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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Gabag on December 11, 2009, 01:48:51 AM
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The year is 2010, an underground orginazation unleashes a chemical warhead on Cuba. At first nothing happens, then suddenly the inhabitants start mutating and turning on each other by eating their brains and such. It isnt the Cuban Missile Crisis, it's the Cuban Zombie Crisis. The beginning of Z-Day. Now if the bomb didnt hit a boat of fleeing people from Cuba, the island would be a deserted wasteland and life would continue as normal, however an immigrant by the name of Felipe Gardakaskov came over, by the time he reached American shores, he was already in the zombiefied stages. Unleashing his fury on the unsuspecting immigration offices of Florida and transforming their workers and others into the hideous creatures.
Soon the disease engulfed the entire East Coast of the U.S. and was spreading at an alarming rate, and the terrorists unleashed a SECOND biological warhead on Europe, infecting them as well. The warhead targeted Germany due to it's convenient location to other countries, and the zombies spread like wild fire across the Old World. The United Federation of Europe was taken by complete surprise, and the reprisal they mustered did little to stem the tide of the living dead
Soon after the initial zombie uprisings, the U.S. government took action. Initiating a military quarantine and crackdown, they began to fight back against the zombies, unfortunately there were just too many, either the soldiers ran out of ammunition when it mattered most, or were crushed by the forever moving tide of the living dead. Besides a few now decrepit towns, and the rare fortified quarantine zone that still stands, Humanity has fallen...
You the survivor, must do your best against all odds against flesh eating hordes to survive Armageddon. You'll need food, water, and weaponry, however it'll be a complete miracle to find a firearm more powerful then a sidearm. Although Armageddon does provide thew creative with plenty of chances to test their inventions. Band together with survivors and do your best to live. The goal is to reach the NASA base in the East of the U.S., all the other bases have been shut down or overran. The East Coast is a dangerous place compared to the West, for there lies the majority of the zombies.
Those who are the mutated zombies are the unfortunates. You have been gifted with special abilities (they differentiate, from being able to vomit acid, climb on walls and roofs, leap far, or sprint unnaturally fast.) Your goal is to track down the survivors and eat them, for they are delicious compared to the other zombies. However your an 'unfortunate' because your death before you were eaten was very very gruesome, so disgusting, I can't even go into detail about how bad it was, trust me it was bad.
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A figure appears in the mists of morning, just as the sun is rising. The figure is tall and bears a resemblance to a canine, it's long tail dragging behind it. The canine stumbles through the mist as if injured, holding what appears to be a crooked baseball bat. A bystander would say that it seemed to be in deep thought, staring at the sky...if there were any bystanders.
A soft-hearted soul would have thought it to be a refugee.
Everyone else would know better...and be proven correct as the mist cleared.
The fox wandered out of the mist, his face a permanent grin from when death literally kissed him. In his right hand he held the stump of the arm of the last creature who crossed his path. His chest was caved in from the weight of the swarm that had taken him. He was otherwise, surprisingly, intact. The horde that attacked him had been distracted by the rest of his regiment when they tossed a pipe bomb into a nearby store. After that the horde took the rest of the regiment. His armor was torn and sagged on his slender frame, a sniper rifle still slung across his back. His khaki's were stained with reds, browns, and greens...mostly reds.
The stripes on his shoulders and name on his front pocket gave a clear indication of who he was: Field Sgt. Entaru Korin.
Eat...need more...eat...so hungry...eat Entaru gnashed his teeth into the bloody arm, easily crunching the bone like it was a sugar cube. Neeeeeeedd....mooooOOOOOORRRRRREEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! He screeched a massive scream into the morning sun, his jaw opening to almost half his size. The hunger was excruciating.
Need to Consume. Need to Devour. Need to Feast. Need to Eat.
Need to FEED!
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Darius glanced up at Entaru with bloodshot red eyes and then stepped up onto his toes and hit him across the back of the head, "shut up big guy, you drawin' enough attention ain't cha? We wonna be eatin' any more at all this rate!" Exclaimed Darius, "now get down!" Having said that Darius grabbed Entaru by the back of his head with one hand and the top of his back by the other and fell to the ground pulling him down with him... "There should be more soon! They'll be alookin' to see where the others we killed got to, and once they found them... We got a surprise for 'em! Huh-huh-huh!"
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The hatchet came down onto the dummy again and again, tearing off large chunk with each swing.
"Dam, zombie, fracking... ZOMBIES!"
He looked over to a friend and shouted to put up another dummy. In the back yard in the safe zone, he practiced continually to take out any zombie that got in his way, with any weapon. Bit by rotten bit.
"Grr... they are going down, if i have to go with them"
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Entaru shook his hunting partner off. He growled in impatience, unable to speak because of the loss of his tongue during his regiments slaughter. Instead he spoke in growls, hisses, and coughs.
"Garo tak tak huff cack haaah heehh hack caw, thit faw faw eep cawah" *Translation* It ain't my fault. You didn't get this cursed appetite from your turning, just a normal prey drive. I have to eat probably 10x more than you just to get the same feeling.
Entaru took some of the blood and torn flesh from the bloody stump and made a makeshift wound on his head. Then he layed down a bit down range from the corpses of his and his partner's last meal. It's incredibly easy to play dead when you're undead he thought to himself.
"Garg rak coe toepak, crak tah foecah. Mit mot coffta doa?" *Translation* I hope they send some women this time, they taste better. How do I look? Entaru went limp on the ground, his mouth slightly open.
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To the surprise of the zombie pair trying to get a meal it wasn't a regiment coming ready to destroy zombies.
It was a very nervous man who was in was in one of his occasional moments of safety by driving a motor home with a souped up engine and a snow plow. He drove straight through a house nearby, whistling as he did so, for he had to deliver some guns to some partners of his. The house's supports buckled then collapsed in a heap, bringing what was left of the home with it.
"Happy Jack you there... ova" asked a voice over the radio
"I hear ya Winston.. loud and clear.."
"Be careful Jacky ol' boy there are zombies all over that neighborhood, what was it called again.... oh yes New York"
"Well i have a giant snow plow.. so i ain't worried..."
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One of the regular zombies shambled across the road, sticking together in a rough pack they moaned and groaned, shuffling aimlessly..... one was slightly slower than the rest, one of its legs mangled..... as the horde passed the dark alleyway a dark figure leapt from its hiding place, the zombies neck hung limp, neck broken... The dark clad infected gripped the now lifeless flesh with sharp clawed hands, daring the rest of the infected to take its kill..... the horde craned necks, watching the lithe infected creature drag the zombie back into the dark of the alleyway.....
infected meat tasted... foul.... but, it would suffice... Zarda dreamed of 'the ones who breathed' meat... this was only, a snack....
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"Babe? Just... Terrible, an let's hope our fresh meats carryin' some breathe mints for you ta pop ahuh?" Darius replied whilst pushing Entaru's grinning face away from his own, "shame you wonna givin' a little more common sense with that appetite of yours, innit? Hehe"... Darius fell silent "You hearin' what I'm hearin'?" He said whilst examining his surroundings, suddenly a nearby house was crashed down and a large vehicle with a snowplow appeared amidst the rubble, "NOW WE'RE TALKIN'!" Exclaimed Darius and with that he hopped onto Entaru's back, "Come on boy! Screw waitin' for some lousy search part! We givin' chase! Let's bring that beast d-ooown! WOO-HOO!"
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Shiro was mad as hell. Partly for the rock music going on in his work area, partly because he just wanted to kill as many of those stupid hellish zombies as he could. He was sharpening his axe, when his sister Sanko came in.
"You don't really think you are going out there again? You almost got killed last time!"
'I don't care. They need to die. all of them. I have saved up enough to get the rest of the parts for the magnum. I am gonna go see the trailer shop.'
"Well then you are not going alone."
' What do you mean?' Shiro noticed she had her pack on. She pulled out her sword, a mechanical monstrosity that the past people called a chainsaw, horribly unlike an old one because it had upgrades to it.
"I mean, you won't stand two minutes getting there, without your sis coming with you."
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Zarda's head whipped up, the loud sound of a vehicle smashing its way through a building..... already the horde where being attracted to the noise, they came, like one unrelenting swarm.... awoken from their docile shambling, they could smell 'the ones who breathed'..... but, this was not a hunt Zarda was going to join.... Zarda prefered to catch 'the ones who breath' in the dark, alone... and drag them away.... so much more.... unpleasant....
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*A nervous White was inside a boarded up two story theater along a block, he overlooked the streets below seeing the usual zombies randomly going everywhere* "Ugh... these things just don't stay dead." *He gripped his butterfly knife like it would save him from anything* "Only thing I've got left here is this theater, this suit from my last business meeting, and this knife I bought a long time ago that I managed to carry with me trying to escape for refuge before this whole MESS happened." *He facepaws for a moment and then goes to his radio to continue his search for other survivors*
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The creature watched through red stained eyes... watched the 'one who breathed' moving in the 'big stone place'.... the figure turned away from the window back futher into the building that used to be a theater... Zarda licked his chaffed and bloody lips with a dark thin tongue as he crouched in the shadow of the ventilation shaft, continuing to watch the theater.... oh.... he would taste niiiice....
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As the motor home flew by, Happy Jack took notice of the zombie armada behind him. He wasn't very happy about it "Sgt. you mind going outside and killing those things for me"
"Yea yea keep your pants on Jack I got this" replied Sgt. Damon
It was the Sgt's job to keep Happy Jack alive, it was a life long favor Jack gave the man, he would give him transportation, food, shelter, and a job, and all Damon had to do was to keep Jack and his customers alive.
Unlatching the passenger door, he held onto it and leaned out with a fully loaded M60 machine gun he saved from the quarantine zone before his unit was overrun.
Unloading the gun on the horde he took down zombie after zombie, but that didn't seem to work. Going back inside and closing the door, Damon found his ever trusty belt of incendiary grenades. Taking one, he opened the window and casually tossed the live fire grenade out the window. The horde, not noticing it, was engulfed in fire, making a Zombie BBQ a dream come true to some crazy people.
"Man I love this job..."
"Well Sgt. love your job while keepin me alive, and i'll love your job too, we're almost to the town where we meet our contacts..."
"Whatever Jack, as long as you bring me zombies to kill, I'll do anythin"
(We are in..... Tamp Bay Flordia right now for this rp)
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*White flips through the radio stations again in futile effort to find any signals or requests for help, he just sighs and lays back against the chair staring up at the ceiling* "This new world really sucks."
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Zarda leapt from one building, latching on to the theatre wall with a soft ~thud~ he sniffed the air, putting a torn ear to the wall.... the living where here..... pulling himself up over the edge of the roof he landed, crouching, his battered and bloodied paws made no noise as he approached the ventilation shaft.... oh... this would be fuuuun...
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Kayleena exited her well secured large home. She smirked and held the handgun she had grabbed before leaving. Kayleena placed it in the thigh holster she found and walked down the street. "I hate this place," She said aloud in a low tone. Her brown bangs fell in front of her right eye. It was drizzling, leaving her tan skin misted with water. She continued to walk slowly keeping to herself.
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Chrono just left an apartment room and walked out to the balcony, making sure to board up the area behind him so he would know if he was going to be attacked. He looked out at the still burning city around him and then felt a headache smack into him like a sledgehammer on the skull. Quickly, he started to growl at the pain, and his hands almost put dents in the railing before he felt two hands wrap around his head and slowly edge the pain away You really need to relax, the hedaches will get worse the more you tense up, idiot! he recognized the voice as the same one hes known for nearly all of his life, the voices prefers to be thought of as 'she', and has been the main reason he could even handle the headaches. "Sorry, its hard to stay calm when the undead tend to be everywhere and seemingly come from anywhere." he said as he felt the headache finally subside, then a feeling of two arms wrapping around his abdomen and a head on his shoulder. Well, if you actually got yourself a real partner instead of myself, you might be able to relax more... Chrono nodded before going back into the aparment room, clearing the barricade, and then putting a round through the skull of a zombie that picked up his scent probably two minutes ago.
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Kayleena continued down the street and spotted a street bike. "That will get me into the city faster. But will it attract creeps?" She thought for a moment and ran over to the bike. "Worth a shot.." Her voice trembled as she shivered from the cold rain. A cloud formed in front of her mouth as she breathed in and out. Kayleena knelt down and rewired the bike as it came to life. The engine buzzed but quickly roared as she turned the throttle. "That'll do." She got on and road down the road at a fast speed, her hair whipping around behind her.
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Chrono finished walking down the complex, and walked out onto the street, and splash where he stepped immedeatly alerted him and he looked down.
It was blood.
He immedeatly made a run for the directing which was opposite from where the blood was leading towards, and kept running until he felt something tug at his left shoulder. He ended up on the road, and the off in time to dodge a car going out of control, which crashed into a nearby building and suddenly combusted. He tried to drown out the voices of both infected and non-infected that were being burned to a cinder. He went around a corner and kept running until the headache resurfaced, but not as painful as before. Well, keeping your mind off the misfortune of others does help with the headache, but I guess its impossible to avoid getting headaches if you're still new to killling other creatures... the voice contemplated before helping to alleviate the pain with 'her' etheral hands.
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Kayleena spotted someone running in the opposite direction of her just before she almost hit him. She lied the bike down and skidded. The bike leaving her and hitting a large building. She yelled as her arm bled, lying loosely from dislocation and her leg burned from the road burn. Her eyes teared as she tried to get up. She got onto her knees and held her arm. She looked around and noticed she was in the open. She narrowed her eyes and got to her feet. Pull yourself together. The military was worse. She wiped the tears away and let go of her arm. She took her arm and put the shoulder back into place with a snap. She looked behind her, standing where she had skidded to.
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Chrono turned back around, but felt a tug around his neck. Why are you going back?! the voice yelled into his ear. "If the car went out of control right next to us, those things are not going to be far behind, I might as well find another road that hasn't been covered in fresh blood." The tug on his neck vanished and he doubled back past the car and then saw a motorcycle, the marks and damage idicated it was recent since there were a few drops of blood on the road that lead t- Who is that? he thought as he approached her. There was no indication of a bite mark or any serious lacerations, plus his gun still has three rounds left in it before he had to change clips. "Hey, need any help miss?"
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*As usual, White goes over to the window checking it out again, looking along the edges of the building on the ground below and looking for other survivors, noticing an explosion in the distance* "Another car crash probably, don't these people know that in the city at this time that's just suicide?" *He rolls his eyes and opens the door to go to the halls of the theater to make his usual rounds checking up on the place going down the stairs*
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Zarda pushed the cover of the ventialtion shaft, it swung open with a crash against the wall.... he flinched at the loud sound, before dropping down into the corridor... silently he set off at a quiet run, leaving bloody tracks across the linoleum as he crouched into the shadows, testing the air.... oh... it was here somewhere....
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*White quickly sprang into a panoramic action flipping open his knife and turning to face the sound of the crash looking around everywhere for the possible intruder* "Oh... no.. I am not going to die now." *He ran down the stairs and kicked open the front door going to do the plan he always considered suicide*
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Zarda pushed the door open, it creaked slowly before swinging open to show an empty room... the one who breathed was gone.... a loud smashing sound came from the front door, along with several harsh screams from the hoarde as they caught sight of new prey.... no... this one was not going to the horde... this one was his....
Zarda turned and picked up an immediate sprint, turning the corner at speed he jumped a flight of stairs towards the front door.... the horde would not get this one... this one was his....
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Entaru tossed the little chaser off of him, slightly annoyed.
"Grat koe tade sonne! Carat coma....toa...gorg blart...mmmmmm. So carack...lat tat toba corpa!" *Are you nuts! That thing is...armed...to...the teeth...mmmmmmm. Then again....last one in is a rotting corpse!
Entaru began running after the motorhome at top speed. Not enough to catch anything too fast, but this thing wasn't exactly a race car. Not to mention it was plowing through buildings dropping its own speed. Entaru caught up quickly and unhinged his jaw to 3/4 of its full size. Finally he was close enough and bit down on the rear of the motorhome. Entaru's jaws crushed the rear right corner of the motorhome with a single bite.
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(even though i only drove through one building)
Feeling a sudden impact on the motor home, Damon leaned out and saw a zombie latched on.
"You don't know when to give up do ya.... well let me help you my friend"
Taking a rifle, and loading a rubberized round, Damon intended to kill the zombie using the pavement and a rubber bullet. He loaded the sizable round into the chamber with a satisfying click and aimed carefully at the beast's head.
"Nighty night..." he said before firing the large rubber pellet into Entaru's head.
Happy Jack looked at Damon like he was crazy.
"You didn't you just use a regular round man?"
"Well I thought using the pavement as a weapon would be fun, after all in this new world we need to entertain ourselves... besides he's off the motorhome so what do you care"
"Well I'd rather not see that big ugly brute again, if I do, I'm going to blame you for everything."
"Whatever Jack just keep driving."
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Kayleena turned and grabbed her gun out. "Who are you?" She asked, her voice stern but loud. Her arm continued to bleed as ride side showing severe bruising.
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The voice struck as familiar, but it also rang a headache as a new source of unusual stress became noticeable. "Kayleena?" he asked, expecting at least not to be shot.
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She lowered the gun slightly then lifted it back up. "Who are you?" Her voice was a little more calm and softer. Her hands held sturdy as she pointed at him. A wind picked up and blew her hair about her face yet she didn't budge.
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Entaru blacked out as the bullet collided with his skull. Is that it? Am I finally dead? I thought it would be more painful, like when I woke up a few months ago after I turned. Is this what eternity looks like?
Then he was brought back into the world...in time to see the pavement.
Aw *expletive*! Entaru's eyes widened in surprise. Then he hit the pavement.
"GROT! FARG! TAGE! BARGEN! FLACK! Ow! Ow ow owowowowowowowow ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...Grart!" *I am not translating that!* Entaru yelped in pain as he bounced then tumbled along the road. Entaru stood up and shook a now skinless fist at the motorhome as it drove away. Thankfully his old armor took the brunt of the tumble and the damage done was only to his hands and arms. Staying just long enough to filp it the bird, Entaru shambled back to Darius.
"Gran fop tag matt tee ohn, gob tak, tak flo fack!" *And that is why I said you were nuts to try to attack it, now get down, we're waiting for the reinforcements!* Entaru smacked Darius across the back of the head as he walked by and layed down in his original position.
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Her hands started working away the headache so he could answer at least a bit clearer. "I'm Chrono, from the military post a couple years ago, I had to leave for a reassignment, I even gave you my number!"
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"Chrono?" She said aloud trying to refresh her memory. "Oh, you were that idiot that tried to hit on me..." She lowered her gun and put it away.
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He heard hysterical laughter behind him and tried to ignore it. "An idiot that became Green Beret before this whole mess started, and I thought you preferred me over the other guys in the camp" If she says no, I have all rights to say you fail at relationships!
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*White flipped his knife open and began his mad dash across the street* "As I planned.. as I planned.. as I planned." *White saw the zombie police officer that was always around the street and flipped open his knife on the right timing, stabbing it in the skull watching it fall to the ground forever lifeless* "Goodnight you monster." *White grabbed at the holster taking the handgun and the extra clips attached swiftly turning around then looking both ways for something to steal for a ride*
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"I suppose..." Her walls remained solid as she walked past him. "We need to go, It's too dangerous. My place is well equipped for these creeps." She smiled slightly and started walking towards her large home.
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"Okay...at least its better than apartment rooms" Well she said 'I guess' No dice, and you fail at relationships...and also fail at having a physical body of your own He followed Kayleena with a silent chuckle, its not often he actually won an arguement or bet with his schizophrania.
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They soon reached a large estate surrounded but large stone walls. "Come on, We can't go in the front entrance." She ran around the side into the woods. She stopped at a large tree and opened a door. She waited for him to come before she entered it.
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Chrono was only about three trees from the door when a zombie struck from his blind spot and almost bit him, but he grabbed its neck and shot a nice hole into its skull before kicking it to the side. "Well, go before more of them show up!" he said while running over to the door.
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America,
county of freedom,
country of free rights
country of elections.
But most importantly, Only Country that has perfected zombie killing.
At least that's what Damon thought as he was on the roof of the motor home, fighting a Hunter style zombie.
"Ya wanna dance.. huh?" he taunted, flipping his combat knife around, but stupidly lost it.
"Oh well, time for something traditional."
Taking a baseball bat, he wound up for the swing
and the hunter lept
right into the bat, and the Hunter flew near where Entaru was.
"HOME RUN!"
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Kayleena nodded and shut the door, bolting it and securing it. "Come on, we need to hurry. They can't breach my home, it's too heavily guarded." They ran down the long tunnel and soon arrived at another door. "come on, we're here." She opened the door, which entered to her Garage. A blacked out Hummer sat in the dark. She walked over to the door that entered to the house. She opened it revealing an extravagant home. "come on in."
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*It was then White saw his way out* "Heck yes!" *He saw the rustic convertible a few feet away unoccupied by any life whatsoever* "BOOYA!" *White ran over and jumped in the car checking the backseat and back floor for zombies not finding any, looked down under and quickly worked his magic on the wires getting the car to roar in seconds* "I'm outta here, bye zombies!" *White looked through the theater front door and saw his stalker zombie and smiled at him with a taunt "See ya later blood sucker!" *He screeched the tires and drove off towards the exit of the city*
"I never thought I was going to get the bravery to get out of that mess alive... I'm so glad that's over." *He checked the handgun and it all looked good with few signs of wear as most cops never got to use their guns anyways along with the fact that the owner has been well... deceased for some time; the car sped onward and White turned on the radio looking for any survivor stations as he went down the empty streets with abandoned cars and the walking dead*
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While still standing on the roof victoriously over his kill, Damon looked back and saw a convertible fly towards the motor home, he gave it a wave*=
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Chrono frowned at the mansion of a home he was now in. "Sure, make me feel like dirt for being reassigned..." he mumbled before following her in.
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*White didn't notice the motor home and drove up next to it seeing the driver and yelled* "Where are you from!?"
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"That wasn't the intention, you think I actually bought this place? I inherited this..." She walked up the large open staircase. "Come on up, I gotta show you something," she said slowing down.
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"I'm from nowhere in particular, hey Jack, we got a live one, what're you doin, SLOW DOWN!!!!!"
Suddenly Damon was hangin on for dear life as Jack made the sharpest turn of his life, and Damon unfortunately was thrown off the roof at the convertible.
"DAMON, ahhh crap!" jack yelled as he stopped the car and went out to look at the damage he caused.
All that trouble to keep the wheels splashed with blood from a corpse.....
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Chrono ended up sprinting up the steps on all fours while in his haste to see what she has to show. Wait, am I actually getting a form you can see me in, or are you still going to keep me as a voice?! body later, Kayleena now!
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*White slammed the breaks upon the guy landing on his windshield* "What the heck is going on around here!" *White got out of the car and checked the guy* "Are you okay sir?"
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Entaru moved out of the way as the Hunter slammed into the ground where he once layed.
"Gaben toka! Shamea tonne faot! Raten farg too fop lag buuds!" *Holy crap! That must've hurt! And it's gonna hurt more buddy!* Entaru stood up quickly, unhinged his jaw and swallowed half of the Hunter in one bite.
Hunger knows no boundries.
Then the screeching of tires filled the air causing Entaru to look up. Live meat had gotten out of the motor home less than a mile away. Entaru could smell them.
FOOOOODDDDD!!!!!!!
Entaru began running as fast as he could toward the smell. Blood was calling him. He unhinged his jaw to its widest and howled in signal to all zombies in a 1 mile radius. Resounding howls echoed back to him.
