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Ben was listening to Danny's requests, pleased that he had approved of his plan when suddenly he heard far off yelling, a couple of gunshots, and then finally a huge boom as the building trembled. From the adjacent room Ben could here Hank scream, "What the fuck was that?" The door flew open and Darrel said, "Ben, we might need to cut this meeting short, somethings happening, something big.
"Aw fuck, Danny, Yonie, Jak, the armories down the hall, marked by a sign, grab what you can and meet me in the lobby, fuck what could it be now!" Ben was up and out of his chair now, running out of the room, Darrel and Hank not far behind.
"Shit Ben, what the hell do we do?" Hank asked nervously.
"Get your AK' and find out whats happening, same to you Darrel, I got to go get my guns together as well, Christ! I mean if its not one thing its another!" Ben broke off from the two of them and headed towards the break room. [Fuck, what could it be now?] Ben opened the door, quickly dodging a couple of cops and a few freed-slaves as they ran out of the room. He ran inside, found his couch, reached under the cushions, and found his gear. His little hunting rifle, the Uzi from Peter's, and finally, his Dad's old decorative, semi-auto 12 gauge, the one weapon Ben doubted he could live without. Ben popped a clip in both the Uzi and the rifle, loaded three shells into the shotgun, and sprinted out of the room, heading for the lobby.

*Ten Minutes Earlier*

"Go, now!" said one of the Gangbangers in a hushed voice. The slave explosives team immediately ran forward, hunched over to try and stay discreet, and doing a laughable job at it. They were well trained in there work though, and thats all that mattered for this job. City Hall's parking lot was filled with armored cars, in a semi-circle around the front end of the building, crouched behind it were 20 or so gangbangers, well armed and completely sober for once. With them they had brought the best explosives team the Shadow Man's empire had to offer, who were currently at work securing one of the makeshift dynamite remote-explosives to the left side of the building. They new what they were doing, and after 2 minutes they were back behind the cars, waiting for the order to blow it.
The gangbanger looked over at the team leader, not a slave, but a techie, the team's teacher. "You ready?"
"Whenever you are." He said with a mad smile.
"Ok, three, two,"

Yonie nodded and got up to go. As far as he was concered, he was ready to just grab his M4A1 and ditch the place. But he had a job to do, and ditching these guys would mean living out on the street which was probably less safe than fighting this "Shadow man".

[well then...]

Yonie stood up and nodded to this "ben". He cleared his throat "Ehem. I request my M4A1 back, that is the only gun i will ever need, and use. It's customized with an excellent scope so that i can fight at all sorts of places with it. return my gun to me please."

He frowned when he remembered how they had confiscated his baby.

"It seems that it would be time to fight, Sergeant. After you?"

Jak had been leaning in the corner, opposite the metal door leading to the hallway. For most of the time he'd let his eyes stare at the floor, but left his ears open absentmindedly to pick up info, a trick he'd found while in highschool. He was having a small panic attack due to the gaurds outside taking his Mossberg as he entered. [You know it's just for security, ya but if someTHING comes through that door what then...] He was aware of only a few things in the room, a long metal table, probably too heavy too move...[It's bolted down] and about 6 metal chairs...[The chair, I just have to make do]. It wasn't anything personal but without the reassuring rubber grip of the shotgun he felt naked, and as if he'd been put on a feeding line for whatever would happen [Calm the fuck down Jak Christ].

Jak looked up, the thoughts clearing from his head...except for the chair, as Danny agreed solemnly to join their forces into one. As he was about to reveal some of the knowledge he'd picked up from his journey a great rumble shook through his back from the wall.

Jak: What-in-da-hell? *He said tipping away from the concrete wall*

"What the fuck was that?" The door flew open as a man said, "Ben, we might need to cut this meeting short, somethings happening, something big.
"Aw fuck, Danny, Yonie, Jak, the armories down the hall, marked by a sign, grab what you can and meet me in the lobby, fuck what could it be now!"

Jak emiediatately gripped his large hands around the steel chair backing, flipping it over so that the legs pointed up. It wasn't extremely heavy but it would do. As he made for the door he yelled back.

Jak: I'll take point, hurry the hell up!

((Sorry I have to go brb))

((Good god, I REALLY need to keep a reminder of this crew for my head. Might help -__-))

Andy just stared at Mary, then he got up. His forehead suddenly became inflamed in pain, and Mary sat him back down on the nice, comfy bed.
Mary: "You're still really weak. You should just get some rest, I'll find some way to contact anybody for help. The electricity still works, so we might be able to contact someone in a nearby country."

Andy, currently not being one wanting to get in a headache of an argument, decided to lie down in the bed, and he drifted away to sleep.

**1 hour later**

After keeping watch of him, Mary began wondering around in the mall. There were no working phone booths and the only thing she could use to talk to others was an old radio, and she didn't have a damn clue on how to use it. Paying a bit more attention while she was in school was looking like a better and better idea.
After a little while of searching, which felt like an eternity, she found another phone book which she clearly didn't try. After punching a few number in, she found that it worked and she could CALL people in America. She began punching in a couple numbers, and began calling people in America.

