So most you guys are out of grenades. and some of you were throwing nades you didn't have. But i'll let it slide
HAVEN. Chapter One: Dead Men Walking. (Started)
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"Who the hell has the damn grenade launcher?!?! Were working on borrowed time!" Jason yelled as he blasted down two zombies approaching him.
with everyone outside Mark took aim, he elevated the launcher to an angle that would ensure the grenade cleared a good 500 Yards before hitting the ground. "Firing, get ready to run for it!" He yelled as he pulled the trigger. The grenade launched with a *thump*, it hit the ground with a gentle *crump* bearly heard in the distance.
The zombies began to charge with a fevered determination, clawing over one another and running throw sheet glass windows. The squad saw hundreds of zombies from the surrounding area charge. After the mass had cleared Wolf radioed.
"The zombies scattered, hopefully you didn't place the O.S. Shells to close by. I'm about 100 meters north, follow the zombies bodies and you'll find me." The radio coughed static and fell silent.
"The zombies scattered, hopefully you didn't place the O.S. Shells to close by. I'm about 100 meters north, follow the zombies bodies and you'll find me." The radio coughed static and fell silent.
"Well, looks like we have some orders" Jason said, turning north. "Is that scientists still in one piece?"
Joseph pulled out his machette and his M1911. No way in hell am I going down. He thought to himself. No, fucking, way.
"Covering fire!" He shouted, and leaned out the safe door. Right as he swung around, a zombie was looking right at him, a red glow in his eyes, drooling. Savoring the meal to come.
"Shit." He thought out loud. The zombie jumped at him. The monstrosity cut his arm just above the elbow. Searing pain lept up his arm.
"Fuck!" He didn't think twice he swung his machette back and cought the zombie in the shins, removing it's legs. But it wasn't dead. He stratled him and stabed it at the base of the skull,right where the cerabellum was. It went limp. Dead, blood splattering his face. The addreniline flowing, he got up, and switched to his M4, switched it to semi-auto, and began periodically picking off zombies, like a machine, he fired. Crack, crack, crack. Reloading with super human speed. The zombies were still advancing, one got close, Joseph didn't waste a round on it, he threw his machette at it. Spinning, sparkling in what little light there was. It connected with a wet thump. right on target, strait through the ceribellum.
"Oh, hell yeah!" He yelled. "Buisness is good today!" He kept fighting.
<spoiler=OCC>That's right, I'm back
"Covering fire!" He shouted, and leaned out the safe door. Right as he swung around, a zombie was looking right at him, a red glow in his eyes, drooling. Savoring the meal to come.
"Shit." He thought out loud. The zombie jumped at him. The monstrosity cut his arm just above the elbow. Searing pain lept up his arm.
"Fuck!" He didn't think twice he swung his machette back and cought the zombie in the shins, removing it's legs. But it wasn't dead. He stratled him and stabed it at the base of the skull,right where the cerabellum was. It went limp. Dead, blood splattering his face. The addreniline flowing, he got up, and switched to his M4, switched it to semi-auto, and began periodically picking off zombies, like a machine, he fired. Crack, crack, crack. Reloading with super human speed. The zombies were still advancing, one got close, Joseph didn't waste a round on it, he threw his machette at it. Spinning, sparkling in what little light there was. It connected with a wet thump. right on target, strait through the ceribellum.
"Oh, hell yeah!" He yelled. "Buisness is good today!" He kept fighting.
<spoiler=OCC>That's right, I'm back
As the zombies ran off a good distance, Jason walked back into the bank. He looked over the squad. "We had best get moving" he said outloud. Then he saw the large cut on Josephs arm. "Woah." He said, pointing at it. "Did you get bit?"
"Nah, just a scratch." He replied. "I'm immune, so it isn't a problem. You should see the other guy." He continued, pointing to the remains of the zombie.
"The bastard put up a good fight, but he was no match for this son of a *****!" He said flexing his wounded arm, blood oozing from the wound, it was deep, no doubt. He would need a med-kit.
"Hey, you got a med-kit?" Joseph asked.
"The bastard put up a good fight, but he was no match for this son of a *****!" He said flexing his wounded arm, blood oozing from the wound, it was deep, no doubt. He would need a med-kit.
"Hey, you got a med-kit?" Joseph asked.
"Hold on, I think I got some in the bag." Gumbo said as he slung the back onto the floor. He took off the gas mask. "Man, I cannot breath in that thing!" He looked up to see everyone staring at him. And some guns were staring at him too. "Hold on now, I'm Immune. Them stupid Immunes make me wear that so I don't get treated like them."
