Official NPF Zombie RP: Ch. 1

[Aerozord]

The great zombie leader looked over his undead minions. Unlike most of the zombies he looked relatively human. Only his pupilless eyes and white skin were any indication of his true self.

"Now as you all know, well as all of you capable of understanding english know, we have completely isolated the city from the outside world. However the humans have began putting up a resistance. We must..." smacks one of the zombies "STOP EATING EACH OTHER"

[Hyarion]

Crane darted around the corner and pelted down the corridor, grinning as he heard the two zombies thud into the wall behind him. These zombies were old, little more than muscles and bones and moved quickly, but were much less intelligent than the newly dead. He reached the end of the corridor, holding his hands out to shove the pushbar of the hospital's fire-doors.
They were locked.
Quickly, fumbling a little in his haste, he drew one of the pair of antique duelling pistols he carried, aimed it where he thought the lock should be, and fired. Giving the door a kick, he burst out into the morning sunlight, the zombies only steps behind. Slamming the doors shut, and shoving a half empty skip in front of them, he spun around to find himself in an alley between the hospital and another building. Shoving the pistol back into its holster, he dashed towards the end that should have led out onto the street. Unfortunately, the hospital had decided they didn't want tramps sleeping in the alley, and had built a high wooden fence at the end of it. Behind him, he heard the zombies smash down the hastily barricaded fire doors. He turned as the undead dashed down the alley towards him. Drawing his second pistol, he fired at the first zombie as it leapt.
The heavy lead shot smashed into its face, ripping apart what little brain tissue it had remaining, and sending its lifeless corpse flying back into the second zombie as it readied itself to leap at him. Dropping the pistol, he drew his sword, stepped foward, and, as the creature struggled to rise, drove it into the juncture where its neck met its skull, severing the brainstem. It thrashed twice, then went limp. With a gasp of relief, he slumped, exhausted, against the fence.

After about half an hour of sitting there, gasping for air, he had recovered sufficiently to move again. He picked up the dropped pistol, reloaded and holstered it, and reloaded his other pistol, then dragged his sword out of the zombie's neck, and wiped the blade clean before returning it to its sheath. He climbed laboriously to his feet, then set off back towards the library he was using as his hideout. It was a very old building, probably about two centuries old, which was why he'd chosen it. Unlike most of the modern buildings, it had very thick stone walls, small windows, and good strong doors made of oak that had become iron-hard with age. He kept those barred, and had piled bookshelves up behind them, leaving as his only means of entry a steel fire-escape ladder, leading to the rooftop. He ascended, and re-entered the building through the rooftop doors. Zombies were not good at climbing, and he had, with a lot of effort and an angle grinder, rigged the ladder so that the top two meters could be pulled up onto the roof after him, making it almost impossible for any zombies to get in through that entrance. With a sigh, he slumped onto a sofa, put his feet up on the coffee table, picked up "The Complete Illustrated Sherlock Holmes Adventures", and settled down to read.

A few hours later, there was a scratching at the doors, and some unearthly moaning. He sighed, and clambered back up to the rooftop. Looking down at the front doors, he could see a small group of about five zombies, scratching at the wooden planks and moaning horribly. He sighed again.
"It took me ages to drag these up here," he muttered to himself, as he picked up a pair of the concrete blocks he'd spent six hours ferrying up to the roof in a jury-rigged bucket and pully system. He held them out above the moaning, shambling undead, and let go, one after the other.
With a loud crunching sound, the first block caved in the skull of one zombie, while the second smashed into the face of another, breaking its neck. Humming contentedly, he went back for more blocks.

After he'd finished crushing the zombies, he climbed back down, dragged the bodies away from the doors, and set fire to them. He retrieved the unbroken three of the concrete blocks he'd dropped, and stuck them in the bucket he used to transport heavy objects up to the roof, before climbing back up to the roof, pulling the ladder up behind him, and hauling the blocks back up.
He went back downstairs, and went to sleep. As he drifted off, he thought he could hear the sounds of helicopters...

[Flarecobra]

Flare sighed, as she looked out from her gunner's position on the UH-1Y Heuy that she was riding in. They had just spent 3 hours on a patrol/H-K mission, the GAU-12 gun that she was manning had most of it's ammo left, as they only had seen a couple small groups of zombies around. Nearby was an older AH-1W Cobra, which from what she can see, had a bit more luck in the target market. "Flare, We got a sighting about a mile off to the west. It's all ours." The co-pilot of the Heuy called out to her, and with a smile, she flicked off the safety, and said "Gotcha, let's light these SOBs up!" Not even a minute later, she saw a good bunch of about 14-20, and she let loose with the gun, the tracer rounds lighting up the walking corpses.

