World War Z

Lueshi · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lueshi** on Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:56 pm

The year is 2012. No one ever thought it could happen....but it did. Some Scientises made a virus called the Solanum virus. It was a virus that was recorded through the ages that made certain year loops. every tim it was created by accentiedly. But this time it was created purposely. It was deployed in every major city of every country, it only took 5 months for it o spread to most human life. And it did what people thought it could onbly happen in movies. It created Zombies. Now its June 21st of 2012. The only choices that the remaining humans aliving can make is either keep moving, hold out, or kill them selfs. either way. It will be a pernament dission.

Information on the Solanum Virus.

Solanum works by travelling through the bloodstream, from initial point of entry to the brain. Through means not fully understood, the virus uses the cells of the frontal lobe replication, destorying them in the process. During this period, all bodily functions, cease. By stopping the heart, the infected subject is rendered "dead". The brain, however, remains alive but dormant, while the virus mutates its cells into a completely new organ The most Critcal trait of this new organ is its independence from oxygen. By removing this all important resource, the undead brain can utilize, but is in no way to dependent unpon the complexe support mechanism of the human body. Once mutation is complete, this new organ reanimates the body into a form that bears little resemblance (physiologically speaking) to the orignal corpse. Some bodily functions remain constant, others operate in a modified capacity, and the remainder shut down completely. The new organism is a zombie, a member of the living dead. though tested on animals. It seems to have no effect of reanimation. And currently there is no cure once infected.

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Lueshi · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lueshi** on Tue Jan 22, 2008 1:52 pm

*James sat in the back of his Pick up truck. He found it while he was passing through a small town near New York. It was a nice Ford F 150. He then grabed the radio he had beside him and then clicked the speak button.* Hello, Hello Is any one out there? My Name s James Blackhawk. I need to speak to some one. Please will some one respond. *james then sighed and then put the radio down. he had been doing that for the past 3 weeks. ever since every thing went quiet. He sat up and looked around. He was on main street of New York not to special about it right now. He went and grabed his 30.30 near the back of the Bed of the truck and then jumped down. And then Climbed in to the truck and turned it on. He looked at the gas tank indcator and it was nearing the half tank he need to find a gas station and a grocey store. He then looked in his rearview mirro and saw a couple of Zombie come out of the ally way as he started to drive away. Well at least they werent people he knew.*

NewArthur · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **NewArthur** on Tue Jan 22, 2008 4:45 pm

Chris moved slowly down the alleyway, his Barrett .50 'Light Fifty' sniper rifle aimed in front of him. He could hear the noise of movement coming from ahead what it was he didn't know, if it was human or one of the infected, New York had been over run with them and not many had escaped infection. Chris Inched forward moving to the corner of the building he looked round, quickly bringing his head back into cover.

Two zombies or what ever they were moved around in the open street. Opposite him stood a half open door, slinging his rifle over his shoulder he lifted his Heckler & Koch MP5 from were it hung around his chest and moved to the door quietly he open it and slipped inside. The room he entered was pitch black and so he turned his flash light on scanning the room, deserted, he had moved into the storage area of an Italian restaurant.

Everything in the pantry had gone off rotting vegetables lay disused on the floor, and on shelfs, pasta and bread mold growing upon them scattered everywhere. Chris moved on moving into the restaurant dinner area, the big windows splashed the room with color, food laid scattered and deserted on tables. Chris moved through the tables, his weapon still raised a window smashed had traces of blood around one edge like something had smashed its way in or out.

Hutch · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Hutch** on Wed Jan 23, 2008 4:45 pm

Jenkins crouched in the kitchen of the Italian Restaurant. Searching through cabinet to find any thing of value, such had been his life for weeks since everything died down, no more broadcasts, no more messages nothing but silence.

It was not the first time he thought he was the only one left still unharmed. Clang... Jenkins heart skipped a beat, they couldn't have found him already it had only been ten minutes since he entered the restaurant. They would find you but not until at least a hour had past, he knew form experience. He gripped the 9mm he had stolen from a cops body even tighter, before he stood up from a crouch pointing the gun out in front of him. The sound had came from the dining area.

His mind racing he walked out into the area, a bloody window... nothing.... Wait! There! He told him self seeing a human like figure move in the shadows, it did not seem like the infected, it seemed to move almost human like, no lurching no falling. Or stumbling. "H-...Hello? Any one there?" If the figure did not respond he would shoot. They could not talk.

NewArthur · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **NewArthur** on Wed Jan 23, 2008 5:35 pm

Chris moved through the dinning area of the keeping his eye on the street outside and the broken window, he didn't want to be here when they came. Chris was too busy watching the street outside that he didn't notice the tray laying on the floor, 'Clang' he walked straight into it.

Chris froze, how could he be so careless, five years of army training then the two years of SAS training he should of learnt not to make such rookie mistakes, these infected could pick up the most smallest of noises. He stood in stock still ears straining to hear, any sound of movement.

