(My character thinks you are in siberia, so he went there.)
Sam had a Jeep Wrangler Unlimited, which he liked very much compared to a hummer. The fact that a virus could survive in this cold however, Sam had no liking of that.
"What was that weird dream about anyway?" Sam thought aloud."I mean, seriously, I know that if I ever did anything so stupid to Attrianna, she'd find a way to kill me, be it in this life, or from some contingency plan involving brain controlled clones." He chuckled, His brain went into overdrive of stupid stuff when horror awaited around the corner.
Fump!
"What the hell?" Sam swore.
Fump-Fump-Fu-Fump!
Blood was staining the window. Something was most definitely becoming road kill along the roadside. Sam slammed on the brakes and pulled out his JAE Gen-2 M1A Rifle, checking through the small snow storm for any hostiles. He found only a grinning face of a Brute, but somehow different. It jumped through the air, slamming its foot into one of the wheels, which popped instantaneously. Sam gasped and started unloading the rounds into its head, praying for a lucky shot. God must've been feeling gracious that day, because the Brute's head blew open in a cloud of gore and bone. Checking the tires, Sam made a quick change, not wanting to spend anymore time than he had to out in the cold.
Pulling out his cellphone once he was in the Jeep, he called Vlad.
Ring-Ring...
Ring-Ring...
Ring-Ring.......
. . . . . .
Jaden sat downstairs, watching the ghouls trying to destroy the door. Jadens family had unloaded a few rounds and piled all the heavy stuff they could find up against the door.
Ring Ring...
Ring Ring...
Jaden picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Jaden, this is General Hackert speaking. Your entire regiment is being called up, and you haven't shown up for duty. Care to explain?"
Jaden unconsciously straightened up, "Sir, Me and my family are stuck in our house, the undead have deided that-"
"Say no more son, we'll be sending in a chopper to clear the area. When that's done, you and your family will be escorted to a bunker to briefing. Understood?"
"Sir yes sir!" Jaden said.
Ring, ring
Ring, ring
Ring, ring.
Smith almost grinned at the timing of it all. "Who wants to take a bet on if it's Larson or not?" He asked the room in general, but nobody answered, however some -Vlad in particular- made particualarly rude handgestures. "No need to get snippy!" Smith exclaimed. "I just wanted the chance to fleece -cough- I mean earn some extra money." He looked innocently at the disbelieving crowd.
"Alright, you win." He said. "Vlad, you'd better answer that."
((Everybody dead or what?))
((We're not dead, just mostly dead...there's a difference from mostly dead and all dead...name that quote!:D))
Vlad was, in a rude way, trying to discourage Smith from taking his money in a bet.
Only Larson would call like this, and Vlad wasn't going to waste his money for a lost cause.
He grabbed the phone and flipped it open.
"Larson. This better be good."
((THE PRINCESS BRIDE!!! :D)
Xero
He made it to the top of the cliff, freezing and shaking he placed the radio phone on the ground and began to set up the antenna.
He adjusted the dials and then picked up the reciever speaker and said, "Hello this is Xero Cryptmaw of Samuel and Tanya Cryptmaw does anyone read? Over."
There was a nothing but static. He sat in the snow freezing and adjusting the dials in frustration. He didn't know what to do. Not long after he had thrown down the reciever speaker he heard a voice calling out from the static.
He grabbed the speaker from the cold snow and adjusted the dials once again to get a clearer channel.
"Mr. Cryptmaw, are you there? Where are you come in, come in!" said the voice more clearly.
"I'm here, who is this?" asked Xero.
"I'm the head scientist at section 12 of your father's 50 sections, well 49 since the Chicago incident. One in every state. Is there something you need Sir?" asked the scientist.
"I need a supply drop at the coordinates i'm sending you now." said Xero.
"You're in Russia?" asked the scientist.
"This is correct." Xero said.
"What kind of supply drop did you need?" asked the scientist.
"I need Project: Black Wolf." said Xero.
There was a slight pause and the scientist said, "Say again, i dont think i heard you correctly."
