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Group 3: One teammate has died.

Cpt. Plague — Tue, 05 Jun 2012 00:26:31 +0000

Group 3: (FOREST)
Volfy (Pistola)
Andreas *LEADER
ChrisM
Eurocracy

"I've tied him up, he's not going to hurt anyone now! Just leave him!" While Chris had resided to weeping quietly, Eurocracy's mind raced, trying to come up with some way to save him.

"Euro."

"No, Andreas! Look, I put a tourniquet on his arm, he'll be fine!"

"Euro..."

"He-..." Euro slumped down in front of Chris. Andreas walked up and put his hand on Euro's shoulder.

"It has to be done, Euro, we need to just get this over with and get out of here before the situation gets worse."

Volfy shook his head. Hot tears rolled down Euro's face as he looked at Chris, there had to be a way... There had to be something else that could be done.

Andreas stepped away from him, "Volfy, make it quick, we don't want him to suffer any more than he already has. Euro, let's go."

Volfy stepped around Euro and raised the barrel at Chris. "Eurocracy, stand back, we don't have time for-"

"Don't have time?!" Euro snapped, his face flush and eyes wild with desperation, " Don't have time?! We're talking about a life! A human being's life!"

Andreas stormed towards him, "Wrong!" he snarled, "YOU are talking about a life! WE are talking about our lives! The more time we waste, the more you shout, the more you put all of us in danger! I don't WANT to do this, but you know just as much as I do that it needs to be done! I will NOT put the lives of our group in jeopardy because you can't let go of someone who is already dead!" He turned to Volfy, "Gimme your gun, I'll do it."

Volfy stepped forward to hand the rifle over, Eurocracy placed himself between the two, eyes locked with Andreas.

"Euro. Move."

"No... Andreas...It's just that-"

"Move."

"Let me do it."

Andreas raised an eyebrow, "What?"

Eurocracy inhaled deeply to calm his breathing, "Let me do it. You're right, I know he needs to go, but you're also right about the noise. We can't waste any rounds, and any gunfire might draw more trouble. Let me do it." The sharp scissors in his hands glinted in the sunlight.

"Eurocracy..."

"No, Andreas, I'll do it."

The other two watched in silence as Eurocracy knelt before Chris, the scissors between them. He whispered to Chris, most audibly a "I'm sorry" before the sharp point of the scissors were brought to his stomach. As he plunged them into his gut, Chris doubled over in agony on top of his new wound, blood starting to dampen his shirt as he collapsed into the damp leaves, unmoving.

"There." Eurocracy said, stoic, "It's done. Let's get out of here."

"Yes, let's." Andreas walked with him towards the treeline. As they approached it, Andreas glanced over his shoulder at Volfy who still stood over the body. Volfy looked back and shook his head. Andreas sighed and nodded his head.

The sharp crack of the rifle caused Euro to whirl around. Volfy rushed towards them to catch up, smoke from the chamber as blood leaked from now-dead Chris' skull and into the dirt around him.

"No!" Euro's eyes went wide, "You murderer!"

Before he could step towards the body, both Volfy and Andreas had him, pulling him through the woods as they ran away from the cabin. It wasn't until they spilled out of the forest and onto the gravel road that Euro stopped resisting.

"Oh my god...I see pavement up ahead!"

****What happens now?

Group 2: One teammate has died.

Cpt. Plague — Thu, 31 May 2012 23:44:06 +0000

Group 2: (SUBURBS)
Wof *LEADER
Tursi The Puma
Geek *DECEASED*
Anathema

"Throw something to get his attention" Anathema whispered back, "I'll sneak around him and start the truck, we can't leave Tursi behind."

Wof nodded, picked up an empty pill bottle, and tossed it in the direction of the man. He turned quickly to the sound of the racket, and then to the interior of the store, towards the pharmacy, sweeping the beam of light from his flashlight over the toppled shelves and merchandise.