"Boy, You bettr give me a reason not to put a round in your skull." Joseph said. "I don't care if your immune or not." He continued as he pressed the Barrel of his M4 in to Gumbos cheek.
"Give me that god damn med-kit." He said finally, grabbing the med-kit out of Gumbos' hands.
"Give me that god damn med-kit." He said finally, grabbing the med-kit out of Gumbos' hands.
Jason watched the scene unfold. "Can't we all just chill? Yes we hate the infection, but out here, we have enough problems without us killing each other. If he starts to turn, we shall shoot him. But right now, he looks human to me, and isn't showing any signs. So lets just lower the guns and get back to the mission." Jason said. He then walked away from the vault and began to look at the security cameras in the bank. The alarm system seemed to be long broken, but the cameras still looked functional. "Could probably sell this" he thought to himself as he cut it out of the wall and put it in his bag.
"Yeah, well... I'll be keeping an eye on you Gumbo." Joseph said. He walked out of the safe, with his M4 up. He swept the bank, making sure that there wasn't any infected left.
"Seems clear, keep sharp." He continued to sweep the bank. About fifteen minutes later, satisfied with the sweep, he tried the comms.
"To any United States Army personel, this is Second Lieutenant Joseph Galland, please respond." He said into the comms. two minutes went by, no answer. He decided to try the Captain.
"Captain Wolfe, this is Lieutenant Galland, we need orders sir, coordinates to the meateor, anything. Sir, are you there?" He gave up, no answer, but then again, these were short range radios, they only had a range of six hundred yards. The basterd could be anywhere by now. Hell, he could have just headed back to HAVEN and left them all for dead. He made a decision.
"Okay boys, listen up." He began. "Since I can't seem to reach the Captain, I'm going to have to pull rank." He continued. "Warrent Officer, Your second in command, Specialist Harrington, Your in charge of the civilians. I really hate doing this but." He puased. "This shit's only gonna get worse, that means no wondering off, no fighting, and there will be no looting of any kind, that means you Jason." He said eyeing him as he put a security camera into his bag. He couldn't blame him, he probobly needed to make a living back in HAVEN, but he had to keep order.
"We need to find a place to fortify for the night, a mini-mart or a grocery store. But it's getting dark and we have no night vision equipment on us, so we have to move now." He finished. Everyone was staring at him in disbelief. Galland did something most of the teenagers at HAVEN would call a facepalm.
"Lets move people, I won't hesatate to shoot you for insubordination, so GET GOING!" He added...
"Seems clear, keep sharp." He continued to sweep the bank. About fifteen minutes later, satisfied with the sweep, he tried the comms.
"To any United States Army personel, this is Second Lieutenant Joseph Galland, please respond." He said into the comms. two minutes went by, no answer. He decided to try the Captain.
"Captain Wolfe, this is Lieutenant Galland, we need orders sir, coordinates to the meateor, anything. Sir, are you there?" He gave up, no answer, but then again, these were short range radios, they only had a range of six hundred yards. The basterd could be anywhere by now. Hell, he could have just headed back to HAVEN and left them all for dead. He made a decision.
"Okay boys, listen up." He began. "Since I can't seem to reach the Captain, I'm going to have to pull rank." He continued. "Warrent Officer, Your second in command, Specialist Harrington, Your in charge of the civilians. I really hate doing this but." He puased. "This shit's only gonna get worse, that means no wondering off, no fighting, and there will be no looting of any kind, that means you Jason." He said eyeing him as he put a security camera into his bag. He couldn't blame him, he probobly needed to make a living back in HAVEN, but he had to keep order.
"We need to find a place to fortify for the night, a mini-mart or a grocery store. But it's getting dark and we have no night vision equipment on us, so we have to move now." He finished. Everyone was staring at him in disbelief. Galland did something most of the teenagers at HAVEN would call a facepalm.
"Lets move people, I won't hesatate to shoot you for insubordination, so GET GOING!" He added...
I gave you all a radio transmission telling you to move 100 meters to the north where the Captain is waiting for the plot to start again. Its that little waypoint marker on your map.
Your battle took moments, the longest time to elapse in the game was the walk and the hour it took to be ready. The suns still bright and shinning and i have a HAVEN watch tower for you boys to spend the night in so i dont have to spam zombies
"What the fuck is keeping you boys? Have you sorry good for nothings turned already?" came Wolf's voice over the radio.
"Liutenant! Captins ordering us to meet him 100 meters to the north, did you not hear the message sir?" Mark called out. "Harrington lets keep the scientist between us"
