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Setting: City, 8am in the morning. Zombies are out and walking.
Zombies: Normal Kind- Those just normal walk and etc.
Fast Kind- These are really fast, almost like a cheetah fast.
Fat Kind- These are really fat, they move slow, but watch out if you get close to one they will explode.
Smart Kind- These are really smart, they seem to act like Humans. They use weapons and sometimes even block from being attacked. Plus, they can hear sounds sort of like a dog can hear things really easily.

Humans: There are people out there that just want something or just like to kill zombies and humans. Watch out for these people!
(IF you have any other ideas of what sort of zombies there should be, pm me!)


Sara had been waiting in their little apartment building, or actually it was their hide out away from the Zombies. There were all sorts and the ones that really scared her was the fast moving ones. She looked out the window with a shot gun in her hands. "Brother..where are you!" She whispered to herself as she kept an eye out for any zombies that would come near the place.

It was about 8 in the morning and the sun was just coming up over the horizon. She hadn't seen any other survivors besides her and her brother. But she had a feeling there were more people out there waiting to be helped or something. When she didn't see her brother anywhere, she realized and fell back against the wall beside the window. Being on the second story, helped matters since it was easy to get in and out. "Brother...." She whispered again as she held the shot gun close to her as if it was some sort of plush animal to comfort her.

Remembering her family and wishing she brought her stuff bunny with, that she had since she was a baby, but they left the house in such a rush. They were lucky to have the clothes on their backs. She could hear the groaning and moaning coming from outside as some zombies wandered by without a care. Closing her eyes tightly and placing her hands over her hears, every night hearing those groans and moans made her shiver in fear.

Dave was sitting on the edge of a house, on the other side of the street - likely just out of Sara's view. He cursed as he saw the zombies, they weren't there when he left for his scouting trip. He looked around for a bit, seeing a heavy truck on its side across the road. He could probably use it: if he was fast enough he could get a running jump to the ledge on the other side.

Dave thought about his options and decided to go for it. As quiet as he could be, he dropped down on a balcony below him, got onto the edge, and made a simple jump away from the Building. He managed to touchdown with both feet at the same time, and his knees went along with the jump, causing little sound to emerge from the truck. He started running, and before the zombies realized their prey was this close to them, he was already climbing the next building and onto the roof. Another running jump and he was back on their hideout.

He sighed deeply and knocked five timess on the wooden board that covered a hole in the roof, signaling he was there, then pushed it aside and dropped himself into the same room Sara was.

From the smoking wreckage of a Chimera transport tank, stood three people. Three survivors of what was probably hundreds of thousands of soldiers fighting to irradiate the infected. Now all that you could see for miles around was carnage. Bloody, dense carnage. Zombies stalked the landscape, making the eerie noises that they do, and threatening to kill those three survivors.

The first to get up was Vladimir, dressed in a trench coat that went down to his feet. It was black, with gold epaulets on the shoulders, dangling about and covering up the entire shoulder top like the ceremonial ones did. On the inside of the coat was a dark reddish color, but rarely ever shown. On his right arm was an armband with the two crossed hammers on it, denoting country. He had black pants, which were tucked into black combat boots. On his waist was a pistol, and a sword. He wore a black pointed cap on top with a golden eagle on it.

The other two wore brown trench coats, brown pants tucked into black boots, dark green combat armor on the front and shoulders, and a dark green helmet with a small eagle imprinted onto it. Instead of combat goggles, or anything at all, they wore a gas mask, which hid their emotions and made them seem like ruthless killers, which they were.

Vladimir looked out of the commanders cupola of the tank, and scanned the landscape, searching for a way out. Too many of the dead blocked his way from this tank, to an escape route, and he had only two other people with him. Sucicide mission, it seemed. But he had to get out.

Up ontop of the many buildings in the small town scurried a young girl wearing a pair of black shorts and a white tanktop with a brown long sleeve coat. she also wore a pair of black combat boots in which she held two knives in each. on her waist she carried two pistols and several back up rounds, on her back she had equipped two twin katanna swords.

she jumped from roof to roof avoiding the zombies below. her short red hair bouncing against her neck and bandanna she had tied around her mouth as she ran. at one point she stopped and watch one man jumped onto a overturned truck and proceeded to climb a building. the girl thought a moments before removing the backpack she carried and sat it down on the roof.

she then started to rummage through the bag untill she found a small mirror that she used to reflect the sunlight through the window of the small room in hopes of grabbing someones attention. its been so long since shes met an actual living person that anyone would suffice right now.