The horde was coming.
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Kayleena continued walking up the stairs and went to a room that was on the far left of the house. She opened it, and inside were weapons among weapons among weapons. The room was filled with weapons, walls and tables covered. She looked at Chrono for a moment.
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Chrono's ares started to glow with hope, and then he started to cry. "Its....so beautiful...." Pssshh, you're such a gun-nut...
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Damon, now in intense pain and covered in scratches, pulled himself up after a lot of moaning and cursing.
"Yearp... I'm fine... o you got a bit of red on you" Damon said, pointing toward a stain on White's shirt
"Damon thank God your alright... hey man... you got red on your shirt..."
Looking over the hill, the only words on the two mens lips were Holy, and an unmentionable word.
Grabbing the new guy and throwing him into the motor home, and jumping in themselves. The two went to make a quick escape.
"Damon get your M60 out and kick some [censored]!"
"On it Jack!"
Damon, in all his craziness, leaned out the window with the same M60 as before, waiting for the horde to get in view.
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Kayleena chuckled softly. "What do you expect from a weapons major? I'm just glad the Military allowed this." She turned off the light and shut the door. "So now you know where the weapons are." She turned and walked to a room closer to the top of the steps. "This is where you can stay," She said opening the door to a large room with covered windows and dark red walls. The room was already furnished with dark cherry wood items. A large bed and dresser were present. "I'll be right down the hall if you need anything." She nodded and walked down the hall to the right of the stairs and opened two doors that opened to her master suit. She one of the doors, leaving the other slight cracked open. She went into the bath room and turned on the sink. She washed the blood from her tan skin and wiped her face off. She looked in the mirror and started to cry. Pull it together, everyone dies sometime. No more fearing it. She thought to herself.
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*White looked around* "Wait, wait, what's going on here... How do you guys have these machine guns... WAIT! You guys are from the military aren't you?" *White looked behind him seeing the zombies and turned back in wide-eyed terror* "Oh no.. maybe today was not such a good day.." *He growls and flips out the handgun* "Well then... I'm gonna at least DIE trying to live!"
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Entaru lead the horde over the hill towards the motorhome, his jaw hanging to his knees in a constant howl. Then he remembered part of his own advice as he saw the M60 (How did I know what that was? Entaru thought) and fell to the back of the horde. The lesser zombies swarmed the motorhome in an attempt to engulf it before it could drive off.
Entaru screamed at the horde loud enough for even the living to hear. "Draout canna gulpa forish diem! Eee tuag pratta domez beeg goon!" *Don't let them get away! I want the one with the big gun!*
Entaru bit into part of the motorhome once more and attempted to rip a piece off.
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*White feeling an intense adrenaline rush in the wake of action looked out the side of the window with handgun raised* "DIE!" *Bang bang bang* "He shot at the ones trying to get near the driver's seat*
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Chrono nods before walking towards his room, and then when he felt that he was finally alone mentally, her voice chimmed in. You, alone? hah, only when you're dead and not a zombie! So, what am I gonna look like? Chrono started to think about it, and her body started to take shape, she looked Blaire in her physical shape, but her skin was the same pattern as his own. Oooh, I like... do you? she started to sway up towards him, and he kept trying to tell himself that it was just his mind fabricating her. Doesn't mean I can't excite you.... he let out a scream of partial terror and embarrassment as he tried to push away his own personal illusion.
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Kayleena heard him shout and ran out of her room to his. "Everything ok?!" She asked worried.
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"That big bugger likes the taste of our motor home Jack, guess i'll give him something to remember us by." Damon said after opening fire on the horde, cutting down zombie after zombie, but still the mindless droves kept a commin. After shooting the whole clip, he saw where the metal was getting bit apart by Entaru, taking a Spas 12, he shoved it in the open hole Entaru made and shot, hoping he would at least get Entaru off his house.
"No Damon is from the military, I'm just a smart guy with a motor home!" Jack yelled as he got the engine started, but the mass of undead slowed the home down. Damon, took the ol' trusty chainsaw and climbed out and started sawing the various zombies in half. Spraying their blood and innards everywhere, the man was soon covered with the nastiness of it all.
(please Don't kill Damon, he's my comedic relief and i kinda need him alive.. because hes comedic relief)
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If it wasn't for the fact that she can only be seen by Chrono, Blaire would probably see him flailing his arms at empty space. "Get off me, just because I gave you a body doesn't mean you can abuse it!" He rolls off the bed and crawls under it. Heheh, nice moves Chrono, acting crazy in front of Kayleena, you know yelling only makes your situation worse...
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"Uh... Chrono?" She small shadow moved into the doorway as she entered. She got down on hands and knees and reached her hand out to Chrono. "Come out from under there. What has gotten into you?" She asked. Her eyes looked deeply into his. "come on..." She kept her hand out waiting for his.
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Sanko used the radio in their shack...
"Calling Happy Jack... you got a couple of customers coming, please respond..."
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Entaru shifted his attention as he heard the gunshots. He looked the newcomer up and down in hunger. He didn't even hear the Spas go off behind him as he removed himself from the motorhome.
He's not in the vehicle...vunerable...prey...MEAT!! Entaru rushed at White and attempted to bite him with his massive jaws.
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*White turned to see the zombie with the large jaw tearing through the back coming at him and shrieked shooting at it with his handgun looking around to make sure he was out of reach* "COME ON! Guys we gotta get the car moving, if we stay we will die!"
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Damon, seeing Entaru leap at him, and knowing his chainsaw wasn't gonna do much, took out his favorite little miniature metal baseball bat and smashed it against Entaru, inadvertently breaking it in half.
"He broke my favorite bat!"
"This is Happy Jack, saying WE GOT A HORDE ON OUR TAIL, CANT TALK NOW!"
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"We'll be right there! Come on Shiro! We got a hoard to deconstruct!!"
"Boyah, finally, some action."
They both ran into their garage onto a pair of motorbikes upgraded for zombie deconstruction and maximum speed for minimum fuel.
VROOOOOOMM!
"Lets go kick some rotten but!"
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*White moved away from the duo and went to acceleration pedal, stomping it into the floor* "GO!" *The motor home roared*
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Entaru turned to look at Damon as the bat broke against his back. Entaru gave out a howl and threw one of his zombie compatriots at Damon. He then turned back to White, not caring if his improvised projectile hit at all, and attempted to bite down on the hand holding the gun. The bullets slammed into his armor and ripped through his mouth, but did nothing to slow the rushing zombie.
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Unfortunately for White, Jack punched him out of the drivers seat, and Damon just barely got in the motor home before White almost high jacked his ride.
"Your kidding me me, KIDDING ME!!! You Almost jacked my ride!"
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"Yeah well you got a friend next to you!" *Pointing at the huge jawed zombie after he was punched out of the way of the attack* "And besides I thought you were inside, it's so hectic I can't really think straight OK!"
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They rode over the hill near the motorhome as it started moving. Driving behind it with chainsaw and axe flashing, large numbers of zombies were taken out. Most of them were stragglers, and quickly fell, but the ones that tried to get on were obliterated by the partner faster than they could infect the other.
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Chrono quickly grabbed her hand and pulled himself out from under the bed. "Sorry, I've always been a little, schitzophrenic since the outbreak started. Right now I thought I was going to be raped by a woman..." Me, rape?! How dare you say such a thing! You're not helping me get a mate in the slightest, so shut up!
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Entaru's jaws clamped shut , getting nothing but air.
"Quig snar tulpa! Eem toba go matt!" *Hold still dammit! I'm trying to eat!* Entaru roared.
The sound of motorcycles snapped him out of his blind fury, and he realized he was actually in the motorhome. Alone. With three meatbags. Who had guns and many other weapons.
"Oops! :o" *I don't think I have to translate* Entaru said as he looked about frantically, now aware of his predicament, to find a safe exit.
And found one.
"Barg!" *Bye!* Entaru leapt out of the hole he had made earlier and tucked and rolled on the pavement. Entaru stood up and could see the cyclists getting closer. Entaru moved in front of one and opened his jaw to its widest, so that the motorcyle would drive into his mouth to be crushed.
"Pest ta feef, rober rag tums. Wook ag tomac, air eat hums" *Past the teeth, over the gums. Look out stomach, here it comes.* Entaru snickered to himself.
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*White relaxed seeing his recent foe gone and resumes shooting a couple more zombies while the car got rolling* "Blast these darn things, and literally! Let's get out of here."
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Shiro saw the zombie open it's mouth wide, and was ready for it. He stuck a long sharp piece of metal down through it's head like a Knight Jousting, and went past.
Sanko pulled out her cell phone.
"Happy Jack? The zombies are starting to follow me and Shiro. Get your buts out of here!"
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Damon looked back in the hole, and cringed just a little bit when Entaru was stabbed.
"I wanted to do that man!!!!!" he cried looking seriously distressed.
"I hear ya shiro, moving away" replied Jack over the phone
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Kayleena kept a straight face and looked at him. "Well maybe its not such a bad thing. At least you haven't been alone." She continued to hold his hand but quickly realized and let go.
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Entaru was knocked over by the impact of the blow. The piece of metal pinned his bottom jaw to his chest, and came out the other side.
Why that little... Entaru stood up angrily, yanked the makeshift weapon out of his body, and turned to face the cyclist who had driven by.
"HARG! OG WOPP COOMA!" *HEY! YOU DROPPED SOMETHING!* Entaru roared as he hucked the piece of metal like a spear at Shiro.
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Chrono turned around just in time to catch his illusion leaping at him from behind, side-stepping and seeing her fly through Kayleena. Thats right, I'm your illusion, but you've been my dragon for all your life, so don't count on me giving up! Chrono sighed before looking back at Kayleena, looking rather tired "Its worse when the hallucination is someone of the opposite sex..."
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As if on cue to stop Chrono from being embarrassed by his feminine side, Dr. FreeKill, the enterprising zombie Doctor (licker but he prefers doctor) was standing out side the games to the mansion. Letting out a shrill series of coughs, the other lickers and himself used their tongues as makeshit grappling hooks, leaping over the walls and clasping to the side of the mansion.
Once on the house itself, they all climbed upwards and 'opened' (smashed) the sky view window, dropping in like some sort of crazy zombie swat troopers, the lickers and the good Doctor advanced throughout the house, seeking the source of thescents.
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"Oh." was all she could say as she stood in his room. "Well, still, you've had someone..." She looked at him and smirk. "So maggot, No more playtime. Time to get serious. The military wouldn't have you in this shape." Her eyes were stern and serious. "Now, We need to start training. We need to train hard if we plan on surviving. And you need to know your weapons. I'm going to teach you everything I know."
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Chrono almost laughed. "I may have been in the bases longer than you have, but i've se-" Chrono hears glass break and takes out his .357 . "Lesson later, we've got unwanted guests..."
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"damn it..." She ran to the weapons room and flipped on the light. She grabbed up an M16 and an two M240s. She ran back to Chrono and threw an M240 at him and readied her M16. "How the hell did they get on the property? It's heavily armed with land mines." She let out a frustrated sigh as a tail and ears formed followed by fur. She ran to the back of the room. The large window had been covered by a large sheet of steel. She got behind the bed and crawled underneath it for safety. "Chrono, get under cover." She sniffed the air and let out a low growl. "They're scouting. They can't breach my room or the weapons room. It's too heavily armored and protected."
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Hearing voices, Dr. Freekill let out a shrill shriek, shattering windows, the sound barrier, and time itself (not the last one).
He ordered his zombies Phoenix Wright style to attack the door, but to no avail, so he ordered them back and sat down on the stairs to ponder a new solution..
"Food behind door..... zombies unable to break down door..... hmmmmm..."
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Chrono gets over to the bed, keeping his distance from the window, and aiming at the door or vents.
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Kayleena, back in her human state, crawled out from under the bed. "We need to get out of here.... We need to get to my room." She looked at Chrono and pondered.
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At that very moment, Dr. Freekill and the other zombies burst from the floor and ate the pair..
"Yea...... that would be awesome...." Dr. Freekill thought to himself...
"Gentle men and lady zombies, let's try digging underground and attacking from underground!"
Dr. Freekill proposed, and got a chorus of yells and screams in acceptance of his ludicrous plan.
After Zombie Plans don't need to make sense, but just sound awesome to execute.
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"WEEEEEE!!!!" Shiro shouted as he dodged his spear.
"NOW YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO TALK STRAIGHT FOR A MONTH!!!"
After losing the zombies in a couple tricky turns and jumps, they regrouped next to the motor home.
(Sanko on cell)
"Well thats the zombie threat over, how did it go?"
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"We could take the vents... but it might be more dangerous since we can't cover our flanks in that cramped space..." Chrono said while keeping an eye on both entry points.
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"Well you can't, You're a large dragon. But I'm human, small." She looked at him then back at the door and vent.
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"Gob choke cray mana taka, ig toona far meeter tala egan it" *The jokes on you biker, I couldn't talk straight to begin with* Entaru roared shaking his bloody fist after Shiro.
Entaru groaned as the hunger came back. Unless he could find someone quick, he was going to be in a lot of pain tonight. Entaru stumbled in the direction that the motorhome drove away to. Maybe there was a city, maybe there was a fort, maybe there was a camp.
Wherever they were going...there was bound to be people...lots of people...lots of food.
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Chrono heard an etheral chuckle before responding to Kayleena. "Well, then I have no idea how I can get there without going through the zombies that could be piling up just outside the door."
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"No, You can't do it alone. I'll go with you. We need to stick together." She looked at him. And I can't be alone again, she thought to herself.
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"Suit yourself..." Chrono said as he got over the bed and started to inch towards the door, weapon at eye-level.
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Blaire followed behind him quickly and readied her M16.
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Dr. Freekillm being the inquisitive mad zombie that he is, managed to hide a few of his zombie brigade troops (what he refers to them as) under the floorboards.
"This has to be the best idea I've ever had while hunting human flesh" he thought to himself with a stupidly toothy grin.
However not all the zombies were happy with his idea. And decided to stay put.
"Screw the Doc and his schemes, i want mah food NOW!" thought one itchy zombie soccer player.
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Kayleena ran over to the door. Her left boot met the door and kicked it off the hinges. She held her gun and looked around.
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Soccer zombie screamed with glee as he kicked a foam soccer ball and hit her in the head, unfortunately his weapon was cheap foam and easily was deflected by her skin.
"NOW HUMAN YOUR SKIN SHALL BURN FROM THE FOAM OF DOOOOM!" Soccer Zombies yelled furiously in his own insanity.
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Kayleena laughed, blocking the foam. She then shot the zombies that were out in the open. "I don't think so!"
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Soccer Zombie took a bullet to the mouth.
He thought it tasted good, but wondered why he couldn't close his mouth, or find the strength to keep his eyes open.
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Kayleena ran up and hit the zombie with the butt of her gun. Its skull crushing under the force.
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And with that Soccer Zombie was no more.
A dull darkness surrounded by emanations of Light.... now lit up
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Kayleena covered her eyes with her arm, holding her gun at her side. "Chrono, Let's go. We need to move."
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"Kayleena, I doubt thats all of them..." Chrono said as he followed her and got ready for an ambush...
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She ran to her room and entered a code as the door opened slightly. "Come on, Hurry." She waited for him.
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Chrono ran into the room, and then spun around to take aim down the hallway. "I got the entrance covered"
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Kayleena pushed him inside and shut the door, locked quickly bolting the door shut. She ran to her closet and opened it. She then proceeded deep inside it. She came out with ammunition belts and clips for the guns. "This should help for a little." She took two desert eagles and placed them in thigh holsters that were now on her legs. She had changed into short shorts and a black form fitting tank top and combat boots. She threw ammunition and Chrono and a belt.
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If Dr. Freekill was a human, he would die on the spot due to Kayleena getting into the stereotypical hot but deadly military outfit.
Luckily he was a zombie, issuing the order to attack he and the other zombies burst through the floorboards, grabbing Chrono's legs with hungry hands.
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Kayleena Shot at the Zombie's hands with her desert eagle. "Damn it!" She took a chair and threw it through her window. "Chrono, We need to get out of here now!"
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However shooting at the floorboards allowed the zombies and Freekill to spill out in the cramped room.
Fortunately it was really cramped so the zombies couldn't really swipe much more so much biting
unfortunately it was.... really cramped.
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((umm its a very large room))
Kayleena grabbed her M240 and started to shoot the heads off of Zombies. Hot shells flew into the air as she unloaded two clips easily at the invading zombies.
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Chrono took the other side of the room and mowed down the remainder of the zombies, or at least what he thought was the remainder.
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(ummm there's a lot of zombies in there too)
Dr. Freekill wondered about the logistics of being able to fire an M16 in such a cramped room. Big room or not, he had a massive Zombie Brigade Task Force that wanted to om nom some humans.
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Chrono felt the headache pounding again as he continued to shoot at the lickers. Something was telling him that the guns weren't enough, his strength wasn't enough for this, and it kept repeating in his head until he got angry and started to growl. His eyes turning into murderous slits as he yanked a nearby tounge and slammed the licker's head into the wall with a bloody mess. Overdoing the slaughter a bit, arn't you?
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His other side was completely wrong, as the good Doctor lept on Chrono's shoulders, and painfully shoved his zombie tounge in Chrono's head.
"OM NOM BRAIN SOUP!" he yelled in victory as he began (or tried to anyways) the process of eating a victims brain
"He tastes just like a European, even more yum!"
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Kayleena shouted, "CHRONO!" She unloaded a clip into the doctor.
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Chrono's cursing was deafned by his roar as he pulled out his knife and cuts the doctor's tonuge out, and then yanked it out. He then threw the tongue to the ground before pointing his gun up to fill the licker's head full of lead, yet Blaire fired at him before he could.
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"OW HALP!" the doctor screamed after jumping off Chrono and onto the celieng.
He screeched at his in stereotypical but still admittedly hot uniformed aggressor and leapt at her
(blaire beat u to getting me off, so your post in invalid)
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((Ehh whatever))
Kayleena hit him away with the M240 and shouted. She then shot at him with her M16.
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Chrono then had a momentary feeling of 'what just happened' before he fired on the other lickers.
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As the zombies were mowed down, Dr. Freekill managed to slip out during the confusion, an open wound sticking out of his head. But the shots missed his brain.
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*White climbs out of the car after a long ride and stretches his arms* "That was quite the journey, I'm surprised any of us made it alive as there was a great deal more of them than us... and I can't believe I just lost a convertible. You know those were never easy to get and now no more are made, that was probably one of the few that even exist now." *He faced away from the soldiers looking off into the wasteland beyond and then back towards what was left of the city* "A lot has changed..." *He sighs*
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"Yea Mister Shiro... well Happy Jack is.... pissed off, and he wants to get somewhere safe so he can run his mouth without getting eaten... we'll meet you at the remains of Quarantine Zone E-12, the one thats a safe haven apparently" said Damon over the phone, as Jack was fuming at the hole in his ride
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"Roger wilco. We'll race you. Call us if you need assistance!"
Both cycles boomed and sped off.
"Boja! That was awesome!"
"You see how i stuck that spike up that guy's face?"
"Yeah, Epic!"
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*Being unnoticed White walks away and goes on his own into the wastes beyond the city* "If I could just find a town or something nearby, I could setup my own place undisturbed by these blasted zombies.." *He continues to walk with his paws in his pockets looking forward*
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*Being unnoticed White walks away and goes on his own into the wastes beyond the city* "If I could just find a town or something nearby, I could setup my own place undisturbed by these blasted zombies.." *He continues to walk with his paws in his pockets looking forward*
*unfortunately for White, he stepped out of a moving vehicle, and crashed and burned as would be expected.*
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Kayleena looked around and threw a chair at the window, the glass shattering. "Come on, We need to get out of here!" She shouted before jumping out of the window.
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*Brushing self off, the agitated wolf kept walking away towards the outside of the city* "Ugh... those soldiers just liked killing zombies, I actually wanna just get out of here."
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Chrono was about to kill another licker when something jerked his gun up to the cieling. There will be plenty more to kill outside, now get out of here before you get swarmed to death! Chrono started to calm down, then lept out of the window, hitting the ground right in front of where Kayleena landed. "Wow....that didn't hurt...." he muttered in mild shock before straightening up and following Kayleena through the forest.
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"Ooh hey more survivors!"
"Jumping out of that window must have hurt, and looks like the hoard wants to make them supper."
"Should we give them a hand?"
Sanko revved her motor.
"Lets take um out!!"
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*Brushing self off, the agitated wolf kept walking away towards the outside of the city* "Ugh... those soldiers just liked killing zombies, I actually wanna just get out of here."
Another unfortunately for White Wolf, only Damon enjoyed killing zombies, Happy Jack wasnt a soldier, just a merchant trying to stay alive.
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Kayleena darted into the forest, thorns and branches grabbing at her delicate tan skin. Small cuts form as blood ran from each of them. She looked back to see if Chrono had been following.
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Chrono tapped her shoulder and then looked at her cuts. "Maybe you shouldn't be wearing such...little clothing, it really makes it easy for the sickness to travel by air..." Chrono had been keeping pace a little distance away from her, making sure that nothing was lurking in the trees to attack her.
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"it's easier to move in." She continued running. Her ankle became trapped in the root of a tree as she collapsed. She let out a pained sigh and got up. Her ankle showed quick swelling and severe bruising. She collected herself and jogged behind Chrono who had passed her.
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Chrono stopped and got on one knee. "Get on my back, that ankle is only going to get worse if you keep running"
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"No, I'm fine. I promise." She said. She continued to jog but collapsed. "alright, fine." She looked at him, almost no hope in her eyes.
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Chrono picked up Blaire and hefted her up so her legs wrapped around his waist. "Don't give me that look, we'll get out of the forest, and as long as you can still hold a gun, you still have hope..."
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"I can do that," she said softly, the pain in her ankle throbbing.
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Chrono looked up, then gulped when he felt Kayleena's chest on his head.
Or was it his neck?
Chrono looked ahead and saw a cliff overlooking the city. "Well, we're out of the city, and in a few steps, out of the forest..."
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Kayleena held a desert eagle in her right hand, her left arm around his neck. She looked around ready to fire.
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Surprisingly, nothing came out to attack as the reached the cliff. "Theres a trail that'll lead to a hidden cache of military vehicles, y'know, terrorist invasions and all that nonsense..." Chrono carried her down the pathway, watching as more zombies head towards the city, but not even notice the two survivors heading down the cliff.
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"Soon.. I shall eventually find a reliable place, just gotta watch my back, heck might even get some teammates.. yeah just gotta be positive and It'll be fine." *He trudged on trying not to look back at the soldiers because of what little living folk he had met that were not undead hoping not to feel regret*
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Shiro and sanko followed the two people through the forest to the edge of the cliff.
Screeching to a halt, they looked over the cliff.
"woah, what are you folks doing way out here? And what's with the military vehicles?"
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Entaru craned his head foward as he listened to the wind. There had to be someone...something to eat. He had lost the sound of the motorhome a fair bit ago. He wondered if he would ever eat again. His ears rotated like satellite dishes in attempts to find the sound of survivors. He could see a city in the distance.
Then he caught a sound...
Motorcycles.
The same motorcycles that distracted his horde and robbed him of a meal...
Entaru howled with the ferocity of nature itself. His howl was again mimicked in exponential numbers as the entire city echoed with undead screams.
No one took a meal from Entaru.
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Kayleena just held tight to Chrono's neck and watched around for any movements in the forest.
