Last Survivors: The Beginning

Ayame had just sat through a whole battle like an idiot,"what the hell was that?" she asked. The infected were still coming,"Okay that is it..." she took her assult rifle from her back and aimed it for an infected infront of her. she shot it then another came towards her, she took her katana and cut it in half, suddenly Ayame was surrounded, "sh*t... " BOOM!!!!! Ayame froze as the blood of all the infected around her fell upon her body. Her eyes were widened and she couldn't believe them. "C'mon sis, you kno better than that. Your alot stronger and smarter."
"Gr-Gregory? your alive?" Gregory dissappeared and she looked down at her hands. It was a mirage, apparently she had just slayed all the infected around her and she was now standing next to Jacope. "Wha-?"

Bob's pistol was running dry, he popped his last clip in and grabbed his case. He spied an assault rifle in the HMV. He quickly grabbed it and clipped up. Bob stood from the HMV. "Lets go!! What are we goin to do, stand off aganst a million zombies?!" He fired at the closest and moved towards Ayáme. "You ok?"

Jacob laid cover fire as the other marines started to gather the others up. "What are standing orders!?", Jacob shouted over the gub fure. A marine popped up and yelled back. "Get all survivors back to base!" Jacob sighed and pushed back towards the Humvee. "Ayame, this way!"

lets just pretend he was there the whole time.)) david busted open the trunk of the humvee, gasping for air. he fell out the back and grabbed his m4. "man its hot in there." he staggered up and planted an infected in the face with the butt of his rifle. he then pulled out his paintball gun and onehanded his way to jacob, blinding infected as he weant. "this is really too easy."

"Everyone! Form up on me!" Jacob fired on the ever increasing number of infected.

(think I'll wait till Hazmat...)

Ty hadn't paid much attention to the noise outside at first. Friday nights could get a bit rowdy and he had long since gotten used to it. They were located in the outskirts of town where police presence was a bit sparse. Ty knew that an inner city address would cost bloody murder if you were opening up shop but he had hoped that Zaman would have chosen a somewhat more attractive spot. Since 'Zam' had a good 25 years more life experience than the rest of the crew, Tyrone was surprised that the old man wasn't pickier. Still, the restaurant had very good reputation for it's food and was frequented by many locals. For that reason the neighborhood ruffians would leave it intact. Which was fortunate because neither Zaman, Tyrone or any of the others running the place made enough money to afford extensive repairs.

The sound of the first gunshot hit Ty like an electric shock. Before he even realized it, he had dropped the onions he was cutting and was already halfway towards the front door and the street with the kitchen knife in a reverse grip. By the time Ty reached the dining room, he met with a view of total chaos. The street outside looked like a battle ground or the scene of a riot. The guests inside were obviously frightened.

The staff were trying their best to calm their guests, Zaman was on the phone trying to get hold of police. Ty felt a bit stupid standing in the dining area holding a huge kitchen knife in plain view. He put it down behind the counter and went to activate the switch by the door, which would close the iron curtain outside. "Just a safety precaution people. It's probably best for everyone to stay inside until we get a clear idea of what's going on". Tyrone had only touched the switch when Alana, another restaurant worker yelled for him to "watch out!". Ty turned his head towards the street just in time to see a man come running straight at him, through the plate glass door and crash into him, sending them both tumbling to the floor in a shower of glass shards.

The man was a maniac and would probably have ripped Tyrone's throat with is teeth if Ty hadn't managed to get a hold of his face soon enough. With the attacker's head still in a death grip, Ty braced one foot against the floor and pushed, rolling himself on top while frantically hammering elbows against the man's face. Ty wasn't sure but for a moment he thought he saw something extremely odd about the attacker's eyes before they were covered in blood.

Ty had only gotten up to his knees and was about to apply a control hold on the attacker when Zaman pulled him to his feet and dragged him away from the entrance. "we have to go. Quickly, to the back door." Zaman grabbed a baseball bat he kept hidden behind the counter for defense and then led the disoriented Tyrone and a few stragglers down a basement staircase. The door closed and locked behind them just as the dining room was flooded by rioters. The staff started to gather their belongings from their lockers. Despite the madness of the situation, Tyrone still had the presence of mind to clear clothes out of his back pack and replace them with things nearby that he suspected would become useful. Some guests had found the emergency exit and many were already rushing out of it in blind panic. Unfortunately, this also allowed more crazies to get in.

The cornered group was frantically fighting against a shrieking howling mob that seemed barely human. Ty watched dining guests get absorbed into the mass of attackers like in a slow motion sports re-run. As much as he wanted to help, he was busy enough beating back the attackers that found their way to him. To his horror his friends were also starting to fall, one by one. Seeing that the battle was lost, Zaman threw his bat towards Tyrone. "Take this, get Alana and go. I'll give you the head start you need." Ty realized right away what the old man meant and scrambled to grab him but Zam was too far away. By the time, Ty had disabled his current opponent, Zam had already charged straight into the mob and knocked down most of them. In the narrow passage of the locker room / corridor, this move was just enough to topple over the disorganized group like dominoes. Ty would hate himself for it later but at that moment he was driven enough by survival instinct to do the only thing sensible. Like Zaman had demanded, Ty grabbed hold of Alana's arm and sprinted to freedom over the writhing bodies of his unknown enemies and his dear friend.