"Project: Black Wolf." Xero repeated.
"Oh...ok i'm giving the order now to get it set up and we will be there ASAP." said the scientist.
"Thank you, and i hope it has a built-in heater." said Xero.
"Among other things yes, the suit protects the user from the elements." replied the scientist.
"Ok, radio me when you're close and i'll fire a flair into the air so you can pin-point my position. Xero out."
"Well, I'm still alive, if it's good for your bet on me." Sam said, and he heard moans and groans in the background. Clearly, they wanted him to blubber like a little girl.
"What can you tell me about the mutated Brutes. They seem to be a bit... Jumpy. I'd like some more information." He finished, Noticing something out in the snow.
Stepping out of the Jeep, Sam pulled his P90 up and fired a five-round burst, hitting a man sized target in the gut with all the shots. The thing leaped at him, slamming the cellphone out of his hand and pinning him to the jeep with its claws. A Prowler! Sam thought, using his need to name things as a scapegoat for fear. The prowler pulled its claws out and swiped at Sam again.
Sam fired again, the bullets finding something weird in its chest. The creature fell back, this time for good. Sam noticed a Black viscous subject seeping out of the prowler. When it touched the ground, the highway pavement started to melt.
Hmmm, acid for blood, or a nice little acid pouch in its chest. Great assurance of enemy death if it get its chest blown out.
Sam picked up his cellphone.
"Vlad, we've got other worries..." He said as he stepped into the Jeep and warmed up a little.
Atrianna watched as more and more of the undead seemed to swarm out of nowhere. They seemed to be everywhere and they kept heading for the stage.
"Pilot, take us back down as close as you can to the survivors. If you see anything move that isn't human and it's heading for the plane, then kill it, shoot it, do something to make sure it's not alive anymore."
The other four women nodded and readied their weapons as the plane touched the ground with a thud.
Atrianna quickly got outside and began her search for Aiden.
((In my last post I said that I sent you a message. Sorry, I didn't really get what was going on. Oh, and I guess my character wouldn't even know it was you yet. :P))
Aiden kept on running from the concert hall with Eve, looking back constantly to make sure that the zombies weren't gaining on them. All the time he was looking for the plane. Finally, as they turned around a bend, there it was, soldiers around it shooting down zombies.
And it front of it was Atrianna, whom he had not seen in quite a long time. He approached her quickly.
"It's been quite some time, hasn't it?" Giving what was going on, Aiden was trying to be optimistic, something he hated. His concert was ruined, and on top of that New York was being attacked by zombies.
Eve squeezed his hand.
"This is Eve, my girlfriend." She smiled. Aiden couldn't tell, but she was just as upset about the whole thing as he was. At least help had arrived, however.
Aiden got a serious look on his face. "What the heck is going on here?"
"It's been quite some time, hasn't it?"
Atrianna nodded at him. "It has been. Nice to see you again Aiden."
"This is Eve, my girlfriend."
She nodded at Eve. "It's a pleasure to meet you. So how di-Damn it!"
A brute had been sneaking up behind her before she turned her shotgun around and blasted it's head off.
"Sorry about that. These things are persistant I'll give them that."
"What the heck is going on here?"
She took a quick look around. The undead were begining to form lines. It looked like they were planning to cut off her escape. "I honestly have no clue but we should really get moving. This isn't a safe place for either of you."
Atrianna pointed at the plane where two of her solders were fighting off a another brute.
"Move Move Move!"
((Error with my Internet, posted twice....))
Aiden grabbed Eve's hand and picked up the pace as he ran towards the plane. New thoughts of all kinds began to creep into his head. If this was really a new zombie invasion, then he would have to change his way of thinking....Not to mention, he would have to improve his skills in combat. Hopefully he still had the same kind of skill he used to have with a gun, but it had been a very long time since he had ever used a weapon.
Turning towards a soldier that was not occupied fighting, he asked, "Where could I find a weapon?" Fortunately, Aiden still had his old military ID in his wallet. He didn't know why he kept it there, but this time it looked like it might come in handy. Producing the ID from his pocket, he showed it to the soldier.
