Re: Fisson Street (South/New Prague)

by Ben Winters Wed Feb 05, 2020 6:51 pm

Damian Handy wrote:
The Lieutenant turns to Ben with a smirk. "Well said Sargent." He says, tossing his fellow officer the Remington he just loaded up. "We stick together, and we'll get back in one piece." He says to the lot, handing Ben shells as he passed by, taking this momentary reprieve to check his 9mm. Everything looked good to go, and he was about ready to ditch this place. Cahill spoke up: "Everyone, grab what you can quick, and prepare to move out. Just one more push to the station, like the Lieutenant says if we move as a team our chances of survival will be higher!"

Ben places his sidearm into his holster he turns and catches the Remington that Damian just tossed his way and began loading the shells that his fellow officer had just handed him. Ben glanced over to the others in the group as they got ready to move Ben moved to the rear with Captain Cahill as instructed he scanned the rear area a few zombies could be seen but they were far enough away to not waste time on.

Damian Handy wrote:
"Ben, my nightstick?"

"Oh yeah sure thing" Ben took Damians nightstick from his belt loop and tossed it over to him"

Ben then turned to the Captain who was checking his watch and asking the group if they were ready to move out Ben looked at Cahill "Ready to roll captain"

(ooc right i'm back people Very Happy

off to the station we go Razz

)

by Damian Handy Fri Feb 07, 2020 3:28 am

Damian caught the night stick, and slid it back into its proper place. "Thanks man," he says with a grin, his eyes catching the distant shambling zombies before looking to Sam. "You heard the Sarge, lets roll out!"

"Mmm!" Cahill grunted, and then the train got moving. They headed up the rest of Fisson Street:

Fisson Street (South/New Prague) - Page 2 My_map

Fisson Street (South/New Prague) - Page 2 My_map

They had to take the bend in the street, and thankfully, there were other non infected who were stepping outside, wondering what the commotion was about. "Emergency evacuation! Everyone, get to the police station!" Cahill barked from the back, waving the civs to join their ranks with one hand on the pump of his SWAT SPAS 12 shotgun. The civilians were confused, and Damian could see that it was going to be a pain to convey this without a megaphone or a prerecording. "Dammit, everyone! Fall in line! Everyone must evacuate to the Police Station immediately, just tag along now!" He tried, as the zombies from before shambled into view. He could see looks of concern fall upon their faces, as the creatures looked injured and bloody. Some did join their ranks, while others ran towards the monsters without knowing... "Shit, Captain!" Handy barked, and Cahill was already on it, stepping towards one of the close at hand zombies, grabbing their shoulder and throwing them back before swinging the barrel of the shot gun against their neck and fired. There was a spray of red, and the turned human stumbled back, head dangling from what was left of its spine before rolling off onto the street. There were screams of fright, and though this did keep one of the zombies from attacking a civ, it didn't have the desired effect. People began running back into their homes, screaming, and shouting, throwing things at the officers! "Shit!" Cahill cussed, using his arm to block a bottle being chucked at his head. He winced, turning to the others. "Handy, Kamura, move your asses this isn't working!"

The Lieutenant grits his teeth, and pushes on as ordered, halting his attempts at trying to convince the citizens of the attack for now, as he and Kamura had to duck their heads from incoming makeshift projectiles as well. "Move move move!" Handy screamed, as shambling undead and civilians alike riot through out the street. "How was it so quiet a fuckin minute ago, and now its a fucking parade?!" Damian spat, feeling the cold hands of something not quite alive grab his shoulder! He turned to the whited eyed business man, blood smeared lips gaping wide! Damian tugged back, slamming the butt of the shotgun into its face and forced him backwards, feeling the creepy nails run across the fabric of his shirt, blood smearing the RPD Lieutenant Patch. He kept running, ignoring the brush of death, he didn't know if scratches would cause... zombification, like in some of the movies, but he didn't want to find out first hand. He kept moving however, raising the shotgun when a small group of zombies impeded their path! "Contact!" He shouted, flicking the safety off, pulling the trigger. Buckshot flew from the mossberg, the pellets hitting the group, causing them to stumble backwards. He fired again, blood spraying out their chests, their torsos pocketed with lead balls, patterns he'd seen on corpses, something humans couldn't survive. "Fuck... these things!" He spat, racking the pump, and fired towards their heads, taking out two of the three who were still advancing! He grimaced, watching flesh strip from their faces, the third that still stood hardly noticing the facial of lead. As he got closer, Damian swings the shotgun like a club against their face, smearing blood onto the stock while the zombie fell back and away from the group. "We gotta keep moving!" He shouted. They still had a block or so before they were on Ennerdale!