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He finally reached the base of the cliff and made an immedeat left and then went to a fortified entrance titled C-67. "the 67th cache of the military... if you don't understand that" he said while entering his dog tag and after a few clicks, the entrance opened, to a surprisingly untouched room. "I guess everyone at the base died..." he said to himself as he walked into the cache and looked around for anything better than his selection of equipment.
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Kayleena looked at him. "Of course I know what it meant..." She said. Her eyes shifted about the room. "But how? It's untouched..."
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"Only our base knew of its exact location. Since this is obviously not the same one I met you at, and thus if we're the first to enter, either all of the people at my base are dead, zombies... or long gone" He said while getting a few grenades and refilling on ammunition.
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"Oh..." Kayleena searched for M16A4 ammunition as she reloaded the two desert eagles.
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Chrono went around the corner and whistled to Blaire. "This is the car I've been wanting to drive since I came here... and its even got its own set of gas tanks for us!" The vehicle looked like a cross between a jeep and a tank, having a cannon on a tripod in the backseat, while the front two were for navigator and driver, gun slots included for shooting on the go.
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((Kayleena.... lol))
"It doesn't look at great as my hummer... but it will have to do for now I suppose." She walked around eying the vehicle. "The tireds a bit flat... And very much unprotected." She kicked it and looked at Chrono.
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their radio starts going off "This Is Capitan Hinshu Ookami. For those who have survived I welcome you to my Zombie-Free Zone. ONLY IF YOU CAN GET HERE. For those who doesn't...well it's there loss. The coordinates are in Dayton, Ohio. 20 south 30 west. Only the strong will make it." On the other end of the signal Capt. Ookami turn off the radio. "SIGH I hope there are survivors out there. Otherwise the world is at his end"
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Shiro overheard the radio transmission.
"Well, you got a pair of bikers coming your way. We'll see you in a few!"
Shiro and Sanko roared away.
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Angry howls filled the air as the horde realized that their meal had driven off. There was no way they could catch the motorcycles without the element of surprise. Entaru slammed his undead fist into the side of a car setting off its alarm. The alarm blared through the empty city, it's shrill noise loud enough for anyone to hear for at least a mile.
There had to be someone left...someone to eat.
So hungry...I've got to find something...Why am I so hungry?...I have to find food...something... Entaru's horde dispersed as he banged repeatedly on the car trying to think. He'd be on the verge of tears if he hadn't spent his last at his turning. Entaru held his head in pained frustration, eyes closed, trying to cry.
Then, in his despair, he smelt something.
Something familiar...
The white wolf...
The one that escaped with the motorhome...
Entaru held back a howl so as not to scare the smell away. Everything seemed to run when he howled. Entaru sprinted in White's direction.
Maybe he would eat after all...
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their radio starts going off "This Is Capitan Hinshu Ookami. For those who have survived I welcome you to my Zombie-Free Zone. ONLY IF YOU CAN GET HERE. For those who doesn't...well it's there loss. The coordinates are in Dayton, Ohio. 20 south 30 west. Only the strong will make it." On the other end of the signal Capt. Ookami turn off the radio. "SIGH I hope there are survivors out there. Otherwise the world is at his end"
this radio transmission WOULD happen
if the poster went on the OOC board and actually made a character first
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((Kayleena.... lol))
"It doesn't look at great as my hummer... but it will have to do for now I suppose." She walked around eying the vehicle. "The tireds a bit flat... And very much unprotected." She kicked it and looked at Chrono.
(( shush you :/ ))
"The tires are all rubber, ment to not pop.... and theres bullet-proof and shatter proof windows, The only part that isn't completely armored is the gunner, but thats because it would hamper the aim and firing mechanisms!" Chrono takes a hammer and slams it against the window, then against the frame. The window almost cracks, and the frame is undented and only the paint scratched off. "Unless you plan on this thing taking a nuclear explosion or diving into an ocean, this is the safest vehicle to offer!"
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Narrator: Also Chrono's ride is a very eco-friendly car. Because that's what you need in a zombie invasion, style and concern for the environment!
'In Damon's instructional video on how to be a good zombie killer'
RULE # 1
To be a good zombie Killer, ya gotta look cool while doing it!
"the scene opens up to some random guy hitting a zombie like he was a robot'
NOT LIKE THAT!
'The scene is flashed to where the same guy, has Rambo style dress, and he goes crazy against the zombies, with martial arts talents, and skills with a freakin huge gun!'
Now that's how you kill zombies.... IN STYLE!
This is Damon's podcast, signing out!
'The Sgt. leaves his webcam, picks up a baseball bat, and decks a zombie in the torso before backhanding it's brains'
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"Of course..." She looked at him then the car. "It's not as good."
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"Of course..." She looked at him then the car. "It's not as good."
Narrator: Egads, Looks like Blaire (or Kayleena, but I prefer Blaire) won't back down from leaving her precious set of wheels without a fight!
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Entaru hastily made it for White's position. He knew that White had a gun. He also knew that he was going after an armed survivor alone. And that the survivor was also alone. He would have to use the element of surprise not to get shot. He smelt the air again to be sure that he was on the right track. Entaru ran into an apartment building and watched silently through its window as White came into view on the horizon.
Heeeeerreeeee kitty, kitty, kitty. His massive grin widened as White got closer
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Zarda swung down in front of Entaru, hanging from the window frame upside down, his torn and battered hood falling back to reveal the long dead feline face and yellowed fangs....
"you... wouldnt... happen... to be wanting... to take my... kill?"
he spoke wheezily, his speach slow and gutteral
"Zarda... likes... to eat.... Zarda's kill"
With that he attempted to leap off the side of the building towards the shadows of the alley below...
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At the base I start to go out to get some fresh Air. Their is one survivor, hopefully there is more. Good thing my base is very impenetrable got outside and look at WalMart. "Who knew WalMart is fit for survival? Good thing it was truck day that day....Too bad the barrier is only 15 feet away form the store" All I see is hordes of Zombies trying to get past my barrier. I grab a megaphone, "SORRY WALMART IS CLOSED DO TO MAINTENANCE" "MOAN" soon the hordes go away chuckling "works every time"
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Chrono then brought up a dosage of reality. "So, you want us to go back to your now comprimised mansion, get to the car, turn it on and drive out of there, all without getting overrun or bitten by the posibly massive amounts of undead that have now moved in there?"
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Entaru grabbed the feline by the hood of his sweatshirt as he tried to leap away. He held him up to to look him in the eye.
"Rek tak?! Teen fob taga vrop takano! Grat tog wabba mak mak bill knoka! Frag toe ragne farpletoga teh..." *Your kill?! I've been trying to find food all day! This one actually put a couple of bullets in me! You ain't taking the satisfaction from...*
Entaru trailed off as he got an idea.
"Sopatoe... veren cog nat pa. Fwat tara con farpae mogi teka. Eff tan tan oba pine tak mocha keel kick nag neas bot teal.*Wait a minute...you snuck up on me. There aren't too many of us out there that can do that. If you can sneak up on him and get him pinned then I can kill him quick and easy and we'll both have a meal* Entaru whispered.
If he could convince this one to help him then maybe he could finally eat. After all if both of them were attacking then it would decrease the chances of their prey getting in a lucky headshot.
"Fargan noct?..." *Whaddaya say?...*
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Zarda struggled briefly, claws slashing, before he stopped to listen.... a shared kill?.... better than no kill Zarda mused...
"yes... Zarda can sneak... Zarda good at sneaking..."
he licked his lips, salivating grotescly...
"you put... me down... and we have deal...."
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Entaru's permanent grin widened as he listened to his new partner.
"Grat...folk tan atar kneel." *Good...we have a deal." Entaru set Zarda down.
"Knac, ibl tiib ech teht abbacog." *Now, I'll hide in that alleyway.* Entaru points down toward an alleyway "Neek feh gits mose oh at abbacog, ooh rans i heem. Eel tome hunnin an rush ees ibage." *When he gets close to that alleyway, you pounce on him. I'll come running and crush his ribcage.* Entaru thumps his hand on collapsed chest.
"Oog ought eet" *You got it?*
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Saddened Kayleena looked at him. "I don't care... Let's just go then." She opened the door and got in.
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Chrono then brought up a dosage of reality. "So, you want us to go back to your now comprimised mansion, get to the car, turn it on and drive out of there, all without getting overrun or bitten by the posibly massive amounts of undead that have now moved in there?"
Although Dr. Freekill couldn't hear Chrono, he must admit it IS a classy mansion, with stocked booze for the taking!
He may be a zombie but he's still a Doctor!
As for the zombie's plan, it was well crafted, even by human standards they knew what they were gonna do.
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Chrono got in the car and revved the engine. "Sorry for the attitude..." You better be... he ignored the now returning woman of a hallucination and continued to explain "Considering I lost control during a firefight, and we were swarmed in the most reinforced area on the second floor, I figured it were best to make our escape in an area that few people know of... I didn't want either of us to be put in unnecessary danger". The heat sensors under the car detected that it was turned on, and made the vehicle garage doorway lift up. If this doesn't work out, I'm not such a bad choice as a rebound, since I already know what you like....
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Narrator: That hallucination better remember that Chrono isn't interested in see through women.
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*White kept walking and stopped for a moment to look around* "It's quiet around here.. too quiet for my taste." *He looked down and noticed a trashcan lid* Hmm... I have an idea." *White picks it up and throws it against the wall to make loud noise* *Clang!*
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Entaru's head jerked in the direction of the sound. "Rok neaa, reg tide!" *He's here, quick hide!* he said in an intense whisper.
Entaru jumped silently into the alleyway and hid in an old dumpster. White had gotten there sooner than he thought. Oh well. Hopefully Zarda can get him before he finds me.
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*He hears rustling and follows the noise* " I ain't scared of you zombies!" *White flicked his knife open and moved for the alleyway*
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Zarda clung to the side of the building, easily as high as the third storey.... no other zombie he had ever met could do quite what he was gonna do here....
The figure below moved, heading for Entaru's hiding place.... Zarda crouched agaianst the wall of the building, tensing his inhuman muscles, a low growl reverberating up his dead throat, amber eyes flashed... and he leapt....
He had been hiding on the other side of the roadway, but even this was a small leap for him... within seconds he had cleared the whole width of the road, eyes fixated on the wolf.... with the force of a high speed car he caught White around the legs with outstretched claws, the attack was sudden, silent.... but without the help of Entaru a strong willed survivor could easily escape Zarda's grasp... they had before, and for this reason normally Zarda would have picked a weaker target... no matter...
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((OOC: Offer still stand now that I am registered!...I think))
I am at my personal space between the electronics and guns section when the clocks go off. "Well, It's time for my daily exercise." get up and head toward the front entrance of the store, looks at the horde of zombies that is at the barrier. "OK. Which one of you lucky [CENSORED] will be taking my life?" opens the reinforced gates. Soon zombies come inside one by one "Come and get some." the door slams shut after 4 zombies come through. They quickly circle around me, getting into my stance, one of them make a move. With quick reflexes I grab the zombie's arm flip him over, then stomping his head to the ground. Then the rest gets in closer, leaving me to high kick one in the face, tearing off the dead one arm off and using it as melee weapon to disable the other zombie. Quickly running to him, snaps his head off and chuck it to one of them, only to round house him, then smash his skull in with his own foot. The last zombie looks at me with gluttony in his eye. I just grew bored and pulled out my desert eagle and blew his brains out. "Well, that was some what....entertaining." and heads back to the store.
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Entaru burst out of the dumpster as Zarda slammed into White. Entaru pulled his old sniper rifle off of his back and, holding it by the barrel, swung with all of his might to crush his prey's ribcage.
With Zarda around his feet and only armed with a pocket knife, White's chances of dodging his swing were next to none.
((Remember those companions you were asking for White :3? You might just get your wish, just not in this life >:3))
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((OOC: Offer still stand now that I am registered!...I think))
I am at my personal space between the electronics and guns section when the clocks go off. "Well, It's time for my daily exercise." get up and head toward the front entrance of the store, looks at the horde of zombies that is at the barrier. "OK. Which one of you lucky [CENSORED] will be taking my life?" opens the reinforced gates. Soon zombies come inside one by one "Come and get some." the door slams shut after 4 zombies come through. They quickly circle around me, getting into my stance, one of them make a move. With quick reflexes I grab the zombie's arm flip him over, then stomping his head to the ground. Then the rest gets in closer, leaving me to high kick one in the face, tearing off the dead one arm off and using it as melee weapon to disable the other zombie. Quickly running to him, snaps his head off and chuck it to one of them, only to round house him, then smash his skull in with his own foot. The last zombie looks at me with gluttony in his eye. I just grew bored and pulled out my desert eagle and blew his brains out. "Well, that was some what....entertaining." and heads back to the store.
(OOC: your in, but please talk in third person for this rp, because for the life of me I can't stand seeing the word 'me' constantly)
Post Merge: January 06, 2010, 07:57:48 PM
Entaru burst out of the dumpster as Zarda slammed into White. Entaru pulled his old sniper rifle off of his back and, holding it by the barrel, swung with all of his might to crush his prey's ribcage.
With Zarda around his feet and only armed with a pocket knife, White's chances of dodging his swing were next to none.
((Remember those companions you were asking for White :3? You might just get your wish, just not in this life >:3))
Suddenly an alarm goes off, but it isnt the zombie gathering alarm, it's killing time!
"AND YOU THOUGHT I LEFT YOU ZOMBIES!? WELL I CAME BACK!" Yelled Damon from the roof of the RV, this time with Happy Jack with a gun and ready to shoot with a hunting rifle in hand.
(they didn't see you three yet, they want to kill zombies.)
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After awhile of hanging around the electronic department, Ookami decides to look for more survivors out there. After hours of setting traps, explosives, and few shocking surprises, Ookami heads out into the infested world. "You gotta love the things they leave here." and drives of in his fortified semi truck they left behind.
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After awhile of hanging around the electronic department, Ookami decides to look for more survivors out there. After hours of setting traps, explosives, and few shocking surprises, Ookami heads out into the infested world. "You gotta love the things they leave here." and drives of in his fortified semi truck they left behind.
(thanks for that)
Sgt. Phil McCracken stopped the Captain Ookami
"Halt Captain, I order you to TAKE ME WITH YOU!" Sgt. Phil McCracken yelled, but then you notice he was bitten, and was to turn soon.
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*White didn't even know what hit him at first and freaked out reaching for his knife to attempt to stab Entaru or Kitt* "I'm not gonna end up like only of you freaks!" *He wriggled and struggled in Zarda's grip, but to no avail* "Aww crud, guess as it ends for me the saying will be.. careful what you wish for." *To spite Entaru and Kitt, White stabbed one of Kitt's arms with his knife as the barrel of the old sniper rifle found itself in his ribcage*
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((Gabag, can you put your post after mine. This is going to make the survivors time much harder))
As White went limp Entaru supressed the urge to bash him a second time. Entaru pulled the sniper rifle from White's ribcage and reached into the hole he had just made. Using his claws to make the hole bigger, Entaru made a feast of White's lungs. After a few bites Entaru thought of something.
"Garga! Eck pah to mana con mocha ise. Ley eff us keem mak met ire reals." *Zarda! Make sure you leave enough for him to rise. We can use him to get more meals.* This way of killing worked flawlessly. All this time he had used unorganized hordes to catch a meal. Entaru had discovered something that would make humans run in terror (more so than usual).
The zombies now had the weapon of strategy.
((OMFG!! Organized super zombies!! :o ))
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The kinfe blade slid into Zarda's arm with a soft, sickening ~schlick~ longs feline fangs bared he lunged for the throat.... make it quick, he was struggling to much... As soon as the bite was made Zarda released the wolf instantly, blood ~drip, dripping~ from his jaw... oh, how he had missed that warmth... the warmth, of life... oh...how... delicious...
the feline growled looking up at Damon.... ~bugger~
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The baseball bat slammed into Entaru's arm. The blow would have crippled any living thing with pain.
Too bad he was a zombie.
Entaru turned to Damon, furious that his train of thought had been interuptted not to mention his meal.
"Freeg fo toba moo!" *I can do that too!* Entaru grabbed his sniper rifle and swung it like a baseball bat at Damon's head.
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After looking at Sgt. Phil McCracken "Sorry Sgt., you are no longer fit for duty." Ookami steps out of his vehicle and pulls out his desert eagle. "Don't worry Sgt. I still remember our promise" Sgt. Phil McCracken give Capt. Ookami one final salute. "ABOUT TURN" Capt. Ookami cried as gave Sgt. Phil McCracken one last command BANG. Capt. Ookami gets in his vehicle and drives off mourning of his lost comrade.
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*The last thing White remembered was the feeling of his chest being opened up and then all went black with the feeling of blood everywhere. No longer could he feel his limbs and then few seconds later all consciousness disappeared, White was dead*
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(before the sniper rifle smack)
Hearing the cry for assistance, Damon jumped down with a metal baseball bat and prepared to swing at Entaru
"Hey ugly, Remember me!?" he yelled, going back to swing
(after the smack)
Recoiling in pain, Damon reached for his sidearm and blind shot a few bullets at Entaru's mangled face, while Happy jack readied another bullet and aimed at Zarda.
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One of the bullets hit their mark as a it ripped off more of his cheek.
"FIT! Goba Garda, ets bab ee oobie an ret feat ack!" *(Expletive)! C'mon Zarda, lets grab the body and run for it!* Entaru shouted as the bullet came too close for comfort. Entaru lifted their meal over his shoulders while Damon stumbled backward. Entaru let out a earpiercing howl, alerting the other zombies in the area.
"GOBA! Mat wood meep em racipid foh naw" *C'MON! That should keep them occupied for now!* Entaru yanked on Zarda's hoodie to get him moving and bolted down the street into the oncoming horde.
((Note that as White is already dead, they will not try to take our meal. They wiil however go after Damon and Happy Jack))
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As Entaru tries to make his exit, a armored vehicle blind sided him, and knocking him towards the ground. The person inside armored vehicle revives his engine, then put the pedal to the metal running over Entaru. Then the vehicle take a sharp swerve left and runs over the hordes of zombies. The door flies open and a stranger pops out "Com'on ! Get inside!" Leaving them no choice, Damon and Gabag enters the vehicle as more zombies starts to arrive. Making a u-turn, the stranger notice one thing, Entaru has disappeared from the spot he ran him over as well as the body.
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Zarda growled, before yelping as he was suddenly pulled back by his good.... growling he leapt over the horde, clinging to the side of the two storey buildings, leaping from balcony to balcony, sign post to sign post...
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As Entaru tries to make his exit, a armored vehicle blind sided him, and knocking him towards the ground. The person inside armored vehicle revives his engine, then put the pedal to the metal running over Entaru. Then the vehicle take a sharp swerve left and runs over the hordes of zombies. The door flies open and a stranger pops out "Com'on ! Get inside!" Leaving them no choice, Damon and Gabag enters the vehicle as more zombies starts to arrive. Making a u-turn, the stranger notice one thing, Entaru has disappeared from the spot he ran him over as well as the body.
Unfortunately for Hinshu, you don't control my character's actions, I do, if I wanna jump in an APC then i'll jump in when I post nor do you control when Entaru runs away.
"ILL TAKE YOU ALL ON!" yelled Damon as he fired an m60 into the oncoming mass of zombies, while Happy Jack, hesitant to leave his RV full of loot, recognizes that the armored vehicle could be a good way to escape, but then his RV could make the escape too.... oh pressure!
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((Try not to power play Hinshu :(. I'll go with it for now though))
Entaru had no idea what had just happened, all he knew is that he and his meal were underneath a vehicle. Entaru realized that his old ammo pack had gotten caught on the undercarriage of the APC.
Why can't I ever enjoy a meal in peace? Entaru thought as he unhinged his jaw. Let's see how well you can drive without a transmission!
Entaru bit into the undercarriage of the vehicle and pulled; ripping out tubes, wires, and various pieces of the transmission.
Then he bit again.
And again.
Soon Entaru could see light through the hole. He had to resist to just keep attacking. He probably would have...that was if he hadn't bit through the pipe that his ammo pack was caught on.
Entaru tumbled out from underneath the now smoking vehicle, White's corpse still in hand. White now looked a bit more than worse for the wear. His back was practically shredded cheese now, after dragging along at high speeds for a short amount of time. Entaru's legs weren't much better. He had gotten away with his meal and life though...
...if you can call it that.
Entaru attempted to sniff out Zarda so they could finish eating. Entaru was a zombie of his word and Zarda had earned his half. Hopefully they could use their new victim to help them catch more meals. But that would come later.
He was hungry and, undoubtably, so was Zarda.
After catching the scent, Entaru left the (now sabotaged) vehicle and went after Zarda and left the survivors to fend for themselves.
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Getting angered at Chrono's lack of getting in the Jeep, Kayleena hopped out and grabbed her M16A4. "I'm going to look around." She walked down the room and out a large door.
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Chrono got out of the jeep, grabbed Kayleena and dragged her back and tossed her in the jeep before driving off. "So you'll ditch me if I don't accept silence as an answer..." he said aloud while driving out of the garage and onto the open road. "I go from following you, to dragging you around... hopefully that changes again" he ended as he looked on the road, seeing not a car on sight, then making the next left to travel east.
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Zarda leapt from an alleyway... a lightening fast shadow... it seemed he was just as eager to get his share, he hung from an old battered lamp post upside-down like a bat, hood fallen away from the long fangs and sunken amber eyes... "Zarda... hoping, you still give him his share... Zarda help with his sneaking, Zarda still hungry..." he dropped down the sidewalk with feline grace, speed and agility like that not usually seen on the infected...
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((I'm getting tired of doing the translation bit so just use your imagination))
"Yes, you'll get your share! Lets try to find somewhere to hide first though. I don't know about you but I don't want my meal to be interrupted." Entaru gromished. "Let's hide out over there."
Entaru pointed at a long abandoned school. Many of the windows were broken and a few zombies could be seen trying to get out to the horde.
"C'mon, we can hide in one of the rooms." Entaru shambled to the school doors and walked in.
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Kitt watched Entaru walk away, he waited until he had reached the doors, and then leapt... catching the top of the door frame with two clawed paws he swung through, landing in Front of Entaru on all fours... He stood up, lounging against a wall of the corridor, with his hood up and the languid posture from afar you could almost mistake him for an alive, but socially repressive teenager... that is until you got close enough to smell the rotting flesh...
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Entaru shook his head snickering, tore off an unneeded piece of White's corpse, and threw it to Kitt. "Here you go, you earned it." Entaru sat down with the body and tore off a chunk for himself. He held up the chunk like a wine glass.
"Here's to good work" Entaru said as he rended a piece from the chunk.
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((whoops i said kitt >.> ))
Zarda caught the the hunk of flesh, forgoing Entaru's gesture and instead digging straight in, chewing quickly and in fast snaps and bites, like an alleycat trying to gulp down its meal before a larger dog or animal caught it...
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Kayleena growled at him. "Hush it... If you really wanted to get out of there you wouldn't have waited for an answer!"
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((Try not to power play Hinshu :(. I'll go with it for now though))
Entaru had no idea what had just happened, all he knew is that he and his meal were underneath a vehicle. Entaru realized that his old ammo pack had gotten caught on the undercarriage of the APC.
Why can't I ever enjoy a meal in peace? Entaru thought as he unhinged his jaw. Let's see how well you can drive without a transmission!
Entaru bit into the undercarriage of the vehicle and pulled; ripping out tubes, wires, and various pieces of the transmission.