"Aiden Valko, former military, I was at the Nuking of Chicago."
Majoka nodded through narrowed eyes at him.
"Atrianna's orders were that any survivors were to be sent to the back of the plane until we can take off. Sorry sir. The guns aren't meant for you."
Atrianna shouted while shooting and running at the same time at the small horde which was following her.
"Start the Plane! Prepare for takeoff!"
The pilot nodded and the plane began to shudder as it warmed up in preperation for take-off.
Atrianna and the other three solders jumped up and managed to get inside the plane just as it began to run down a clear, zombie free stretch of land.
Once it was safetly in the air she turned to Aiden.
"So...now that we're out of danger for the time being...what brought you to New York?"
Aiden smiled. He had been asked this question many times before, and it was one that he only somewhat understood the answer to.
"Well, after the whole zombie war, I guess I just wanted to be around people. I didn't feel comfortable going back to Richmond, and I couldn't think of anywhere else to go....Besides, for the music industry, there's plenty of people in New York."
A thought crossed his mind.
"Which is, I suppose, why it was attacked by zombies....What do you know about this whole thing?"
Xero:
The sound of the helicopter grew louder and Xero loaded a flair gun and fired it off into the sky letting the chopper know where he was. A large case fell from the chopper and stuck straight up in the snow, the doors blew open to reviel the suit and two .500 S&W Magnum Revolvers. He staggered through the snow toward the case and removed nessesary clothing to put on the suit. The features of the suit were uncanny. It was black with some minor touches of grey on the key parts of it. The fingers had something that resembled claws on the finger tips and the foot part of it resembled his own boots.
"That's top-of-the-line tech at it's best Mr. Cryptmaw." said the scientist through the helicopter speaker.
"Don't call me that anymore..." said Xero while the back of the suit electronically clampped together to make an artificial spine.
"What...?" said the scientist just barely hearing what Xero was saying.
"Call me Xero Wolf." he said while activating the helmet, which was retractable (similar to iron man) into the jaw line of the suit, and it gave his voice an electronic growl.
he put his trench coat on over the suit to conciel most of it then put the revolver holsters on either leg and holstered the revolvers. He pocketed the extra ammo.
The eyeslits of the helmet glowed red and he darted off into the woods back towards town tearing up dirt and snow.
"Vlad, we've got other worries..."
The Russia slumped back into one of the chairs, and he heard a loud crack, and he cringed for a moment.
Have to remember not to do that....
"What gives us more worries? Explain it to me. What could've possibly gotten worse in the past 3 hours?"
"What could've gotten worse, well... There's now a few new types of zombie. The jumpier Brute and a, uhhh... Prowler, It's got claws and an acid sack in its chest. Creepy, I've just had an encounter with one. BUt still, you have any idea on easier killing than with guns, is there a serum or something?" Sam said, pleaded.
Putting the Jeep in gear with one hand, he checked his Info.
Damn, Attrianna isn't here! She's in America! Oh well, I'll find the scientist's my self, YEAH RIGHT!
"Vlad, a favor, Could you find out which Scientists made this new strain? I'm on a vengeance spree..." Sam asked again.
Jaden sat in the Chinook helicopter, Zombie Enforcer Infantry Rifle, or ZEIR (Seer), in his lap. The ZEIR was a relatively new rifle given to the Army, and used a more powerful fround, the 7.62x54R Round compared to the M4's 5.56 NATO. It was Semi-auto, based heavily off of Max Brooks SIR (Standard Infantry Rifle) from World War Z. Seeing as how we survived the first war, we decided it was necessary to provide an efficient Zombie killing rifle, compared to the assault rifles that blow lead until you're covered in casings. The SIR was a great rifle, but we decided it could be inproved on, so we (All the we's refer to America) made the ZEIR.
"Alright, We'll be in New York pretty soon, just hold on." Said the pilot.
A large plane screeched overhead, barely missing them.
Aiden moved up to the cockpit and recognized the Serial Number for the Plane.
