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Post by Experiment 9 on Jul 6, 2009 1:18:28 GMT -3
Location City core: Warehouse Time: 05:40 hours
The cry of the dead can be heard all night long. The three survivors slept in shifts. Double checking door locks, window bars, and latches. The dead have a way of finding the ones that are left alive. Most people think its the smell. There are no confirmed reports to back it up. The dark out side looks so deep with most of the power out the once brightly lit city is all but black now.
"Eric wake up, wake up now!" The woman shook the thin man to wake him. Eric- What its not my shift yet. "Some one has opened the back door! shh we have to all go together to close it. One of them might have gotten in Eric come on!" Other man- Sara clam down. Eric she is right we need to hurry up and close the door. Eric- OK, lets go we have to stay close together.
As the small group stood from the corner of the room a small crack was herd. Everyone froze. The stench was starting to set in.
------------------------------------- A dark figure stands in the shadows of a office building. The late night has been calm.The figure steps out to the street. A scream cuts the silent night. Its only a block away. Walking quickly from car to car Sam See's a small group of undead standing by a warehouse. Only a half block from there Sam dose an ammo check. " Three mags left and no support. There is only four I might be able to do this quick." Standing tall Sam looks over the street at the next cross street. Empty so it looks. Running at a full sprint Sam Crashes the but of his M4 into the first zombie dropping it on the spot. As the others turn from the door way Sam See's he is to late. There must be six or seven more inside. Wheeling around Sam is looking face to face with the next zombie. Thrusting the M4 up he sends his bayonet up into the zombies jaw. With a solid jerk the sound of another zombie falling is meet with the explosive blast from the rifle.
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more to come.
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Post by Experiment 9 on Jul 7, 2009 2:45:11 GMT -3
In side the warehouse the woman is sitting on top of a few lockers. The zombies had come in alright, they came in a pack.
There were so many that Sara had not the time or the ability to count them. As the group stood the undead with its stinking flesh started in the room. The two men try ed to fight the zombies off. Eric was the first victim. He try ed to slam the door, but as he closed it one of them stuck there leg in the crack. Giving them time to push it open. Eric was ripped apart in only a few seconds. The other man Was attacked as he helped the woman up the lockers. A scream was let out by her as the zombies pulled him down.
Sara was standing at the back of the lockers. The zombies had just finished eating there last meal. From out side the door came the sound of the god Zeus's hammer striking the earth. Had some one come to save her. She was not sure the zombies under her feet did not care about that. They were looking to get there next meal out of her.
Sara-" HELP!! I'M STILL IN HERE!"
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Blasting the zombie Sam unloads five or six shoots before it goes down. The woman screamed. Sam-" Give me a second OK" he shouted. Leveling the M4 Sam pumps the rest of the 30 round mag into the crowed of undead flesh. The moaning corpses are shredded into peaces.
Slapping in a fresh mag Sam runs to the lockers. He reaches up and helps the woman down. Stepping over the dead Sam asked the woman. " Whats your name?" As she starts to reply the woman is pulled to the floor in one swift jerk.
Sam didn't even see what happened. All he heard was the cry out. As he spun to the room he found the woman on the floor. A zombie had crawled up. It had pulled her down then ripped out her throat. If she had a name Sam never got an answer out of her. Putting two rounds in the zombies head it stoped its feast. The woman lay mouth open in horror never to scream again.
Cleaning his self off Sam looked out into the street. Seeing more undead on the move. Sam knew it was all the gun fire. There dead, but there still have some brains. He moved into the street. Under what was left of the night he ran to the next corner. His radio hissed out some static. Support must be close.
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Post by Experiment 9 on Jul 7, 2009 12:22:45 GMT -3
Location: Chopper crew Time: 07:30
With the air cutting in and out all around. Jake called over the radio,- " Ground units respond!! Hello is anyone still alive RESPOND" The chopper flu high then low over the city. The back ground of yellow sun light falling over the city was still breath taking. Even if the city is dead. One thing Jake was sure of is that most every one that fast roped in will not make com checks. Jake knows its time to stop at the National guard to pick up the next set of troops.
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Post by Experiment 9 on Jul 7, 2009 19:01:34 GMT -3
Location: Chopper crew Time: 07:45
The helicopter landed at the tare mac on the base.-Pilot " You got 15 minits before we go back up."-Jake " OK I will be right back with the new troops." Steeping out from the chopper Jake ran for the recrute door. The sound of the helicopter was slowly fadding as he pushed in the door.
