Seclusion:Zombie Apocalypse

[Hideous]

((Edited the beginning of my last post a bit since I realized that I misread something. Oops! XD

It doesn't affect your reply though so don't worry about it.))

Fiorenza held her breath for a moment as one particularly overzealous soldier moved towards her, clearly feeling that same urge for vengeance that she'd barely managed to suppress in favor of saving her own life. She was about to flip one of her guns back around her index and into her hand in a desperate effort to protect herself, even though that probably meant that she'd be filled with lead by the soldier's buddy, but in fact it was quite the contrary. The second soldier actually rushed to her defense, which was surprising to say the least.

If it caused Fiorenza's impression of James to be any more favorable, though, she certainly didn't show it. She did as he commanded and threw her weapons down near his feet, but scoffed arrogantly as he extended his hand. Placing her hand on her hip instead of using it to shake James', she stared him down with disdain until finally swallowing a bit of her pride. "Enza," she replied very concisely with a shortened version of her name, realizing that it would at least facilitate communication between them. "Might want to go fetch my shotgun while we're still here. It's pretty good at putting zombies down, and I'm going to guess that your little stunt led half of the ones in the city straight to us." Putting a hand on her hip, Fiorenza waited to find out what James planned on doing with her.

 

[Ender]

"Good point." James said, retracting his hand. He regloved it and inserted a new magazine into his M4. "Michaelson! Lock down the back door as best you can!" he ordered, finding Enza's shotgun and handing it to her. "Boys, get Torres locked down somewhere." he told them. Then he turned to the woman with him. "Look, right now we just need to survive. I don't know what you have against me, or why you're shooting up perfectly good Marines without reason, but we need to work together now." then he moved towards the front door, rifle drawn. He began firing at the incoming zombies and screaming "COME ON, GET IN HERE!!"

 

[jacobburns]

Jacob heard the shooting stop "NOW IS A GOOD TIME TO GO!" he said as he jumped out of the trash can. The zombies kept passing by the alley hardly noticing the young writer.
He took this to his advantage and ran around the corner of the dark alley. he krept around the back. "Wait" he screamed as two men began to close the door. they heard him and quikly reacted. Opening the door as Jacob ran inside. "Boy am i happy to see you" "anyway what was all that shooting about" He said as he began to help baricade

 

[Dmitri]

Ein was glad that the fighting was over. However, the gun battle had attracted unwanted guests: zombies.

Ein ran backwards towards the Chinese Theatre, allowing him to use his cattle prod on any of the zombies that got near him.

"A little help would be nice!" hollered Ein.

 

[Jesse16]

"hey wait! dam he runs fast"
Jesse stayed where he was helping ein by shooting zombies with his baretta 92 he did not much care about attracting the horde cuss the entire population was allready on top of them. once ein was inside Jesse ran for it.He shot a couple zombies as he ran in but ran out of bullets in his clip. He then began pushing and elbowing zombies as they got near him.Jesse then took a leap of faith as he leaped through the door way. He got back up reloded his pistol and pulled out his mp5k. And then as he was backing up into the theater began to shoot zombies running for the door way aiding his fellow survivor's in the battle for there lives.

 

[Rom]

Looking up at a scream for help, Duncan pulled back on the turret and aimed at a cluster of zombies approaching the cattleprod wielding survivor and opened fire. The bullets slammed into the wave of the undead like a tsunami, the rounds blowing off decayed limps and taking out their legs. The repeated firing of the turret had left him rather hard of hearing so the young man hadnt heard the call for people to get into the theatre until it was repeated three or four times. Cursing, Duncan pulled himself up onto the roof of the humvee and jumped towards the theater, lashing out with his sword as he moved with the cattleprod wielder.

Ducking down at the sound of rifle fire from behind, Duncan latched onto the collar of the fellow survivor and heaved the man with him through the door, hoping that the soldiers would be able to cover them once they got into the building. Pushing himself to his feet, Duncan smiled weakly at the other man and managed to say "Happy to help" before pushing himself forward and retching into the corner, the smell of the undead and the images of what the turret had done to them overpowering his senses and making him sick.

 

[Praetor]

Hector flew down an alley way towards the sounds of gun shots. It was obvious that what he was doing was pretty stupid, but he needed to find other survivors. As he came out onto the street on his motorcycle he stopped and looked to his left and jumped in the seat of his motorcycle. "Holy crap!" Hector basically started driving again as soon as he stopped and sped off to the right away from the zombie horde he had almost driven into. Hector waved to the survivors sprinting into the Chinese Theater, but they seemed to not notice him. Figuring that they were about to seal themselves in, Hector drove to the entrance as fast as he could. There were only a couple of stragglers outside the door when he arrived. He threw his motorcycle down and sprinted through the doorway to safety.

