Quarantine (RPG) (Page 2 of 10)

Fort cautiously entered the radio tower room and set the flashlight on his vest to on. The beam of light revealed a barren lobby so he moved towards the elevator to get to the transmission room. He entered the elevator and pressed the second to last floor button because the last one might have been the roof, where he wasn't going. He was wrong. He pressed the 4rth floor and when the door opened to what must have been the most populated part of the building because a huge mob of zombies was waiting for him. As soon as the doors opened they began to shove their hands and torsos into the elevator to get at Fort. He opened fire and was kicking at the desperate zombies, trying to drive them back. He pushed them back far enough to be able to press the close door button and was safe again. He pressed the 5th floor button and waited till the elevator reached the next floor.

"Theres a resturant over there, probly has a freezer, just a short run." Frank said, pointing across the street. "Also, I think food is the last concern in this situation."

After incinerating the hoarde of zombies, Jon came to realize that ammunition might not be the best tool for this job. Bullets tend to run out in the heat of battle, and that was something that could prove fatal in this situation.

He came to a shop named "Kensei Feudal Weaponry". It was apparently deserted. He came in through the front door, like a respectable customer.  Upon entering, he saw a litter of zombie corpses on the floor. He moved in to investigate, stooping down to see the deep slicing wouds in their heads and necks. Jon looked around, trying to see where their attacker was hiding. After about 2 minutes of looking around, he heard a deep, low moan.

"Uhnn."

It was the sound of a zombie, still "alive". Jon pikced up a samurai sword, removing it from its display & taking the blade from its sheath.

"Hello? Anyone there?" Came Jon's monotone voice. Then he saw the source of the moan in a back room. Its shoulders in a slump, a feudal helmet over its head, antique shogun armor all over its body, and a katana in each hand. There was a festering bite mark on its chin. It's where empty and soulless, like a doll's eyes. Jon had guessed it was bitten while fighting off the fallen zombies in the main room. It noticed him, and for the first time in recent memory, Jon was surprised. The source of the surprise? This zombie was capable of running and wielding weaponry. And it ran fast. And it knew how to use those blades.

zombie samurai...classic

The elevator doors opened and Fort entered the radio control room. He was extremely cautious because of what had just happened on the floor below. There was no light so he used the flash light on his gun again. There was no one, no blood or signs of fighting either. The coast was clear. He found the door labeled "Outbound Radio" and shot the electronic lock off. He walked in and saw just what he needed, a Ham radio station set up and operational. He ran towards it and began to input his headquarters' frequency.
"HQ this is Alpha team leader do you read me?" He asked his mic....there was a few moments of silence before the radio finally crackled with life.
"Alpha team leader? Where the hell have you been God damnit!? We've been trying to get a status report on you guys for 2 hours already! The chopper hasn't even come back yet! What the hells going on?"
"Yea about that. The chopper was shot down by someone with a surface to air missle launcher. All the radios were destroyed...........I'm the only survivor."
"Jesus Alpha...ok were sending another extraction team. Where are you broadcasting from? Send us your coordinates and we'll send the chopper your way."
Fort gave HQ his coordinates and went to the roof to wait for the helicopter to arrive.

Jon dove out of the way before the zombie could leap on him. He reached for his uzis before remembering he was out of ammo. The zombie shuffled forward, faster than the other zombies Jon had fought, swinging the blades mindlessly.  Jon picked up another katana and confronted the beast. This one was fairly intelligent for its kind. Appraently, its previous life experience and personality were forcing their way to the surface of the zombie's mind. Jon and the monster's blade were locked against eahcother, neither giving way.  Jon decided to headbutt it, which threw off its balance long enough for Jon to try to gash its stomach.  The blade did not penetrate the meieval armor, and the being returned the headbutt cuasing Jon to fall in the ground. He roled out of the way of the zombie as it brought a katana down. Jon had lost his katanas during his fall, so he scrambled for some other weaponry. His hand brushed against the edge of some shuriken. Jon picked 3 throwing stars up and hurled them with all his might. They found their mark in the zombies face, slicing into his brain and ending the second life.  Jon removed the helmet and chestplate, sure they would come in handy. He also kept a katana.

