Immortal Medical: Chronicles

Himros · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Himros** on Sat Oct 06, 2007 12:01 am

"The Military Barracks here should be pretty easy to defend, with pre-packed rations, water and plumbing. The Olny issue there is it's all the way across the city." Anarak said to the half Drunk IM tech. Months of training hadn't really done much for him, except teach him how to follow orders.

Walter Barrecks · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Walter Barrecks** on Sat Oct 06, 2007 8:26 am

Walter listened to the man "Sounds good, I don't have enough gas to get zhere, so ve might have to bunk up somevhere, but raiding zhat place vould be vorth it. But first..." He pulled a lone gredane off one of the troops. "I'm clearing zhese mozher f******" He jumped down again, fighting off some zombies, with no purpose. He pulled the pin, and threw the nade under several of them, shielding the blast, and shimmied up the rope with speed he has never been able to pull off. A few pieces of sharpnel hit his legs. He ignored it and climbed over the top.

Mikhos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mikhos** on Tue Oct 09, 2007 12:38 pm

"We could go to Arbite Corner P.D." Mikhos suggested. "My buddy Kenneth lived next door, maybe Ken used his Fireman skills to squash some zombies with a fire truck. Getting a heavy cruiser might be a good idea... we could chekc the firestation. One might still have gas." He walked to the edge, wordlessly watching Walter as he nearly killed himself with a grenade. "Anyway, if he survives, we better hope his car has gas. From what I see, the gas stations are basically dead. And all the people fleeing in cars got swarmed, and their car slowly got destroyed and they were killed." He took a drag. It was about the only time he was thinking rationally. Of course the nicotine'd kill him eventually.

Walter Barrecks · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Walter Barrecks** on Tue Oct 09, 2007 6:24 pm

He crawled up, grabbing the the first person on the edge, which happened to be Mikhos "Hey, danke man." He crawled over to his bag, his legs containing sharpnel, making more painful to walk. "Maybe I made a few miscalulazions. Vell, my legs are shit for now. Who vant's to help me pick at mein legs" He said pulling out tweezers, and taking off his pants, leaving him naked from the waist down. Many stared in confusion.
"Vhat, never seen someone bleedz before." He said as he began tracing the spots bleeding, and pulling out metal. Walter was now suffering from blood loss too at the moment. Between bites and and his own f*** ups, he had lost more that pint by now. add that to drunkeness, he looked pretty screwed up.

Axle · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Axle** on Tue Oct 09, 2007 7:30 pm

Alex quietly watched and listened to the various conversations, and the morbid hilarity as Walter blew the shit out of some zombies with a grenade. Alex heeded the call when he asked for someone to help him get the shrapnel out of his legs. He slung his rifle over his shoulder and walked over to him, squatting down beside the other leg where he saw a fairly large bit of shrapnel sticking out. "Walter, I need to use my knife for this one. Be prepared." Alex said as he took out his knife and as gently as he could, used it to dig the shrapnel out. It must've not hurt bad, or Walter could hold the pain well, because he barely flinched as he continued his own shrapnel removal. Alex piped up again to those around him and said, "Yeah, the bunker sounds like a good idea to me. And the firetruck sounds like a good idea, or we could steal my neighbor's truck. American, a Ford F-350. Mother fucker's a tank, and I never liked that wanker anyways.. Probably dead by now besides that, he won't need it." Alex waited to see what the others would think, as he pulled out another small piece of metal, after which he lit up a cigarette.

Walter Barrecks · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Walter Barrecks** on Tue Oct 09, 2007 8:30 pm

Walter was pretty spaced out. He had several bite wounds, punture wounds, and sharpnel in his legs. He was also being stabbed, and skin being lifted, dragging out the metal up and out. Blood was getting all over the place, and all he could think about was octoberfest, and all the women he was with there. He handed Alex his bottle. "Here, I'm over zhe limit a human can endure." He got the final peice out, and made buzzing noise as he pulled it out. "Looks like you vin" He fell backwards, pulling on his pants, passing out.

Mikhos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mikhos** on Wed Oct 10, 2007 7:06 pm

"I sure as hell ain't carrying the bloke." Mikhos said, stomping out his cigarette. "Alright. We take Walter's car as far as it goes. Once it's dead or surrounded we walk to uhm...."
"Alex."
"Alex's neighbour's. If the sod's truck is there and gassed, we might as well either try for the railroad station or keep low in a bunker. If the truck isn't there, we head to the fire station by Arbite P.D."
He counted heads.
"We have too many men. What the hell are we supposed to do? Split up? You've seen the horror movies. Either they stick together and drag each other down or split up and die. But these are Zeds. What strategy would even work?" He sat down again, wracking his mind.

Walter Barrecks · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Walter Barrecks** on Tue Oct 16, 2007 3:01 pm

Walter mumbled in his sleep. " Hey, ....you never wanted to play rough before......now, don't yell, I'll keep my arms tied up...." Walter whoke up, realizing he wasn't in Germany, not with the girl he trained with, but he was aroused, and many people were staring. Almost the same He walked up to Mikhos, who was sitting there, and talking about horro flicks. "Vell, ve need to spilt up. Zhe more people, zhe less supplies, and problems."

Mikhos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mikhos** on Wed Oct 17, 2007 4:26 pm

"Hmm. That makes sense. Who we taking? I think we should grab the kid with the shotgun." Mikhos pointed at Anarak. Possibly the uneasiness of the guy would keep him alive that much longer. "Though anyone else is your pick." He stood up, walking towards the door. "Why don't we give Zack a royal welcome when he comes through the cades?"