[Tarrin]

Grey had been closing on this human for the last fifteen minutes, Finaly she had cornered herself in an deadend ally.
Those muscles that still worked in his face drew his mouth into a smile, He could already taste the sweet sweet flesh and knew that the ever present pain would soon be quenched for a moment.
Lifting his mighty sledge above his head he let it fall, A sickening squelch of the hard metal caving in the head of the woman was music to Greys half functioning ears.
Bending down to start his feast his eyes were drawn to a closed comic store and more importantly to the picture on the door, There in all it's yellow glory was a Pikachu, His hunger forgotten Grey went to work on the image smashing it and the door to pieces before settling down to his meal.

[largo833]

Jack was sitting down, eating a sandwich when he heard thumping and scratching at the door. He breathed a long sigh.

"They found me again..."

He immediately dropped the sandwich and picked up his pistol and backpack, which contained a lighter and a couple more clips of ammo. Since he didn't have anything to set the zombies on fire with, he figured that fighting them would be pretty pointless - he didn't even know how many were there. Instead, he paced towards one of the back windows.

Jack had been hiding in a part of the city that was fairly crowded with houses, making it relatively easy to stay out of sight. Somehow, the zombies kept eventually finding him anyway, but he planned to keep dodging them for as long as possible. As he crawled out the window and briskly walked away from his former hideout, he heard a moan a short ways to his left. Without bothering to look, he ran full speed down the yard, followed shortly by the sound of running footsteps behind him. From the sounds of the footsteps, he could tell that the zombie was gaining. As it neared, he desperately turned around and fired two shots - one for the head and one for the knee. His first shot had only grazed the head, but the second had apparently blown out the zombie's kneecap. The zombie kept lurching towards him, but since it only had one good leg now, Jack easily outran it.

After traveling a good distance that without running into anymore zombies, Jack figured that where he was was as good a place as any to stop. He entered a nearby house that at first glance appeared to have the least number of doors and windows, and formed makeshift barricades with whatever he could find. Once he was content that the house was safe enough for the time being, he slumped down against the wall. He had escaped again, but he couldn't help wondering how long he could keep it up.

"I'll have to hit the liquor store again when I get the chance," he thought to himself as he checked the house for possible emergency exits.

[Premonitions]

Clarence was running for his life. He could barely even remember why he was in this city. he only knew that the walking dead had taken a decided interest in him. A moaning hoarde was at his back, and he was coming up to a dead end. Before he came to the wall, he rann to the side and jumped up, pushing off of the left wall and grabbing the edge of the one blocking his path. He crawled up until he was perched on the top. He laughed at the advancing Hoarde and jumped over to the safer side. He climbed up the nearest fire escape and peered over the roof..

[Flarecobra]

Flare looked and saw someone looking like they were scrabling for safety. "Sir, looks like we got a runner." She called out over her shoulder to the pilots. "I got him, we'll radio in for a pick-up." A couple seconds later, he called back. "We have t oget him. Try t oclear some of them away." "Gotcha sir." Flare said, and moved it to face as far foreward as I could."

[Waylander]

Marcus saw someone sprint past the window as he looked out. He leaned out and caught sight of the horde of zombies chasing the guy.

"Well i have more of a chance if i get some buddies to watch my arse" Marcus muttered to himself. He grabbed his trusty crossbow and his bolts as well as several knives and a pistol. leaning back he kicked the boards off his window and climbed out onto the fire escape. He climbed up the fire escape till he reached the roof of his building. Looking across at the next building he saw a human looking around. Without pausing Marcus took a breath broke into a run and leapt across the gap to the neighbouring rooftop where the guy was looking around.

Instead of as he'd hoped making it all the way he instead missed the edge and slammed into the side of the building before seconds later clanging onto the fire-escape the level below the roof. Rubbing his head Marcus climbed up onto the roof and before the other human could blow his head off yelled out "Hey its okay im not a zombie. I'm a human my names Marcus. Who are you?"

