Doomsday: Hell on Earth

[White Wolf Guardian]

"Oh my god I'm so glad somebody is out there, Tavor. Glacier reporting for duty sir, we are located at a crossroads between Albany Road and Peccor Road at the abandoned gas station behind a blue sedan.. please send backup. Large zombie outbreak... ~Crrtzz~ Over." *White sighs in relief as he made some contact* "We might actually make it out of here Edward."

[Gabag]

"Kinda busy here myself.. got a hell of a lot of imps behind me and my team... If they werent there i'd be able to help but I can't... sorry friend"

[White Wolf Guardian]

*White just sort of sees the last grain of hope go into the wind as he gripped the radio hard and his face took a new impression* "Thank you for the intel Tavor, Glacier signing out, over." *White clicked his gun and looked at Edward for a moment then up back towards the zombies* "Where there are zombies, there are more guns or people usually. If we can make it through them, we might be able to do something about our situation. You can stay here if you want, but I'm going to die guns blazing rather than hiding." *White walked towards the zombies with his pistol at the ready*

[Alice The Necrofox]

"God... how did we get into such a mess... I hope we find someone else out here... otherwise we are (censored)"

[Armalite_]

Spike had been sitting in that window for some time now. Cigarette butts littered the floor beneath his boots. He watched out the window to the street below as zombies and demons alike ran through ever so often. None had spotted the desert fox hiding ever so quietly in the shadows of the house and for that he'd been lucky. He'd light another cigarette and stare out that window until Sergeant Tavor would arrive. He'd walk around the small room and dig through it's contents. He'd found the diary of a girl who'd once lived there and deciding that he and she both were complete strangers that there was no harm in reading it. He slumped down against the wall below the window and stared at the cover that was worn and tattered with age. He opened to the first page. The writing seemed like that of a sixteen year old. He tapped the ash off the end of his cancer stick and squinted his eyes to read the small fine print as he inhaled. "June 17th 2015..." He said aloud before he began to read.

[Resa F]

"I've got a better idea" Edward called out. He pointed to the gas station & made an explosion gesture with his hands. "Someones gonna' need to be bait though, but seeing as your so eager to go out all guns blazing I suggest it's you"

[White Wolf Guardian]

*White turned around quite glad he was willing to eliminate the current issue at hand* "Oh good, well I'll fire a pot shot over at the zombies and then while they follow me and my fail sprinting speed you blow up the gas tank and if there is anything left we shoot its friggin' head off." *White turned back and started walking forward while eyeing the distance between him and the gas tank and walked close enough to see the eyes of the zombies*

~Loud whistling noise~ "HEY! You guys over there, that's right uglies I have a little present for you!" *White took aim with his handgun and shot at one of them directly pointed at his head*

[Resa F]

Laughing Edward vaulted into cover behind a pile of rubble as the dozen or so zombies started charging straight for him & White. As White ran past Edward waited till the first zombie came after and shot a petrol pump. As the fireball mushroomed up the blast knocked Edward to the floor. As the explosion died away he called out "Hey, you still alive out there?" (OOC- White tell him your goddamn name otherwise there's only 2 options- 1) Continuity fail or 2) I say "Hey" far more often than I usually would)

[White Wolf Guardian]

*White fell over and then got up and darted forth towards the car and skidded on his shoes then rolled over the hood of the car and sat down on the ground then looked around for Edward* "EDWARD?! If you can hear me, it's Glacier over here behind the car." *White looked over the top of the sedan and saw nothing but smoke greet his eyes and he squinted as he rubbed them from the sting of the heat* "He probably jumped behind something, I'll just wait here for a few seconds because we don't know if all the zombies are dead yet.."

[Resa F]

Faintly hearing White's call Edward laughed again, gazing round at the smouldering corpses of the zombies, shouting "You don't like that you sons of mothers do you!!" Running over to the car he held out his hand to White "Come on Glacier, let's make a break for your squad & help them out with those Imps before that blast attracts every demon in Paris" (OOC- Gods I should check previous posts before making a fool out of myslef)

[White Wolf Guardian]

(Rawr it no matter ) *White jumped up at the sound of his voice* "That sounds great, let's go find Tavor! He's being attacked by being some sort of Imp.. or at least I think that's what he said.. anyways onward!" *White brushes himself off and takes Edward's hand* "Uhh... but which way do we go? Tavor sounded pinned down so maybe he was at some sort of dead end, so if we look around I'm sure we could find him.. how about we try the residential area first? Of course I don't know if that's a good place either, but it's your call."

[Armalite_]

The heavy sound of low thumping caught Spike's attention. He looked up from the book and listened as footsteps were slowly making their way up the steps to the room he was in. He pulled his pistol and repositioned himself to face the door. The footsteps were getting closer and closer. "...Tavor?...Tavor!?" There was no reply and the footsteps stopped. Spike aimed and fired atleast half the clip into the wall. He stopped and listened. There was a moment of silence before there was a thump. Spike watched as a pool of blood poured into the doorway.

Suddenly, a zombie jumped in through the door snarling and ready to jump. Spike raised his pistol and fired twice, hitting the zombie once in the face then again in the neck, killing it instantly. His gun was out of ammo and yet a third zombie was already in the doorway. Spike tossed his gun aside, got up and charged, and tackled the zombie to the floor. Natually, the zombie fought back. To Spike, this was like any other bar brawl only this time, Spike was pulling his bayonet. They wrestled with eachother on the floor, knocking over furniture and rolling over ontop of eachother fighting to get control of Spike's blade.

[Gabag]

(uhmmm spike, Demons actually can take more then 2 shotgun blasts... and are the size of gorillias..)

[Armalite_]

(whatever floats yer boat)

[x]

Kiala's mind whirled. Out of nowhere there had came a...something. But then it was gone just like that...snap. Macintosh whined, snapping at thin air.

She put her head in her hands. "Muuuu...." she cried. "What on earth is going on here, everyone? Please help me understand."