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The Incursion [RP] | ||||
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As Revenge sat at home watching the tele, his phone rang They was an urgent alert There was not many with Guns, but some with even mops at their side ---------- 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 ^_^ Lets do this ! Sign ups below ^_^
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Bert Septim, a local gun store owner, is enthusiastic about weapons. His bushy brown beard and imposing physique gives him the appearance of a country man. Bert walks outside his gunshop and sees smoke coming from houses, he grabs a pair of binoculars and looks to see that the undead are rising. Bert pulls down metal window covers over his windows. "They call me crazy, well guess who's crazy now!" Bert grabbed a Colt 1911 and began locking up the gun shop. He then readied the weapons he had prepared for a zombie invasion. Another M1911A1, two sawn off shotguns, a SVD sniper rifle, and an Uzi 9mm. He had plenty of MREs, no need for food, he also had at least five years worth of canned food in his basement. He had plenty of water as well. His shop was well fortified. Bert didn't need to go anywhere. | ||||
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. | ||||
Vince had never recovered from the war, and had soon become the notorious town-drunk, all day long Vince sat on his porch, with a shotgun in his lap, and a bottle in his hand. His house was close to the square, so naturally he heard all the commotion, and took quick action. As soon as the door would stay still, he rushed inside to get more ammo, and the extended clip for his 20 gauge pump-action. He was getting ready to leave, but stopped at his dresser, opening it up he shoved his army clothes out of the way and reached in to extract two grenades, *hopefully they shhtill werk* he muttered to no one in particular as he stumbled out into the street.
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Revenge sat in the middle of town with others starring at the sun as it was setting | ||||
Ernie sure hoped they started soon because his wife and him were going on vacation in a matter of hours(7) *Hint* *Hint* XD | ||||
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.
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Vince, tired of sitting around and waiting, made a quick run to the liqour store. Walking up to it he noticed something wasn't right, the lights were out, and the front door had been destroyed, shifting his shotgun to a more ready postition he peared in, "Caaarl ??" but the liqour store owner did not respond, his feet crunched on the broken glass as he entered, he couldn't see anything, so he hoped nothing could see him. He carefully walked across the floor towards the counter, or as carefully as he could, he's feet crunched against the glass, and several times he had to steady himself with one of the shelves. Looking behind the counter for a bag, he heard a bottle break, and the shuffling of feet moving across broken glass, he swung his gun around, "Caaarl ?!!" the movement stopped. Vince remained still for almost a minute, when he finally saw it shuffle in front of the door, he wasted no time in shooting it, had he been sober it wouldn't have knocked him over, but at least whoever it was is dead now. He got the large paper sack he was looking for, and began loading up bottles of Everclear, once the bag was full he got out of the store in a hurry. being carefull to avoid the dead zombie at the steps. | ||||
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 | ||||
Ernie was on a rooftop near the south side. He got down on a knee and took his scout tactical sniper rifle and fired. The bullet went through three zombie heads, killing them. Ernie continued firing, reloading, and firing again, but would require help to help hold them. | ||||
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. | ||||
Stumpbling up behind Revenge, Vince put down his supplies, he began tearing his shirt into strips, pouring out everclear onto them, and pouring some petrol back in, slowly but surely, he began constructing an armload of mulotav cktails.... | ||||
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 ☺] | ||||
Bert heard patterned knocking at the door and approached it, he looked through a small peephole and saw four special forces operatives holding their position at his door. Bert cursed. "O' course! Would've been fine if they hadn't shown up!" Bert grabs his Uzi and opened the door, he opened fire on the zombies while the soldiers backed into his shop. Bert shot one last zombie before shutting his door and pulling down a metal barricade over it. Bert turned around and saw that one of the soldiers had a bite wound on his neck. "He's gonna turn ya know", said Bert to the medic trying desperately to save his comrade. "No he's not!" yelled the medic. The soldier's skin began to pale, and his eyes closed, his heart stopped, and he died. Bert kept his 1911 trained on the dead man's head for two minutes, after two minutes he began to shake, and he rose from the ground. He groaned and ran at the medic, seeing that the other soldiers did not want to shoot their comrade, Bert shot the zombie through the head with his 1911. "I told ya", said Bert, holstering his weapon. "I...I couldn't believe you", said the medic, "He was our friend...I've seen men die on missions, but..." "It's alright Duas", said the leader, he put his hand on the medic's shoulder and faced Bert. "Call me Signum", said the leader, stretching his hand out to shake Bert's. Bert shook the leader's hand. "Who are you?" asked Bert. "I am an operative of the UDPF, the undead protection force. I guess I owe you an explanation, you did save our lives", said Signum, "Back