by Samantha Kamura Fri Feb 07, 2020 3:55 am

Sam frowned, it seemed like everyone was turning against them, within a span of moments the dead street turned into a tidal wave of various civilians who had no idea of the situation and were targeting them or too scared to listen. "Fuck!" Sam screamed, a potted plant smacking her shoulder! She was injured enough as it was from the car accident with her boyfriend! She saw one of the shambling things soon after grabbing at one of the fleeing civilians soon after, and with a momentary pause, raised the Benelli at the creature and fired. The zombified woman recoiled off the young man she had grabbed, showering the poor fellow in a splash of dark crimson. The creature teetered and fell soon after. She picked up her pace again, staying at the Lieutenant's side, turning back to face Khristian to see he was still with them, and then refocused her attention on the scene dissolving around them. "We're almost there, everyone keep up!" She cheered, sounding less cheerful than she wanted, and unsure if anyone could hear with the chorus of screams and hungry moans now rising around them!

by Random NPCs Sat Feb 08, 2020 1:46 am

The sounds of gunfire, booming rifle rounds that overpowered the sound of their shotguns and a rapid gunfire that was high pitched, like a repetitive tapping could be heard ahead of them. One of the zombies to the left of the party's head exploded following one of the thundering shots, and then another to the right...

by Damian Handy Sat Feb 08, 2020 1:48 am

Random NPCs wrote:The sounds of gunfire, booming rifle rounds that overpowered the sound of their shotguns and a rapid gunfire that was high pitched, like a repetitive tapping could be heard ahead of them. One of the zombies to the left of the party's head exploded following one of the thundering shots, and then another to the right...

Damian half smiled. "That looks like McInis' work, looks like the rest of the teams fortifying the entrance-" he says out loud, glad he hired the cocky son of a bitch. "Okay, we're almost there, follow the gunshots!" He yelled out.

by Random Mobs Fri Feb 14, 2020 3:31 am

Ali Marks wrote:
Random NPCs wrote:
Ali Marks wrote:[from the main hall]

Ali stepped out with shotgun in hand, still pissed off by Cathy's words... before her attention turned to the bodies in front of the gate. Close by, in a black RPD vest was the tall Andre Westport who turned to her, blood splatter on his worried face. "What the fuck is going on out here?" Ali says to the man as she approached, looking down at the bodies. They were... your typical civilians, but bloodied from their bullet wounds, and upon other glances... bite marks.

Andre turned to Alison upon hearing her draw near, and he reloaded the smg in his hand. "Ali! Finally, I got me some backup!" He exhaled, slapping the bolt down before clutching the radio mounted on his shoulder. "You good on ammo up there?" He asked Carl, who had replied with another booming shot from his rifle, taking out a distant target crawling up from Fisson Street. "Yup-" His voice crackled over the radio as he racked the bolt of the Model 700P, causing a .308 shell to fly.

Andre then returned his attention to Alison, and frowned. "I don't have a clue. Something to do with the riot I suppose, but radios are limited to short range, the city's in apparent chaos and people are eating each other like zombies." He explained, before pointing over to the corpses. "They just keep comin'," he paused, before pointing to the street. "-shit, more's on the way! Back me up Corporal!" He pleaded, shouldering the sliding stock and prepared to fire on a group of zombies shuffling towards the station!

"T-that's crazy big guy..." she says, her mind unable to grasp his insane story. However, Marvin's words about 'fighting ourselves' made sense suddenly upon looking at the bodies nearby, combined with Andre's response and even that bitch Cathy's explanation. Thats when the horde approached, shambling and moaning, Andre turning his sub machinegun at them- they looked like your typical civilians though... yet they weren't. Ali gasped, the extent of damage most of the slow approaching mob had was beyond belief: a woman had a missing left arm, a man beside her in a sports jersey had a knife sticking out of his chest... blood dribbling out over the blade. Another, an older man in a blazer, had a missing lower jaw! "Wh-what the hell is wrong with them?! How is that even possible?!" She asked, but no one answered with their voices. Andre's MP5 rattled and Carl's cannon of a rifle boomed above her head, bullets spraying into the crowd of shambling civilians. They recoiled from the blows but it did little to halt their advance! "That's not possible... thats enough firepower to take out an elephant!" She screamed, her skin pale, her neck dripping with cold sweat. She could hear Andrea over the chaos screaming for her to back him up, and she froze... unsure what to do. Shotgun in her shaky hands, it felt heavy... felt wrong to point the weapon at these sickly figures who couldn't be alive... shouldn't be alive!

It wasn't till she saw them up close... their white, vacant eyes did she raise her weapon. She wasn't sure if they were dangerous... but didn't want to find out. They were like the walking dead in those horror films, they just took the brunt of their force and ignored it... seemingly powered by a single driving instinct... hunger. She heard hunger in their moans, their arms, if they had any, raised for Andre and her! She raised her shotgun, leaned into the stock and with tightly gritted teeth pulled the trigger!

