ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE!

*** Dictate the rest of this Seemingly lovely day in our zombie apocalyptic fantasy thread***


A cool winters day, as I set up into the sunshine, the breeze hits my face and fresh air flows threw my hair. It was quite nice to step outside, from the dank and dusty brushy mountain state prision. It has been nearly 3 months since our group have gathered inorder to escape the insuing chaos from this zombie apocalypse...

I know what you are thinking "Cliche, isnt it? a group of people gathering in a high security type prision?", well of course its cliche. Because thats what works. Who really thought a zombie apocalypse would ever happen? Well the answer to that question is actually fairly entertaining. A hell of a lot of people, thats who!

As I look out and see the morning watch preparing to switch shifts, I ask for a quick report. Sarge, a former military and gun slinger/marksmen steps down from the birds nest. "Business as usual, everything has remained fairly quiet." he said. "Great, go ahead and grab breakfast. I am fairly certain they have some high protein egg type food cooking in the chow hall." I respond taking his M4 carbine rifle with a eotech scope.

Suddenly I hear a rustle at the gate, then another, and another. I look toward Sarg hand him the rifle back and say "Check it out." Taking the weapon from my hands I turn on my radio and put my ear piece in. I climb up to the top of the Birds nest to get a better look. A group of people, unbitten and apparently uninfected. "Sarge," I call over the radio, "those people are in need of assistance open the gate and let them in, make sure the doc sees them first!" Sarge wheels the gate open allowing the group to enter when a man light skinned and musclar pulls out a .40 calibur H&K P 2000 and points it at him. "My wife is biten and is in need of medical assistance!" he says looking wearily and weak, yet determined to find a cure for his wife! "this man I have here was a scientist for the CDC and believes he can prevent the infection from spreading. We need a room that he can set up a lab, and any equipment that you have." Sarge tensely calls over the radio, nods and allows the man to enter.

***Does it get outta control*** Does Sarge let the mans wife enter?**** Stay tuned......

*** Dictate the rest of this Seemingly lovely day in our zombie apocalyptic fantasy thread***


A cool winters day, as I set up into the sunshine, the breeze hits my face and fresh air flows threw my hair. It was quite nice to step outside, from the dank and dusty brushy mountain state prision. It has been nearly 3 months since our group have gathered inorder to escape the insuing chaos from this zombie apocalypse...

I know what you are thinking "Cliche, isnt it? a group of people gathering in a high security type prision?", well of course its cliche. Because thats what works. Who really thought a zombie apocalypse would ever happen? Well the answer to that question is actually fairly entertaining. A hell of a lot of people, thats who!

As I look out and see the morning watch preparing to switch shifts, I ask for a quick report. Sarge, a former military and gun slinger/marksmen steps down from the birds nest. "Business as usual, everything has remained fairly quiet." he said. "Great, go ahead and grab breakfast. I am fairly certain they have some high protein egg type food cooking in the chow hall." I respond taking his M4 carbine rifle with a eotech scope.

Suddenly I hear a rustle at the gate, then another, and another. I look toward Sarg hand him the rifle back and say "Check it out." Taking the weapon from my hands I turn on my radio and put my ear piece in. I climb up to the top of the Birds nest to get a better look. A group of people, unbitten and apparently uninfected. "Sarge," I call over the radio, "those people are in need of assistance open the gate and let them in, make sure the doc sees them first!" Sarge wheels the gate open allowing the group to enter when a man light skinned and musclar pulls out a .40 calibur H&K P 2000 and points it at him. "My wife is biten and is in need of medical assistance!" he says looking wearily and weak, yet determined to find a cure for his wife! "this man I have here was a scientist for the CDC and believes he can prevent the infection from spreading. We need a room that he can set up a lab, and any equipment that you have." Sarge tensely calls over the radio, nods and allows the man to enter.

***Does it get outta control*** Does Sarge let the mans wife enter?**** Stay tuned......

After realizing I had little choice but to let the guy and his wife in, I stepped a few paces back and motioned them on in. As they were walking in, I signaled my squad and the newcomers were ambushed, disarmed, and stripped down. after which, I initiated full quarantine procedures for all newcomers, and I segregated them in to individual holding facilities. My rationale is this, one Zed is easy, 5 Z's are tough. Knowing that the infection only takes a few days to set in and fully take over a healthy person I order 24 hour guards at every holding cell. They know what to do if the need should come up. I decide to guard the infected woman personally. I know one bite can cause a pandemic, this can not happen here. She is locked in a 6x6 utility closet, with nothing but a few bottles of water, and an MRE. Tough conditions? Maybe, but this isn't day camp. I get a wooden chair, Turn it around, and have a seat. I pull out my My model 1954 Colt .45, and lay it in my lap at the ready. I am in for a long couple of days.


****What happens?***** Is there a cure?********

The next few days seemed long and hectic, the man whose wife turned out to be infected was an ex navy seal from San Diego, California named Jake. Clearly skilled in combat and tactical situations, he was part of the strike team that was to inflitrate the CDC building in San Diego and bring this scienetist who was supposedly the lead expert in viral and bacterial infections and the fore runner on the actual experiment that went wrong. After recieving his orders Jake full filled his mission to great effect. Returning to base only to find that a huge out break had occured. Most of the base laid in ruins. While fires burned and the stench of decay and rotting flesh blew through the air, he could think of only one thing.

His dear wife had been moved to the base to prevent this very situation from occuring. She was 3 months pregnant and not yet showing. Knowing what this scienetist was capable of Jake nearly lost his cool, pulls his gun from its holster and points it right at the scienetists head. "Tell me you can fix her!" Jake said stone faced with a voice so cold the shear mutter of his words made the scienetist shiver. "Of course, but we need to get to a secure area first."

After several hours of planning and scanning the air waves, he came across our Emergency broad cast.

**If you are listening to this, and can understand it, My name is Mathius Alexander Porta... I have gathered supplies, weapons and have a group of people living with me in the Brushy Mountain State Prision, Tenessee. Its not much but its secure and safe, and has anything you need, including medical supplies and a lab. Gather what supplies you have, what weapons you have, and anyone that isnt infected and approach our gates slowly. For if any of you are infected you will be shot on sight.**

Hearing this, and knowing that it may be the safest location possible, considering the terrain etc they spring into action. Gathering supplies, and anything they feel may be helpful to us, they load up and clear a path to an on base helicopter. It took them 4 hours flight time, but they were able to make it most the way. only actually having to hike about five miles to our gates....

*** Clearly unhappy with how he was disarmed by Sarge and worried for his wife, this stressfull situation seems to hit a boiling point when he realizes that we need actual living infected tissue in order to extract cells to start testing with for the cure.... the only living infected flesh around here just happens to be his wife.***

**In the next installment Sarge and Mathius have to restrain Jack while trying to extract a sample of flesh from his wife... Did we mention the scienetist said it requires about one pound of flesh in order to get enough DNA....***

Fists of fury huh!?! not sure that would effect a decent killing power^^