself useful and help us clean up this mess before we get in over our heads!" he said, pointing to the remaining Walmart zombies, and looking past the man's shoulders for any more wanderers that might be approaching.<br><br>He didn't know if this newcomer approaching was trustworthy, though. "And don't try anything funny! We've got a carload of friends coming any minute now." he cautioned the stranger.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The American Patriot</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 05:01:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				CW3 Speight nodded and fired several quick shots off, blowing off the heads of the zombies shambling out of the Wal-Mart. Then looking at where the group of zombies that was heading towards them, he frowned before looking at the man. "I can thin those things out... But it'll make a hell of a noise. How soon before your friends can get here?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 06:49:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Five, ten minutes, probably." Alex shrugged. "It's better not to waste ammo if you can help it; here, help me distract them, just keep them following you in circles so I don't have all of them chasing me at once, and I'll take them out one by one with this." he waved his wrench. "Once those ones are down, let's head inside and see if we can get some baseball bats from the sporting goods section. No one's going more than ten feet into the store by themselves."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The American Patriot</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 10:29:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm Cheif Warrant Officer Three Nathaniel Kaine," CW3 Kaine said as he started to distract the zombies so the other man could get a chance to club them over the head and dispatch them. "We can also get some concrete and bricks from the Home Depot over there, and brick up those big windows, and turn the entrances into easily to defend airlocks... And while we really should try and transfer any other building supplies that we think we'll need over to the Wal-Mart as quickly as possible."<br><br>"See those cameras?" Kaine said pointing up to the closed circuit cameras. "They've got this place wired so you can see what's coming at EVERY single angle of this place. Once we can get these two front entrances barricaded, this place can be a virtual fortress."<br><br>"With the supplies from that Home Depot we can set up a really nice safe haven," CW3 Kaine said as he dispatched one of the zombies with his ranger tomahawk as it got to close. <br><br>"If we can get up to the roof," CW3 Kaine said. "We can turn it into a garden to grow food, and if we get enough building supplies from the home depot... We could build shelters up there to fall back to if necessary." <br><br>"How many people do you have coming?" CW3 Kaine asked. "Because it's gonna take at least eight or more people for us to do this up right."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 15:58:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We might not have time for Home Depot, and as far as I know, we sure as hell don't have reliable transportation for lugging heavy shit back and forth between stores. We were just going to stack tons of heavy boxes in front of the glass doors and they'll never be able to push their way past. What would we need washing machines and vacuum cleaners for, right? They're heavy enough to keep the zombies from breaking through to the other side so we'll stack them around all the entrances and barricade ourselves in. Don't know about getting on the roof, though..." he jammed the wrench through one zombie's eye socket and twisted it, finding that easier than cracking through their skull from above.<br><br>"And we've got five more people coming." he said, though he was exaggerating so Kaine wouldn't think their group was too weak. "The garden department's got that thick fence, we can grow food there if we can't get to the roof, and we can use crowbars and spears and stuff to kill any zombies that come up from that direction. They won't be able to get us, but we'll be able to get them."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The American Patriot</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 17:03:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sounds good," CW3 Kaine said. "If all we had to worry about was Reanimated Life Forms, but we've got other things to worry about as well. There are gangs of marauders out and about, that have been using this situation for their benifit. That's why I was heading here, hoping that they hadn't hit this place yet hoping that if they hadn't I could set up an ambush to take them down. That way they couldn't kill anymore survivor groups. My last orders that I received was to protect as many Americans as I can from any hostiles."<br><br>"I've found a place where a group of survivors had been holed up," CW3 Kaine said grimly. "The Reanimates didn't get to them... There was signs that they had been attacked by an armed force, the suvivors had been able to kill one of their attackers. A real nasty looking customer wearing a hell of a lot of gang tats. Just be thankful we aren't in California... When this shit got out of hand, the state government ordered all of the prisons to release their guests into the area..."<br><br>"The map that I've got says that there is a maximum security prison not that far from here," CW3 Kaine said frowning. "Please God, don't let them have turned those thugs loose..." <br><br>CW3 Kaine looked at the large group of zombies that was slowly making it's way towards the Wal-Mart and swore under his breath.<br><br>"Here take this," CW3 Kaine said as he handed the man one of his handgrenades. "If you think you need it, just pull the pin and toss it, and then take cover. I don't even know your name, and here I am giving you a handgrenade. What's your name?