The Zombie RPG - IC Season Thread

[IC - Thomas Mullaney]

As the truck drove along, all occupants, including Sophie, checked what gear they had for weapons. Clubs, Bats, Knives, Chainsaw...even a pistol.

The truck turned a corner to see the mall. The horde that had circled it before were heading out to the nearby fields and houses. They weren't aware of the approaching truck, and they hoped to keep it that way...

Screeech....Creak....crack

Jack struggled to push the stick into 2nd gear as he approached the entrance to the mall. All the flesh eaters turned to see where the noise was coming from...and their appetites were reawakened as they saw 4 breathers in the truck...

'S***....I sure hope your buddies turn up quick mate or we're screwed'

Matt poised his gun, Thomas gripped both a golf club and his sister, Jack threw another swig of beer down and kicked up his chainsaw.

'Ok let the good times roll....'

 

"Right." I look at the survivors we originally came here for. "It's ok. Come with us. We came here to find you."

I follow Spenser, who takes point. I keep the survivors next to me. Not surprisingly they seem a bit shell-shocked. Ben follows behind.

 

(( OOC: Apparently, I was supposed to post next. I didn't know if the survivors inside were going to post next or what... my appologies for the long wait. ))

"Let's get this moving buffet on the road!"

~Matthew hops out of the truck with his Machete and pistol, and begins running towards the zombies. Laughing his head off, as he spins into one, and decapitates it. After he stops spinning, he quickly blasts 2 more in the head, getting easy headshots due to the fact they were slow rotting corpses. Then he runs towards the Mall, slashing with his machete, going for decapitations, and if he misses on that, he takes off a leg, so they fall to the ground. As he moves foreward, he constantly spins to make stronger attacks, as well as glancing behind him, so he doesn't get too far ahead of the rest of the group. The fact that he was not a very good fighter, told him he shouldn't get too far ahead, or he might bite off more than he could chew.~

"A little help with this bunch would be really nice, Jack!"

~Matthew, holsters his pistol, and speaks quickly into his radio. His voice barely audible over the definitive moaning of the zombies.~

"If your going to come, better come quick. Theres craploads of them here, and I don't feel like becoming zombie chow! Over"

~A zombie comes in, and bites down onto his kevlar armor, its wiry arms grasped around his neck. Once again, the kevlar proves more than his opponent could chew through, and Matthew shoves the zombie back, then cuts into its side. Finishing it off with a single shot to the head, his magazine now with only 4 shots left.~

 

"****! ****! ****!"

Spenser and I fire a few more bursts down the hallway. Another zombie falls. He tosses a grenade. Hopefully it buys us a little time.

Ben leads the survivors as we run towards the parking garage. Apparently we didn't do a good enough job keeping the zombies out of the Radio Shack. They must have gotten through the security gate because they came out of nowhere and have been slowly chasing after us. So Spenser and I take the rear since we've got the riffles. But once again I feel so out of my element.

We turn another set of corners in the maintenance passageways. It was so much easier going through the mall. The passageways twist and turn since they were designed for maintenance personnel to get to all the equipment in the mall. Every time we double back, we lose any lead we've built and the zombies get close again.

I pull out my radio. "Jones! Nguyen! Come in now!"

"Jones here sir!"

"We're coming to you hot. Get everyone ready to go. We're going to meet with the new ones outside and get the hell out of here."

"We're ready sir."

We finally get to the parking lot door. "That's good, because here we come...!"

 

"So he takes the gun," Jack groaned as Matt jumped out into the zombie horde. He rolled his eyes and grabbed the chainsaw. He turned to Thomas and gave him a slow nod.

"Keep Sophie safe. If I don't come back within 10 minutes, or Matthew gets back first, get the hell outta here," he said, his face deadpan. He grabbed 2 cans of beer, opened them and downed them in one. He started the chainsaw, and leapt out of the truck, onto a zombie and slicing its head off. He swings the chainsaw around his body, killing the creatures as they came towards him. He reached Matt, killing a zombie that was right behind him. More zombies came after them.

"Oh come on!" he moaned.

 

Kincaid takes a deep breathe.

We're running out of time these things are starting to close in. Need more time...need more...

