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RP GAMES Zombie Apocalypse RP "Chapter I"

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Max could hardly believe the sight as a wall of fire billowed out of the flame thrower. It engulfed the beast and also illuminated the Captain's face. Max stared. Was she really that... Beautiful? He quickly snapped back to reality, in time to see the flames dissipating. The captain was going to be in a whole lot of trouble unless he made his move now. The problem was, it was facing the wrong way.

"Hey! Hey ugly, over here!" He shouted, but mere words weren't enough to overcome its rage at the flamethrower bearer. Max grabbed a large rock and hurled it, striking the monster on the side of the head. "Over here, ugly! Look this way!"

That did the trick. The best turned and regarded Max with its giant red eyes. They sure were open. And pissed. Max cocked the explosive back, suddenly wondering how long the fuse was. 3 seconds or 5? He hadn't thought to ask and there was no time now. The beast roared, and Max threw the bomb squarely at the monster's forehead.
 
The Captain caught eyes with Max for a brief moment and realized his arm was cocked back. "Noooooooo!" she screamed but it was unheard of the remnants of her flame thrower.

The explosive hit it in the forehead making the first explosive distraction a waste and the once threatening billowing flames the Captain sent out a suppressed memory of its tiny mind, but luckily the flames had brought it to it's knees once again as it flailed to put them out.

She quickly looked at Cid, "GO NOW! Go for the eyes, the bomb is at its feet!"

The beast was in full beserking mode and it didn't look promising. Was The Captain sending Cid to his death or would be be able to somehow make an incision and get the explosive inside. She had no time to think, everything was just happening.

(( Nice Kel, I like when there is a curve ball, in case you missed it throwing the bomb at it won't break through its outer shell so not waiting for Cid might have a major impact on this fight. ))
 
(( Nice Kel, I like when there is a curve ball, in case you missed it throwing the bomb at it won't break through its outer shell so not waiting for Cid might have a major impact on this fight. ))
((I'm trying to keep Max realistic. He was sounding a little too sure of himself in the bunker, so I figured having him go all moony-eyed at the nearest female and misreading the plan would bring back some balance. If he survives, that is.))

The Captain's cry of NOOOO! reached Max just as he released the bomb. It was well-aimed, but the timing of the explosion was off, causing it to fall to the monster's feet rather than explode in its face as he'd intended. It was still looking at him, and it was still pissed. Max heard the Captain yell for Cid. He hoped Cid came quick.
 
Jack moved into a low pile of rubble for cover as he saw Max botch his attempt to hit the beast in the face. He sighed to himself, raised his shotgun and began firing shells into the creature's lower legs. It refused to turn its attention from Max, even as Jack watch the slugs hit its legs. He wondered where the other members of the group were as he reloaded his shotgun...
 
((Sorry for delay haven't had a chance to post, will run with it though.))

Kurt snapped back to the present, faint echoes of blasts long past replaced by the roar of the present. Rock and fire were flying everywhere and everyone was in motion.

"SHIT," Kurt thought, "gotta focus."

Kurt dropped his bag and ran towards Max, seeing him standing before the monster empty handed all Kurt could think to do was to try and get him out of the way. As he neared him however the grenade Jack had thrown exploded; the sudden sound and flash through Kurt off balance enough for him to trip and come to a sliding halt a few feet short.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT," Kurt thought.

The beast reared back, and in the fading light of the blast Kurt saw Cid nearby. Not wanting to hit the doctor by mistake Kurt drew his machete instead of the gun, and started pushing himself shakily to his feet.

"This is what I get for bringing a knife to a monster fight," Kurt mumbled, "at least its a big knife."
 
The Captain watched as this all unfolded... unsure of the outcome as she had no more fuel, there were no more explosives, and Jack was running low on ammo... When Kurt ran past his pasty white skin reflected the fire onto the ground almost pointing her eyes in the direction of the soon to blow everyone to bits explosive at the feet of the impenetrable beast. She wanted to close her eyes but they were wider than ever. As she looked at the explosive at the feet of the beast, she realized in a moment of hope, Max forgot to pull the pin on the grenade!

The makeshift explosive was still in play!

The Captain quickly yelled for Kurt as he was now the closest to the beast, "Kurt!" He seemed to not hear her in some random daze, she yelled louder and with more intention, "KURT!!!!" He turned to her, "you need to pick that explosive up, pull the damn pin, and put it into the beast! I can't explain, just follow Cid! HURRY!"
 