"That's Attrianna's plane. Wherever she's heading, it's bound to be better. Pilot, can you follow the plane?" Jaden said.
"At the speed she's going? Not a chance, but I can follow her signal." The pilot responded.
"Do it." Jaden said.
((Aiden is with me right now I believe. And please stop following my character. I don't want her to encounter Sam of Jaden yet.))
(Jadens in a Chinook, he'll be where you landed in a day or so, you won't meet Jaden yet. And Sam's in Russia, so you won't meet him yet either.)
"What could've gotten worse, well... There's now a few new types of zombie. The jumpier Brute and a, uhhh... Prowler, It's got claws and an acid sack in its chest. Creepy, I've just had an encounter with one. BUt still, you have any idea on easier killing than with guns, is there a serum or something? Vlad, a favor, Could you find out which Scientists made this new strain? I'm on a vengeance spree..."
"How should I know, Larson? Chances are, they're already dead....at least most of the time that's the case....I'll try my best to figure this out, I still have samples from the first virus...I'll be looking around."
He shook his head and looked at Smith.
"It's bad."
"Okay, well, thanks anyways. I'll be here, killing the undead. " Sam said. He hung up and drove for a while longer, until he made it to a village.
Noone was here, excluding an old Babushka. Stepping out, he asked for directions in his Russian. She did nothing but snarl at him, then lunged at him, smashing her fist into Sam's face.
Sam returned the favor with a knife. Then the village came out, they were all the same. He wouldn't be surprised if this was the picture all over Russia.
"Okay, well, thanks anyways. I'll be here, killing the undead. " Sam said. He hung up and drove for a while longer, until he made it to a village.
Noone was here, excluding an old Babushka. Stepping out, he asked for directions in his Russian. She did nothing but snarl at him, then lunged at him, smashing her fist into Sam's face.
Sam returned the favor with a knife. Then the village came out, they were all the same. He wouldn't be surprised if this was the picture all over Russia.
Xero Wolf:
He runs to the edge of the woods and comes across a village where he sees the inhabitants gathering in the middle.
"I wonder if this suit has a diagnostic setting to help me see whats going on at a distance." said Xero to himself.
"Voice activation accepted: Running diagnostic. Sir, it appears that all but one of the current inhabitants are infected." said a female voice inside the suit.
"Whoa, can you understand me? What are you?" said Xero talking back to the suit.
"I am a Artificial Inetelligence Recon Armor, but you may AIRA." said the suit.
"You know my father never had much imagination when it came to naming." said Xero to the suit.
"what do you mean, sir?" asked AIRA.
"He named me Xero, hows that for imagination, replace the "Z" in Zero and plance an "X" in its place. Real imaginative." he replied.
"Sir, the infected are moving in on the survivor!" alarmed AIRA, "His odds of survival are calculated to be up to 60% judging from his stature, skill at hand-to-hand combat but eventually he will tire out."
"What if I helped?" asked Xero.
"Recalculating: The odds of survival are boosted, but after doing a thorough scan of the area there seems to have been an increase of infected, some of which are very large in size and have dropped your odds to now 40%." said AIRA.
"Then you underestimate him and myself. I'm going over to help." said Xero as he begins to run toward the village.
"I just want you to know that you may not survive if you do this." said AIRA.
"Duely noted." said Xero.
He runs as fast as he can and draws his sword. Nearing the village, he jumps up higher than any normal human-being, his trench coat flutters loudly in midair, then he lands on an infected and surfs the body through the croud while slicing up the others around him. Then, when he starts to lose momentum, he jumps back into the air and land next to the survivor; cracking the ground as be makes his landing.
Finally...a survivor. "Xero Wolf: at your service, stranger." he said to the survivor.
Sam looked at the man in the armor.
"Introductions will wait 'til we've cleared this place out." Sam said, then continuing to shoot at the zombies until he'd exhausted the ammo for his P90. He pulled out his Desert Eagle's and fired dual wielding until the horde disappeared.
"Xero, My name is Sam Larson. Major, USMC. At your service." Sam said.
