Fight For Survival (Zombie RP)

[DarkChibimon]

Vee quickly put is amour back on and he grab his weapons putting back with him and grabbing his Walther PPK turning around and fire 6 shots. 5 of them were perfect head shots and 1 hit a zombie's shoulder. Vee ran to the car where Flynn and Syd were. "Let's go!" Vee said after he got to the car.

[senjuro]

Syd nodded and slammed the accelerator, the car roaring satisfyingly in a wide arc as Flynn leaned out the window, taking occasional (and sometimes crippling) potshots at the shambling zombies. After a clever sideswipe of one zombie, Syd leaned out the driver's window with his shotgun and took aim at a nearby grouping. "Nighty night..." He pulled the trigger. Dozens of pellets of buckshot streamed through the air before tearing through the rotting flesh of the zombies, sawing them in half at the waist. He grimly pulled himself in and revved the engine, intent on crushing them to oblivion.

Flynn plugged his ears to the sickening crunch as several zombie skulls and torsos were mashed into the pavement under the car's heavy wheels. Syd's expression was set. Neither of them was enjoying this much.

[Calibremon]

Alex skidded to a stop outside the supermarket, sighing softly as the engine petered out and died. "Well, so much for driving..." he muttered, gathering up his meagre supply of ammunition and weapons. He climbed out of the car, shortly followed by his sister Natasha, and looked around. The place was deserted at the moment, but that wasn't necessarily a good thing. No people meant the zombies had already come and gone. "There may be stragglers... be careful..." he muttered, tilting the sawn-off shotgun open over the crook of his arm and loading a pair of fresh shells into it, before snapping it shut with a flick of his wrist. In his other hand, Alex drew and swung his machete a few times, familiarizing himself with its weight. His rifle was still slung over his back, useless at this range. His sister, Natasha, was likewise prepared, the hook of her crowbar hanging from a beltloop as she put a fresh clip of ammo in her .22 rimfire handgun.

[Angry_kittens]

Tobias had dove into the car just before it took off, and now sat huddled on the floor in the back seat, hoping that things would turn out better. He knew at this point that he was mostly useless unless the car was stopped as the only weapon he had was the pipe club he had picked up. He had a shotgun at his house, but wasn't about to try to go get it right now.

[fred_18]

Fred had heard the car stopping and some footsteps, he had gotten his up as fast as he could, jumping over the cash register. As he did so he grabbed out his .45 pistol, not bothering to blockade himself.

He yelled outside, "Who's there? Answer or I will be forced to shoot! as if to prove his point he shot a warning shot in the ceiling.

[senjuro]

Flynn looked into the back seat and handed back his Glock to Tobias. "I'm sure you're handy with your pipe, but hang on to this for a while until we find you something else, 'kay?"

Syd growled as he passed the supermarket, seeing Alex and Natasha's car parked in the lot. "Damn, I missed them." He did a quick handbrake turn, tires screeching in protest, and pulled into the lot, jumping the curb. "I wonder why they stopped here?" He looked at the others. "We should go in for them, huh?"

Flynn nodded quitely, idly fingering the bolt fitted into his crossbow, his tail twitching nervously.

"Alright," Syd said, opening the door. "We're going." He looked into the back seat at Tobias and Vee. "You two can stay in here and watch the car or come in. It's up to you." With that, he and Flynn crouched and snuck quietly to the door, creeping inside.

[Marine]

***Was wonering if any more spots are open?***

Name: Vitya Keslov
Age: 24
Species: Male, Human
Status: Infantry Commissar (Political Officer) of the 17th BloodHounds
Orientation: Bi
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 205 Lbs.

Description: Vitya has a thin face, complexion frosted pale by the sun. High cheek bones and sullen eye sockets that are a sleepless dark. His oil-cropped brown hair hides underneath his Regimental Cap (with tenure). He dons a black great coat over a heavy vest and combat webbing, complete with a pistol rig and ammo pouches. He wears black breeches that fill into fitted combat boots.


Personality: After seeing the unspeakable horrors on the fields of Kislev and watching his entire Regiment break in that God Forsaken village, Vitya has adopted the visage of his Commissar status. He is not a leader. He tries to inspire courage of others through various methods, some notoriously monstrous. His best thinking is with those around him. People feel apprehensive of being in league with a Commissar, especially if someone has been infected.


Melee: Light weight, Daimon-edged Sword, sheathed at the hip. He obscured it from a HeadQuarters somewhere in East Germany.

Close Range: Desert Eagle in the Pistol Rig. Five Clips inside his combat-webbing.
Long Range: Telescoped, HK416 Carbine Heckler and Koch Rifle. http://world.guns.ru/assault/as75-e.htm. Ten 30 bullet Magazines inside his rig. Equipped with a Rifle Sling.

Other: For Your Own Good!: If Vitya expects taint amongst his men, he will summarily execute them with a bullet into the head.

[Niyara]

Anorra emptied the remaining three shots into the heads of three more zombies before hastily shoving the .44 into its holster, revving the engine on her motorbike, and tearing off down the street toward the supermarket. "They'll head there even if I try to lead them away....so the best thing I can do is get there in time to make a plan..."

[Calibremon]

Anna and Alex were already inside, packing cardboard boxes with whatever they thought they could carry. Alex briefly considered looking for a gas station up the road so they could refuel the station wagon and carry even more food and supplies with them. But for now, they just busied themselves with loading the boxes, unaware of who, or rather what might be watching them...

[fred_18]

having them already gone by, he decided to leave the area, not wanting to see anyone at the moment, he grabbed his pack and left as fast as he could, only walking when he was two blocks away and stoping.