"H-...Hello? Any one there?" came a voice from the direction of the kitchens.

Chris turned "Freeze" he said loudly "Move out slowly with your hands in the air, Identifie yourself" Chris stood Heckler & Koch MP5 aimed in the direction of the voice.

DJAtomika · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DJAtomika** on Wed Jan 23, 2008 10:11 pm

Oh great, more noise...

Ed stood up, waking from slumber in the storeroom of the diner. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and drank a sip from his bottle. Then he heard voices.

"Freeze! Move out slowly with your hands in the air! Identify yourself!" The voices came from outside, in the kitchen area of the diner.

Great... Ed picked up his machete, dry blood staining the shiny metal a filthy brown. He slowly opened the door of the storeroom, keeping an eye out not to topple over anything or make any sounds that might give away his location. From his past 5 months battling the undead he had learned not to make any unnecessary sounds that might give him away to the zombies that lurched through the streets.

Outside, he found a policeman with a H&K MP5 Submachinegun pointed at another fellow, standing with his hands in the air.

Hm. Seems to be human. Or another mutation of this already hell-forsaken virus...

Ed kept in hiding, keeping the storeroom door open a little to keep an eye on the situation.

Lueshi · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lueshi** on Thu Jan 24, 2008 10:17 am

*James was driving along when he looked out of the right side of his truck and saw Some guy holding a assult rilfe towards something. Maybe Zombies. So James Stopped the truck, pulled the key out of the ignation and got out. he then climbed in to the back of the truck and then pulled his 30.30 up to aim towards the Police guy. if he was police.* OI!!!! GET OVER HERE I WILL COVER YOU!!!!! *he then held the 30.30 rilfe tighter hopeing that the guy heard him. then he heard movement to his right he looked to his right and saw a horde of Zombies. maybe 30 or 50 of them. he quickly got up and started shooting at them. He watched as 3 of the 5 shots he took connected with the heads of them bit the other two hit them in the body, He then started to reload. hoping that if that there are any other surivors in that building that guy was in would be ok but he then yelled out to make sure.* ANY ONE ESLE IN THAT BUILDING HURRY UP AND GET MOVING!!!! WE HAVE ALOT OF ZOMBIES COMING!!!!!! HURRY!!!!!!!!!!! *he then hopoed to god that they would hurry up and move it out.*

NewArthur · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **NewArthur** on Thu Jan 24, 2008 11:15 am

"OI!!!! GET OVER HERE I WILL COVER YOU!!!!!" Chris heard a shout from outside turning he saw a man standing on the back of a pick up truck.

"You move quickly run to that truck i will be right behind you now go" Chris said to the man who came from the kitchens, turning he saw the half open door of what must be the storeroom, "ill check this place for more survivors, if i am not there when they get to close leave me"

Chris moved quickly towards the half open door he reached out his hand and pulled the door open. Jumping back with fright when he saw the boy crouching down, "Christ boy you scared me" Chris exclaimed

Chris offered his hand to the boy, "Come on Kid we have to get out of here"

DJAtomika · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DJAtomika** on Fri Jan 25, 2008 5:46 am

'For your info, I ain't no kid.'

Ed stood up, still holding his machete in his hand.

'Name's Ed. I'll go with ya'll, if that's what you want.'

Hutch · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Hutch** on Fri Jan 25, 2008 6:30 pm

Jenkins did not need to be told twice, he could hear them. Even with out the mans shout from outside, he would have known they were coming, they let off a horrible stench that almost made Jenkins want to vomit. And the moans were a dead sign as well, moans for him, moans for anything alive.

Jenkins darted out into the street, almost falling over in awe. He started to run, no where particular but away from them. He spotted the man in his pick up not far off. Firing a hunting rifle into the crowd approaching, despite himself, Jenkins crouched into a firing crouch and fired a few rounds in the crowd. He jumped in the back of the pick up saying "Jesus, no survivors but in just a day three..." Maybe my wife is still okay.." he silently thought. Leaning over the side shooting one more round into the crowd, deciding he may need the ammo later.

NewArthur · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **NewArthur** on Fri Jan 25, 2008 7:53 pm

"Okey, your not a kid, but we do need to get out of here" Chris said moving towards the broken window, and out into the sunlit street. The gun fire from the man in the truck, hitting the infected. Chris moved quickly lifting his Heckler & Koch MP5 and firing shots with deadly accuracy, each shot finding its mark, the infected dropping with each shot.

"Come on Ed move yourself, on the double" Chris shouted "Get that truck started, ill give you cover till everyone is in"

Chris moved and stopped a few meters from the truck still firing shots into the crowd of infected.

DJAtomika · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DJAtomika** on Sat Jan 26, 2008 9:08 am

'Right, right. I'll get right on it.'

Ed ran towards the truck, steering clear of the guy in the bed blasting away at the zombies lurching for their blood.

