NSWRPF Archive Project Evolution: Man's Downfall (a zombie RPG)

ic Arkady Callia:

When someone touched her shoulder Arkady she jumped and nearly screamed but stopped herself just in time. "uh.." she was trying to think straight "i have absolutely NO idea how to make those, besides won't tossing fire at them make them angry!?" She didn't know what they could be thinking there were like hundreds out there and they wanted to throw grenades or something at them. She shook her head "we should just wait for the cops or something i don't know..."

Tag: Anyone,

 

IC: Daniel Keyes
McTyre's Pub
12:04
Weapon: Moltovs
Ammo: 10

"We should just wait for the cops or something i don't know..."

In any other circumstance Daniel would have agreed. This one however, was a completely different situation. "I don't think the police will be able to help us here. Besides, they wouldn't get here fast enough if those uglies broke in here. This for now is our best shot, along with Dale and his shotgun."

Daniel grabbed several more bottles of beer and set them down on the floor, searching the cabinets for more rags. "As for making these it's pretty easy. Could you help me find some more rags? Oh, I'm Daniel by the way. Daniel Keyes."

Tag: Arkady, Dale, Jason

 

Paul and mike grabbed their jackets. They were unsure as to what they needed, so they filled their pockets with this and that: a bit of food, some water bottles, mobile phones. Mike got some cash from a hidey-hole.

"Do you have a weapon?" Paul asked, as he zipped up his coat.
"No."
"How about a car?"
"I don't see the point of owning a car in New York."
"Yeah? How about now?"
Mike left that unanswered, as he did so, Paul grabbed a solid candlestick from a drawer he quickly rifled through, and stuffed it into his coat.
"This'll have to do."

They shut off the TV and started off. they hadn't gotten far when paul threw an arm across Mike's path to stop him.

"Wait." Paul said. "We should take the stairs. Stairs in an emergency."
"Right." Mike said, and changed his heading.

Descending the stairs, they stopped often to listen. There was nothing. It seemed that many apartments were empty. That or it's renters were passed out drunk. It was, after all, New Years Eve.

As they reached the bottom level, mike cracked the fire exit and peeked out.
"No good." he said grimly. "Panicking people on the streets. We'd get trampled."
Paul cursed softly and ran through some options.

As he was thinking, he heard voices and much banging about. He pressed his ear to the wall and listened.

"Isn't that that Pub you mentioned? That Irish Pub? McTaggart's or something?"
"Yeah." Mike said. "McTyre's."
"There's people there. Sounds like quite a few. We could hold up there until the streets clear a bit, or until the Police get this under control."
Being basically a follower, Mike shrugged.
"OK, that sounds good."
"Right." Mike nodded. "where's the door to get in?"
"There's a back exit just down the alley. Try that."

They crept out into the alley. A few yards away, drunken and terrified revelers ran down the street, trying to escape their awful fate. THe two very quietly crept up to the back door of McTyre's pub. Paul tried the door, but it was locked, of course.

Paul drew up his fist and pounded firmly three times on the door.

"Let's hope they don't come out shooting." Paul mumbled.

TAG: McTyre's Pub Patrons

 

OOC: Make sure you have the whole proper formatting thing with your posts in the future. I don't mean to be a hard-ass or anything like that.

IC: Dale Kerrigan
Location: McTyre's Pub
Time: 12:45
Weapon: 12-Gauge Shotgun
Ammo: 14 Shells

Dale heard three loud thumps coming from the back of the bar and panic raced up his spine.

The back door... Damn it I forgot the back door!

He slowly crept through the bar toward the alleyway door keeping his shotgun trained on whatever was in front of him. It was really all he knew how to do. The most experience he'd ever gotten with a firearm was in video-games. Dale looked around the bar, he saw that everyone was seemingly taking a cue from his terrified appearance, so he did his best to keep it inside.

When he got to the door Dale wasn't exactly sure what to do, so he went with...

"Um... who is it?"

