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As Revenge sat at home watching the tele, his phone rang
It was his friend John from down the road, they spoke and as Revenge turned back too the tele, the signal was lost
As was John's

Revenge looked at his Sky box, nothing wrong
He looked outside, there was a strange smell in the air
He decided too turning his radio on

They was an urgent alert
Zombie's had arisen from the ground, they were attacking , the military had been mobilised however, in some towns such as Revenge's the local military base was a few hours away, even by Air still though the chance the Goverment would pick Crawfield over London was a small chance

Revenge went into action, he went into his selller at found his Remington and his Old rifle he used for catching Rabbits and such as Crawfield was not much of a town, more like a village in the Great British country side

He walked outside too see more people in the street, looting had begun, people were going insane
Revenge walked the town before hearing on a megaphone for all those with a Weapon or those who wish too participate too meet in the square
The gates became closed too the town

There was not many with Guns, but some with even mops at their side
The town was getting ready for an all out war with the Zombies!

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Basically! All those who particpate, write a little back story and say what you have with you, dont go over the top on the weps or stuff ^_^
This is set modern day though, try and let a couple of people post before posting again, I love enthusiasm you guys have ^_^

This is a very simple RP , easy too get going, no need for updates about children and money etc :)

Lets do this !

Sign ups below ^_^

1. Revenge
   

1. Revenge
2. Septim
3. Ernie

Ernest Fairlawn, simply called Ernie, was an ex-SAS Commando who had settled in a small town of Crawfield.  He was a sniper by profession and carried an old Scout Tactical sniper rifle he had secretly recieved as a farewell gift.  He also carried a glock as his backup weapon.  He heard a voice saying to meet in the square and to bring weapons, so he picked up his sniper rifle, pistol, and plenty of ammo.  He also pulled out an old suit of body armor he "borrowed" from his country.

Revenge sat in the middle of town with others starring at the sun as it was setting
Not a great time of day Revenge thought for a Zombie Invasion
He ripped a little of his farmer jacket and cleaned his gun with spit

He waited too see if anymore people would come..

1. Revenge
2. Septim
3. Ernie
4. Vince
5. Dethos

Dethos was a sergeant in the police of Crawfield before he was fired for reasons unspoken of. He was a Wild West fan and had some guns from that time that worked.

When Dethos heard that zombies were attacking he got his Winchester rife (1895 model) with a custom fitted scope that he used to hunt with, 2 Webley mk VI revolvers, a hammer and all the ammo he could carry.

The gates rattled, the Zombies had arrived in full now, Revenge took hisshot gun too the gate, climbed upo the wall, and blasted the zombies as they tried too enter
The gate wouldnt hold for much longer, Revenge knew he had too do something fast
He shot the tree as many times as he could, on the lower left side
It began too tip, it crashed down on top of perhaps 20 zomies, also blocking the main gate off quite well

He turned too hear news that the Zombies had broken through on the south side...

Dethos heard that zombies had broken through the south side so he rushed there. He was close to the south side when he turned a corner and the street was full of zombies. He aimed his Winchester at them and fired. The bullet went through one zombies neck and luckily it went though the zombie behind its head. He then heard gun fire coming from a roof on his right and 3 zombies went down. He carried on fireing trying to hold them off.  

Ernie fired continuously, and it was almost too late to notice the zombies that came up to the roof behind him.  They charged towards him right as he drew his glock and began firing it into their faces.  His clip ran out and three were left.  One charged at him and he used it's momentum to throw it over the edge of the building.  The other two charged at the same time and he shot one with his scout, point blank, and then was tackled by the other.  He began pushing it off of him.  It opened it's mouth to tear his throat open, but he jammed his glock down it's throat and shoved it off.  He jumped back a few feet and blew it's head off.  He then reached down it's throat and pulled his glock out.  He then ran towards the center of the town more to follow orders from someone else.

[Revenge you can control my character until I get back ☺]

[[ Thankyou Septim ^_^ ]]

Revenge ran too the south gate where people stood hitting zombies with brooms and kitchen knives
It was funny too watch from a far
Revenge decided he would seal the south gate like he did the north, he took some plastasine he stole from a childrens shop and planted init alot of gunpowder, well alot of funpowder... as he called it
He tore his shirt and twisted it he set it on fire and threw it at the gate

" GET BACK" Revenge shouted as the small expolsive he made blew a whole a massive hole in the gate blowing Zombie all over the place
He took his Remington and planted bullets into the zombies as they came in

He told Crapious too hold the Gate, he passed him his Rifle
" You break it, I break you" Revenge smearked
" Hold the gate until the Zombie flow is minimal then get over too the center alright? "

As Revenge said that he heard a man Firing what sounded like an Uzi
He ran over too where he heard it
It took him too a gun shop
He banged on the Door
" Hello ? Anyone in there...."

" Me , Bitten ? "
" No"

Revenge looks around the room at the people and looks at the Zombie on the floor
He sits down in the chair..

