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 Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 9:50 pm
Faytar -stands on his own- thanks for the help, -looks at the touch screen again- seems everything is back to normal didnt catch your name -hears cry for help- sounds like some one is in need of aid "Dart... Dart Lionguard, lets go." Dart states before holstering his Thompson and pulling out his rifle.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 11:56 pm
"This is Leon J. O' Connor. If you somehow find this tape, hopefully you don't see my dead body nearby. I spent nearly 8 years in the military, so maybe I'll have a chance. If you do find my body, you'll see many scars... Battle wounds, and my dogtags. I never take them off. If were to have seen the things I've seen, you would need a shrink for the rest of your life... Especially what I'm seeing right now. By the time some gets this, you'll know the horrors I, and so many others, faced. And I pray that these things will be extinct by then. s**t, the battery is low... L.J.O. signing off." Leon clicked the stop button the tape recorder. He laid the recorder on the window sill infront of him. The crowds of zombies swarmed around another victim. They ate, like savages. And to imagine, they were once human. Despite their bloodstained bodies and deep gashes, he was fascinated by them. He wanted to find a cure and send them all to hell. Since that day would never come, instead he watched their habits.
Several screams filled the small town. Leon had the worst headache in the world possible, or so he thought. He popped the lid open on the aspirin bottle, that was already laying in his lap, and counted the remaining pills. Ten were left. Too bad he didn't have his morphine needle with him anymore. He screwed the lid back on and shoved the bottle into his bag. He looked out the window again. More herds of zombies had crowded around their lunch. It must've been elderly special today because thats the only people that were stupid enough to go out of their homes. Then he got to thinking. Those elders probably had rich one story homes, and they probably got invaded by zombies. Leon began to appreciate the fact that even though his apartment was shitty, it was on the second floor. He climbed out of his bean bag chair and went to his bedroom/kitchen. He opened up the fridge and looked inside. He could smell that the milk had gone rotten. He reached out and grabbed a loaf of bread. It was the only non-rotten food he had left. That and some vodka. He spun around and kicked the fridge door closed. He returned back to his bean bag chair. Once comfortable, he un tiwsted the bread tie and pulled two slices of bread out. He folded the first piece together and took a bite, chewed and swallowed. He repeated the process twice, before beginning on the last slice.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 12:18 am
nice to meet you -hits the touch screen and pulls the sleeve back down- takes off in the direction of the call for help, scythe at the ready-
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2007 7:49 pm
Once done with his snack, Leon twisted the bread tie back on. He held open the bag while he stuffed the bread inside. He looked at the bottom of the bag. His six clips were still in. Just like he planned. He pulled out one clip and stored it in his jacket pocket. He would be needing it. He climbed out once again and walked over to his dresser. He opened up the middle drawer and gently lifted out his M4. This gun, saved his life countless times, not to mention how lives he killed with it. He laid it on top of the dresser and pulled out his combat jacket underneath. It still had the Captain insignia. He put the jacket on and zipped it up. The last thing in the drawer, his helmet. He picked up the helmet and looked at it. It still had the number 450. That was rough guess as to how mant times the enemy felt the pain of bullets in their heads, thanks to Leon.
He laid the helmet on his head and buckled the strap together. He would probably be mistaken for a solider in active duty. He picked up the M4 and walked back over to the fridge. He opened it and grabbed his vodka bottle. Back at his backpack, he had just finished stickign the bottle in a pocket made for bottles. He zipped up the bag and sat back down. He would leave once he saw that the zombies were moving away. "OH! ******** tag team on his a**!" he cried out. Two zombies had just attacked some guy. One unleashed a terrible bite while the other went for his legs. It was like extreme wrestling, just not fixed. He began to wonder about the gangsters, no, 'gangstas'. He wondered if they could truly handle a TMP and survive and if they had some things worth stealing. Then he he began to think about what he was going to do. What, kill all of the zombies yourself? Impossible. Might aswell meet up with other live people and steal their things right from underneath their noses. He shook his head and got back up. He slid the straps of his bag over his chest and held onto his M4. He opened up the door and walked out into the hall.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 1:34 am
Name: Leah
Rank: Medic/cheif of surgery
Speciality: Surgery
Weapon: Magic Wand, guns
Current location: North Hills, CA
Mode of transportation: clouds
Sypnosis: I was a medic on the defence force previously in the Racoon City zombie outbreak. I was trained to handle any situation, live in any climate, terrain, or surroundings. I was trained to be resourceful and always come with at least 2 back up plans in case the 1st one should backfire. You could say that I am a navy seal, or a PJ. I always carry a shoulder pack full of medical supplies and canned goods, so I'll always be ready for it if it should happen a second time. Well that time came when I was at home reading quietly. I heard footsteps coming closer to my home. I got up and stealthily ran behind my couch waiting to see if the intruder was of any potentional danger to them or myself. It came closer and I recognized it to be a zombie. I ran still in my medical scrubs grabed a cloak and headed up the stairs and out my window via clouds, where I was going I knew not. Maybe in search of my fellow defence force operatives, to formulate a plan to destroy these zombies once and for all. I will be in contact with you all sometime soon, where I will tell you of a location where all members can come and I can heal you, of your injuries if you so desire.