Then he bit again.
And again.
Soon Entaru could see light through the hole. He had to resist to just keep attacking. He probably would have...that was if he hadn't bit through the pipe that his ammo pack was caught on.
Entaru tumbled out from underneath the now smoking vehicle, White's corpse still in hand. White now looked a bit more than worse for the wear. His back was practically shredded cheese now, after dragging along at high speeds for a short amount of time. Entaru's legs weren't much better. He had gotten away with his meal and life though...
...if you can call it that.
Entaru attempted to sniff out Zarda so they could finish eating. Entaru was a zombie of his word and Zarda had earned his half. Hopefully they could use their new victim to help them catch more meals. But that would come later.
He was hungry and, undoubtably, so was Zarda.
After catching the scent, Entaru left the (now sabotaged) vehicle and went after Zarda and left the survivors to fend for themselves.
Sorry about that I'll try not to do it again
Capt. Ookami tries to shift gears and quickly realize that his transmission has been tampered with "[CENSORED]" get out of the vehicle, pulls out his knife and magnum backhand a unsuspecting zombie as shoots one ahead of him. Runs up to Gabag and Damon "I hope you got a vehicle" as hordes of zombies starting to team up. getting closer to them.
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Chrono just ignored her and drove on. This is getting nowhere, being a woman, hallucination or not... any ideas? I havn't gone what she has, and for all I've seen you do, the most helpful thing you've done is just get her out of there when her ankle was sprained... Chrono, if shes going to keep having an attitude... I don't know... I just hope I don't lose it and kill her.
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(the characters are Happy Jack and Damon, not Gabag and Damon)
"Heck yes we got a ride, follow me!" Jack yelled shoving his way to the RV
"DAMON GET IN!"
"Aye Aye!" he yelled before capping a big charger zombie in the brains.
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Kayleena looked out the window as she slowly fell asleep. Her mind began to drift back to when she served in the Army. She began to move as gun shots went on in her head. A large explosion blew up and she woke herself up screaming. Outside it had begun to Storm. Thunder rolled and lightening struck.
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Jumping in the RV while providing covering Fire, Damon yelled "PUNCH IT!" and Happy jack obliged by flooring it.
"Pleased to meet another survivor, I'm Happy Jack, merchant... and that's Damon, my personal security"
"I prefer Zombie Hunter of the Week" said Damon as he clutched his trophy.
A few minutes of driving on the road, and it started to rain and thunder, a few more minutes and Jack realized he wasn't losing ihs eyesight, there was an actual car driving in front of him.
Honking the horn, he tried to get their attention.
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(OK got it)
"Nice to meet ya" Capt. Ookami looks behind to see if they are still perused.
"You think they are infected" pulling out his desert eagle.
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Chrono stiffled a chuckle before he rolled up Kayleena's window. "So, what exactly told you that I could be brought to the mansion? You said I was an idiot and I was covered in scrapes, I'm asking because I just showed you to an area that nobody else should be knowing, got ourselves a working vehicle and since we've gotten to the garage, you've been getting more and more irritated." Chrono made a right and drove away from the highway, knowing many people have probably been taking the highway and likely died on it. "Or do you just hate that of all the people you could be travelling with, its a schizophrenic that happens to have some crush on you?"
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(chrono i honked at you guys*
"I dunno, but let's not shoot immediately.. let's wait and see" Happy Jack said before honking again.
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Zarda snapped up the last of his meat, watching Entaru continue to feast on the corpse... he pondered for a moment, wondering if it was worth it... but no, he'd had his fill... and better not to start fighting, it seemed if he could stick around the big guy, food may become more common....
Zarda smiled, licking his lips at the prospect of future food... but wait, what about the corpse? he had bitten the wolf... hmn... chances are he would rise... chances are he would rise as one of the 'special'... another to compete with? or another to work with?... Zarda would see.. that is if Entaru didnt eat all of the wolf first...
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*Everything looked garbled and hazy as a muscle twitched in the back of his throat, the wolf spewed daggers without handles into the ceiling; he lifted his head feeling strange looking at the zombie feeding on him and growled fiercely* Blood...you...attack me? *He said in a questioning manner confused by his chaotic thoughts clouded with this hunger that he could not think to describe, only felt*
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Entaru jumped a bit when the daggers came shooting out of the corpse next to him. As the wolf sat up Entaru realized that their new friend had just woken up. And judging by the daggers now in the ceiling, he was like them...special.
"Ah good, your awake. Welcome to the ranks of the undead, rookie." Entaru said in a militaristic tone, a bit of his past life coming through. "And to answer your question, yes. We did attack you, and that hunger that should be welling up inside you is the reason why." Entaru swallowed the last bit of meat he had harvested off of White, cleaning his fingers on his shredded pant leg.
"That's Zarda," Entaru pointed in Zarda's direction with his bloody thumb "I'm Entaru. We killed you. Now that you're one of us, you can help us do the same to others. Speaking of which, what's your name greenhorn." Entaru's perma-grin widened indicating a friendly smile.
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Zarda looked up as his name was mentioned, his bright amber eyes flashing from under the dark, torn and ragged hood. Before he returned to picking meat from between his fangs with one long claw, leaning lazily against the wall of the room, just as he had done when he was alive....
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"White..is name. Why kill?" *He looked over seeing Zarda and sniffed in the air* "Something smell good.. must have it." *White forgot about what happened and was sniffing around on the floor and went over to the window peering outside*
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Zarda watched with mild interest as White sniffed around, he sniggered, finishing off the last of the meat from between his fangs.... "we kill you...cos we're hungry.... now you help us.. kill others... is simple enough...." he leant against the wall, watching White and Entaru warily...
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Chrono looked to his right and cocked an eyebrow. "Oh look, we have company..." Chrono waved and then continued to drive, hoping they'll either have an accident, or drive past him.
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"That smell is either your still unturned blood or fresh meat." Entaru grunted apathetically "It's most likely the first since you happened to have left it all over the street and alleyway before you woke up." Entaru felt the unholy hunger return in full force "However, if it is the latter then we should probably try to find it. What do you think Zarda? We can eat all of it if we find it." Entaru looked to Zarda for confirmation.
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"Damon, get on the megaphone, I don't think they are stopping"
"Alright Jack i'll go talk to some random people"
*on the megaphone*
"Hey you guys, yes you in the jeep, please stop for a minute, Happy Jack the Merchant of the Zombie Nation needs to talk to you, trust us we aren't zombies, otherwise we wouldn't be driving like normal people. If you can hear us, at least make an attempt to acknowledge us."
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Ookami seem skeptic about the whole thing.
"It doesn't look like they will be stopping anytime soon, I mean, it is almost sun down"
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Zarda looked up to Entaru licking his lips.... that seemed conformation enough... with that he leapt out of the window, grabbing hold of the top of the frame he swung out and up onto the wall of the building above, before leaping from there to a neighbouring building where he sat in the shadows, waiting for the other two...
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*The much confused White didn't wait after Zarda leapt out the window and took some of his daggers that he spew from earlier off the floor and leapt out after him*
"Rawr... pick pick." *He held to the side of the wall next to Zarda and started doing a "cliffhanger" style as if the wall was made of ice and he was holding ice picks, he dug in with his daggers and traveled across the wall towards the scent he had*
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Zarda cocked his head, bright amber eyes flashing from under the hood... he had yet to see just what this new 'White' could do... he hung from the wall with one clawed paw, watching White with interest...
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*A muscle tensed in the back of White's throat and he let two new feet sized daggers fall and he caught them with his feet paws and then his feet twisted to accommodate the blades* "Pick pick easier now."
*White smiled a little and then traveled on all fours on the wall with the daggers and moved down much faster than with two daggers till he got to the ground and let the blades fall as he walked along.* "Play... time."
*White then walked like a normal zombie making irrelevant noises and limping along to look like a normal zombie down the street*
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This kid picks up fast Entaru thought to himself. Entaru climbed out the window and allowed himself to fall a short ways before using his claws to slow himself down. Now on the ground, he kept to the shadows, trying to remain as hidden as possible.
What poor soul are you hunting friend? A hunter like the others? Lost refugees trying to find help? Maybe a survivor locked away in their own house? Where is your nose taking you, youngling? Where are you going? Entaru's thoughts continued this way as he followed White.
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*White came to some of his blood that had dripped to the ground from earlier* "Food!!" *He made a shrill screech and lapped at it hungrily* "Taste..good..have more...must."
*His eyes became less characterized as he sniffed in the air looking for more blood to have turning to his following ally Entaru looking at him questioningly. He figured he was no threat to him and then returned to his run-of-the-mill zombie poise while walking further down the street in search of his treat*
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Zarda leapt to a streetlamp, it shook and fizzed a few times as he hung from the metal, watching White make his progress along the street.... he picked at a piece of meat from between his fangs... he had eaten his fill today, and so was paying little to no attention to exactly what White was hunting.... unlike most infected Zarda had a control over his hunger, when he did not need to eat he did not have the same insatiable craving...
sure this meant he was not as savage or bloodthirsty as others... but why would he need to be? when he could trap a lone survivor, caught off from their group, catch them so quickly and unexpectedly....
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The youngling's first meal...is himself. Entaru cackled at the thought The poor youngling has been hunting himself..
Much like Zarda he had some control over his hunger. Not as much, but some. What he had gained in its stead was his unquestionable intelligence. That much he could see, with his newfound companions barely able to put together a sentence. Entaru had the intelligence of an average to above average survivor, which was quite the feat for any zombie. His power may have been his mouth but his intelligence was his strength.
Well, he's agile and can attack at a range. He might work as covering fire for Zarda and I, while we sneak around behind. Simple but useful. It works. Entaru loved where these new thoughts were guiding him.
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Within the blink of an eye Zarda had dropped back down to the sidewalk, leaning against the lampost with his hood up he watched Entaru with gleaming Amber eyes... from so far away, and with the approaching darkness and the hood he looked very much like a moody teen haning around a street corner....
Zarda stayed watching, occasionally sniffing the air... he could smell somthing... or maybe not... survivors where getting harder to find, and he did not want to have to start eating old infected again... after the taste of fresh meat.... they tasted so... stale...
He smirked, tail swishing...
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*White upchucked what appeared to be a serrated blade and he worked carefully away at sawing off some boards on an old apartment complex building window nearby the blood* "Food here!" *Inside a scream from a woman was heard followed by a 'chik-chik' noise* "Bad?" *White grumbled and stopped*
*White jumped back and then smirked hearing the voices stop, he looked upwards the side of the building and disappeared from the view of the cut boards on the window going over to the side nearby Entaru and upchucked a couple of daggers for climbing and proceeded up the wall*
"Vent...here." *White looked at Entaru and motioned to the top of the building with a paw where there was an air vent that came out the top as he climbed up with his hands, inside some voices were heard and a bit of shuffling about as he made his digging noise*
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"Ah, very observant. Good! You take the vent and I'll distract them down here" Entaru motioned White to continue up to the vent. Entaru then began beating on part of the wall, causing the room inside to shake a little.
He could have just as easily bit through the wall and waltzed in but the survivors had at least one gun. And from the sounds of it, it was a shotgun. As he heard the woman shriek once more, he knew that he was the one they were paying attention to. He roared at the wall to scare its occupants even more as he rammed into the wall.
Inside he heard someone shouting "What kind of stupid zombie tries to go through a wall when there's a door right there!" which was in turn followed by laughter. The survivors weren't worried. To them the zombie they heard at the door was to stupid to break in. To them the threat was miniscule.
Entaru smiled as he watched White continue to climb. If only they knew...
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Zarda hung back, leaning against the wall of a nearby building.... he didnt see how he could help here... inside buildings... had never been his prefered place to hunt... alleyways, and the more open roads where he could leap from building to building.. now that was better... nevertheless Zarda had a feeling that he should at least try to help in some way... Entaru had helped to get his meal and Zarda felt almost a feeling of companionship...
he shook his head before standing and walking nonchalantly over to Entaru as he bashed against the wall, using his best 'alive or survivor' walk impression he could... he'd been practicing that for weeks now, experimenting, he after all looked reasonably 'alive' if not viewed up close... plus he realised with a jolt... he was showing off in front of Entaru.. he shook his hea again... this feeling of companionship was... annoying...
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*White devilishly licked his lips with his tongue and slowly pulled off the vent cover and silently moved down making his way inside and looked down through the air vent at the people standing together* "Noms :3."
*From outside of the building a scream was heard followed by a shotgun blast that went through the wall into another building and the sound of blades swishing and cutting through flesh sounds followed* "Hrrgghhh!" *The woman screamed the whole time until it was immediately cut off by another blade swishing sound* "You're not going to kill me you monster!" *A screech from White was heard and the sound of a yell came as the entrance door flew open and several knives flew out past it as a man was attached to one of the doors on the ground that had been torn off with at least 100 tiny blades in his torso he was bleeding all over the ground moaning in pain*
*White came out doing a squeal of what sounded like laughter, he upchucked another blade and this time it had two handles, it was indefinitely a butterfly knife* "Death..time." *He flipped it open in a split second walking over and stood above the soon to be finished off human*
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Chrono started to growl when he was being spoken to over a megaphone. "Hes going to get us all killed if he keeps making that mu-" Chrono stopped as he heard other vehicles come onto the road, accompanied by screeching of tires. He turned around and three trucks, with infected on the truckbed and foaming drivers trying to maintain their course. "Please don't drive like a mad-man..." he mumbled when he pulled a lever on the car, and then pushed the wheel over to Blaire as he climbed over his seat and went to the gun. "We'll talk after these things your megaphone attracted are gone!" Chrono started to fire on the drivers, but their hap-hazard driving actually made it hard to hit them.
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Pulling out an M60, Damon opened fire on the zombie driver
"Since when did they drive!" he yelled
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"I know" "This isn't" "The right time" "But um, When I was alone at my hideout I always notice the zombies act... a little different every day. In my opion, I think they are
BANG BANG BANG stops shooting and aims for the dead driver as he talks Bang shot the last dead driver
getting smarter everyday."
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Entaru watched as White stood over the survivor, who was petrified with fear. Entaru let out a guttural guffaw as he saw the sudden realization of what just happened on the doomed survivors face.
If he wasn't in so much pain he would have screamed. What he would have screamed, Entaru wasn't sure of but by the look in the man's eyes he would have guessed something along the lines of "No! This can't be happening! Zombies can't think like that! They can't!" Entaru continued laughing for a moment before realizing he was still hungry.
Entaru walked by White, patting him on the back as he passed, and into the building. There were two other survivors besides the one outside. One, another man, was most certainly dead. His head was on one side of the room while his body was on another. The other was the woman they had heard screaming. Her throat was gashed open. She was, however, still alive.
Entaru walked up to her and squatted down beside her. She was feline, thin, and beautiful too. Even the gash in her throat didn't diminish that. She stared up at him in grave horror as she gasped for air but only breathed in blood. Her brilliant blue eyes sparkled with tears as she looked into Entaru's smiling, yet grim countenence.
Those brilliant blue eyes...he loved blue.
Entaru knelt in closer, his face to her's. He could smell her, the intoxicating scent of the living flowed through his nostrils. His jaw clicked as he unhinged it. The woman closed her eyes and turned away.
Entaru enjoyed every strip of flesh on her battered body. There was not enough left for the virus to reanimate. Her eyes he kept. He placed both in his mouth for a moment, careful not to crush or pop them. The virus that lived in his saliva and kept him alive would preserve and harden them like jewels. Entaru found a long thin string on the woman's tattered red dress and strung them on it. Entaru left the building, fully satisfied, wearing the eyes like a necklace.
Her blue eyes...now sparkling forever.
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Zarda watched as Entaru walked back out, now proudly displaying the shining blue necklace... he stared, amber eyes wide... how they sparkled, so shiny and pretty.... he shook his head, overbalancing slightly and almost walking into the lampost.... growling he gnashed his teeth, hiding his confusion...
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Entaru held back a snicker as Zarda stumbled, trying to regain balance. "Zarda, there's food in there for you too if you want it. You might want to get in a few bites before it turns." Entaru rubbed his hand across the side of his teeth, searching for any meat caught between.
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Zarda growled, crouching and suddenly leaping the full distance from the sidewalk to inside the building in one long leap..... how he loved to do that... once inside he ate his fill which, when compared with some infected, wasnt very much at all... he often ate lightly for it made him slower when trying to pounce or run, eat less, but more often.... he leaped back out, blood spattered down the front of his hoodie now, satisfied...
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*White stopped the moaning and groaning once and for all stabbing the blade into the mans heart, the life in his eyes diminished and slowly his hands faltered until he was no more* "Foods..good." *White went to work fairly quick and cut open the man's chest and ripped his lungs to shreds and burying his head in the torso slurping up as much blood as his maw could handle, he couldn't stop until he was satisfied*
"Taste...fill." *He wiped a paw across his muzzle and the blood was cleaned off, but his fur was stained brown from the dried blood; all that remained of the man were some shredded organs and his torn apart clothing scattered around the remains* "Delicious." *He licked his paws clean of what blood was left and then got up and followed Entaru*
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Entaru looked at his two companions for a moment and looked around at the decrepid surroundings of the abandoned city.
"We should move on. Those three were the first food I've had in days. The living have all but disappeared here. If we want to keep eating feasts like today, we should follow the hunters. They'll most likely be heading toward a refugee camp." Entaru informed his companions with the air of an officer adressing his troops. "The hunter's vehicle is damaged and easy to track. The hunters also need rest and fuel to keep moving. If we start now, we should be able to keep on their trail with relative ease. So, are you with me?" Entaru crossed his arms with determinate patience.
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*White understood what Entaru said and followed up with a simple nod and made a gesture with his paws for Entaru to lead the way* "Where...hunters?"
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Zarda glanced up from where he lounged agaisnt the lampost, his torn hood up, shadowing his bright amber eyes.... "Zarda with you" ... he licked his lips, tail flicking as he walked up next to Entaru...
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"Excellent..." Entaru said with a smile. "The hunters left in their vehicle which, in its haste to leave us behind, left tire marks and a clear indication of where they went" Entaru pointed to an onramp onto a highway. "No doubt they will have run over some of our lesser bretheren in their escape. Just follow the crushed bodies." Entaru grinned at the others as he began running to the onramp.
"Follow me!"
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Zarda dropped into a more feral four legged running position.... "time to stretch.. my legs...." he growled before leaping over the onramp onto the highway where he ran in a fast leaping fashion, he zigzagged across the highway amongst the burnt out shells of cars, crossing ENtaru's path several times almost playfully...
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*White watched Zarda move about and became fixated with his movements* "Jumpy.." *He stayed close behind Entaru not wanting to be left by himself and to avoid possibly getting slain by hidden survivors* "How..Zarda pick pick..so quick?"
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Zarda stopped, watching White closely, amber eyes flashing... "Zarda does not know..... how White..." he paused for a second "how White.... upchuck, knife?" he watched the other infected, interested as he had not ever seen another able to throw knives or use other 'shooty' abilities...
"Zarda... not seen 'nother... able... do that..."
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"I not know.. just work." *He looks somewhat confused and just makes a shrug, then he looked over to Entaru* "What Entaru do?" *He kept following behind him through the wreckage of cars and the littered lifeless streets carefully*
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Entaru turned to White at the question "I am capable of opening my mouth wide enough to swallow a survivor's vehicle. I also have the jaw strength to crush said vehicle like an oversized beetle." Entaru turned back to the road.
Suddenly the flash of a lightning bolt streaked across the sky. It was followed by a great boom of thunder. Entaru looked to the sky as the rain finally made it to the group. The road was now red as the rain washed away the blood that had dried onto the pavement. To an average creature this would mean the trail would be lost. To a zombie, however, it played upon one of their greatest senses.
Hearing...
Entaru could hear the roar of the motorhome echoing through the rain. He could almost pinpoint the raindrops on its rooftop. Entaru wasn't looking anymore. He knew where they were.
"C'mon! We've got them now" Entaru increased his speed beckoning the others to follow.
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*White nodded and followed Entaru close behind* "How far...survivors?" *He tried to listen in with his ears trying to locate them, but was having some trouble because of the sound of the rain interfering*
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Zarda hissed as the rain splattered against his hood... he disliked the rain, and where it not for Entaru and the prospect of food he would have gladly taken shelter somewhere..... he jumped over large puddle onto a wrecked car, and then from there a long leap back onto the trail of the motorhome, he sped off, bounding leaps carrying him faster than Entaru and White...
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*White watched Zarda in awe* "Entaru, Zarda fast.." *White tries to quicken his pace to impress his companions and jumps along the cars, but slips and finds himself in a windshield, where he crawls out with glass embedded into his neck* "Not work so.. well." *He got back on the ground and followed Entaru at his normally quick pace*
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"Not very far, two miles at most. We'll want to keep just out of sight when we find them. That way they'll lead us to the..." Entaru trailed off as he saw a truck filled with infected carcasses on the side of the road.
Entaru, curious, went over to the vehicle and saw one of their own in the driver's seat with a hole between his eyes. What was he doing in the driver's seat? Wait! How do I know that? Driver's seat....driver...drive...car...drive...truck...drive...stick shift...drive...turn signal...drive...ignition..drive...keys...drive...Drive! DRIVE!!!!! Entaru's eyes widened as a flood of information slammed into his head.
And he smiled.
You, my friend, were one smart cookie...but I'm smarter. Entaru thought as he pulled the infected driver from the driver's seat. "Zarda! White! Hold up for a minute and help me get our dead fellows out of the truck. We're gonna be travelin' in style!" Entaru cackled as he turned on the ignition.
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Zarda stopped and leapt back towards Entaru, he watched him curiously.. "what Entaru doing?" he looked from the larger infected to the truck, to him, it was just part of the scenery... he had seen trucks and cars driving with living inside them.... but he could not make the link from those moving cars tho these stationary and wrecked ones....
Zarda furrowed his brow, growling... this thinking business was painfull...
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*White remembered the car he had driven earlier and opened the door on the truck and got in the side seat* "We go now?" *He looked over at Zarda* "Come Zarda... get in car?"
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Zarda growled suspisciously.... why where they getting into that...... car?
he sniffed the trucks door, put a paw to the reverberating hood, felt the rumbling engine underneath.... he still didnt get it.... whining in confusion he looked up at White and Entaru, what Zarda had in supreme speed, he obviously lacked in the brains department...
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*White saw Zarda having trouble and opened the door for him* "Safe... here." *White patted the seat with his other paw and watched to see what Zarda would do next then looked over to Entaru* "What Zarda do.. Entaru?"
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Zarda whined again, some great internal struggle was going on in his head..... he looked from White, to the seat, to the truck, to Entaru, to his paws, to a crow perched on a nearby car, to White again....
he took one hesitant step into the truck, sniffing as he did so, eyes darting...
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Entaru chuckled slightly as he watched Zarda investigate the truck. "C'mon Zarda, hop in the back. We'll move much faster and we'll look like survivors. They'll never expect our kind to be driving." Entaru looked down at the dead driver "Well, more than one of us at least. This way we can keep an eye on them without them getting suspicious. And if they don't expect it, then that means easy meals."
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Zarda looked up at Entaru, he gave the truck one last sniff before jumping in beside White, with difficulty he closed the door.... he sat nervously, claws dug into the seat of the car... he didnt like to feel boxed in...