 Watching Revenge rush off, Vince dropped his rifle on the ground "Break me then" he muttered. He pulled out his shotgun and began pumping rounds into oncoming zombies, it wasn't going quite as well as he had planned, there were to dam many. Zombies kept coming, and he kept firing, but they were gaining ground, little by little.

    He bent over to reload again, when he looked up there was a rather large zombie staring blankly at him from several feet away, snatching up Revenge's rifle he put a bullet between his eyes,"Alright you bastards." he said as he pulled the pin out of his first grenade. He chunked it right at the gate, a slightly larger explosion than Revenge's home-made attempt, zombie parts flew all directions. His next move was one of pure guess work, he hoped zombies were scared of fire like they were in the movies. Lighting a mulotav ccktail he threw it in the center of the gate, the zombies that hadn't been blown to bits were intrigued, however as soon as they got close enough that it spread to them curiosity turned quickly to confusion, those that were on fire breifly forgot what they were doing, and drew back away from the gate, throwing several more at those that weren't on fire, he decided the gate was fine, and that the stench of burning zombie was awful. He hurried off to the store he had just seen Revenge disappear into and knocked on the door with with his head, now that his arms were filled with explosives , a shotgun, and a rifle,.

 "However many there are, they're dropping by the minute." Vince said, "The one's that fight lose, the rest are cowering in their basements." "And the more that lose, the more dam zombies we have to deal with."

"No...the main street will be flooded, doctor's office would be suicide. The police station is too small here, no transports, only squad cars. We need to get to the fire station, they've got three fire engines. Hoses could be used against the zombies, it's also well armored. Twenty miles from here is Helvat Prison. Prisons are used to keep inmates in, but they can be used just as well to keep the zombies out, what do you think", says Signum.

  There was a long silence in which no one said anything, finally Vince snapped. standing up, he walked to the door, and went out, for 30 minutes there all could hear the his shotgun erupting, screams, and explosions, then it stopped, Vince had finally joined his felow soldiers that died so long before him.

Bert approached Signum.

"Am I the only one who hasn't lost it?" asks Bert.

"It seems like it...", says Signum.

"Well...", says Bert.

"The prison is the best bet", says Signum, "

"I'm going where your going, you seem to have the most experience in this field. We should take my supplies, I have MREs in my basement, as well as water. Outside is my pick-up truck", says Bert, "We can probably make it to the fire station in it."

"Sounds good", says Signum as he readies his XM-8.

The four men walked out the gun shop's back door. Bert carried several Uzis, glocks, revolvers, and other guns. He silently dropped them in his truck, the soldiers then carried the crates of MREs and put them in the back. The four got in and Bert drove off to the fire station.

After five minutes of driving through zombies, Bert reached the fire station, the soldiers got out and took two fire trucks. The small convoy soon reached the police station where they picked up the survivors. They raced out of the town as quickly as possible. Bert notices a special forces soldier holding on to the side of a fire truck.

***

They soon reach the prison, and Signum demands that the guards open the gates. The guards quickly obey, and the convoy drives into the yard. The gates are quickly shut and locked behind the convoy. After checking every last survivor for bite wounds, the guards let the group stay.

Signum hears the scream and looks through his binoculars to see the zombified Vince pointing at the prison, Signum suddenly remembers a moment in the Virgin Islands. One man, the town drunk, had led the zombies as an alpha-male, Vince seemed to have a small bit of intelligence.

"The alcohol must make the human qualities more prominent...interesting...", says Duas as he looked through his binoculars.

Signum looks at him.

"I mean interesting as in we'll have to aim for him from now on", says Duas quickly.

"Do not spare any of them for testing Duas, do you hear me?" asks Signum.

"Yes sir", says Duas.

***

Bert walks around the prison, the prison's population had been very low at the time of the uprising. Bert finds a cell to sleep in and lays down.

[[OOC: You're already in...

After five minutes of driving through zombies, Bert reached the fire station, the soldiers got out and took two fire trucks. The small convoy soon reached the police station where they picked up the survivors. They raced out of the town as quickly as possible. Bert notices a special forces soldier holding on to the side of a fire truck.]]

The other UDPF soldier, Klous, stands waiting for Sigmun to give some orders...

[[OOC: You can't be UDPF, the three members, Signum, Duas, and Inferno, are the only ones in the town...]]

Signum dismisses the crazy man and tells Duas, the radioman, to contact the UDPF HQ.

"HQ, this is Signum", said Signum into the radio, "Codeword Doomsday, the infection has spread, what is the situation in other parts of the world?"

"Signum, what is your status?" asks the man at HQ.

"Our sniper is dead, we are currently held up in a fortified prison. We have plenty of food, and quite a few experienced gunmen", said Signum, "What chance of evac?"

"Sorry Signum, the whole island is now on lockdown, nobody is allowed out or in, you are no exception."

"I understand sir", said Signum.

"We will not life the quarantine until all undead forces are dispatched."

"We don't have enough men or weapons for that", said Signum.

"You're resourceful, figure it out..."

Signum sat against the wall, in one month all zombies would die of hunger...could he survive that long?

