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Post by Commissar on Aug 21, 2007 22:03:23 GMT -5
2 Months after the initial outbreak of infection upon Safron V...
The frontline now stretches along the entire planet, cutting it in half, the bottom of the planet being placed under quarantine, the upper levels of the city being given a curfew and demanding that most men and young boys be drafted to military service. The governor-militant of the planet puts most of the economic wealth into the military. Rather than risk helping the thousands of people still trapped in the quarantine zone he leaves them to starve and fend for themselves against the hordes of infected that now mass in the billions. Although it wasnt the risk of possible loss of troops that provoked him to abandon them to the infected, it was the possibility of an outbreak in the "safe-zone". Most of the population had hold up in the massive high rise buildings, office buildings having been converted to apartments and such. A massive border seperated the line between the safe-zone and the infected hordes. Small pockets of soldiers, caught behind the lines, at a loss of communication, no orders, only the instinct to survive. Many had set up massive bases, remnants of divisions had banded together and made defences by fortifying houses, buildings and combining them with tunnels and trenches, escape routes and hiding places.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 21, 2007 22:24:10 GMT -5
Man...........*sigh* OK. Cant wait!
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Post by Commissar on Aug 21, 2007 23:51:06 GMT -5
What? -sigh-, I know, more zombies.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 22, 2007 15:35:12 GMT -5
no sigh because I like the other safron and then he just dies. Its ok cause this is kewl too!
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Post by Commissar on Aug 23, 2007 14:28:10 GMT -5
Oh, thanks. Well I wanted to make different parts of the story with different characters.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 23, 2007 15:42:42 GMT -5
sok but I really like the sniper one. MAKE MORE ZOMBIES!!!
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Post by Commissar on Aug 23, 2007 16:08:50 GMT -5
I am stationed here at one of these small make-shift forts. We scrounge for food from the surrounding buildings, pulled ammo and weapons from the streets. The officer in charge here, Major West was the most experienced when it came to fighting these monsters, when the first outbreak was reported, he was there, surrounded by them, his command staff had abandoned him. He grabbed his stormbolter and power sword, cutting and shooting a bloody tunnel through the horde surrounding him. While being chased down the streets, he found the treacherous members of his command staff, he shot them on the grounds of treason and kept running through the abandoned cars and other vehicles. The rest of his platoon had taken up positions in the apartments around him, cutting down the infected in a cross-fire as they chased him down the street, just narrowly missing him. Out of the 50 of us from his platoon, we were now down to 14, and the major. Winter was coming, we had felt the first touch of snow in our little bunker. Every once in a while a few squadrons of gunships would fly over us and drop containers of gear, including guns, ammo, and winter equipment for the coming months of winter. One of the massive containers had dropped right through our roof, the grav-shute had a malfunction and sent it flying through the ceiling like a bomb, we opened it up, inside were military issue great coats, fur ushanka caps, gloves, boots and some heavier winter pants. There was more than enough for everyone. Although we wouldnt need this equipment for another few weeks we had taken what we needed and placed it under our bunks.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 23, 2007 20:27:08 GMT -5
MORE!! Wow I think I like this one so far.
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Post by Commissar on Aug 24, 2007 19:25:33 GMT -5
Out of the 14 of us, there were about 10 of us that were just foot soldiers, grunts, there was a medic, his name was actually doc, strange. There was a sniper, his name was Johnny, he wasnt even that great a shot, being a sniper and all... The other 2 were part of a motorized infantry brigade, they had run short of fuel in the middle of a zombie horde and were torn apart in the midst of the chaos, these 2 had escaped by ramming their jeep through and then bailing just in time to have a running start away from the infected. My name is Alexei. The place was ill lit, the electricity had gone out, our generator was reserved for emergency use only, food supplies had dwindled, at least until the fridgedaires had flown from the sky. We had candles at night, in the day time there was little light, all the windows were boarded up, locked. Night and day infected would bang and scratch at the doors, walls and windows. The only place we could really go outside was in the courtyard, and even then there were spaces were the infected could get through, there was a weak spot. The chain link fence between the buildings was weak, we had tunnels underground, but if they got through, we would be screwed and we all knew it too, so it was constantly making us nervous. Almost everything we had for reinforcments had been used on the doors and windows, there wasnt really much we could spare for the fence. We tried using a flame thrower on them, it doesnt do a damned thing, all it does to em' is make them real crispy and smelling like steaks, so it just makes us all really hungry. We tried to conserve ammo by trying to find different ways to kill them at close range, via the open spaces on the windows. Usually it was just using a bayonet and trying to stick them through the eye, but that is easier said than done. Grenades dont do much unless it falls down their shirt and completely blows them apart, aside from that, they are no use, they just spread them around and the noise just attracts more of them.
