Zombie Survival

(( im sure we all keep M4's in our cabinets -.- its like you all are starting with the best guns and ammo. My person what a MK23 with 1 extra clip and a MAchette. Jacob however has the right idea as well. Sorry if im bugging out but this is sapose to be realistic.)) Rand headed out. He went to the back. 4 zombies were running fast at him. !!!! He the first one with the machette in the head the other tackled him screaming and trying to bite him. He didnt stop quirming. He got his pistol and shot 1 in the chest 5 times and then once in the head. The other one bit him. He pushed it and shot that one pointblank in the face. The last one got up and ran toward him.

Rand kicked it in the stomach and shot it in the neck and chest 4 times. " Bitten" He knew it was over. He couldnt belive it. So soon he thought " guess i cant be the big surviver this time. " He went to the kitchen and rapped his arm. He then ran into his car and locke the doors.

Originally posted by Matroshka
(( im sure we all keep M4's in our cabinets -.- its like you all are starting with the best guns and ammo. My person what a MK23 with 1 extra clip and a MAchette. Jacob however has the right idea as well. Sorry if im bugging out but this is sapose to be realistic.)) Rand headed out. He went to the back. 4 zombies were running fast at him. !!!! He the first one with the machette in the head the other tackled him screaming and trying to bite him. He didnt stop quirming. He got his pistol and shot 1 in the chest 5 times and then once in the head. The other one bit him. He pushed it and shot that one pointblank in the face. The last one got up and ran toward him.

Rand kicked it in the stomach and shot it in the neck and chest 4 times. " Bitten" He knew it was over. He couldnt belive it. So soon he thought " guess i cant be the big surviver this time. " He went to the kitchen and rapped his arm. He then ran into his car and locke the doors.

[There are zombies in your RP! Way to be realistic buddy flirt ]

Originally posted by Matroshka
(( im sure we all keep M4's in our cabinets -.- its like you all are starting with the best guns and ammo. My person what a MK23 with 1 extra clip and a MAchette. Jacob however has the right idea as well. Sorry if im bugging out but this is sapose to be realistic.)) Rand headed out. He went to the back. 4 zombies were running fast at him. !!!! He the first one with the machette in the head the other tackled him screaming and trying to bite him. He didnt stop quirming. He got his pistol and shot 1 in the chest 5 times and then once in the head. The other one bit him. He pushed it and shot that one pointblank in the face. The last one got up and ran toward him.

Rand kicked it in the stomach and shot it in the neck and chest 4 times. " Bitten" He knew it was over. He couldnt belive it. So soon he thought " guess i cant be the big surviver this time. " He went to the kitchen and rapped his arm. He then ran into his car and locke the doors.

((im an sf from the gulf war, so why wouldnt i have my issued stuff? and if i didnt, they sell em at academy for like 700 bucks sorry if thats unrealistic... since the government pays me 1000 a month and i had a second job.. i didnt say i had the m203 which all of em did.. sorry if thats unrealistic))

(( *sigh* everyones in the army or somthing. Cow Girl if there were zombies , id want it to be realistic. And didnt yo quit ?))

Sam was filling the last of the siphoned gas into the gas-tank and Jacob was providing his cover fire from inside the cabin of the truck. "There.. we.. go." Sam jogged around to the other side of the truck and hopped inside. Jacob closed his eyes held his breath as he turned the key in the ignition, to his relief the truck started, but when it did, it made a loud roar. "Oh like they're nto gunna be attracted to that.." "Just go." The truck jerked forward as they began to go in reverse, back in the direction that the convoy had originally come. "What if no is left?" Asked Sam. "Then we go to the next town." Replied Jacob. They were both quiet as the truck started to get back to a more normal road. Jacob noticed that in the more distant areas, more zombies seemed to be roaming around aimlessly.

((An M4 is really not that great. All it is, is a lighter version of the M16.))

Originally posted by Matroshka
(( *sigh* everyones in the army or somthing. Cow Girl if there were zombies , id want it to be realistic. And didnt yo quit ?))

[I did 😄 After only a few posts flirt]

((I was a janitor for like 16 years, so i got no shooting skills left, and im out of shape, so my training doesn't count rly))

((Can we get back to the RP before this dies like the other one did please?))