TAG: All in bar, Paul/Mike

 

GM APPROVED


Name: Maya Yubari
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Nationality: English/Japanese
Special Skill: Photographer (Not of much use)
Appearance: [image=http://english.kbs.co.kr/ICSFiles/artimage/2007/04/12/c_ent_nws/070411_ent_1.jpg]
Personality: Artistic. Slightly childish. Doesn't show too much emotion, more interested in documenting others emotion through her camera.
Occupation: Artist
Opinion on what?s causing the outbreak: Society's evils are creating literal monsters.
Bio: Maya was born in London to an English woman called Angela Yubari, her father Tadao Yubari was from Tokyo and had died before she was born. She was raised in a small flat near Camden mainly by her older brother, Aki, as her mother became mentally unstable after her husband's death. At 16 her mother died of an illness that most people's immune system would have no problem destroying but it was as if Angela had given up trying to live. A few months later Maya and Aki moved to NYC as he had secured a job there. Maya never really recovered from the death of her mother and became cold, never showing much emotion at all and retreated into her photography. She always has her camera around her neck and a bag filled with film.

Name: Aki Yubari
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Nationality: English/Japanese
Special Skill: Can create a delicious meal out of any ingredients.
Appearance [image=http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs6/300W/i/2005/022/b/3/CG_Takeshi_Kaneshiro_by_lilfuzz6.jpg]
Personality: Flirtatious, warm, joky. The complete opposite of Maya
Occupation: Chef in top class New York restaurants.
Opinion on what?s causing the outbreak: Doesn't have an opinion, is just trying to survive not work out who's to blame.
Bio: Aki reacted very differently to his mothers death. He had already lost his father and so instead of retreating into himself he sought solace in a string of both girlfriends and boyfriends. After a few months of extreme promiscuity he decided that he needed to sort his life out and so took up a job in a high class restaurant in NYC taking his only living relative with him, his sister, Maya.



Opening post will be up in a second.

 

ic: Maya & Kai Yubari
Location: McTyre's Pub
Time: 12:45
Weapons: Unarmed

Kai and Maya had been keeping a low profile in the small pub while the events unfolded. Maya was keeping her usual cold composure despite everything, Kai was sure that even if a zombie attacked her she still wouldn't strain herself to look concerned. Kai however was staring at his knees rocking forward slightly, in all his years, despite being surrounded by death, he had never been so aware of his own mortality.

There was then three knocks from a door behind them, Kai jumped and looked at Maya. She had not reacted at all except to hold her camera tighter. The barman moved over to the door with apprehension.

"Um... who is it?"

"Are the undead really likely to answer?" Maya said cooly in Japanese to her brother.

Kai turned to her with a stern expression. He spoke quietly to her, his tone was indifferent but the reprimand was apparent none the less. "Maya."

He placed a hand on her shoulder, signalling to stay put and then stood and walked over to Dale.

"What can I do?" He asked quietly, looking around the bar for a weapon of some kind. While he did this Maya disobeyed him and began to walk around the pub, silently taking photos of the events as they transpired.

tag: McTyre's pub crew.

 

IC: Kelly Risko
Time 12:31
Weapon: MP5
Ammo: 210
Operating mounted machine: Ammo: 720

Kelly thought she was tough?heck EVERYONE knew she was tough. But even considering all that she had seen in Korea?this took the cake. There was a sea of those things walking out there on the street to the back of them?and they where advancing. She tried to see where the crowd of those weird people ended but they went on as far as the eye could see She would have thought she was dreaming if it weren?t for the smell?and God it smelt like a lot rotten fish. It wasn?t until McDonough yelled ?Vincent ?that she got out her daze. Some of those things where attacking the side of the car their where only 3 of them now?The other who could have been a middle age man who was the fourth was lying on the floor. The other three began to advance to the Humvee when Risko opened fire with the Car?s machine gun. She sprayed about thirty together rounds into the three of them. But only two of them went down. The other who looked like an old man?expect he was missing both of his ears?and large chunk missing out of his left arm kept on coming?Kelly went trigger happy hitting him with 25 more rounds?and shooting of both his legs. The thing tried to crawl forward but couldn?t manage to pull it self forward. She noticed the one of the other two she thought she killed was still alive a large fat woman with only one arm?but it wasn?t for long?. Kelly plugged it with 5 rounds in the head. Then fired off 15 rounds into the crowd, something told her what happened tonight this was far worse than any nightmare.

