He snicked at her " a b!tch to, hey Joe you really think shes 21 ?" he shook his head. He looked at his watch. He headed out after paying for the beer. He was late. He got in his car and started it. He headed home. After bout 20 minutes he reached his place. He walked in and locked the door. He was tired. He plopped on his bed. " normal day........agian"
After Russ finished his meal, he got back in his car, and started to drive back home. Russ pulled out of the parking lot. Suddenly in the middle of the road, a man appeared. He did not have time to hit the break, and he hit the man and sent him flying. Russ quickly stepped out of his car and over to the body. He looked around. No one. Russ grabbed the body and started to drag him to his trunk. Once open, he placed the body in it, and slammed the trunk.
After an hour he reached his military paid house. Though he had spent more time in the boiler room, this was his true home. Russ pulled into the garage and closed the garage door. He started to pace.
"Oh jeeze... oh jeeze. I am so f@cked," Russ started to panic." They're gunna notice a man missing. Last seen at a Wendys. Oh... sh!t." Russ had paid with a credit card. They had his name on record if they checked the stores. A noise came from the trunk of his car. Faint moaning and pounding. Russ grabbed a chair and dragged it near his car. It fell over as he panicked.
He opened the trunk of his car, and grabbed one of the legs of the man. Russ pulled the man over to the chair, who was swinging his arms weakly. Near the front of the garage Russ grabbed tape, and started to rap it around the badly wounded man. After his arms and legs were rapped up, he started for the mouth. He hissed at bit at him.
"Gunna play hard ball eh?" Russ asked to man. Russ stuck a red ball into his mouth, and rapped the tape around his head.
Name: Carlos Montoya
Age: 26
Height: 6'2ft
Weight: 218lbs
Job: Drug Lord
Looks:
Backround: Born into the drug world, Carlos has always got what he wanted. Second to only his father, his name brings fear to most of the South America, ruthless and emotionless the man is wanted by federal agents for multiple cases for suspicion of murder, including that of US FBI agents. The Cuban born Drug Lord is constantly under surveillance by his own personal security guards which usually consist of former Navy Seals or Special Forces Operatives. However, on his latest Journey to visit his Uncle in Cambodia, he has decided to travel alone.
Weapon: Modified Smith & Wesson Magnum Revolver (Name carved into the side)
(( sweet more peps ^__^ Honky good Character. )) Rand woke up. It was early in the morning, about 10:31. He looked at the sky. It was redish " huh ?" He never knew the sky could be this color. He took out his didgital camera and took a picture of the sky. His stomach growled. He went got a bowl of cereal. He needed to go shoping now. He hates having to get grocerys.
After he ate, he was going to head out to his day time job at Homo Depot but for some reason he felt sick. He needed the money so he ignored it. He walked out side. It was almost cold out. The wind blew hard. He got into his car and started it " o shit " He put the car in park and closed and locked the apartment door. He ran back into his car and headed off. He listened to the news on the radio. " another acident on (A1A we can say). He got to were the accident was.
There was a van smashed into the wall. Next to it was a blue truck that was flipped and 2 cars smashed along it. " Cant people learn to drive !!" He said. The sky , he just had remembered what it ment now. He remembered back to when he was 6. The day all America locked down. Because of an incident. He didnt know much about it. But he knew it was bad.
Day 1, Northern Cambodia
"Uncle Eddy!!!" says Carlos, arms wide open as he walks into the lounge. "Carlos m'boy, long time no see.." says Eddy Montoya, Uncle to Carlos, Young brother Carlos' father Hecta, also one of Cambodias top crime lords.
"Indeed, too long too long, father has been very worried about you unc'" says Carlos as the two hug. They release and Eddy speaks "Why's my brother worried about me now, you tell that son of a b1tch not to worry about his brother, and start worrying about you y'know, sooner or later you'll give the man a heart attack with the money you're earning him.." says Eddy.
"Hahahahaha that'll never happen to pops..hahaha..." says Carlos, a large grin on his face, his right arm moving into his jacket.
"...hahaha, why's that?" says Carlos. " "hahahahaha because I broke his f*cken neck..." Says Carlos as he reveals his custom sidearm blasting his uncle once in the chest sending him flying a back.
