Mystic Zombie Infection

Marcus was slightly bafled by the fact that this Ranger was treating him with such disrespect, shows how far service goes. He didn't notice the aircraft but his weapon wasn't loaded, it was hard to legally obtain his rifle ammo in this state due to its caliber, but he did manage to collect a few, however they were in the box of his truck in a crate, next to his case. He hadn't even had his rifle out, carefully he exited his vehicle and grabbed his case and set it down about six or seven feet from him, as well as the ammunition. Marcus lit up another cigarette and grabbed the comm, "I am about two miles North-East of the City, near the intersection of Hudson road." Marcus got out of his truck after his communication and stood against it, a foot set against the side of the door and an arm across his chest.

The communications device was typically for a situation like this one, being stuck or lost he could be able to get assistance, as well he could contact the military for any reason. None the less Marcus waited, having some relaxing jazz blaring so that if anyone couldn't see him, they could hear him. Not very loudly, but loud enough to be caught by a strong ear. Marcus grabbed his dog tags and threw them on and a pair of shades as well. The only weapons that was on Marcus' person was an army pocket knife, but what kind of damage could he do with that. He stood there patiently, listening to his music, awaiting for the troops to arrive.

The Sergeant looked over at Juzzo. "You look great," he said, then poked his head out the window. He looked at the soldiers behind him and motioned for them to get mounted. They did, and the convoy set off, approaching Wolfe's location.
Within about 30 minutes they arrived. The Humvees fanned out slightly when they arrived, the 50. gunners on each pointing their massive machine guns at Wolfe. Kevin hopped out with a few others, and they all flicked off their safety switches, a final 'Don't do anything stupid' warning. They approached, getting to about 3 feet away when Kevin said "So, what were you doing outside of the city? Like, how'd ya pass the checkpoints?" Kevin stopped and awaited a response. "Here, talk and walk buddy. Get in the back of the first Humvee, and ill listen to you as you get in and as we get you to a bunker." Kevin walked back to the Humvee with him, and upon getting in, looked over at Juzzo. "So, we drop this dude off, and we go to the FOB. Sound like a plan?" He said, then turning the Humvee on and getting back into the convoy, which proceeded to head to the nearest bunker, an hour and a half drive away.

Juzzo smiled in appreciation when Kevin more or less acknowledged her work. But as he burst into an unexplainable rage, hitting the dashboard, Juzzo couldn't help but flinch in surprise.

The thoughtful redhead listened in to the conversation over the radio Kevin was having.... she didn't like the sound of this new guy either. When they arrived, she had a good eyeful of the newcomer. Someone she didn't know...

"....Sound like a plan?" Juzzo lifted her head to face Kevin. She nodded "yes, sure." She spoke a little too forcefully. She didn't like the idea of bein with someone she didn't know at all.

Kevin stopped at a stop sign and looked over at Juzzo. "So, what are you gonna do when we get to the FOB?" he said and continued down the road.
Meanwhile, in the sky, the jets were catching up, having broken the sound barrier too. One jet let off a cannon burst, missing Sevio mostly. But one stray bullet landed itself in his lower right leg. It was nothing like the movies, where his leg explodes from his body, but it sure was bloody. A bit of muscle got blown out, but the bullet only left a penny sized hole in his leg, about 1/2 of an inch deep. Other than that there was the burning sensation that spread up his leg.
The damage wasn't severe, and was fixable, but was, for the time being, crippling.

Marcus watched as several vehicles approached him, he knew from the conversation through the Radio that he would not be greeted very welcomingly, but he had hoped for some courtesy. In a moments notice he was rushed into the back of the Humvee, he clenched his jaw having his hands raised to the clouds, "I was just gunna do a little huntin', didn't notice the big rocket til I got stuck, an' the checkpoints I ain't to sure about." A smirk grew on the side of his face, but it was quickly retained. Although Marcus didn't enjoy violence that much he had to start a bit of a riot near the checkpoint, it broke his wallet but it got him out of the city, and that was what seemed important at the time. However looking upon his situation now, Marcus' was beginning to regret leaving.

As he sat down, Marcus idly pointed a thumb to his gun case and ammunition, "Would you mind if you took my case and ammo with us. Kinda feel antsy without the thing, keep it in the other truck for all I care, just like to know it ain't out in the wilderness... Or stolen." He tried to bring to attention that a civilian could possibly take the weapon, of which would do much more harm then Marcus having it, at the least he knew how to use it.