Walter Barrecks · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Walter Barrecks** on Wed Oct 17, 2007 4:56 pm

"Yeah, I say we take military, and anyone who knows First Aid, I can do only so much vithout help." He looked around, finding a crowd of men, and three or four girls. Is zhat a girl? Ew "I'm sure if you took a high school class of any kind, ve need vomen, for reproduction afzer all of zhis, and possibly to starve zhe fleshes call. Alzhough, zhis really isn't one of zhose moments. Afzer zhis night, I just vant to sleep. Zhat's a first. Hell, I vouldn't mind teaching zhem First Aid, and maybe ve could get zhem to vear nurse costumes. HAHAHAHAHA"

Mikhos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mikhos** on Thu Oct 18, 2007 3:16 pm

Mikhos looked at the girls. None of them were in any way attractive to him. "Pick 2." He walked down the stairs, several military men falling in behind him. Mikhos informed them, drawing his two guns. Once the entrance lobby was lost, they'd fight them through the checkout lanes. Once that was lost they'd hold them up in the hardware section, getting all large things in the way to slow the zombies. Once that was lost they'd take the insignificant fire escape on the back of the building, and run like hell.

Seemed easy enough.

Walter Barrecks · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Walter Barrecks** on Thu Oct 18, 2007 8:37 pm

Following Mikhos, point back up. "You must have been blinded, and had your vanker jammed in a voodchipper or somezhing. I didn't mean take vomen harder to mate vith zhan zhe undead. I have standards you know." Grabbing a set of throwing knives from the hunting section, he stuck them in his bag. "No, if ve need vomen to reproduce, ve pick girls zhat can make zhe pole stand." He grabbed some mini First Aid Kits from the pharmacy, and pocketed what looked to be 50 vicaden pills. Fun and useful "Vell officer, since ve need to vork as a team, I say ve reintroduce ourselves, you know, before you put a smoke out in mein coat, and I got a DUI. Gutan tag, I'm Valter Barrecks." He put out his hand.

Mikhos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mikhos** on Tue Oct 23, 2007 1:10 pm

Mikhos grinned. There was a chance this bloke was actually possible to befriend.
"I'm Mikhos Rollins, Carnegie Ally PD. Let's get this show on the road, aye?"

The explosion as the barricades fell was immense.

"Open fire!" A red-bearded gunner yelled as he emptied a clip into a few zombies. Two headshots, two zombies. The rest ineffectively went into torsos.

Mikhos blasted away. he tried getting headshots, but his aim was too off while he was retreating, so he changed to firing at the legs. This would slow them down long enough for someone else to either club 'em in the head or shoot.

Walter Barrecks · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Walter Barrecks** on Tue Oct 23, 2007 8:42 pm

Walter jumped as the barricade fell. Watching them pour in wasn't too pretty. He lifted his leg with enough force to kick one's head off. Another grabbed at him, but he clumsly backed away. I knew Master Genra was right about this style, my life is depending on it alright. "Come on dumbcoft, don't just run away-"He grabbed a jumpy Mikhos "-You head to an exit." and pulled him out the door, several men following. One was grabbed and pulled back in by the hoard. Walter kicked the door shut. He led the group to the cars, and jumped in.

Mikhos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mikhos** on Sat Oct 27, 2007 7:07 pm

"Why are we abandoning our plan? " Mikhos asked as the scientist got into the car, nervously looking back at the building. Half of the military group was still on the group. "And why are we abandoning them?"
Predictably pulling out a cigarette, he sat down inside the car.
He light it up, an expecting look on his face.
"Might as well get the fuck out of this bloody hell."

Walter Barrecks · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Walter Barrecks** on Sat Oct 27, 2007 9:06 pm

Walter looked sad for a momment. "I don't like leaving all of zhem either, but ve can feed or survive amoung zhat many people. Ve take who ve have out here, and ozhers ve find along zhe vay, but zhat many from zhe start vould get us all killed."

Mikhos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mikhos** on Tue Oct 30, 2007 12:45 pm

"Well I guess they'd die anyways, huh?" Mikhos asked cynically. "Let's get the hell out then. I don't feel like being zed chow at any point in my life."
Drawing his Jericho, he rolled down the window.
"Probably a bad idea, but shooting through the window and breaking it leaves us in an even worse position. I think."

Walter Barrecks · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Walter Barrecks** on Tue Oct 30, 2007 1:09 pm

Walter laughed at the thought. "Zhat, and ruining zhis car vhile I'm driving is grounds to be kicked out." He pumped his music, leaving Mikhos to complain.The rest stayed quiet about it. " Hack and slash, fps, my favorite's 3rd person- WHAT THE FUCK?" He said as he crashed the car. He poked his head out the window to see the the letters "PD" .

Mikhos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Mikhos** on Tue Oct 30, 2007 4:53 pm

"The car hated your music so bad it committed suicide. Duh." Mikhos said sardonically, pulling out yet another cigarette. "I hope these kill me before the zombies do," he said, laughing. Lighting it up, he stepped out of the crumpled car. "Yet another crash for me."

He walked several feet meters away from the car, surveying their surroundings.

"Rawl's Walk PD? This is like twenty five minutes from Carnegie Ally."

The familiar groaning up the street had Mikhos with both guns drawn, his arms shaking slightly.

"Get out of the car, guys. Seriously, we have about 15 zombies coming this way."

Walter Barrecks · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Walter Barrecks** on Tue Oct 30, 2007 5:31 pm

Walter used his time wisely. While Mikhos was talking, he went into the PD. "Hey, I found a veapons locker, get in here." He picked up a swat shield. Zhis is perfect. Oh, and zhere's a tazer. OH MY GOD SOME ASS LEFT HIS BOOZE! He grabbed a riot baton too, somehow he managed to drop the knife he found.

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