Tag All Military Personal




IC: Dr. Sunderland
12:34
Location: McTyre's Pub
Weapon: in backseat Tire Iron


?I don?t know?but it will run down these things down better than I can?here hoping this works.? James hit the gas and went flying towards the crowd of the smelly, rotten, monsters. As soon as he hit the crowd he thought the truck was going to tip over?luckily it didn?t. When the truck hit the crowd some of the bodies went under the car getting crushed, where pushed aside losing limbs in the process, or flying upward (usually hitting the windshield in the process?almost causing it to shatter to pieces.) They car began to slow down due to the sheer amount of them?causing the truck to skid to a halt before it would have run through the bar. James quickly ran out of the car and into the bar?and going to find out what the hell what they all planned to do planned to do from here on in.



Famine
12:46
Manhattan, Bridge

?Come on I only wanted to know where Coney Island was! Stop being such a jerk!? Famine cried as she lifted the Police officer with her mind?and swinging him back and forth into a wall. The cop died long ago but Famine refused to believe it?she wanted to throw her tantrum with someone alive around?him being dead even before she began to vent her frustration would only tick her off even more.
? ?.I want to ride the Ferris Wheel and eat a corn dog?not wander around here all night you stupid fu?.? She began until the cop?s radio buzzed. She regained her composure, when she remembered what had happened only minutes before. It soothed her to know she had killed most of this cops rude friends too.

12: 28
Manhattan, by a Bridge

?Crap you got to be kidding me?? A cop yelled from the crowd of police officers. There where over 340 cops equipped standing guard on a by the bridge. Each of the NYPD officers where given orders not to allow anyone to enter or leave Manhattan Island. Unfortunately for them?Famine was given the opposite?besides no one would tell her where she could and could not go. It?s not like their numbers mattered any way?her pets outnumbered them 5 to 1 and if they decided to be mean and hurt her little pets she?d punish those cops herself. ?Their all dead?but their walking? one of them screamed ?They?re freaking zombies!? Famine?s undead minions lurched forward. Because she controlled her ?pets? with her mind she allowed them an intelligence they normally wouldn?t have, a few of them carried

 

GM Approved!

Civilian CS

Name: John Renning (Online Alias: Pockets)
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Nationality: American
Special Skill: Hacking/Computers
Appearance: wears a worn whitish T-shirt with faded blue jeans. Over this he wears a thin vest that is covered in pockets, it also has a small tear up near the left shoulder. He has black hair and blue eyes and caucasion skin.
Personality: Optimistic, Funny, somewhat of a geek.
Occupation: None(hacking)
Opinion on what?s causing the outbreak: He thinks its either a drug gone wrong, or some mutated virus
Bio: John grew up in New york city. His father died when he was just a couple months old and his mom eventually started drinking and when he was nineteen she died as well. Throughout his young life he developed an interest in computers and as he passed through his teen years began to learn to hack systems. He used this skill to gather money for his hobbies and after his mother died especially. After a couple years of doing this he built a custom laptop, paying for it with the money he had hacked/stolen. He has lived by himself in a cramped apartment even though with his skills it would be a matter of time to get the money to buy someplace better but somehow he has grown fond of his cramped "Gamer" Space. He has a geek/nerdy interest in various fiction and sci fi franchises, including star wars and the lord of the rings as a few among many. He even has a few costumes for each and various collectables. His life changed yet again on the New Years Eve celebration.

 

IC: John Renning
Location: McTyre's Pub
Time 12:46
Weapon: None

John had come to the bar earlier to watch other people get drunk while being able to watch the New Years Celebration with ease. While waiting for the countdown he had hacked into a nearby building's wireless system and was using it to do nothing more than watch the live action going on down in Times Square. As he watched the Countdown progress and pass he raised his drink saying, "Cheers." briefly before finding something more interesting online. He had just been about to swicth to something else when the horror started. He heard screams and looked back at the live film to see the camera zoomed in on someone, no something eating another person's face off, litterally. Shortly afterwards a group of what were effectively zombies arrived at the outside of the pub and the other bar denizens moved to barricade the door. For a moment John just watched with a mixture of horror, cool, am I dreaming expresion on his face before he grabbed his small digital movie recorder that he set up to be wirelessly connected to his computer and began to record the scene. He noticed a young lady taking skilled snapshots that looked asian. He waved to her and said, "Nice camera!"

Tag: Bar Denizens

 

IC: Paul Olsen
Location: Alleyway of McTyre?s Pub
Time: 12:45
Weapon: Heavy Candlestick
Ammo: n/a

Pressing his ear against the door, Paul heard a muffled but clearly stressed voice: ?Who is it??

He looked over at Mike and shrugged.

