The Dead......(Role Play)

I walked through the door. Half expecting to see them dead. My team. I'd only left the building for an hour or so to get supplies and had returned to a scene of blood and guts so disturbing I nearly puked. As I was shifting through the scene, I noticed feet print leading out the back of the house. It looked as if there was a struggle, a fight. Someone or.....something had broken in and attacked them while I was gone. "DAMNIT!" I swore. "I knew I should not have left them. I knew I should not have gone alone." But we'd not seen any dead for two days. I thought it safe. Both Josh and Zac apposed immediately. But I persuaded them easily enough. They agreed it had been quiet and seemed safe. But we were wrong. I walked through the kitchen, out the back door into the yard. The dead laid everywhere. A good 20 bodies laid mutilated in some form or fashion. A few missing their skulls completely. Some missing arms, legs. Even one was just a torso. "Josh.......Zac......." I yelled. Then, by luck I heard it. I quickly turned around to stare at the shed....

Crouching I drew my gun. Military issued M16, nothing fancy but would get the job done. As I strafed to the side of the shed I saw the door move. I stopped. Not 10 feet from it. Holding my breathe. Wishing it was my friends. That they were alive. That they had some how managed to survive. Trying to assume as much cover and protection as I could behind a huge Oak tree, I watched as the door suddenly flew open.......

About 10 minutes after Justin left, Zac decided to get some sleep while I kept guard, we had been up 48 straight moving from location to location looking for, Cory. He got separated from us a week ago, he disappeared one night and he hadn't returned but we were hopeful...... About an hour after Zac went to sleep, I passed out from exhaustion only to be woken by Cory.... Somehow he located us but he wasn't the only one, we saw approximately 30 undead fucks approaching the building. We couldn't leave knowing Justin would be back soon. So we decided to stay and fight......



I was armed with a Remington 700 which was fucking useless under these circumstances so I took out my side arm, a Springfield Warrior. Finally the came through the door, we managed to get about five of them before they stared coming in the windows. We headed out the back and proceeded to the shed killing anything that moved, I was on point. As I left the house I was trampled by three undead, luckily for me Cory was there, he saved my life. We made it to the shed, then we heard Justin's voice I proceeded out......

......The door flew open as if someone or something was trying to throw it smooth off its hinges. I started, scared by the sudden movement and anticipation of the worst. To my surprise I saw a white faced bloody Josh emerge. Side arm held in his trembling hands. His wide bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep and sudden fighting darted around the yard quickly. We both met eyes almost instantly. I motioned by hand that we were in the clear. Stepping out behind Josh came Cory. A surge of emotion overwhelmed me. Not having seen him for over a week I had feared the worst. "Am I glad to see you" Josh said, shaking my hand. "Having all the fun I see? I go out to get supplies and you guys get to have all the fun? Go figure." I said with a smile only hiding my worry and pain. "And how the hell are you?! We thought you were dead, after the initial attack we lost you. All I remember was running like I'd never run before. We were running through the streets of some downtown block. We were being chased by god knows how many dead. The moment we lost them we took refuge in an abandoned grocery store and almost immediately realized you were not with us. Are you ok, how did you survive? I asked Cory, partially hugging him partially shaking him. "I survived" he said. Clearly the week of running, fighting, and being alone had taken a toll on him both emotionally and physically.

"I survived, because I had to. I knew I had to. I had to live. I fought day and night. I barely got any sleep, in fact I haven't slept in almost three days. I haven't eaten in two." Slouching down onto the ground, leaning against the Oak tree he sighed. Looking from him to Josh I was trying to think of a plan. It was then I realized something odd.


"Where's Zac?" I ask......

I didn't know how to tell him. Hell, I didn't know if I could tell myself what just happened without losing it but I knew I had to. I said, "Justin, Zac he........ he, fucking abandoned us. Cory and I wanted to wait for you but Zac was getting nervous, with all the shit we've been through I've never seen him so nervous. The last I seen him he was running out the back gate heading south, I was going to stop him but I figured he'd end up getting us all killed so I let him go." At that exact moment Zac returned and I fucking lost it, I ran up to him and started punching him him repeatedly. If Justin and Cory hadn't ran up and and stopped me I probably would have killed him.....

