*Chik*
*Chik*
*Kerchik*
"Okay... Shotgun; Check. Pistol; Check. Sister..." John turned his head backward, Jenny raising an eyebrow. "...Check. Rations; Check. PDA..."
"Check." the voice spoke into the base, a small wrist device driving toward Experiment quickly, popping onto his wrist and attaching itself around the wrist, activating the armour.
"Sidekick?"
"Check." Kevin muttered, picking up a few destroyed pieces of tech. "You know, I don't get why we're leaving the base. They can't even get in here, what with the security defenses outside."
As if in response, moaning and bashing on the doors of the base rang out.
"Maybe not, but come on, we're heroes! We need to get in there and save people!"
"No, technically, only you are a hero. I am your unofficial aid, and Jenny isn't even registered. You go on alone, we will stay here."
"...Do you guys really want to see me dead?"
"Nope," Jenny cut in, "Which is why we aren't coming."
"What, you think I can't handle this? Come on, I have beaten all the Resident Evils so far, and I even lasted seven days on Dead Rising's infinity mode! I am, like, the official expert on zombies!" Experiment whined, slamming his shotgun onto his shoulder. It fired, the recoil smacking him in the head and the shells utterly destroying a security panel.
"...Oh crap."
"Great job, zombie-mastah! You managed to give those damned cannibals a way in!" Jenny yelled, the base door slowly sliding upward.
"Not cannibals. Zombies."
"Whatever! Get us out! Now!"
"...I have an idea. Follow me."
Experiment dashed off, grabbing Kevin's and Jenny's arms respectively and dragging them to the hangar bay as the door opened entirely. The Longbow Chaser activated remotely. "There is enough room in there for the two of you to get out. The fuel should last you a few days, just fly out of reach of even rooftops and you will be fine."
"...What about you?" Kevin quietly asked, checking behind his mentor in a scared fashion.
"Hey, seven-day survivor achievment is nothin' to laugh at." Experiment chuckled, but he lost his demeanor as soon as Jenny's hug encompassed him.
"...Be careful, John." she said, a tear sliding down her face.
"H... Hey... Quit it... You're gonna make me soft before I get to the stabby-stabby..." he said, returning the hug nevertheless. His sister began sobbing into his chest, and he pushed her away slightly, pulling her face up. "Hey... Stop. You're gonna be fine."
"You aren't! I just know it!" she yelled, sobbing harder.
"Are you saying I am useless? That isn't very sisterly of you." he chuckled, pulling her into another hug. The hangar door now had bashing on it.
"...Jen, we better get going." Kevin said, turning his face away from the siblings, sniffing slightly. Experiment hugged him just as tightly.
"Aw, is Kevin gettin' soft? You better be, because if you bring this Chaser back and the seat has a foreign substance..."
"JOHN!" Jenny yelled, punching his arm hard. Her brother stuck his tongue out at her, and stepped away from the jet.
"You guys had better get going." He said, waving them off. He turned toward the hangar door, now dented. The two nodded, jumping into the Chaser. It was a tight fit, but they still fit nonetheless. The jets ignited and the Chaser rose to the roof, the doors sliding open. John waved up at his sidekick and sister as the flyer exited the area. He turned back to the door yet again, growling. "Now then... Ready PDA?"
"Ready as ever, Johnny-boy."
"...Don't call me that. Call me... Frank West."
"...Dork."
((So many video game refrences are going to come into this...))
Sir Wolfe had gotten bored waiting for dawn and had taken to swordfighting the undead. His Mystical Ebony armor was keeping them at bay and his sword easily sliced through their flesh.
Coldfire was now twittling his thumbs watching when he heard the sound of an air craft flying. Looking up, he saw a Longbow Chaser rising in the air. Immediately leaping up and flying at top speed toward it, he stopped next to it, knocking on the cockpit.
"Hey! Have you seen any other survivors?" He yelled over the sound of the cockpit, not really caring about the other survivors, but a saver place, "I have some allies that may be able to help or something!"