"Piece of sh*t, you were planning on stabbing me in the back a long time ago old man, you think i'm f*cken stupid, say hello to my father!!" Carlos extends his arm, taking aim at his dying uncles head. "May god go with you....." mutters his uncle before the room is filled with blood.
Eddies men come running in, and upon seeing it they do nothing, these men, serving under Eddy for nearly a decade marely ask "Now what..?".
Carlos reaches into his Uncles pocket and takes out a cigarette, he places it between his lips and speaks "You get the f*ck outter here and meet me at the airstrip, we've got work to do...." says Carlos, the men without a word storm out and jump in their vehicles and are gone under minute. Carlos lights up a cigarette using his uncles lighter and then switches on the TV. On every channel he hears the same story, something about a virus.
"What the f*ck is this shit?" says Carlos before taking another puff. He turns the volume up.
He hears it being something about people attacking people, villagers being cleared. The military being called in and evacuations. Carlos begins to listen in more intently before he hears banging at the back door. Carlos stands up and switches the TV off, he slowly begins to walk to the door his gun drawn.
"I told you c*nts to get the f*ck outter here and meet me at the airstrip" a hint of anger in his usually calm voice.
He hears unhumanly screams, scream of anger. Almost like hissing.
"I told you to f*ck off!!"
Carlos blasts the door three times, for a minute there is silence.
"Piece of sh*t.."
He picks up his uncles wallet and removes some loose US notes which he slips into jacket pocket. He also removes a note with an address and name on it.
"Tina...Tulka........you're the little b*tch responsible for a large sum of my money not coming to me...."
Carlos fold the piece of paper and puts it in his pocket. Suddenly he hears the screeching from outside again, he looks at the door, confused. He opens the chamber to his revolver and begins to reload it.
"You got body armor...that's right......well I got a special friend for you...."
Suddenly Carlos stops, in a split second he makes eye contact with the person outside, just through a small bullet but large enough for him to see that hwatever it was it isn't human.
"What the f*ck is wrong with that guy...?"
Carlos grabs a jacket from the rack and begins to leave through the front door, he sees a small group of people all crouched over something all moaning. Carlos senses something wrong and sneaks past the crowd into his 4WD Truck. As he starts the engine he notices the people are all now standing, looking at him. Blood smeared around their cheeks and chins.
"What the f*ck is going on in this piece of sh*t country?" Says Carlos as he floors it out of their. Onto the back roads.
20 minutes later, Carlos arrives to his personal jet, readdy for prep with his men armed with assault rifles. They look startled and his chief of staff Hugo approaches his vehicle.
"Sir, some weird sh*t's going down here..." Says Hugo, dripping with sweat.
"No f*cken sh*t, crazymother f*ckers were at my uncles, they must have been foreign or something, dumb sh*ts..." Says Carlos as he gets out of the vehicle. He swings his jacket on smoothly and walks towards the plane.
"Hugo, I have some unfinished business here in Cambodia with a few of my uncles dear friends, pay them a visit and send them me deepest regards..." Says Carlos as he enters the plane.
"Oh, one more thing, make sure they suffer....." Carlos smirks.
"Sir, where are you going anyway....?"
"I'm gonna pay a little tac in ass a visit.." Carlos smirks and the planes door is shut behind him. In a few minutes he is in the air, heading towards America, looking for a little revenge.
The flight was fast for Carlos, he's now been in the country for nearly eight hours and after attepting to speak with Hugo who wouldn't his phone Carlos seemed quite angry. He asked for his driver to pull over on the side of the road where he could stretch and catch his breath. He saw up the road an accident but figured he'd wait until it settled, he was a patient, even after his long flight.
"Ayayay f*cken Americans need to learn to drive...." Mutters Carlos as he grabs a cigarette.
As he begins to pace around the sidewalk he sees something familiar on TV playing in a store, pictures and videos of Cambodia. Carlos recognises some places, he sees his Uncles estate where he was only a few hours earler, their are armed guards in NBC suits with bodies lying everywhere.
"What the f*ck...." Whispers Carlos to himself. The cigarette drops from his mouth.
The TV shows pictures of the people he saw, their eyes so pale, they look lost and angry. Carlos recognises one, it's Hugo, he has a huge gash on his neck and is walking around like a mindless corpse.