His beam landed on Wof, who stood up calmly, raising his hand in greeting, the pipe firmly clutched in the other. As Wof slowly started walking towards the man, Anathema went in the other direction, ducking behind shelves he crept around the far side of the store. The man still blocked the door from this angle, still focused on Wof, but if he were to move, it would be a straight shot to the truck.

Wof stopped walking, and cautiously placed the pipe on the floor before him, slowly moving his hands back up to his helmet, and removing it from his head.

The man watched silently, keeping the beam steady on Wof.

"Hey there." Wof spoke quietly, "I just needed to come in here to get some medication, I'm not a threat, and I'm not infected. See?"

Wof turned his head from side to side to show that he wasn't bitten on his face or neck, the man squinted, trying to see. He stepped closer to Wof, craning his neck to determine if there were any visible wounds.

Anathema took advantage of this movement and, without making a sound rushed out of the door, and to the bed of the truck.

"Tursi? Hey, you still with me, buddy?"

Tursi shivered slightly as Anathema wiped the cold sweat of his fevered face.

"Ok Tursi, I'm going to give you a shot. It should help you get better, don't freak out."

Anathema removed the wrapper from the syringe and drew the dosage out of the plastice ampule. Tursi didn't seem to feel the needle, though he did shiver again when it came out.

"Alright, that should hopefully do it, here, I'm going to go back inside to get Wof"

Wof had his back to the door and was talking to the man with the Machete. The man was a good foot and a half taller than Wof, he had put his flashlight down and was holding the helmet in one hand, turning it over and looking at it as Wof continued to talk, gesturing at the truck.

Anathema stepped into the doorway, and met the eyes of the tall man, Wof turned around with a smile on his face.

"Hey Anathema! I was just talking to him about the truck, I figured he might be-"

The man swung the machete into...through the side of Wof's face. It cut diagonally down from the top of his his ear to the corner of his mouth before wedging in the skull.

Wof shuddered violently, as though being electrocuted while the man ripped the machete from his skull, and bringing it back to the side of his head, horizontally at eye level.

Blood sprayed as Wof gurgled and collapsed in a heap on the floor.

The man put the helmet on his own head and looked back up towards Anathema, who stood watching in silent horror.

Before he could see anything else, Anathema was out the door, and in the truck, cranking the key frantically to start the old beast. He half-expected the engine not to start, but he was half a mile away before his heart pumped slow enough for him to think clearly.

He drove in the direction of the city, the road now beginning to clear.

****What happens now?

Group 1: One teammate has died.

Cpt. Plague — Thu, 31 May 2012 23:43:48 +0000

Group 1: (CITY)
Fruit Nazi *DECEASED
Colonel
Arcavella
Rowan

"Stop!"

Rad pulled the trigger right as Arca hit him. The force of the tackle brought the barrel of the rifle up, sending a spray of fire and sparks up into the darkness of the shaft above, Rad's stumbled backwards, his foot slipped over the corner of the elevator car, and wedged his ankle between the car and the cable. The rifle flew out of his grasp, tumbling down into the endless dark as he clawed at the air frantically trying to catch himself.

Arca watched almost in slow motion as Rad's free leg went skyward, and fell backward, headfirst into the shaft. His boot, firmly wedged by the car remained as the rest of his weight and his gear pulled him down. The audible crack of his trapped lower leg snapping in half was grisly and horrifying, only surpassed by the shrieks of pain and terror that followed as Rad dangled helplessly upside down in the dark.

The screams seemed to last an eternity as they echoed around Arcavella, tearing into his head and ripping at his insides. He collapsed to his knees, holding his hands over his ears; it wasn't until Rad fell silent that Arcavella realized that he too had cried out, his own voice now strained.

Once he was out of the elevator, Rowan was no where to be seen, just as panic started to set in, he saw a door down the hall open. Rowan staggered out.
"Rowan, you scared me!"

Rowan looked up, eyes half oApen. "Sorry Arca, after you got the door open I started feeling really light-headed. I think I might have fainted, I thought I heard screaming, but when I woke up I was by our gear, I remember being really dizzy and throwing up. I think I'm better now, but I'm really hungry. Where's Rad?"