?My name is Paul Olsen. I?m with one other person. We? we need to get off the street.? He subconsciously stole a glance in either direction, expecting to see those bizarre out-of-their-mind people filing down the alley towards them. They hadn?t arrived. Yet.

?Look, it?s just two of us. There aren?t any of those? people? in sight.?

He thought, and then added as a coda: ?We?re not armed. Not with guns, anyway.?

TAG: The McTyre Group

 

OOC: I'm sorry I've got to say this, Paul Olsen, in the alleyway, with the candlestick. You've made 'Clue' proud.

 

ic Arkady Callia:

The man told her his name and Arkady smiled a little, "My names...Arkady" she glanced out the window and shuddered the things were just sitting there milling around, she wondered what they were doing. She saw someone walking around taking photos and some guy setting up a camera. Were they nuts? their were...she didn't know, something, out there and they were taking pictures? Where were the cops or military?

A small voice in her head was telling her to run, get out, there were a bunch of nuts taking photos pumping shotguns, making flamethrowers or asking for bats. She leaned back against the bar wall. She was doomed to die.

Tag: anyone

 

Military:
GM Approved.

Name: Daunte Acton
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Nationality: American
Service: Special Forces (Delta-Force)
Rank: Lieutenant
Specialty: Weapon specialist
Appearance: http://www.mod.uk/NR/rdonlyres/982BA553-5C73-4E0F-81DF-54648642709F/0/DMOCJMOT1060070100189E.JPG

Personality: Cool and claim, can hand out discipline when needed.

Opinion: Doesn't have one. He just has his mission to think of.

Bio: Born in raised in the slums of New York city. Life was hard, his brother had gotten mixed up in gang culture
and his father had died when Daunte was five. To make money his mother had to go into prostitution to earn money.
Begin the only member of his family attending school Daunte befriend another boy in his class who's father was a
Marine, his intrest in the Army started from there.

As soon as he was old enough he signed up with the local corps and finally left New York. He was first apart of the
3rd Infantry Division but he was later transferred to the 101st Airborne Division (per his request). In 2003, he
and along with the rest of the 101st we're involved with the 2003 invasion of Iraq or how HQ called it.

'Operation Iraqi Freedom.' although he liked to differ.

Three months after being stationed at Iraq he had gotten news of his brothers death, his time in Iraq gave him a
diffrent view on his fellow soldiers. Many were abusing there status as soldiers, by this point Daunte was a
Sargent and had the power to discipline others, which he did during a patrol during the last days of being stationed
there. The soldiers in following where sentenced to 70 years in prisonment.

After the war he was commended and awarded The Distinguished Service Cross, his skills were soon moved over into
Delta-Force where he heads Alpha-Squad.

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[color=darkblue][b]IC:[/b] Lieutenant Daunte Acton
[b]Location:[/b] Alpha-Squads Blackhawk.
[b]Time:[/b] 01:00 AM
[b]Weapon:[/b] M4 Carbine
[b]Ammunition:[/b] 5.56 × 45 mm / 37 Rounds of ammunition.[/color]


Daunte took in the air while he could, the Black Hawk flew high above the houses below, smoke from burning places were raising above the city and forming with the clouds. "[i]We're coming up to the insertion zone in 30 secs[/i]"

"[b][i]Alright listen up Alpha.[/i][/b]" Daunte pulled out a map from under his helmet and held it out for the squad to see "[b][i]We'll be dropped here. Bravo, Charlie and Tango will land. Here, here, and here Our objective is to 'clear up' we'll be clearing the north, Bravo the south, Charlie the east, and Tango the west.[/i][/b]"

Daunte stopped for a sec to release some of the pressure on his strap that kept his helmet on. "[b][i]Also at this point of time, we have no knowledge on the enemy."[/i][/b] The rest of Alpha-Squad gave confused and disgruntled look[color=royalblue] "Sir! how the hell can that be, i mean someone has gotta know who these guys are."[/color] Private Baker said, [color=darkred]"I bet it's the Koreans, no wait. Chinese"[/color] Corporal Ramirez butted in before Daunte could respond. "[b][i]Like i said, we have no infomation on the enemy.[/i][/b]"

The sniper of the team Corporal Lair was watching the ground below, he was the first of the squad to see what would be Delta-forces enemy. [color=indigo]"Seems to be some riot, sir."[/color] Daunte look watched out the side down as a large crowd of people slowly marched fowards. [color=indigo]"Don't look like any Chinese soldiers to me."[/color] Lair said looking through his scope down at the crowd. Staff Sargent Cole was staying slient as he threw a cigarette out the side door.