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Entaru watched as Zarda shifted nervously in his seat and sighed. "If you really want to you can sit in the flatbed. You'll get wet but you won't be suffering from claustrophobia...." Entaru blinked in disbelief at the new word that came out of his mouth. "Heck, you can cling to the top if you're that uncomfortable." Entaru didn't realize that being the smartest in a group of zombies would be so hard.
I wonder if Alexander the Great had this kind of trouble.................wait, who's Alexander the Great????? Entaru knew somewhere in his mind that these information dumps would only get more confusing.
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Zarda stared at Entaru... "big... word..." he stuck his head out of the window, where it promptly got hit by several fat raindrops... Zarda drew back into the truck, growling... "dry here...."
The feline looked over at Entaru from under his hood, thoughts, or what little thoughts he had, churning away.. "Entaru... talk...... big... Entaru clever, get food in clever... way...... Zarda could not.... get food, in so clever way.... as ENtaru...."
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"Wow, we made it. Here is the haven."
Shiro shouted up the wall "HEY ANYONE IN THERE???"
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"Alright...hunting time!" Entaru floored the gas and the truck died.
*sweatdrop* -___- *<--Entaru's face*
"Let's try this again" Entaru pushed in the clutch, put the truck into gear, and then floored the gas. The truck roared to life and the team of zombies were off, barrelling down the highway and avoiding parked cars.
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Zarda stuck his head out of the window, wind whipping through his hair and blowing the blood spattered hood out of his eyes..... despite all previous nervousness he loved this!
He panted happily, feeling the rush of cold air, even ignoring the splashing rain... he looked back in at Entaru, and despite the blood spattered across his jaws he looked almost happy.... "Zarda like.... fast"
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Entaru laughed as he watched Zarda stick his head out the window. "Hey, that looks like fun!" Entaru leaned out the window in a classic trucker position before quickly pulling back in as he nearly decapitated himself on a car door. "That was close, no more of that for me. Be careful, Zarda. I don't wan't to have to go looking for your head."
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Zarda looked at Entaru quizikaly, before feeling across his muzzle with one paw.... "but... Zarda got head... here..." he shook his head in confusion, sticking it back out of the window and almost losing said head to a low hanging signpost... he drew it back in hurriedly "Zarda undestand.... Zarda understand..." he sat back down, nervously fidgeting, before pulling his hood back up... he had no idea why he kept the hoodie on at all... somthing about it felt safe, comforting.... memories he could only half remember where in his hoodie.... good memories.....
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*White watched the two and the front roadway* "Be careful... cars around." *White pointed with a paw at all the abandoned cars that littered the highway* "Hurt..when car hit." *He turned from Entaru quickly losing attention to Zarda and watched him with his head out the window* "Zarda have fun?" *He tilted his head in a quizzical manner even though the words were simple, it seemed more that he could understand everything, but only had trouble with putting sentences together in his undead state; he chuckled as Zarda almost became decapitated*
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Zarda looked back at White, head tilted back, copying the other.... he nodded slightly, pulling his hood up further so only his amber eyes could be seen underneath.... he seemed completely unpreterbed by the fact that they could crash, he barely seemed to make the connection between what Entaru was doing, and the truck moving and steering......
He looked back to White, blinking from under his hood, piercing amber eyes watching curiously....
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*White looked back at Zarda for a moment seeming to study his features, noticing all the nicks and tears in his flesh from all the fighting and attacks dealt to him* "Zarda hurt much?" *While asking the question, White continually turned a eye to the road in fear of any possible crash, not that he didn't trust Entaru's driving, but he didn't trust the stray cars that could betray the truck being driven on their resting ground*
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Damon glanced backwards and his eyes widened as he saw the same zombie he used the baseball bat numerous times over, along with 2 other zombies in a car
"DIE WHEN I KILL YOU!" He screamed before shouldering the LAW Boozoka, with their last rocket.
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out of know where Damon scream "DIE WHEN I KILL YOU", Capt. Ookami, startled, look behind him and saw Damon with a bazooka and a car heading towards them. "NO! WAIT WHAT IF THEY ARE HUMANS!!!"
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out of know where Damon scream "DIE WHEN I KILL YOU", Capt. Ookami, startled, look behind him and saw Damon with a bazooka and a car heading towards them. "NO! WAIT WHAT IF THEY ARE HUMANS!!!"
"TRUST ME THAT THING AINT HUMAN, NOT ANYMORE, I MEAN IT NEEDS TO HOLD ITS MOUTH TO KEEP IT ON" He yelled back, distracted and pissed he couldn't shoot/
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Capt. Ookami takes out a pair binoculars from his massager bag and looks at the driver. "SHOOT IT DAMON SHOOT IT NOW!!!"
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*White looked back at Zarda for a moment seeming to study his features, noticing all the nicks and tears in his flesh from all the fighting and attacks dealt to him* "Zarda hurt much?" *While asking the question, White continually turned a eye to the road in fear of any possible crash, not that he didn't trust Entaru's driving, but he didn't trust the stray cars that could betray the truck being driven on their resting ground*
Zarda shook his head, still fidgeting, eyes darting left and right.... as well as not liking to be boxed in he hated to be still for so long, when he was hunting, and trying to be silent it was differnt, but this.... was just aggravating..... Zarda looked up to see that the survivors had noticed, one seemed to be pointing somthing long and tube like at them... Zarda cocked his head... "wassat?"
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Entaru squinted at the motorhome that was now in view. He had been excited and had driven far faster than he had wanted to. He had wanted to stay just out of sight, but now he could not only see the motorhome but the man on top as well. Entaru looked at the tube that the hunter had drawn and was pointing at them. The tube seemed eerily familiar ((remember he was military)) and something about it gnawed at the back of his mind.
Long tube...held like a weapon...weapon?...hunter with weapon... Suddenly an explosion went off beside him as his APC rolled over. He was in the middle of a desert somewhere. He called off peoples names to see who was hurt. Then another explosion took out the tank in front of them. Entaru had seen where it had come from. He looked and saw a man pointing a long tube at another one of the convoy. The man fired and the vehicle was destroyed.
Entaru suddenly jerked back into reality, and screamed a profanity.
"HOLD ONTO YOUR SEATS!!!" He began driving as erratically as possible while slowing down and backing off. He knew what that was! He didn't know what kind, but he knew what it did to unarmored vehicles. Unarmored vehicles like trucks.
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Hearing the resulting explosion nearby, Shiro and Sanko went to investigate.
"Shiz... what is this?"
"A full blown battle, pull out the uzi's!"
Sanko called over the radio.
"To those in the battle, the two cyclists are human, i repeat, are human! Do not fire apon us!"
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*White squirmed in his seat and then looked at Zarda upon Entaru's command* "Hold on Zarda..no want get..hurt." *White gripped the seat tightly watching the upcoming hunter*
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Zarda was seemingly unpreterbed by the inherent danger of having a bazooka aimed at him while in a truck being driven by an undead infected.... he cocked his head, looking from White to Entaru..... "Zarda not hurt.... why Zarda get hurt?" he watched white with slight amusment....
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Entaru rolled his eyes at Zarda's comment and slammed on the gas. The truck's spedometer bottomed out at 90 mph as Entaru aimed for the back of the motorhome. If he could ram the motorhome hard enough, then the hunter would most likely fire the rock and completely miss the truck. After that he could back off and follow the hunters from a safe distance. The truck was close enough now so that he could see Damon and almost look him in the eye.
"You can't kill me, hunter!" Entaru glared at Damon through the windshield
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Zarda was slammed back into the seat as Entaru floored the gas..... he watched with mild interest as they headed at high speed for the rear of the motorhome....
"oh..... Zarda get it..." he clutched the seat in terror... most people would say a zombie could not feel fear... obviously Zarda had never been told this...
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"Garfbasd asdfjasdflk, asdfksa" was the only thing hey could hear "I think he is talking to you , Damon."
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Aiming for the side of the Truck, since it was so close now, the rocket would at least cause it to veer out of control.
"I'm the BADDEST MOTHER(Censored) IN STILLWATER!" he yelled at the truck as it went crazy trying to regain control.
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Capt. Ookami walks behind Damon and pats him on the back "Calm down killer, no need to get excited over a little thing."
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Entaru struggled to regain control of the truck, the explosion going off so near. Luckily it hadn't hit them. Unfortunately it allowed Entaru's more feral side to come through, his original plan now miles from his mind. The truck veered left and right as Entaru regained some of the vehicles balance. Now, with the truck somewhat stable, Entaru slammed into the back corner of the motorhome.
"C'MON!! IS THAT ALL YOU MEATBAGS GOT!!!" Entaru screeched at the hunters in the motorhome, slamming into it again.
((Entaru may be smart but he has a nasty temper))
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Capt. Ookami looks behind him only to see the truck is surpassingly functional. "Um, guys?" doesn't feel like being the bear of bad new "They are still alive"
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Chrono turned his turret to the car, and not caring if it hit the driver or not, sprayed a literal hose of lead all over the truck, popping two tires in the process.
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Shiro and Sanko rode up over a hill to see the motorhome fill with lead and try to spead away.
"You got those homemake explosives?"
"No, lost them back there. Move toward the place the gunfire is coming from."
"Why?"
"Cause I have yet to see a zombie use a gun."
"Good point."
The two road toward the gunfire.
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The tinging of bullets against the cab tore Entaru out of his rage. What am I doing?! This is not the plan! I have to get outta here before they do more dama...(expletive)!!! Entaru felt a bullet graze his arm, barely missing White and himself.
"That's it! I'm outta here!" Entaru slammed on the brakes, jack-knifing the truck. His face slammed into the steering wheel with enough force to dislocate his jaw. The truck tipped slightly at the sudden shift of weight but landed safely on its wheels. Entaru watched in defeat as the motorhome and its new escort drove away safely.
Entaru began beating on the steering wheel in anger, deforming it with the force. I can't believe I was so stupid. That was why the driver had a hole in his head. They knew this truck. (EXPLETIVE)!!!! Entaru rested his head against the steering wheel trying to think.
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*White looked at Entaru confused by his portrayal of defeat* "Situation..bad?" *He looked from Entaru to Zarda* "Zarda okay?"
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Entaru looked up from the steering wheel to White. "Yeah, but not as bad as it could have been...we need a more inconspicuous vehicle. Maybe something not so big or recognizable. Something relatively slow as well. That way we wont be so eager to catch up to them. Can you guys think of anything?"
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Relived to see the truck retreating, Capt. Ookami sighed "Man, I hate to see when they get smart enough to hold a gun."
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Zarda looked over to White, shaking his head... other than a few scratches he was fine.... he clambered out of the vehicle, shaking slightly.... he leant against the truck, panting "..... too fast... too fast... Zarda no like..."
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"STINKIN ZOMBIES STILL DONT DIE WHEN I KILL THEM!" Damon yelled, red faced as his great nemesis has escaped him.
Entaru is like Damon's Team Rocket.
That one nagging problem that just wont go away no matter how many times high explosives are used.
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"Calm down Damon, we will kill them one day" Capt. Ookami sits down and relaxes for a bit...."Do you guys have a place to rest?"
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"Calm down Damon, we will kill them one day" Capt. Ookami sits down and relaxes for a bit...."Do you guys have a place to rest?"
"We rest inside this car, after all it is a motor home" replied Happy Jack
"Find a bunk and sleep"
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"How about some where it is more secured? I got a place that is like Fort Knox. It shouldn't be too long to get there. What do you say?"
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"Don't worry Zarda. The next one won't be anywhere close to that speed. Now lets see...slow, heavy, and well protected. Something like a tank (Tank?) but easier to find." Entaru rested his head on one hand, looking at the steering wheel.
Where was all this information coming from? It was just spilling into his head at random without a known source. Even the thought process involved with finding out about that thought wasn't there before. He could remember being something closer to Zarda's intelligence. That was another thing. He could remember. Why? The thought screamed so loud in his head that it hurt.
Entaru held his head. It hurt. All of the information. It hurt.
Entaru couldn't ignore the pain in his head like the one in his stomach. Entaru clenched his fists against his head in pain. Why did the thoughts bring pain? Why did he feel pain at all? Others wouldn't even flinch when shot but he was in agony. He had felt the bullet graze him. His head felt like it was on fire! Even his face and jaw were screaming in red hot pain.
Why?
WHY?
WHY!?
Then as suddenly as it appeared the pain was gone. He felt better. Like something that was lost was where it should be again. Entaru looked at the others. "C'mon guys, lets find a new vehicle" Entaru hopped out of the cab onto the road feeling refreshed.
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Chrono tried to continue firing at the truck from earlier, but shortly after it went out of commission, the turret barrel locked up as it overheated and the bullet that fire prevented the machine gun from firing again until it was repaired.
As they kept on driving, the barrel cooled off enough for Chrono to inspect it. The bullet that fired from earlier did permanent damage, and somehow broke the barrel, leaving two salvageable turret barrels apart from the ruined one he was seeing before him. He let out a roar and smacked the side of the barrel, causing it to not only turn, but spin around and whack him down as it made a 360 back to its original position. Thats when he got back up and kicked the gun, hitting it with enough force to hear a metallic groan. He then fell back against the side of the truck's flatbed, his snout bleeding from blood pressure.
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Zarda watched Entaru in confusion.... watching him mentally struggle with the multitude of thoughts... that was before he lost interest and pounced after a crow that was watching him. Growling he leapt, the crow flapped off cawing, leaving Zarda to give chase... jumping from car to car he pounced after it, the sleek black crow cawing its derisive victory...
Hissing at the crow he sauntered back over to Entaru, just as he jumped out... he never wanted to eat the crow anyway... stupid bird...
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*White followed Zarda around curious at his activity of chasing the crow and asked a question about it* "What Zarda..doing?" *He tilted his head to the side at Zarda*
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Zarda stopped suddenly, looking up he seemed almost surprised to see White there... it was a few seconds before he realised who White was.. "Zarda chase bird.... bird annoys Zarda with it wings and and beady eyes.." the crow had settled down behind Zarda, perched on a wrecked car, cawing derisively... Zarda's tail flicked side to side, before he pounced, jumping backwards and rolling over mid-air, to land with a crunch on the crow...
He reappeared a moment later, with the crow clamped firmly between his jaws, he looked very proud.. "Zarda got"
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*White just smiles at Zarda not really understanding the purpose of the exercise, but he felt himself gnash his teeth like as if he wanted some blood for himself as well then turned to Entaru and pondered something he hadn't considered before* "Bird.. zombies too?"
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Zarda tore at the crow, he wasnt really hungry, yet catching it made him feel proud..... stupid bird.. that was your last caw! ... he dropped what remained of the bird and walked up to White, watching him curiously, sitting down on the road he played with his tail distractedly, though still watching White with his bright amber eyes...
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"No." Entaru grunted bluntly. "The Hunger doesn't choose creatures of lower intelligence. When The Hunger takes us, we lose our previous mind. What it gives us back are shattered shells of what we once were. A creature of lower intelligence wouldn't even be able to summon the will to move. Birds and other creatures are useless to The Hunger." Entaru spoke of the virus in a reverant tone, almost as if he was glad to be a zombie now.
The notion of giving their disease a name, calling it The Hunger, came naturally to Entaru. It was as if it was always called that.
Something told him that that was their affliction's...no...that isn't the word...an affliction would mean that they suffered...they hardly suffered.
Something told him that that was their...gift's...name. A gift. That's what it was. But for what reason or purpose...that was still a mystery to Entaru.
Entaru beckoned the others to follow him as he began trotting after the motorhome.
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Zarda bounded after Entaru, jumping after him he leapt playfully over the puddles from the recent rainfall.... he hadnt a care in the world, it was strange for while some would think of being of low intelligence as a curse, to him it was a gift.... while others pondered over thoughts and feelings he could prowl and hunt.... anyway, how could thoughts catch you a meal?...
catching up with Entaru he furrowed his brow in concnetration.. thinking... "we get... new car?" he looked pleased with the words he had managed to form, especially it seemed the word 'car'...
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Entaru looked over at Zarda and couldn't help but let out a short laugh. "Yes Zarda. If we can find a slower car that can hide our gift long enough to get close to the hunter's destination, then we'll have an easier time of catching meals." Entaru scanned the road ahead of him, looking for something close to that description.
Then he saw it.
A massive Hazmat truck. It's occupants destroyed long ago. All that was left was their truck and their suits.
"Perfect. Grab a suit you two, we've just found our vehicle."
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"suit?" Zarda looked from Entaru to the Hazmat truck.... he thought he was starting to understand all this 'car' business..... but now somthing called a suit?..... this was why thinking shouldnt be allowed... it hurt too much Zarda reasoned.... Running up to the hazmat truck Zarda put two paws up to its great armoured side...
"car" ...Zarda looked from Entaru to the Hazmar truck, proudly saying the word a few times....
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*White climbed into the back and looked at these "hazmat" suits that Entaru mentioned and put himself in one and placed the helmet on his head* "Feel... weird in here.." *He looked down at himself finding it somewhat difficult to move around and jumped out the back of the truck*
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"Yes, Zarda. It is a car. It's our car now." Entaru sounded like a mother encouraging her child. Zarda was learning, even if it was slowly. If Entaru could teach Zarda, then he could teach others of their kind.
Entaru looked over to White who was wearing one of the suits, in apparent distress at the suit's fit.. "White, help Zarda with his suit. They may not be the best for moving in but the hunters wont know its us until we're in grabbing distance."
Entaru put on a suit for himself. It was tight in the shoulders but otherwise it fit fine. Moving was a bit of an effort but he could manage. Entaru looked into the back of the truck. There was a fair amount of space inside. A lot of space. Enough to fit at least fifty of their lesser kind.
Then a burnt out lightbulb suddenly lit up in Entaru's head. He let out an ear piercing howl, alerting all the zombies in the area. Soon the horde came running. Entaru ushered and herded the horde into the back of the truck before closing the door.
"Now we'll have reinforcements..."
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Hearing the howel, Damon stood awake as Happy Jack and Capt. Hinshu relaxed for a little while, never keeping his gaze off the destroyed landscape.
"What are those blasted critters up to now? Probably getting another horde for some unlucky souls, God Bless them and watch over them" Damon said, finished by crossing himself and putting away his monoculars.
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"Uh? What?" still half asleep from a nap. "Hey" talking to Damon "Whats going on?"
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*White walked over to Zarda and pointed to a hazmat suit* "Put on this." *He held it up for him and looked up on the horde coming* "Friends" *He smiled*
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Zarda looked at the mazmat suit... he whimpered, scratching at his ear distractedly, before picking up the suit.... after giving it a good sniffing and experimenting with trying to put his arm into it, Zarda reasoned it would not eat him.... Slipping into the hazmat suit he growled incessently...
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"I know it isn't comfortable, Zarda, but it will help in the long run." Entaru locked the door to the back of the hazmat truck. The zombies inside wailed in displeasure at their predicament. Entaru banged on the side and yelled to the occupants. "Keep quiet in there! The more noise you make the less food we all get." The zombies quieted down inside. By the shuffling of their feet he could tell that they weren't happy being crammed together, but the promise of food had made them complacent.
Entaru hopped into the driver's seat of the truck and motioned for Zarda and White to hop in. "C,mon you two. Lets see if we can raid a refugee camp." Entaru turned the ignition and the truck came to life. Its noise drowned out the occasional moan that came from the back.
This time there wouldn't be any screw-ups.
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Zarda jumped in beside Entaru, still growling slightly at the hazmat suit.... he much prefered his nice hoodie... it made him feel safer...
"where go now?"
he looked over to Entaru, wondering where he planned on going.... this plan seemed to complicated for Zarda... too many suits and cars...
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"Same place as last time, just slower. I got excited last time and got too close. Now we're going to stay back and try to keep out of visual contact." Entaru waited for White to hop in and got the truck moving. They were moving at a decent click down the road. Entaru steered carefully around the cars, careful not to knick or scrape the truck. He didn't want to attract any attention.
To anyone outside the truck, it seemed to simply be a government vehicle carrying its crew. If someone were to hear the zombies in the back then the only thought that would pass a survivor's mind would be quarantine. The truck and it's occupants were simply seeking a refuge.
They would be right on the last part, but not for the same reason.
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"Hey fellows, since when did the Government do anything anymore?" Asked Damon as he spotted a hazmat truck in the distance.
"Dunno they could've been hiding underground and now are finally taking control of the situation' responded Happy Jack
"That's bull, they left my boys in Alpha platoon to die... but if it is the government, I Guess they must be helpoing us somehow"
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*white jumped in the truck* "Do this!" *He tried to be excited about the task at hand, but at the same time showed some hesitation because being with too many normal zombies could cause death in several occasions*
"Plan..good?" *He looked at Entaru somewhat worried about the zombies in the back of the truck, because of the probability of some of them being loose cannons even with some command from hierarchy zombies*
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Blaire still oddly asleep twitched as she woke up. "chrono?" she asked confused
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Chrono started to calm down and noticed, that Kayleena was not driving at all. "I thought you were at the wheel..." Chrono looked at the steering wheel and noticed that it had a parking bar across it, keeping it from turning on the road. "How long has that been there?"
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"Yes it is. The ones in the back are redshirts...cannon fodder if you will. If we run into any heavy resistance, we let them loose. There's around 60 to 70 of them crammed back there, all of which have to be shot in the head to be brought down. I figure they'll take out the most of the smaller targets while we focus on the ones with experience." Entaru explained to White, not taking his eyes from the road. "The only problem I can see with this plan is us. If the living talk to us then we're screwed. Let's hope the refugee camp doesn't realize we know how to drive yet"
If he had a tongue then there was a small chance that that problem wouldn't happen, but unfortunately he didn't have a tongue or the knowledge to use it properly. Entaru squinted as he saw the motorhome come into view. He put his foot gently on the brake and slowed down to where he could barely see the top. I'm not letting that happen again...
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*A cold tinge went up White's spine as he remembered what transpired last time* "Hope Entaru know..what he doing." *He seemed to shrink down in his seat frightened by the situation, but excited because of the possible meals to be had*
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Zarda sat watching White curiously, he seemed oblivious to the plan, simply following the others for lack of mental capacity to think of leaving them. He scratched at the mask of the suit, whining...
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replying to Damon's question. "They did the same thing to me. First they order us to keep the infected at a minimum level, then open fire on civilians, then we received no orders after that, as if though they expected us to die."
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Shiro and Sanko sat on their bikes, still trying to find some sort of human nearby. What they saw was a jalopy of a hazmat truck, skidding around with a guy in a hazmat suit.
"Hmmm..."
"Governement?"
"Maybe, but why come out here? With no backup? and only one truck?"
"Wait" Shiro pointed. "Isn't that Happy Jack's trailer?"
"Hmmm..."
"Let's wait up here. See what happens. You got your binocs?"
"Yeah."
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Zarda put two paws up against the blacked out glass of the hazmat truck, looking out he watched wrecked cars roll slowly by as ENtaru drove along the road calmly and precisely... he looked over at Entaru, taking in every feature of him...
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Narrator: Ok Zarda I ain't gonna lie, thats just plain creepy, sizing up another zombie like that, it violates all manner of being!
Story Writers :*whisper whisper whisper*
Narrator: WHAT!? Zombies are exempt from that rule!? ugh fine.... I quit then!
(the rule is no fraternizing with co-workers, or looking like you are gonna)
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Entaru glanced over at Zarda, keeping his eyes on the road and the motorhome at the same time. "Something the matter Zarda?"
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((Gab! EEEW! :o ))
Zarda shook his head, still scratching at the face mask of the hazmat suit... despite having had the plan explained several times he still did not like this... 'suit'.... nor all thins driving in 'cars'... the sooner they got to eat, the better he could stop thinking so much...