Zaman's screams would haunt Tyrone for the rest of his life.

daren out away his paintball tagger and pulled out his m4. he ran next to jacob and crouched next to him, firing bursts off at the enemy. "hey j, if you had to say, which one do you think is worse? this or iraq?"

"This, because at least here, little kids aren't putting grenades in my boots when I'm not looking." Jacob turned and fired into an oncoming infected. A shimmer came from the roof of a nearby building, and a man descended from a rappel line. "Push forward!" Three men followed directly behind him and croched down on the opposite side of the street as Jacob and the others. Devin moved his hand up and extended two finger up and then out, then down. Jacob and the other soldier nodded. On the last count, Jacob and the soldier leaned forward and sprayed the area while the other four leapt up and ran behind a parked car. When Jacob and the other soldier went down, the four stood and opened fire as Jacob ran forward.

david followed close behind, firing behind him as infected began filling up empty space. "ayame, jalek, lets go!"

Bob emptied his clip into the crowd, wasting many infected. He moved towards the marines. "Lets go!!"

Tyrone was bruised, sore and bloody but alive. His forearms had a collection of shallow cuts from the glass and scratches from fighting the crazies. He picked a bad day to wear short sleeves.

Alana had looked worse even though she had still been up and running. As brave and fierce as she was, she lacked Ty's fighting skill and had taken a heavier beating. By the time they got out of the restaurant she had been covered by wounds... some of them were bites. Ty wanted to get her medical attention but Alana had protested. The nearest hospital was too far to reach safely on foot, the emergency hotline was overwhelmed by calls and public transportation was all shot to hell. Besides, the streets were still swarming with people, some of them were crazies. Even driving would have been a great risk at this point.

After some arguing Ty had given in. Instead they had opted for hiding until the chaos settled. Ty had managed to get some gear from the restaurant, including food as well as a screwdriver and hammer. It wasn't a very refined or stylish way to break into a house but it worked. They had barricaded the doors and windows and tried to tend to their injuries as best they could. Ty got worried when he noticed that Alana seemed to have a fever. Alana passed it off as being the summer heat and told Ty to stop his complaining because it made him sound like and old woman. If Ty had known about the infection at that point he would have tried to rush Alana to the hospital despite the risks.

From listening to the radio, they had learned of the evacuation even though they didn't get much details. Since they were already close to the end of town they first decided to wait until dawn to move. Hoping that things would calm down a bit. A few hours later when Alana's fever increased and she collapsed, Ty got really alarmed and decided to go outside to steal a car. The plan had been to stay hidden until the crisis was over but his friend might not live to see the next day. Ty had put Alana on a couch to rest and gathered a few more supplies from the house. He was just about to remove the things blocking the front door when he heard something resembling an animal growl but still disturbingly human. His second warning was the rapid beating of feet against floor as somebody started to run towards him. Tyrone spun around and slammed his right forearm into the attacker's throat while using his left hand to grab the person's right arm. A standard practiced move since most people are right handed and would hold a weapon in their right hand.

Ty had already built up speed and rammed his attacker into the closest wall before he realized that it was Alana. their faces were only a few centimeters (ok, inches) apart. The look in her eyes brought back the memory of the man in the restaurant. Whatever there had once been there that was Alana was now gone. His friend was replaced by total feral madness. Her bloodshot eyes looked like they were about to come out of her skull. As if even her eyes were trying to kill him. She was incredibly strong, almost as strong as the crazies at the restaurant and now Ty didn't have the benefit of an adrenalin rush. It was also difficult to hold her without harming her. Still, Alana was pinned to the wall by her throat so nearly all her leverage was gone. Ty tried desperately to talk to Alana, to reason and get through to her but got nothing back but spittle and constricted shrieks.

Ty didn't know how long he was stuck like that but eventually he accepted what he had to do. It was difficult to reach the folding knife since it was in the opposite pocket but eventually he got it. Ty hesitated for a final moment, looked away from Alana's face, looked back at it and then drove the blade into her heart. Twisted it to do maximal damage. Death was quick and Ty hoped that Alana didn't have to suffer. He held her propped up against the wall until all light had finally drained from her eyes. Tyrone's last friend died by his own hands and a part of himself died with her.

Ty gathered what he could carry and climbed out a window. He couldn't stay in the same house as Alana's body for even an hour longer. He came across a crashed police cruiser a few blocks further down. The car was useless but it contained a 2-way radio. Ty grabbed it began to walk.

You mean talk?))