Xero curb stomps a downed zombie and pulls out his two S&w .500 Magnum revolvers and duels his way further into the action. A loud roar grabs his attention.
A large creature comes bursting out of the woods roaring loudly.
"What is that thing, Sam?!" yells Xero aiming his revolver at it.
"Brute. Dangerous, deadly, stupid as a nail" Sam said to Xero. Sam lifted up his Desert Eagle and shot a few rounds, finding the snow made his sight bad.
"Shoot the head, no different than a normal zombie." Sam informed him. While Xero was busy with the Brute, Sam went to his jeep to find a rifle.
"I have a plan." said Xero.
He pulled out his sword and ran at the brute. The brute charged at him roaring loudly. Xero jumped into the air as the brute swung at him, and stabbed it in the shoulder. Xero rode the creature, while trying to reload his gun. It thrashed back and forward trying to get him off. He shot the creature in the back of the head. As it was falling Xero jumped off holding his sword backwards, gun smoking, and blood dripped into the snow from the sword. He twirled his gun and holstered it.
He walked back toward the jeep twirling his sword to clean the blade of blood.
Shortly after he met Sam at the jeep he retracted his helmet to reveal his face.
"Nice guns. Got any .50 Cal Sniper Rifles?" asked Xero sliding his sword into its sheath.
"It's bad"
Smith gave the Russian a look that said quite plainly "duh!" before getting out of the seat he'd migrated towards during the phone call. "Well, you're going to be searching for some of the scientists? If you need an extra gun, I'm in... I figure I can get my company to pay my expenses or, failing that, I can just become a free agent again."
Smith looked at Doc Wilson, "you know, Vlad, we have an advantage right here. Doc Wilson here is one of the scientists who was involved in the project, I'm willing to be he was a major part of it too considering the neat abilities he's discovered he has... We could pick his brain for some of the history of the project and then use what you know to reconstruct a list of doctors involved. If you know where the original lab was and if it's still standing we could also raid the place to see if there was anything remaining that we could use.... and if there's anybody from the project who's still alive that would know we could always.... persuade them...."
Smith looked up from his hands. "If any case, we've got to get our asses moving before the zombies decide that this would make a good target, cause my guess would be that they're going to be crawling out of the woodwork pretty damn soon....." he looked at Shayla. "And we've got to make sure that Shayla doesn't get the Real-Estate deal, I'd rather not have to deal with an enraged Atrianna without Larson in range to redirect her anger." Smith grinned, weakly, talking about kids dying was a sure way to depress anybody.
".50 cal's? Nothing but my Eagles" Sam said, pulling back his jacket to show his slightly modified Desert Eagles."Technically its a .50AE, but it's close enough." Sam dug through his large selection, eventually settling on a SCAR. He pulled out 7 mags for himself, enough for a good amount of shooting, but enough left over for his other rifles of similar caliber.
"You need anything? Your pretty good with that sword, and you can definitely use it in a jiffy, but I find it smarter to take them out from afar before running in." Sam said. He opened his other trunk, showing his collection of Pistols and SMG's.
(This is the part where you choose one. HINT)
Frank Wilson turned his head to look over at Smith.
"By picking my brain I do hope you mean asking me some questions. Well from what I can remember, the lab was in Russia. I don't really remember the names of the other scientists. Being the only American there meant they usually excluded me from things and avoided conversation with me. I will be glad to assist both you and Vlad in where ever we may go."
"And we've got to make sure that Shayla doesn't get the Real-Estate deal, I'd rather not have to deal with an enraged Atrianna without Larson in range to redirect her anger."
Shayla lightly punched Smith on the shouler.
"For your information I've already been in nearly seven life or death situations in the past year."
".50 cal's? Nothing but my Eagles" Sam said, pulling back his jacket to show his slightly modified Desert Eagles."Technically its a .50AE, but it's close enough." Sam dug through his large selection, eventually settling on a SCAR. He pulled out 7 mags for himself, enough for a good amount of shooting, but enough left over for his other rifles of similar caliber.