((I forgot to read some recent postings, so you can answer if there's a phone nearby))

((Here we go, hope its ok))

Several hours past and they still were stuck in the basement thinking of ways to get out, and live. The man had a lot of files and research labs on the creatures, or zombies.

"Oh! I was to busy thinking to introduce myself!, My name is Professor Wendell thorn, I was a chemistry prof. before the outbreak, I have been researching these creatures, and well.....never mind, I'm sure my studies are of no use."

"Wait.....So all of these papers and folders are filled with studies you have made on these creatures?"

"Precisely, well some very sketchy estimates of them...though I'm sure there of no use"

"Are you kidding me? These have to be of some use!"

"No, im afraid not..."

((there ya go, it was VERY short I know but i wanted to end it at that))

((Ok, this is good. Now for a little more from my part. (Note: in my last post, I mentioned someone named Dennis. He was Big D's fraternal twin brother I mentioned in my joining post in here.) I hope this goes well.))

D and June were asleep for just a few moments when a loud "BOOM!" woke them up. Their younger brother, however, was still asleep.

June: Shit, he really is worn out. Hey, Ray Ray, get up. *shakes him a bit* Get up, damnit!
D: *shouting* Yo, sleepin' beauty! Wake the fuck up!
Ray Ray: *groaning* Dude, what the hell?
D: Something just blew up right outside this building. We gotta get movin'.
Ray Ray: Aww, fuck. It just won't stop!

The three got up and went to get their guns back. D's gun was the biggest, a civilian model semi-auto FN F2000 with a scope. June had an old .44 revolver, and Ray Ray had twin Smith & Wesson ((correct my spelling if needed)) .45's.

{A few minutes later}

D: Ok, we got our guns back. Now we gotta find out what the hell's going on.
June: Man, I missed this thing.
Ray Ray: Ugh! Let's just get this over with.

((That's all for tonight. I'llpost more tomorrow after school.))

Danny nodded towards Ben, rushing out of the room. The sergeant's eyes glanced at the signs to the armoury, his mind barely registering Yonies words. Replying to the Israeli with a passing wave, the experienced soldier quickly rushed toward the secured room. There, he found it to be very unsecure. After all the cops, including the SWAT Team, had taken their share, Danny was left with small pickings. Finding his personal Browning pistol, which was confiscated, he quickly grabbed his assault vest and pistol holster.

Clipping the familiar vest on, he loaded up on pistol rounds into his Browning Hi-Power's five magazines, ripping a nearby box of ammunition open to do so. Once they were loaded up, he replaced his pistol in its holster, keeping the safety flicked 'off' for the safe of a quick shot. Discharges were rare, and besides, he was so trained he wouldn't accidently shoot himself.

Suddenly, Danny's eyes glanced towards one of the open weapon lockers. Obviously it was a SWAT Team locker judging by the bullet proof vests. It also had an IMI Tavor TAR-21. Obviously, this police unit's SWAT Team were trying out a new weapon for active service...

Having trained with the weapon alongside Israeli special forces, Danny felt confident of using an unfamiliar weapon. Grabbing it, and taking out six magazines from a nearby case, he quickly loaded up on NATO 'fiver' rounds. Sliding one magazine in, he fitted the other five into his assault vest, glad for the standardization of STANAG magazines.

The weapon felt good in his hands, able to fast-point, fast-shoot in a manner the M4 or the IWs of Britain couldn't. The intergrated red dot sight was a bonus he just couldn't resist smiling at. Once he was ready, loading up on a few flash-bang grenades for good purpose, Danny ran back to where Yonie was waiting, grinning from ear to ear at his find. "Looks like I have a weapon you might one day become familiar with... If you end up joining the special forces as a doctor, that is... Ok, let's fucking take the shite to 'em."

((I have homework, so I'll post in a bit. Just don't post anything about the current situation of City Hall until I do, I got one of those big old ideas of mine.))

Ben waited patiently in the chaotic lobby, people rushing up and down stairs, into and out of rooms, gunshots coming from the front of the building, waiting for everyone to show up. After 5 minutes or so Hank and Darrel came sprinting towards him from one direction, there back-seat, generic cop Ak's bouncing up and down in their arms, and from another direction came Jak, Yonie and Danny, though Be didn't pay too much attention to what they had managed to find, the fact that they were armed was enough for him. Ben waited for them to gather around him, looking at him, expecting him to say something, when he motioned the to follow him silently, since they probably wouldn't have heard him over the gunshots and screams coming from the direction they were headed.