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 00:13:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thom had quit paying attention to Alex's movements a bit ago, focusing instead on the oncoming zombies, 8 behind, 4 in front by his count. Alex had taken the other four down, surprisingly able with the wrench. <br><br>Thom grabbed a piece of rebar, two and a half feet long, that was lying conveniently on the ground. Not caring to respond to what he considered show-off and risky behavior for no real reward, he approached the zombies coming in on their backs and began encircling them before swinging the rebar like a baseball bat at the temple of each zombie. He was working his way around slowly and methodically, eventually creeping up behind the zombies and able to deliver more punishing blows with the rebar from behind. He saw the man approach, but didn't hear what he'd said to Alex. He looked friendly, and once he'd finished with the eight zombies in the rear, he approached again. <br><br>"Alex, listen to me. What you did was stupid. I don't care how slow these things are, you're going to die through carelessness or from some of their blood getting in your mouth from being so close. Yeah, it's quieter and that's a plus. But tactically, you had no idea what was going to happen. Your idea of whistling inside the building didn't work out so well, as you'll notice the zombies behind us that were attracted. You need to be aware of your partners and what is going on before you rush in and start us into a war. I don't care how slow they are, enough of them and you're dead. You can't take on the army of zombies with a fucking wrench. <br><br>And what idiot carries a gun? An idiot that only has a gun. If I hadn't found the rebar, we'd have been a bit more screwed. But you didn't know that. So shut up and think before you charge and play hero. You're going to get yourself, or worse, someone else killed, just because you don't think it all the way through."<br><br>Saying all that, he turned to the new man, "I hope you're here to help. I'm Thom Jackson. Who are you? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The American Patriot</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 00:35:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Chief Warrant Officer Three Nathaniel Kaine," CW3 Kaine said looking taking a good look at Thom Jackson. "United States Army Special Oerations Command. I was assigned to extract High Priority Persons out of the area, but I ended up giving some kids my place on the evac heliocopter. I had a better chance of surviving than those kids in this kind of situtation... So I stayed behind, and let them go in my place."<br><br>"How ever many people you have coming," CW3 Kaine said. "You might want to get them here a lot faster... Like I told your friend, Reanimates aren't the only threats out here. There are human thugs out and about using the chaos to prey upon the suviviors of this unfortuante mess."<br><br>"Please tell me that there is someone in your party that know how to drive large vehicles," CW3 Kaine said hopefully. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 03:01:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There's a guy that is driving a hummer and another that was driving a big vehicle like that, but was in a car accident. Not sure how he's doing.&nbsp; I told them to speed along, but they must have decided to take the scenic route. <br><br>And while we've got three of us, we might as well try to get into the Wal-Mart and clear it out. I hope that the back up generators are still in operation. What have you got with you for zombie killing?" Thom asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The American Patriot</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 04:01:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well I've got my trusty Colt M4 Carbine here," CW3 Kaine said. "I have my Colt M1911A1 .45 as a backup, I've still got a few handgrenades, and I should still have a tube of Demex 400 breaching explosive in my pack. As for close quarters hand-to-hand combat I have a Ranger tomahawk and my combat khuri..." <br><br>"I've got a question for you," CW3 Kaine said. "Are you from around here, or do you know this area?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 04:04:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"None of our group are really from around here, but there's a guy, Jack, who'd been hiding out here for a while. He'd know it better than anyone." Alex said. "Make sure you keep those handgrenades somewhere safe, you don't want them accidentally going off near someone, or near something important of flammable." he cautioned Kaine. It wouldn't be the first time the military (or their equipment) had fucked up, so he didn't trust it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The American Patriot</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 04:36:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm a professional soldier sir," CW3 Kaine said. "In my entire military career I've never stored any of my weapons or gear in a way that has gotten anyone hurt, nor have i destroyed anything without having done it on purpose. And I don't take to kindly to someone questioning my profesionalism sir. I've been doing this for almost twenty years. I can field strip everyone of my weapons in my sleep if i had to."<br><br>"I haven't questioned your abilities," CW3 Kaine said. "Nor treated you with disrespect, so I would like the same bloody consideration sir." <br><br>"Do you know if there are any gun or hunting good stores around here Mr. Jackson?" CW3 Kaine asked Thom. "Cause if there is we should try to secure it as soon as possible... Cause if there are marauders in this area we have to deny them that resource. When we get the barricades built in the two front entrances, we should do it in a way those foyers can be used as 'airlocks' that will safely allow entrance and exit..." <br><br>"If we can do it," CW3 Kaine said. "I strongly suggest that we go to the Home Depot and get as much building supplies as we possibly can, once we have cleared out the Wal-Mart... Or better yet, have the rest of your party make the run to Home Depot while the three of us secure the Wal-Mart. Because if this Wal-Mart doesn't have back-up generators we will have to get as many as we can from the Home Depot." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Custos Morum</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 17:42:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rays clouded mind was full of voices, unknown and barely seen. He was moved and discussed over, he was sure of that much. What was uncertain were where he actually was.<br>"Hey? Heeey?"<br>He called out. He started to collect his senses. The last thing he remembered was seeping of back on the road. He'd been dragged from his car. Damn his car. The, then what? He could feel some sort of strange vibration. It Hit him. He was laying in some sort of car. <br><em>Ray</em>, he thought, <em>You need to get a grip of the situation.</em><br>He shouted, louder than before:<br>"HEEEY! Is anybody hearing me? Where am I?"<br>His eyes were still shut.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>general9991824</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 18:37:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're in the back of my Humvee on the way to a Walmart," Jack shouts as he drives his truck through the main streets of town.&nbsp; The vehicle lurches back and forth every now and then as he dodges abandoned vehicles.&nbsp; Sarah is in the back with Ray and Winter is up front riding shotgun.&nbsp; "Don't worry you are going to be OK."<br><br>Jack grabs a walkie talkie with his right hand and keys the mic.&nbsp; "Alex!&nbsp; What is your status?&nbsp; Does the store have an auto center or have you figured where we can pull the truck?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Custos Morum</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 18:49:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ray pulled himself up into sitting position, rubbing his head. <br>"I guess I should thank someone here, but I got a feeling that the situation is beyond that."<br>He found a particularly hurting bump o the back of his head. He had bumps everywere, and he could feel his clothes stick to his body were he had and were still bleeding.<br>"So, whats the plan? Were are we going I'm Ray by the way. Have we met?" He turned to Sarah.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 19:43:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex answered Kaine's question before Jack arrived. "Wait until the rest of our friends get here before we decide to do anything. They might have more information that we need before we can make the best choice." he said. And speaking of the devil, Jack arrived moments later driving the rest of the survivors with him.<br><br>"We haven't gone inside yet, except to draw them out. We've killed most of them but the noise attracted a few. If we all work together we can kill the rest of them without wasting any ammunition." he reported to Jack. "Is that guy in the back alive or what?" he added, tapping the back window. "And I got a small glimpse of the interior, but I saw signs that said there's an auto department. Why don't you drive around back and see if there's a dock? If not, we'll park the Hummer out here, and all go in as pairs, so no one is ambushed alone." he said. "We found another survivor, Nathaniel Kaine, he's military and well-armed. We should have enough manpower and resources now to hold off an assault of zombies or bandits, if we get inside the Walmart and raid the sporting goods department of their guns before dark." he concluded. "So let's get our fucking asses in there and barricade the place before anything else happens...unless you guys agree with Kaine that it would be a good idea to make a Home Depot run and grab some stuff..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The American Patriot</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 20:26:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If we make a run to Home Depot, we could grab generators and building supplies." CW3 Kaine said to the new arrivals. "If we break into two groups, one can make the run to home depot while the other group clears the Walmart of any reanimates and starts to prepare the barricades. If we are really lucky the delivery trucks at the Home Depot will still be there and we could use those to bring the supplies back here, and park them right here infront of the entrances here as a preliminary barriacade." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 22:33:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex had to admit, that was a good plan. "I agree. But I still think we should secure this Walmart and make sure it does have everything we need inside, since we'll be staying here for the long haul."<br><br>How many survivors were there now? Himself, two girls, four other men. Seven. Lucky seven. Was that a coincidence?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The American Patriot</strong> on <strong>19-07-2008, 23:29:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well," CW3 Kaine said. "The three of us can secure the walmart while they drive over to the home depot and start getting the supplies and delivery trucks. That way we can get the automotive center opened up for the Humvee to be brought into." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 00:59:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex didn't feel like going into the Walmart with just three people, but Kaine did have a point, they were strong enough to handle at least a dozen zombies if there were still that many inside. "Are you guys comfortable with that?" he asked the others that were still in the vehicle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 03:02:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alex, I live down the street. Yes, there's a gun and hunting store around here and I think we've got a Bass Pro outlet that'll have gear as well. There's a ways between us and the shops. Wal-Mart has a small hunting section, including ammo. <br><br>My dad was a carpenter and I've been doing that stuff my entire life. Making the trip to Home Depot is a good idea, but we don't have the vehicles to transport stuff in the quantity that we need. If we go out back to the docking bay of Wal-Mart, or of Home Depot, we may be able to find an 18 wheeler. and throw as much stuff as we want in that. <br><br>Nobody is questioning you, CW3 Kaine, none of us know each other in a stressful situation. So we just want to be clear. Now, the three of us need to guard each other like our own lives depend on it and we're going to kill some fucking zombies in that Wal-Mart and get ourselves safe," Thom said, looking between the both of them. <br><br>"Tell the transport to keep on course and go round back. There they can stay until we come out that way and have it cleared off that way."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>general9991824</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 03:50:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While everyone was trying to figure out what to do, Jack pulled up to the group in his humvee and leans out the window. "What are you guys still yabbering about?"&nbsp; He looks about and sees the crowd of dead Z along with the open door to the store, "Ahh jeez, you went in already.&nbsp; What the hell were you thinking?&nbsp; What about the auto center?"&nbsp; He pauses and looks at the new guy, "Whoh, you're carrying more shit than I have in the back.&nbsp; Who are you?"<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The American Patriot</strong> on <strong>20-07-2008, 04:22:29</strong>
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				CW3 Kaine looked at the new arrivals, and surpressed the urge to sigh. "I am Chief Warrant Officer Three Nathaniel Kaine, United States Army Special Forces Detachment Delta." he said without any emotion. "I'll tell you how I got here after we turn this place into a fortress, and have the breathing room." <br><br>"The auto center is in the back, but we've not gotten this place cleared out yet..." CW3 Kaine said. "So the back door might not be open. If you know how to drive heavy trucks, we really could use you making a run over to the Home Depot to get their delivery trucks loaded up with as much building supplies, and generators that you can... Then after you drive those supplies back here, we could then park the trucks infront of the two entrances as barricades."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>general9991824</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 05:00:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't think trying to clear out two buildings at once is a great idea." Jack remarks as he gestures over to the home depot.&nbsp; "Perfect is the enemy of good, and if we try to bite off too much we might end up stuck in a halfway solution when night falls.&nbsp; I say we form a sweep and clear team of four to clear out the building.&nbsp; Then we make sure all the emergency doors are still locked and grab bags of fertilizer, top soil, kitty litter, etc and stack them in front of these big windows.&nbsp; It isn't perfect and won't stop a swarm but it will keep out any wanders."&nbsp; <br><br>Jack turns off his humvee and steps out.&nbsp; "We button up tonight, and then tomorrow we need to worry about better supplies from home depot and securing a permanent source of water."&nbsp; He looks around at the assembled group, "So who's going to be our sweep team?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The American Patriot</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 16:31:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll go," CW3 Kaine said. "I've got experience doing this sort of thing. While we clear the building can someone go and get some large vehicles to park infront of the entrances? That would allow a little more barricade security by limiting the number of renaimates that can get near those windows..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Custos Morum</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 17:43:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ray peaked from the backseat of the humvee<br>"I would rather not go, but would someone please explain what the actual plan is, and more importantly, how many are we and who are we? Iv been kind of out remember?"<br>He emphasized&nbsp; please.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>general9991824</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 02:42:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let me splain," Jack started in his best Inigo Montoya impression, "no it will take too long.&nbsp; Let me summarize:&nbsp; We are at the WalMart and found someone else to help us, so that brings us up to seven.&nbsp; We need some people to sweep and clear the building so we can secure it before nightfall.&nbsp; I am going to grab a large truck, then try to drive said truck up from to provide a stop gap barricade.&nbsp; Sarah here will stay with you and make sure nobody sneaks up on the truck."<br><br>"I will see what I can do with the truck situation.&nbsp; There is still the one I ran into in the intersection.&nbsp; The trailer is banged up a bit but the tractor should still be fine.&nbsp; I popped the driver a few days ago so I should be able to get his keys." Jack announces as he readies his carbine.&nbsp; "If you guys want to get started on the sweep go right ahead.&nbsp; I will be back as soon as I can."