Zombie Survival [RPG]

[Tex]

"I still have my Motorcycle incase we need a quick escape."
*shifts uneasily*
"I heard some gunshots when we passed by that liquor store a couple miles back."

[Conduit]

Name: Hasan K.
Age: 25
Weapon: Primary: C7A2 with 5x. Magnification Scope, Rifle Suppressor with 3 Magazines and a box of loose rounds, cases and oxidizers.
Secondary: KA-BAR K2 Caiman Folder Tactical Knife.

Vehicle: LAV III reinforced with Barbwire along the hull and sheet metal covering previous battlewounds.
Faction: Canadian Forces

Bio:
The virus had struck a hillside village near a Canadian F.O.B in some mountains. The firefight brought more of the damn things to our base, so we pulled out. The Canadian GOV pulled out all Military units to assist in a Search and Destroy of infected. This was before T.S.H.T.F. I was stationed in Montreal, Quebec. There was a riot of people demanding supplies; ammo, MREs, that sorta thing. Next thing I know, a hand rips through some pregnant ladies tummy, god forbid that baby, for it had infected its own father and mother. Bam, like a Nuke in Times Square, infected and the panic spread. People tried to break through our defenses at the new F.O.B. As I watched in awe, I noticed another swarm of citizens, but to my horror it was a wave of 100+ flesh hungry zombies. We opened fire. Citizens, zombies, other soldiers... Everything, everywhere, chaos. I ditched my post and got into a Humvee with some other guys. Looking back, the only thing I saw was an F35 flying away from a massive fireball. We got back to Ottawa, 12 hours later. I couldn't believe it, everything was gone. I couldn't believe how fast this infection had spread. I even saw a few American G.I's among the infected. We decided to recon out friendlies. We encountered crazed survivors, bandits and everything inbetween. We hit a nearby Base that had ordered our Evac from Iran. Badnews, it wasn't spared. Uniform clad Zombies walked the base, empty C7's slung across their backs. My squad went to work. After the hunt, we had a quick meal, gathered supplies and searched the base for anything on whats going on. It seems this base was one of the last hit according to the now dead, operatives. Field maps and charts show the Southern Ontario swarm moving towards the Buffalo and New York area. The Battle of York, it says. That's where all remaining units in the area went, to support an American Offensive. We decided to check that out, and so we packed up and armored up a LAV III and went off.

New York is a mess. 2/3 of it is either leveled or on fire. Intel said that civilians took ships across the river. I can't believe it, they tried to lure all the North American Infected into New York and level it onto the damn things. I don't know what went wrong, and so we went in. What a mistake. We lost 3 good men to an ambush in Time Square. Damn things swarmed them when we tried digging the LAV from rubble caused by some sort of tremor. Its just me and a combat Engineer. Poor kid couldn't take it anymore. He shot himself after we left New York. I shrugged it off and continued my pointless search. I came across a American F.O.B in some sort of burned wheat field. Another ambush, but from Bandits. LAV took multiple RPG hits. I got out alive and managed to find a vehicular repair shop in some sort of county. Here, I remain. I decided to repair the LAV and in the process I found a field report of the Northern regions of Canada. The Cold stopped the infection dead in its tracks! I now have an objective but not enough supplies. I have an objective.


That's my story to date.

[DrDeuce]

"Well let's be cautious, there's not just zombies out there, there's bandits, and they don't mind the rain..."

*The tent is set up*

"Let's get some rest, but I better keep guard for half the night, I'll wake one of you up when it's your shift. Anyone want to volunteer?"

[Devin]

-I'll do it...Since i probably wouldnt be able to fall asleep any way.

[Venator]

>Tim goes to the supermarket down the street
>Gets some ingredients
>Goes back into his hideout to make pancakes

[DrDeuce]

>Tim goes to the supermarket down the street
>Gets some ingredients
>Goes back into his hideout to make pancakes

EEEEEEVILLL pancakes?

[TB_]

Sorry for derailing, continue your survival story

[Conduit]

' Hasan takes his LAV on a scouting mission down a rural road in hopes to find some looting spots. '

[DrDeuce]

Sorry for derailing, continue your survival story

Oh... my... God... That's terrifying xD

[valkyriiking]

"If you heard some shots, we better stay on the down low. Don't want anyone tracking us down and mowing us down at night even with a watch. I volunteer for the next position."
*cleaning barrel and wiping M4A1*
"Wonder how the rest of the world looks like..."

[Venator]

Is it wrong that I find these evil pancakes adorable ?
Well anyways.
>Tim goes outside
>LIghts a cig
>Gets onto the roof of a bigger house
>Throws random heavy objects at zombies

[Devin]

*Looks at his M4A1
-I really wanna break it since it doesnt have a silencer....
-And I hope the military have done something about it, I just hope there's a safe place.

[Venator]

k
>Tim goes back to his hideout
>Takes a nap
>Suddenly someone pounds on his door
>Its more survivors
>He lets them in
>Offers them some food
>Suddendly he has an idea
>Talks with the others about the idea
>They agree
>The next morning they start constructing massive walls out of junk at the crossings,so the street he lives in is seperated
from the zombies
>They construct gates into the walls
>They seal of any other entrance
>The survivors go out into town to find more survivors
>Tim stays at home

[DrDeuce]

*The Next Morning*

"Oh crap... I'm so tired. Hey, everyone, we better get moving, the rain has cleared up and the infected will be going crazy for our scent."

[Devin]

-ahammmhafdhs?
*snoring in the back of the humvee
-Pantcakes....murderearins....