[i]"We're over the DZ, deploy the ropes"[/i] The black hawks pilot said as Alpha-Squad threw down the ropes that landed on the top of the building [i]"Green light guys your good to go."[/i] Daunte was the first to leave the black hawk, followed by cole, then lair, Baker and finaly Ramirez. The black hawk then did a 360 turn and flew back off the way they came.

Daunte put out his rig

 

OOC: I was nominated for best GM? (thanks Chanbill, I see you were nominated for best RPer, I'll definately be casting my vote your way.) Also I thought I'd let you guys know that this RPG was nominated for both Best New Non-Star Wars RPG and best overall Non Star Wars RPG. I owe that in no small part to all of you, so thank you and I guess congratulations because should we win, it will be attributed to all of us. Anyway, here's my post.

IC: Dale
Location: McTyre's
12:45
Weapon: 12 Gauge Shotgun
Ammo: 14 Shells

Dale quickly opened the door, pulled the two men in, and locked it behind them. He heard a truck crash outside, it had to be the doctor. He rushed over to the door.

"Molotov" he said, and Daniel tossed him one.

Sprinting over to the door, he heard the doc banging on it screaming to let him in, it was only seconds before the mob of... zombies... (that was temporarily dissipated by the truck that had just rammed what was hopefully a large percentage of them) swallowed him whole. Dale struggled to move the tables from the doorway, with a little help from Jason, it was possible. When he finally got the door open it was without an instant to spare. He got a brief but very definitive glance at the chaos that his city had become. His people were no longer people, they were creatures, and in future journal entries, that would be the only word he'd use to describe them.

In one fell swoop and with the assistance of a sudden rush of adrenaline, he grabbed the doctor, but one of them had grabbed him as well, he impulsively fired his shotgun at it, exploding its head into a sprinkler of liquid that should have been blood but was instead something else. As he pulled the doctor inside, he pegged the Molotov at the mob that had thickened yet again, closed the door behind him and boarded it up as quickly as he and Jason could.

"Thanks, Jason," Dale said, "maybe you're not all that bad," he turned to the doctor, "are you alright?"

TAG: Jason, Dr. Sunderland, Daniel, Arkady, Paul & Mike, John, Maya & Aki.

 

IC: Lieutenant Daunte Acton
Location: NYC. (Alpha-Squad)
Time: 01:09 AM
Weapon: M4 Carbine
Ammunition: 5.56 × 45 mm / 37 Rounds of ammunition.

---

Alpha Squad was ordered to keep slient, just a standed thing during these type of missions. Making radio contact with the other Squads was the only thing allowed to break the slicence.

Several things where going through Dauntes mind, how New York had been brought to utter stop, who was attacking, why was everything so secretive. He felt like they were going into something that could easily overwhelm them, to be honset Daunte was not feeling totaly sure about the mission.

The streets lights that kept the way for them lit died out, no matter they had night vision goggles. In patton the rest of Alpha squad flipped down there NV's and the way foward was lit a merky bright green. At first it was too quite but the crying moan of a person sent a cold chill down the spine of Alpha [i]"[color=royalblue]what the hell was that?[/color]"[/i] Baker whispered [i]"Shhh. Keep moving soldier."[/i] No more was said on that matter and the five men walked down the street in staggered formation.

A couple of minutes when they came across there first civilan, who was knelt over and pretty close to a other guy who was cleary dead. Flipping up his night vision to see the person who, rather spookfuly, was right under the only lit light in the street.

[b][i]"Hey, you ok?... We're United State soldiers. You ok?"[/i][/b] the person didn't anwser. Daunte took a step closer this time getting his M4 ready [b][i]"Hey! am talking to you. Are you ok are you hurt do you need help."[/i][/b] The figure moved its head to see behind it, at first seeing what seemed to be a scarred person turn out to be much more. A chunk of flesh hung from it's mouth, it's face was like something out of a horror movie. Wasting no time Daunte fired to clean short rounds into its brain. Killing it.

Everyone in Alpha knew what each other was thinking.