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*White looked among the two and did what appeared to be his best attempt at a zombie shrug raised his shoulders up and down finding it somewhat difficult to perform such a simple task* "Grr.."
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Please remove this post till I O.K. your character sheet
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The R.V. Kept a-rolling, until Damon shouted Land ho!
Which was completely redundant cause they were surrounded by land but they finally found a Refugee camp!
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"We are here?" looking around and noticed the heavy fortified refugee camp
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Up ahead at the camp John walked out of a tent eating a bag of Jelly beans. "Bah, I hate meetings, their so-Ooh! A blue one!" he said as he was about to eat a Jelly bean. He popped the Jelly bean into his mouth and chewed it, making sounds of satisfaction. "You sound pleased," said Clyde over the radio. "Get a blue one?" "You know it, brother!" replied John with glee. He turned to Clyde who was up in a tower with his rifle scanning the horizon. "How you doin' up there, buddy?" asked John through his radio. "Oh I'm great, though my- Hey, whats that?" said Clyde suddenly. "Huh? What is it?!" asked John. "We've got company, a truck is approaching," replied Clyde looking at the truck in the distance with his scope.
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Shiro looked over at Sanko.
"I don't believe that that is a real HAZMAT truck. I saw one of them run up into the back of the truck a little while back when we first spotted it."
"You mean he, or it, was running faster than that truck?"
"Yeah"
"Well, maybe we should go over to that stronghold over there, and try and radio the HAZMAT truck..."
"Good idea" Shiro said as he revved his motor.
Sanko went to her radio.
"This is Biker 2 calling HAZMAT. I repeat, this is Specialist Sanko... Is there anyone in that truck?"
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"Do you think that we should send them a signal, or something? You know, letting them know that we are not dead?"
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The radio of the hazmat truck crackled to life, startling Entaru.
~This is Biker 2 calling HAZMAT. I repeat, this is Specialist Sanko... Is there anyone in that truck?~
Entaru looked at the radio, realizing that none of them could answer without giving away their secret. Entaru looked outside of the truck trying to find said Bikers. After a bit of searching Entaru saw the pair in the distance. He had to think fast. Something to fool them, if only briefly. They were so close to their goal that he could taste the flesh in his mouth.
Then an idea struck him. Entaru leaned out the window and gestured to the bikers that they could hear them. Using more gestures he also showed that they had no way of responding and ended it off with a friendly wave at the two. Entaru prayed to The Hunger that they would be fooled. Entaru looked back at the road and watched the camp slowly rise over the horizon.
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Zarda watched Entaru waving and gesturing out of the truck window, confused he cocked his head slightly....
"what Entaru doing?"
looking from Entaru to the crackling radio Zarda puzzled over the situation... somthing about the noise coming from the... car... was making Entaru act strange... he shrugged, intelligence seemed to lead to odd situations...
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Entaru looked over at Zarda at the question. "Sorry Zarda, just trying to stay as hidden as possible. Let's just hope they bought my act."
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"I recognize the place, Last stop shopping for Saving, as it's called in some circles, and they respond to only one thing" Said Damon, trailing off, he kicked the roof to the Hatch open and flew up an American Flag.
The sentries recognized the flag and immediately let them through, everyone was wearing a gasmask or a SARS mask,
"So it's true... you came from a place where Gasmasks are law..." Said Happy Jack.
"Only outside the compound"
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Sanko wasn't fooled.
"If their radio wasn't working, then it wouldn't have gotten to them. Yet he didn't call us, they just waved. Something isn't right."
"So they aren't human?"
"My guess? No."
He clicked his AK76 Carbine.
"Ok, then they don't deserve to live."
"Let me call that refugee camp..."
*This is Specialist Sanko from the USMC. Be advised, the security of that HAZMAT Truck may have been compromised. Be advised. You have Biker 1 and 2 on standby and watching you're position.*
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Zarda whined in pain, he could control hunger for a time.... but even he was starting to feel the griping steel grip of starvation and blood lust.... panting he watched Entaru steering the truck... only a little longer... then... hunt....
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Having heard Sanko over the radio John looked up at Clyde eating some Jelly beans. "Hear that buddy?" "Yeah, I'll keep an eye on it," said Clyde, looking at the HAZMAT truck through his scope. John looked at the truck that had entered the camp and began walking over to it, still eating some Jelly beans.
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*White kind of wriggled around sweating with impatience* "I really want kill.."
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"So we have to were gas mask?" ransacking his bag for it.
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"Yea, otherwise they'd shoot you on sight, either a gasmask or a SARS Mask"
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with a surprised look on his face "That strict uh?" ransacking his bag quickly "Ha! Found it" and puts it on.
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"Hey Damon! Do they make trades?"
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"Why do you think we're here Captain... We're merchants and willing to trade crap for other crap" Said Happy Jack, putting on his SARS mask.
Damon stepped out of the truck and noticed a soldier with jelly beans approaching.
"Top of tha morning to ya, The name's Damon."
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Entaru pulled the truck up behind the motorhome as they entered the compound. Entaru turned to his companions. "Don't say anything. Just be prepared to fight when I let our cargo loose." Entaru hopped out of the truck, motor still running and looked at the hunters and the approaching soliders. as he leaned on the back of the truck.
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*White could but only nod at the mark as he sweated in his suit, the bloodlust had taken him fiercely and he was doing all he could in free will to withhold the immense amount of longing for a kill, if one false mood to strike his attention was made, surely White would attack without warning* "Bad... bad..bad."
*The only words that kept repeating in his mind as he seemed to be struggling with himself*
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"Greetings, Damon,I'm John," Clyde looked at the two guys in Hazmat suits get out, he noticed they didn't walk towards them. "John, something ain't right about that Hazmat truck...I got that feeiling..." said Clyde over the radio. Two soldiers were already approaching the back of the truck, when they got there one looked at Entaru and White. "Wha'cha got in the back?" John pointed at the Hazmat truck. "Friends of yours?" "John, get those two away from that truck, I don't feel right about it," Clyde said over the radio. John looked over at the two soldiers near the truck. "Hey, get away from that thing!" barked John.
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"Ok, lets go in and back them up." Shiro said turning off the safety."
"KK, those guys just stopped and are sitting there." Sanko pulled out her Uzi.
They revved up and flanked the truck from behind. Then they pulled out a huge hunk of smelling meat and attatched it to the bikes. Shiro fired into the lock in the back, and they got ready to drive off with the meat as a deterrent.
"Thank god we move faster than they do."
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The two soldiers behind the truck jumped at the sudden shots and turned around pointing their M4s at the two bikers. "What the hell?!" one of them barked as they positioned themselves between the back of the truck and the bikers. "John get them outta there!" shouted Clyde over the radio. John started to walk quickly over to them, on the opposite side of the truck as Entaru and White. "Get back here now!" demanded John. The two soldiers looked back and forth at John and the bikers. "Sir?" asked one of the soldiers.
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Capt. pulled out his Desert Eagle aiming at the one closest to the Hazmat truck. "Something is not right. Hey what is your business here?!" yelling at them while keeping his distance.
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Arrant emerged from a bush, sniffing the air slowly. "I smell...flesh..." he said quietly, looking around at his surroundings. He had no idea where he was, he'd been stalking a small child but had lost him. He whined softly as he looked around slowly at the alien area. "Where did it go... Ah well, I'd better start looking around, I'm dead hungry..."
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Entaru turned and looked at Hinshu and gestured with his hands "We're here to get food". Entaru turned and walked to the back of the truck non-chalantly, as if he was another merchant just going into his stores for a trade. Entaru glared at the bikers that had fired on his truck and began undoing the other latches behind the two soldiers. As he was about to unlatch the final lock, Entaru removed his helmet and, unlatching the lock at the same time, bit through one of the nameless solider's neck.
"FEEDIN' TIME!!!!" Entaru screeched as a massive horde of zombies ran out of the truck and into the compound. The first ones out tackled the other guard and ripped him to tiny giblets. ((lol gibbed)) The rest made for random targets. The meat on the bike was unnoticed. It might've worked if there had been nothing else to eat, but zombies always prefer a meal that screams.
Entaru threw the dead soldier to the ground and turned to the group of hunters. Entaru glared at Damon, put him on the bit, and rushed for him, ripping off his Hazmat suit as he ran.
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John heard the screams of the soldiers as he got closer and stopped. He then heard Clyde oppening fire "John get the hell outta there now!!" Clyde screamed through his radio. John drew an M9 and skipped backwards quickly pointing it ahead of himself. "What is it?! What's happening?!" yelled John over the radio. "It was a trap, that thing was filled with zombies!" replied Clyde over the radio. John dropped his bag of Jelly beans and put both hands on his M9 and he kept walking backwards. A few zombies came from behind the truck and John shot his entire clip at them, out of the three there two fell. John discharged the clip from his gun and reached for another as the Zombie approached. He loaded it in and cocked it, he then pointed it at the zombie who was close enough to smack the gun away; it did. John drew his knife and took a step back and bounced up and down in a fighting stance. "Clyde, little help here?" A moment later a bullet ripped through the zombie. "Thanks, brother," said John over the radio dashing for his M9. "Anytime," replied Clyde reloading his rifle. John picked up M9 and started to run towards a tent. "Cover me, I'm going for my rifle!" radioed John. Clyde focused his field of view over John as he ran.
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"Every frickin time we get to this town Damon..."
"I know shut up"
Apparently this town was frequently attacked, and the nameless soldiers rallied in short order and began to fight back at the zombies, the initial surprise overcome.
Damon saw Entaru and walked inside the RV and came out with his handy dandy baseball bat.
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Hinshu ran backwards as he shoot couple of zombies in the head. "f**k F**K F**K" Hinshu looked around really quick and headed towards a building and jumps into a window. "Arg....Well, Hello" He was in the weapons armory. He picked up a AK-47, a machete, another desert eagle, and tonfas. "Ok I am good." as he was about to walk out of the door he noticed a table with a rag. Hinshu throw off the rag, and smiled liked it was Christmas. Moments later Hinshu kicked opened the door and dragged the table carrying the mini Gatling Gun "Every one, find cover!" and started up the Gat.
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Arrant wandered into the town, hearing gunfire in the distance. "Mweheheh... I guess I can get a meal tonight after all... It's an apocalypse miracle..." He climbed a fire-escape to the roof, and ran across to the other side of town, sprinting quickly as his crave for human flesh amplified, making him drool slightly as he flew across the rooftops, jumping down near a small area where he watched a zombie attack. Grinning viciously, he shouted to the zombies. "I hope you could use some help, because I could use some food." With that, he jumped down and looked around for prey.
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Hinshu wiped out half of the intruders, but the other half is in hiding or somewhere out of range. Looking at the barrel of the Gatling, it began to become red hot "D**N IT!" Moving the Gatling away he head out searching for other. Couple of the zombies came out late and tried to ambushed Hinshu, quickly and swiftly he pulled out the tonfas and spun them around, catching one attention as the other came after him. He did a downward strike, crushing the skull of one of them, and dashed up to the other one and spun on of the tonfa up cracking the other zombie in the jaw. After it hit the ground he pulled out one of the desert eagles and shot a round in his head. Looking around to see if there was any more. He pulled out the AK-47 "Enough messing around gotta find the others"
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(Since when does a military man know how to use an ancient weapon with such grace and skill)
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(didn't I post that I was good at mixed martial art? I don't think SWAT is part of the military, is it?)
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Shiro and sanko let loose hails of bullets from their automatics into the brunt of the zombies pouring out of the back of the truck.
"Guess you're brilliant plan failed, eh Sanko?"
"Oh Shut up bro, you're falling behind in the killing."
When they had dealt with them, they pulled out melee weapons and herded the remaining zombies, cutting them to pieces.
"LAST REGULAR!! GET THE MORE ADVANCED ONES!"
The siblings got off of their bikes, and got up and personal with the zombies, joining the ranks of nameless soldiers, taking up the command of the ragtag group. Their charisma won out, and rallied them into one force that took out most of the zombies.
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Arrant climbed inside a window, looking around for soldier. Finding none, he went to the next floor. He spotted two soldiers, picking off zombies from windows. He snuck up behind one, twisting its neck as he threw it at the next soldier, leaping on him as he was disoriented. He immediatly set to work on the living one, eating him alive, savoring his screams of pain with ghoulish delight. ((Isn't that a fun phrase, ghoulish delight?)) When the soldier's screams died away, he set to work on the already dead one. "I have to thank you. I was starting to think I'd have to live off of zombies..." He chuckled darkly, feasting happily before turning and leaving the building slowly, jumping from the fire escape to that of the nearby building, climbing up until he reached the rooftop, where he again started running.
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Sanko saw the zombie run across the roof, and got a few potshots in, before calling for the other soldiers she had found to start fighting strategically.
"Those ones! Forward! You wanna be zombie meat? Take that one out!"
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Arrant heard shots after him, and sprinted faster, grinning viciously. "Maybe I can cause a little more trouble. Let me see if I can find a few cornered soldiers to attack..." He leaped off the building, and looked around for soldiers, hoping to find more prey.
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John made it into the tent, it was the armory. He was alone as he went over to a rack and grabbed his FN2000. "John, hurry up, we're winning this fight, I don't want to take all the fun!" said Clyde over the radio. "Yeah yeah, I'm comming just need some ammo," replied John as he walked over to a steel cabinet and opened it. He looked around for some bullets, leaning his rifle over his shoulder. "Where the hell are my rounds?" asked John over the radio. "Top left," replied Clyde. John looked up and saw a stack of magazines for his rifle. "Ahah!" he said happily as he reached up and grabbed them. He popped one in the gun and pulled back the bolt action cocking it. After that he stuck the rest in various pockets on his person.
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Entaru stopped his dash as he saw much of his force fall in a hail of bullets. His fight with the hunter would have to wait. Entaru turned and scrambled to the top of the Hazmat truck. He scanned the battlefield below as his horde was getting pummeled. He thought that these would be enough, but apparently more were needed.
Good thing the gate was still open...
Entaru howled at the top of his lungs, calling all zombies in the area to converge on the position. His call was echoed by those below and those without. If it weren't for the gunfire, everyone would hear the sound of hundreds of feet racing for the camp. Entaru leapt from his perch onto a soldier with an assault rifle and bit into his skull. The soldier's hand seized up as the teeth crushed his brain, causing him to fire the gun as he flailed about. A few soldiers dropped as the bullets hit them as well as one or two zombies who were unlucky enough to get hit in the head.
Entaru ripped off the soldier's arm and threw him into the group the biker's had assembled. Entaru turned his attention to another soldier and, using the arm like a baseball bat, smashed the soldier across the kneecaps leaving him disabled and ready for feasting. Leaving the hobbled soldier to be torn to shreds, he made his way to the gate to keep it from being closed.
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Zarda leapt from building to buidling, a swift dark shadow that pounced on the occasional unfortunate soldier before leaping on just as fast... eyes bright amber and searching he followed behind Entaru, keeping to the shadows and darkness...
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Finally at the gate, Entaru turns to face the living who would try to stop his plan. A few select soldiers ran to the gate in hopes to block the tide of monsters making their way to their doorstep. Entaru grabbed one as he went by and, bending him backward over his knee, snapped his spine.
Throwing the lifeless body into the fray, he put his fist through another's chest grabbing the soldier behind him. Ripping the impaled soldier off of his arm he bit into the other's shoulder, ripping out tendons and nearly severing the arm. Entaru dropped the bleeding soldier to the ground.
Now the rumbling of the zombie stampede could be heard. Entaru began cackling madly as waves of zombies rushed past him and into the battle.
As wave after wave piled past Entaru, he felt a moment of clarity. This was their world now, the living destroyed it and now it was theirs.
The Hunger commanded it so...
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A dark form leapt upon the bleeding soldier Entaru dropped, Zarda tore at the corpses throat, better to let someone stronger do the killing... easier that way... looking up at Entaru amongst the stampede of infected he grinned, blood trickling between his sharp white teeth, at odds with the general decomposing air around the infected...
Dropping the soldier Zarda licked his lips, still watching Entaru, as a dog waits its owners whistled command...
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Entaru looked down at the blood covered Zarda with a smile. As soldier after soldier dropped under the wave of moaning flesh and claws he noticed that something was picking them off, albeit slowly. Entaru looked up to where the smoke trails were originating from.
There was a sniper in the watchtower...
Still smiling Entaru turned back to Zarda. "Do you see that soldier up there Zarda. I can't reach him fast enough. Would you be so kind as to remove him for me, he's spoiling all of our friend's fun."
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"THERE! THEY ARE BREACHING!"
Shiro pulled out a little switch out of his pocket.
*Those two bikes are gonna give them a big surprise. Lucky they are by the door*
He flipped the switch.
"GET DOWN!"
BOOOOHOOOOAAAHAHAHHHHHhh
Shiro's bike exploded into a massive fireball, scorching the zombie hoard as they funneled into the doorway.
"OK! EVERYONE TO HIGHER GROUND! GRENADE THE SURVIVING SUCKERS!!!"
His troops moved back, some throwing their grenades taking out zombies with accuracy.
Sanko had her range rifle out, and noticed the big zombie that had ripped into Shiro's group talking with another zombie.
"He looks to be a leader. Better just disable him..."
She squeezed the trigger, and a bullet with about 5 mm of paralyzing solution hit Entaru in the head, going through and sending the paralyzing agent into a central system of the brain.
"3... 2... 1..."
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Zarda looked up to the watchtower, cocking his head in interest he looked back from Entaru to the sniper... he nodded, a smile forming on his blood stained lips... snarling he leapt inhumanly from the ground to the balcony of a nearby building, and from there to a chimney stack... crouching his amber eyes flashed, readying for the final pounce, licking his bloody fangs his hind legs tensed, his hood still casting his face in shadow...
snarling Zarda leapt the twenty metres from the chimney to the tower, the sniper was too busy firing his rifle by the time he turned it was too late, Zarda had lready pinned him brutally to the other side of the tower, rending the sniper with repeated slashes in a frenzy....
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John heard screams and struggling over the radio. "Clyde?! Clyde! Answer me!!" shouted John racing to the exit of the tent. He got to the exit and looked up at the tower, only seeing Zarda barely clawing at something. "Hold on, brother! I'm commin'!" Clyde held Zarda back far enough to get bitten with one arm as he reached for his M9 on his waist. He managed to get his hands around the butt and finger on the trigger and squeezed off a few rounds; one managed to strike Zarda in the leg. John was climbing on a telephone pole, getting high enough to see Zarda ontop of Clyde. He braced himself as best he could and lined up a shot. He knew he would only be able to squeeze off one round before the recoil of his rifle would knock him off so he had to make it count. John straightened the scope and lined it with Zarda. "Die bastard!" roared John as he squeezed off the round.
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Zarda continued to maul Clyde, blood and spittle mixing as he attemtped to reach for the neck, bite down on the entrancing pulse of his jugular... soooo fresh... Clyde managed to squeeze off a few shots, even those that connected did little to nothing, Zarda had learnt that he healed small wounds quickly.....
Rearing up for the final lunge Zarda struck down, claws and fangs bared ready for the strike!
but just as he got hold of Clyde, withing scant inches of his neck a bullet that had been meant for his head struck Zarda in the left shoulder, nocked back off the tower he fell into the dark shadows of an alley, leaving a blood spattered clyde to get back to his feet swearing..
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The recoil from the shot knocked John off the pole; as he fell he managed to grab one of the foot holds. He dropped his rifle as he swayed from the foot hold, cutting his side in the process. Clyde got to his feet and wiped the blood from his face. "Thanks, John I owe ya..." said Clyde over the radio as he turned around. He saw John dangling from the pole and rushed over to the rail. "John!" he shouted. John looked down to the ground, he was a good thirty feet up hanging on for his life. "Hold on, John I'm comming!" shouted Clyde rushing to the ladder of the tower. He started to climb down it when John spoke. "Clyde...I don't think I'm going to make it outta this on-" "Shut up! Your going to make it, hold on!" interupted Clyde as he jumped from the ladder about ten feet to the ground. He stumbled as he ran towards John, but a stampeding horde prevented him from getting to him by forcing him back. Clyde shot the horde desprately trying to get to John as he was being pushed back by the unrelenting horde.
"Promise me you'll take care of my boys..." said John over the radio as he clenched his side that was cut. "Don't say that! I'll get you outta this! I always do!" blurted out Clyde over the radio. The foot hold John was hanging to began to whine under the pressure. Clyde had to retreat to reload, he ran into a nearby storefront and tipped over a bunch of racks to baracade the door as he ran to the back room and up a flight of stairs to the roof. He closed the door and latched it with a metal bar. He ran to the ledge and looked at John as he held on for his life above several zombies who were dancing around the pole trying to catch his dripping blood like children in the rain.
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Running to the main gate, Damon kicked it closed, slicing a few more zombies in half in the process and smashed the controls with his bat.
Zombie after zombie was brained by his bat, and soon it went from a dull gray to a lush pink.
Reaching to his belt he unlatched a grenade and threw it center mass, blowing some zombies up, and mercy killing their wounded victims before they changed.
"Ok guess this isn't New Hope Colony, no New Hope Colony trooper would die this easily" he said as he swore under his breath
"They copied their gasmask and SARS mask law too..." Happy jack Locked the door to his RV, and pulled in reverse splattering zombies, and was surprised out of his mind when John fell on the roof. Normally he would be collecting supplies, but then that would be desecrating the dead
and there were too many zombies too.
Damon reached down and grabbed a soldier's M4 Rifle and took a couple potshots at Entaru.
"Come on ugly, just you and me!"
(next camp please dont kill I kinda wanted some character backstory in here, but then you attacked so it'll be in there)
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John crawled across the roof of the RV and opened the skylight and fell in. "John! Are you alright?!" asked Clyde over the radio. He turned and noticed the door rattling with moans on the other side. "Uh...Now that your safe, how about giving me a hand?" John managed to get himself leaned up against the wall as he clenched his side. "Drive this thing over to my friend...he's on the roof over there..." he said to the driver. Clyde reloaded his M9 with one of the two clips he had left and pointed it at the door, looking behind him occasionaly to watch the RV.
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(Don't worry gab I won't.)
As the bullets ripped through Entaru's arm he screeched in pain. He turned to see the hunter beckoning him to fight. Suddenly Entaru felt drowsy as something slammed into his head. He felt his body stiffening and bowing backwards (like a reaction to tetnus). Entaru was howling in agony as the paralytic flowed through his veins. Entaru saw his vision getting dark as he hit the ground.
Then suddenly...it stopped.
Entaru stood back up, flabbergasting the one who fired the paralyzer, and faced Damon. He picked up the severed arm and responded to the taunt.
"We'll see who's ugly, you stinking meatsack" Entaru swung the arm like a baseball bat as he rushed to confront the hunter.
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Damon ducked under the severed arm (ew by the way)
Dropping the rifle and drawing his combat knife, he resorted to the odd technique of a one handed baseball bat and knife style of fighting
Known as Damoning, his own invention he spread over the internet.
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Entaru huffed as he saw Damon pull out the knife. Entaru got his jaw ready and swung the arm again, this time an uppercut.
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*White sprung out of his suit like it was paper and had spiky metal blades coming out of his body all over his arms and legs then proceeded to puke up some blades for him to use* "All...gonna...DIE." *He ran into the entourage of bullets not the least bit worried about the possibility of dying and slashes through the living in extreme hunger for blood*
"RROOOOOOAAAARRRR!!" *He yelled fiercely at the living and gobbles up all kinds of gore around him and ripped at whatever food he could find, all sense of organization lost in his bloodlust*
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Sidestepping the upper cut, he motioned towards the crazy knifed monster
"Uhh Giant zombie thing... is that normal?" He asked genuinely.