((Oh, and I have 12 days under my belt on Infinity mode 
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((Quick question - is this DURING the outbreak, as in basically humaniy is at war with the undead, like in the first part of Dawn of the Dead, or AFTER the zombies have already taken basically the whole planet, more like in Day of the Dead, where only a few refugees still remain in 'secure' locations, surrounded by armies of undead in all directions?))
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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((A little of both.))
"AAH! KILL IT! KILL IT!" Jenny screamed, jumping on Kevin, arms around his neck and face.
"...Mmphmrmph."
"What? Oh, sorry!" She backed off quickly, chuckling and blushing at the same time. Kevin simply smirked and looked at the man knocking on the cockpit.
"Well, I would invite you guys in, but I don't think they would appreciate their molecules being crushed and spliced into ours, so that is a no-go. The only other survivor I know is down there, the one..."
He checked a viewscreen to see spines flying in all different directions, the zombies hardly even able to move an inch closer at the time.
"...Exploding in spikey things. Though, that isn't exactly the safest place to be... Friend or foe of either side..."
"One moment." Coldfire said, immediately dropping from the sky, slamming his heavy motorcycle boots into the metal flooring of the hangar.
Throwing fireballs in multiple directions destroying ghouls as quickly as he could, Coldfire was intent on saving someone before this was over.
"Nice to see other survivors!" Coldfire exclaimed, "Enjoying yourself?"
The sarcasm in Coldfire voice was obvious, he wasn't a funny man. He was actually very cold and ruthless. He would be surprised if the three he had just met would even think about helping them.
"Of COURSE I am!" Experiment chuckled, firing a spine into the stomach of an undead, pinning it to a wall, "I just got, like, 800 PP in these last five seconds! ...Would be worth more if I had a shower head or two..."
Gideon sat there thinking to himself. Did his friends and family in survive or did they perish. What was an immortal to do. blessed with the gift oof immortality and a mystical sword, and still he could do nothing. The Holy warrior dealt with zombies before but he could only do so much. There was so much chaos in the world. For years he has fought and slayed all sorts of creatures, from vampires, werewolves ect. Yet the Vampires that remauined were in war with the zombies over the food supply mainly the remaining huimans. Things seemed bleek. Gideon held the twins in thier holsters. Its been years since he used his 2 uzis. eversince his ressurection he only used his sword Nazarene but he could only do so much with his sword and needed extra insurance. Gideon looked at Becky. "Pretty soon they will be swarming over here, How long till we move?" Gideon had a look of concern on his face. Who knew if anyone could ever find a cure.
"Dead Rising? Hell, I beat the hell out of that game. You can play infinite mode a lot longer when you can create ice to cool the system down." Coldfire said with a chuckle, "What's your record? My best is 12 days. Woulda been more if my fiance hadn't glomped me."
Coldfire impaled a zombie with his ice sword and quickly ducked, as a zombie lunged at him tripping over him, a quick fireball later and both were scorched corpses.
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((Sorry Gideon, missed your post. I'll edit it as if he's speaking to another of the survivors.))
"I don't know. Coldfire should be back soon. In the morning we should be going to somewhere saver." Becky said staring out at the final sliver of light falling behind the dark, dying city.
"Eh, Seven days and one hour. I was stupid enough to let myself run outta food and attack a bunch of Zeds with a flashing shovel..." Experiment muttered, cursing as the spine he was swinging with cracked in half. He seathed in pain, retracting the spine and causing a new one to eject.
"Damnit... These damn walking corpses hit rigor mortis. My spines keep breaking..."
Gideon decided to conserve his ammo as he saw more zombies coming. The Holy warrior summoned his sword which appeared out of thin air. The Dark Savior then started swinging at the zombies, going for thier heads as split a few zombie's heads in half destroying the brains. Gideon looked at Becky again. I hope Kaiser hurries up, because as you can see we are getting more unwanted visitors." Gideon swung at at another zombie that came charging at him. Gideon looked at experiment 2.0. "Are you doing ok?" Gideon hoped that Kaiser would hurry. They could only fight off the zombies for so long.