((Yeah OK, btw my guy lives in one of the military paid houses, so finding other soldiers wouldnt be uncommon))

Russ ran down the street, the people chasing him. He was exhausted from the sprinting. Fires were everywhere, and former military firing guns every direction. Russ turned and emptied another clip in to the pursuers. Every time one fell, two more would replace them. Russ suddenly flew back. He spit a little blood out, and saw that half a bullet was sticking out of his chest.

The crowds of zombies were mowed down by the gunfire. Most of them continued to craw towards Russ. He pushed himself away from the crawling zombies. A group of armed men ran up to Russ, and fired into the crowd.

Sam and Jacob were just driving along, trying to determine just what had happened to the world and why no one was even trying to help anyone. A sign came into view and once they were close enough to read it, it said. '3 Miles to nearest town.' Sam looked up after hearing gun fire. "Survivors!" Jacob knew exactly what he was think and he turned off into the main road leading into the city. They were already going 78MPH so they were in the town in a matter of minutes. As they entered they saw carnage every where, cars piled up, bodies everywhere, blood seemed to be on everything in sight. "What the hell happened here? Is it the same as last time?" "I don't know but--" The truck stopped as it hit an oncoming zombie. "Christ..."

(( nice smiley btw )) Rand started the car. Zombies started pounding on it. He backed up. A fire truck at full speed smashed into his car sideways. Hitting the back seats. Crushing them and thus making the car useless. Rand was on councous from the inpact. After several minutes he awoke. He felt like he just woke up from a long dream. He looked around. A kid about 13 was shooting zombies with a hunting rifle. He tryed to focus and look at the kid. "Bradley ?'' He remembers that kid. When he was 8 he was hit by a car. Luckily , he just broke his leg and arm.

Rand stumbled out of the car. He seemed to have picked off the zombies around him. " BRAD !" He yelled. Bradly waved "Hey ! your the one guy Rand ,who called 911 when i got in that car accident" Precicley how Rand knew the kid. " Yup ! So weres ur pap ?!" Brad shot another zombie" My pap ..... id rather not say. Come up to the roof theres a ladder there." His dad was in construction and taught Brad how to use a gun. He was hill billy like. Like his dad and mom they moved to the neibor hood from a trailor.

Rand limped to the side of the house. He then climbed up the ladder in alot of pain from the crash " want me to pull it up ?" Brad shook his head " naah if anyone comes i wanna help" Rand sat down " you have already" Brad smiled proudly. He noticed Brad had a box. Canned foods and water " Wow Brad good thinking man" Brad nodded consintraiting on his next shot "yea me and my pap went bear hunting once and we got lost for a bit so he told me things about survival" Rand smiled " well good luck to you." Brad raised an eyebrow " you aint stayin !? are you nuts ?!" Rand shook his head " i cant " Brads eyes widened as he saw the bitten marks and the light rapp "yo ..... ganna be dead " He aimed his rifle at Rand

" Brad ! dont i said im leaving ! " Brad shook his head " takes 1 bullet now may take 4 later. And i dont have unlimited ammo ya know" Rand grabed his pistol and aimed back " AW DANGIT " Rand held his gun aiming at Brad and Brad to Rand " look i wont bother you agian" Rand headed off the roof not taking his eyes off Brad. " Rand !" Brad threw him a small back pack " Theres food and such in that one to. You saved me Rand so im ganna try to help ya"

Rand climbed down " thanks Brad. See you around i hope" Brad nodded and shot another zombie. Rand headed to the back streets hoping it would be easier. He was wrong.

Russ pushed himself up, and pulled the bullet out of his armor.
"This stuff really works," Russ started to laugh. He looked over at the group that had saved him. Some of them were from neighborhood. Others he didn't recognize, so he assumed that they had family over.
"Sorry, but we had to knock you down but we needed to stop that crowd," One said."By the way, I'm Chris, this is Tommy, and that over there is-" He was cut off. A horde of zombies charged from down the street.

Jacob and Sam had been making a lot of progress into the city up until the truck started to break down. "Should we try and save it?" Jacob thought for a moment before responding. "No, we'll limp this thing as far as we can and then ditch it." Sam nodded. "What will we do then?" Jacob knew exactly what he was going to say. "Find more survivors." The truck slowly crept it's way down the street until it came to a stop. Smoke started to billow out of the engine, so they decided it was time to get out of there. Now the two were on foot once more and making their way into the back alleys. By now Sam's adreniline was gone and he was limpinh again.