He sees the gas-mains, an employee lounge and an axe

Kincaid looks at Peirce and says, "Get to the van now! If I'm not there in two minutes or you see a giant fireball get going. Move! Those people are sitting ducks out there! GO!"

Peirce heads to the van as Kincaid begins to count as he quickly brekas open the gas manes and smashes the down the door to the lounge.

He grabs three grenades and throws them in the microwave, sets the timer for 30 seconds and bolts from the room as he sees the zombies closing down the hall.

Kincaid gets outside and grabs a board props it against the door and dives into the van.

He shouts, "HEADS DOWN! GUN IT"

The van roars just the mall begins to errupt into a large fireball.

 

"RUN!!!" I shout to Ben and the survivors we pick up. Luckily, no one wastes a moment doing so. We burst out of the door into the garage. I notice Jones aim her rifle at us, but lower it instantly.

"Sir! We're ready to-"

"In the cars! In the cars!" Nguyen gets out of the van and directs the new members of our little group into it. Jones jumps into the driver's seat of the jeep. I leap into the van as well.

"How's Jacob?"

"Not good, sir."

I don't even take the time to nod as I through all the packs of meds we picked on the van floor looking for something use full.

That's when Spenser jumps in.

"HEADS DOWN! GUN IT"

The cars peel away as the parking structure shakes. Although we can't see the ball of flame as it explodes from the corridor, we can hear it. We crash into walls as we speed down the structure and burst through the gate to the outside...


...Right into a ****load of zombies.

"Holy ****ing ****!" I hear Nguyen shout as gunfire erupts. A zombie sticks his head in the van, but Spenser blows it away. Then he jumps out.

"Dammit!" I follow, blowing the head off a zombie the second I get out. Jones is smart enough to keep the van moving as we keep the rear clear. To the side of us I see Nguyen driving the jeep with Ben manning the mounted machine gun. He's plowing down zombies left and right and looks to be having the time of his life.

"Where's that other group? The one on the radio," I shout.

"I think they're in that group of zombies!" Nguyen shouts.

"What group?" Then I see in the distance another vehicle swarmed by the undead.

"****."

 

Kincaid takes a deep breath and says, "Oh the fun never ends."

He looks with a set of binocculars and says, "They're giving it a good go but in about 3 minutes they're going to be over run. Let's give them a few seconds to re-group and join the fight."

He looks around the van and attaches his bungee cords to the frame of the van.

He looks at the driver and says, "When I give you the signal hit your horn and keep on hitting it. We want them to come to us. Divide & conquer."

Kincaid wraps the cords around himself and says, "Anyone who can secure themselves to the van and hang outside and fight do so now!"

He pulls out two sawed-off shotguns and puts one in each hand.

He says, "Wait for it...wait...NOW!"

The drive hits the horn as Kincaid opens the door, hangs out and begins firing at the zombies.

 

I grab some cord and start tying myself off. "You are completely insane." I lean off the other side of the cargo truck. "'Course, what does that make me?"

And then we all take off, horns blaring, right into the heart of the storm. And I can only hope we're not too late.

 

Kincaid shouts back as he reloads, "I know but if you got a better idea Doc I'll listen otherwise we have to try and save those people, and if we don't take as many of those sons of b****es with us."

He leans out again and fires.

He's right we have next to no chance of winning this one...if we do...I know that I am here for the long haul...they have a right to know.

 

[IC - Thomas Mullaney]

Thomas and Jack along with the new guy, Matt are giving it their all.

Heads,Limbs and Blood is going everywhere, Jack is whistling as he's smashing skulls but its still not enough.

They keep coming, as if there is a portal seeping them out.

'Man they ain't stopping dude'

A zombie is closing in on the group, undetected and with its sights on Jack.

It creeps up and stands behind him.

'Jack look - '

Before the sentence can be finished, Jack half turns round to blood spraying everywhere. A stray bullet?

A horn can be hear faintly over the moans of the walking dead. Thomas and Sophie turn to see another truck behind them. There are people hanging off the sides blasting away.

'Looks like the other group decided to join the party'

Matt earns himself another two head shots.

Thomas swings out, his clubs cracking through the jaws of coffee waitresses like they are nothing.

Finally some salvation. They're not as alone as they thought.

