Realistic or Modern Zombie Apocalypse: Mankind's End?

[FactionParadox]

"Scanning the streets for survivors." A woman spoke over the intercom, a drone with thermal imaging camera's equipped scanning for Survivor's heat signatures, which Zombies failed to have. "Picked up 6 Survivors, instructing them now." She said as she received the conformation from her superior. She used her computer to take control of all the loudspeakers nearby the Survivors. "Attention Survivors, this is the United States Army. Please head towards the Weatherfield Shopping Center on 32nd Street, the access code to get past the doors is 5603, it is now an abandoned Miltary Safe Zone. We cannot reach you, we are importing oil for our helicopter from England, by our calculations the earliest we will be able to rescue you is next week. We will give you directions on what you need to do to survive" A male voice came over the loudspeaker, directing them to the large complex.

 

[DarkHawk267]

"Scanning the streets for survivors." A woman spoke over the intercom, a drone with thermal imaging camera's equipped scanning for Survivor's heat signatures, which Zombies failed to have. "Picked up 6 Survivors, instructing them now." She said as she received the conformation from her superior. She used her computer to take control of all the loudspeakers nearby the Survivors. "Attention Survivors, this is the United States Army. Please head towards the Weatherfield Shopping Center on 32nd Street, the access code to get past the doors is 5603, it is now an abandoned Miltary Safe Zone. We cannot reach you, we are importing oil for our helicopter from England, by our calculations the earliest we will be able to rescue you is next week. We will give you directions on what you need to do to survive" A male voice came over the loudspeaker, directing them to the large complex.

I posted my character in the character sign up. I hope he is good enough!

 

[Flaffel]

Mike would let out a rather long sigh, he himself looking slightly tired. He had two pairs of thick rubber gloves, each one having small traces of blood across them. In his right hand was a long iron pipe, the end of it having quite a bit of blood. He would walk forward slowly, being as sneaky as possible as he made his way towards a single zombie. It was alone in an alley, blocking Mike from a ladder that would lead to the roofs. From there Mike would be able to get his bearings and find a better hiding spot. He would approach behind the small zombie and clear his throat quietly.* Urm... You are in my way... *He would say in a deep and soothing voice. The zombie would turn and prepare to howl, as if aiming to alert nearby hordes that a human was there. But before the zombie could even open it's mouth, a iron pipe would colide with the zombie's head, slinging it against a wall, it's body falling limp to the ground as brain matter would begin leaking out of the massive gash in the side of it's skull. Mike would already clean off his pipe and put it in his home made sling before hopping on the ladder and beginning to climb. He was about half way up the ladder before he heard what sounded to be a helicopter in the distance.* Huh?... What the hell?... *He would whisper to himself as he continued to climb upwards, before finally planting both his boots on the roof of the three story building. He looked up and saw what looked to be a military cargo Helicopter.* Well isn't this just weird. Is this the military coming to help?... *He scratched at his head gently and listened to the loud speaker that seemed to ring out over the entire city. It was rather quick. Then just poof, the helicopter flies off. But what Mike heard after is what truely worried him. A gigantic howl, coming from hundreds upon thousands of zombies. Most were merely hidden away, waiting for something to catch their senses, and that helicopter was definetly the thing they were waiting for. Mike would file slightly as he reached to his back along and drew his lever action .30.30 calibur Winchester. He would walk towards the edge and crouch down, peering over the edge of the tall brick building to merely gaze in not only fear, but slight awe. The street was covered in zombies, each one seeming to be on the prowl, not a single one stumbling aimlessly. Mike would step back and sit down, ensuring he was out of site before whispering to himself. He knew the zombies wouldn't hear him past their own constant mummbles and growls.* Alright... I am on the opposite side of town when it comes to the safe zone... Thanks to that military helicopter... How am I gonna get around those zombies... *He would say quietly as he peered over the roof again, looking down across the road before his eyes caught a sewer plate. It wouldn't take long for a sly smile to slip across the male's lips.* Ah... Time to go under enemy lines.. Just like they did in World War I...

