Zombie attack

[floggingmolly22]

"Excellent. We now have the heavy metal doors (just three, barrable from the inside), and have barricaded all windows except for the 3 inch firing ports at the top. All that's left is taking out the stairs and replacing them with a ladder, and building a palisade around the outside," I say as I stand next to anton for the watch.

[subject666]

i got very tired. so i say to everyone "is it alright if i can get some sleep, just wake up if you need me"

[antonkr]

October 18, 2012 mid-night

"night. Its quite. Zombies are looking for something or someone. I am sure that they are looking for me. But i will never surrender. If i have no gun i will fight with my arms. If i have no arms , i will fight with my legs, if i have no legs, i will be zombie food."

 

 

 

Day of survival 2

wake up people. Its day already. We have a lot to do.

First we have to go to gun shop.

Second upgrade the barricade.

[subject666]

i wake up and have something to eat and something to drink. after i take my sledgehammer and look for a car. i find someones old jeep and shout to the guys " guys ive found a jeep. we can drive to the gun shop now"

 

5 mins later: "here we are lads"i say to everyone. i then go searching for some shotgun shells. as soon as i find some rumaging through the storage i shout "guys we can take all these guns and ammuntion. just store it in the jeep"

[subject666]

i wake up and have something to eat and something to drink. after i take my sledgehammer and look for a car. i find someones old jeep and shout to the guys " guys ive found a jeep. we can drive to the gun shop now"

 

5 mins later: "here we are lads"i say to everyone. i then go searching for some shotgun shells. as soon as i find some rumaging through the storage i shout "guys we can take all these guns and ammuntion. just store it in the jeep"

[DodgeOh]

OK, here's my character:

Name: Michael Fenix

Occupation: Med-evac Helicopter Pilot, USAF

Wears: Standard issue USAF pilot uniform, Military boots

Skills: Small guns, Repair, Medic

Personality:

A quiet guy, but not a loner. He likes company, and working as a team. Really active Sometimes really serious, and sometimes a good and nice company. Thanks to the days before, he has gone a bit depressed

 

Personal Diary:

 

It's october 18. We were ordered to look for survivors in the city and bring them to base.

...

 

Red color: me

White: base

Blue: Co-pilot

Green: Other soldiers from the rescue team

 

Base, this is Echo one, we haven't found anything yet.

Roger Echo one, keep searching

Understood, Echo 1 out

Man, this whole damn city is dead. I doubt we can find anything

NO, HE'S INFECTED! SHOOT!

GRRRAAAAH!

 

[shouting, gunfire, and disguisting zombie voice]

 

Damn, they hit the fusalage! Shut down the engines!

I'm on it!... Engine out. Impact in... 3... 2... 1...

 

CRASH!

 

10 minutes later...

 

Ah, I... I'm alive? - I say as I wake up.

No one else was so lucky... Everyone's dead from the crew.

Then I collect everything useful. Here's the list:

 

MP5 Submachine gun With 3 clips (from the soldiers)

M1191 Pistol with 4 clips (mine)

3 walkie-talkies

A few medical supplies

But no food...

 

I guess I'll have to look for survivors alone...

 

ps: I have landed near the Shop. So I guess you heard the explosion

[subject666]

as i begin loading the jeep with ammo i hear a crash. "oh s***, what the hell was that" i say to myself. i then head over to the crash site and see a man wounded. i run overto him and say "are you alright mate. and what happened why are you down here?".

 

"oh yes i almost forgot to ask whats your name"

[floggingmolly22]

The two way radio with the scavenging party crackles, my voice says, "Come in, come in. Anyone? Ok, update on the construction: I have taken out and replaced the stairs with a ladder, beggining on a palisade. Request: pick up some medical supplies, and some .50 cal ammunition. Remember, I have medical training, if I have supplies, I can patch us and others up. Flogging out."

[subject666]

i speak back to flogging over the radio "ive got 50.cal ammo but ive just found a slightly wounded man that claims to be part of the USAF, heading to a medical shop in a min just loading the jeep and getting some fuel. roger out"

 

20 mins later: i drive to a doctors and get a couple boxes and fill them with medicines and equipment and over random stuff.

i then head back to base and say i think we need a storage room of some sort cuz me jeeps full of stuff

[floggingmolly22]

"Dump the stuff in the middle of the living room for now. Then grab up some tools and work on this palisade. The food is in the pantry, so we'll have to come up with a different place for the munitions," I tell subject. I then run and grab Fenix from the jeep, and help him inside. I set him on the counter, flick the lights on, grab the boxes of medical supplies and begin to examine him.

 

"Ok," I say to him. "There appears to be a lot of blunt trauma to your joints. Nothing too serious, just some bangs and bruises. The only things that need attention are the cut along your right forearm and your right little finger. It appears that your cut was from the cockpit glass breaking, and your little finger appears to have been dislocated." I then proceed to pick the glass shards out of the wound, clean, and dress it. Next, I take Fenix's little finger, and saying, "I'm not going to lie. This will hurt," I give it a twist and a shove, and with a sickening sound, it snaps back into place. "Excellent. Other than some additional scrapes, and a whole lot of bruises, it appears that you are fine. You're a very lucky man, my friend."