 

Jack kept swinging wildly at the creatures as they lurched towards them. He knocks the head off one of them, sending it flying. He looks towards the other group coming towards him.

"You know, any time you want to help would be good,"

 

Kincaid replies as he continues firing, "We'll see what we can do."

He looks around for a moment and sees something that just might start to turn the tide in their favor.

Okay time to go Old-school.

He puts his gun down and grabs a baseball bat.

Kincaid says, "Loading is taking too long. Need to speed things up. Luckily these things are soft in the head or their heads are already hollowed out."

He then begins to just swing and bashing the Zombies in the head as quickly as he can. Heads begin to explode in clouds of dust or brain matter.

Kincaid says, "I think it's starting to work but we gotta keep it up."

 

"We can?!" I say, shocked. There's got to be a couple of hundred zombies trying to get their hands on us. I guess we probably could wipe them out, but without any of us getting hurt or killed? And even if we did, we'd use up a good chunk of ammo.

I take another two down. No, we need another option. I look around, but can't see anything through the zombies. Can't go around them. Can't go up. Can't go down. Can't let Nguyen and Jones risk...wait...

Why can't we go down?

I frantically look around, blasting zombies, trying to get a couple of seconds, hoping to find-

"YES!!!" I kneel down, taking out a couple of more as I do so. "I need cover!" Spenser and Thomas just look at me. "Now!!!" They come around me as I get to work.

I pull a charge out and plant it down. I've only used these things a couple of times in training. And I almost blew my trainer up once. Don't think about that! I plop in the blasting cap down with one hand and squawk the radio on my shoulder with the other. "Jones. Nguyen. Get out of here." Spenser and Thomas just look at me. We'll meet you two blocks north. I'll signal you, just keep away from the zombies!"

"But sir-"

"Just go, dammit!" I flip the switch. "Back! BACK!!!" The three of us move away. The zombies close in. I turn to the others. "Everybody down!" Everyone ducks. I blast zombies with my P90, buying us a few seconds, moving my hand in an arc as my other reaches for detonator. I duck down as I press the trigger home. The detonator lights up, and the explosive goes off. A few zombies are blasted back as the manhole cover shoots up into the air.

"Go! Down into the sewers! Everybody go!" After a moments hesitation, everyone starts moving. Spenser, Ben, and I hold the zombies at bay, making sure everyone has a clear path to the hole.

"Yeee-haaa!!!" Ben shouts.

Then it's just the three of us. "Spenser, go. Head them north." He nods and jumps in. "Go," I yell at Ben.

"No, you go. I'll cover."

"No. I've got the gun-"

"Get the **** down there!" For the first time, I see total seriousness in Ben's face. I see the eyes of a killer. And then he smiles. And I really feel fear. I jump down the manhole.

"Yippie-kay-ay-motherfu-"

It's the last thing we hear Ben say.

 

~As he fires single shot with his pistol, he looks back at Jack. Speaking in between shots.~
"You..." *Blam!* "...Think..." *Blam!* "So?"
~He scores 2 headshots, then brings himself around, swinging his machete wildly at the necks of zombies.~

~Noticing zombies on both sides of him, he quickly slices a head off with his machete, as he shoots the other in the head. The shot was bad, somewhat expected due to the fact he was tired, and shooting one handed. He still hit it, and luckily enough, a zombie was right behind the first, and when he double tapped, he got both of them.~

"Double-****ing kill *******s!"

~He then turns around, facing Jack. Sheathing his Machete, and reaching for a fresh magazine from his pack.~

"Back to the vehicle then Jack? When it all started, I expected ya'll to follow as I cleared a path to the rescue vehicle.~

~He slaps a fresh magazine into his pistol, and starts going back towards the truck, popping zombies of opportunity, and gingerly walking in between the tons of zombie bodies, he and Jack left in their wake into the army of undead. It looked like the truck was holding them off, but wasn't going to keep em off much longer. Matt simply timed the zombies, and decided he could get there in between those 2 fat burger-loving zombies, each one had to weigh at least 350 lbs.~

 

He hears Ben yell and Kincaid knows what's happening

Kincaid says, "I'll be back! Count 30 and go if you have to"

He pops back up the manhole cover and sees Ben about to get over-run.

You and I went through a lot of crap and I have every right to hate you...but even I won't let you go down like this.