He looked at the ally. It was blackish down there. He took a deep breath and headed down there. WIth his handgun raised he started walking slowly. He looked in the back windows of homes. He saw zombies mostly in the windows. Some were none. He heard taping foot steps from behind him. He turned around. A dog was growling. Aparently bitten on its side. Then a second one came out. He aimed and pulled the triiger and hit on the top of the head but it wasnt killed. The dogs charged.

Rand turned around and started heading for the door ahead. The dogs catching up he had no choice. He turned around and shot one. The other one went to bit for his neck. He ducked and ran the other direction. He shot the same onbe a 3rd time. Finally it died from 2 shots to the headand 1 in the ribs. The second dog turned around and was ready to charge. Rand pulled the trigger and his gun was out. "...arg" No time to reload he pulled out his machete and started to hit the dog in the head. When it tryed to charge he kicked it in the face and repeated this. Finally and htiing it in the head 4 times it died.

He was a little out of breath. Happend so quickly. He saw in the back alley a rag on a bike. He grabbed it and wiped the machete clean. He put it back inside the shelth. He looked at the door. " dare i find out out" He quietly with his left hand opened the door to exit the alley. Aimed with his right he barged in there. " O MY GOD !" O_O!!!

Jacob and Sam agreed to use nothing but Military hand signals to communicate when possible so as not to make too much noise. Jacob had his hand balled into a fist except for two fingers that were pointed straightup. Next he pointed at Sam and then himself. Finally he finished with pointing at his eyes, holding six fingers up twice and then pulling his hand down in a balled fist. Sam nodded and raised both of his guns and waited for the signal. "Tango Echo Alpha Mike Wun, Golf Oscar." Sam jumped up firing at a large group of about a dozen or more zombies. After Sam ducked to reload Jacob took his chance to fire at them. "Remember your training and you'll be fine!" These words brought comfort to Jacob because he could always remember his Commanding Officer telling them that before every single mission.

There was a hude garage door and some benches blocking at least 40 zombies. All cops. " what the" He walked slowly to the door by the baracade. He saw rope on the door. He took his machete and started to chop the rope. The zombies busted the baracade down " JESUS !!!" He ran in the door and closed it and locked it in back of him. A arm went right threw the door. Rand looked around. There was a man in a Tux. " Yo man over here son !'' A man looking around 35 black, and in a fine looking suite. "lets make this quick. Im Rand" He pointed to the door.

" Im Kindel now lets run !!!" They both ran down another ally. Looking for hope. Somthing. Anything.

((Nice addition of Kindel. He'll need his shotty though haha))

Jacob and Sam had finished off a very large group of the zombies before he heard two others. "Survivors?" Sam thought for a moment before speaking. "Worth it to find out." They both inched in closer to the alley way and right as they did they saw two others running their way. "Stackhouse Charlie Oscar Victor!" Sam instantly turned around and monitered all zombie actuvuty behind them. Jacob rushed ahead to where the other two were, hoping that look would permit them to be alive.

Rand and Kindel heard running beind them. Kindel and Rand turned around aiming there weapons. They saw the men. Kindel lowered his gun but saw many zombies coming from behind Jacob and Sam. " shit no time to mess around we all should stick together." Kindel said " Yea i agree." The sight of even more people made Rand smile " thank God more people are alive." Kindel looked at Jacob " so we good to stick together ? or are you 2 shifty like the last men that came by." Rand had no idea what he was saying. But if Kindel was so catious why would he stick with Rand ?

Jacob looked at the other two and then remembered to lower his weapon. "Stackhouse adn myself, are from D Company of the Marine airsupport unit." He paused for a moment before he finally asked the quesion. "Do you have any idea what is happening in the hell hole?" Noticing an approuching zombie, he raised his M16 and took a shot hitting it directly in the eye.

<<GHA! sorry all, got caught up in school for a few days. officially joining... NOW!>>

Jacc woke up behind the counter of the local Hot Topic, wondering how long he'd been asleep at his job. "Damn, that was one HELL of a party last night to knock me flat out again today." He sat up, hearing a lot of racket outside and wondering what it was. "The hell...?" He looked out the doorway to see what appeared to be a zombie shuffling past him. "Hell, now I know I'm seeing things..." It turned on him immediately, then he reached under the counter for the handgun his boss had left under there in case of a robbery or attempt therein. "Don't come ANY closer!" As it advanced, he did all he could think to do. Aim, and shoot.