[Hyarion]

Crane awoke to the sound of helicopters.
The military! Help at last!
Jumping up, pausing only to grab his pistols and sword, he ran up the stairs to the roof two at a time.
Looking out over the city, he could see a helicopter flying low over the rooftops about two streets away, and...
What is that?
Dashing back downstairs, he grabbed the old telescope he'd taken from the antiques shop, and ran back to the roof. With it, he could make out the tiny figures in the distance.
A man holding a pistol was menacing another man who held a crossbow as he climbed onto the roof.
"Idiot," said Crane contemptuously. "Better to help him and stay alive. Or, alternatively, throw him to the zombies as bait..."
He thought for a moment. He didn't want any company in his library; more humans meant more attraction for the zombies, but he couldn't let them die in good conscience.
It's not far away... I'm sure it'd be safe to go and pick them up...
He sighed.
Checking he had everything; pistols, ammunition, sword, rope, torch, he headed over to the fire escape and lowered the top section back into position. Climbing down, he jogged quickly across the deserted streets towards the troubled pair.

In about five minutes, he was at the base of the building. Walking around it, he found a fire escape. He had barely set foot on it, when a thought occured. "Hey up there! I'm coming up!" he shouted.
Climbing quickly up the fire escape, he raised his hands as he walked onto the roof, showing that he was unarmed. "What are you two doing up here? It's not safe!"
One of them, a slim, brown haired man holding a crossbow, explained. "I saw Captain Rambo here being chased by zombies, so I jumped over to lend a hand. I've spent the past five minutes trying to persuade him not to blow my brains out!"
Crane looked at the other man, a tall black man with a hideous afro. "Nice hair," he said, raising his eyebrows. Before the man could take umbrage, he added "Look, I have a place you two can hole up for a while. Follow me."
Without looking to see if they followed, he trotted quickly down the fire escape, heading back towards the library.



OOC:
Forgive my minor control of your characters, but since I live in a completely different timezone, it'd be lame for me to simply say one line in a conversation, then not be able to post anything else until the day after. You, of course, don't have to follow me if you don't want to.

[Waylander]

With a shrug Marcus turned and said "Why not, i had a place before but the more the merrier i guess."

[Steel Shadow]

Sol pulled himself back inside the helicopter, taking the binoculars away from his eyes.
"Two more now!" He yelled above the sound of the blades. He watched as they descended the fire escape. "Oh, don't do that..." He muttered. Now they couldn't land to pick them up.
"Looks like their headed south" He yelled over to Flare in the seat next to him. She signaled to the pilot and the chopper spun around, adjusting it's trajectory.
Sol looked out again. There was little movement on the streets below apart from the trio they were watching. That didn't mean there weren't zombies there. It just meant they were out of sight. Besides, his eyes weren't so good up here. This was his first real flight over the city.
He raised his binoculars again, focusing on the trio. "I hope they get to cover soon." He muttered. Nothing was safe on the streets of swordopolis for long.

[Flarecobra]

(You know the helicoptor hasn't even landed yet.....and it's just her, and the two pilots in the aircraft.)

The helicopter got in close, and hovered, as the GAU-17 I manned spinned down, and it turned slightly. "HEY! GET BACK!!" she yelled out, trying to make herself heard. If that didn't work, she figured, she could always just point her gun at them, however she would rather not do that.

[largo833]

Not long after Jack had finished scouting the building, he heard the distant sounds of a helicopter propeller. The thought of running into more humans was encouraging, but he had learned that it was best to be cautious about everything, especially anything that looked promising.

Clutching his pistol, he began unbarricading one of the second-story windows and looked out. To his right, he could barely make out three figures, apparently being chased by the helicopter he had heard. Since he couldn't determine if the figures were zombies or humans, he thought it would be best to wait in the house until they got close enough for him to tell. He crossed his arms, leaned against the windowsill, and waited, still holding the gun in his right hand.

[Waylander]

Turning to Crane, Marcus said " Hey maybe we should get to higher ground that chopper looks like it wants to pick us up."

Looking around Marcus saw that they had managed to walk along the street and get surrounded by zombies coming from each alleyway and from both ends of the street. Gulping he said "And maybe we should do it quickly!!" with that he turned and ran into the nearest building that looked like it had roof access.

He ran through the front door (Through because it was broken glass and only a frame which he jumped through) and headed up the nearby stairwell. As he reached the first floor something burst out of a nearby doorway. Turning and looking it was a group of about five zombies.

Looking down the stairs he saw his fellow humans rushing up the stairs. "come on guys!! You guys keep going i'll cover our arse's" With that he drew his crossbow and shot down two of the zombie's in quick succession with head shots. The other had passed him by now and he turned and ran quickly up the stairs to the next level

3 zombies later and they were on the rooftop waving at the helicopter that seemed to be preparing to land.