((Aw damn, I be late. Sorry just got home from a long work day x.x))

Crouching high in the shadows, Cid watched the beast approach Max. Its position needed to be perfect if he were to accomplish his task and get out of it alive. Then it all went to hell. They lost the bomb and the group scurried in panic, shooting at it again (after all the good it did the first time). The creature turned away, out of position for Cid's attack. Damn it all to hell. Wait... yes! The thing still went after the kid even with Jack's attempted distraction. Two more steps... one more... now or never.

Cid leaped on top of its shoulder, driving his razor deep into its left eye with the force of his fall and then twisting as he flung himself around to its right side, pulling the blade free and jamming it into the right eye while massive hands came up to swat at him, coming just barely short. The blinded beast flailed about in rage, seemingly more angered by the strikes than hurt. Cid had to keep moving fast lest he get caught by the massive thrashing fists. There had to be a weak spot somewhere...

Got you. Right at the base of its neck, a small gap in the armor. Pulling his blade free he stuck it in the gap and leaped, slicing across its throat and then jamming his claw into the cut, yanking down with all his might as he fell, tearing the flesh from the beast. Halfway down he was struck and flung across the room, his weapons flying after him.
 
The Captain watched in horror as Cid was launched into the doorway. She turned without thought and ran to him to help him up and get to the rendezvous point. This was not a safe place to stay the blast could turn the doors to shrapnel! She turned to see how Kurt was doing.
 
Kurt regained his feet in time to almost get knocked back down by a ballistic Cid.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT," thought Kurt

He barely understood what he was doing as his reflexes responded to the captain's orders. His skin crawled as he grabbed on to the makeshift bomb but he pulled himself together enough to remove the pin. Charging the last few steps forward he reached up and jammed the explosive into the open wound Cid had left behind. Trying to dodge the flailing arms of the blinded beast, Kurt turned and ran somewhere... anywhere... as fast as his legs could take him.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT"
 
The Captain had grabbed Cid and almost lifted him over her shoulder as she saw Kurt pull the pin. The beast unaware of Kurt maybe from blood loss or maybe a trait of a prior bit of humanity, honed in on her. In what seemed like a last ditch attempt of a semi conscious being, knowing its destiny, charged the door way they stood in front of. The beast picked up momentum and pushed forward. The Captain knew there was only a small window left for her and Cid to make it out alive.

When the beast was on a few feet from them, it's breath filling their lungs with the smell of fallen comrades, she pushed Cid's weight enough to cause her flamethrower pack to fall to the ground. With the torch still in hand she stepped on the pack and tossed the nosel at the crack in the door. In what looked to the rest as a precision move, she knew inside was an act of God, if that even existed in a world that could spawn creatures like this.

She moved slightly to the side getting grazed by the beasts hard shell that was left ripping her vest off in pieces on her front. But as it passed it hit the tubing from the flamethrower and fell into the doorway of the bunker.

In what seemed like a days worth of effort she fell to the ground covering Cid from the blast that was inevitable.

As the explosion went off the ground shook, the sounds of metal crumbling could be hear filled the air, and debris filled the air. Little did she know the momentum of the beast itself closed one of the doors slightly protecting her and Cid from the explosion itself.

The night sky went darker, the ground became wet with blood, and the world became silent in the smoke. For the first time in a year she closed her eyes and just left her thoughts and the world behind. "Maybe I will just die"

This moment would be brief.
 
Jack watched the events unfold in blazing speed as he began to run out of the ammo he had jammed into his pocket. He cursed himself for not bringing his pack as he watched Cid throw caution to the wind and leap onto the beast slicing through a weakness in it's armor. The beast swatted him away as Jack began to move back towards the bunker. The Captain's adrenaline kicked in as Jack saw her heft Cid on her shoulder and turn for the bunker. His eyes caught a glint and as he focused, he watched Kurt pull the pin to the last explosive and charged towards the creature.