Kevin turned around, realizing for the past 30 minutes that he had to ignore the man's gun question.
"Its gonna be picked up by a secondary Ranger Element." was all he said. The guy was clearly getting joy out of annoying them, not knowing that if he continued he would be pulled out of the car and promptly shot for interfering with a military operation.

The man's head rested against the seat before he slipped a cigarette between his lips, however before lighting it up he looked to the ranger. "Mind if I smoke?" He spoke in a very bland tone of voice, at this point he could see he was the at the Mercy of the marines, it had been a fair bit of time since had to wear such a uniform as they had, but his shooting skills were well attuned. Marcus didn't believe in being a bad shot since he had left the Army, got into hunting when he returned in fact.

His cigarette hung from his lips until he received permission from the Ranger, and if he hadn't he would put the smoke back into the pack.

"When I get there, I will lay low for the most part, I do not know how they will welcome me.... for they removed my squad from the front only days ago, and now they are launching a missile over at the city next to my home... I don't exactly know who to trust, do I? Even if it is some.... vaccine"

Juzzo sighed, a little tired already. As soon as she heard this... Wolfe guy ask for permission to smoke, she scrunched up her face in disgust.

"Smoking is for pigs, especially if you do it regularly." Juzzo glanced back at him, but shrugged and carried on looking ahead. " I just quit smoking, so if we put this to a vote, I'll have you both know I will not appreciate smoke."

"Yeah man, go ahead and get comfortable. By the way, do you mind if I ask where you got the military radio? Is it cause you served? And if so, was it with us Army badasses or those weak ass jarhead marines?" Kevin said. At this point, they were about an hour away from the bunker.

From behind Marcus' shades his eyes rolled into the sides of his head before throwing his cigarette into his pack again. He looked at the Ranger, "I wasn't average Military, but I wasn't anything special neither. To sum things up there boss, I was a good enough shot that they gave me permission to have an' own a 50. sniper." He didn't say as if he was bragging, merely just stating his facts, as to his attitude to Juzzo he'd hope that she saw as this as some kind of respect.

Marcus knew about quitting smoking, he didn't smoke his entire service in the army, until he came back. Used it as a coping mechanism if you could call it that. The marksman coughed into his hand and answered the question about the Radio. "It was a going away present, my Commanding officer thought it as a pun to say if I ever were in trouble to give him a call on his radio. So that's how I got in possession of that." Marcus then stopped speaking, keeping to himself as not to bother the soldiers in the vehicle, he felt they could use a sniper, Marcus was quite the shot when he needed to be.

"Y'know, we could take you back to the FOB. Try to get you reinstated, I'd love to have you on the team." Kevin stated. The man seemed to have experience that was needed in the team. As he said this, however, they pulled into the Bunker zone. "Make a decision quickly"

Marcus chuckled a bit to himself taking off his sunglasses and sat silently for a moment to himself. He contemplated the offer, it was tempting, shooting deer and other animals didn't give him the rush he so enjoyed when he was an active sniper, the Animals moves were becoming to predictable. He slid a cigarette between his lips opened his bag of supplies and pulled out his old army cap, typical to that of beret, however a skull was sewn onto the left side of it, with the number 42 next to it.

"You can count me in then. Might need to practice a bit to get warmed up, but Corporal Wolfe reporting, sir."

Throwing on his his cap and getting out of the Humvee he lit the cigarette, taking in a few drags and awaited for the Ranger to exit along with Juzzo.

Juzzo didn't get out of the viechle, she just looked out at Wolfe.

"If you want to go back to FOB, why are you getting out?" She was almost talking to herself, she was muttering grumpily.

Juzzo sighed, slumping back on her seat. "Wherever Ke...- wherever Lardall goes, I'll follow.... for now." She concluded.

Sevio let out a noticable scream of pain as the round from the jet pierces his left calf. The mist of blood that shot out proved Sevio was no God.... Because Gods... Don't bleed... It dang sure peeved Sevio off though. So much so that he looks to the jets and blasts a pair of golden beams from his eyes, the energy cutting the tail off of the jet that shot him and another of the jets got a wing severed from not evading in time.