What ever silence these survivors had had was suddenly broken when an explosion went off in the middle of the street, dismembering several zekes. Half a second later a rolling grenade blew up a little bit farther down the street, towards an overpass. From the shadows rose a large, burly, masked man with equipment all over. He was yelling loud enough to frighten the birds away.

The zombie groans halted for a second. Then, noticing their possible breakfast, turned to the insane man and charged him. They were met with blasts from his 12-gauge shotgun, more grenades, some pistol fire, and one could swear they saw a firework go off. As he bashed, crushed, pelted, blew up, and tore up zombies, anyone who listened enough, or was close to the man, would hear him humming 'Rudolf the red nose reindeer' all the while.

As they converged on him, they started to overpower the man, so he climbed on top of a truck, making his stand there. The rest of the area was clear of zekes as they all swarmed him. The insane, shotgun wielding man was able to currently hold the zombies in check, but he didn't see the large, bloated zombie coming up around the other side.

That loud noise was the distraction Vladimir needed so desperately. It attracted the dozens, perhaps hundreds of undead in the area, and put them all in one spot for them to destroy. That was, if they wanted to. Right now, they needed to just escape alive. One by one, the two surviving soldiers woke up, slowly at first, but then they got up. No one could see their faces, for it was blocked by a gas mask. Not even the eyes could be seen through the glass.

"Get ready to go. Grab the machine guns that are lying around, and pocket whatever ammunition you can find. We have to go, and now. I think the time is right," Vladimir ordered finally, and the men nodded, saying Sir Yes Sir through their masks. It sounded low and a little digitalized, but still human.

Vladimir jumped up, out of the Chimera tank, and into the carnage. He looked around, seeing less and less of the undead. And he took great advantage of it. The two soldiers followed him, grabbing ammunition piles, and two machine guns.

Vlad and the troops escaped, and climbed to the top of one of the buildings. There, he pulled out binoculars, and stared. This crazy man looked like one of his, but he knew that he wasn't. Too insane. But then again, might be a Penal Legionnaire. Naw. But still, there was a fat one coming up behind.

"Pink out that fat walker and kill him, sergeant. I want a head shot," Vladimir ordered, and pointed it out. The Death Korpsman aimed, and fired.

Sara jumped slightly when she heard the knocks coming from the roof. But she relaxed when she noticed it was her brother's signal that it was him. Putting her shot gun down, just as she saw Dave come through their secret opening. She rushed over to him and gave him a warm hug, "Brother! I'm so glad you are here!" She looks up at him with a big warm smile. "You had me worried!" Just as she said that, she heard loud explosions coming from outside.

The zombies that were close to their hide out started to make their way towards the sound. "Now whats going on?" She asked as she rushed over to the window. The young girl couldn't see anything but she did see the smoke of where the explosion and the fire was coming from. "Brother, do you think its more people? Or could it be those crazy people that will kill anything, even us, to get what they want?" A worried look upon her face as she looks to her brother. All the night they had been running away, they have met mostly those people that will kill other humans cause they either felt like it or they wanted what Sara and her brother had. They were happy that they found this place and no one inside of it.

misa whipped her head to look at the commotion on the ground below her "crazy idiot" she said to herself as she stood up and grabbed her back pack. she then proceeded to jump some more buildings until she stopped just a parking lot away from where the man had disappeared into, and no with all the walkers distracted she called out to the young girl starring out the window "Hey!" she called out in hopes the girl could hear her over the explosions. " any room for me up there"

Dave hugged his sister back tightly. "You worry way too much, Sara." He smiled nonetheless and kissed her forehead, like he had done all their lives.

The loud, sudden commotion caused him to duck down instinctively, taking Sare with him. He then saw the light reflecting on the wall
"What the hell?" H then walked over to the window, seeing another girl there.
"What do you think, sis?" he asked.

(short reply, got limited characters on psp. pc replies will be longer.)

Sara was about to say something to her brother when she could hear a faint sound coming from below them. She looked over and outside the window to see someone calling to her. Waving to her, to show that she actually heard the girl. Then her attention went to her brother, "Brother, bring the rope over here. I think this girl needs help! And I don't know about that but do you think we should help them?" She actually just wanted to stay put and not get into any more zombie fights. But she would listen to her brother, no matter what his choices were.