Kincaid says, "God forgive me"

He puts a bullet in Ben's head and then jumps down the hole.

Kincaid says, "All-right I know these sewers..." The group looks at him and he says, "I'll explain later...straight ahead 50 yards then turn left then 20 yards then right...that'll put us right underneath the street that runs in front of the town theater. We can hide out in the backstage area and try to figure out our next move. Let's move!"

Kincaid doesn't even bother to turn around and begins sprinting down the sewer system.

 

'C'mon everyone. Move." Spenser turns back to the manhole. "What are you doing?"

I hear the shot and stop in my tracks. Turning on the spot, I watch Spenser slowly descend the ladder. I know exactly what he did. Half of me is revolted at what he did. Half of me is relived. But all of me is furious. At Spenser, at the world, and at myself.

Spenser can't even look me in the eye as he starts to lead the others away. I squawk the radio. "Nguyen. Jones," I say with an almost mechanical voice. "New plan. Rendezvous at the town theater. Take the long way to lose any zombies."

I don't listen to them as they acknowledge my order. A zombie sticks his arm down the manhole, trying to reach me in vain. I shoot him in the forehead without thinking about it. He drops into the water behind me. I don't even notice.

I walk a few feet, then pull out a claymore. I set it, pull the tripline across the tunnel, and tie it in place. Then I jog a dozen yards, pull my other claymore, and do the same. I run to catch up. As I make the turn, an explosion rings out. I numbly wonder how many I just killed, knowing that it's not enough.

At the end of this new tunnel, light pours down from the manhole Spenser has opened. I can't look him in the eye.

 

Kincaid sticks his gun out and then looks around he says, "Looks good the outside of the theater looks intact everyone out and down the alley. There's a side door we'll get it open and hide in there for now."

Kincaid sprints down the alley and checks the door.

Excellent! It's still locked meaning we have a chance at some security.

He pulls out a lock-pick set and picks the lock and says, "All-right everyone inside" as he reaches in and cuts on the lights in the backstage area.

Once everyone is inside he closes the door and locks it again.

Kincaid looks around and says, "Okay got an idea." He pulls on a rope that lifts up the cover to the Orchestra Pit and says, "Everyone in the pit now and stay low."

Everyone gets in as he barely looks at Peirce. Once everyone is in he drops the rope and cuts it sealing everyone inside the pit.

Kincaid comes up the pit through a doorway. He cuts on a small lantern and says, "Here's the deal the rope to the pit is cut this doorway is the only way in and out. We keep everything down to low whisper we can hide out here for a good while. Get some rest, lick our wounds and plan our next move. We'll set up guard-duty in shifts..." He looks at Pierce and says, "He and I will take the first shift.." and then begins tell the others their shifts.

Kincaid and Pierce sit near the doorway and Kincaid says, "Time for some truth...I am not who I seem to be for starters my name is not Edward Spenser. It's Kincaid Jonathan Kincaid former member of the Black-Orchards."

Kincaid then proceeds to tell his story to Peirce and then pulls out his lap-top and boots it up. Using a wireless modem he opens an encrypted NSA file on the Black-Orchards and says, "I knew Ben from our Black-OP days he was a psycho and one of the reasons I went underground. I knew you don't approve of my killing him. I'm not proud either but it was either we do it or the Zombies do it. As much as I hated him he had every right to die as a human-being not a Zombie."

 

I can't look Spenser...Kincaid...whoever the hell this guy is, in the eye. But, dammit, I can't blame him. No one should go out like that. Ben probably would have ended up one of those things, and we put them out of their misery. Don't we?

But I still don't know what to say. "I...I should check on Jacob while I have the chance."

I stand up and start to walk away. "Ben would have done the same for us." I leave Spe-Kincaid to his thoughts.

 

Kincaid watches as Peirce leaves.

Told him too much too soon...what other choice did I have? It's time someone knew the truth about me not to mention he has taken an oath to save lives and he knows I just took one.

He shakes his head slowly.

Welcome to the slippery slope of moral ambiguity.

Kincaid punches up more info on his lap-top and takes a deep breath and says, "I think we're in worse than we realized. No national web-sites have been updated in the last few days. Things like CNN and Government web-sites meaning this situation is global and we are really on our own."