As Kurt jammed the bomb into the dark wound left by Cid's knives, Jack realized he was way too close for comfort. "Oh fuck me sideways.", he cursed as he turned and dove for the largest pile of rubble he saw. He had just hit the ground behind the rubble like a dead fish when the thunderous roar and concussive wave of an explosion came rushing through the rubble. Dazed and blinded by dust and debris, Jack rolled over and began hacking and coughing the abrasive dust from his lungs. He took a minute to make sure he was in one piece when he realized the area was as silent as a graveyard. Those jerks better have gotten back inside, he thought. As much as I hate worrying about other people, this place would be insanely boring without those maniacs. Jack leaned out from behind his cover, hoping that the damned monstrosity was finally dead....
 
The dust began to clear as the smell of death pushed it away. The ground was red. The Captain lay lifeless on the ground clothes torn. Cid lay underneath her.
 
((So wait, do you want to die or shall my awesome doctory skills revive you? :p))

His head swimming, Cid struggled to shove the Captain off him and sit up, glaring at the smoldering remains of the beast. Well that was... fun. Eheh. A grin spread across his face, the movement causing some blood to drip from it. Apparently his knife grazed his cheek when he was hit. He was lucky that's all it did. Staring at the puddle forming on the floor, he was reminded of his own mortality for perhaps the first time. He, who would so often play God, was just as squishy as anyone else. The thought angered him. Struggling to his feet Cid found his knife and limped over to where the beast lay, falling to his knees beside it.

There wasn't much left of its organs after the blast. Its head was mostly still intact. Cid couldn't be sure if it was alive or dead. He didn't care. He stabbed his knife into the beast over and over, tearing away more of its outer shell. Its bone structure underneath was weak, and he was easily able to take apart its skull once the armor was gone. He mutilated the thing's brain, splattering blood all over. Teach you to try and kill me you ugly pile of shit.

Muscles aching from the effort, Cid had to stop. Bastard would have killed me. Would have, if it wasn't for... he looked back at the Captain's corpse, and strange thoughts filled his head. He had never been saved before. Had never needed saving. He supposed... it was only right he return the favor. This time, at least. He looked around for his med kit, vision blurring horribly each time he turned his head. He could not find it. No matter. He slowly, painfully made his way back to the Captain, looking something like a zombie himself, thinking about why he became a doctor in the first place. To save people, was it not? Or was it just a cover to kill? He couldn't remember, could barely think.

He examined the Captain's wounds. Too much blood loss, and no way to replace it here. Grimacing, Cid tried to help her anyway. He deftly removed the shrapnel with his knife and took off his bloodied coat, cutting it into makeshift bandages. Cutting away the tattered bits of her clothing, he set to wrapping her wounds, blood slowly dripping from his face as he did.
 
((Lol. I didn't man to be THAT incompetent. Retconned the pin pulling, though))

Max lay on his back, ears ringing from the blast. He appeared to still be alive, at least for now. That was good, at least. He closed his eyes and lost consciousness again.
 
((lol Tulz are you Dexter the doctor version? ))

The men were slowly getting to their feet and then falling, the blast had made quite the mess. Between the smoke and the debris it was almost impossible to move, breath, or stay conscious. The only one up and about was Cid it seemed.

The Captain was walking through a familiar place, the wood floors creaking beneath her feet. It brought her comfort. She yelled out," ... " it made no audible noise in this place. What seemed like rooms were all covered in white. The walls were bare, the rooms were glowing. As she made her way up some stairs she turned to enter the first room she saw. She was on autopilot. This room was bright with orange and yellow, as her feet brought her to the window she saw massive flames reaching the stars themselves. This frightened her, she had been here before... she turned around only to hear the floor under her muffled. As she looked down she saw it turn red as blood, she tried to move faster than it did, but she slipped and as her head was about to hit the pool of blood at her feet...

It all went black and she felt her lungs burning. She realized her eyes were closes and as she opened them she saw a droplet of blood as clear as day fall from something in front of her. Was she being eaten by the beast she sought to bring to its knees!? The Captain grabbed Cid by the throat letting out a semi audible yell and gasp of breath.

"Cid!?" He was covered in blood and guts. "What the hell happened?"

She pushed him away as he said something inaudible to her ringing ears. She tried her best to stand but ended up on her knees looking around in a full 360 to get her bearings. She saw the other men on the ground or beginning to stand. She then saw the blood soaked floor and a mutilated corpse of the monster. It was dead. They had done it. She began to smile until a gust of wind cleared the smoke for a moment from behind the beast... "The bunker... where is the bunker!"

