Stagnant

Russell Woxford was a Military private of 7 years. He was a proud, and respected man. This day was like any other, he was doing a fly-by of the infected town Los Angelos. The eventual goal was to clear the town out, so they were checking on it's condition every so often.

His best friend for these last 7 years, Mike Poloousky was flying the helicopter.

Russell snapped a shot of a large horde of normal-looking zombies going off in random directions in a 4-way intersection. He snapped another of something that looked like a big turtle without the shell. It had tentacles lashing out of it's back, they lashed out at nothing.

"Hey Mike! I got my pictures, let's get going!" Russell shouted over the noise of the helicopter.

"Gotcha!" Mike yelled back, he started to turn directions...


Suddenly, something big hit the side of the helicopter, it flipped to it's side. Mike tried to get himself level but to no avail, they were going down. Mike cursed every obscenity in his vocabulary, while Russell buckled himself in and tried to grab on to something to support him.

They hit the pavement hard. Nose first. Russell's head smashed into something, he wasn't sure what. He clutched his face. His nose seemed broken, it was bleeding heavily. He heard low groaning all around him.

"Shit!" He yelled. Which is when he realized he was missing some teeth, and that he bit his tounge very badly.

Russell groaped for his FN SCAR, he found it after 30 seconds of searching. He slung it across his back and patted Mike on the back of the head. "Mike!" He yelled softly. "MIKE!!" Mike didn't awnser.

Russell crawled out of the helicopter, and stood slowly.

Large ammounts of undead met his eyes, they were closing in fast. He raised his FN SCAR and aimed his Red-Dot a group of 3. He fired 6 rounds quickly, 1 zombie dropped. The other clutched it's face and wobbled away for a second. Russell turned to the left and fired 7 more rounds, another zombie dropped. He knew he wouldn't have enough ammo to take care of them all.

Suddendly, a horde of 10 was bowled over. The turtle thing had rushed right through them with incredible speed. Russell raised his FN SCAR and fired nonstop at the thing, but it was on top of him in but 4 seconds.

"FUC-" Russell's breath was cut short by the creature's massive jaws.



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Back at Rauningston, headquarters was trying to get ahold of Russell, but with no luck.

Adam took a long drag of his smoke.

"all in" he said as he moved a pile of chips towards the center of the table. he got 3 people too fold, only him and John were left. as they layed there hands on the table. Adam cursed as John pulled the pot towards him.

"Dam it, you..."

just then the siren sounded

"double dam, what now"

"Oh how grand life would be if I were a duck..." Al mused to himself as he watched a pond full of zombified ducks rip apart an unfortunate horse. "All they do is sleep, waddle, quack, and eviscerate animals less fucking insane than they are. Them there ducks sure do got it easy. Fucking ducks."

Spying a rock near his feet, he picked it up and threw it at the ducks, shouting something about feathery bastards.

Um, yeah. That wasn't a good idea.

"Why me? I ain't ever done no harm to nobody, especially not them there ducks!" Al shouted as he ran in fear down the city streets as the water-foul from hell chased him, with blood and revenge in their eyes.

Luckily he was saved when he stumbled upon a squad of his fellow Law Enforcement Officers, who promptly gunned the ducks down.

"Phew!" Al gasped, wiping his brow. He wouldn't be bird watching again anytime in the near future.

Lieutenant John Stevens, Designated Marksman for the Fighting Ferrets Infantry squad, of 5th platoon, National Reclamation Army, joyfully scooped the pot of 27 Rolicks towards himself, when the alarm sounded. His friend, Adam, cursed, and they both rushed with their squad to the armory to grab up their gear and get briefed on the situation.

As John grabbed his M21 rifle and holstered his pistol, the radio set in his helmet sounded off, saying, "Attention reserve unit, priority situation on 1453 Aqua Vally way, moderate infestation in a three story abandoned home on the edge of town. Good luck."

John looked at Adam, as he loaded his TAVOR 21 assault rifle, a keepsake of his from his homeland of Israel. "Good Hunting Adam, lets see if you're better at killin zeds then you are at poker!"

They jogged to the hanger, where a small Humvee was waiting, just enough room for Adam, John, and two other troops to fit in. They were on their way to the hunt.

Adam cinched his teeth as the Humvee ran over yet another zombie

"ridding is horrible, cant get a moments piece" said a crpl

Adam shook his head "OK lets stop here and walk the rest of the way, waste half our ammo loose a man then clear a house, sounds fun"

Adam then finished preparing his TAVOR and Jericho as the Humvee pulled to a stop in front of a house.