[I thought I was the sniper]

Ernie looks at the man on the radio as if he was nuts.  "Hey....I thought I was the sniper?"

Peacemaker

Peacemaker is a peaceful guy, who devoted all his life on making worldwide peace. He hopes he can show what he does best, by making peace with... the ZOMBIES!. Peacemaker has... a peace flag and a small but powerful pistol for emergencies

[[OOC: Charley, you were ex-SAS, not UDPF, the UDPF are the world's most highly trained soldiers. There are only three operatives in Great Britain at the moment:

Signum - Team Leader and Communications Specialist
Inferno - Demolitions and Heavy Weapons specialist.
Duas - Medic

A forth operative did exist, but he was killed. He was the sniper. The UDPF is a highly secretive organization, only the director of UDPF, Bert Septim, and the operatives themselves know it exists. Signum should be executed in front of a firing squad for telling ME, but I saved his life and he felt that he should repay the debt with info. Their cover is always that they are the special forces or military of the native country, and if the country has no special forces, they will take the role of the nations military, and if they have no military they will be the country's protector's military. In Russia they are Spetznaz, in the US they are Green Berets, in Great Britain they are SAS, you get the picture. NOBODY knows about the UDPF, their objective is to stop the infection, too late for that. Zombies die within a week of not eating, within one to two months the zombies will die as certain birds will eat the rotting flesh.]]

Bert Septim approaches Signum.

"Wha's wrong?" asks Septim.

"Do you think we can survive two months?" asks Signum.

"Wha?" asks Bert.

"Do you think we can survive in this prison for two months?" asks Signum.

"The food migh' last tha' long wit' proper ratning," says Bert.

"Then lets get started," says Signum.

Signum walks out to the wall to see all of the survivors assembled.

"Men and women, we can outlast this invasion if we ration our food. By the end we will be malnutritioned, but we can make it. Do not be alarmed!" yells Signum.

"My wife's head was ripped off as she tried to escape, my daughter went out to play in the field this morning and never came back. Give me a reason to live you bastard! Give me a reason!" yells a man.

"My brother, he went down to the pub this morning for breakfast...I saw him amongst them...I want a reason as well," says another man.

"I...I am sorry for your losses. It is no fault of mine, but I am still sorry. You! What is your name?" asks Signum.

"Pat..." says the clearly overwrought man.

"Pat, your daughter may still be alive, she may still be alright, use that as hope, a hope to drive you through this disaster!" yells Signum.

The man did not respond, he instead sat against the wall, crouched down, and began to cry. Signum watched, he did not feel bad, his training wouldn't allow it, he was not empathetic, but the morale of the population was important. Without morale, the would not think, and if they didn't think, they would endanger the whole prison.

Signum takes out his scope and surveys the land, he notices a small group of zombies walking through a cow paddock. They pay no attention to the cows, and even as a sheepdog bites the zombies, they pay no attention. The dog manages to kill one, the blood clearly not affecting it at all, a farmer runs out of the house with a shotgun and blows two away, as he reloads the zombie draws closer, the man goes back and shoots two more. He then loads his last two shells and blows another two's heads off. He draws an old pistol, probably a revolver, and begins shooting. He hits two in the head as his dog kills another. He turns and shoots four more before finding that his gun is empty. The final zombie approaches, and it's head suddenly explodes, it's brain matter and blood flying onto the floor. The farmer backs away and loads his revolver, he looks around and runs inside, his sheepdog following him in.

"Why'd the dog not turn?" asks Bert.

"The zombies cannot sense animals, and they do not attack them. It is quite strange, they have no interest in any creatures except humans," said Signum.

"Did'ya see the sniper?" asks Bert.

"No. You?" asks Signum.

"Nope," says Bert.

***

A black man in woodland camo and facepaint crouches down behind the log, his silenced rifle in his hands, he smiles. The dimwitted farmer could not figure out what had happened, all the better for him. His mission required stealth. He held his rifle over the log and looked at the small town. His scope was well finished, it could not give off a flash. He noticed the overwhelmed church and quickly spotted a zombie standing over a little girl. The man aimed at the zombie, prepared to fire, when the zombie turned in strangely humanlike disgust. The man did not fire.
That...that just saved your undead life...
The man hears a footsteps and turns to see a zombie fifty feet away. The man aims his rifle and fires, a spit is heard, and the zombie falls minus it's head. The man goes prone and draws his silenced pistol, he slings his rifle across his back. He begins crawling away, never getting up unless spotted. He made his way silently to the town.

 The zombies had finished with the church, another who used to be a heavy drinker was directing them towards the prison, the slow march began again.

 As the undead army began to walk through the feilds toward the prison the smell of acrid smoke and death was gently blown away by the afternoon's breeze, it brought no change to the zombies, they could sense they were going someplace with more people, they couldn't sense how far, it didn't matter, if a zombie can't smell blood, he'll simply walked around looking stupid, which was what the majority of the group seemed to be currently engaged in.

[[ok... alpha has some backround explaining to do, he's kind of invincible...]]