 

{IC: Ty Heatherman}



"Not good not good!"



I checked outside the window. I saw 2 vans at the mall



"Maybe not!"



I grabed the .357 P226 off a dead cop, and ran out into the garage. I grabed my shotgun and some shells, and Grabbed a melee hatchet.

I ran outside and blew 2 zombies away



"Get your own car!"



I hopped into my car, and drove. There was a horde of zombies ahead



"Wrong way! Wrong way!"



I turned around and went the longer way. By the time I got to the mall the people were gone



"****!"

 

Now that we aren't driving around like idiots, and I finally have some decent meds to work with, I'm able to stabilize him. At least to some degree. But we still need to get him-

I look around at the others and see a little panic setting in. That's the last thing we need right now. "It doesn't mean we're on our own," I say, trying to reassure the others, and myself. "The government could have declared an emergency, or maybe martial law. It may be bad, but that doesn't mean it's hopeless."

Yeah, I know, not very convincing. Time to change the subject.

"I've got Jacob stable for now. But we'll need to get him to the hospital in the next few hours. I need real equipment and need to take some x-rays."

 

Kincaid looks at Peirce and says, "Okay Martial Law and all that? Where are the troops enforcing it? No newspapers or anything of that nature. There would also be several bulletins on the NSA web stating that and stating when the President would be addressing the nation...."

Just than Peirce says, ""I've got Jacob stable for now. But we'll need to get him to the hospital in the next few hours. I need real equipment and need to take some x-rays.""

Kincaid shakes his head and says, "You're just full of good news aren't you?"

He walks over to Peirce and looks at Jacob.

This kid is going to start crashing sooner than later...

He says, "We can't take him in a truck the ride might kill him not to mention stealth right now is our friend. We know they're out there but they don't where we are and what were planning that's our only advantage. I agree that we gotta get him to the hospital asap and it's about 6 blocks from here."

Kincaid takes a deep breath and says, "Let me gather my thoughts, I've gathered my thoughts. The theater troop here did a production of M-A-S-H last fall meaning a lot of the props may still be here including a stretcher. I'll be back."

He leaves and returns with a stretcher and several strips of canvas.

Kincaid says, "Here's my idea and if anyone has a better one bring it up now. All-right we're going to move Jacob onto the stretcher and secure him with these strips of canvas. It's very strong they'll hold him and we're going to lower him into the sewer and move out to the Hospital. Peirce you and Jones carry him. I'll take point since I know where I am going Ngyuen you bring up the rear. If there aren't any questions or comments let's go the sooner we get moving the sooner Jacob gets in better accomidations."

 

I move around Jacob, getting myself close enough to Spen-Kin-*sigh*-close enough to whisper to him.

"At least I'm trying to avoid panicking them anymore. Give them some hope."

"Sound good. But we need to leave someone with military experience here, just in case." I look around and point to one of the the people we saved outside the mall. "You, Thomas right?" He nods. "I need Jones to stay here and protect these people. You think you can help me carry Jacob to the hospital?"

 

Kincaid says to Nguyen & Jones, "Log-roll him on the stretcher and secure him with the straps."

As Jacob is being strapped down he says, "Anyone who is not needed at the Hospital is staying here. When we got things under control there we'll come back for the rest of you. This is one of the safest places in the city right now." He sets a cell phone next to Jones and says, "It's set to vibrate if we don't check within an hour of our leaving for the Hospital assume the worst and use your own judgement as to how long you stay here."

Kincaid then opens up a map on his lap-top and says, "Once Jacob is well enough to travel for long distances I think I have a way out. It's a long shot but right now I think it's a good one."

He points to an island and says, "That's Frenchman's Island during my covert-ops days we conducted survival trainning excercises there. Once every 6 months we were dropped off there, or shoved out of a helicopter, with a survival knife and told, 'see you in two months.' So we can stay there for a very long time if needed because we got more more than enough gear survive with and we'll pick up more along the way. The only issues 1) The nearest sea-port in this area is about 200 miles east 2) Once we get to the Sea-Port we have to travel 300 miles south to get there. Right now though that's our best shot."

Kincaid sees Jacob strapped in looks at Peirce and says, "Looks like he's ready."