"You need anything? Your pretty good with that sword, and you can definitely use it in a jiffy, but I find it smarter to take them out from afar before running in." Sam said. He opened his other trunk, showing his collection of Pistols and SMG's.
(This is the part where you choose one. HINT)
(lol ok)
He inspects the guns thoroughly, then looks up at Sam holding up the SMGs, "What type of SMG are these? I've never seen them before."
"Sure," he said. "So you've been in seven 'life-or-death' situations in the psat year. But, do you know what these things are llike? I don't know how much your mother has told you about Chicago, but it was the scariest time of my life. It wasn't that we were being shot at, no, if we were bitten we would become one of them. Mindless, controlled, killers.
"I think I've talked about Chicago more in the past day than I have the rest of the past three years combined." He sighed. "I know that the Army feared that I would become a psychopath because of the effects of Chicago.... I was able to avoid the shrink, but just barely." He paused before realizing how this would probably sound to Shayla. "This isn't to scare you off from coming with us, but to tell you what it will be like. You're old enough to make you're own decisions, but I can't see you wanting to have a pair of forty-somethings and Doc Wilson for company." He caught Doc Wilsom making a rude gesture towards him and grinned in response.
"And, yes, Wilson. Picking your brain is asking you some very involved questions."
"Just a few Uzis, modified, MP5's, also modified, and this puppy..." Sam said, pulling out a Heckler & Koch submachine gun. "this is an MP7, 4.7x30mm, gas operated, rotating bolt, fully automatic, unless otherwise selected, nine-fifty rounds a minute, and a 40 round mag." Sam finished off, over exagerating his breath.
"I got two of these." Sam said, thinking of duel wielding mayhem.
"If any case, we've got to get our asses moving before the zombies decide that this would make a good target, cause my guess would be that they're going to be crawling out of the woodwork pretty damn soon....."
"Da. I'm waiting for Tovarisch Yuri to respond, with good news, like support from the Kremlin...which is doubtful, but my credability has tripled in value due to Chicago, so you never know. I'm surprised they haven't recalled me to Moscow yet..."
"And we've got to make sure that Shayla doesn't get the Real-Estate deal, I'd rather not have to deal with an enraged Atrianna without Larson in range to redirect her anger." Smith grinned, weakly, talking about kids dying was a sure way to depress anybody.
Vlad raised an eyebrow and had a confused look on his face.
"Real..Estate Deal? Uhhh..."
It took him a little to get their meaning, even if he had been speaking english often, and getting used to their customs, slang in general was hard to pick up for him.
"Oh yeah, of course, wouldn't want that to happen. She has enough people on her list to kill."
"For your information I've already been in nearly seven life or death situations in the past year."
Vlad listened carefully to what Smith said in response to that, and nodded in agreement with him.
"You have a lot of spirit, Shayla, like your mother...but what happens in battle, in war, or any form of combat, especially with the undead, can never really be explained and understood. This would be a good experience for you, if you wished to help in fighting these creatures. That, or it could be pretty boring for you young people. And Smith, it's just 4-0, not forty-something....don't remind me." Vlad chuckled after that last bit.
"And, yes, Wilson. Picking your brain is asking you some very involved questions."
"Actually, Wilson, we meant dissecting you," Vlad smiled after the sarcastic remark.
"And, yes, A. Picking your brain is asking you some very involved questions."
Frank sighed in relief and nodded his head.
"I'll try to help you as much as I can."
"Actually, Wilson, we meant dissecting you,"
He smiled a bit, knowing that Vlad was kidding.
"I'll have to pass on that, Getting killed once is enough times for me."
Atrianna's cargo plane roared across the Pacific as it headed back toward Japan at full speed.
Atrianna sat next to the hummer, idly playing with a pistol she had stolen from the back of the truck.
"We're going to need everyone else with us for this. Vlad, Smith, everyone. We might even have to take Shayla into action against them this time. If what Aiden said is true then New York was most likely a testing ground for the new virus."
She turned back toward the pilot.