Her heart skipped a beat not for love or for joy that this threat was gone, but for fear that faced her dead in the eyes... the bunker had collapsed. Everything they had was in there. She wanted to run to where the doors used to be to dig to their rations, packs, weapons, but she could only get enough energy to start crawling through the bloody mud. Kicking up the ground all over her exposed body, giving it temporary horror story like cover. She began clawing at the ground to dig... it was hopeless as her hands just slipped and she didn't even know where the entrance actually was anymore.

She wanted to scream but knew she couldn't. This world didn't approve of emotions.

---------------------------------------THIS IS THE CONCLUSION OF CHAPTER 1---------------------------------------------

((Ok boys and girls you can take your time getting your ground but this is the last entry for The Captain in CHAPTER 1. When you have all had you last message, Chapter 1 will be concluded. You survived. By the skin of your damn teeth, but you did. Velma-Renae might either be trapped in the rubble or dead. You lost all your equipment though and now are in this world with nothing but your personalities and the need to survive. If you have been hurt or injured please include it in your final entry. We will be holding Chapter 2 signups, and once concluded we will continue our adventure. Great work everyone and it was a blast to start this with you all and look forward to continuing it. There will be site achievements and boosts to your characters in the continuing story for surviving this chapter.))
 
Jack shook himself off and stood up, grabbing his shotgun and turning towards the direction of the others. He chuckled softly to himself as he looked over the beast's entrails that painted the landscape like a gory Picasso. He noticed the others seemed to be stirring and everyone was alive. Deep inside he was relieved but he never let his face show it as he walked over to the Captain. His happiness turned to dispair as he noticed the bunker lay in a heap of rubble.

Shit, all of our gear was in there, he lamented in his head. As he walked over to the Captain he couldn't resist opening his mouth.

"Well that was one hell of a party! You look a little hung over and you all need showers.", Jack grinned. "Everyone better take stock of anything they have on their person. We are going to need it until we can find shelter and supplies."

Jack slung his shotgun over his back and checked his belt, realizing he left his machete tied to his pack. Fuck me, he thought, that thing was handy. His uncomfortable mood over the loss of his machete was only displaced by the warm comfy feeling the sheathed combat knife in his boot brought him. He took stock of his ammo situation, realizing he had the magazine full in his shotgun plus an extra two slug shells stuck in his pocket. Hopefully we don't end up in some sort of firefight, he mused as he waited for the others to gather themselves.......
 
".... SH... sh... shit.", Kurt thought.

The world seemed to be vibrating as he squirmed on the ground. Then he realized it was just his head. As his senses slowly recovered he pushed himself slightly off the ground, noticing that he'd been lying face first in some of the creature's remains.

"Shit." He thought.

That word was becoming more familiar to him than he'd like as he gazed around at what remained. He thought the world had ended, that it couldn't get any worse, but here he was just a short distance away from where a few hundred more people had died. As if there hadn't been enough of that already.

And his grandfather's backpack was gone. There truly was no one helping him now.

Glancing about in his melancholy though he spotted something, a faint stirring in the breeze from the flames. It was the towel he had brought. Reaching out he grabbed it and held it tightly in his hands. He smiled slightly to himself.

"Well that was the most useful thing anyway." He said to no one in particular.

Kurt wiped his face off and stood up.
 
((lol Tulz are you Dexter the doctor version? ))

((lol I never saw Dexter, but I suppose so. Just liked the idea of a doctor who killed people and developed his personality from that concept (especially the whole saving vs. killing thing). Backstory and explanations to come later. ;) Also afterwards Cid reminded me of this guy: http://drmcninja.com xD))

"Cid? What the hell happened?"

The doctor did not react to the captain's hand on his throat. If she meant to kill him in her state and while he had a large scalpel in his hand, she was a fool. Instead he merely commented nonchalantly, "Oh good, you're up. Thought I was going to have to shock you. We killed it, by the way." She didn't seem to hear anything he said though. She appeared to be in some sort of shock. Oh well. It would pass. Cid tried to clean off his tools but it was no use; everything was covered in blood. He sighed, and looked around for his med kit again. He really needed to tend to his own wounds soon. It felt as if he broke a couple ribs, but thankfully not much more than that. With the adrenaline fading, though, he didn't think he could remain conscious much longer.

As he looked about slowly, trying to keep his balance (and consciousness) he said to no one in particular, "I would appreciate if you didn't destroy the corpse, I would like to examine it in the event we come across another."
 
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