[Raiden]

Four zombies were dead...again. The fifth was getting his face pounded into the cement ground. Thomas was slamming the zombie down hard, crushing its face as he attacked. He heard a beeping sound coming from his belt. He pushed the zombie to the side, and reached down to grab a communicator. He raised it to the side of his face and pressed a button.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Sir! We have sent transport to pick up you and other members of the Anti-Zombie Survival Army. Please go meet with the helicopter!"

"Awwww...but I was having so much fun..."

"Please, sir! We need you back at base for military tactics and-"

"Fine, fine. I'll go back to work." Before the other guy could respond, Thomas had pressed the button again, then placed it back on his belt. He heard a moaning sound behind him as the bloody-faced zombie shuffled towards him.

"Sorry, buddy..." With a flick of his wrist, Thomas had the muzzle of his shotgun pushed into the ragged mouth of the decaying walking corpse. "...I've gotta run."

With that, Thomas pulled the trigger.

[Premonitions]

Clarence stopped on the roof, when his communicator started beeping. He picked it up, "Yeah? I see it, Stevie Wonder could see it! Raiden's coming? never seen the guy tell me what he looks like." Suddenly they heard the sound of a shotgu going off into the face of some misfortunate undead. "never mind" as the shotgun weilding man came up he flashed his badge "Be easy man, you're with friends"

[largo833]

As he watched the trio run into the building away from the zombie horde, Jack became fairly convinced that the three of them were not zombies. They appeared to be trying to signal the helicopter, making Jack wonder if he should try to contact it too. If it worked, he would be safe for a while, but if it didn't, the zombies were sure to notice him, and he was pretty sure he couldn't get away from this many.

After considering his options for a minute, Jack decided to take a chance and try to get the helicopter to help him. He quickly grabbed his backpack and threw it on, and then headed for the roof. Once he was up there, he waited for the helicopter to get moderately close, and then started unloading his pistol on the zombies beneath. If he was lucky, he might be able to alert the helicopter and take out a zombie or two in the process.

[Flarecobra]

It landed, and Flare called out "Hey, we can only take four of you!" She said.

[Tarrin]

Grey stood in the shadows watching the helicopter land on the roof, He was dead not brain dead, He'd heard the sound of the helo many times and always it was followed with fire and death...well more death.
His king had told him of the helo many times and of the advantage the living had bewcause of it.
As one of the few zombies that still had a working mind Grey was in charge of finding where the chopper came from, He was closing in on its position but as of yet couldn't find it exact location.

[Waylander]

"you can only take 4 of us? What kind of redundant chopper is this??" Marcus leant over the edge of the roof to see how many zombies there were.

"Shit there is like 100 of them down there whoever stays is going to be meat very shortly. How long will it take for you to drop someone off somewhere safe and come back to pick up the person left behind?"

"perhaps two of us could stay and cover each others arse's until you get back to pick us up?"

[Flarecobra]

"Hey, at over a 1000 rounds a minute, I think I can cut them down some." Flare yelled out, and said "If you're going to get in, then hurry up!"

[Aerozord]

The zombie leader was observing the whole situation. Already he had dispatched those to follow the craft. Helocopters were valuable but at a price. They used alot of fuel, and the gun consumed alot of ammunition. A smirk grazed his pale lips. "Soon we will know the location of their so called 'safe haven'. The defence will become transparent, and we will destroy the only thing preventing us from securing the city."

The smile quickly fadded as his hand rose up "but first". A snap was heard and then a siren like moaning. The zombies around the helicopter backed off, all finding cover. "What will you do humans? Fuel and ammo is too precious to go after them and you can only carry four. And once you are out of the way, my minions will swarm."

[largo833]

After jumping from rooftop to rooftop to get to the helicopter, Jack looked around at the other potential passengers. He really wanted to get out of here, but he didn't want to look selfish by being the first to board. He turned to the girl in the helicopter.

"How far away is this safehouse? Would it be possible for one of us to follow the chopper while you covered them?"

[Flarecobra]

"No, look, you have to get in, or be left behind! We don't have the fuel for another trip!" she yelled back.

[Waylander]

"But there is five of us, whoever stays is basically screwed!"

"Is it a room issue or a weight issue? cos i can probably rig up some kind sling that will last for long enough to get us outta here if its a room issue."

Looking again over the edge.