The hackles on Karl's neck stood on end. The scent of decay and death swirled around mixed with something... unnatural. Whatever made the zombies what they are had an acrid odor that burned in his snout.
The zombies shambles aimlessly across the moor towards his concealed position. Did they sense him? No, his skill as a hunter were preternaturally enhanced since his rebirth as a lycanthrope. They were after something or someone else. Then the wind changed directions and his nose detected the smell of cooked meat... gypsies.
The zombies had sensed them before he had? That thoroughly astounded Karl. How could this be? His senses were 10 times more acute than any other living humans. He would have to investigate this further. The hunt was on.
He loped along in full wolf form for speed though he was in no danger of being overtaken by the shambling horde. Karl's ears pricked up at the sound of gypsy instruments playing a fine tune. He was close.
Moments later he came within sight of the gypsies encampment. 7 wagons and 2 large tents surrounded a large pit with a bonfire. About 25 gypsies were gathered around the fire dancing and singing and enjoying an apparent feast unaware of the danger that approached from the south. Karl loped around to the north side of the camp to observe.
As the wolf gazed into the camp he watched the dancers. One youthful female dancer caught his attention not as a wolf, but as a man. Her raven tresses whirled about as she twisted and spun about in traditional gypsy dance, tambourine playing against her curvaceous hip. Mesmerized he lost track of time...
((Sorry for the delay, had to get in on the holiday events. Got all for badges! Made meself a holiday costume as well. I'll continue this tomarrow, I need my sleep, work tomarrow, but feel free to continue on you own.))
Protect: Portal! Only chance: Escape!
Lost: Defeated! Position: Exposed; vulnerable!
-immune! Mentalists; mesmerists: Retreat!
Guardians: Shield: Armorless infantry! They: Most vulnerable!
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHGH!
Warmaster Chertak brought his massive warblade down in an overhanded chop that completely split a zombie in two. The former PPD officer flopped to the ground, clearing the path for a wounded conscript to drag his even more wounded brother away from the encroaching mass of zombies.
Hold: Line! Chertak mentally shouted as he clenched his left fist and punched another zombie in the jaw, shattering it but not detering the undead in the slightest.
Behind the steadily shrinking line of defending Rikti, the warehouse that they were protecting was bustling with activity. Unarmed scientists scurried back and forth, checking jery-rigged control panels and adjusting ad-hoc power connections to get the most out of the materials they had. A massive Portal Corps portal hung suspended over the center of the empty warehouse, it's frame currently inactive due to the haggling of several Rikti technicians.
Out on the lines, armored Rikti commanders were forced to bear the brunt of the fighting as zombie tooth and nail were hardly effective weapons against the finest Rikti metallurgy. But even these heavily armored soldiers could be brought down with enough numbers and there were too few to hold the line all on their own. The best they could do was fight a delaying action as the remaining lower ranked survivors retreated into the warehouse and took up preprepared firing positions. Under cover of their plasma rifles, the commanders could pull back with relative safety.
Too bad they wouldn't get that far.
One technician tinkering with a stubborn plasma generator ripped from the Rikti Warship, now overrun and abandoned, saw an unusual power spike. Trying to put this to a halt before the generator exploded, he inadvertantly triggered the activation sequence for the other plasma generators that had yet to be brought online. The activation of these reactors and the sudden surge of power through the computer controlling the process for a loop. Eventually it was decided that it was time to activate the portal.
However, there were no noordinates currently entered; so when the portal activated it blindly opened a path into the incomprehensible void seperating dimensions with earth-shattering results.
Chertak and the Chief Soldier he was fighting next too were brutally thrown the ground by the shockwave from the destruction of the portal. Two hundred Rikti minds screamed out in pain for a brief second before vanishing forever, leaving the rest of the group-mind confused and disoriented.