All he wanted was to force the pilots to eject and make them have to watch helplessly as their orders brought about the beginning of Armageddon... And really, he contimplated using his powers to cut their parachute lines and leave them for gravity to deal with... But instead of going that route, Sevio channeled his anger and pain into his efforts to stop the missile, which was now sailing into the final 5 miles of it's flight. Now well within the city limits.

The missile was traveling way too fast to stop, and thanks to the jets distraction, Sevio barely had time to summon the limits of his magic power and surround the missile in a containment barrier. Sevio tapped into the depths of his magical reserves and gave the loudest warcry of his life, hitting the ground with the missile and putting his very life force into this Barrier of Forbearance.

Thanks to Sevio, the missile's detonation damage was dialed back from being its expected quarter mile radius of a ground zero, and instead was limited to a 50 yard radius in total damaged area with almost no shrapnel. It was enough to send a heavy shockwave all around though, and the Bio-toxin rode that shockwave and commenced infecting everyone it passed while riding the wind, an event most know as The Kill Ring. There were some lucky people that were able to make it out of the shockwave with minimal wounds or perhaps lucky enough to land safely in hotel balconies, but the damage was done.

Once the burning winds had passed, the infection set to work. People immediately started to self combust, their auras unlocked too quickly and the energy of the toxin making people literally cook from the inside out. Those that were conscious screamed bloody murder as their bodies were torn apart by their new powers, only to heal just as fast as they were injured and be torn apart all over again. It was an endless cycle of pure agony and suffering.

The toxin wouldn't let these poor people die though, and those that did quickly became reanimated and changed into walking shells of basic animalistic instincts. Their minds had become disconnected and they were prisoners in their own skin. The U.S. Government had got what it wanted after all, and had successfully distributed the miracle of Elementian blood to the populace... Now they could watch the results.

About an hour after the blast, Sevio's ears finally stopped ringing and the exhausted humanoid was able to come to. His rocks were plenty rattled, so he wouldn't be moving too quickly too soon. Struggling exhaustedly, he manages to slowly pull himself free of the ground zero rubble. The poor man had been buried under a few cars and 100 tons of concrete, steel, and glass, and he was cut to ribbons. He was alive though, so he'd heal... Slowly.

He had some trouble breathing and was almost out of magic, so he had to walk... Slowly... Carefully... To a half melted fire hydrant and with a little effort, busted it open so he could access the water. Carefully he cleaned himself up, having to manually peel off charcoaled bits of his flesh and reset his own bones, even lifting slivers of meat back into place and let his aura heal him. It was time consuming and unbelievably painful... But necessary work. Sevio's fighting spirit was the only thing keeping him from whiting out and going into shock... Or worse, fading into a coma.

Finally back to some form of health, Sevio tries to levitate, but finds that he cannot. His reflection in the water showed that his eyes had lost their normal glow and he could feel that his stamina and elemental magic power were dangerously drained. He opted to make his way behind a building and take the fire escape about half way up before sitting back against the building and trying to rest. He prayed for just a couple of hours respite, maybe 3. If he could just sleep for that long, he'd have enough power back to conduct some Parkour and be able to move again.

John watched as the bomb and the jet fell to the ground, and quickly turned to dive behind his bed, grabbing a pillow on the way over. Stuffing it underneath the frame, he curled up with his hands above his head. He heard the explosion, then a few seconds later the building shook from the shockwave. The glass from the window exploded out into the room, sticking into the pillow that John had stuffed behind him. He wasn't affected by the infectious wind, thankfully, but the building was starting to crumble around him. He needed to get out, and fast.

Even if the female's house was outside of the normal city the blast even reached her house, shattering her window. She sadly did not have enough time to duck and hide before the infectious wind hit her, though she did not feel the agonizing pain, nor did she turn into a shell of being. Her body started to glow with white and light blues as snow flakes started to appear around her. She raised a pale, freckled hand and pointed it to a still in one piece window, frost creeping up onto said window.

"Cold? Ice? Frost? Snow? What?!" Alex spoke, so confused as to what was happening to her, why she was able to control the cold elements.

Kevin and his convoy swung by the FOB moments before the bomb hit and dropped off the two passengers. After that, he and the rest of the convoy went into a special lead sealed command room with the rest of the military to await further instruction.

At this time the bomb hit.

The military learned of the failure of the bomb and mobilized the 81st Light Infantry.
This was Kevin's squad.