"Still need ammo" he grumbled.

Fort waited a few hours on the roof for the helicopter to arrive. He could see it in the distance now, heading for his position. It neared the roof and he stood up and walked towards the edge of the building and waived it down. Suddenly the sound of a missle launcher going off made the pilot stop the helicopter. Fort saw the missle heading for the chopper from the street and knew they stood no chance. It hit the underbelly of the chopper and that sent it flying onto the roof It took out the radio tower and exploded, sending sparks, shrapnel and fire everywhere. Fort ducked behind a ventilation duct to avoid the carnage. After the explosion he ran towards the wreckage, but found no survivors. He peered over the edge of the roof and saw the huge trenchcoated figure weilding the Stinger missle launcher. It walked into a dark alley and disappeared from sight once again.

Jacen watched as Frank as he ran off to get some food. Frank had to bash threw the hord of zombies, to get to the store. Jacen felt no desire to help him.

Name: Sindri (no last name given)
Gender: male
Age: late 20s-early 30s.
Job: Mercenary (ex military)
Appearance: wears a long black trench coat, wears a dark gas mask. None of his skin is visible. 
Without his helmet he is a white male with dark black long hair. He has many scars from his days as a Spec-ops commando.
Weapons: Duel .45 caliber black pistols, Katana (dark steel), 12 gauge pump shotgun, fists (expert in Judo)
Rank: Ex Sargent in Spec-ops
Personality: Although he wears black, he is not an emo kid or a goth. He is a strong willed figure. He almost never removes his full face gas mask and rarely speaks to anyone.
Reason in city: Has an apartment and often finds work in the city.

Bio: Worked as a commando until a near death experience. He left and became a mercenary. Often keeping a low profile, he is more than powerful in close combat. An expert in hand to hand combat and in firearms, he is a very strong opponent. He wears a jet black gas mask with his duel pistols.

After Jon managed to find an amoo store, he restocked his uzis and grabbed afew fresh clips so that he wouldn't need more supplies any time soon.

Kovacs Journal, Entry 7B:

Have been working all day. Monsters everywhere, the disease is spreading. Soon it will be dark. Beneath me, this awful city, it screams like an abbatoir of dying children. On this morning the world ended. Somebody knows why. Down there...somebody knows. I am going to kill them.

Jon stuck to the rooftops, searching for somewhere where the contagion could have originated. Whenever he saw a large group of zombies, he would use cherry bombs or bottle rockets to end them. Eventually the only firework he had left was the other "nagasaki." This was okay, though. The fireworks had been cumbersome, taking up too much space. Getting them out from under his chestplate was difficult, so he was glad when he was almost out. After about an hour or so of patrolling the rooftops, Jon saw an overturned armored car, the back end busted open by a H1 Hummer. Evidently there had been a crash. Inside the armored car, there had been some kind of haz-mat containers, which had been overturned during the crash. Jon was certain this was the start of the plague. On the side of the armored car, the word RAND was emblazoned in big block letters.

Kovacs Journal, entry 7C:

First excursion of evening proved interesting. The truck says RAND on the side of it. Rand Corporation HQ not fra from here. Rand responsible? Must investigate. This city is dying of rabes and  the best I can do is wipe random flecks of foam from its lips. Never despair. Never Give in. Even at the end of the world. It is time to leave these mean streets infected with monsters. I have business elsewhere with a someone higher up on the totem pole.

(Wow, he hasnt seen a single zombie yet.)
Frank was tired of yelling, it was attracting more zombies. That was bad. "Im coming in!" He pulled the chain saw off his back and started it up. It was almost out of fuel, but he cut through most of the door easily. (assuming its wood) About halfway through he ran out of fuel, and used the sledgehammer to make a gap he could walk through.