"Josh stop!" Running up I grabbed Joshes arm trying to pull him back. Cory quickly came over and helped pull Josh off of him. We were all breathing heavily. We were all exhausted. Josh stood glaring at him while Zac lowered his eyes. "You....you son of a bitch. You left us. You ran and left us to fight for our lives." Josh said, spitting at his feet. Zac, looking as if the weight of the world had suddenly come crashing down upon him burst into tears. We all stood there for what seemed like an eternity, staring at the ground. Zac sobbing, Josh breathing heavily, Cory sighing in exhaustion, I....was trying desperately to think. So many things had happened in such a short span of time that I barely had the capacity to stand let alone think consciously at the same time. Zac, having reduced to a low murmur seemed to be saying something to himself. He was loosing it. I could see hysteria sitting in. "Josh, check the bodies. Make sure they're dead." I said turning to him. "Cory see if you can find and supplies in the shed. Anything you can find" Turning back around I leaned down and helped Zac to his feet. After splashing some water in his face he came to. He seemed more alert.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Justin" he said, almost pleading. "I was scared, more than I have ever been in my life. I've been shot at, attacked, and almost killed on numerous occasions, but this....I.....it was hopeless....I felt helpless..." He said, tears coming back. Grabbing him by his shoulder I made him look up at me "Stop it. Stop making excuses. We're all scared. We've all been there. We've all wanted to run. It was a lack of judgement on your part that could have very well gotten all of us killed. However, you came back. You owe us Zac, you owe us your life." Looking at him I could see a mixture of relief and pain in his swollen red eyes. "I understand" he says. "I will redeem myself, I swear it" Picking up his pack and handing it to him I said "I know, and you will. For now though, we need to get somewhere safe. We can discuss all of this later." Turning we each made our way out of the gate and down the street.......

Spotting an old homeless man some 2 miles from that grizzly shed lying under what appeared to be cardboard boxes I motioned to him. The others having seen my gesture looked down the alley way in which I had spotted the old man. Using basic tactical strategy we overcame him quietly before he knew what happened. Being cautious and more fearful of what he might be I did the best I could and stepped out into the light. I immediately said hello, having both seen and heard me at the same time seemed to have started him. Reeling in surprise he cast his hands up as if trying to keep away something striking his face. He was disarmed, no weapons of any sort and most importantly...he was human. Lowering his filthy arms he looked out from the shadows of his small hut. We must have been a sight. Each of us dressed in makeshift military apparel. Flack jackets, boots, belts, gun holsters, ammo, weapons. Each of us pointing our own light at him. He mumbled something at first. I stepped forward, trying to hear what he said. "HSSST" I said, crouching down giving a warning glance to my team. I had heard something. As if a pipe had been struck on another pipe, only it was far away. Crouching we all listened, all the while the disgusting homeless man kept mumbling, seeming to plead for us to save him.....


"Original response"
[I immediately spot a old homeless black man laying under some cardboard boxes in a back ally so we decided to go over and see if he needed any help, Justin took point.]

-Sorry Josh, you were fixing to go to bed and I was bored, so I took what you wrote and spruced it up a little, lol-

-- Oh god damn guys.. --


It all started out okay. I was in my group making way decently, or so it seemed through the masses of undead that now rule the streets. Josh and I were held up when it happened, I went to sleep to try to get some rest but was woken by Cory and his party of Zombies he decided to bring with him. Thats where I made my mistake. Since the world ended about a year ago certain things are no longer produced, and are extremely hard to find. At the time it seemed like a good idea to blow down that gram of cocaine id been holding on to for the past 8 months.. Unfortunately I had a deviated symptom and couldn't contain myself. My mind and heart started racing, and as I had my sights trained on the head of one of them I heard a long lost voice that I hadnt heard in years.. Somehow the face of the zombie I was about to kill turned into her. I just couldnt do it, and I lost it. I ran out of the shed and must have been thinking the others would follow me. I was too fucked up and induced to realize that in reality, that would never have happened. After running for a while I regathered my wits, drank some water and figured out what I was going to do. I had to go back to my friends. Hoping they were still alive, I made my way back to the shed where I thought they went. I could hear something inside, hopefully its not zombies....

-haha, hey Josh is the one that did it, haha-

As we were listening, waiting to hear the sound again, the old man kept getting louder. Soon he would be yelling and I'd have to shut him up before he did or else we'd have every god forsaken dead coming for us. Pulling out a small compact radio I threw it to the man, and signaled to the others that now was a good time to leave. We made our way down the disgusting alley way. Josh watching the roofs, Cory windows, Zac our backs, and I the end of the alley. It was strange because when we'd first heard that metallic sound it was as if it was far off. Now it seemed as if it was no 50 feet from us. We were nearing the end of the alley way, almost there.

"Klink..........Klink........." I heard the noise only it was loud. Really loud. "Hey guys do you hear that" Cory asked. Murmuring our answer we continued. "Maybe we should st......OH SHIT! Dead man at 4 o'clock" Josh yelled aiming up at the roof. We opened fire at the son of a bitch. Within in seconds he dropped from the roof. Our cover, our secrecy was blown and we could hear more coming. We were having to fight our way to the end of that alley. Dead on the roof, dead behind us, dead in front of us. It was something straight out of a horror movie. We fought for what seemed like hours. We were low on ammo, Josh was already out. I only had a few bullets left and all of a sudden they retreated.

Trying to catch our breathe we watched as the dead backed away. Then..."Klink..........KLINK..........KLINK." Out stepped something I never would have imagined in my entire life. It was a Zombie alright, but it looked as if it had mix matched body parts, and the thing making the Klink noise was a giant steel pipe put in place of his left leg. It seemed he or something else had rammed the pipe deep into his flesh straight into the bone. And then he spoke.....a harsh mangled voice that still chills my soul....