Winter was coming, there was snow falling from the sky now, alot of it. What would we do for heat? What would we do for food? How long could we last? Would we outlast those creatures? Who knows...
To Be Continued!
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Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 24, 2007 20:10:01 GMT -5
Alexei very russian I like it. Keep goin man!
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Post by Commissar on Aug 25, 2007 17:19:19 GMT -5
2 Weeks later...
I sat on the roof with johnny and doc, johnny was practicing shooting on the infected. We sat around joking and talking for a few hours. There was a sudden noise, it sounded like and engine... A single chimera was rolling down the street, it was literalyl covered with infected. They crawled all over it, their fingernails scaping off on the armoured plating. I grabbed the binoculars from johnny. "What the hell fella?" He said, punching me in the arm. "Shut up man!" I snapped back. I looked through the binoculars at the tank, it was sputtering, running out of gas, it wasnt shooting, was it out of ammo too? Poor bastards I thought. They seemed to be heading towards us. Directly at the fence... "Hey! Hey! Damnit stop! Stop!" Johnny screamed jumping up and down, waving his arms frantically. We tried to warn them, we all shouted and screamed until our voices were hoarse. The fence came crashing down as the chimera smashed through, we stood looking in horror. The tank scraped against the buildings as it sqweezed through. Inside, major west stood up from his chair, put down his book... "What the hell was that?" He shouted, grabbing his autogun and heading through the door. The troops scrambled, everyone headed towards the courtyard and took up gun emplacements. We shot at the infected that sat on the tank, killing them all. More of them jumped and crawled over, dozens of them made it into the courtyard. Major West ran out into the open, bayonet fixed to the end of his autogun firing at them non-stop, his clip ran dry, he was faced with 6 infected, he clubbed a few of them with the butt of his rifle, carving up a few of the others like a turkey. He reloaded, firing at them as they jumped over the chimera. Doc Tossed a board across, connecting the two buildings. "What are you doing doc?"Johnny asked, reloading. "Getting the hell out of here!" He said, looking back behind him. What we hadnt realised was that there were about a dozen infected that had made it to the roof, they had spotted us. Doc ran forward, nearly slipping on the board, I cautiously creeped along behind him, I looked down. "Try not to look down!" The major shouted from below, laughing as he took out another 2 infected. Johnny slung his rifle to his back and leapt across, he grabbed onto the embutment, dangling there for an instant as infected grabbed at his legs and tried to jump at him. He climbed up and knocked over the board, it slid and smashed one of those things in the head, cracking its skull wide open.
One of the doors opened below, Corporal Repet came out weilding a flamethrower, he ran to the tank, torching the infected back, it had little effect but it seemed to keep them at bay for a while... The front hatch opened, the tank crew leapt out, terrified. The troopers in the gun pit opened fire on the infected on the roof, spraying them all over the place in a gorey mess. "What the hell were you thinking?" The major shouted at sergeant of the tank crew, grabbing him by the coller and tossing him to the ground. "I should execute you right now!" He reached for his holster... "In fact...I think I will..." He said. The sergeant pleaded, sobbing and crying. "Distgusting." West said, shooting him between the eyes. We had barricaded the area around the tank, now immobile, it could stop them for now... We tossed the corpses to the infected, they rushed at them like a buffet...