Down the hall was the room for the FNG'S. Jake opend the door....
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Ryan
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Post by Ryan on Jul 7, 2009 20:09:06 GMT -3
Reception room: Base
time 08:00
As max was standing in the room, a few othe the guys were laffing and joking around. Not Max no he knew what was comming. The Gaurd boys and the volenters were not combat ready. They had no time in the field and were going to get a real wake up call once the chopper got here. Max was lighting his smoke when the door swong open. A Man dressed in a combat uniform walked in.
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Post by Experiment 9 on Jul 8, 2009 19:06:44 GMT -3
OOC- Lets see if we can get one more before going on ok Ryan, if not just tell me and Ill get it going again.
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Post by 13onfridaythe13th on Oct 17, 2009 9:55:41 GMT -3
Location:Germantown Police HQ Time :05:45 hours
Pvt joey dressen was standing ontop of his fortified building two clicks west of the warehouse were he heard gunfire.Joey was once part of the army airborne and was hotdropped to help quaritine the city but after a long time nothing was right he and his squadmates along with some cops fortified the Germantown police station and left a flood light lit on top as a beacon of hope. They are a group known as The ORT or the outbreak response team and they are trying to help save and fortify the city.Joey signaled for the police helicopter on the building to get ready and told his sqaud "we are repelling in and killing as many rot basterds you can see" they responded with "sir yes sir" they loaded upand the helicopter blade4 started to spin oly 10 minutes till they arrived at the warehouse.
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Post by cispratik on Feb 23, 2011 1:29:44 GMT -3
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Post by cispratik on Mar 3, 2011 8:31:48 GMT -3
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Post by neeti on Jul 26, 2011 9:51:59 GMT -3
Well, here’s the great problem of living with the darkness while you "wait" for the dawn to find you. Living in the darkness -- whether it's depression, significant challenges, or an occasional downturn, is like sitting in that movie theater. When you first enter the theater, it’s dark – so dark. But after a while, you can see a little bit. After a while, you can exist there quite comfortably for a while. But that life in the theater is colorless. There’s not enough light to make your life colorful and worth living. Eventually, of course, you figure that out – but altogether too many of us sit there, gazing around, and saying “Hey – I’m just waiting for them to turn the lights on so I can find my way to the exit.” girls pictures
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Post by neeti on Jul 26, 2011 9:55:44 GMT -3
This is one of those improving proverbs that are the stock in trade of the contemporary glut of self-help manuals and talking therapies. The darkest hour has long been used figuratively to mean 'the lowest ebb' and there are many such examples of it in print dating from the late 1700s. The English theologian and historian Thomas Fuller appears to be the first person to commit the notion that 'the darkest hour is just before the dawn' to print. His religious travelogue A Pisgah-Sight Of Palestine And The Confines Thereof, 1650, contains this view: girls pictures
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Post by anijaky on Aug 20, 2011 3:21:28 GMT -3
Here’s the second lie about the "dawn axiom:" You know when you walk into that dark movie theater, it seems extremely dark – you stumble around looking for a seat, occasionally annoying other people. But, eventually your eyes get used to it, and you look around you and say to yourself “Hey – where did all these people come from?” Your eyes gradually get used to the dark, and you can see quite well – after a fashion. But if you look further, you’ll find that the people in the theater don’t seem to have any color in their clothes or their faces – they’re all gray, except for the areas where light reflecting off the motion picture screen hits them and illuminates a patch of color here or there. Still, you can see enough to keep from sitting on the lap of the fat lady in front of you – so you’re all right with it. You could exist there in that room for a while, and be perfectly happy. Well, here’s the great problem of living with the darkness while you "wait" for the dawn to find you. Living in the darkness -- whether it's depression, significant challenges, or an occasional downturn, is like sitting in that movie theater. When you first enter the theater, it’s dark – so dark. But after a while, you can see a little bit. After a while, you can exist there quite comfortably for a while. But that life in the theater is colorless. There’s not enough light to make your life colorful and worth living. Eventually, of course, you figure that out – but altogether too many of us sit there, gazing around, and saying “Hey – I’m just waiting for them to turn the lights on so I can find my way to the exit.” funny photos
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Post by jasminewilson on Mar 16, 2012 6:37:41 GMT -3
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