Taking advantage of the sudden cessestion of resistance, the zombies swarmed even harder, pulling down Rikti after Rikti under the unstoppable tide of flesh. It was only through sheer will power that Chertak managed to shake off the death of so many of his kind so suddenly in time to swing up his blade and sheer a zombie from groin to forehead.
Defend: Selves! Chertak cried out. Objective: Retreat; regroup!
All: Lost, moaned one Rikti as he stumbled toward the ashen remains of the warehouse. All: Doomed.
Time: None! Chertak yelled at the Rikti, still stunned and barely going through the motions of surviving. All: Wish: Life. Follow: Me! All: Wish: Death. Die: Well.
Chopping down another zombie, Chertak's warblade lodged and he was unable to get it out before another zombie jumped him. The Warmaster clenched his fists a certain way to deploy several electrified spikes from his knuckles and viciously beat the zombie down. Around him, several other Rikti broke out of their stupor and rallied around the Warmaster. Together, the ten of them managed to fight their way out of the ring of death and scale to the top of a nearby apartment building.
They watched solemly as the last of those who had remained behind fell and then moved on, jumping from roof to roof to avoid the streets.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Suddenly, there was a huge explosion right in the middle of the gypsie camp, leaving a huge smouldering crater in the middle of the clearing. Most of the gypsies had been thrown back, and now looked through the risen dust stupidly.
A large silver bullet-shaped capsule was sitting in the center of the crator.
The words "Husk Corperation" were clearly engraved on its side.
Then, a hatch on one side blew outward. Bickering voices could be heard from within.
"But why when the entire place is infested with ZOMBIES?" Said a particuarlly irratated voice.
"Because I'm freaking bored out of my mind with dimension hopping! I need a vacation! And no vacation is complete without a zombie invasion!" Said a dull and flat bland voice.
Lord H'taed and Lord Diov strolled out of the capsule.
Lord H'taed was easily over ten feet tall. He was stick thin, however. He wore black medival styled armor with tribal runes all over it. A black hood obscured his entire face, revealing only his red eyes. Several spikes rose from his shoulders, static crawling over them. His clawed hands weaved through the air as he bickered with his companion.
Lord Diov resebled an evil lawyer on crack. Black cargo pants with tribal runes on them, a black buisness suit with lots of pockets covered an under-shirt made of chaos leather. A reaper-styled cloth hung around the lower portion of his face, and descended down his back to create two tattered scarves. Red tinted monocles covered his eyes, and he wore a black duster hat. Nothing of his face could be seen behind all of this.
"Look, you seem differant ever since you came back from...Woa..." Lord H'taed glanced around at all the gypsies. "Hey Diov, I'm hungry after spending over ten hours in that capsule. Can I kill them?"
Lord Diov considered this for a moment.
"Feh. We're on vacation. Feel free."
Lord H'taed's hands started to crackle with electrical energy, and he headed for a particularly youthful gypsie girl still lying stunned on the ground.
The explosion was so bright it illuminated the woods beyond the clearing. Shambling figures were just beyond the tree line now, hundreds of them. Slavering, oozing pustulent, undead things hungering for living brains.
Thrown out of his daze by the roar of the explosion Karl skulked around the ruins of the camp to observe the figures that stepped out from the capsule that caused the blast. The 2 figures were gaunt and pallid, not unlike the zombies themselves. But no scent of decay was upon them. They were different, but not terribly. Could they be the source of this scourge? No they seemed to be aware of the predicament here though, but it did not seem to concern them. They seemed to have a different agenda, not much different than Karl's own.
The armored being began to crackle with energy and began to move menacingly towards the gypsy girl Karl had been mesmerized by moments ago. Something moved in Karl the scent of a predator struck him and the low hungry growl of a carnivore reached his ears.
What to do? Normally Karl would simply move on but something about the gypsy girl demanded his attention. Karl leapt from his hiding place at the edge of the clearing. The sudden rage at having his prize taken away from him so soon fueled the rage in him. His wolf features bulged and twisted. Bones broke and reformed muscle and tissue expanded and reshaped themselves.