The entire left side of City Hall about 4 floors up was covered with a gaping hole, bricks lying in dusty piles, broken glass all over the place, and tables dragged up and tipped over near the gaping holes to use as cover for the cops defending their ground. On the right side of the building, peeking through windows, the rest of the cops were making their own war against the invaders. It looked like some sort of WW2 urban battle, the bomb-shelled skeleton of a building being reinforced by whatever could be found while the invaders sought refuge behind their big and expensive military vehicles, though in this case they were really high-performance cars with sheet metal welded on. Cops crouched behind piles of rubble and upturned tables, carrying anything from weak handguns to high-performance SWAT rifles, firing at and dodging the bullets of the gangbangers below, who were dancing the same deadly game.
Ben ran forward, head low, gun up, and took position behind one of a pair of long, stainless-steel tables propped up to give some cover in one of the gaping holes in the wall in what was once a large office area, filled with cubicles and the occasional water cooler. One of the two cops entrenched their looked over to Ben and the others. "This shits bad Ben, they had some sort of explosive, as far as I can tell the blast killed two of us, hurt a lot more, we can't hold out like this dammit! They have better guns, better training . . ."
"Fuck 'em." Ben said calmly, looking into the cops worried eyes.
He cracked a small smile and repeated back to Ben, "Fuck 'em." He laughed a little, looked quickly up over the table and fired off a quick shot from his pistol. He looked back at Ben and repeated once more, "Fuck 'em."
The others were firing now, peeking over the table and shooting off quickly, their heads falling below the safety of the tables just as a hail of AK' rounds skimmed the tips of their hair. Ben, for one horrifying second, had risen up and fired off a quick shot, basically liquidizing one of the gangbanger's neck, and feeling the shoulder of his shirt getting ripped as a single bullet flew by him and struck one of the lights. Ben was more careful from then on.
This fighting went on for some time, probably half-an-hour, before the Gangbangers started to become noticeably less numerous, apparently some of them had tried to storm the building before Ben and company had showed up and had failed miserably taking heavy losses, regardless they didn't have the manpower to take City Hall by force anymore, and one other factor was beginning to make itself known. Behind the Gangbanger blockade around City Hall came a long, shifting wave of stalkers, stumbling towards them like some great, living flood. The moaning was massive now, almost like an ambiance rather than something out of the ordinary. The invaders had taken notice, and after some shouting from the center of the motorcade car doors began to slam and tiny slits in the armored windows began to light up with gunfire as they drove away, fleeing the approaching wave of death.
This horde of stalkers was noticeably larger than the one that had originally laid siege to City Hall, since rather than one great pack they were one great never ending stream coming from one direction, and the snipers amongst the cops didn't waste any time getting off a few potshots, including Ben, though he already realized that they wouldn't be able to stop this huge approaching mass with bullets, since their simply weren't enough.
"Just like old times, eh Ben?" laughed Hank nervously as he gazed out at the river of stalkers making their way towards them, fast.
"Yeh, except this time I don't have my Jag."
"Oh ya . . ." said Hank absently.
"What do we do no-" said Yonie absently, mesmerized by the sheer volume of the hostile monsters closing in on them, probably only 100 feet away now, when suddenly he noticed something that made everyone at the front of the building doing their best to defend it stop and gasp. In the distance, behind hundreds of stalkers, approaching the building fast, were two coach buses, on the front of one the word CHARIOT was painted and on the other was painted GOD'S RAVEN. The were moving at breakneck speed, like two unstoppable trains, plowing through the stalkers like they were nothing but traffic cones. Ben looked through the scope and into CHARIOT'S front window and saw a madman in a leather jacket at the wheel, murder in his eyes and a cross around his neck.
"Jesus in a sidecar . . . GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE FRONT OF THE BUILDING!" Ben screamed manically, stumbling backwards as the two mighty buses shot out of the front line of stalkers like a pair of racehorses. "GET THE FUCK AWAY!" when suddenly, impact.

The coaches struck the front end of the building like a brick would strike a glass window, their massive amounts of momentum forcing them about halfway in before they finally groaned to a smoky, shaky halt. Ben looked out from the office room into the lobby and saw the top half of GOD'S RAVEN sticking out of the floor. He walked up to it, followed shortly by the two cops, Hank and Darrel, Jak, Yonie and Danny, all curious and a little shaken by the incident. Ben walked up and carefully looked down through the windows, checking for survivors, but they were spray-painted black.
"You've got to be kidding me." Ben sighed. As he reached for the bottom of the window, as if to open it a bullet whizzed out of the glass, just barely missing his hand. "Shit," Ben yelled as he jumped back, landing on his ass, Yonie and Jak rushing forward to drag him away from this mysterious, Trojan Horse of a bus.
"What in the hell?" Jak said in a confused and angry voice, lifting his weapon to the coach as the windows flew open and out crawled a slew of men, bruised, but strong. Each of them carried the same two things, in one hand a Tec'9 and in the other a hand-grenade.
"No fucking way." someone said, a cop across from them at the other side of the lobby, dropping his gun in pure amazement.
"SINNER!" Screamed one of the men, lifting his Tec'9 and shooting the dumbstruck cop in the face. "Thought shall burn, in, HELL!"
Ben instinctively raised his shotgun and shot the nearest one in the hand he was carrying the gun in, but he merely screamed insanely as he pulled the grenades pin with his teeth and charged at Ben laughing madly. "AAAAHHHH!" he screamed as he threw himself at Jak, who sidestepped him with a sort of comedic grace. The suicidal madman slid across the granite tile floor of the lobby and down a hall-way, before stopping for a second and then exploding, blood and charred flesh flying every which way.
"Jesus." muttered Darrel, trying to keep himself from vomiting, but this was the least of his problems as more of these crazed men were crawling out of GOD'S RAVEN, ready to murder everyone there. [Fuck, when is this shit going to end?] Ben though madly as an explosion from another part of the building shook the ground beneath his feet. Then suddenly Ben had the best plan he'd had in a long while.
He cupped his hands around his mouth and screamed in the loudest voice he could muster two simple words, "RUUUUN AWAAAY!"