Ka-BANG!

She pumped the scatter gun, ejecting a plastic red shell smoking from the chrome slide, which then tumbled onto the cobble stone surface beneath them. Sliding the wooden pump forwards, the receiver slide another shell into the chamber, primed and ready to fire:

Ka-BANG!-Kachunk-Ka-BANG!

She fired several shells into the crowd, the large pellets from the 12 gauge tearing the undead's flesh from their faces, one tore the head clean off!

Ka-BANG!

Ka-BANG!

Ka-BANG!

She had two more shells left, and the diminishing crowd of creatures fell limp, while she reloaded. She was so shaken, it took a few tries to load a shell into the feeder on the bottom of the weapon, her hands jittery from adrenaline. What the fuck is happening out here...? She heard a scream which cut off her thoughts briefly, a young woman was being assaulted by one of the turned humans, digging his teeth into her forearm across the street! "No!" She screamed, running towards the pair. What happened to them? Why is everyone in this town going crazy, acting like zombies!? She thought as she closed the distance, swinging the butt of her weapon against the man's skull, tearing him away from the woman- along with a thin strip of flesh. She grimaced, while the woman screamed. "Go, to the station, now!" Ali ordered, staring at the man with his pale blue face, vacant white eyes and bloody jaw with the fleeing woman's flesh still in his mouth... I joined the force to aid, to help these people... why... why now am I forced to...? She asked herself, feeling her anxiety build as the creature now focused on her!

She jammed the barrel of her shotgun against the creature's face and unflinchingly pulled the trigger.

Ka-BANG!

The zombie's head exploded into mist and gore, grey matter splattering the brick building behind him, as he fell back from the force of the weapon. Blood speckled Alison's face and uniform. She blinked, taking a moment to register this very real situation she now found herself in... "The world... its gone mad..." she shuttered, gulping back the knot in her throat as she returned to loading shells into her gun. She could hear shouts down the street, and turned her attention to them. "Andre!" She called out, loading shells in quick succession. "Cover me!" She screamed, rushing towards the danger, drawing out her fellow office to aid her outside the gates and in the street proper! None of this makes sense... but, if we don't help these people, more lives... more lives will be at risk! She found herself saying, lifting the 870 with an audible one handed pump! She shoulders the weapon and aims at another turned human, their defining trait being their lack of awareness, cataract eyes and bloody clothing... and their voracity towards their fellow man. "Everyone! Into the station!" she cried out, firing another shell. I'm not going to let these people down...!

The sound of gunfire was louder the closer the group got, and now, there was shouting- a woman ordering civilians to run into the police station! The station's blue flag with RPD logo emblazoned upon it, and the big white 'RPD' sign which made the building so memorable was now in full view! And even better, the thick, brick walls and cast iron gate of the entrance courtyard gave the building the auspicious appearance of a besieged castle! Officers in vests and in plain patrol uniforms guarding the safe haven with their weapons drawn and firing upon the undead menace assaulting the group and functional civilians alike!

by Damian Handy Fri Feb 14, 2020 3:35 am

Captain Cahill from the back returned his attention towards Handy and Kamura at the front of the group, to the sight of the looming RPD building and its high walls and clock tower with a look of momentary relief. "Keep moving! Move!"

[To here]

by Sponsored content

*Inventory*	Type & Total Number or %
Ammunition (Bullets, Shells, etc)
Special Ammunition (Flare, Rockets, Grenades)
Healing Items (Herbs, Medicine, F.A. Spray)
Important Items (Lockpicks, Keys, Key Items, etc)
Victims (B.O.W.)

*Inventory*	Type & Total Number or %
Ammunition (Bullets, Shells, etc)
Special Ammunition (Flare, Rockets, Grenades)
Healing Items (Herbs, Medicine, F.A. Spray)
Important Items (Lockpicks, Keys, Key Items, etc)
Victims (B.O.W.)

*Inventory*	Type & Total Number or %
Ammunition (Bullets, Shells, etc)
Special Ammunition (Flare, Rockets, Grenades)
Healing Items (Herbs, Medicine, F.A. Spray)
Important Items (Lockpicks, Keys, Key Items, etc)
Victims (B.O.W.)

*Inventory*	Type & Total Number or %
Ammunition (Bullets, Shells, etc)	---
Special Ammunition (Flare, Rockets, Grenades)	---
Healing Items (Herbs, Medicine, F.A. Spray)	---
Important Items (Lockpicks, Keys, Key Items, etc)	---
Victims (B.O.W.)	---

*Inventory*	Type & Total Number or %
Ammunition (Bullets, Shells, etc)
Special Ammunition (Flare, Rockets, Grenades)
Healing Items (Herbs, Medicine, F.A. Spray)
Important Items (Lockpicks, Keys, Key Items, etc)
Victims (B.O.W.)