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Post by Cadian 117 on Aug 26, 2007 19:20:08 GMT -5
Ah poor tank crew. Thats awesome though the worst case scenario happened. Haha I loled when it busted through. Nice
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Post by Commissar on Aug 27, 2007 2:17:33 GMT -5
LoL, thanks, I wanted that open area to get busted open.
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Post by Mabus on Aug 27, 2007 12:16:31 GMT -5
Mabey they're down to 14 because of they're crazy officer! Good story.
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Post by Commissar on Aug 27, 2007 20:47:39 GMT -5
LoL, thanks, gonna update soon hopefully.
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Post by Commissar on Sept 5, 2007 1:33:43 GMT -5
We tuned into the news regularly once we raided a nearby apartment, we had gotten a fairly nice monitor, nearly died bringing it back, but we could watch the media reports, see how this global infection was kicking as we kicked back. There were cameras fixed to guns, in the thick of combat, you could see it all, however over all the noises of carnage and violence you could hear the raspy little voice of some snot nosed reporter, acting casual and calm, safe behind the lines while thousands die a day. Between constant attacks a patrol would go by, they would drive down the road in a half track, toting guns and ammo around, usually called death squads, they eliminated any civilians they found, with extreme prejudice. They were always lead by some sick, sadistic commissar, bearing more mental scars than medals, they could be heard from blocks away, screaming orders and shooting anything outside the half track that moved. Johnny stepped up the ladder to the roof, waved his arms and shouted for them to come over. The truck pulled up next to the building, we all got to the roof, helping the troopers onto the rooftop. "What are you soldiers doing here?" The commissar shouted. "Who is in charge of this outfit?" Major West stepped forward, saluted. "Me, sir!" He shouted. "And what do you think you and your men are doing here in this building? You should be fighting, not sitting in luxury while real soldiers of the imperium die!" He screamed at the Major. I nearly laughed at the way he said luxury... "Your all going to be court-marshalled, you stinking bunch of cowards!" He said as he kicked the major in the stomach, dropping him. Johnny and Doc helped him up as they loaded us into the half track at gun point, we didnt even have our guns, we didnt even have our survival packs. They drove us to a secluded area, it was once a stadium for fixed fights, we drove to the center of the complex. They kicked us from the truck. One of the other troopers in our outfit was scratching furiously at his scalp, he had lice, the commissar walked by him, obviously disgusted. Then he backed away, the troopers from the death squad lined up, loading their auto-rifles. We looked around us, there were piles of dead soldiers...their blood was red, not the thick black goo the infected carried in their vains...these troopers were alive when they were shot... "Gentlemen, this is your field punishment..." The commissar said, lighting his cigarette and taking a drag..."I use the word punishment very lightly...you have all been found wanting in the field...how do you plead?" He said, taking in another drag. "Innocent!" Johnny shouted. "we were just surviving!" "Is that so?" The commissar said back to him in a cynical tone. He drew his pistol and took aim at johnny. Johnny took off his cap, he was almost in tears, none of us wanted to die at the hands of our comrades. All of a sudden the major drew a large autopistol, none of us had seen where he had hidden it, he blew the commissars brains all over the side of the half track. "Filthy bastards!" He yelled, ripping the autogun away from one of the enemy troopers and spraying a hail of bullets at the rest, one of them had shot doc before finally dying, got him right in between the eyes...doc was dead... The Major was almost laughing...had he truly snapped? Obviously... Johnny collapsed, nearly in tears after the whole ordeal, the others had either fled or grabbed autorifles and took a seat on the half track. In a few minutes johnny recovered, he took the wheel, I sat in the passengers seat. The Major had tied one of the wounded, but surviving death squad troopers to a post near the center of the stadium as infected could be heard in the corridors around the building. He screamed so loud and for so long... We drove out the same way we came in, it was time to relocate... I took one last look behind us, about a dozen infected ripped the poor bastard to pieces, leaving a bloodied ribcage with a head on top...no expression...no face... We took off down the street full speed...
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Post by Cadian 117 on Sept 5, 2007 10:19:23 GMT -5
Uh,I just got the chills. nuff said
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Post by Commissar on Sept 5, 2007 12:14:04 GMT -5
Is that good?