"H...H...Hugo......"
He starts seeing more pictures of rats being tested and shown a map of South America and some of North America with red blobs on it.
"What the f*ck....."
Carlos stands on the sidewalk watching the TV through the window for some time.
Russ had watched the man all night. He hadn't gone to sleep either. The man continued to struggle. Russ had worried he'd break the tape, but luckily the tape held strong. He headed inside to grab some breakfast. Inside the house, it seemed freezing cold. Once inside the kitchen he started rummaging for food.
Russ sat down at his small table and started to eat a bowl of cereal. A loud crack came from the garage. He grabbed his magnum from inside his coat pocket as he made his way to the garage. It was almost empty except for the car, and a shattered seat.
"Oh sh!t sh!t sh!t," Russ had started to panic again. The garage hadn't been open, so the man must be roaming in his house. Russ ran back into the house. He checked his weapons room, but no sign of the man. Loud footsteps could be heard behind Russ.
Russ turned around quickly to see the man. He fired a round into the mans head as it charged at him. It fell lifeless to the ground.
((Uhh..dude you put you work at HOMO DEPOT. LOL.))
((Also, since I am the only one with a good understanding of how this all starts I'll trigger the attack.))
Jacob arrived quickly at the base and answered a call sent in by his superiors. "Sir, you requested to see me andmy navigator?" His Commander looked over at him. "Book, you are being ordered to neutralize this Cambodian fighter Jet. We believe it may be carrying some very deadly contagions onboard." Jacob saluted. "Consider that jet neutralized, Sir!" Jacob quickly rushed out to his quarters to get prepped for the take-off. Once he had done so he moved to his F-10 Hornet and got inside. Now tha tthe jet was ready to go he got the green light and started his ascent.
Carlos stands their, confused at what's going on. He reaches back into his pocket and pulls out another cigarette.
"What the f*ck is going on?"
Carlos lights up the cigarette and takes a small puff, he checks the time.
"Ayayay I better find that b*tch quickly...."
He takes another puff and then speaks.
"I don't like it here in this f*cken country.....too many pigs..............too many wolves........"
Carlos jumps back in the limo, and signals to the driver to go around.
(I guess I'll try to join)
Name: Julio Drews
Age: 17
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 175
Job: none
Looks: caramel skin tone, always seen wearing a do-rag with his braids hanging halfway to the mid section of his back. pretty muscled and broad shoulders. brown eyes. (could a mediocre descriptiong work 😖 )
Backround: His senior high school year, highly recruited player coming off of runningback. He became pretty famous through his friends posting videos of him his freshman year through youtube and is now a 5 star runningback with 4.12 40 speed. He was a real soft person until his parents decided to sign him up for football and still retains a little of that softness. He is also a smart student holding a 5.5 GPA just has a little trouble remembering things weeks later causing exam problems. Does not live with his parents after being kicked out due to his old friends constantly robbing his house and breaking in just to play a game, now lives in an apartment complex with the bills and food needed being paid for by his parents.
Jacob and his pilot grew ever closer to the imidentified Cambodian aeronautical craft. "We're going to end up meeting nose to nose." The pilot fipped a switch that armed missles on both wings. "Acknowledged." Jacob could feel deep down that something was going to happen that would throw everything to hell. "Twelve miles and closing. Enemy target has come into view." The pilot adjusted the radio and was waiting. "Hailing the unknown craft." Jacob took a long look as the crafts both came closer. "They have modified S.A.M.s equipped." The pilot looked back. "Hope they plan to use them." A small burst of flame shot out from the enemy craft and a high pitched alarm went off in the cockpit of the F-10 Hornet. "OH SHIT, WE'RE BEING PAINTED!" The pilot looked at the controls and reacted. "Attempted basic escpae manuvers." The Jet twisted and arched into the air as the SAM flew past them. To the dismay of Jacob and the pilot, the missle turned around and headed for them again. "We got a seeker!" By now both jets had crossed paths and over shot eachother. "We've got a second SAM! Three miles and closing." Sweat started to drip down from Jacob's brow as both missles came deathly close to them. "Deploying distraction flares!" A volley of glowing red lights came down from the jet but the missles ignored them and kept going. "Maybe we can try a fireball?" "Worth a shot." "Prepping... NOW!" The pilot jerked a switch back that released the fuel tanks and sent them hurdling to earth where one made a heavy impact but did not go off. The second however hit the ground and sent up a magnificent explosion. Both missles passes the jet and headed for the fire. One of the missles successfully went off as planned but the other retargeted the F-10 Hornet. "It's locked on again!" Before he could say anything else the cap of the missle blew off and a small shot off steel pellots tore threw the jet and knocked out the steering. "Dam-" A firball flew up behind the jet and blew the front section off of the rest of the jet. "Eject, eject!" Jacob pulled back on the small lever beside his seat and the canopy of the jet was forced off and he was launched into the air. The pilot did the same but his leg was injured during the crash. Jacob's parachute deployed and he quickly but safely landed on the ground once again. His radio chattered to life. "-peat, the enemy jet has dropped it's payload in a large city 178 miles away. I repeat, the enem-" His radio cut out an dhis next mission was to find his pilot.