in 1964, the United States and the United Kingdom began Project: Mortis. It was to be used as a weapon against the Soviet Union. If a nuclear war were to start, they would use a bioweapon to bring their own soldiers from the grave, invulnerable to all chemical and atomic weaponry. The project was scrapped after the first trial, the test subjects lost all but their basic instincts to feed and basic motor skills, it was rendered inhumane, and the formula was locked in an underground vault. However, eight years ago the formula was stolen, as a result, the UDPF was founded. Two years later there was a small outbreak in a village in the Virgin Islands, I was called on my first mission. Every last one of the undead were killed and the village was wiped clean, no evidence remained. Then, two years later, in Haiti, another outbreak occured. Again, we took care of the outbreak, now it seems that Great Britain is under attack..." Bert sat down in his chair, shocked, and began thinking of what Signum had said. | ||||
[[ Thankyou Septim ^_^ ]] Revenge ran too the south gate where people stood hitting zombies with brooms and kitchen knives " 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 told Crapious too hold the Gate, he passed him his Rifle | ||||
Bert turned to the door and ran over, he looked through the peephole to see a citizen banging on his door. "Gah!" Bert opens to door and grabs Revenge, he throws him into the house and locks the door. He then turned to aim his 1911 at him. "You been bitten?" asked Bert. | ||||
" Me , Bitten ? " Revenge looks around the room at the people and looks at the Zombie on the floor | ||||
"Check him", said Signum. Duas runs over to Revenge, and after being checked for bite wounds, Duas sits down as well. "I am Signum of the SAS, and these three are my squad. This man here saved our lives", Signum points to Septim, "Now...why did you come knocking on the door?" | ||||
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,. | ||||
"Gah! What is this place, a hotel!?" yelled Bert as he drew his 1911 and opened the door, he saw a man with his arms full of explosives, a shotgun, and a rifle. Bert quickly let the man in and pointed his pistol at him. After the third operative, Inferno (not surprisingly the demolitions expert) checks Vince for bite marks. Vince is let go. "Alright...I am Signum of the SAS, this is Duas and Inferno, Duas is the medic, Inferno's the demolitions expert, our sniper died around thirty minutes ago", said Signum, "How many survivors are left out there?" | ||||
"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." | ||||
" Nice too see you again" Revenge thought that they should try and get everyone in the village thats not been biten too either the police station or the doctors, too keep them together " What ya think then? " | ||||
"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. | ||||
"I think we need to quit trying to save all these *beep*s," Vince grumbled, "anyone that's well-able and worth a darn will run and get on the truck, we won't have time to slow down, then I'm still not sure where we would go..." Vince didn't like the idea of explaining that a bunch of zombies were chasing him to the prison guards, and rioting prisoners are worse than zombies, if they could get control of the guard towers though.... it just might work. "We need something to carry all these guns." Vince stated flatly, "anyone that hitches a ride on the fireman's express is going to have to be able to defend themselves, or they just slow us down." | ||||
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. | ||||
Revenge went too his seller and found a rocket-launcher Funny that.. He loaded and blew the living shet out of Zombies.. | ||||
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. | ||||
The undead form of Vince watches the pickup drive towards the prison from a nearby rooftop, it seems the alcohol level of his blood has kept him fom reverting to total animal instincts, pointing the zombies after them, he lets out a vicous scream. | ||||
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. | ||||
There was a knock at the door. Ernie was standing outside with his rifle, pistol, some grenades, a pack of vodka bottles, cloth, and a small broken-down mp5. "HEY! LEMME IN! Or im coming in anyway!" | ||||
[[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.]] | ||||
[lol] *Ernie sits on the rooftop of the prison with his sniper rifle and waits for any action* O_o | ||||
The other UDPF soldier, Klous, stands waiting for Sigmun to give some orders... | ||||
Vince's zombie brain cannot handle the overwhelming power of the virus, as he is flung further into madness, leading his zombie horde to feed on the flesh of the dying and helpless, as the helpful run panicking to save themselves through the burning wreckage of what they once knew and loved, where they grew up, where they had their first job. People were no longer people, they were just humans, corpses to be flung aside and devoured at leisure, anyone was fair game as socialization and civilization were tossed away just as hurredly as old toys, soon forgotten in the sudden realization of an overwhelming horror that until now only haunted the deepest moments of their sleep, there are no people left, there are the primitive animals and there are the monsters. P.S. yes this is Crapius, the name changing has confused me though... | ||||
[[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? | ||||