Adam called out "OK just like we practiced standerd formation, stay close and don't show any gaps there only going to be crawlers in there, good luck"

(enter the building using front door with TAVOR . Conserve Ammunition)

John hoped out of the Humvee, sprinting to a sturdy looking tree, an old oak, and climbing up it to get a good vintage point. He settled in, aimed at the house, blew a whistle, and waited, keeping an eye out around him.

Shoot to kill

John kept his sights on the front door to the house, Adam took the left side of the door, while someone else took the right. Mitch ran forward and brought his foot through the door, it slammed on the other side.

No sooner did it open than a mighty roar came from inside, and a zombie rushed out and tackled Mitch. The Zombie brought his left hand down across Mitch's face, but didn't get much farther than that. A round from John's M21 hit the zombie in the neck, throwing it off Mitch. And than a 3-round burst to the head from Adam finished it.

"You Okay Mitch?" Adam asked. Mitch held the scratch marks on his face. "Yeah, fine." He muttered, and rose to his feet.


Status:

Mitch
Condition: Healthy (97/110)
Inventory: MP5 (30)
9mm Clip (30)

John
Condition: Healthy (100/100)
Inventory: M21(9)
M9 pistol(15)
KABAR Knife
7.62 Rifle Rounds (10)
Military radio

Adam
Condition: Healthy (100/100)
Inventory:
IMI Tavor TAR-21(27)
Jericho 941(15)
Entrenching tool
First-Aid Kit(2)
5.96 Rifle Clip(30)
Military Radio


Stevenson
Condition: Healthy (100/100)
Inventory:
Glock 17(15)
9mm Clip (15)

Gene was lying on his bed, thinking about his wife and kids, killed last night in a loot. All his stuff had been stolen, aside from heavy furniture, hence the reason he was on his bed and not the floor.

He lived in a apartment building on Aqua Valley Way. He lived on the top floor, the 5th. Suddenly he heard screams from the lower floors. He jumped out of bed and looked for a weapon. Apparently some zombies were on the lower floors. He looked around for a weapon. Of course, there was none, because the apartment had been looted. He headed out into the hall, and ran for the stairs.

He made it to the third floor when a zombie blocked his path on the stairs leading to the second floor. "Different path" he thought to himself, and headed to his friends apartment on the third floor. His name was Robin Skikorsky, and was really more Gene's aquantice than a friend. Gene knocked on the door, waiting patiently for Robin to answer while the zombie meandered towards him.

Suddenly the door swung open. "Gene!" said Robin. "No time to talk Robin, zombies are attacking the building! Lock the door!" Gene stepped inside, and a zombie stepped in behind him, taking a bite out of Robin's neck. Robin fell over to the ground bleeding. Gene ran towards the kitchen to find a weapon, but slipped on Robin's neck blood. He stood but up and ran for the window, which he knew would have a fire escape, like all sane apartment buildings.

He jumped out the window through the glass, and overshot the metal fire escape outside. He sailed over the railing and fell 3 stories. Luckily he landed on a random zombie, which cushioned his fall. He stood up and ran over to where some gunshots were. There he spotted his old friend John firing away into some zombie. Gene waited there for the battle to end.

Adam checked Mitch after helping him up

"you look fine, and nice shot John, lets move in clear the first floor then move up stairs"

(enter the building using front door with TAVOR . Conserve Ammunition)

Gene grabs a random gun of unknown make and model and follows Mitch and Adam, and John, conserving ammunition.

Adam, Stevenson, and Mitch entered the doorway, and swept the first floor clean. There were only two zombies here. Stevenson took one down with 3 quick shots of his glock, and Adam felled the other with a burst from his TAVOR. A shot rang out from outside, as John took out a wandering Zombie.

They headed upstairs. Little blood was splattered up here, they only found one zombie on the whole floor. It was taken out easilly by Mitch.

Gene runs up the stairs right after the zombie is killed.

John and Adam. LEVEL UP. You have 2 attribute and 1 Ability points to spend.

Mitch
Condition: Healthy (97/110)
Inventory: MP5 (25)
9mm Clip (30)

John
Condition: Healthy (100/100)
Inventory: M21(8)
M9 pistol(15)
KABAR Knife
7.62 Rifle Rounds (10)
Military radio

Adam
Condition: Healthy (100/100)
Inventory:
IMI Tavor TAR-21(24)
Jericho 941(15)
Entrenching tool
First-Aid Kit(2)
5.96 Rifle Clip(30)
Military Radio


Stevenson
Condition: Healthy (100/100)
Inventory:
Glock 17(12)
9mm Clip (15)

"Hey John. My wife and kids got horribly murdered. Now I'm depressed. Nice talking to you again."

