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RP GAMES Zombie Apocalypse RP "Chapter I"

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((I think that the last few posts have been us indicating that we want to try building the bombs... but since none of us know how to do it IRL and/or don't want to end up on FBI watch lists we weren't going to list it step by step. Do we succeed in building a bomb or do we blow ourselves up?))
 
Corvus Rex said:
((I think that the last few posts have been us indicating that we want to try building the bombs... but since none of us know how to do it IRL and/or don't want to end up on FBI watch lists we weren't going to list it step by step. Do we succeed in building a bomb or do we blow ourselves up?))
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(( oh saw a callout to Max... thought I was waiting... in that case let me move us forward! ))
 
tr1age said:
(( oh saw a callout to Max... thought I was waiting... in that case let me move us forward! ))
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(( Sorry, was meant as a little flavor, my ex-charity worker isn't thrilled with the idea of a kid throwing a bomb. Also, he's a little haunted by some of his past.))
 
Everyone got to work piece-mealing bits and pieces of scraps together. Eventually they had what looked to be in the crudest form of the word "explosive devices".

They made their way toward the metal doors once again, but this time there was no radio in the background to cheer them on, the sunlight was no longer visible, and all that could be seen was the blood of the men and women left outside starting to leak through the cracks in the broken door. The sounds of bones snapping and teeth clenching could be heard. The creature was eating.

The Captain looked at the refugees and said, "Ok when we open these doors, there is no turning back. We only have 3 explosives. So let's make them count. I want to throw one explosive at this thing first to see what happens, if it doesn't blow it to pieces stay behind me and I will light it up!"

She turned to Jack, "You ever thrown a grenade before?"
 
((Sorry for the uncomfortable silence. Had a busy weekend and a birthday party yesterday. Anyways, on with the show!))

Max couldn't help feeling a little bit proud over his contribution to the handiwork, rough as it was. He was confident that it would work. Well, mostly confident.

"Yeah, for sure," Max responded to Kurt, "Me and some friends made a bunch of these one summer. They made great big craters on the ground. These are a lot bigger, though, and they have a grenade. I think it's gonna work."
 
Jack had been going over the armory room top to bottom, just in case there was a forgotten box of ammo or explosives. Unable to find more than a few loose shotgun shells for himself and some empty Glock handgun magazines, he returned to where the group was building their makeshift pipe bombs. As he walked up the Captain turned to him....

"You ever thrown a grenade before?", she asked.

"I have thrown my fair share of grenades and put a lifetime's worth of lead downrange." He replied. "What's your plan?"

He wasn't convinced this lot was going to last any longer the second time they walked through those bunker doors....
 
The Captain turned to the men and told them, "Pull the doors open just enough so Jack could throw an explosive through it on 3", she then turned to Jack and told him, "I want to throw one explosive at this thing first to see what happens, if it doesn't blow it to pieces stay behind me and I will light it up!"

Flamethrower in hand and all eyes on Jack....
 
Jack dropped his pack and shotgun and gripped the makeshift explosive tightly, pulling the pin and getting ready for the doors to open. As the bunker doors groaned in protest and slowly opened, the Captain gave him a countdown.

"3..." Jack was hit by the light permeating through the ever widening crack.

"2.." As he adjusted his eyes, he found his target. The huge monstrosity was gorging itself upon a pile of flesh and bones.

"1.." Jack exhaled and let the explosive fly, arcing it through the doors. It was a perfect throw, hitting the beast in the leg and falling to the ground. The creature didn't even move, as if it hadn't felt a thing. We are going to need ALL of those bombs, Jack thought to himself....
 
The Captain watched as Jack made a perfect pitch. In what seemed like an endless time gap she thought, "Did he pull the pin on the grena..." with that the explosive went off, almost taking everyone off their feet.

As the dust settled, the beast was standing up right, as if only bothered from its current meal of the rest of the refugees. She quickly jumped through the hole of the door yelling, "Everyone behind me, I am gonna light this thing up!"