As if by some brutal irony, Vince happened to be nawing on a leg at the moment Signum was blissly imagining him starving to death. He surveyed what was left of the city, the zombies would stand around forever just eating and staring at each other if Vince didn't keep them moving, there was still a few hours walk to prison at the ridiculous pace that zombies that the zombies tended to travel at, the virus spread deep into those that weren't heavily intoxicated when they were bitten, the majority began reverting deeper into their uncooridinated animal selves, several began to walk on all fours, in a horrifying jerky uncontrolled crawl that resembled someone madly shuffling across the floor. Vince took another long swig from his bottle, and watched his army move along. | ||||
[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?" | ||||
[totally missed that post but i just read it. i will leave it at that] | ||||
Peacemaker | ||||
[peacemaker will get his ass eaten if he goes up to a zombie with a peace flag] | ||||
[[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 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. | ||||
The zombies were not moving quite as directly as Vince wanted, apparently there were still some humans that had barricaded themselves into the church, the large numbers of fresh meat attracted the undead army just like vultures to roadkill, slow and menacing, their fresh meal wasn't going anywhere. While some mindlesly ran into the heavily barricaded doors, other simply smashed through the stained glass, soon they noticed that the ones that went through the glass got in, and slowly followed, no gunshots fired, it appeared the undead would make short work of the church members, Vince turned away, down inside he still knew he was better than them, and something about the large wooden cross on the corner of the church lot made him nervous, so he walked away from the action. His feet took him to a nearby hill, surveying the all-but desolate land, his eyes tended to settle on the prison in the distance, still a two hour walk away. He held up the bottle of booze he had just just finished and threw it into the cornfeild across the ditch that ran at the base of the hill, and a frightened yelp eminated from the plants. Vince' s animal instinct took over, shaking with rage he shuffled on all fours down to the plants, tearing them aside, he looked down. A small girl clothed in a dirtied dress, staring back at him with clear blue eyes, full of fear. Vince raised his hand to strike her, as he did, he noticed the colors of her eyes, the blue, white, and black streaks of so many shades, rimmed with solid black, each one looking as though it had been painted on with a small delicate brush, her pupil expanded and contracted, causing the many shades of blue to move slightly with it. For just a moment, Vince felt ashamed, confused and angry at this sudden emotion he thought he left behind, Vince stumbled backwards and fled from the feild. | ||||
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. | ||||
Peacemaker waves his peace flag from afar, hoping to attract the zombie's attention. Suddenly, one big zombie looks towards him, and nods. Startled, Peacemaker quickly runs to tell the others the news | ||||
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. | ||||
The man crawled through the jungle, approaching the town, he crawled through a hole in a wooden fence and through a backyard. He was behind enemy lines now, but the enemy was not human. The man switched on his radio. "Sir, I've reached waypoint one, carrying out next objective, over," says the man as silently as he can. "Good work Alpha, it may interest you to know that friendlies have fortified themselves inside a large prison around an hour's run from your present location, over and out," said the colonel. The man called Alpha quickly jumped over a fence and landed on the other side, instantly going prone he surveyed the area. Two zombies were walking the opposite direction. He dared not engage. He crawled across the street and up to the house on the opposite side, he jumped through the open window and walked silently down the stairs into the basement. He pushed a bookcase aside and found a metal door. | ||||
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. | ||||
Alpha knocked twice on the metal door, followed by a whistle, and another three knocks. The door opened with a creek and two men came out aiming their weapons at Alpha. Alpha quickly grabbed one's weapon, punched the other in the face, and kicked the first in the groin. He took the weapon and shot both in the head. Alpha threw the weapon aside and drew a silenced submachine gun. He crouch-walked through the door, shooting two scientists as he walked in. He looked around, it was a brightly lit room with three doors, one to the labs, one to the sleeping quarters, and one to the mess hall. Alpha chose the mess hall and ran in to find three guards with two scientists eating. Alpha quickly shot the stunned scientists and guards, not even sparing the cook. Alpha ran out and over to the labs. Inside were around twenty scientists working on several computers. Alpha locked the only escape and massacred the many scientists. He walked over to a computer and uploaded all data into a small flash drive. He put the flash drive into his backpack. He turned to see one scientist hiding in the corner, Alpha executed him and ran to the sleeping quarters, nobody was there. He did a final check and found that nobody was left, nobody was alive. He had accomplished his missions. Alpha held his index finger to his ear. | ||||
[[ok... alpha has some backround explaining to do, he's kind of invincible...]] | ||||
[[NEVAAAAAAA]] Ernie shoots the zombie with the words Onex written on his shirt in the head, ending the zombie organization.....!!!!!...!!!1shift1!!1! [Yes I was joking and you kind of DID choose to become the ONLY bad guy in a RP that really has no spot for that -_- you kind of made a path by yourself with that XD] Ernie sits around wondering why nothing is happening.....yet | ||||
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