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Post by Cadian 117 on Sept 5, 2007 19:18:30 GMT -5
I think as far as zombies are concerned I think its a good thing
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Post by Commissar on Sept 6, 2007 7:16:47 GMT -5
LoL, thanks, I think its a good thing either way.
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Post by Mabus on Sept 6, 2007 14:49:18 GMT -5
LOL, zombies are great.........can't beat 'em. Well, withought the aid of a stick at least...........
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Post by Cadian 117 on Sept 6, 2007 16:16:31 GMT -5
Ha nice. Ya those death squads sound mean.
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Post by Commissar on Sept 6, 2007 16:27:05 GMT -5
yes, they are cruel and unusual.
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Post by Commissar on Sept 7, 2007 23:11:39 GMT -5
The half track seemed to absorb every bump in the road, every pebble and bloody ammo casing. "Major." One of the troopers spoke up. "Yes, private?" He responded. "Where did you hide that autopistol?" The trooper said, motioning to the large pistol the major clasped. "An officer always keeps a backup weapon trooper." We kept on going, we made it all the way to the southern core of the city by night fall. The street lights were not active, no lights could be seen aside from a few buildings running off of a generator or its own self sufficient solar panels. Some of the survivors could be seen, small glows from windows could be seen, people had resorted to candle light and flash lights. The devastation was horrendous. The infection had started here, it was where everything went wrong, abandoned APC's, Gun Carriers, Half-tracks, even large battle tanks had been left crewless...there was blood spattered on the rims of tank cupola, blood sprayed on the wind shields of the half-tracks and jeeps, it was a gorey mess. Corpses littered the streets, both soldiers and civilians, many of the civilians had leapt from their windows, killed themselves or left themselves horribly crippled below, just waiting to get eaten by those creatures as they writhe in pain and agony on the cold, hard pavement. The place was curiously quiet...we all knew it too, we looked at eachother, scared, nervous and furious that we were trapped in this living hell all thanks to the Imperial system. "Well, sir, what do we do?" "Scout the area." The major replied. "I want teams of 2...split up." Me and Johnny stepped from the half track and started walking, Johnny kept rambling on about the "creepiness" of the area... I nearly laughed myself to tears.
We walked down one of the narrower streets, at the end was a destroyed jeep, there was a side entrance to one of the apartments, we slid the door open and looked inside, it was ill lit but people had set candles along the shelves on the wall. It started to rain outside. "Hello?" I said, it echoed down the hall. "That's not how you do it Alexei!" He said, jokingly. "HELLO?" He shouts in such a loud voice you could swear it could have been heard at the Northern Core. We heard shouts, not sure if they were human or infected we got ready to open the door and get the hell out anyways. At the end of the hall was the staircase, in front of it a large glass wall with a push door, under closer inspection we saw it was covered in bloody hand prints and was pock marked with bullet holes. We could see legs descending the stairs... Johnny took out his flashlight and lit up the hall way, those were infected coming at us... "Good job, Johnny!" I said to him as the infected smashed through the door and raced towards us. "Now watch!" He snapped back, pulling out a few crack grenades, pulling the pin on one and then the other, tossing them down the hall at those bastards. We stepped outside, closing the door behind us, we could hear screaching and gurgling...it smelt horrid. He ripped open the door, smoke escaped into the vents, we could see the silhouette of dozens more coming our way, screaming and moaning. "Oh my god!" Johnny yelped, slamming the door. "lets get the hell outta here!!!" "What about the major and the others?" I asked quickly as we ran down the street. "Use your helmets radio!" He said, adjusting his fydora. "Major! Major! We need to get the hell outta here!" I shouted into the comm. link. "I copy Alex, we've got about a hundred of them on our ass!" He replied. "Meet us back at the track!"
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Post by Cadian 117 on Sept 9, 2007 18:00:16 GMT -5
Real good. I like the "2 man teams" haha. The mustve known they were screwed then. Anyways a "Crack grenade" Is spelled "Krack" so it doesnt look like a drug. Good Job.
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