Ayame was agian surrounded by many of the infected, "ok im getting sick and tired of this shit." She took her two katanas and cut a path through the infected and reached Jacob and david. "sorry i was busy at the moment you kno." she said to david. Her eyes scanned the masses and she stopped dead. "sis! sis!" it was a faint cry but she knew it was his...

Gregory could see his sister, "SIS!!!" he screamed. He aimed his M-40 at the advancing infected and ran through the hol;e he made. He shot another path through the infected and he ran even closer to his sister. "Aya!!!!" he yelled.

"Everyone into the Humvees, now!" Jacob yelled aggrivatedly and hoarsly. "Anyone who doesn't is getting left out here!" Jacob ducked down with the other soldiers and sprayed the oncoming infected. "MOVE!"

Gregory coughed, "sis!" he shouted. Ayame had to think quickly, she looked at the humvee then at he brother. She narrowed her eyes and went after Gregory. she grabbed Gregory by his fore arm and dragged him, "sis..." he said weakly. She threw him into the humvee and jumped in after him, 'Let's go!!!" she shouted as she fired her brothers M-40 at the on coming infected.

Ty had been thinking quite a lot about this whole virus theory that had been mentioned in the broadcasts. How long had it taken for Alana to get affected? How much blood had he gotten on him while fighting? Against the glass door guy? In the basement? Against Alana? Had any of it gotten into his wounds? Ty managed to keep his mind off the matter by constantly scouting the terrain, even when there were no crazies to be seen or heard. "Normal people can be even more dangerous..."

Surprisingly, the main streets proved to be safest route since everyone around him was too busy either looting, fighting against or running from crazies to notice him. The crazies themselves were still loners or in small groups... easy to spot from a distance too. He had only had two encounters so far and they had been easy to put down with the bat... easier than Alana had been. Ty got a flashback of Alana, together with the rest of the gang from the restaurant. He quickly forced the faces out of his mind. "Focus, man... get your head together or you're dead".

There had been an increasing intensity of gunfire over the past hour but the randomness of the shots, combined with echoes and screams made it difficult to find it's source. Ty was sure that he was hearing full auto fire from time to time. Despite his limited knowledge of guns, he knew that fully automatic weapons generally meant either military or some kind of police special task force. Right now that was his best chance to reach the city limit alive.

Ty had doubts, he had been trying to call too many times to keep count but hadn't managed to get through to any of his family or his ex girlfriend. The cell phone grid was choked with traffic. Part of him felt that he should be moving in the opposite direction. Further into the city to look for them. But that would be suicide for sure. He had to convince himself over and over again that they were heading for the city limits too. "Have think like a survivor... don't get emotional, stay focused on the situation at hand".

A group was crossing the street 3 blocks ahead. Crazies, judging by their movement pattern. Ty counted 5 of them... too many to handle alone. He spotted a truck close to a low building and broke into a sprint. Judging by the screams, they had spotted him as well. Ty virtually flew up to the top of the truck. The building look uncomfortably far away and the crazies would reach the truck in any second. "phukk it!". Ty threw the bat onto the nearby roof, got a few steps to build up speed and jumped... it was too far. The back pack weighed him down. He crashed into the side of the building and caught onto the ledge with his hands. Knowing what was closing in below, Tyrone got the adrenaline boost needed and pulled himself over the ledge in a split second.

"It seems like those freaks are bad climbers... good., every little bit helps."

david, closed ayame's door and ran to the passenger seat. he closed his door and covered jacob and the other guy's as they all moved for the hmv. "hey, who's th kid?"

Jalek ran towards the Humveee slicing any infected that got to close, as he neared the door an infected grabbed his leg and pulled him down cuasing him to dropp his sword. He pushed the infected chest with his foot keeping it from his face, he then pulled the pants leg up and grabbed the knife strappped there and plunged it up through under the infected chin. Jalek pulled it back out and then grabbed his bastard and jumped in the humvee

Jacob grabbed Bob and pushed him into a humvee and then he and the rest of the soldiers moved to the last humvee. All of the Humvee started and rumbled down the road towards the main military base. The base was being over run with infected and the soldiers that were fighting their way outside hit the comms. "We're all moving towards a safe house in the inner district of the city. The humvees instantly changed direction and followed a string of soldiers. All seemed well up until the side of the humvee that Jacob was in, was struck by another vehicle and thrown into the wall of a building. The other humvees drove until they reached their destination, and just looked back at the other's in the vehicle. "They're dead. No need to worry about them now."

Back at the crash, Jacob's breathing was slow and he was in shell shock. He saw one soldier sitting up and firing at the infected with his side arm. It was a useless battle as he was quickly overtaken. Jacob tried to move, but could not. All seemed lost until he saw Devin and another member of the Delta Unit crouch down and fire. Devin looked and Jacob and spoke in a thick Russian accent. "You are going to be ok, my friend!" Devin picked Jacob up and started to run towards the safe house.