Drews lined up in the backfield staring down the entire defense as the linebacker and secondary crew all switched over positions to the 2 audbiles trying to keep the offensive line off balance.
'SET!'
Drews saw a little weakness from off of one of the players, he knew he couldn't even get close to touching him and the corner wasn't nowhere near typical deepback speed.
'13! 2!'
The QB yelled out the numbers taking the snap from the I-formation, the fullback shot to the outside shoulder of the tackle and was quickly followed by drews he blew past the linebackers, the corner, and made a simple stutter step against the safety causing him to trip himself as drews scampered by for a touchdown. The defensive coach came over in a rage while the offensive back coach and head coach was laughing.
'What in God's name just happened there!? They just told ya'll the damned play! know what, I want all defensive players after practice.'
Drews walked back to the huddle like nothing happened, like the touchdown didn't even count but, really to him it didn't their team may have the best player but, not the best team overall. He kept thinking to himself only about a hour of less of practice then he can go home and rest.
Jacob's eyes opened to sandy backdrop, with smoke billowing out from the crash of his jet. "I must have gone unconcious after I touched down." After releasing the safety harness he stood up and wobbled for a few steps before he felt that he had regained his balance. The world seemed a little bright and hard to make out for a moment before he blinked and everything started to go back to normal. A slight ringing could also be heard but it seemed to be coming from his inner ear. "Looks like the crash threw me into shell-shock..." He could taste blood so he decided to see if he had any injuries but seemed to have none. Now started to move again, he shook his head an walked over a hill to see a vast valley. It seemed devoid of life up until he saw an ejction seat. The next thing he saw were two men that seemed to be stumbling towards the seat and the pilot scrambling to get out of the chair. Now running to the chair he made it to where the pilot was. "Sam, hold I'll go talk to them and get us help." Sam looked at him and shook his head. "They're not people, Jake." "What are you talking about?" Jacob stood up and walked over to the two men and before he could open his mouth a shot rang out and hit the first 'man.' "Stackhouse, what are you doing!?" "Are they dieing!?" Jacob was astonished that the man seemed to have been unaffected by the bullet. "Sam, release your harness.. we are getting out of here." He did like he was told and waited for Jacob to make his way over their and help him up and help him walk by putting Sam's arm around his shoulder.
The cops were over run right in front of his eyes. One feel on his car. He jumped. The cops was torn apart and devoured. They started banging on Rands car. He was jammed in the traiffic. He took out his knife. He waited to assault them. " WHAT AM I CRAZY" He hit the car in reverse and smashed the person in back of him and drove threw the side streets. People running and panicing. He drove to his parents house. 10 miles away. He ran up to the drive way and unlocked the door. He ran inside and locked it. The zombies reached the door and pounded on it. Moaning and growning. He went upstairs. His parents layed in bed. Pills on there end table. They over dosed themselves. There dead.
He cryed a little bit and saw the note " Rand , if you get this we dont want to live in a hellish world anymore. If you want to join us now thats your own choise. We both love you very much. My MK23 is under my bed. It has a clip of 16 and there is 1 extra clip. There also is a machette in the house on the couch. I hope you get this. If not , me and your mother will find out. Love you Rand." It ends. He wiped his tears and pulled out the gun. He then wennt down stairs and grabbed the machette. He put the strap on himself. He was ready. The back window broke. He took out the machette saving the gun for last.