(that means answer genuinely, dont try to eat cause White wolf has gone awesome)
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"Everyone to the RV! Move! Lets get out of here alive!!"
The survivors had cleared a path, and were holding up. Protecting the RV. Sanko and Shiro were side by side mowing down the zombies.
"Did you see that? That was a genuine Headshot and he got up after it! Not fair!" Sanko screamed as she pumped a zombie's head full of lead.
"Heh, don't believe everything you see in Video games."
Shiro turned.
"LETS GET OUT OF HERE!!!"
"WAIT! THere is another survivor. We need a distraction."
Sanko stopped.
"Shiro, you can lead these men, and I still have my bike."
"Sis? NO!"
But Sanko had run off. Grabbing up a megaphone, she blared out at the zombies.
"COME AND GET ME SUCKKAS!!!"
She jumped on her bike and ran smack dab through the middle of them.
*Dam it sanko* shiro said as he motioned for everyone to evacuate
*One of these days she is gonna get killed*
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John started to lose consciousness as he saw people getting into the RV. He was still waving his gun around, trying to get someone to go for Clyde. His legs were trembling after the fall he had taken; he was barely standing, leaning all his weight on the wall inside the RV.
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Arrant looked around hungrily. Spotting a few isolated soldiers getting attacked, he charged in. He grabbed one unprepared soldier by the head, twisting sharply, eliminating the soldier. As the next one shot at him, he ran up and slapped the gun to the side, throwing him at the next soldier, leaping on the last one as the zombies attacked the others. He grabbed two corpses by the neck and snarled at the other zombies threateningly, challenging them. When none drew nearer, he pulled them in the nearby building and feasted, grinning viciously at yet another successful killing. "Delicious... At this rate I will never starve again..."
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Capt. Hinshu decided to take a birds eye view. He climed up on the roofs of the refugee. Up there he could see the massacre that has happend the past 30min. He could see the remaining survivors head towards the RV. What Hinshu also saw was Damon fighting two zombies on his own. Hinshu looked around, and saw a railing that heads down to the ground. He took part of the metal casing of a air cooling duct and slid down the rail. At the end of the rail he jumped high as he can, the only thing he could do was try to aim at one of the zombie.
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Shiro pushed the last of the surviving soldiers into the RV. He noticed one more on the ground leaning over his buddy. Shiro charged over, capping a foolish zombie in the head, and picked up John.
"He has been bitten. He is not coming out of this alive."
He threw John on his shoulder and dragged him over and put him in the RV.
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Arrant ran down the street, finding soldiers getting inside an RV. He snuck over to and under it, crawling over to the back where he silently climbed to the top. "I doubt you'll get out of this that easily..." He made sure nobody saw him when he climbed the vehicle, and flattened himself against the top.
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^_^ <--Entaru's face at the question as he nods.
"His first rage...I'm so proud of him." Entaru's face went grim again as he focused on the task at hand. "But pride can wait...The Hunger demands more flesh!" Entaru swung about into a roundhouse kick.
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Capt. tried to aim his feet towards the one that is doing the roadhouse kick. Please land Please land (this is the face I am making--> >_<)
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Entaru stopped his kick mid-swing as he saw Hinshu slam into the ground next to him.
:? *sweatdrop* "Uhhhh..."
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Zarda whined in the dark corner of an alleyway.... he was a coward... no point in denying it, he who ran away lived to bite another day.... he licked at the wound in his left shoulder again, it was not painfull, but the limb was stiffer than usual... saliva dripped like that of a rabid dog from his jaws as he lapped at the gouge in his flesh, already the wound was starting to heal up, somthing Zarda had learnt after almost having an arm torn off, only to have the terrible wound repaired after merely a few days... smiling to himself he hummed raspily under his breath...
"ring a ring a roses.... a pocket full... of posies... a tissue... a tissue.... all... fall...down...."
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Shiro pushed the last of the surviving soldiers into the RV. He noticed one more on the ground leaning over his buddy. Shiro charged over, capping a foolish zombie in the head, and picked up John.
"He has been bitten. He is not coming out of this alive."
He threw John on his shoulder and dragged him over and put him in the RV.
Unfortunately Shrio is forgetting people
if he leaves now People will die
and those people are Damon and the good Captain Hinshu
possibly Clyde as well.
Damon feints with the bat as he throws the knife at another zombie, picking up the wounded Captain and placing him on his back.
"And now... it's a fair fight" he said, now handicapped by the Captain on his back.
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Entaru shakes away his confusion and grins madly at Damon. Smashing another soldier across the face with the severed arm, he sweeps Damons legs with a swift kick. Entaru knows how hard it is to move when you're carrying a body, let alone jump.
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Knowing he can't really jump he uses the bat to at least lessen the blow to his legs, at least not before a couple zombies landed on Entaru, making him and Damon equal in stumbling while carrying people
"Come on PUT UP YOUR DUKES FIEND!"
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after being picked up by Gabag Capt. forcefully got himself off. Landed hard on his back Omph Quickly getting up from the ground pulling out his tonfa. "I am fine! Just a little rough landing that is all. Thought I could come in with a nice pun, like 'Just dropping' or something like that"
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(dude your on my back right now)
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(really I thought your were talking about Clyde.....dang gotta make a few adjustments then...)
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Lets out a sickly howl, calling zombies to the top of the truck. Grinning viciously, he again flattens himself against the truck, staying hidden as he awaits more to help him with his plans.
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*White chewed on a skull making bone crunching noises on his treats and slowly the blades retreated from his arms and legs till they were gone* "Blood... good."
*He turned to Damon and Entaru and then upchucked a couple butterfly knives* "Help..come." *He flipped them around in a manner similar to nunchaku as he walked towards them*
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Hearing the howl, Gabag glanced and saw Arrant and fired at him
"Ey! Zombie on my roof!" Happy Jack yelled, seeing Arrant's silhouette on the roof. (dang gummit leave the R.V. alone for awhile i want backstory after this fight!)
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Shiro heard that.
"It's coming from behind us! On the RV!"
Several of the soldiers inside stabbed the roof with sharp poles, rending holes into whatever was up there.
Sanko saw Entaru beating the snot out of the other two, and grinned.
*Shiro always said i would die like this...*
she pulled out a long metal pole, sharpened at the end, and skewered Entaru to the ground, then circled around him, bashing other zombies with more poles that were sticking out of the back of the bike.
"YOU TWO!" she shouted at the two originally fighting Entaru. "GET OUT OF HERE! WE ARE LOST! WE MUST GET AS MANY PEOPLE OUT OF HERE AS WE CAN! I CAN DEAL WITH THIS GUY!"
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Looking around Capt. noticed a lot of things "Ok Damon, by the looks of it we have no chance of survival, the only thing I am more concerned about is, which one do you prefer, ugly staring at us, or ugly running towards us. Your pick
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Going back to back with the Captain in an overly dramatic and epic manner, Damon switched to his rendition of Solid Snake.
Whispering he said "I have a plan" to the Captain
but outloud he said
"Otacon. I got a problem, to disable the Nuke I need three keycards, but all I need is this one! unghhhh Metal Gear!" (play along hinshu, be Otacon for the luls!)
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Arrant hung on the side of the truck, silently, waiting for the soldiers to stop. Fools... he thought to himself, As soon as the zombies arrive I will finish the roof they're destroying... He grinned viciously, pulling himself over to the back of the RV where he hung, waiting for the soldiers to stop stabbing the roof.
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*White took the rendition of the blue spy for a moment as he raised his knife threatening to stab Damon*
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The Giant hand of Gms flicks Arrant off the RV "When Gm says get off the R.V., HE MEANS GET OFF THE R.V! For plot reasons it must live..."
"Hungh... METAL GEAR!" Damon shouted at White Wolf, getting his Solid Snake Bandanna he always carried.
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Thats the trick Snake... that keycard is actually of a Shape Metal Alloy.. it changes in different tempertures, Warm, Room temperture, and Cold (at least give me some type of clue on what to say! XD)
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(No you say this "Thats the trick Snake... that keycard is actually of a Shape Metal Alloy.. it changes in different tempertures, Warm, Room temperture, and Cold" Please edit it so it is so, CONFUSION IS OUR ONLY WEAPON NOW!)
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Arrant pulls himself up and wanders for more soldiers, seeing a soldier wearing a ridiculous bandanna. "SNAAAAAAAAKE!!" he howled out randomly, taking his shirt off.
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((This is getting out of hand))
Shiro, seeing the zombie rip his shirt off, Fills his body full of lead, blowing him off of the top of the RV.
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Capt. starts yelling as if though he we yelling in a ear peice "Snake? SNAKE?!? SNAKE!!!!!!"
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((This is getting out of hand))
Shiro, seeing the zombie rip his shirt off, Fills his body full of lead, blowing him off of the top of the RV.
(it is but confusion right now is our best weapon)
Damon grinned as he heard someone yell "SNAAAAAAAAAAAAKE" and rip off his shirt. His ridiculous bucket list plan was ACTUALLY working. He grabbed the Captain and started backing up towards the R.V.
"FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOX!" he yelled equally loud to Arrant
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Soon Capt. feels a tug, realizing it was time to go. Then full on sprint towards the RV.
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Arrant grabbed a nearby soldier corpse, shoving a rifle into the soldier's hand as he threw him at Gabag. "ALARM!!" he yelled at Gabag, grinning, his need for flesh bested by his joy to visit the old days.
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Shiro jumped on the RV, grabbing Capt. by the arm and swinging him into the 20 some troops (not including the heroes) hiding in the RV
"GET TO THA RV!! WE ARE GETTING THE H*** OUT OF DODGE!!"
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Opening his eyes wide, and hitting a button on the loudspeakers that played the "ALARM" Theme song, Damon sprinted in the R.V. and shut the door hard.
Once the pair was inside IT WAS TIME TO GET THE HECK OUTTA DODGE!
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A black pickup truck can be seen a distance from the town. Felix, at the driver's seat, looks through a pair of binoculars and sees the survivors in the RV.
"Think we should help them out?"
"Again?"
Jonas sat in the bed of the truck holding an assault rifle.
"We can give them some cover fire for their escape."
"Fine, but I swear if a zombie gets up on this bed, you better floor it."
Felix put the truck in drive and began to drive towards the RV.
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"DRIVE JACK DRIVE!!!"
Shiro stuck his gun out of the back, mowing down zombies that chased after them.
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"Fo...fox..." Arrant collapsed as he saw the soldiers loading into the RV, then crawled to it when nobody was looking and grabbed the back of it, holding onto it tightly, flattening himself against it to avoid detection before it took off.
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The R.V. Hit a bump, and Arrant fell off.
(For the last time, LEAVE THE R.V. ALONE FOR NOW!)
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"wow it is so crowed here." Standing up as most the survivors took the good spots.
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Felix drove the pickup so it was to the rear of the RV and on the left side. He beeped twice and motioned the peace sign to the RV's rear view mirror. Jonas in the back of the pickup fired at the zombies running after the two vehicles.
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Arrant picked himself up and wandered around town, looking for anyone who may be left 4 dead.
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"We aren't out of here yet" Shiro yelled.
"Wait... were is sanko?"
Sanko layed on the ground, a bite on her arm.
"Cough... cough... daam... i don't feel good... cough..."
She leant up, and several zombies were huddled around her.
"What are you looking at?"
The zombie pawed her, and she ripped her arm off. She didn't mean it, but it seemed like she was a little stronger than before.
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Arrant saw a small huddle of zombies and walked over, seeing a zombie's arm get ripped off. "What is this? A new zombie?"
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Capt. lifted the hatch to the roof of the RV. Aiming his AK-47 at the truck. "Answer Now! If you do not reply I will shoot."
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"We're not zombies!"
Jonas yelled from the back of the truck. Felix nodded at the Captain as well.
"Just here to help!"
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Sanko stood up.
"Woah... this is new."
She looked over at the huddle.
"Quit loooking at me."
The zombie turned his head away. Sanko grinned.
"Ok, all of you run over there."
The zombies ran over to the wall she was pointing at.
"Hunh..."
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John's eyes open, disregarding the pain he was in he sat up slightly, looking around the RV. "Cly...Clyde...Where...Where is he...." he muttered. Clyde sat ontop of the roof, looking at the RV as it drove off without him. "Clyde...Where are you?" John asked over the radio. "I'm fine, man, I'm in the back, you can't see me," replied Clyde. The door that was latched broke open and zombies charged at Clyde. He shot at them as he back to another side of the roof. John heard the gunshots over the radio as a few others heard them over everything else. "Clyde!...Clyde!!!" shouted John in his radio. John pointed his gun at the driver and shot twice, the two bullets missed and went through the windshield. "Go back...For him....NOW!" shouted John. Just then John began to choke on blood that was dribbling out his mouth as he clenched his side and fell back to the ground.
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Arrant heard gunfire and looked around, puzzled. Ignoring the shooting, knowing anything that's shooting is already being attacked and claimed by one or more zombies, and continued searching around for humans.
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Not wanting guns in his R.V. Again, Happy jack floored it back and crashed open the gate to the towr.
"Ya got 5 minutes, otherwise i'm outta here!"
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Capt. climbed down the hatch and into the RV "Ok we know the truck driver is huma....." Looking at John "Is He alright?"
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(Not human :P)
Felix turned the truck around to follow them, pulling up alongside the RV.
"How safe is it exactly to be in this town? I thought they were escaping for good reason."
Felix ignored Jonas' comment and kept the truck in drive, so he could leave quickly if he needed to.
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All that was left on the roof Clyde had been on waiting for a pickup were several dead zombies, a pistol smoking from the barrel and two empty clips. John squirmed in pain still clenching his side, assuming no one noticed he was bleeding all over the floor he grabbed a towel that was balled up against the wall near him. Mustering what strenght he could he pressed the towel against the gash in his side trying to stop the blood loss. It was no use, he collapsed again and passed out, the towel now absorbing the blood and turning a think red color.
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Sigh Capt. Pushed John back. "Com'on, you won't make it like this. You three come with me." pointing at three soldiers "Happy I would like your help as well." Pulling out his AK he pushed the door open and ran towards the Building yelling "CLYDE!" Hoping to get a answer.
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Entaru pulled the pole out of his foot and turned to Sanko. It had taken him too much time, she had already turned.
"Hello...friend. The Hunger welcomes you..." Entaru smiled as he began to circle the female. "Can you understand me? We should be speaking the same language now. I was planning to take your eyes before you could turn but I guess it can't be helped now. Enough chit-chat however, we need to find our companions. Speaking of which.." Entaru turned to Arrant "Who might you be?"
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"I am Arrant... I came here following a child, but found quite a few more delicious meals..." Arrant grinned sickly as he rubbed his stomach, then laughed. "On solo I'm a hunter, against groups I'm a slaughterer."
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"Yeah, i understand you. And you are right... the hunger does welcome me..."
She hummed, and then turned to the zombies who were standing obediently by the wall.
"I am guessing... that you are more sentient than these poor fools over here."
She motioned over, and the zombies crowded back. There was only maybe 8, but she felt like a mother, or a commander.
"You might be useful. Find me a gun... I am going to need one. My last one got totaled."
They scatterd, looking for stray weapons.
"You're the one that my brother skewerd back when you were chasing the RV weren't you? Looks like you are leading this party.
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(hey hey woah woah hey, First it was the zombies leaning to drive, now you want zombies with guns, for the life of the survivors i gotta say no, waay to many zombies per survivor number, no accuracy needed, just a wall of bullets.)
(And cause Cuddles is freaking out....)
Jack took out the medicial kit and began bandaging John's wound (how the heck did he cut himself anyways....)
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(Yeah Shiro, zombies and guns don't really mix. Maybe after this RP goes on a bit WE can fire them but not the grunts.)
"You are correct in assuming that. My name is Entaru." Entaru bowed as if he was about to start in a waltz. "You're welcome to join our little party if you wish." Entaru stood up straight once more and turned to Arrant. "You are welcome to join us too. After all, the more the merrier. There are two more of us, which I'm sure you've seen here or there. If you'll help me gather them we can continue the task that The Hunger has chosen for us." With that Entaru went to search for Zarda, who had disappeared in the confusion.
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(I wasn't bringing them for them to fire. I want Sanko to have one... she did just use one so it make sense. Basically they are grunts.))
((Oh, i posted that i would teach them... my bad.... i'll change that...))
Sanko nodded. Taking a rifle from one of the zombies, she discarded it.
She sat and collected her thoughts.
*Ok, you are a zombie now Sanko... what are you gonna do about it*
*You could kill everyone...*
*Ok, that sounds fun, but it is a little unlike me*
*But we could*
*Yes, but i would rather find out more.*
She looked up, and a zombie was playing with a rifle. Badly. She went over and took it from him, found it in working condition, and decided it was worthy.
"Good boy. Now all of you find others. We need them all."
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Zarda was still leaning on the wall of the alleyway, licking at his wound like a wild animal, the large hole had shrank and he could feel the use of his arm coming back... whining he continued to lap at the bloody mess, his savliva healing the wound at an astonashing rate.... footsteps drew near and he looked up suddenly, heis hoodie falling back from over his head, bright amber eyes searching... but it was only Entaru... standing up with some difficulty Zarda watched Entaru walked closer, occasionally lapping at his wound...
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Felix yawned and covered his mouth with the back of his right hand. He heard Jonas lean back in the bed of the truck. Felix looked at the fuel gauge on the dash, sighing in relief as it was on half.
It's lucky to have even that much nowadays, eh?
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Arrant glanced around casually, looking for any special zombies, not knowing who to look for. He walked into the nearby building and went to the second floor, climbing out onto the sill where he grabbed the roof and pulled himself up, and started walking, jumping from one rooftop to the next, searching for another special infected.
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*White got up and followed Entaru at a casual pace full of bulletholes on his arms after swinging them about for the majority of his rage sequence* "I no remember most..." *He struggled with something odd* "Recall..words?" *His speech seemed more clear, but he didn't notice*
"What do.. Entaru?"
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Shiro stood next to the door of the RV, and sighed.
"Ok... how many of you guys are left? 20? Good. We saved a bunch of people."
He looked out behind them, hoping that Sanko would come riding up behind them.
"God I really hope my sis is fully dead or fully allive... cause she can be a b**** when she is pissed."
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Capt. returned back, with 3 men, none of them was Clyde "I am sorry John we couldn't find him." looking remorse, he got in the truck and sat on the table
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John looked at Capt. and sighed still lieing on the ground. His wounds were bandaged but he still coudn't move from having lost too much blood. He just layed silently, with not even the strength to speak as he tought about Clyde. "Clyde...You didn't...Did you?"
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Felix reached to the passenger seat and grabbed a bottle of water, taking a drink from it. He picked up the radio.
Hey, if you guys in the RV can hear me, we shouldn't stay too much longer.
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"I am sorry John, we looked everywhere. But we couldn't find him. I am real sorry." didn't wanna say more, Hinshu went to the back of the RV.
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Sanko stood over a couple of minorly bitten humans that she had piled up in a corner.
"Wakey wakey... come on, you aren't completely dead yet..."
She looked back at the already risen that she had.
"If we are going to do this zombie invasion right, we need a larger force. Entaru was a fool to send forces headfirst into battle against a well prepared enemy. Plus the humans are crafty. We need to think this out more..."
She didn't think that the zombie would understand her plans, but she felt a little looser talking to a mindless shell. One of the soldiers on the ground began to stir. Sanko smiled...
"Well... my goal is to turn my brother into one of us. And i will eat anyone who gets in my way."
She added in her head *Entaru and the others are only the means to achieve the end... wait... didn't he something about friends?*
One of the zombies stirred more, and got up, a blank look in his eyes.
"You!" she said to one of her minions, "Watch after this batch... the Reaver is going to find Entaru and his band of merry mutant zombies."
*Well, Sanko... you are giving yourself names now? How cocky...* A bit of her human mind was left intact, and was still acting as a conscious.
This could become annoying.
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(i honestly thought Clyde went lone wolf and escaped already... wait for Cuddles)
The R.V. pulled backwards while signaling the truck to get outta there.
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((Clyde is not dead, he vanished. Please re read a few posts...))
John passed out again, after moaning in pain slighty and mumbling something barely audible. "Clyde..."
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((Edited mine))
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Felix cranked the wheel on the truck and followed the RV out of the town. Felix frowned.
"I don't think they found who they were looking for."
"Such is life nowadays."
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"Ah, good to see you're still with us Zarda. For a moment I was worried that the living had actually gotten you." Entaru turned to White as he approached with his question. "You don't remember what happened, White? You went berserk when the fight started. You let your hunger get the best of you."
Entaru shook his head as he spoke "It helped with the battle but you'll notice you have swiss cheese for arms now. You were lucky they were panicking, otherwise it might've been your head. You need to control the Gift that The Hunger has given you. If you don't then you'll be just like these ones." Entaru nudged one of the dead lesser zombies with his foot as he lead the two out of the alleyway.
Entaru stopped as he saw the ex-Biker approaching. "Is there something you need, greenhorn?" Entaru said, a bit of his past life coming through again.
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Arrant crouched on the corner of a large rooftop, looking across the town, when he heard Entaru, and looked down to see the small group of special zombies, and jumped down behind them, looking around warily.
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Capt. climbed out of the hatch on top of the RV. The moment he got outside, the wind hit his face. He didn't care, he wanted to get out of there. He pulled out a cigarette, and light it. He never felt so bad, not since the whole Z-Day started.
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Shiro saw the Captain go up onto the roof, and followed him.
"Tough times?"
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The R.V. made a stop to drop the unamed soldiers off at a random outpost. Then it continued on it's merry way.
"Ok we're gonna go to the New Hope Colony... be sure not to piss 'em off, they are VERY trigger happy..." said Damon, being a soldier there originally after the military operations went down the tubes.
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Felix continued driving behind the RV. His eyes caught zombies as they passed by, and the occasional one that looked like it had only been 'taken' recently.
I'm interested to meet these people. I haven't seen a group of survivors even this big since... too long ago.
Jonas yawned in the back of the truck and nodded off to sleep, despite the periodic bumps. The truck's bed had been fitted with a soft surface for just that purpose.
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Sanko looked miffed.
"Well, all manners aside, I was looking to help you guys. You did want us to stick together right?
She clicked her gun.
"Or we could become enemies again. But since we are both of the same... type... I guess we should be friends.
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Entaru's permagrin widened with delight. "Excellent, welcome to the group Miss...What is your name? And what, by the by, can you do? Aside from using the living's weapons."
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Sanko looked over at a couple of the mindless zombies hounding her.
"Well... it seems like lesser undead are... attracted... to me.
She motioned them to go away, and they did.
"Also, since i ripped off a zombie's arm the first moments i was turned, seems i am stronger than i was too. And the name is Sanko."