Geared in full MOPP gear and told to shoot to kill, they moved into the city in a convoy of vehicles. At the end of the convoy and the second from the front was a large yellow unmarked ambulance looking thing. It had lights and sirens, which were blaring. On the side of them were soldiers in hazmat suits carrying MK-14s and one on each carrying a flamethrower. The humvees which filled the rest of the spots (24 Hummves, 2 HAZMAT trucks), were firing on any of the infected ('Damned' as the soldiers called them) with their mighty 50. cal machineguns, mowing them down. At one point, the Convoy encountered a man parkouring over the rubble. The convoy stopped, and Lardall and the rest of his car, which was the front one, stepped out. "HEY! YOU!" he yelled. "GET DOWN HERE SO WE CAN EXAMINE YOU AND RESCUE YOU!" he screamed, waving at the parkouring man.
(The parkouring dude is supposed to be John Tamprey.

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^ MOPP Gear)

As the air cleared and quieted, John stood, walking carefully to his window and looking out. Rubble, everywhere. Almost all the buildings that he could see had been felled by the blast, though there were a few still standing, his apartment being one of them. It creaked around him again, and he decided that it would be best to get out of the building. Grabbing a pack and putting a few precious belongings inside, he hurried outside, and began picking his way over the broken ground, hearing the convoy approaching. He paid no heed to the call, but glanced back as he was shouted at. The military, he guessed. He didn't really want anything to do with them, so he just kept running, wanting to get as far away from the central blast zone as he could.

The beating noise of the 50. cal guns filled the air. Rubble danced up around John, followed by the pings of M4 rounds. There was silence, then one more ping, which was followed by a horrible SPLINK noise. This was followed by a burning sensation running up his leg, and blood spilling out. He had been shot. It was not a lethal or crippling one, as the round had just barely missed the bone and arteries, but was indeed painful, as it had hit a small nerve cluster. Lardall and the rest of Truck-1 moved towards him, guns raised. the HAZMAT team followed. They weren't approaching fast, nor were they walking. They were giving him time, time to respond. One last call was issued: "STATE YOUR NAME AND AFFILIATION, AND DO NOT MOVE! FAILURE TO COMPLY AND YOU WILL BE SHOT!" They were about 10 feet away now.

T'was a hero's life, after all. "No rest for the weary." Sevio thought to himself. He was exhausted and barely had 20 minutes of rest in him before hearing the gunfire. There was then the shouting, the same calls of naive officers barking orders and thinking themselves the dominant power. "The military is on the scene already?... Almighty above the political leaders are morons... This is why you never send a human to do a sentient's work..." Sevio thinks to himself before getting to his feet. He was running on instinct now, and at least had his basic mobility and 3 or 4 of his 6 senses about him.

His mouth tasted like blood, he could smell all the sulfer in the air from the gunpowder, and he could feel the differences in the air temperatures. His vision was still obstructed and blurry and his hearing was barely recovered, but he could detect the life signs of others in the area, so that was a good sign. He had to move fast though, so he didn't have time to doubt his body, even with plenty of reason to doubt it.

Taking off with a strong jump, Sevio runs along the wall to the rooftops and sprints for it. He gets to the scene just as Lardall and his men were surrounding the wounded survivor. It was clear that they had very little intent on taking the man alive, otherwise they wouldn't be aiming their guns at him. Sadly Sevio wasn't back to his normal, semi-bulletproof self, otherwise Lardall and his squad would have been in for a Rambo style beatdown. Sevio had to be strategic this time, and for that matter quick as a ninja.

He had enough magic in him to generate a small white orb, and gives it a great lob. No sooner does the orb hit the ground does it detonate into the equivalent of a flash-bang, blinding everyone and giving Sevio time to jump in, scoop up the injured man, and get the heck out of dodge, having to bum rush Lardall himself and knock the wind out of him while putting him on the ground on his back, "Outa the streets, moron, the Infected are coming!" he shouts as he knocks Lardall over and ducks around a corner just before the flash-bang effects wear off.

Sevio then high tails it to a building that was still pretty solid looking and more or less intact. There he would duck into cover while holding John in a crutch carry, sure enough there came every one of the infected they had gunned down before. The Elementian Blood infecting them healing them just as fast as they decay, and upon getting wounded the powers appearantly healed them faster. The stunt left Sevio out of breath and he has to put John down before he collapsed and panted harshly, trying desperately to stay quiet while catching his breath.