She pulled on the trigger and let the flames roar at least 50 feet to her designated target. The now night sky was bright, her own eyes went white as she had only seen the sun earlier in the day for a moment. The beast began to flail, and fell to what you would call knees.

The flame burned for only a minute when the beast pushed both hands to the ground and stood back up. It let out the worst sound she had heard since the "war" had begun.

"Was this useless? Could the beast not be defeated?" She then realized it just showed a weakness, the fire dazed it for that minute, the hard outer shell could not be blown open by a grenade, but what if they could get inside it?

She looked to the others, "I have one more burst left, I need someone who is good with a blade to get close enough to give us a hole for an explosive. Jack I need you to throw one more but this time I need it to land a few yards BEHIND IT." She knew this would sound crazy, but she needed it distracted.

"We will all charge at it when the explosive goes off. I will go to the left and light it up, the rest go right. We will flank it before it has a chance to recover, once you pull that pin run for the damn horizon as fast as you can. DO NOT LOOK BACK!"

The Captain could see the fear and mistrust in their eyes, she could hardly believe what she was saying herself.

"Ready Jack?"

(( Choices:

  • You can choose to follow the captains plan
  • Come up with another plan
  • use the weapons you are holding for another reason
  • run and hide in the bunker
  • make a break for it.
The beasts weakness is stunned with fire and strengths are almost impenetrable outer shell.
))
 
Max picked himself up from where the blast had knocked him down. He couldn't believe the monster was still standing. He grabbed one of the remaining makeshift bombs and prepared to run out with the rest.
 
"Ah, looks like this beast is in need of surgery." Cid had his tools at the ready even as the captain called for someone good with a blade. In one hand he held a sharpened claw-like device for pulling flesh away from a wound. In the other was a long, razor-sharp blade. Neither were typical surgeon tools, but Cid was no typical surgeon. Both utensils glinted with dark purpose in the moonlight as the doctor moved stealthily into position.

He hated to rely on these others, but bar escaping on his own there didn't seem to be any other choice. If nothing else, he supposed, they would make fine meat shields. Besides, he thought, his eyes taking on the same evil glint as his utensils, one must wonder what the inside of such a creature looks like. What makes it tick... what makes that ticking stop.
 
(( I am going to let you guys make the next few on the beast without guidance to make it more interesting, so feel free to continue without the captain yelling go))
 
"I'm ready." Jack replied to the captain as he slung his pack and shotgun over his back. He quickly grabbed another explosive and turned to the group.

"Look I know this isn't your usual gig but when we flank, move fast and stay spread out. If any of you have cold feet about this speak now because if you turn tail out there so help me I will drag my ass back here and put a slug through you myself. There is no room in this world anymore for cowards."

He made a final check of the bomb he was holding and tightened his pack on his back.

"Ok I have slugs loaded right now which pack a hell of a punch." he said. "I suggest we focus fire on the legs as potentially immobilizing it will make it a lot easier to deal with. Anyone have a better target?"

Jack looked quizzically at the group and waited anyone to speak up.......
 
"I think I could get my bomb right in its face. Its eyes aren't covered by its tough skin. We may be able to blind it, or at least disorient it enough for you and the Captain to get some good shots. Worst case, it blows late and hits the legs like you suggest."
 
The Captain pondered on that idea and wondered, "Is that the best idea... the last explosive made it get enraged." but just then she realized there was some wisdom in those scrambled words and turned to Cid, "The eyes, open it's eyes."

She quickly put her fingers in the sand and drew out a course of action:

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Her lines were straight but her hands felt like they were shaking to the wet dirt below the soft sandy layer.

The beast seemed to be trying to find its bearing as it was not good at seeing in the dark. But the captain knew that would all end once she expelled the last burst of flame from her back. Then it was up to them.

"I'll take the left the rest of you are going right!"