He just about reached the side when he heard a squawk coming from above him. Looking up, he found a zombie crow diving at him, sharp beak aimed at his eye. Ed brought his machete up in an arc, flat of the blade swatting the crow aside and breaking its neck. He then jumped up onto the side of the truck and clambered onto the bed. He then proceeded to slash away at zombies approaching his side of the truck.

weaselboy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **weaselboy** on Sat Jan 26, 2008 2:30 pm

Karl was rummaging through the remains of a hardware store when the gunfire started. Close.

It was a decent haul for an already trashed store. He got some good nylon rope, a siphon hose and a few cans of spray paint. He was just packing up his haul when a bullet ricochet through the store, shattering the moaning silence of the city.

He pulled his prybar got under cover and yelled out "WHOA WHOA! ALIVE DOWNRANGE!"

Exiting the store and moving from cover to cover, he moved towards the center of the activity, a man with an SMG in a pickup. Shaking his head he thought to himself "You see the weirdest things on the street lately..."

"COMING IN" he yelled as he got closer to the pickup, knocking aside zombies and going for speed rather than taking his time and braining the undead as they truly deserved...

Lueshi · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lueshi** on Sat Jan 26, 2008 3:29 pm

*james looked and saw every one by the truck then he jumped off the back and then climbed in to the driver seat. And put the key in the ignition and then then the truck on. he honked the horn and then looked towards the Police guy and then honked the horn for him to get his ass moving. He would only wait another 2 mintues before he would drive away.*

Hutch · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Hutch** on Sat Jan 26, 2008 3:44 pm

Jenkins reached out a hand to the man runing for the pick up, "Hurry on! Lets go!" He urged. They were close now. Almost upon the truck. Jenkins let off two more rounds, and removed the clip Two rounds left He let out a long string of curses, and then looked over to the Police Officer or at least thats what he was assuming he was and yelled over the gunfire and moans in a shaky voice "Go- Hey Got any more 9 mil rounds?!".

weaselboy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **weaselboy** on Sat Jan 26, 2008 4:01 pm

Karl grabs the hand offered and piles into the back.

"You guys sure know how to stir things up! Gunfire on city streets is like chum in shark-infested water what with the echoing. I don't think I've taken 5 shots this whole week. As for ammo, sorry. I only use 5.56 and .45ACP. I figured I would go with stuff I can pick up off dead army or national guard guys. There was no shortage of the stuff coming down through Yonkers..."

Karl shudders at the memory.

"Thanks for the hand. What are you folks doing hereabouts?"

NewArthur · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **NewArthur** on Sat Jan 26, 2008 11:04 pm

Chris heard the truck start and backed towards it, hitting his back against the truck he clambered abored using the rest of the clip on the infected, "Go Go Go move this truck" he shouted to the driver.

Chris let his army bag drop from his shoulders, hitting the back of the truck with a thud, he had got tired of the fighting of the infected the killing had become to easy for a SAS soldier. trained in warfare.

Hutch · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Hutch** on Sun Jan 27, 2008 2:40 pm

Jenkins hit the cab of the truck's back window with his palm, in a way to say "Get us outta here! NOW!" before he told the newcomer, well they all were to him. Met barley minutes apart. "I have no idea! God damn, any where but here sounds about nice right now!" He said glancing back at the crowd of infected lurching ever closer.

Lueshi · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lueshi** on Mon Jan 28, 2008 3:45 pm

*James heard them yelling him to move the truck. so he did. he put the truck in to gear and drove away. it was until after 10 minutes of driving he realized he need gas. so he pulled in to a gas station and stop the truck. And then he turned it off pulled the igntion key out with him. He then grabed his 30.30 and then reloaded it. He then opened the truck door and looked at every one.* I dont care if you guys tag along with me i really dont. but we need Gas, Water, and Food. So please if you can? *he point to the store arcoss the street and the gas Store itself.* Please find some before we leave. *he then checked his watch and then looked at them* Its 2:43 pm right now. If you guys have watchs we leave here in 10 ok? *he then reached over to the gas put and checked it. he watched as gas came out of the nozzel. He then opend the small door blocking the Gas hole and then he put it in. He started to pump gas watched every one. They all looked like they have been through alot in the past 5 months. he hoped they choose to stay with him instead of going off on their own.*

NewArthur · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **NewArthur** on Mon Jan 28, 2008 5:05 pm

Chris jumped down from the back of the truck, dropping his rifle and Heckler & Koch MP5 on top of his pack. He drew his Sig P226, check his clip for ammo and the sight.

"Ill be hear, just don't go driving off with out me" Chris said over his shoulder as he headed off towards the store across the street. Moving slowly he pushed the door open his pistol aimed in front of him, taking a trolley he began heading down aisles picking up tinned food, and any water bottles he could find always making sure he was safe. He had lasted 5 months and he wasn't going to die now.

Once the trolley was filled he headed back to the truck pushing the trolley ahead of him.

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