"Wh-what?" Arcavella shook his head, "You didn't see?"

"No man, I'm really sorry, I told you I was feeling really sick so I went to the bathroom...I had to use the crowbar to get in, and I couldn't really see anything inside-"

"Rad is dead."

"What are you talking about?"

"Rad was going to shoot you, I pushed him off the elevator, it was either you or him!"

"I don't remember..."

"Nevermind! Let's just get out of here."

Rowan had to lean heavily on Arca to climb down into the shaft. Atop the elevator car they used the crowbar to pry open the roof access.

"Hey Rowan, hold the hatch open for me, it looks like the door is open in there."

Arca climbed inside the car and moved towards the partially open door, sunlight from this lower floor cast a bright patch of light inward.

"H-help...me..."

Rowan looked up, was that Rad?

"Rad? Is that you?" Rowan looked around, but he could see nothing but dark atop this elevator.

"Rowan...help...don't trust Arca..." Barely over a whisper, Rowan wasn't sure he heard it at all.

"Rad? Rad?! Is that you? Where are you?" Rowan called out and waited, but only silence replied.

"Hey Rowan!" Rowan's attention went back to the car, Arca had re-emerged through the open door and leaned back in to call up to him, "Rowan!" he hissed, "Get down here, I think I see a vending machine! And the stairway on this floor is clear!"

Rowan took one last look around before climbing into the car. Was it his fever? Imagination? What really happened earlier?

**** What happens now?

Group 3: Decision Required

Cpt. Plague — Mon, 21 May 2012 03:09:47 +0000

Group 3: (FOREST)
Volfy (Pistola)
Andreas *LEADER
ChrisM
Eurocracy

"What happened?!" Euro grabbed for Chris' wrist. Chris pulled away.

"Chris! We don't have time for this! What happened? Did you get bitten?"

"Fuck off! I'm fine!"

Andreas looked at Euro, Euro nodded back. Before Chris could object they had tackled him, pinning his arms to the ground. Chris writhed on the ground, shouting and struggling to move the other two off of him, to no avail.

Volfy did not have to look closely at the hand to see it was clearly bitten, multiple teeth-marks and bloody torn flesh were testament enough to that.

"Damn it!" Volfy turned away.

The other two let go of Chris, who sat upright, clutching his injured, bleeding hand to his chest.

"Here" Andreas bent down, and began to gently wrap Chris' hand with gauze from the pack. "It doesn't look like you're bleeding out, but this will help keep any more dirt in that wound.

"You want to keep dirt from getting in his wound?" Volfy turned back around to face them, "Why? So it doesn't get infected? Look!" He pointed to the corpse of the shambling creature that had attacked them, "He's already infected! It's too late! He's going to turn into one of them, I guarantee it!"

"And what would you have us do?" Euro spoke up, "Just shoot him? Put him down like a rabid dog?!"

"Yes!" Volfy turned the rifle towards the now-silent Chris, "I'll do it right now. Otherwise he just becomes a liability! We don't have time to argue, we need to get out of here, now, something must have heard the racket, and I don't want to be here when it arrives!"

"Wait! Stop!" Eurocracy forced himself between Chris and the rifle, "It's not too late, if he is infected, we can stop it from spreading."

"How?"

"Well unless you've got a meat-cleaver you've been hiding, the only way I can see is to tie-off a tourniquet. It'll stop the infection without him bleeding out." Euro took the paracord and began to wrap it tightly around Chris's shoulder.

"What the fuck are you doing? That hurts!" Chris tried to pull away, but Euro held on.

"Either we do this now, or they kill you, Chris, stop struggling."

Volfy shook his head, "This isn't going to work! It's already been in his bloodstream, he's already infected! We should just kill him now and get out of here while we have the chance!"

"No!" Eurocracy finished off the knot, "Look, we have enough cord to tie him up in case he turns, we can just take him with us! We don't need to kill him!"

"There's barely any cord left, Euro! We take him with us, and he becomes a danger to the whole group! We need to go, now! Just get this over with, and get out of here!"