Gene makes sure his safety doesn't move to the off position, then charges blindly into a group of zombies a mile away, and waits for battle, with full bullet spray.

Gene reaches the group of zombies. Two of them rush at him hungrilly, the other 3 lurch at him. Gene blindly sprays rounds back and forth as he is tackled to the ground. One of the sprinters makes work of ripping out his throat, they other plunges his claws into Gene's stomach. Gene tries to scream, but realizes he can't. He dies choking on his own blood.


YOU ARE DEAD


Gene
Condition - DEAD (0%)

Inventory:
M4 (15)

(add points to stam, acc and shot gun skill)

Adam laughed

"well this was fun, didn't even break a sweat, lets head back home, and break open a case"

Vladimir was intent on finding his friend Chev. The two had gone way way as kids, they even joined MANTIS at about the same time. A shape in black was moving up ahead, Chev?

"Chev!", Vlad shouted. "Ver is you Chev?"

Chev looked back, and began walking towards him. When he reached about twenty feet, Vlad started shooting.(*) Chev fell easily.

Vlad walked over to the body, and took as much as he could. He fully reimbursed himself for the ammo he used, and slapped Chev's AK over his shoulder for the base to give back out.

"Dis is vat you get vhen you owe me money Chev!", Vlad shouted, searching through Chev's wallet.

Vlad found a dollar. He began cursing and spitting, but stopped when he realized that Chev looked weird dead. His face had scratch and claw marks on it, and his mask was missing.

A final profanity was shouted, and then Vlad made his way back to base.



(*This will be the only fight I will narrate. I just really wanted to reiterate how evil I am.)

Ooc: Pest, you can do your own battles if you want. Less work for me. Also: Whenever I post something relating to random people, Red is from MANTIS point of view, Blue Military.
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A shot rang out from Densord's western guard tower. This was not an uncommon noise. But than another rang out, and another.
There was panicked shouting. The people that lived in the small town looked at the guard tower now, not understanding what was going on.

The military soldier manning the guard tower stopped shooting, he pulled out his radio and started talking into it. His tone grew more and more urgent as he kept talking. He dropped the radio than, not bothering to put it back on his belt. And raised his Draganouv rifle again.
Another shot rang out. People began to murmur. They looked in the distance for what he could be shooting at.

Than they saw it. People yelled in surprise, a mother grabbed her 6-year-old girl and fled. The man on the Guard tower looked down at the people.

"Don't just stand there! Get the fuck to the shelter building now!" He shouted at them. They listened, nearly all the crowd was gone in a minute. A squad of eight men came running in front of the guard tower. They stopped there. Weapons at the ready.

The advancing thing was clearly visible now. The soldiers looked at it in horror.
"Closing in." The captain muttered, another shot rang out overhead. The marksman up there cursed as he reloaded his rifle.

"Weapons at ready!" The captain yelled. 7 M4 Assault Rifles came up. The thing drew nearer, The men continued staring at it, but now through their red-dots.

"Open Fire!" The captain yelled, he raised his own rifle and began firing. The thing took round after round, continuing to close in on the men. It was nearly within striking distance now, 3 soldiers reloaded quickly. The others kept firing, it didn't seem to be doing much good.

"Shit! I'm out!" One of them yelled, he dropped his M4 and turned to run. He didn't get far though. Within the next second his leg had been caught by what seemed to be an oversized crab claw. The man screamed, he was lifted into the air and swung down, onto the creature's other claw. This one had him in the stomach though. He groaned softly as he lay impaled there. Shots still bombarded the thing, it didn't seem to pay much attention to them.

As if to prove the things it grabbed with were really claws, the creature opened the one impaling the soldier. The man was ripped in half instantly, his torso fell to the ground. The thing snatched at another soldier, he stumbled backwards and fell down. Avoiding it.

"Fuck! Fall back!" The captain yelled. The soldiers escaped as their fallen comrade was horribly dismembered. The guard tower marksman yelled after them as they fled. "Stop! Don't you assholes leave me here! Come back!"

The soldiers must not have heard him.

as Adam turned around to get into the Humvee he saw a group of zombies in the distance, and they were closing in fast.