Danny nodded to Ben as he gestured to where the group needed to head to. Holding his rifle close to his body, the SAS Sergeant looked back to check on Jak And Yonie.
The sounds of battle raged inside of Danny's ears. It was all too familiar to the veteran. Gunshots ringed out, the distinct sounds revealing what weapons were being used. Rushing toward the scene of the fire-fight, he quickly took up a firing position, dropping to one knee as he lifted the TAR 21's Red Dot sight to his eye.

Moving from the steps of the building, Danny gestured to Yonie and Jak to cover the flanks, pointing out piles of rubble and mason work for cover. Rushing down to a low wall where the other police officers were, the sergeant added the considerable firepower of his Israeli made next-gen assault rifle. His eyes scanned the are, picking out gang bangers as he took carefully aimed 'double taps'. Two bullets rushed towards one of the slaves, one hitting him in the middle of the chest, the other impacting just above the first and sending the assailant flying. Noting with distinct pleasure at the accuracy of Ben's fire towards some of the targets, the Sergeant kept up the pace, rallying some of the junior officers when they seemed like breaking.

As the gun-fight stretched out, Danny's fingers danced across the magazine well from time to time. Pushing the release button and slipping a fresh batch of rounds in, he began to get a better feel of the new weapon. Even with the training he had a few years ago in Israel, he was still unsure of the idiosyncrasies of the rifle. But it was doing the job.

"Jesus in a sidecar . . . GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THE FRONT OF THE BUILDING!"

Hearing Ben scream out, Danny's eyes flicked towards the direction of the Busses. "Holy shit..." Danny whispered, grabbing a nearby cop by the scruff of his collar and dragging him back. "Get moving, NOW!" he shouted out, signalling to Yonie and Jak to pull back with him. This whole scene was getting intense. Rounds flicked past the sergeant unceasingly as he got the rookie he was dragging to safety, Yonie and Jak turning up soon after.

"RUUUUN AWAAAY!"

Ben's voice again. Holy shit, what is that guy thinking? Run away to where? It'd be a rout.. Danny signalled to the group he was with, indicating he wanted them to follow as close behind as possible. It really was becoming, as the American Military liked to so, pretty FUBAR. But Danny had it a different way. "Ben, where are we going to run to, now mate? We are in the shit!"

((doesn't look like i need to say anything...))

((so I'm good...))

((Damn, I'll post later, but as far as what you guys want to post, well you can use Ben as you wish, just get to a safe place and then I'll post. If you don't by the time I can next post then I'll post, and sorry for the confusing wording.))

((To the guy who asked me where my last post was, (sorry, dude, but I forget who it was at the moment, totally my bad, sorry) I was at the City Hall.

The people there were: (if I missed you, then say so in the thread)

Nick (me)
Rick (my NPC)
Fred and Emily (Slap's NPCs)
Andy (someone's NPC, again, can't remember who)
Assorted background dudes, (ABD, I lay claim to that acronym right.....NOW!)

Hope this clears some stuff up, if not, PM me, and we'll work it all out.

And to sound like a broken record, Chickidy = Best damn writer I've seen in quite a while))

Nick awoke with a start. He lay there, the scent of the couch and bygone people's asses wafting into his nose. He sat up, wincing as several somethings cracked in protest. Running a hand through his hair, wincing again as it untangled, he stood up and strechted, cracking more things.

Walking out into the hall, a cop walking back from the john acknowledged him with a nod. Nick didn't even register the distrust in his eyes. Federal and other levels of law enforcement were always at odds. Nick quickly learned to stop caring and just focus on the task at hand. Which in this case, was just a tiny bit more important than professional rivalries.

Stepping outside into the early morning mist, Nick lit up another cigarette. Taking a drag, he passively observed several zombies shambling around in a storefront a block down. They were just walking around in a never ending circle. He watched them for a while, then, slightly dizzy, stamped out his smoke and turned to go back inside. Taking a step forward, he walked right into Rick.

Letting out a yelp of fear, Nick jumped back and tripped over a spent shell casing. He overbalanced, and ended up in a sprawling heap.

"Mornin'" chirped Rick with a glint of humour in his eyes.

"You ass..." Nick managed, scrambling to his feet, "I thought you were a zombie."

"If I don't find some coffee in the next few minutes, I sure as shit will be. C'mon, let's head back inside before we attract anything.....uh oh."