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Entaru nodded. "Good. Don't worry about the extra strength. We all have that..that is unless you can knock down walls or throw vehicles, which I doubt. My name, as you may already know, is Entaru." He bowed once more, a little more grandly than last time. Standing up he pointed to his comrades. "This delightful little fellow is Zarda. He's small but he's good at what he does." Entaru couldn't help but pat Zarda on the head as he said so. ((Sorry Kitt, I couldn't resist))
"This is White...he's only been one of us for a short time, but as you've already seen he's quite the fighter. Zarda and I turned him ourselves." Entaru noticed Arrant as he presented White and turned back to Sanko with a bit of a smile. "Why don't you three get aquainted while I talk, with our friend over here." Entaru left the three to chat and walked up to Arrant. "I noticed you took care of a few snipers for us earlier, perhaps you could join us too. After all, I've been able to catch more food since I gained the help of those two, so five of us would be able to feast on anything in our path. What do you say?"
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Shiro saw the Captain go up onto the roof, and followed him.
"Tough times?"
"Yea, I just feel real terrible for not finding Clyde." taking a long drag "I wish I could of find him" the RV went into a stop at some random outpost and the surviving soldiers got out. Capt. waved goodbye at them, hoping they would be safe in their new home. Capt. climbed down and heard "Ok we're gonna go to the New Hope Colony... be sure not to piss 'em off, they are VERY trigger happy...". It came from Damon. "Sigh. Can we go somewhere that doesn't seem to have some crazy rule? I mean first the gas mask, now trigger happy folks. You know someone that is very normal?"
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Arrant smiled at Entaru's offer. Feasting on anything in his path certainly appealed to him. "I'll gladly accept your offer. After all, 5 are better than 1. You'll find me pretty handy with causing bloodshed and anarchy." He crouched to the floor, grinning. "I suppose I'm welcome aboard, cap'n?"
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Sanko looked at her companions.
"Well. Exactly what is the goal of this unit? That part is kinda fuzzy. I can see that we eat the living, but are we going after anyone in particular?"
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"Very much so." Entaru nodded, still smiling. Hearing Sanko's question he turned back to her. "Our goal, Miss Sanko, is to exterminate the living. They had their chance to rule the world, now it's our turn. The Hunger demands it so."
His face was grimmer than usual as he explained. "The living used to be just like us, consuming everything in their path, but then they began to starve themselves because their consience told them they were doing the wrong thing." Entaru seemed to become frustrated, almost enraged by the thought as he continued. "Before what the living call Z-Day, they had almost succeeded in restoring this world. That is why The Hunger made us. To consume what the living had nearly killed but revived. That, Miss Sanko, is our goal."
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"No.. it cause hunger take.. no prisoners." *He looked confused at his response* "I like blood..." *He just sort of looked away trying not to attract attention and climbed on top of a lamp post looking around and inspecting his wounds* "Bullets hurt.. a lot." *He looked down at the newcomers somewhat untrusting*
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"Well... what do we do after we eat the living. Consume each other? And this Hunger... I cannot hear it. Or feel it."
Sanko shook her head. She was talking like a human. She needed to blend."Yet" She added
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Entaru broke from his seriousness and shrugged at White's comment. "Tomato, tomatoe." Entaru turned his attention back to Sanko. "I don't know what The Hunger plans to do with us afterwards, but that is it's choice. And as for feeling it...give it time. All of us feel it in one way or another."
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*White extended some blades out of his wrists and climbed down the lamp post and climbed a building wall* "View good up here." *He looked around sniffing in the air and feeling the wind against him as it went through the buildings* "Feel cool.. like being cool." *His muscles stopped tensing and he relaxed laying against the wall as if it were the ground itself* "Sound good Entaru."
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Sanko watched the one with the blades walk up the pole.
"I tend to stick to knives. Much more versitile. Plus if you are disarmed you don't need to worry about being crippled."
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"Oh, don't worry about that. They're detachable anyways." Entaru explained looking up at White. "Well I think we've earned a break for a while. White, come down from there. There are still plenty of bodies that haven't or wont get up. I don't think you want our lesser kin to get your share of the feast."
Entaru turned back to Sanko. "You hardly need my permission, but go ahead and find someone to dig in to. You're probably starting to get hungry anyways." With that, Entaru left to find himself a meal and possibly more eyes to add to his collection.
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"Hmm... okay." *White jumped down and the blades fell off* "I not too hungry.. some blood will be enough." *He looked around and then found a body just rotting off in the corner and went over lapping at the blood that was soon to be drying* "Type A.. okay kind. Rare I wish..for O."
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Sanko did feel hungry. Not alot, but a little. She went back to where her zombies were waiting for some of the less dead soldiers to rise. When she got there, she saw all of them, maybe 15, standing there waiting for her.
"This is going to be fun. Go get yourselves a meal. You desearve it. Travel in packs of 5. That way the other sentient zombies won't mistake you for cannon fodder."
She dipped her hand in a pool of blood on the ground, and she smeared a little Scyth image onto each of their foreheads/helmets/skulls.
"This way, the other's won't bother you. The Reavers are joined..."
She licked the blood off of her hand. It tasted good.
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Arrant walked slowly through the town, ravaging the dead bodies, smiling viciously at the blood on his body. Something caught his eye, and he saw a body squirming in the corner. Walking over to it, he found a still living soldier crawling away slowly, and began his feast making less fatal bite wounds, laughing evilly as he feasted to the man's ear-shattering screams.
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(why are some of you zombies such a-holes... I mean its a quest for hunger, not a quest for just skinning them alive...)
The R.V. pulled into New Hope colony, the sliding gates opened at their arrival, and armed men surronded the vehicle.
"Gasmasks and SARS masks on... let me go first... I know these guys" Damon said, with Jack getting his SARS mask on his head.
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Felix recognized the destination, and so did Jonas. The two of them put on SARS masks. Men also came to check Jonas' truck.
"Don't worry, I'll keep our supplies safe, at least."
Jonas spoke just before the men were in earshot.
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When Arrant finished with the man, he found some bodies and bit the limbs off, putting them in a small bag for later before finding Entaru and walking up to him silently, grinning as he slung the bag over his shoulder.
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"sigh Deja vu any one?" as he put on his gasmask
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Shiro fitted his gasmask on
"No... of course, we didn't have gas masks in the first place."
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"well, we did." speaking through the mask "Won't this be grand"
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Shiro grinned under his gas mask.
"Well, at least we know that it isn't airborne. Sanko and I were out biking in it with no gas-masks, and we are not zombie... well... she is, but that isn't an airborne infection"
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"Hence the silly and pointless mask....Oh well, I rather wear these then be shot at" waiting for Damon to come back.
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"Well these guys like to think this disease is airborne, and I think this mask really makes me look badass... you can come out now" He said
Opening the door to the Rv, he stepped out, and immediately a soldier went up to him.
"Damon, you lucky sun of a (censored)! Glad to see you!"
"Rex... that you?"
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"airborne or not. it is still better then being shot at." getting out of the RV
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"Yeah... getting shot is worse than not getting shot..."
He got out of the RV.
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"Guys just shut up and wear the masks.. it isnt like it'll kill you" Damon said as he beckoned the others to come out.
"Friends of yours?" Rex asked, confused at some of the newer faces
"Hardly... just met them too... it's a shame colony from up north got hit hard. Only around 15-20 people escaped alive"
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"last time we were nearly killed by zombies that had hazmat suit on which had gas masks as well" looking around for some exits, places were they are most likely kept the weapons.
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Zarda crawled out from the alleyway, the large bullethole in his left shoulder had regenerated and the blood spattered across him was dried and old, the others had left... in their wake was mutilated corpses and blood... a lot of blood... sighing to himself Zarda leapt up onto a lampost, and from there onto a second story building, making his fast leaping way from rooftop to rooftop... he was alone again... as always.... but still.. hungry...
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After a few hours Entaru decided that it was probably best to move on. There were no more humans left in the area and he was starting to feel hungry again. Entaru proceeded in attempting to find his comrades who had scattered when the feasting began. While he could care less to what happened to the two newest members of the group, something didn't feel right about leaving White and Zarda behind.
"Zarda!...Zarda, where are you?! It's time to go!" Entaru waited and listened for an answer.
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*White jumped down next to Entaru* "We need find Zarda soon.." *White looked around* "But.. where start?" *White was struggling with his thoughts still in the back of his mind trying to figure out what he was trying to remember as he struggled with long-term memory*
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Zarda leapt from a second story balcony, to in front of the pair, despite the long jump he landed almost silently and with a feline grace... his face had lit up... joy?... at the sight of his comrades....
"Zarda found White, Entaru! Zarda found!"
he was so overcome with joy that he immediately set to chasing his tail round in circles, only stopping when he finally realised that sneaky darn tail was too quick for him....
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*White tapped Entaru's shoulder and pointed to the balcony where Zarda was chasing around his tail* "He be there!" *White yelled aloud and climbed up to greet his fellow zombie whereupon reaching the top he poked the feline* "We need go now Zarda." *White did his best to smile without revealing all the blood and crud in his teeth*
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Zarda looked up at White and smiled cheekily, jumping down from the balcony to the street level in one leap, landing with a feline grace, running madly around Entaru...
"Zarda ready go..... Zarda found Entaru, White! Zarda found!"
The feline seemed quite ecstatic at what he had done, and nothing else seemed to register with in his mind, he seemed very... proud....
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Sanko came walking up next to Entaru.
"Yes Zarda, you found Entaru. Good boy."
She looks back at her 7 zombies, to which she has strapped packs onto.
"Well, I'm all packed. Lets get onto more killing."
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Zarda looked up at Sanko, shrinking back slightly from the new member to the group....
"who... you?"
he watched her cautiously, but curiously, like a young kitten ... the addition to someone new in the group was curious, yet confusing for him....
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"I'm Sanko. Obviously you don't know me."
She knelt down to his level.
"Don't worry. Thanks to one of you guys, I'm on you're side now."
She held out an arm for him to smell. She was quite dead, so it wouldn't seem like food.
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Kitt sniffed her arm thoroughly, looked her up and down carefully.. and then aparantly satisfied about somthing, set back to chasing his own tail....
"Sanko friend.. new friend... Sanko WHite Entaru... SAnko white entaru...."
he repeated the mantro over and over as he ran, aprantly pleased with himself for remebering all these names...
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She stood up.
"I think he likes me."
She slicked back her hair and watched Zarda chase his tail, flicking her bushy one in amusement.
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Zarda stopped his inccesant chasing... that blasted tail would be caught one day!
panting slightly he looked up at Sanko, smiling...
"Sanko!"
pleased with himself that he had remembered her name, he watched his tail flicking out of the corner of his eye.... hrmmmm, maybe if he pounced fast enough... the tail might not see him coming!
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Entaru patted Zarda on the head and turned to the others. "Alright, that's almost all of us. We just need to find the other one...Arrant." Again he couldn't have cared less whether the newcomer was alright, but there was always an advantage in numbers.
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Arrant walked up to Entaru, spitting out a small bone as he grinned greedily. Patting the bag he had hanging over his shoulder he said "A little for the road." and looked down at Zarda, an eyebrow raised curiously. He shook his head and looked at Entaru again, standing at attention. "Where should we go next... er... who are you all again?"
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Sanko noted the playful look in Zarda's eyes at her tail, and stoped swishing it.
"A little brain damage to the part of the brain that remembers names, Arrant? I'm Sanko."
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Arrant pulled a dismembered arm out of the bag, taking a deep bite from the bicep. "Hmm... well who are those two?" he gestured his head toward White and Zarda before taking another deep bite from the arm.
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Zarda growled, apartantly deeply miffed at not being remembered....
"me Zarda.... you... Arrant?"
he closed his eyes, saying the names of his fellow zombies over and over, with a look of deep concentration.... finally he looked back up at Entaru...
"Entaru! Zarda find Entaru!... what Entaru want Zarda do?"
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Entaru knelt down next to Zarda chuckling "Okay, you found me. Now I have a job for you. I need you to act as a scout. I want you to keep to the rooftops and keep an eye out for anything living. When you do, come back to us and we'll find a way to get'em. Can you do that Zarda?" Entaru couldn't help but smile as he saw the pure joy in Zarda's eyes.
((Okay, I gotta say it. Zarda is sooooo adorable when he's not hunting. :3 ))
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"Zarda can do that!"
Jumping up, tail swishing ecstatically he ran twice around Entaru, mewling and chasing his tail before leaping up to a second floor balcony and from there to the roof... leaping from roof to roof bright amber eyes searching the streets below Zarda panted, tongue lolling out in excitement, a look of determination set upon his face...
"Zarda look... Entaru tell Zarda what do... Zarda do good..."
((hehe... ^_^ more like a kitten or puupy than a zombie ;) ))
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Entaru snickered a bit as Zarda leapt away. "Alright everyone. Time to move out. It's almost night time so the living will be more sluggish and unfocused. If you hear anything that doesn't sound dead, let me know. We aren't the only things that hunt." Entaru glanced back at Sanko as he said this and began walking, following the road.
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The dark shadow of Zarda leapt across the road, from one building to another, with great bounding leaps he landed with a feline grace and silence... panting heavily with deep rasping breaths he occasionally glanced back at Entaru and the rest of the group, before turning and continuing his search.... he'd been given a task by Entaru... he would do good and find living for Entaru.... jumping and clinging to a ventilation duct he stopped, ear cocked to the sounds of the city, nodding once he leapt again onto an adjacent rooftop where a slick black crow sat atop an ariel...
Zarda and the crow watched each other, a deep internal struggle apartantly running through Zarda's head..... growling he watched the crow, tail flicking, he crouched ready to pounce... and then stopped, looking back at the small figure of Entaru back down on the streets.... waving to Entaru Zarda turned back to the crow...
"Zarda busy... no time for chasing now.."
with that he turned and jumped to the next roof...
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Sanko nodded. She motioned toward the 7 with the packs.
"Alright boys... time to find something to eat."
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~Sniff, sniffsniffsniff... ~
Zarda was snuffling around the edge of a roof above a single boarded up window on the second story of what had once been a small shop... the main door at the street level was nail shut, and there was a scent of fresh meat about the area.... his ears perked up when he heard muffled voices, putting his ear to the roof of the building her could hear several living people inside....
Zarda found.... found food...
Zarda found!...
he stopped suddenly, one paw clamped to his mouth as he realised shouting to the group would only alert the prey barricaded inside the building.... ecstatic with his find he leapt from the building to the street level where he ran up to the group like a joy filled puppy come to greet its owners... he came to a halt in front of Sanko and Entaru, but even now could not stay still and so ran around in frantic circles while every now and then shouting out...
"Zarda found living!..... Zarda found!... over in building!... Zarda found like Entaru said!...
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"You want to take them, or let me have a test run." Sanko said turning to Entaru.
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Arrant tossed his mutilated limb sack to Zarda, chuckling. "Go ahead and keep that, I'm ready to hunt." He sprinted down the road, sliding silently as he neared the building, rolling over into a crouch as the slide slowed. Picking himself up, he flexed his fingers and grappled onto the side of the building, climbing to the side of the second story, climbing around to right to the left of the nearby window, waiting for signal from Entaru.
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Sanko motioned, and the zombies pulled of their packs and formed up around where the humans were.
"We have to think strategy if we are going to take out humans like this."
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The humans inside, led by One Sgt. Tarakovski, heard the commotion outside, and they hit the switch, The switch turned on all the lights around the house, activated the barbed wire on the housing to electrify. And primed the landmines to explode.
Can the zombies take out a well fortified enemy?
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Arrant cursed, flattening himself against wall near the window, making sure not to shift and cause any slight noise. He flinched as he realized the situation: his life was in the hands of all the other zombies, and he was standing on and edge next to a window. If these walls were thin enough and they knew he was there he could die in mere seconds...
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Sanko smiled.
*A challenge*
She motioned for silence, and clicked her machine gun safety off. In her human voice she called out, putting a mask on to disguise her flesh, as well as gloves.
"Hey! Are there other survivors out there? Thank god! I thought I was a goner."
She quickly motioned for the zombies to get into a position for an ambush.
"Would you guys mind turning off the mines and the electric fence? It would be nice to meet some actual humans for once. Solitude has a way of getting to a girl." She said in a VERY sexy voice.
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*faceclaw* Amatuers...I hope she knows what she's doing. Entaru grimaced as he looked from behind a trashcan. "Zarda, can you get to the roof without alerting the survivors?" Entaru gestured to the roof of the building, whispering. "I doubt Miss Sanko's plan will work and I need someone to get inside and turn off their perimeter. She should prove as a good distraction for you. Can you do that Zarda?"
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Sanko gave Entaru a look like *This is my first time and it is the first thing i thought of.*
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Entaru gave a frenzied, irritated gesture that indicated "Well then, let the experienced zombies do the thinking!"
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"Charles... didja hear that? A woman, Finally Now we can do our part to repopulate the world!" said one very excited marine private.
"Yea, a coincidence that a zombie invades our perimeter, and there's one voluptuous woman not getting eaten by the zombie on our house.. I don't buy her routine" Said Sgt. T.
The fuse box to all their stuff, is inside the house, a house full of highly trained gunmen who are expecting danger.
"Sarge you never let me have any fun."
"Ahh shaddup you idiot!"
The good Sgt. peeked through a barricaded window, and was staring right into Arrant's face. He could see the decay, and he decided since he was bored, he would poke Arrant with a stick.
"Yup.. it's a trap"
"Sarge you did it wrong, 'ITS A TRAP!'"
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(Did I say the soldiers revealed themselves Shiro, I think not, Leader of the human group is still alive considering they are still INSIDE the house, and Ho'nehetane the zomies are after other humans)
"Is it me, or are those zombies really ugly?" Asked the private
The sgt. just shook his head and sighed.
*Meanwhile*
"Well welcome to New Hope everyone" Damon said, raising his hands in the air. Soldiers dispersed and went about their appointed rounds. A gateway led to a mall with two minigun turrets stationed and manned.
"The colony is inside that shopping mall" Damon said, showing his I.D. and getting inside the mall.
An alarm went off and gas hissed into the room as the group was de-contaminated.
"Once these doors open up it's safe for us to take the masks off"
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((oh snap sorry I took it off))
"Ugh Finally, I hate wearing gas masks." Well at least we will be able to have a home for once...
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Shiro pulled his off too.
"Ah... a place to place my bones. Got an ammo dump here? My gun is kinda low..."
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"Well I am good, I just want some good grub. Its been awhile since I ate" looking around for food
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Shiro saw it. An old saxophone case proped up against the wall. Probably forgotten during an evacuation.
He walked over to it and opened the case. There was a saxophone like no other. Minus a little rust, it was in perfect condition. And it had reeds! He put it together.
"Hey, wanna hear a little song i picked up from my hometown? Lets go inside, and I'll play it. It's an old blues I picked up before the invasion."
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Arrant waved at the soldier's inside, giving a large friendly smile before snarling picking himself up to the roof. "This better not be good wood.." he mumbled and shook his head, doing a handstand and letting himself fall, grabbing ahold of the edge of the roof as he swung down, feet out as he attempted to smash through.
((Wait... I was flattened against the wall next to the window... not flattened against the window...))
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Zarda looked up at Entaru from the severed limb which he was happily chewing on....
"mffmmm!"
He swallowed, throwing the chewed bone away....
"Zarda can get on roof for Entaru! Zarda can do!"
He leapt to a building adjacent to the fortified one, crouching he pounced, leaping onto the roof of the survivors building, silently he landed.... looking across the bare roof his attention focussed on a ventilation shaft.... climbing up to the shafts edge he sniffed it thoroughly... well, Entaru had told him to... he had no choice....
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"Sure why not?" reminessing through the building for a kitchen.
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The Kitchen (aka food court) was jam packed with teenagers.. if it wasnt for the fact that soldiers were there with guns, it might very well been mistaken for a zombie free world.
Unfortunately that was farther then the truth.
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*White just stood there waiting for a command, vegetating on his thoughts as usual, or at least what little he had to be spoken of* "Blood...killing, remember thought... hungry...hungry..thoughts to be remembered.. confusion." *White laid against a wall and mumbled to himself*
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"Well... looks like someone made it..." Griffin said as he tried to get to the food table without hitting anyone with the sax case and his AK74 he had over his shoulder.
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Arrant flinched when he hit the window, falling down to the floor in a semi-crouch, bracing himself against the pain as he rolled over against the building. "Grrr... that's good wood alright..."
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Entaru was deep in thought when an idea sprang into his head.
"ZARDA! WAIT A SECOND! COME BACK! I HAVE A BETTER IDEA! Sanko, see if you can get your servants to dig up the landmines. Make sure they do it carefully. If they can dig it up then have them throw it at the front of the building." Entaru turned back to White "White, try to see if you can sever the powerlines to that house. They can't power any of their gadgets without it. If Zarda found anything up there we can use it to get in after we get the advantage."
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*White salutes to Entaru and pukes about 50 shuriken out of his mouth* "White take care of it..." *He laughed in a very dark manner and walked gruffly over to the power poles looking at them like toothpicks lightly stuck in the ground with little strings of wire going along* "So.. gentle and..." *White tosses the shuriken through the wires and severs them quickly into shreds and hot wire sparks go everywhere on the ground below* "...easily destroyed." *White turns back to Entaru* "House taken care of." *The lights behind him began to go out*
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"Got it... There is one... looks like it was improperly placed."
One of the zombies trundled up to Sanko with a landmine held in his hands. He looked sturdy, with no parts that could fall off and detonate it.
"Where you want to toss it at?"
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"Ok Simmons... Time to plan our escape... the power's off and the zombies are picking up Landmines."
"WAIT THE ZOMBIES ARE PICKING UP LANDMINES!?" Sgt. T. took a look outside in utter disbelief, one of the zombies had in it's hands, a landmine.
"Ahhh crap...." he uttered before taking a pistol.
"Sarge... what're you doing?" Asked Simmons.
"I'm too old for this horse(censored)" responded Sgt T. as he walked outside, latched the door shut, and taunted the zombies.
"YA'll WANNA DIE A SECOND TIME, COME GET SOME Mr. T IS LOOKIN TO PITY THE FOOL!"
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Arrant kicked the side of the building in response, picking himself up flattening himself against the wall as he walked around, cursing. "Someone try and open the front door. I may not be good at sabotage, but if I get in there consider them dead." he clawed at the nearby window to freak the soldiers out then started bashing against the door, imitating the classical zombie moan.
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Zarda looked up as ENtaru shouted.... he whined, being given conflicting commands was confusing..... scratching the back of his head he jumped down onto the street level and ran over to Entaru...
"Zarda here! Zarda here!"
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"Sorry Zarda. I thought of a better plan, but you might have been severly injured had we done it with you inside." Entaru smiled as he saw the Sergeant come out. He turned back to Sanko with a hint of mischief in his eyes. "How about behind him? It'll blow the door down and him away. Not to mention what kind of damage we'll do to those inside, physical or otherwise."
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Sanko nodded, an even more wicked smile glowing off of her. She motioned for the zombies (for two had mines, and one had been blown up by one, but thought that that was a good enough job and came back with the shards.) to go near the wall.
"Throw them over the wall!" She whispered.
"We need a distraction! My others can provide that. Since you weren't so keen on my last plan, you approve before I send them out!"
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"Works for me...have at it." Entaru watched with a smile as the landmines were thrown at the door of the building. "We are the dominant species now...let's show them why. White, Zarda, Arrant, get ready...its time to have some fun."
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The Kitchen (aka food court) was jam packed with teenagers.. if it wasnt for the fact that soldiers were there with guns, it might very well been mistaken for a zombie free world.
Unfortunately that was farther then the truth.
Wow I can't believe there are guys that are still alive...that are close to my age....I wonder how they survived?
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Shrio nodded.
"No chicks... no chick foxes..."
He lowered his ears.
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"Oh my god." shocked at that last comment. "Your right....One bad news after another"