"And we had better hurry they are getting closer"

[Flarecobra]

"NO! WE CAN ONLY TAKE FOUR!" I yelled back at them over the engine noise, then catching a genture, I added "HURRY UP! IF YOU DON'T CHOOSE, WE WILL HAVE TO LEAVE YOU!"

[Waylander]

Marcus gulped. "well okay can you give me directions to the base then."

Gesturing to the others. "take these guys i'll try and make my way there on foot"
With another look off the edge of the building Marcus got a sinking feeling that maybe he wasn't going to make it out of here after all.

Loading his crossbow, Marcus hooked it on his belt in easy reach and looked around for the way to go. Reading the map and looking up he realised this was going to be even harder. Cars were parked haphazardly making some streets difficult to traverse especially while being chased.

Finally deciding on a route Marcus slid down the fire escape ladders in quick succession and ran off towards a nearby department store.

[Steel Shadow]

Sol squashed himself into a corner, making room for the new people.As he felt the chopper lift off, his mind dweled on the man they'd had to leave behind. Hopefuly he'd be ok...
The sound of the blades rotating a few feet above them made conversation almost impossible, so Sol stared out, down at the city, as they headed back to the base.

[Waylander]

Getting inside the store had been easier than he had thought. Someone had left the door open and it banged in the wind as he approached. Reaching the door Marcus took a quick look around. Good the zombies hadn't caught his scent yet.

Slamming the door behind him Marcus ran into the store looking for the items he'd require if he was going to get out of here alive and well.

"Okay camping, first then hardware" Marcus thought to himself. Grabbing a backpack as he ran past them he quickly tore the wrapping off and put the pack on. "camping... camping... Camping". Spotting the aisle he wanted Marcus tore through the shop at top speed. Marcus grabbed several multi-packs of butane canisters (OOC you know the little canisters for camping stoves) a couple of tent posts (OOC spears are fun!) and several of those little gas lighter's and 2 boxes of matches.

Turning around he ran toward the hardware section when he heard a sound he was beginning to dread the dragging footsteps and moan of the undead. spinning around he saw that several zombies had decided to hang out in the clothing store. Marcus just grabbed a big thick jacket and a couple of shirts , turned and ran heading for the hardware section.

As he ran he took the backpack off his back stuffed the shirts in and put the jacket on then put the pack back on his back. When he reached the hardware section he grabbed about 50 of those little containers of nails. and some double sided tape before running off into the staff room which was thankfully empty at the moment. Preparing his little weapons he placed them in his backpack. Then he ran out the door he came in through and out into the night heading for the military base so many miles away

(OOC well im armed and ready so maybe i have a chance. Sorry about the long post but it gives you an idea of what i have prepared.)

[Tarrin]

Grey watched the remaining member run into the sports store, The zombies wouldn't attack, This one would lead them to the base and finaly they would crush the resistance.

Making escape too easy however may arouse suspision, Grey motioned five zombies forward, He'd have to make it look good.

[Aerozord]

The zombie leader placed his hand on Grey's shoulder. "Leave this one to me, I have plans for him. Gather the forces for the assult. Oh and bring the hounds, just make sure they are caged."

The zombies had already surrounded Marcus. Building barriers of cars and fire. Only way out was through atleast 50 zombies. The leader began approaching him slowly and casually. With a captain on each side of him. "Time to switch sides human"

ooc: captains are between minions and generals (PCs). They till have their motor skills and physical abilities. So although they are as dumb as stumps they can still run and hit you with bats.

[Flarecobra]

The Helicoptor landed a couple miles away, in a human-occupied safe zone. When they flew over, a large wall with a walkway on top was seen, with people walking up and down it's length. "Welcome to our little safe haven. We should be able be safe here for a while" Flare said, locking down the gun.

[Waylander]

Marcus's jaw dropped. "But your a zombie and your talking..... your the leader right??". Moving quickly Marcus flipped his backpack around in front of him opened the zipper and pulled out his "toys." 6 butane canisters with packets of nails taped to the outside with a bit of torn shirt leading from the valve. (nail bombs)

"There is no way that i will ever join you! Let me out of the city and I won't blow these up. Oh and there is no way you will survive these from this distance zombie or not. Those are the terms you have 10 seconds to make me a deal or your army is mincemeat along with your rotting arse."

To emphasise his point he turned the valves of the canisters on and got a matchbox out and ready to light.

(OOC sorry about taking so long i've been bed ridden for the last three days with the Flu)

[Steel Shadow]

Sol stepped out of the 'copter and swung over to the pilots door.