Rick trailed off as a moan went up behind them. It started as several, then worked up to around several hundred.

The two agents began sprinting for the Hall. Rick chanced a glance behind him and swore as he saw a horde quickly approaching the Hall. Several others who'd been outside were double-timing it back inside as well.

"Nick...Rick...hurry it up!" cried out Emily as the zombies shambled towards the building, eager to devour the remains of a once-proud city defence force.

Rick leaped over a rotting corpse, barrelled down the final strech, and was tackled by.....something.

Nick couldn't even look at the creature that had taken down his partner. It was so wrong...so unreal...so terrible that his brain couldn't even process what he was looking at. It bit the downed agent in the neck and a spurt of blood arced over its back and spattered the pavement.

"GET OFF OF HIM YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!" bellowed Nick. He made for his dying partner, but was grabbed by a cop.

"No! He's already gone! C'mon, we have to get back inside." he heaved Nick, who recognizing the sheen of death glazing his partner's eyes, twisted around and ran into the Hall.

In a blind rage, he barreled upstairs and picked up his gun. He ran to Rick's room and grabbed his dead partner's gun too.

"Time to pay you shit." Nick said under his breath, and made for a window.

((I'll write the Hall defence scene later. Sorry folks, but homework trumps RPing.))

((Hey guys, I'm back in America for the next two or three months. Woot if you want.))

At 4/5/08 10:06 PM, Chickidydow wrote: "Ya, I guess your right, it would happen during dinner." said his friend as he left the dispatch center.

"Andy, Duran, Hulk, get up." Kirk pounded on the counter. "Why?" Andy asked, as he rolled off the counter to his feet. "A cruiser is coming to pick us up." Kirk responded, starting to move stuff away from the door. "Whoa whoa there kid." Hurok stopped Kirk. "A cruiser? That is pretty vague. Do we know if these guys are friendly?" Hurok asked. "I-I-I don't know." Kirk stuttered. "Well. . what do you guys think? Trust these guys?" Hurok asked the group. "Hey, the enemy of my enemy is my friend." "That logic ain't worth shit now, Duran." Hurok responded quickly. "He has a point Hurok. They'll get us out of here, at least." Andy said. "I could use medical help." Andy lifted his torn hands. Hurok sighed. "Open the doors, guys." Hurok grabbed an ATM and began to move it.

Hurok opened the door slowly, his M16 in his hands. Nothing was outside the door. "Alright, kid, when is the cruiser suppose to show?" Hurok asked Kirk, who stood in front of both Duran and Andy. "The man said immediately." Kirk answered. A motor puttered in the distance. "Hope that that is it." Andy said. Hurok opened to door, and told the others to follow him close. Hurok took cover behind a car that had smashed headlong into a street lamp. A car was far down the road, the headlights shone brightly. The closer it approached, the more hope shone into the souls of the four. Just at the last intersection, as Hurok began to stand up, a car screamed in from the opposite direction and slammed into the cruiser. "FUCK!" Hurok screamed. "WHAT THE FUCK!? DOES GOD HURL CARS AT OTHER CARS NOW?!" He yelled, as he bolted toward the accident. Kirk and the rest followed.

Hurok jumped on top of the hood of the non-cruiser. He pointed his gun into the broken windshield. There was nothing in there. "Fuckin'. . " Hurok turned to look at the cruiser. " 'ey!" He pulled the driver side door open. The driver was dead, broken neck. "FUCKIN'. . " Hurok yelled, as he looked over at Kirk and the others. "We gotta move. I'm sure those creatures are attracted by sounds." Hurok said, as he started walking. "'ey. . maybe we should walk the way the car came from." Kirk said. Hurok muttered, and changed his course.

Alex : everyone in position?

walkie talkie : yeah. me too. i am as well. checkeroonie. affirmitive. negitive , i havn't reached the vantage point , i was ambushed by the creatures. theyr'e dead. i am moving in to vantage poi--- ahhhh bloody hell! die! die! die! ha ha ha!!!! i love it! i'm in position.

alex : i see a few. fire at will.

a gun shot was heard.

gunner : yahoo! i got 3 with 1 shot! whoo!

alex : don,t give your position away!

gunner : sorry sir.

jeff : ha ha! eat lead!

soon everyone was firing.

alex : thwong! while the things are distracted go patch up that hole!

jason thwong : yessir!

((Just a quick side note: Jak, Shalash, you can use my characters in your posts if you'd like. Just don't have me, June, or Ray Ray killed. Got it? Ok, now for some action.))

Big D had seen a lot of strange things in his life, but none of it was anywhere near as strange as what was happening now. Just a minute ago, he had been firing off .50 rounds into the sea of zombies. Now he was staring at blood-spattered walls, trying do figure out what had just happened. June and Ray Ray were just as puzzled.