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 03:29:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"If we're going to sweep, we need to stay close at all times. Someone should walk backwards to watch the others' backs. I recommend two teams of two, personally, but a group of three should be fine. I'll go. Who else?" Alex piped up. "Once we get everything inside secured we can start barricading. We'll have to have an easy escape route though, and a way to get back in if we need to go on a supply run. The automotive department should have a shutter door and I don't think the zombies would be able to break it down so we shouldn't need to secure it too much. But that would ideally be our escape route so let's bring in the hummer and any other vehicles we find in the meantime. Right now we should concentrate on arming ourselves and bunkering down for the long haul. Odds are if we go looking for anything too distant, we'll be attacked by bandits, or attract a hoard of zombies. Leaving town is like asking for trouble so are we all sure we're prepared to stay here?" he asked the rest of the group.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The American Patriot</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 03:53:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's a damn good plan," CW3 Kaine said as he checked his M4 carbine. <br><br>"Since you've said there are a couple of hunting and camping supply places here," CW3 Kaine said. "We should try and hit them as soon as possible, all that equipment really could make things more comfortable for the long haul." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>22-07-2008, 23:00:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll go in with the sweep team too, we're going to be clearing out this Wal-Mart, correct?" Thom spoke up, his rebar in one hand and his magnum in the other, "Though if anyone has anymore .357 magnum bullets, I would be grateful."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 22:46:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"All I've got are these." Alex pulled his father's two Sig Sauer P220 DAK's. "Don't know if they're legal or not, not that it matters anyway..." he smirked. "But I figure if we're in an enclosed space, it's better to deal with the zombies with these. That's why I went in to try and lure the wanderers out, so I could use a short-range weapon to kill them, instead of wasting ammo we might need." he explained, remembering how Jack had gotten upset that he'd already gone in. "So we should have a lot less trouble now anyway, that might even have been all of them. We should sweep through twice, just in case one team misses something. We'll do the store floor first, then head into the stockroom and office areas after."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>general9991824</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 05:22:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the group starts their patrol the store appears mostly silent.&nbsp; A few birds flew back and forth across the store; banging into displays and knocking over the occasional item.&nbsp; The group is about halfway through their sweep of the clothing section when you hear a low raspy moan coming from arts and crafts.&nbsp; In the moment of distraction a hidden pair of arms lash out from a circular rack of sun dresses and lash their hands around Alex's left ankle.&nbsp; <br><br>A gruesome form lunges out from among the clothing.&nbsp; It makes no moan; only a sick gurgle.&nbsp; The large zombie has no lower jaw and instead posses an open wound from the bottom of its palette down to a gaping hole in its chest that split its ribcage.&nbsp; Black, sticky gore falls out of the open chest cavity onto the floor with a sick splat.&nbsp; Zack raises its head and clumsily throws it forward toward Alex's thigh.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>26-07-2008, 17:54:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Thom saw the Zack as he put his hand on Alex's ankle and reacted quickly, his booted foot stomping on the thing's head. A curbstomp, essentially, the decaying mouth breaking further as Thom's foot drove it into the ground as hard as he could stomp. The blood of the thing was all over, but Alex seemed okay for the moment.<br><br>"We're lucky that he didn't moan. Gotta be careful, turns out they didn't all come like dogs to a whistle."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Survivors of the Dead</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>general9991824</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 00:12:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Meanwhile outside the store, Jack pulls up in the damaged semi trailer.&nbsp; The back <br><br>wheels are locked and dragging, and the gears grind every now and then but he manages to pull the trailer in front of the main doors.&nbsp; It is close enough to provide a good deal of protection but not so close that people couldn't crawl under.&nbsp; <br><br>The truck comes to a stop and hisses as the air brake engages.&nbsp; Jack pops the door open and hobbles down from the tall cab.&nbsp; Those in the Humvee notice that he has developed a limp in his right leg, and as he turns they can see it is stained with blood.&nbsp; He looks up at them and calmly shrugs, "I got careless and missed a crawler under the cab.&nbsp; He took a good chunk out of me before I put him down.&nbsp; What a shame." he says as he shakes his head back and forth.&nbsp; <br><br>Slowly and methodically, he strips off his equipment and places them in a neat pile next to the trailer.&nbsp; When he is wearing nothing more than clothes and boots he picks up his M9 pistol and stuffs it into belt.&nbsp; He leans his head into the Humvee, "You folks be careful.&nbsp; I'm going to go see my wife and kids now."&nbsp; <br><br>Jack slowly and methodically walks across the open field towards the nearby hospital.&nbsp; He disappears from view and about 5 minutes later a lone shot rings out across the flat landscape.
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