"Estimated time to Kyoto?"
"Five hours ma'm."
Good.
"Just a few Uzis, modified, MP5's, also modified, and this puppy..." Sam said, pulling out a Heckler & Koch submachine gun. "this is an MP7, 4.7x30mm, gas operated, rotating bolt, fully automatic, unless otherwise selected, nine-fifty rounds a minute, and a 40 round mag." Sam finished off, over exagerating his breath.
"I got two of these." Sam said, thinking of duel wielding mayhem.
"I'll take two MP5s." said Xero.
"I've gathered that there're zombies running around but what's exactly is going on? Where did they come from?" asked Xero.
Suddenly he fell to his knees holding his wounded shoulder from earlier.
"Sir my sensors indicate that you are infected on a large scale yet your mind and body seem to be unchanged i am scanning your body to see why." said AIRA.
"What's...happening? My...shoulder is burning!" he struggled to say in pain.
Sam watched Xero writhe in pain.
"You've been infected!! My GOD!! I have the cure, somewhere." Sam said, running to the Jeep to look for the vial of brownish liquid that should kill the Virus. He found it in the glove compartment.
He ran back. "Xero, hold still!" Sam yelled, holding him down so he could administer the cure.
Xero slowly stopped squirming.
"You should be healed now. I'm gonna tell you a story..." Sam began.
A few minutes later...
"And that's everything, and, if you meet Vlad, don't hold it against him. He's a nice guy, underneath all that Russian fury of his" Sam chuckled.
Sam watched Xero writhe in pain.
"You've been infected!! My GOD!! I have the cure, somewhere." Sam said, running to the Jeep to look for the vial of brownish liquid that should kill the Virus. He found it in the glove compartment.
He ran back. "Xero, hold still!" Sam yelled, holding him down so he could administer the cure.
Xero slowly stopped squirming.
"You should be healed now. I'm gonna tell you a story..." Sam began.
A few minutes later...
"And that's everything, and, if you meet Vlad, don't hold it against him. He's a nice guy, underneath all that Russian fury of his" Sam chuckled.
"My brother...when he bit me...he said something about me becoming a hybrid like him. What did he mean? What's going to happen to me? Am I going to become a monster?" Xero questioned Sam.
"I'll have to pass on that, Getting killed once is enough times for me."
Vlad laughed, "Da...indeed, that is something I can agree with."
He then looked at Shayla.
"Shayla, do you have anything to contact your mother with? We'll want to know what she's up to if we're going coordinate a counter-strike."
"Shayla, do you have anything to contact your mother with? We'll want to know what she's up to if we're going coordinate a counter-strike."
Shayla threw Vlad a cellphone which he grabbed from out of midair.
"Number is 255-3635. Mom says to use it only in an emergency."
Plane
Atrianna knelt down against the ground and narrowed her eyes at the mysterious sound that was now echoing through the cargo deck.
What the hell is that? Sounds like something is moving down there.
A moment later, it clicked.
I...brought down the plane...and no one checked the lower deck!
"Battle Stations! We've got company!"
A hand punched through the deck and was instantly shot off by a blast from her Tactical 12 gauge.
"They're on the plane! We have intruders on the plane!"
Breaking into quick action, this time Aiden ran forward and tried to find someone with a weapon. It just happened to be the same guard from earlier.
"Give me a weapon, damn it, I've got better aim than you!" Aiden said to the big burly man. The guard flinched. And handed him a pistol. The statement was undoubtedly true, however, and Aiden intended to make good on that statement.
"Thank you," said Aiden with false gratitude, and caught up to Atrianna, who was shooting some of the zombies trying to get into the plane.
Taking down one of them with a headshot, he turned to her. "What do we do now?" It was indeed a very valid question, as they were stuck aboard a plane that had likely just landed in the midst of a zombie-overrun installation. What a wonderful day this was turning out to be.
"What do we do now?"
"Now...we shoot and hope that they don't screw up the plane any more then they already did. We're already losing the ability to stay in the air and we're right over Kyoto."
She looked through the window, momantarily distracted.