June: Jesus fucking Christ, what the fuck is going on here?
Ray Ray: I've seen this shit happen in those zombie movies. There's always a group of psycho's who think that this is God's way of punishing the sinners. What they don't realize is that these things don't give a damn if we're sinners or not. All they do is attack people and bite them and shit.
D: Judging by what's painted on that bus, this is probably that group of psychos.
Ray Ray: What was your first clue, Shirlock?
D: This is NOT a good time for that shit, bro. Now shut the hell up and start shooting, damnit!

The three opened fire on the madmen coming out of God's Raven, realizing that they only had two options: Kill or be killed.

D: *shouting* I hate having to do this, but you leave me no choice!
June: Why? Why does it have to be this way? WHY?!
Ray Ray: Damnit! This is not how I was raised!
June: We're not happy about this either.

((Ok, so that's where I'll leave off now.))

((I don't want to seem like I'm hijacking the thread as my own personal rpg, so somebody else write the next portion of our little groups journey to safety, as for me, well I'll write this little bit of information that needs to be in the public.

:P.S. its about the Shadow Man, so I'll have a blast writing it!!!))

Less than 4 blocks away from the historical White Stallion Hotel, the Shadow Man's current residence, sat another important building. Atop an old, dirty knoll was the old Vanalice High Security Prison, with its 10 feet thick, 2 story brick walls, with ramparts for patrolling, as well as the occasional 4 story guard tower it looked more like a Civil War era fortress rather than a prison, from the outside at least. within the 4'000 square feet of walled in space were about 400 cells divided into 4 separate 100 cell corridors, as well as a work area where anything from auto-shop to upholstery could be done, a fairly large guards wing, an administrative wing, 2 mess halls, and in the center a large courtyard with its own baseball diamond, weight lifting yard, and outdoor picnic area. Vanalice Prison didn't house convicts anymore though, just the main working body of slaves in the Shadow Man's empire.

Frank Shadow Man Sellyon walked down the street towards his prison, blending seamlessly with a pack of stalkers, relaxing immediately. Though he had little stress lately thanks to his recent order of attack on the police, and he was expecting to get a full report from his made man in charge of the prison, a certain Jonathon Kerst. [My what a lovely day. Is it day? I can't tell with all these damned clouds.] The Shadow Man looked up, the sky as black and cloudy as it had been the day after the outbreak, whoever was responsible sure new how to set the mood. Well, the Shadow Man wouldn't let such a menial inconvenience ruin his (day?), for it was his favorite time of the (day?), time to check on the tunnel!
After a short ten minute walk the Shadow Man reached the sidewalk in front of the prison, there were no stalkers here but the sight of the men on the wall suddenly snapping into perfect posture after sighting him kept him in just as easy of a mood as before. The Shadow Man let out a pleasant sigh as he continued walking, swiftly moving up to the visitor's entrance, the glass windows replaced with thick steel sheeting, and instead of a regular old Plexiglas door there instead stood a makeshift, 7-foot steel gate with a tiny slit near where a man of average height's eyes would be. There was a short sliding sound as a tiny beam of light slowly revealed itself from withing and two nervous eyes peered through.
"Uhh- . . . Good day master." said an unsure voice.
"A good day indeed, if it is a day, that is." Said the Shadow Man, his voice as sweet as an angel.
"Y-y-yes, I suppose y-you can't really tell anymore . . ." There was another sliding noise and the gate pulled open revealing a well toned white guy in a denim jacket, an MP5 slung over his shoulder. "Well m-m-master, welcome back."
"Good to be back Loyd, now can you do something for me?" asked the Shadow Man.
"Anything, m-master." bellowed Loyd desperately.
"You have yourself a great day, if it is a day, that is." Said the Shadow Man, then he threw his head back and laughed before continuing on out of the vestibule.

The visitor's entrance lead directly into the administrative wing, filled with offices of on site administrators and heads of such things as maintenance, PR, and the funding, that was, before the plague. Recently the offices there were being used as offices for big shot made men and calssrooms for lucky slaves to become fine young grunts in the now swelling ranks of the Shadow Man's army. He walked down this long corridor, getting stern nods from the veteran gangbangers posted to keep order in the halls. [Yes, how could I think things were getting out of hands? Just look at this place! Even if I lost every one of my other assets in the city, no pathetic rabble of cops could break my fortress here.] The Shadow Man stopped infront of one of the offices, on the door written onto a golden plaque was the word Warden, and within it sat the good Jonathon Kerst himself, fidgeting with his tie, trying to get it just right before his master came for his report. The Shadow Man considered knocking, then thought against it and just walked right in.
"Waahh, m-master, what a pleasant surprise." Said Jonathon, jumping as the Shadow Man walked quickly up to his desk and flipped the prepared chair around, sitting backwards on it, his head resting on top of his hands as he looked into Jonathon's eyes.
"You, weren't expecting me?" said the Shadow Man, sounding sincerely confused.
"Of course I-, well, forget I said anything master." said Jon nervously.
"Hahaha, your always good for a laugh Jonny'ma'boy! Now then, what all went down at City Hall? Everything happened according to plan right?" The Shadow Man's eyes flashed with a mad ferocity.
"Well, mostly-" Jon began.
"Mostly? Whats all this mostly business, thats the sort of talk that gets people killed!" said the Shadow Man in an unpleasantly cheery tone.
"Well, we managed to kill a lot of them, but we took a few losses our selves, including those to the, erm, explosives squad-" he continued as the Shadow Man groaned like a child. "But from what I here, any survivors of the original attack would be eaten by now, if you catch my drift, master."
"Ho-ho-ho, I like that very much, Jonny'ma'boy, very much in-fucking-deedy. So how are things tunnel wise?" said the Shadow Man as he flipped the chair around, leaned back and put the heels of his old hiking boots on the desk, completely relaxed.
"Great, but if I know you master, well you'll want to view the progress yourself." Said Jon as he sorted a couple papers on his desk.
"Excellent, I knew there was a reason I put you at ma'side Jon, now if you'll excuse me," said the Shadow Man as he got up and out of the chair, "I've got some slaves to torture." He walked to the door and as he was turning the knob he said, "Oh, did you find that thing I wanted?"
Jon, looking up from his papers said, "Why of course we did, master, just check in with the guards at the checkpoint, they'll have it all ready for you."
"Thats a good boy, Jonny, now get back to work before I fucking kill you."