Eurocracy looked towards Andreas, "Back me up here! We don't need to kill him, we can just tie him so he can't hurt anyone, and take him with us. We can't just kill him!"

"Andreas" Volfy lowered the rifle, "I'll leave it up to you. If you say we take him with us, then let's go, but its a bad idea. I'm telling you this right now. Nothing good can come of this, I know it sucks, but we have to kill him now before he hurts anyone. I can make it quick and painless, or we can risk him hurting more of us later. It's your call."

Chris looked up at Andreas, it was clear that he was crying, "Please... Andreas. I don't want to die..."

****Andreas, What happens now?

Group 2: Decision Required

Cpt. Plague — Sun, 20 May 2012 06:16:29 +0000

Group 2: (SUBURBS)
Wof *LEADER
Tursi The Puma
Geek *DECEASED*
Anathema

"Goddamn it Wof! This was the worst idea ever!" Anathema was furious, "What good is a fucking vehicle if we can barely drive it?!"

Once again the truck idled, another dead-end lay before them. Time and again they had run into piles of charred vehicles and blocked streets. Debris and wreckage made it almost impossible to travel, and though the truck had been able to drive through up through the lawns of the houses, they would inevitably find their way blocked.

For days this went on, driving in shifts for hours, stopping to siphon gas from other cars, and turning around into the suburban maze to backtrack progress. Though they had traveled a decent distance from where they had started, the obstructions had caused them to stay mostly inside the suburbs and the neigboring city that separated them from the outskirts, and the largely undeveloped mountains that lay beyond.

Though the supplies had only recently started to dwindle, Tursi had taken ill. He rode in the bed of the pickup truck, unable to bend his leg at the knee at first, as it had swolen and locked out, slowly spreading to his ankle and hip.

At this point he was traveling constantly between cold sweat and fever, spending the day asleep, wrapped in blankets. Both Anathema and Wof had used the bottled water to clean his wound, though they hadn't discovered it until infection had already set in.

"Well what the fuck SHOULD we have done then?!" Wof snapped back, "You want to go back to the gas station? It's a little late for that idea!"

Wof turned the truck around, once again traveling backwards to the last open intersection they had passed.

"I know Wof, I don't know... It's just that we need to get help for Tursi, and this isn't exactly going as planned."

For a while the inside of the truck was silent as they drove, turning around, snaking through yards and over sidewalks, until the came out in the parking lot of a small shopping center.

"The drug store!" Anathema pointed, Wof nodded, pulling the truck to a stop. The front door was open, and it was clear that there had been people here before. Tursi cried out in his sleep, they all knew that he needed antibiotics soon, or it would be too late.

Wof and Anathema vaulted over toppled shelves and scattered merchandise, they rushed through the doors of the pharmacy in the back of the store. Entire shelves were empty, they split up, isle by isle, searching desperately through the small inventory that remained.

"I found it!" Anathema exclaimed, snatching up a box from the shelf. Fast-acting antibiotics that would completely cure infection and the related illness within hours.

"I found it! I found i-" Anathema repeated excitedly rushing around a shelf to find Wof staring towards the front of the store. A man they had not seen before was inside, a flashlight in one hand, and a machete in the other; blocking their path back to the truck.

"This is not good..." Anathema muttered to himself. "We can't get past him without him seeing us; I did see a back door in the pharmacy, but that exits on the opposite side of the shopping center, we'd have to go all the way around it to get back to the truck."

Wof nodded, "Maybe he can help us. I could try to talk to him, if nothing else, distract him so you can get by, otherwise we might not be able to get to Tursi. It's your call."

****Anathema, What happens now?

Group 1: Decision Required

Cpt. Plague — Sun, 20 May 2012 06:15:37 +0000

Group 1: (CITY)
Fruit Nazi *DECEASED
Colonel
Arcavella
Rowan

"Gotta get to the street...To the street...Need the backpack... coffee filters..."