Dave was torn. He'd seen from afar not too long ago how a well-fortified group of survivors had been killed by bandits with a similar tactic: sending in an innocent person.
"Fine, we'll help, but keep an eye on her while she's with us." he replied. He chose not to say why he was being cautious of the girl. If Sara wanted to know, he knew she'd ask. He ran into the other room and got a strong rope they'd found and tied it to a stairwell next to them. He then proceeded back to the window, throwing the rope out into the street. "Get up fast, you ain't got much time!"

misa looked at the rope a moent before chuckling " oh i don't need a rope" she called as she back up and bit. she then proceeded to run and jump off the building to a window ledge right below the window dave and sara looked out of. misa the jumped up and grabbed onto theirledgeand easily flipped herself up and over onto the ledge " hi" she said with a sweet smile " im misaki tao , but you can call me misa" she said as she held out a hand waiting for one of them to shake it.

"Sir, I think we killed the bugger," The Korpsman next to Vladimir said. He nodded, and looked around. There were more coming. He could see other survivors around the area, and knew that to get them out would be a good idea. They just might be able to help them survive, after all. Vladimir gathered them around, and pointed downwards.

"We're going to get down, and we're going to beat the shit out of them with machine guns. Is that clear? Sergeant, cover us as we move. Lay down suppressing, accurate fire. Private, follow me," Vladimir ordered, and got out his machine gun, and loaded it. Over 100 rounds each of them carried, and most of it in the clip they were using. Each one grabbed the handle over the barrel, and the trigger. "Ready? Move!"

From the doorway, they targeted, and fired, walking forward. Machine gun rounds ripped through the air, blasting apart the inhuman flesh and built a wall of molten lead. They were both calm and orderly, moving slowly, but with purpose.

Dave got his first surprise of the day when Misaki jumped up to their floor, of which he was pretty sure that he just witnessed the highest jump he'd ever seen a human make. "What... I.." he shook his head and pulled the rope back in, leaving Sara to talk to the girl for now.

His second surprise came when he heard 2 or maybe 3 machine guns tear up the silence outside. He rushed to the window and looked out, noticing three men in uniforms shooting their way through the horde.
"Are they freaking insane!?" he almost yelled. "They'll bring the entire city down on us!"

The zekes fell left and right and Ricin made his stand on the hood of the truck. As the rounds tore into the horde he changed his humming and started 'for he's a jolly good fellow'. The insane, shotgun bearing, black coat wearing man hopped off the hood when the last zombie fell, beating a crawler with a pair of numb-chucks he produced from under the coat. The undead fell and he leaned against the car, recovering his breath as he munched on a candy bar. Ricin looked up at the soldiers and waved a bloodied hand.

Vladimir saw the man, and waved his hand back, reloading the gun and putting it on his back. He and his soldier walked up to him, looking around. They did a pretty good job here. Many walkers dead, not a single human gone. He walked up to Ricin and held out his hand. "My name is Vladimir. Yours?"

The man shook the hand with a strong grip. "Call me Ricin!" He said. Wether Ricin made eye contact or not nobody could know for his lenses were reflecting the outside world and a crack covered the left lens. No skin actually showed on the man, it was either covered by a jacket, shirt, gloves, wrappings, or thick pants and boots.

(this isn't dying already is it?)
(edit: nevermind, pc screwed up and didn't show reply, go on :p)

"Ricin. Interesting name. Won't bother asking your real one, but Im gonna guess you hide it for a reason. Any reason you're still alive?" Vladimir asked, and looked around. The reason he and his men were alive was because they were naturally immune to the effects of the disease. That, and they sort of created it, so they knew how it worked. To a certain extent, that was. Very... Very confusing thing.

((I'm so sorry! My comp has been acting weird lately. So, I haven't got a chance to post that much. Don't worry, I'm back now.))

Sara was also surprised to see how this girl could move. 'She can move just like my brother can.' She thought to herself when the girl introduced herself to them. "I'm Sara Jameson..and that's my brother, Dave." She was about to ask something when she over heard her brother scream out about some people doing things. Running over to the window to try and see what was going on and saw the same thing. She looks over to her brother, "Brother, we need to go! Those zombies are not going to stop coming! We have to move!" After finishing her sentence, she glared down at the men carrying on with killing the zombies, "Idiots."