The Shadow Man walked up to the checkpoint at the end of the administration corridor, it's metal-detectors and plastic booths manned by big, muscle bound men who cowered as he approached them. "Got ma chain there boys?" he asked hopefully.
"Y-y-y-yes m-m-master, r-r-right h-here." said one of the men, reaching under one of the booths and bringing up an 12-foot steel chain coiled up like a rope and handed it over to the Shadow Man. Ever since he had ordered all foremen to use whips the Shadow Man never felt right wielding one himself, he needed something to make him more . . . imposing.
He took it, grabbed an end and whipped it out like it were a peice of sting, the nearby guards doing their best not to whimper. "Hmmm, a good chain, you did, acceptably." he said happily. Then he coiled it up and slung it over his shoulder, then walked through the un-powered metal-detectors, it jingling as he walked in his speedy way. As he passed one of the guards he suddenly made as if to hit him, causing him to jump back and cower, only to stop at the last second, laugh lightly and continue onward into cell-block one, then out to the courtyard, and finally the entrance to his tunnel.

It was time for Danny to step up to the plate once more. Holding his TAR-21 close, the sergeant let his eyes flirt between the groups to see if everyone was present. Noting that Big D, Ray Ray and June where still firing on the enemy, he signalled for the rookie cop that was tagging along to stay with Yonie and Jak. According to the name badge on his chest, this kid's name was Jason {{New character for me to control! Mwahahahahaha!}}

"Sir, you need to pull this team back to a safer position on my signal. I suggest rolling towards the administration wing on the other side of the building. There, we can extract out of the building through the fire escape if need be. Look after this kid, he's a rookie and I doubt he's been getting much out of his team mates!"

Leaving Yonie to take over the control of the main group, Danny quickly sprinted over to where the three kids were, keeping his head down low. The smell of cordite and spent rounds was intoxicating, filling his lungs with every breathe and releasing a course of adrenaline into his system. Gun fights were almost better than sex. Almost. Diving into a roll, Danny landed beside the three juves, his back leaning up against the cover they were hiding behind. Rounds flicked past over head, tearing small cunks out of the walls and tables around the place. One such piece of shrapnel flew past Danny's face, cutting a small, red line from the corner of his left eye to the bottom of his jaw.

"A fuck... You mother's cun..." Pausing, Danny looked over to the over-awed kids. They hadn't taken well to his little circus trick, or his use of language, but atleast he was able to communicate. "Ok, you three. I want you to keep to my arse, and I want you to STICK BY IT! No one falls behind. We're going to do what's called a tactical retreat. We run to the next cover, then we stop, fire at these bastards for a bit, then move back again. Got it?"

Danny raised his hand, lifting his gloved index finger up. It was the signal for Yonie to get ready to pull back. "Ok, when I say go, I mean bloody well go. Ready?"

((actually forget my guy completely))

((Hey Shalash, if you were talking about me and my siblings when you said "juves", then I should probably remind you that Ray Ray is the only one who's under 18 (he's 16). June is 19, and I'm 23. Plus, we couldn't care less about the use of language. As far as I know, there aren't any kids among us other than Ray Ray, but feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.))

At 4/11/08 09:31 PM, CannibalCorpseFreak wrote: ((Hey Shalash, if you were talking about me and my siblings when you said "juves", then I should probably remind you that Ray Ray is the only one who's under 18 (he's 16). June is 19, and I'm 23. Plus, we couldn't care less about the use of language. As far as I know, there aren't any kids among us other than Ray Ray, but feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.))

{{In Danny's eyes, they'd all appear as kids. I'm trying to use descriptions through his eyes. Don't forget, he's been through alot, so he looks older than he is, due to the effects of full out combat for the duration of his Army career, mostly during his ongoing time in the SAS. He'd also think people even his own age were young if they haven't gone through his experiances.}}

((Alright keep this stuff coming guys, since I won't be posting until are groups made it to safety, somewhere . . . I think its time the thread and my hands have a break from my writing, if only for a little while.))