Rowan muttered to himself as he slept, his forehead drenched with a feverish sweat. Almost two more days had passed since they first entered the building, and very little progress had been made thusfar.

"Need...get a car...On the street...has cars..."

"How?!"
Rowan sat up, startled by Rad's sudden outburst.
"How the fuck are we supposed to do that?! You keep saying, 'get a car, drive away'! We've been sitting here the whole time while you rant, awake and asleep about coffee filters and driving away! How?! How the FUCK are we even supposed to get a car if we can't even get downstairs?"

Rowan shook his head, "...if we can just get to the street-"

"Fuck!" Rad kicked his chair across the room, Rowan flinched, but stayed on the ground, "Fucking useless!"

Arca heard the commotion from out in the hallway; things were getting worse. They had run out of food, and while they still had water, eating nothing but candy and protein bars scavenged from desks had cause tempers to rise. Rad was noticeably stressed after shooting the creature in the supply closet, even still he avoided even going into the hallway.

Nobody had so much as looked inside since the event with the creature, though Rad sat motionless before the door for hours before he could be coaxed to move.

As much as he hated the idea, he knew he had to use the day's light to look inside; he grabbed the handle and flung the door open. As light washed into the room, air rushed out; the previously sealed room now accosted him with the most unholy stench of fester and rot, oozing bile and coagulated blood from a wretched corpse.

His eyes watered, and his stomach lurched; pinching his nose and holding his breath he thrust his head through the doorway. Cleaning supplies, trash, and tools; one in specific, a crowbar that he knew immediately could pry open the elevator

Wasting no time Arca wedged the crowbar in the door, and pushed, the doors groaned, but held. Before he could even turn to ask for help, Rad was there. Once again, they pushed, throwing their entire weight against the bar, the doors held, shuddered, and burst open, the metallic snap of the latch holding them in place breaking.

The shaft was open, dimly lit from the hallway; the car had stopped at the floor below, and provided a surface to step out into the shaft, the other
car must have been stopped much further below, somewhere in the endless black.

Both walked out onto the elevator car, noting the ladder on the side that led down into the dark.

The silhouette of Rowan appeared in the doorway, shivering from fever. Before he could join the other two, Rad had raised his rifle. Standing on the edge over the empty shaft by Arca, he aimed at Rowan.

"You...Rowan, you're a liability."

Arca looked at Rad, startled.

"I saw what happened" Rad continued, "When that creature fell on you, you were covered in blood, maybe he bit you, maybe you got cut... But you're infected, and I'm not going to let you get us all killed."

Rowan coughed, "I...I'm not infected! I'm just sick! We haven't eaten in..."

"Enough!" Rad boomed, his voice echoing down the empty shaft over which he was perched "You die now, before you can hurt anyone!"

Arca saw as his finger moved toward the trigger, standing only feet away, and inches from the empty shaft below.

****Arcavella, What happens now?

Group 3: No casualties... Yet

Cpt. Plague — Fri, 04 May 2012 01:19:32 +0000

Group 3: (FOREST)
Volfy (Pistola)
Andreas *LEADER
ChrisM
Eurocracy

"Come on" Andreas didn't have time to searching for noises from the night. If anything, he thought, this was a sign that they should get moving. "Let's go check out that building we saw last night!"

With the exception of the surrounding circumstances it wasn't a terribly unpleasant day, the insects were in minimal form, and the forest birds kept tune with the warm rising sun.

"We have to be very careful" He thought to himself, the rest of the group crouched behind him as he peered over a fallen tree towards the opening that surrounded the cabin. Thick thorny bushes hugged the ground near the dilapidated building, but the trees came no closer than 30 meters in any given direction. A pile of firewood was stacked against the closest wall of the cabin, with an ax embedded in a large stump nearby a manual water pump.

They crept slowly out of the treeline, the low ground cover silencing each carefully placed step. Andreas pressed against the side of the house, and around the corner to under one of the windows, motioning for Euro to do the same under another. Volfy crouched and leveled his rifle at the front door, as each of the other two prepared to look through the wire screen covering the square windows cut into the side of the building.