When Karl landed halfway between the girl and the armored thing he was no longer a mere wolf but a hulking beast half man, half wolf. His supernatural strength evident by the taut muscles rippling under his thick fur. The powers of darkness that fueled the curse of lycanthropy swirled in a dark fog around his body.
A guttural growl escaped from Karl's throat..."mine!"
Lord H'taed paused as the beast-man-thing leapt in front of him.
"Hey Diov. Looks to be a Lycanthrope. You got any silver on you?" He shouted back to where Lord Diov was standing.
"Yes, but there will be no need for that. The second capsule is going to land in 3 seconds anyway." Diov replied.
Exactly 3 seconds later, there was another earth-quaking roar and the ground shook, accompanied with another brilliant flash of light.
Another crater. Another capsule. The hatch on this one opened and out climbed 2 thugs, 1 arsonist, 2 enforcers, and a bruiser.
H'taed glanced at them, then back to Karl.
"Well, I'd kill you myself, but I'm kinda tired. Call it jet lag if you will. However...My master and his friends will be happy to oblige your death wish."
H'taed activated his lightning reflexes and rushed back to the first capsule.
Lord Diov immediatly took control of his thugs.
"Ok Husks. Lycanthrope. Dead. Ten minutes ago." He said in a bland voice.
"You heard him. Switch to silver bullets and weaponry." Said one of the enforcers.
The enforcers and thugs took a moment to switch ammo clips to silver ammunition. The arsonist just took a packet of blue powder and poured it into the flame tank on his back. The bruiser pulled a sledgehammer made of pure silver seemling out of thin air.
"Ready!" The husks spread out.
"Aim!" Pistols and Uzis leveled. A petrol bomb was primed, and a grip tightened on the haft of a sledgehammer.
"MAUL!"
Next thing, there was a storm of silver projectiles, a fire bomb, and a grinning bruiser heading straight towards Karl.
Heh, can't even fight me themselves, gotta have the lackeys do it. Unfortunately for them, they were about to learn something new about lycanthropes.
Dark fog coalesced about Karl's body, the silver bullets struck the thick mire and slowed to a crawl, then dropped to the ground in a silver shower. The fire bomb on the other hand struck not Karl, but the ground near him. It burst into a torrent of flame and hot glass. The stink of petroleum filled Karl's nose as the flames scorched his fur.
Hmm, 7 against 1, the odds were not in Karl's favor, not even in his lycanthropic rage.
Still smoldering from the pyrotechnic burst, Karl leaped to the girl dodging a massive silver sledge and hefted her easily under a muscular arm. With a snarl unlike any lycanthrope T'haed or Diov had ever heard before, Karl leapt past T'haed with blinding speed. Holding the girl under one arm, his other hand drifted low and razor sharp claws raked T'haed's side, rending armor and flesh.
By the time T'haed spun around from the blow Karl's leap had carried him and the girl well out of sight. As T'haed cursed at his new wound he suddenly had the feeling he had forgotten something. Turning around the swarm of zombies carried into the crater like a sea of death. Now the odds were several hundred to 7.
Karl snickered to himself as he carried off his prize into the woods. Lets see them odds now...
The Flying Carcass wasn't fond of the term zombie when people used it to describe him. Oh sure, he was undead n' stuff, but he was far more intelligent than the hordes stumbling around Paragon, plus he could fly thanks to his magical awsomeness.
When the outbreak first began, the Flying Carcass tried to protect the civilians from being zombified, but they kept doing stupid stuff like using the restroom unaccompanied and hiding behind stuff. After awhile the Flying Carcass was ready to give up, so he landed next to a group of living impaired and tried to have a conversation with them.
Flying Carcass: "So, any of youse like music?"
Zombie Hoard: "Uuuggghhh... uuuuhhhhh...."
Flying Carcass: "Aw, youse guys aren't interesting. This is like watching PBS, only without the artsy stuff."