 

[DarkHawk267]

Axel was seated in the damp corner of a room. Light shining through bars by the ceiling was the only way to see. The door to his right barred closed from his side. Not to keep something out, but to keep something in... Blood crept its way towards Axel's shoes, he stayed seated in the corner, his hoodie pulled down over his head so you could only see a shade over his face. In front of him lied two survivors, they were both hulled up in the basement he was in now. The two knives protruding out from their abdominal cavities. One was a woman, age around 34 with long slices on her femoral artery and her aorta. The man, most likely her son, was about 21. His jugular sliced open and the beautiful color of crimson made to shine in the light. "More... More... More... More... More..." He repeats to himself quietly before being interrupted by the searing sound of a helicopter passing by. Hoping to get a glimpse he rushes to the barred windows of the basement, soaking his shoes with blood, and looking up towards the sky. Sure enough, the helicopter passes over one of the building across the street. And on top of it? A man standing with a heavy looking handgun. Axel grins largely and psychotically, yet calms himself. "No... I must ration the kills.." He looks around one more time before covering his ears from the screeches of hoards of zombies. The basement led the sound to echo witch only made it worse. He looked at all of the zombies staring to gather after the helicopter. "Tsk, how will I get to him now?..." Axel says quietly before tuning around and pulling out both of his knives from the human bodies. "I've got to find a way.."

 

[BloodThunder27]

Tiffany would awaken inside her Car. How long was she out? Last thing she remembered was trying to get away from a large horde of Infected by hotwiring a Sports Car. However, she ended up crashing into a Light Pole after swerving in order to dodge an oncoming Freight Truck. She was knocked out by the crash. Amazingly, neither her or the baby were seriously injured in the crash, but her ride was badly damaged. Besides fires in trashcans, a couple of abandoned cars and maybe a few random ones on the ground because of gasoline leaks, the block that she was on was pretty much dead. All the Infected were probably elsewhere. If they were so numerous, why weren't there any trying to get to her. Tiffany had best be careful, thanks to her inability to run. She broke out of her Car, albeit it was a bit tough. Only injuries she had was that cut on her forehead. From what she could tell, her baby was doing fine. She looked inside an Abandoned Police Cruiser to see if she could find something to defend herself with. All she could find inside was a Shotgun sitting in the front seat. Unable to find any extra ammunition, seeing that the car has been looted completely of that, Tiffany would then begin walking towards a back ally. She started climbing up a Fire Escape, since staying above Ground Level was the better idea compared to traveling down there. After all, not very many infected would find their way up to the Rooftops. While sitting down to take a break, she saw a Military Helicopter fly overhead. She attempted to wave it down, but it wasn't like the Pilot could hear her over the loud rotators. She sighed before noticing a horde of infected walking down the street. Guess she made a good call going to the rooftops. When she sat down against the wall, Tiffany took a deep breath. "Guess its just you and me, hmmm?" She asked, talking to her unborn child. She had a lot of doubt that her husband was still alive, especially since he was away from home when everything went down the toilet. Hopefully she could get to Manhattan Island soon, otherwise, her child wouldn't get a chance at life. But bringing a child into this world...Was not something she was so sure about. As she looked up at the sky, she began wondering...if she would encounter any friendly faces anytime soon. Otherwise, only the baby inside her belly would be the only thing keeping her company.

 

[Flaffel]

(Since no one has posted yet, I will go ahead and post.)


Mike let out a sigh as he stretched and reclined himself on the roof. All he would have to do was wait. But he heard something. It wasn't the roars and growls of the zombies, no. Clink clank clink clank. A repetitive metal-to-shoe sound. He would slowly stand up and begin looking about. He would be Suprised as he saw a women toting a shotgun. She was climbing rather awkwardly towards the top of the building.* Huh... That isn't very common. Another surviver. Wonder if she is friendly or not. *He would slowly walk towards the edge of the building he was on and look down towards the large brick building the female was on. An old shoe shop, the paint on the sign was peeling. He marveled at old structures that stood out of the modern world, like a window to the past. Showing pure man power at it's finest. No need for machines, fancy materials, or even fancy tools. But as Mike was admiring the brick building, he became distracted, letting the girl slip past his vision. He would wait about another minute or two before looking back up.* Huh?... Damn, she went some where... Hmm... *He glanced about and could barely see the top of her head. He needed to get her attention some how. He would smile and let out a soft chuckle before drawing his pipe and holding it t an angle, allowing the sun to bounce off it. About five feet infront of the female would be a small yellow light. Using the sun and his metal pipe like some sort of laser pointer.* Come on... Look over here... *He would whisper to himself as he wiggled the light around and moved it in figure eight patterns, seeming to amuse himself in the process as he fought back gentle chuckles.* Haha... Hey... This is kinda fun...