[i][u]'What the hell is that thing'[/u][/i]

[b]TAG: No-one yet[/b]

 

IC: John Renning
Location: McTyre's
Time: 12:46

John watched and recorded as the guy with the shotgun with some help managed to pull a guy in through the crowd of well, zombies. It seemed like it was close call though and John put his camera down to help them rebarricade the door if needed. Afterwards he talked to the bartender who was the one with the shotgun and asked, "Is there anything I can do to help? I'm good with computers and electronics if that is of any use."

Tag: all in bar

 

IC: Maximillion Murano, Emily Moore
Time: 12:45

Max stumbled along the the fire escape as more and more zombies followed out the window of his apartment. Just then he remember where his fiance Emily was. He panic she was in the subway which is unsafe as is.He rushed down the fire escape. Suddnely three zombies stood in front of him, adreniline surged. He sliced throught two of them, the third was knocked down by the other two. He lept down onto the rood of his car. He ran in the direction of Emily's route. Suddnely we was pulled back, a hand had grabbed onto the strap of his messanger bag containing his art supplies. Was outside of a bar called McTyre's,he paniced as he saw zombies everywhere around the bar. Mac turned to the zombie holding him back, he didn't have time. He swung Masume towards his hand but missed. Slicing the bag's strap. Glass bottles of paint shattered everywhere.

TAG:ALL

 

The door exploded open and Paul and Mike were yanked inside. The door was then immediately shut, though with less aggression, as they wanted to avoid a clang that mht draw unwanted attention.

Paul adjusted his jacket and observed his new surroundings. It was mostly dark. A few candles and flashlights gave scant illumination.

In one corner, a cute Japanese girl with a camera was photographing the goings on. A guy was behind the bar mixing what appeared to be Molotov Cocktails. Everywhere, people rushed about, attempting to fortify the front door. Only one person appeared to have a gun, everyone else seemed to have improvisex clubs. Eerie shadows amd light from the street filtered in.

Of a sudden The man who'd yanked Paul and Mike through the back door rushed up to the front, tossing tables and chairs from the makeshift barricade aside. He reached out his hand and somebody handed him a molotov. The wick burnt with that distinctive blue flame indicative of alcohol based fire.

He threw the door opened and yanked a man through the crowd of crazed people that had quickly converged. The man quickly scrambled inside. Paul caught sight of a crashed truck burning merrily. As the recuer turned back, one of the nutters grabbed him by the arm. He whirled and blasted his assailants head away. Paul flinched at the violence and nosie. As the body fell away, the savior hurled the molotv into the street, a gout of flame washed forth, forcing the moaning crowd back. He immediately ran back through the door and slammed it.

All of this Paul observed.

He looked over at Mike and without a word they both ran up to the door and began rebuilding the makeshift barricade.

TAG: Dale, Others

 

Ic: Maximillion
Location: Across the street from Mctyre's
Time: 12:50


There was no time to hesitate, he left his paints and supplies behind. He made it out of the area in time. The streets were swarming with zombies, he was so very confused. The idea of zombies entertained him until now. He came out of an alley near the subway entrance. He looked around to see carnage, he desperately searched for EMily, she should be getting of the subway soon. He ran towards the steps leading down into the station just as he tripped over something. He hit the ground, he looked at what he tripped over. Suddenly his heart beat fast, it was Emily. Her eyes wide looking at him, still alive. She had an open wound in her side, there was a trail of blood from her lips. He quickly moved next to her. In tears, "Emily...what. How ....what, what happened" he said holding back tears. She was silent, all she could do was look as he cried. His hands shook on his knees. Suddenly he felt her hand on his, he looked at her. A tear rolled down her cheek. "I'm soo sorry, I should've came to get you, I should've..." he stopped and saw Emily trying to get up. She struggled towards him, the best she could do was lay in his arms. She spoke, " It's not your fault Max. Don't worry about me, you're strong. You can continue on" she said. "Not without you," he said looking down at Masume drippign with blood. For a moment he considered it, he thought it fittinghe die with her as opposed to eaten alive by zombies. However as he looked back down at her face her eyes glazed over. Her pulse had died out, he wept, then let out a scream. However moments later that scream lead the mindless undeed to him. He sat in the streets clutching her body. He then looked up to see an army coming towards him. He had to run he realized, but he wouldn't leave her body there to be deficated. He picked her up, carrying her in his arms like he had one thought he would. When they were married, and living together, in their firsthouse. Rather than carrying her through the door of a quite suburban home he staggered into the open door of a hotel.