After that, Flying Carcass vowed to do everything in his power to save humanity, if for nothing else than to save television!
And for your information, the hoard the Flying Carcass spoke to was quickly dealt with when they fell off a cliff. Hooray for faultline.
((Alright. This is something that has flooded my mind for a long, LONG time. I'm creating a RP based on the rules of a zombie outbreak. There are very simple rules that must be followed. They are as follows:
1. No superpower can save the infected. Healing can retard it, but there is no cure.
2. Zombie can only be killed by destroying the brain.
3. There is no killing other characters with zombies. I will control the undead, but no matter what, it is up to the poster to decide their character(s) fate.
4. Heroes and villains can work together, alone, or against each other.
5. You can do what you want as long as it isn't too outlandish.
6. There is no leaving Paragon/Isles, no matter what, unless you are removing a character from the RP.
7. You cannot end the story by:
A. Getting outside help, as the world is completely overran
B. Killing every zombie
C. Destroying the world
Please refrain from overpowering your character.
As a note, characters not of the human race, may or may not be immune to the virus.
Example: Stone skinned people can't be bitten.
Armors such as Fire Shield, Ice Armor, or even just body armor can repulse undead, but it is not invulnerable, show this in you posts. Invulnerability can even be surpassed after a while, no matter what, your character should have vulnerabilities.
Zombies follow the following rules:
They have three stages, the first is the Dawn of the Dead running zombie. Second is jerky Resident Evil: Apocolypse zombie. Third is shambling classic Romero zombie.
They are immune to all damage and will keep moving until the brain is destroyed.
Zombies only have automatic powers (examples: Swift, Stone Skin, ect.) if they were once heroes/villains.
Zombies have no higher thinking meaning mind control or mind reading does not work, illusions also do not work.
Dismemberment can stop a zombie, but will not kill it.
Zombies can not use weapons.
Zombies cannot fly, superspeed, teleport, or superjump.
Villain groups are effected as well. Not only are they under attack, but they work with heroes or other villains for survival.
Example: Malta will work with heroes to survive.
Other zombies such as Vahzilok, Pantheon, or MM pets are, of course, uneffected by infection, but other zombies will attack them.
These zombies are not magic based. They are science based and there is not saving the infected.
With all that said, I'll begin our story, and set the tone of all this.))
Almost overnight, it seemed, the undead had overran the world and sent all humanity into chaos and disarray. Heroes fought valiantly, but to no avail, and now, most are dead...ish.
But Heroes weren't the only ones fighting on the homefront. Arachnos had their own problems back at the Rogue Isles, and the normal insanity of the isles has increased.
The world is in ruins and there is no telling how long the last remaining heroes and villains can fight of the undead hordes. This is the story of those last brave souls. The last hope of all humanity.
Coldfire Kaiser watched silently with a grim look on his face at the horizon. The sun was going down, meaning the city was much more dangerous now. Of course, he could make his own light, but that just attracted more of the monsters. His powers had saved him greatly in the past days of the outbreak. His ability to create icey barriers had given him defense at the moment. Himself and his comrades had holed up in a destroyed two story building in Faultline, hoping the crater would make a natural barrier.
This had proven somewhat useful, but now the things were finding their way up the other side. The few roamers they had seen make their way up were easily sniped by Carlos, as he was a master sniper. But Coldfire knew they didn't have much time. Carlos was almost out of ammo, and Coldfire hadn't slept in days trying to keep the ice barriers up.
Exhausted, he sat down on the little lawnchair that had been inside the building, staring contently at the falling sun.
"Who would have thought this would have been the end of us." He said solemnly rubbing his eyes.
"I hope help comes soon..." Becky said walking up to the roof.
"Help isn't coming." Blade said leaning against the wall next to the door, "Help is dead."
((Feel free to jump in, interact with others, and do whatever you want. Competition is incouraged, and fighting is tolerated. I'll add my villains in shortly. Have fun.))