-oh this is like wandering into your favorite pizza shop shitfaced-

-quick rundown..i'm over on the 6 forum (i know you fellas are too)
name's Bryan, Justin sent me an invite specifically for this thread
haha-

-where you left off at justin makes me want this monster to say "STARS" for you RE fans, you'll know what i'm talking about haha-


..."surh-vive-orhs", the monster choked out, blood spewing from it's mouth as it uttered these muffled words. It threw up a mangled arm and the undead halted for a minute...was this possible, could the undead have a chain of command or a form of heirarchy. a cold chill ran down my spine as I watched this band of survivors in the alley below.

i cradled my silenced M4 assault rifle consumed by what i was watching. I had been posted up in this building for about a week trying to inspect the "klinking" noises that I had heard in this area so frequently. I had my trusty M4 with roughly 6 clips of 30 round per clip, a silenced beretta 9mm, w/ 4 clips of 9 rounds. 2 home made nail bombs, 15 molotovs, and freeze dried rations, but had only enough for another day and a half. the water i'd been drinking had been condensation i'd collected on the roof with any form of container i could find, i stretched old screens from the windows over the containers to try and prevent insects and birds from getting to the water. i barricaded the bottom of the stairwell with old dressers i'd found in the complex. making it impossible to get in or out from the ground floor. the roof was my form of a recon point. i was residing on the third floor though.

Unfortunately that band of fools were now on the buffet menu of whatever the hell that thing was. i didn't want to blow my cover but i realized my rations had become low and i needed a use for this molotovs i've had sitting around for the past three days, and in all honesty, i wasn't sure how long i'd last by myself at this point.

As i looked around the derelict I'd been living in i eyed up the filing cabinet that had the 15+ molotovs stuffed in them. I lit up 4 bottles in each drawer, frantically closed them up. I ran back to the window to still see this hideous creature eying up his next meal. I hucked a rickety old chair through the window causing it to shatter and the monsters attention to shifted to the chair for a split second. this was my chance. with he bottles already burning, i screamed out the window "get the fuck down!!!!"...i heaved the filing cabinet out the third story window and it was right on target heading for the monsters head. as if by a 6th sense the monster w/o looking side-steps the falling cabinet, but not the blast. the shards of filing cabinet and flame licked the already wet and sinewous body of the creature. it howled and reeled in pain. the surrounding undead were consumed by flame or blown to shreds from the initial explosion. the monster retreated leaving the head of the alley clear for escape...

-aaaahhhhhh snap! Damn, that was a good addition to the story, btw nice to see ya drop by :cheers:-




The shatter of glass, the fall of debris, and then......BOOM! From out of no where something had been thrown from above us straight for the dead. "What the fuck was that" I yelled, watching in horrible fascination as the dead were mostly on fire, blown to bits, or missing limbs. The bigger monster backed away. It seemed to of taken a few pieces of shrapnel to its body and its right arm was ablaze. "Up there, third window from the right" Zac yelled. Looking up I saw something I didn't expect to see. It was another human, and a well equipped human. Waving, then signaling to my radio I saw that he understood. Whoever it was turned from the window and disappeared. Not seconds later he returned holding a radio as well. I signaled the channel and spoke. "Are you human?" I asked. "Yes, and are you people idiots" The voice said right back. Surprised by this I answered "We have been fighting these none stop for nearly two weeks, we're low on supplies, ammo, and some of us have wounds that need treating." Looking up at the window I could tell the man was calculating, thinking, debating if we were worth his time. Then he turned and left again. Returning with a rope ladder in his hands. At the window he cast it out down to us. My team and my self scrambled up, not really knowing what to expect.

Stepping through the window I saw that this man was clearly well educated, well armed, and well disciplined. "My name is Justin, this is Josh, Cory, and Zac" pointing to each of us. "We're survivors of the original D-Day. We've traveled from MA and have headed south by foot." Eyeing a worn chair in the corner I sat down, exhausted. "My name is Brian. I was in the Army when D-Day happened. 601st Infantry Platoon, Red Company" he said, looking from me to the others.....

HOLY FUCK! I shouted in a surprised manner when a dresser fell from the roof and exploded 10 ft in front of me. Whatever the fuck that thing was its gone now. "looks like there's someone else who managed to survive boys" I said as I light my cigarette and crouched down to see how much ammo I had left. Josh was still checking the perimeter as Justin and Cory were trying to get into the building. I yelled up at the person on the roof to let us in so we could rest for a second and figure out what his story was. After what seemed like forever the door was unbarred and we made it inside. Blockaded everything back up again and exchanged stoy's with our new comrade Bryan. "This seems like a decent place to hold up for the night" said Josh...


--EDIT: ooh beat me to it Justin haha--