"You sure we can't go back for him?" The pilot shook his head, taping the fuel guage. The needle was close to empty. Sol sighed and moved away. Turning to facer Flare, he saluted. "Thanks for the ride m'am. I'll be heading over back to main faculity now, unless you need anything from me?"

[Aerozord]

The zombie leader let out an amused laugh. "I dont think you realize who your messing with. First off let me inform you about alittle physics lesson. For an explosion you need oxygen in a specific amount. Butane is compressed into a liquid. The inside of those canisters are over saturated with fuel. I suppose you could have emptied them but then they lack the explosive force needed to do what you wish."

Giving him a shrug he continued. "Besides, hydro-carbon based fuels burn. They dont explode. As is it will hurt but I am afraid I will be unharmed." The expression on Marcus was priceless. The look of disbelief at the intelligence of the zombie king was memorable to say the least. "Though go ahead and blow yourself up. I never said I needed you alive."

[Waylander]

"well captain physics genius you have neglected one small fact. If you look closely at the canisters you will notice that the nails are only taped on on the OUTWARD facing sides not towards me. And besides i thought you said it wouldn't blow up?"

"and another thing oh great leader of the mentally deficient. it may not be powerful enough to destroy all your bodies but if i remember a brain damaging wound tends to cause you some problems. You figure yourself a physics wiz, how much damage you reckon a nail is going to do when it is propelled by this explosion?"

Marcus pulled out his shotgun

" And i will acknowledge that perhaps the butane may not explode (regardless of the fact it tells you not to throw them in fire because they will explode) but a shot from this." Marcus hefted the shotgun. " Should set it off, especially if i have lit the 'fuse' already."

"Care to test your 'unlife' on it? You now have 5 seconds"

[Aerozord]

"Actually only the opening would explode as it exits. Though you forget, I'm not alone." One of the zombie captains had gotten close enough to block the shotgun with his own hand. While another was circling around.

[Tarrin]

Grey stood back as he watched his King taunt the fleshbag, He himself had a great capasity for thought though his vocal abilities were reduced to only one word.
The zombie King had confused the human long enough for a few of his more "disposable" captains to put a stop to the living one's plan.
Grey stood in a shadow covering the only other exit available, The moment he makes a run for it he would meet a 50pound sledge to the sholder, enough to incapasitate him but still leaving him alive for their plans.

[Waylander]

"fine if you don't want to take my deal feel free but be prepared."

Moving quickly Marcus shot down the Captain with a shotgun blast to the head and upper body, with his other hand he shot two of the canisters with his crossbow.

make him look at one hand while you move with the other. marcus thought to himself. 1st rule of engagements. While he thought i was going to shoot them with the shotgun and that i'd made another mistake i will actually shoot them with the crossbow and let the fire do the work.

Before the captains body had hit the floor the two canisters exploded spraying nails in a 180 degree arc away from Marcus. Pulling out one of the tent poles from his bag. The tent pole had a shirt wrapped aropund it and the shirt was soaked in butane. Marcus lit the "torch" and lit another two of his bombs before throwing the torch at a nearby zombie. Grabbing the bag he pulled out another tent pole this one had a large spike on it and looked like a spear.

" As you see i'm not as dumb as you thought, LAST chance let me go or i will kill you even if i go down!"

[Flarecobra]

"No, feel free to go over to the shelters." Flare said, finishing up with her shutdown checks, as several solders came by and escorted them to the shelter. Once there several civilan volenteers showed them to some rooms, and where to get some hot meals.

[Aerozord]

One of the captains had jumped in front of the blast. The mighty king simply shoved the corpse out of the way and picked up the human. "Amazing what you can do when you have minions that will gladly throw their lives away." He then took a bite out of his neck and threw him down. "Like I said, you will be switching sides"

[Waylander]

Marcus grabbed at his torn throat and gurgled for about half a second.

"Gurgle Glub Blub Glub" (I'll never change sides).

Reaching down with the last of his strength, Marcus blew his own head off with his shotgun.

At which point his other hand opened and revealed a hand grenade that Marcus had grabbed from the chopper before it left him to his fate.

[Tarrin]

A large splatter of brain hit the wall beside Grey, Reaching over he grabbed it and started feasting on the jelly like matter, Grey liked his job.
Greys brain started ticking over, a joke that he could never vocalise brought a smile onto his undead lips. His comic genious would never be knowen what a loss to the zombie civilisation.