Once he had run further into the main entrance, he realized that the majority of people here were military. He dearly hoped that he would not regret his decision to come here. But what better hands could he be in than the military's? He made sure he had everything he had brought with him in his backpack and then went to help the other survivors at the door.

 

[Hideous]

Fiorenza accepted her weapon back, albeit with a slightly puzzled expression visible upon her face. She had no idea why in the world the staff sergeant thought it would be a good idea to give it back to her, but she wasn't about to complain. However, she did agree that they had larger problems than each other at the present time, so she was willing to play nice at least until the immediate zombie threat was dealt with. Fighting wasn't an option, they probably didn't even have enough bullets to kill the thousands of rabid undead advancing upon them. They had to run, which was an eventuality that Fiorenza and her late partners had already prepared for.

Walking u behind James, she put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention and leaned in closed so that he could hear her over the deafening sounds of gunfire going off all around them. "We need to get out of here, there's way too many. I've got a bunch of emergency packs that we can take, and there's two SUVs hidden out back. Sound good to you?" The question wasn't really a question, as it was clear that they had little choice in the matter. Of course, Fiorenza could simply have ran off on her own, but she calculated that her odds of survival were much better in a group. It wasn't ideal, but one couldn't really be too picky about things ever since the zombie outbreak.

 

[jacobburns]

Jacob entered the room. covering his ears due to the loud gunfire. he runs to the middle of the room and observes as droves of zombies are being shot up by the door. he hears the conversation right next to him. he heard the womens plea for them to escape and Jacob with it all the way.

"hey i totally agree with her. we dont have the means to fight the whole city"
"nor do i feel like even beginning to try."

 

[JMocks]

It was getting dark. Or to Josh it was. His plan was pretty simple. Hold up until he was forced to move. He was camped out on top of a abandoned police station. He had all the windows blocked, doors chained shut, guns ready. Well. The only guns he had was a M14 with a telescopic scope he picked up off a dead SWAT member. And he found two M9 Berrettas in the police station. His plan managed to work so far because he only had to protect his-self. Not others.

Some days were long. Some days seemed like minutes. He only went out to search for food during the day. Using the light was a helpful tool. He was relaxing in one of the lawn chairs he collected from his daytime journey just a few hours ago, passing time. There were plenty of zombies. But they were never a threat. But that all changed.

That night the number in zombies quadrupled. Normally, there were a few zombies. Now, a whole sea of them were surrounding the station. Josh figured he was the only person alive in the near radius. And they were some hungry zombies. His ammo was scarce. He had two magazines left for his M14 that carried 30 rounds each. For his M9's, four mags at 14 rounds each. Off the top of his head, he counted easily 25+ zombies. Even if he did aim for the head, it wasn't worth it.

He ran to the back of the station where he had secured a zip-line the second day he setup camp. Down below waiting for him was a black Ford F-150 with less than half a tank of gas. He set the M14 in the passenger seat and drove off from the station. As he made his way along, he hoped to come across some survivors. But if he didn't, he'd welcome the silence.

 

[Solimus Arcandia]

Nick got off his motorbike, letting it clatter to the ground. Oil was scarce as god-knows-what. Oh well. He grabbed his backpack, and pulled out his P90 and checking his clip.
50 rounds, as always. 50 dead zombies.
The he heard it. 30 millimeter Chaingun. US Military issue by the sound of it. Despite about three weeks of highly trained reflexes, he headed towards it. He ran forward, seeing the Marines and Mob members at the Chinese Theater.
And the mass of zombies headed there as well.
He sprinted towards them, adrenaline overriding most intelligent thought. "Need some help?" he said, pushing the weapon's safety on to full auto.
They were gonna need it.

 

[JMocks]

((Just to let you know Solimus, you have to ask before you post in here. You also have to submit a character sheet.))

 

[Solimus Arcandia]

((Already did. I'm an old friend of the guy who started this thread on a different site))

 

[Ender]

James began shouting orders. "All right men, we have SUVs in the back. Mount up, we are acquiring alternate transportation!" he ordered, moving towards the indicated area. Then he turned to the gangster. "Any ticks, and I'll kill you. Just so you know." then he grinned and continued on.

 

[Praetor]

Hector barely heard what the authoritative man said. He Fired off another shot at the zombies and ran to the SUVs. As he ran, he realized that he was already regretting coming here. Whatever, I'll just have to make sure I get out of here alive, he thought to himself. Finally reaching the back door, he stepped out slowly...