Chris, on the other hand, stepped back, and sat down, leaning against the stump; watching with amusement.

Andreas held his breath as he slowly raised his head to peak inside. He heart pounded in his chest so hard he swore he could feel it in the tips of his fingers and his ears. Eurocracy followed suit as the two both peaked through their respective windows.

Inside the building was mostly empty space. Two or three rotting old mattresses lay on the wooden floor, and a small cast-iron stove stood in the corner next to a small crate containing what appeared to be an assortment of skillets, pots, and cooking utensils, a door to another room stood across from it, shut, with no windows peering in or out.

"Come on." Andreas whispered, "Let's check it out." Eurocracy nodded, and opening the front door slowly, he let Volfy in, who quickly scouted the room for any creatures. Euro followed behind, and behind him Andreas, pausing for a moment to whisper back to Chris, who was looking up with his eyes closed; feeling the sun warm his face. "Pssst! Hey, we're going inside, keep watch out here."

Chris frowned, without even opening his eyes he gave Andreas a thumbs-up.

Andreas shook his head and stepped inside.

Though they crept towards the door slowly, every few steps a floorboard would creak and all three would freeze and listen. Andreas didn't know how long it took to cross the small room, but it seemed like a lifetime. Volfy never lowered his rifle, and kept it aimed at the door, Andreas and Euro slowly positioned themselves on either side of the door. Holding his breath, Andreas reached out for the door handle with one hand, he looked at Volfy who nodded back; his other hand counted down.

3...
2....
1.....

He flung the door wide open, waiting for any number of horrors to come pouring out from inside... And yet, there was nothing.

The small room was devoid of life, just a small hold cut into the ground, over which a toilet seat was rigged, and spigot closing a hose which hang from a large container of clear fluid that let in sunlight from the hole in the roof through which it protruded.

Suddenly a shriek outside broke the silence. The group ran outside, bursting through the door to see Chris struggling on the ground with a rotting, thrashing beast.

Andreas didn't hesitate, before Volfy got a chance to find a clear shot, Andreas had ripped the ax from the stump, and swung like a golf-club tearing the skull of the creature to bits, and sending it limp to the ground.

Chris scrambled to his feet, shaking. "I don't know what happened, I must have dozed off." He hid his hand beneath his shirt, it throbbed painfully as the blood made the fabric damp.

****What happens now?

Group 2: No casualties... Yet

Cpt. Plague — Fri, 04 May 2012 01:19:11 +0000

Group 2: (SUBURBS)
Wolf *LEADER
Tursi The Puma
Geek *DECEASED*
Anathema

The lights became more vibrant as they approached the 7-11, Anathema mounted the wall that separated the backyard they moved through from the open street in front.
He looked back, and reached down, grabbing hold of Tursi's forearm and pulling him upon the wall.

"Thanks" Tursi whispered, taking a deep breath, they both reached down and pulled up the panting Wof below. As he kicked and struggled to climb up, they lost their balance, each tumbling down to the soft grass below.

"So..." *Gasp* "Fucking" *wheeze* "Tired!" Wof stood up and took a step back face the wall, balancing against it with one hand, and holding back the helmet with the other, he began to vomit. The muscles in his stomach forcing what little contents they had spilling into the grass. The smell of the rotten flesh in the airvent of his helmet was overpowering, more so when he had to breathe-in heavily through it.

Tursi looked away, if he watched, he felt he would join him.

Anathema stood at the edge of the street, looking towards the illuminated gas station across the way. Generators had been set up around it, and floodlights shone brightly inside. He expected to see movement, shambling or otherwise, but as he squinted into the brightly lit building, everything was still. He could smell Wof before he saw him standing beside him, the aura of fresh vomit sour on his breath.

"Are you going to be ok?"

Wof grinned and patted his stomach, "Yeah, I think I'm fine now, now that that's out of my system."

It was Tursi who looked nauseous now, he didn't even want to think about it.

"Ok, so I say we take that path along those houses over there to get closer to the gas station. I didn't see anything over there, so we should be fine."