"Jack, we go on your throw. Don't forget to move while you unload on its legs!"

Kurt was standing there stiff as a board, the Captain grabbed his shoulders, "Snap out of it, we have to go now, just follow one of them and you will see the sun again I promise!" She wasn't sure if he was going to tear up or his eyes were just dried out from not blinking for so long.

"Max, don't miss, that is our last explosive."

Everyone was looking at her. She didn't deserve their attention. She wasn't so strong, she was shaking on the inside. She wished she was dead, because she learned a long time ago that wishing to be home was worse than the peace death could bring. This fleeting thought passed and her adrenaline kicked up high.

"Drop everything except what we need to get this done. Don't need to have everyone weighed down while running. We will come back for it when this is all over." The Captain was now down to a knife, that specially carved handle that really stood out, she didn't ever seem to use it, but she always had it, that and of course the flamethrower.
 
Max gulped. What had he just got himself into? But looking at the hardened faces around the room, especially the Captain, he knew h e had to be brave, too.

"Don't worry. I've got this. I make harder throws than this every day."

He set his bat down in the door and tightened the batting glove around his throwing hand. Then he took one last breath and ran out with the others.

((I'm not trying to Godmode by saying we all move, but it seems we need a push to get the action going))
 
Keleynal said:
Max gulped. What had he just got himself into? But looking at the hardened faces around the room, especially the Captain, he knew h e had to be brave, too.

"Don't worry. I've got this. I make harder throws than this every day."

He set his bat down in the door and tightened the batting glove around his throwing hand. Then he took one last breath and ran out with the others.

((I'm not trying to Godmode by saying we all move, but it seems we need a push to get the action going))
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((not at all go for it!))
 
Jack listened to the Captain as she laid out the planned approach and told everyone they go on his throw. He took off his pack and rummaged around inside, pulling out extra slug shells. As he stuffed them into his pocket, he instantly wished he had a bandoleer to wear. It would make speed loading this thing a helluva lot easier, he thought to himself as he stowed his pack in a corner and slung his shotgun across his chest again.

He grabbed the explosive, pulled the pin on the grenade and hurled it out into the light. As soon as it left his hands he began to move, running out the door and cutting to the right with military precision. Jack watched the explosive fly just over the creature's head and land behind it in a pile of rubble. He didn't have time to look back as he moved around the right side of the creature, but he really hoped they had begun to follow him....
 
Max ran after Jack, clutching the bomb tightly in his hand. He wasn't quite sure when the moment to throw it would come; he'd just have to be ready.
 
The Captain took off the right and when she heard the sound of the explosion go off, "Nice throw she thought to herself", and the creature turned its back only for a moment before its red glowing eyes quickly fixated on the resistance running to its right, she pressed on the trigger lightly as she heard the pilot lite ignite the gasoline and heard it travel from her back through the pipe in her hand to the tiny hole in the front where she watched it spray its last 40 foot arch to the beasts body. She could hear every crackle of flame as it inched closer to the target. She feared that she had put them in danger but shook it off in her mind as no other way.

The brilliant flames seemed to be moving like a pack of horses sprinting in an open field. Her eyes adjusted now could see the glory of the flames in front of her. For a moment it transcended her to a better time where there was grass and a clear blue sky. The flames were moving at a rate of 1000 frames per second in her mind, the men running without any motion whatsoever. She watched the mouth of the beast as the flames illuminated it and saw a tiny spec of blood begin to fall to the ground. It was beautiful because she knew inside it was about to taste its own.

Her moment of bliss stopped as she subconsciously counted the shadows approaching the beast, "1, 2, 3, ... 3..." she turned to the doorway where Kurt was still motionless. There was nothing she could do at that moment and he seemed to not be in immediate danger but as her finger pushed even harder on the trigger she felt her back become lighter and finally the only heat she felt was that from the beast. Her pack was empty and the beast was burning. This is when it all had to happen.
 
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