TAG: ANybody (sick of posting on my own)

 

IC: Dale Kerrigan
Location: McTyre's Pub
1:00 AM
Weapon: 12 Gauge Shotgun
Ammunition: 13 Shells

Dale was short of breath, the adrenaline that enabled him to do what he just did had rushed out of his system as quickly as it came. He noticed someone asking him what to do, looking around he saw quite a few people looking at him in the way he had seen people look at superheroes or generals in movies. Were they making him their leader?

I'm no hero... he thought

Dale's father had always said to him, "People need heroes, me boy, and if you can't give them that, then give them hope". He never thought anything of it until now.

"Is there anything I can do to help? I'm good with computers and electronics if that is of any use." someone asked him.

Unless you can beam me out of here like in freaking star-trek, not really. he thought, he didn't really say it.

Dale looked outside again, and then back at the people who he hoped weren't depending on him. It seemed that each group needed him to stay alive. The zombies wanted to eat him, the people wanted to follow him. What a tough decision.

He knew he couldn't give these people a hero, but he could give them a leader, and possibly even hope. With that thought, he climbed up onto the bar and began his "inaugural speech"

"Alright, listen up!" he said, everyone was already looking at him anyway, now they were doing it intently, "Some of you already know me, for those of you who don't, my name is Dale Kerrigan, I am of Irish decent, I'm a cancer, and I have a mild drinking problem..." Everyone seemed a bit confused, then he realized that he had forgotten that this was not alcoholics anonymous.

Bad start...

"Okay... those things out there, let's call them zombies for the sake of giving them a name, are not likely banging on that door for a drink. Considering that the police or the military or the damned zombie containment squad hasn't gotten here yet, I'd say that they aren't leaving any time soon. Considering that, I seriously doubt that the front door is a viable way out.

Back in the early 1900s, this place was a speakeasy during the prohibition, old Brian McTyre had alcohol smuggled into this bar through the sewers in the cellar.

Now, assuming that the lot of you aren't favoring staying put, I suggest we go that way. I understand that most of you will not take kindly to running around the sewers of our great city, but I, personally would rather smell bad than get eaten."

TAG: ALL BAR PATRONS

OOC: Stay tuned for a Military update.

 

IC: Maximillion Murano
Location: NY, Hotel Bella Morte
Time:12:50 - 1:05


MAx had managed to locked the revolving door. He figured it should hold for a while. However he ran himself into a trap. Zombies had already entered the hotel. ANd layed waste to all inside, the lobby was soakign with blood. He quickly made a move towards the elevator, only to find it was broken open, he peeked his head into the shaft. The lift was atr the bottum, broken. Just then he heard the lock of the revolving door snap. The door spun as zombies piled through, bumblign but deadly they made there way one by one through the door. Max only had one choice for now, climb the shaft. He knew he couldn't, he couldnt carry Emily all the way up. He could go down the shaft, it was a dead end though. He ran, he entered the grand hall, it's beauty made him gasp. The gorgeous hall reminded him on things he'd onyl seen in the anime he drew.However the beauty was contrasted with blood and corpses, just then he thought about the name of the hotel."Bella Morte", beautiful death. He paused, the muffled sound of the impendign swarm was dulled down. He became entranced, "DO I die here, in this mausoleum" he said softly. EMily over his shoulder he ran towards the bar. Zombies are undead but not fire proof. His used his resources, grabbed the alcohol tab, and aimed it at the floor. He used up all he could, then moved one to the bottles. All the alcohol was on the floor, suddenly the zombies entered. He paused, hesitating to cut off his only exit of the room that he knew of. However he lit the match in hand and threw it onto the floor where the lake of wine, vodka, scotch, beer, and whiskey was. Flames, flame engulfed the entire swarm. Some however persisted, he only had to run and by time for them to burn to ash. He wasn't too strong and carrying Emil however light she may be, was hard. He turned to flee again. He grew tired of running.