"shit, there's a seconds group behind us, open fire"

(shoot at then from behind the Humvee with TAVOR . Conserve Ammunition)

(put points in accuracy, alertness, and submachine gun)

John looked as his childhood friend was slaughtered by the horde. No time to mourn now, he took aim, as it was obvious that they were in for trouble

Conserve ammo

The 2 sprinting zombies were closing in fast, John fired his M21 at the first but missed. Adam fired off two 3-round-bursts. The first caught the sprinter in the chest, it took little notice as it kept running. His second hit the sprinter in the knee, taking out it's leg. (Critical hit)
It crawled desperately towards them, much slower now.
John hit the second sprinter in the shoulder with an M21 round, and than in the neck with a second. It went down.

The three slow zombies shuffled at them now, Adam brought one down with a burst to the head. The last two were nearly apon them now, John shot one of them in the head point-plank. The second zombie rushed Adam suddenly, he pushed it away with his TAVOR, and than gave it a burst to the face.


John
Condition: Healthy (100/100)
Inventory: M21 (4)
M9 pistol(15)
KABAR Knife
7.62 Rifle Rounds (10)
Military radio

Adam
Condition: Healthy (100/100)
Inventory:
IMI Tavor TAR-21(11)
Jericho 941(15)
Entrenching tool
First-Aid Kit(2)
5.96 Rifle Clip(30)
Military Radio

Adam sighed then pulled out a smoke

"i think that was the last of them, we should get going now."

then lighting the smoke he got in the Humvee

John hoped down from the tree, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one. He climbed into the humvee, and thought, I need a drink.

Alex steps out into the sunlight, L96 shouldered and looks into the deserted lands just outside New Getting.

"Great... another boring day..."

He hears gunfire in the distance and is sure that either the MANTIS or Military are at work again. He puts the gun onto his back and walks away from his makeshift home. (aka- barricaded shack) After walking for a time, he finally reaches the borders of New Getting and can already see a zombie or 2 on the streets. Carefully he walks quietly forward, not giving them a chance to see them. He snickers at their stupidity which saves him some much trouble with having to stay quiet. These simple zombies are just too weak.
Finally stepping into town, he gets behind a building and sees 2 zombies on the streets. Nothing he hasnt handled before. They are still at a good long distants, just the way he likes it. He takes his L96 in hand and takes sight, slowing his breathing as he was trained to do.

(conserve ammo)

Alex gets one of the Zombie in his sights, he holds his breath and pulls the trigger of his rifle. The Zombie goes down from a perfect shot to the head, it's gore splatters the wall of a convenience store it was by. The second Zombie turns in Alex's direction and starts shambling towards him. Rifle fires off another round, hitting the Zombie in the chest. It grabs it's wound and stumbles back, and than another round ends it.



Alex -- LEVEL UP! You now have 2 Attribute and 1 Ability points to spend.
Condition: Fine (100/100)
Inventory:
MAK-7G Military Assault Knife
L96 Arctic Warfare (7)
Glock 17 (15)
7.62 Rifle Clip (10)
Backpack:
[Empty]

Adam jumped out of the Humvee as it pulled to a stop in the garage. he then walked to quartermaster and asked telling his how the mission went and asking for his pay.

MANTIS had taken up in an abandoned house in Denson(?). Broken rifles, ammo littering the streets outside, captured civilians, and a zombie on a chain marked that he was nearing the base.

A rustling in a house directly across the street from the base caught his attention.

"Hello?", Vlad asked to a particular noone. "Vat is that?"

He walked around the outside of the house, looking in the windows. Only darkness greeted his eyes. He looked through the window a final time, then glanced over at the base. Barricades were placed all around it, and a jeep with a machine gun was sitting on the front yard. The people outside were looking at him funny.

A short rustling sound came from inside again, and when Vlad looked, he looked right into the beady crimson eyes of some large bloodied face.

Vlad smiled nervously, and did a little wave too, before running away like a little girl. The crash of the glass behind him meant that monsters didn't use doors. Gunshots from the base whizzed past him, barely striking the creature. They didn't want to him one of their own.

Vlad made a last attempt to save himself, by jumping over the barricades. They were only four feet tall, he should have made it. He didn't make it over. He lay with his back to the barricades, the creature coming closer.

___(Spray)___

The creature towered over Vlad, so he did the only thing he though possible. Fire as much as he could. Bullet after bullet tore through the thing at close range, until it uttered a final gasp of breath and collapsed. On Vlad.

___I'm out of AK ammo.___

Rough hands pulled Vlad from under the now dead, undead creature. Vlad stood, possibly with a broken rib, clicking his AK at the beast. The others could only watch him do this. Darkness engulfed him, and he fell backwards into rough hands and familiar voices.