At 4/12/08 11:31 AM, Chickidydow wrote: ((Alright keep this stuff coming guys, since I won't be posting until are groups made it to safety, somewhere . . . I think its time the thread and my hands have a break from my writing, if only for a little while.))

((You must have blisters on your fingers from typing all those posts. I'm waiting for kenshi2 to post the next part. Come on, buddy.))

{{I'm waiting on Jak, Slap and Cannibal to post then I can move my characters back, including the new rookie, YAY! I sense a Leon like character in the making...

Anyways, Chicky, mind if we talk over PM? I have an idea to combine our two plot lines together, the whole government making the anti-body thing and your shadow man. If we can get it to work, it'd make a conspiracy theory style story to kill all conspiracy style stories.}}

{{BTW, I've decided I'm very interested in making another RPG. This one will be more action orientated, no shadowy conspiracy stuff, no giant evil empires, plain all out combat and on the edge of your seats roleplaying. I'm thinking a WW3 kind of idea, based in the middle east, but if anyone else is interested and has ideas, PM me. In the mean time, I await this plot to get moving, it's kinda gotten stale...

P.S I'm also considering making a dedicated Roleplaying crew. No roleplaying will take place in the club, but discussions on types of roleplay, writing skills to do with roleplaying, forum VS messanger 'speed' rping and all that like will be indulged in.}}

I'm fully and totally dead. Some stuff has happened that i need to take care of, and I'll be back on as soon as possible. I'll try and find time to keep myself updated, but i know i don't have time anymore to write, So I'll have to postpone all of this. I'd say somebody take care of my chars, but, It really isn't worth it becuase I don't know how long these issues will take.

So feel free to kill michael and darby off. But please keep yonie alive, just for the sake of the fact that he is a super-awesome character, mkaay?? Please and Thank you!

And is herioc deaths too much to ask? I don't care about darby, I was gonna kill her off anyways, but I'd like Michael to die doing something worthwhile if that's too much to ask.

Good luck my brothers.

(and shalak, I'll be back for that WW3 plot of yours, I can gaurantee that, That'll be fun. Also sign me up for the Rp crew too...)

((Alright nothing much has happened story wise in the past couple of days so time to get things back on track again.))

Ben was running, two where he did not know, but he was running, sprinting in fact, in any direction other than the one behind him. He heard footsteps behind him, and gunshots, the occasional thud, and lots of screaming. [Fuck, FUCK, two fucking steps forwards and three steps back] Ben thought as he rounded a corner. In reality he was heading towards the back of the building, and perhaps subconsciously Ben knew this, but in his waking mind all he was concerned with was getting the hell away from the screaming assholes behind him. He was sprinting down a dark hallway, the lights flickering in and out with each far off explosion shaking the building. He had his rifle, slung on his shoulders and bouncing up and down with each step while in his arms he grasped his shotgun. From behind him he felt rushing air as bullets flew past him, his hair (which had not been cut for some time now) flew wildly in the artificial wind. Ben risked a look behind him at the attacking forces and noticed he was not alone. Trying to keep up with him were Darby, Yonie, and Micheal being tailed by 8 or so cultists, getting the occasional, inaccurate shot of with their Tec9's.
"Where the fuck are we going?" Screamed Darby hysterically.
"Anywhere but here," Ben answered.
"Ya alright, so how abo-" Darby was cut short as a bullet clipped her in the back of the thigh, the arteries spilling blood everywhere. Ben immediately stopped and threw his weight behind him, brought his gun up, clicked off the safety and pulled the trigger. The nearest cultist attempting to chase them had his face blow up, stopping him like a sack of bricks. He landed on his stomach, the grenade rolled harmlessly away. Before the other attackers could get a chance he clipped the closest two of the their number in the crotch. They winced and attempted to scream silently as they fell over, their hands trying to figure out what to do. Ben looked around for cover desperately as the remaining 5 were heading his way fast when he heard Yonie yell, "OVER HERE!" He had found some soft cover behind a couch he had pushed out the long way. Ben sprinted over, leaped over it, and began to reload his shotgun. Ben heard a few Tec9 bullets and a woman scream, causing him to wince. As Ben finished reloading Yonie was lifting up his gun and taking a few careful shots.
"What the hell do we do now?" Asked Micheal, a nervous tone behind what he was trying to present as a strong, confident voice. Ben was about to answer when a small object flew over the couch, bounced once as it his the floor and then sit silent.
"What the-" Yonie said absently when his face lit up. "Its a Fucking Hand Grenade!"
Micheal's eyes shot open as he jumped for it, exposing himself to the attackers. He landed on it approximately three seconds before it exploded, saving Ben and Yonie's lives with his last act of bravery. Ben jumped up to his knee and shot the closest three attackers in a sort of blind, angry adrenaline while Yonie killed everyone who remained in the same state.

((All I feel like writing right now, I hope they m