He burst through a pair of door into an employee lounge. Suprisingly no bodies of dead workers were there to great him. Dead end, he ran back out into the hall to see most of the zombies burning. Even more clumsy than before. He didn't know where to go. Saw flgiht of stairs to the left side of the hall, he didn't even know where it went, but he ran acrossed the hall to it. Running and panting he ascended, the few zombies who made it around the flame unburned followed. He ran eratically and tripped, he fell over letting go of Emily and Masume. Emily's lifeless body tumbled down the steps. He rolled down towards her, he wouldn't let those feinds devour his love. He made it close enough to her to grab her hand, he then regained Masume. However the zombies were right in front of him. They grabbed Emily by the ankles and pulled her back. It was them against MAx, as hard as he fought he couldn't hold on. He was sent back by inertia and tumbled back. Screaming as more zombies grabbed him. They threw him around above them, however they kept him alive. However he could barely see the circle of zombies about to devour Emily. He struggled and managed to hit the ground. He grabbed Masume again and lept forward towards the circle. It was a pathetic attempt, he was knocked away by the circle. He saw blood, and he shut his eyes as the swarm of zombies overtook him. "I failed her" he thought as he was tossed around.

TAG: ALl

 

IC: John Renning
Location: McTyre's
Time 1:00 am

John listened to the man who had identified himself as Dale. He said something about a sewer exit and the moment he heard that John wanted to puke. Of course he would rather smell bad and puke then get eaten alive by the creatures out there. He spoke up, "Ok, I'm with smelling bad over getting eaten any day of the week so I'll be going with you." As he said this he made sure all of his gear was packed up, and the stuff in is vest was in the upper pockets.

Tag: All in pub

 

Ic:Max Murano
Time: 1:20
Location: Hotel Bella Morte


He had been knocked unconcious. A kick to the head and he was out cold. He woke fifteen minutes later. Emily's body was gone, he was week and tired. He rolled over to see a puddle of blood with something familiar in it. It a gift he gave her years ago. It was a necklace with a bandana of hers, she always wore it for some reason. He picked it up and sighed deeply. It was a wonder he wasn't devoured, he'd almost have preferred it. He grabbed Masume and it's sheath. He Stood at was silent, and dark. He walked down the steps, he wondered what was going on outside. Minutes later he stuck his head out a window to see chaos. He couldn't handle it , the sorrow was too new for him to keep running. He heard a rattling of chains outside, bolt cutters were left near a door with a thick iron chain hanging off it. He looked through the door to see a ladder. He entered throught he door and looked up the door lead to the roof. He knew no zombie could be smart enough to use bolt cutters. He felt safe, he slowly made his way up the ladder.


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IC: Lieutenant Daunte Acton
Location: NYC. (Alpha Squad)
Time: 01:29 AM
Weapon: M4 Carbine
Ammunition: 5.56 × 45 mm / 37 Rounds of ammunition.

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Alpha squad held there positions in an abandoned shop. Daunte was waiting for any word from HQ or from any of the other squads but none as yet. Most of them, including Daunte had been freaked out by what they had witnessed earlier on.

He pressed down on his radio three times it gave three clicking noises, this was a sign to the other squads to make contact. [i]"[color=crimson]*[/color]damn it"[/i] he looked round his squad to make sure they we're all there. Ramirez had mounted his LMG at a window keeping watch and cover, Baker and Cole we're besides Daunte and Lair was on the other side of the street.

"[i]If HQ or any other Squads don't make contact in the next 5 minutes we'll move out. Understood?[/i]" He whispered to Cole who gave a nod of understanding.

[b]TAG:Sentinel001[/b]

 

ic: Maya & Aki Yubari
Location: McTyre's Pub
Time: 01:00

Aki listened intently as there was discussion of moving to the sewers. There were now more people in the bar, a large group moving at once was sure to draw attention but then it was better than staying in the pub. This location was difficult to defend, it would be like a more horrific version of Shawn of the Dead. He looked across to Maya who was putting her camera back in it's case.

A young man complemented her camera but Maya walked on without noticing. Aki felt sorry for the man, just trying to make conversation in these difficult circumstances, but Maya hardly talked a full sentence to him let alone a stranger.

"Are you up for a little sewer walk Maya?" He called to her in Japanese. She moved her scarf over her mouth and nodded.

"Hai." Was all she said before sitting down and staring into space. He wondered what she through in all these hours she spent staring into nothingness, it must be lonely when no one can reach you. Aki smiled reassuringly at her, not sure quite how he could smile in these circumstances. She responded by tilted her head to the side slightly.

Aki moved over to the man who tried to converse with Maya. "I'm sorry about her, she may seem rude but... I think she's just scared. I'm Aki, Aki Yubari."

tag: Yuul, Bar people.