Wof looked at Tursi and they both nodded in agreement.

This time it was Tursi who spoke up, "We should just get supplies and get out. As much as I'm glad to see some light, I don't want to stick around any more than I have to."

"Right." Anathema agreed as they made their way across the street, and into the shadows of the houses.

Anathema peered around the corner, still they didn't see anything moving inside. They sprinted across the crosswalk and up against the side of the convenience store. Once again he peered inside, nothing.

"Alright" He hissed, "Let's get in there, grab what we can use, and get out!"

As they turned the corned and jumped through the broken window he was astounded at how much was left over. Though some of the items inside had been piled up, and the shelves knocked over, a majority of the merchandise was still intact.

Anathema grabbed package after package of beef jerky and passed it back to Tursi, who then stuffed it in Anathema's backpack.

Wof leaned over the counter and snatched up a few plastic bags, threw a handful of lighters inside, a few packs of gum, and 3 bottles of water.

"Who's in there?"

He looked up as the voice from the roof shouted down.

Anathema froze and looked over at him.

"They're taking the supplies! Get 'em!"

Tursi quickly pulled the zipper on the backpack shut, and took the bag of water bottles from Wof. He was the first out the window as the other two followed behind, shaking from adrenaline.

"Quick! That way! Behind the houses!" Wof whispered.

Without hesitation they began to run away from the building. A gunshot flashed by them, striking the ground as they ran.

The first two dodged behind an ancient rusted pickup truck as Tursi followed behind. Another shot sounded, and Tursi felt the spray of a waterbottle explode, he lunged to the side, and almost as if in slow motion, felt the jagged corner of the bumper tear hot against his leg.

Yet again there was gunfire, but the three were out of the light, and into the darkness of the surrounding neighborhood.

****What happens now?

Group 1: No casualties... Yet

Cpt. Plague — Thu, 03 May 2012 23:36:27 +0000

Group 1: (CITY)
Fruit Nazi *LEADER
Colonel
Arcavella
Rowan

"Hey, I found another laptop!"

Rowan looked up as Arcavella pulled the machine from beneath an overturned desk.

The top floor of the building, number 60, had been largely executive offices, mostly locked.
The search through the cubicles in unlocked open area had produced a small pile of "fun-sized" candies, and a box of 6 power bars. The computers, unfortunately, lacked power, and the laptops they had found were all password protected. The door to the stairway was hopelessly barricaded from the other side.

"Dammit!" Rowan hurled the machine against the wall. Once again he was defeated by the screen that calmly asked for the login information he did not possess.

Rad turned over in his sleep at the sound of the racket, muttering something to himself.

Rowan shook his head and stood up, "Just go to sleep Arca, we'll figure out."

Arca was not about to argue, he was tired, and had a headache from the candy they had been eating. He laid down on the floor next to Rad, the rifle between them, and as the cold, silver moonlight through the windows washed over them, he felt himself quickly drift out of consciousness.

Rowan paced for a bit, back and forth, nothing was going as planned. This building was a bigger obstacle than he first assumed, though he had his mind set to escape it.

Predicting the futility in it, Rowan tried the handle to one of the small adjoining offices. Locked. Go-fucking-figure. He played with the knife in his hand as he walked door-to-door, locked, locked, locked. Into the hallway,elevator, no power, the door to the executive bathroom, locked, supply closet, locked, janitor's closet, lock-... Not locked. He pushed against it, felt it give a little, and fall back closed.

Excitement burned inside him, he pushed harder this time, the door opened more, and once again fell shut.

"Alright motherfucker" he muttered to himself, rearing back to the other side of the hallway, he charged into the door.

It crashed open, and he fell forward into blackness, the room only slightly illuminated from the moonlight that shone through the hallway window.

A soft moan caught his attention. From behind the door stepped a dark figure whose silhouette obscured the open door, and swayed drunkenly back and forth.

Rowan cried out, scrambling backwards, slipping on the wet floor, and clawing at bucket, mops, and shelves that he brought down upon himself; he was unable to stand.