"There's the house. I can see it from there."
She heard a groan behind and fired without looking, blowing a brute back down into the hole from wence it came.
"You. Get a parachute and get your girlfriend out of here. My team'll be following you down to make sure they don't follow you. I'll handle matters up here."
Atrianna tossed her team and Aiden and his girlfriend each a chute.
"Go! Go! Go! Move it as fast as you can!"
"No, you'll be normal-ish. You're just gonna be bombarded with voices. Or, at least, Aiden was. He's the first hybrid, he was partly controlled by the Hive-Mind, the thing that made the undead be so smart." Sam explained to Xero. Then he handed him the MP5's and ten mags.
"You know how to use it, right?" Sam said, sarcastically.
"Number is 255-3635. Mom says to use it only in an emergency."
Vlad took the cell phone.
"Thanks.."
He dialed the number quickly and sent the call.
"Now..all we need is for her to pick up...and not be in a dead zone...now that...was a really really bad pun..."
It was so bad, Vlad didn't laugh, he'd have to work on his jokes.
Atrianna's cell phone had been ringing but she had been too busy trying to deal with the sneakiest brute she had ever seen.
"Hold still!"
The Brute ducked below the blast and tried running up to her again only to have it's head blown open when she had reaquired her target.
"Hello?" She shouted over the gunshots.
Oh boy...Just went right over the house. I wonder if Shayla saw me go over the house. Be funny as hell if Vlad did.
"Yes i do, i prefer swords though so i may not use them as much." said Xero.
"Whoa what about my abilities? You know, running fast and jumping high like i did." said Xero quickly remembering that he had just been cured.
"Sir, if i may interject." said AIRA, "That was all me."
"You?" Xero asked.
"Yes." AIRA replied.
"So let me list them off." Xero said.
"Super speed?"
"Me."
"Super Jumps?"
"Still me."
"Huh...ok so what abilities would i have had as a hybrid?" asked Xero.
"Readings indicate that your chest would have split open and tenticles would have extened from your body and you would probably mutated on a massive scale." AIRA said, "Also, I have other capabilities if you would like me to list them off."
"Huh...?" Xero started.
"Here is the list of what is left: Super strength which is what causes you to dig up the ground when you run. You can fly, but this is only recommended if you need to make a quick get away and only need to fly a short distence. You shoot liquid nitrogen from the palms of the suit which freezes on contact." she listed.
"That's it?" asked Xero.
"Yes." she replied.
"Was my dad planning on me going into a zombie war or something?" asked Xero.
"I do not know sir, there is no record of him being involved in the first incident and it is not possible to be responcible for this one. However, I am only programmed with data that he wanted you to know, you may want to ask the suvivors from the previous incident if they came in contact or encounter your father." AIRA said.
"Sam? Do you know if my father was involved in the creation of these things in the first incident? His name is Samuel Crypmaw, he was a scientist.
"Hello?"
Vlad was about to answer, right as the sound of roaring jet engines deafened what he was going to say.
What is a large jet like that doing here? Kyoto has restricted airspace in this residential sector...
"Attriana, that wouldn't happen to be you who just flew above us...I've gotta very strong feeling that it is."
"Attriana, that wouldn't happen to be you who just flew above us...I've gotta very strong feeling that it is."
She fired off another round at another one of the creatures.
"Yes! Busy! Can't talk right now! Snuck on the plane! Gotta go!"
She watched as Aiden, his girl friend and her solders all jumped out of the plane with parachutes attached.
She then took a quick look at the vehicle.
It has a parachute...
"Yes! Busy! Can't talk right now! Snuck on the plane! Gotta go!"
And just like that she hung up.
"Hmmm...well, good news is, she's very close, very very close...but something happened, and I think she stole a plane.."
Well, at least that's what I think, certainly something she would do, not very clear on what was happening, but anyway, she'll be back soon...
"I'll be back."
Vlad walked quickly outside and took out a pair of binoculars from his bag, and began searching the skies for the inevitable sign of a plane probably going out of control...or parachutes.