Best wishes for your own survival,
ZDF Medic: Leah
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 3:07 am
*Uses her psychic powers to contact all ZDF operatives* "Attention all ZDF operatives I have found a location that will be safe enough for us to talk and lodge at for a while, and take care of the sick and injured, while we formulate a plan to take down the zombies. I have secured the area, and the place itself with magic spells that way the enemy will not be able to locate us at all, or walk right past us and not even know it. I have everything set up, electronics, food, drink, cooking utensils and appliances, toys, office supplies, furniture, candy, yes cigarrettes, weapons, amunition, and for me lots of medical supplies and anything else yourself or I could think of. You could think of it as a Costco super store if you want. I will be sending my clouds to collect all of you imediately from where ever your current location is, even if you are inside of a building hiding from zombies with no way out. My clouds are very intelligent and lets just say they will find a way to get anyone out of anywhere. Once you get off you will see a small hut and that is where I will be waiting for you, the first 4 or 5 people to arrive will come with me down to the base the rest of you who arive later will only have to close the door to the hut, move a sofa and jump down the shute, where one of my clouds will stay and catch all of you as you come down the shute. Don't worry about putting the sofa back I put spells on the hut so that no one could find or get inside of it even if they tried, unless you were a ZDF operative, so don't worry about zombies finding us. I suspect that Jesse and Brom are in the worst condition. If you two can hear me I'm looking forward to treating both of your bites, and injuries, I do have a cure so come as fast as you can on my clouds, as well as anyone else who has injuries or zombie bites. I look forward to meeting all of you. ^_____^
END OF TRANSMISSION LEAH OUT."
*Leah waits in the hut on her cloud for some ZDF operatives to come*
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 5:08 pm
Name: Dante Age: 22 Info: Wears Katana Unit fatigues: Black jumpsuit, black boots, white hand wraps black skimask, black S.W.A.T. helmet, and full gas mask. Abilitys: Lock picking, good aim, weapon specialist, recon specialist. History: Was part of the Katana Unit after the outbreak, there were 3 other squads biggrin agger, Broadsword, and Rapier. The rest of his team were swarmed over and he alone escaped, he didn't know if any of the other teams had survived or not. Equipment: Weapons: Heckler and Koch USC- USCHeckler and Koch USP w/ Suppressor- USPblack butterfly knife Tools: Flashlight, lockpick, and radio Gear: Gas mask- Gas maskBackpack Appearance when in combat- CombatWhen traveling- TravelDante heard the transmission and shrugged it off, he wasnt hurt and didnt need asisstance. He walked into a decaying building with his usc on his back and his usp in his hands. he walked into a "kitchen" and looked for food, that wasnt rotten, he found nothing then walked upstairs. when he got to the top floor he looked out of the window and saw fog coming in from all sides. the window exploded and fog grabbed him by the waist and took him away. he fainted and all he saw was darkness.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2007 11:54 am
Name: Jak Valentine
Age: 19
Info: Wears a long trench coat with shades. black shirt, black pants, crimson spiked hair and black military boots and dog tags and full body armor w/ movable joints.
Ability's: focus shot (allows to never miss when focusing), long jump, rapid reload, rapid draw, hack, lock break, sneak, weapons smith.
History: trained in the military from age 3, he was part of an elite unit that was killed after the out break started, his unit was the 13th attempt to get into the hive, he now sits on buildings and guides people to safe houses.
Equipment: .50 cal. sniper rifle, .50AE desert eagles knives, bandage pack, laptop, hunting knife, suppressors, welding kit, and bullet making supplies.
(hears call over com) *Looks through scope and to right* wow... why are they fighting... and what is that guy doing going through the hall, o, the front doors are locked... *throws pop it down ally way... hordes of zombies swarm to it*
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 11:54 pm
*ShadowOwl goes on her cloud and searches for some zombies, in the park. She spots some and they spot her. They start coming towards her. She gets out her wands and yells, "Imobillious!" And their all still. She then Procedes to get out her tommy gun and shoots the zombies where they stand. Then she jumps up into the air and her cloud catches her and she goes in search of some zombies.*
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 8:47 pm
*suddenly another explosion goes of and another building is destroyed*
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