Panic swept through him as it came closer, he turned over to face the thing, his back against the wall, holding out the knife at the thing as some sigil to ward off evil. But it took no heed of it.

Helplessness gripped him, he felt as thought it were some bad dream, he couldn't move his legs, or run away, and just as the thing stepped closer, a deafening crack rang out. The entire room was illuminated with hell's fire as the being whipped around, cold blood flying from it's shoulder, again there was a crack, distant now, muffled by the shrill sirens that overtook his senses. The cold spray of flesh, blood, brain, and bone hit the side of his face, coating him from hair to neck with the rot of death. The creature collapsed on top of him, he kicked frantically pushing it off, and it wasn't until he saw Arcavella standing over him, that he realized he was screaming.

Rowan took Arca's hand, and followed him into the hallway. The rifle lay on the ground in front of Rad, he sat against the wall just staring at, at his hand, then back at the rifle. His mouth moved, but if he was saying anything, none of them could hear him, all they heard was ringing.

***What happens next?

Group 3: Incrimental Update

Cpt. Plague — Tue, 24 Apr 2012 23:42:42 +0000

Group 3: (FOREST)
Volfy (Pistola)
Andreas *LEADER
ChrisM
Eurocracy

As he peered out over the top of the forest below Eurocracy felt a sense of dread; they were really alone, in the middle of no-where, out in the open and vulnerable. The darkness seemed to press in towards them from between the trees around them. Though they had made a small clearing around them, visibility beyond that ended almost immediately in every direction except before him, over the steep side of the hill.

If he squinted he could almost make out the place where they had seen what looked like a roof, or part of one, earlier. What was that? A cabin? Maybe a shed or something?

Chris sat with his back towards Eurocracy, watching with amusement as the other two tried to create some sort of contraption out of their muddy clothes and the paracord.

They spoke instructions to each other in hushed whispers. The rustle of them clearing out damp leaves, and the occasional snap and crunch of the errant twig underfoot caused Chris to cringe with each motion he heard.

As the last of the light faded away, and the moon began to rise in the sky they were finally finished, their damp, muddy clothes tied haphazardly to a sort of makeshift clothesline, fastened to planted branches with shoddy knots and electrical tape.

Eurocracy waved a mosquito out of his eyes, as he had stayed in his clothes, the mud worked to repel some of the insects that began to swarm at dusk. They still accosted his face, hovering millimeters away from the skin and darting away, or burrowing into the corners of his mouth with an almost suicidal drive.

The noises of night began to pick up around them as the group all huddled together by the edge, where the moon shone the brightest.

Volfy produced two tins of sausage from his bag, handing one to Andreas, and opening the other himself. They all took turns sharing from the cans, quietly recounting the days events, and waving away the persistent insects.

It was decided that they would sleep in shifts, passing around the watch to divide the night in hours. Eventually the group, save Eurocracy, had curled up in a small huddle in the middle of the camp. Euro pulled his jacket tightly around him, shivering slightly. Though it was not a cold night, the wind blew up the hill sent shivers down his spine and set his teeth to chattering.

His managed to still his jaw when a rustle, not to far off, broke the otherwise silent night. At first it was light shuffling of leaves, but then it grew more intense, louder, twigs snapping and frantic struggling in the dead foliage, then silence.

Euro's whole body shuddered, his eyes wide, peering into the darkness beyond the camp, trying to glean some information from the infinite black. In his mind he saw himself reach for the rifle by his feet, saw himself ready. But time and again reality would remind him that he still hadn't moved. His body shook violently, silently as he tried to control the adrenaline pouring through his veins. He felt his eyes would leap from his head, too scared to miss a sight to blink. For hours it seemed he stared into the dark. But nothing appeared.

Slowly, as his heart beat slowed, he picked up the rifle, stood up, listening. But there was nothing. The watch read 0137, already it was time to wake the next person; but as he lay down in the place of the new sentry, he felt he could never go to sleep...

It wasn't till waking the next morning that he found he finally had.

****What happens now?