Jacob and Sam were running/limping across the valley until they came to a small plateu. "Well Mr. Book, it's been a pleasure being yout pilot and it was an honor to have you as my navigator." Sam Said. Jacob just looked down. "You were one my only friends and you are like a brother to me... We're not going to die here today!" He whipped around and started to fire at the two approuching men. One was hit in the torso twice and the other was hit directly in the head about an ince above the eye. A satisfied look came over Jacob's face as the man fell over. Now he raised the gun to hit the other man in the head but a look of horror flooded across his face as the guin just clicked and the head of the gun pulled back and jammed. "Just my ****in' luck. Sam throw me your gun!" Sam tried to pull out his gun but it was too late, the man had already reached Jacob. It grabbed him and forced him to the ground and made attempt after attempt to bite him. By now adreniline was coursing through Sam's veins enough that he jumped up onto his feet and kicked the zombie off of Jacob. Then before it even knew what happened Sam sank his combat knife into it's right eye and watched as it stopped moving all together. "C'mon, let's get out of here." Sam seemed to be able to walk but he would be able to for only so long. They both headed off towards the town.
Drews lined up agian set for another play this time the snap was fumbled and defense recovered. Offense earned themselves 20 up downs and midway through the team's center just dropped. He was complaining earlier about not feeling good and migrains but, the coaches took it as a whiney excuse to get out of practice.
'We need a trainer over here!'
Two fo the trainers rushed over and took off his helmet and attempted at unstraping his pads. He was looking a little pale and sweaty harder than normal.
"Yo man, you alright?"
'alright guys go ahead and take your equipment off practice is over.'
Coach knew he took a chance having practice with the strange happenings going on now. Later the kids pulse stopped as the team all took a knee looking on in silence as he was carried back to the school awaiting arrival of an ambulance. The coach sat on a bench and put his head down on his lap after sending the team off to let them call for a ride if they needed one.
Loud bangs came from the front door of his house.
"Cops!? Already?!," Russ started to panic even more. He jogged over to his old weapons cabinet. None of the weapons had ever been fired. Russ pulled a key out of his coat pocket, and opened the cabinet. Inside was a 9mm pistol, and old m4. After he grabbed the weapons, he ran over to his safe. Inside was his old special forces armor and a machete.
After suited up, he went to his front door. The door had started to crack. Russ pulled the trigger. Nothing fired.
"Heh... safety," Russ flipped it to full auto. He emptied the clip through the breaking door. The pounding stopped, and Russ grinned widely. Suddenly the pounding resumed, breaking the door down. He pulled the clip out of the gun, and ran off back to the weapons locker. He grabbed a few clips, and jumped out the window.
Jacob and Sam had been making some progress towards the town up until they saw a military caravan stopped on an old dirt road. Jacob pulled out his pistol and placed a fresh clip inside of it. "You sweep left, I'll sweep right." Sam just moved his head down to acknowledge the order. Once Jacob had gotten a little closer to the truck that was leading the caravan he noticed blood all over it. Now he was holding his pistol tightly just waiting for something to pop out on him. He made his way to the front of the truck and checked the cab, and to his dissapointment he saw no one. "I got nothing!" "Same here!" Now making his way towards the back of the truck, he saw an arm hanging out of the truck's back area. He slid the flashlight out of it's holder and leaned in close to check the body. The hand twitched and he fired a round into it's head. Sam was right behind him at this point. "Bodies twitch you idiot!" "Whatever, give me a boost up into here so I can check them for weapons." Sam looked annoyed. "Just let the bed down." "Can't, it's jammed in place." Sam sighed and grabbed Jacob's foot to help him get inside. Moments later Jacob reemerged with an M16 and a Colt .45. He handed his 9mm pistol and kept the M16 for himself. "You want the .45?" "Nah you can keep it, I'm content with these." Just as he said that a zombie soldier stumbled up out of the bushes. "Christ! FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!!" They both opened fire on it and watched as it twitched on the ground. "Shoot it in the head!" "Why waste the ammo.. he neutralized." Jacob and Sam continued to check the rest of the trucks until they reached the last one. "This is the only one with keys but it's out of gas" "We better get to siphoning..."