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ok so I have a Different strain in me I'm fine with that seeing as the people I infect will probably be just as smart and I'm planning to take bunchie on a road trip out of the city looking for a fresh patch to infect so there will be more resistance against him and his specials and to up the difficulty and area

"Novak and Risa we will have to test out your abilities as special zombies before we move out. the Mall has been secured and my kin are arriving to keep the area ours we have a foothold here in this city and my kin will continue to spread my influence when we leave" said bunchie

"but where are we going isn't this place home" said Risa "I remember hearing something about a quarantine zone around the city how do you propose we get through that" questioned Novak "the living will let us through we don't look zombified if we wear concealing cloths I almost look completely human except for my skin and claws but they can be covered up with gloves and make up as for Novak gloves and a jacket would disguise you and Risa only needs to cover her arm with a coat or something" said bunchie

"Yeah but how do we tell them to let us through and what about the lesser kin" questioned Novak "we don't talk rudimentary vocalizations should be enough annoyed grunts and sighs should work and as for the lesser kin they stay behind and a few cause a distraction nearby to keep the guards from asking too many questions and let us through with out a fuss" said bunchie

"leaving our back up here is suicide but I see your logic and I cant say that I'm overly keen on a vegetarian diet here I want fresh meat and its too difficult to find easy prey around here but for the plan to work we will need to fight the instinct of biting, eating or killing the guards I can do that as for you bunchie chew some gum or something so we shouldn't have a problem UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE RISA STOP EATING THE LESSER KIN THEY ARE ALLIES NOT FOOD!" Yelled Novak

"Bbut I'm hungry and I can't help it I need meat" said Risa who had just taken a bite out of a zombies shoulder the zombie on the other hand didn't notice and continued wandering around "Hmm that's a problem but it can't be helped we will need to calm Risa down before we make our move any comfort food you can recommend Novak" said Bunchie

"if shes acting the same as she usually does chocolate a lot of chocolate" said Novak in a serious tone "we'll raid the nearby mini market for chocolate before leaving then" said bunchie "make that 2 mini markets of chocolate" said Novak pointing at Risa who was back to eating pieces of other zombies bunchie face palmed because it seemed like the right thing to do at this point before he realized that his claws just missed his face

"note to self never face palm or allow Risa around the lesser kin" thought bunchie

(after much gathering of chocolate (and devouring of lesser kin by Risa))

" OK were ready to go but first the ability test" said an annoyed bunchie after he set up a training course using clothing store mannequins "first up Novak" said bunchie as he took a seat on the side line. Novak took position and aimed his arm at the mannequins and firing 4 purple spines into the first slightly less powerful than bullets but still damaging enough bunchie had 3 zombies on the side lines with numbered cards the zombies then held up the numbers 5,4 and a 2 Novak then aimed at the next target with a larger spine from his back that he had to load onto his arm first he then fired the large spike impaling the dummy through the head the zombies held up 5,8 and a 2. Novak ran at the last target with a greenish retractable spine hitting it in the neck while a green fluid oozed out the zombies gave him a 6,4 and 2 again.

"good work Novak you are in the running for Zombie Idol" said bunchie jokingly as Novak made a annoyed grunt "Risa your turn" said bunchie but was shocked to see two targets decapitated and the third turned into a puddle the zombies were holding up a 10,10 and of course 2 "doesn't that zombie give any other score?" snapped Novak "he can only count that high and that's the secret for being the mean judge" replied bunchie only to see another zombie fall to Risa's hunger "lets leave before she eats all of them" said bunchie "Agreed" said Novak as they took Risa and the chocolate and begin their approach to the quarantine zone.

(the only reason the zombie Judging panel appeared and were able to score things was purely for rule of funny the rule that in games or shows dictates that as long as its funny common sense and physics need not apply)

USE SOME PUNCTUATION! SERIOUSLY!
"Alright, I am going to go out and see how things are further out. I will keep the radio with me, and if any trouble arises, I will get back as fast as I can," BJ said while going to start up his bike. He strapped down the illegal rifle to his bike, balancing the bike along with his M60. He loaded the back with ammo, clipped the radio to his collar, and revved the bike. "Any objections?" He asked.

bjrocks1 wrote:A zombie is dead but reanimated, HOW MANY TIMES MUST I SAY THIS!

So bunchie is infected, but not a zombie?
"Go ahead," said BenBen, blasting more zombies with his pistols. Have the time, he decided to wonder why he was called BenBen and not simply Ben or Benben.

Gamma, I couldn't agree more but at the same time the specials I create are under my control but have their own opinions and personality as well as the freedom to do as they wish until an order is given and fulfill an order as they see fit cause if my guy just run around giving orders to brainless and completely devoid shells things would get boring and its fun to have NPC specials with personality.

Bunchie, Novak and Risa had arrived at the quarantine wall "Stop, survivors welcome to the quarantine wall, first we'll need some statements and some documents signed to assure that the fiasco here does not reach the populace of the world and then we will run a blood test to see if you are infected before we release you" said the soldier before escorting them to the quarantine wall "Bunchie what do you think the soldier said " whispered Novak "He said that he wants us to sign a few papers and take a blood test" replied Risa "Risa how come you can understand them" said bunchie "She took extensive amounts of language tutoring when she was little she can probably remember how the living speak" said Novak before the group entered the base.

"Ready yourselves" said bunchie before a loud explosion was heard outside and the sound of screams and gun fire "What was that?" questioned Novak "The first part of my plan, some of our lesser kin are sending vehicles into the wall to cause damage to the structure, then they rush in with specials to destroy this segment and distract the guards" replied bunchie "How did they learn to drive?" asked Novak "They didn't they're about as good at driving as a drunk minor, but what they know is enough to ram a giant wall" replied bunchie "What about the specials, last time I checked we didn't have any among our kin" said Novak "And that's the beauty of my plan the screams, explosions and gunfire will draw zombies from a large radius to this area" replied bunchie with a smirk on his face as the soldier that had escorted him and the military personal went to their positions only leaving medical and science officers.

Bunchie, Novak and Risa got through the section of blockade that had been over run by zombies and hijacked a jeep allowing them to reach a nearby sub-urban town.

"okay first things first, we will need to find a place with no people nearby so that we can launch strikes into living territory with out being discovered then you two infect a few citizens with the virus and bring the new lesser kin to the hideout so that we can keep them out of the livings view then we find a way to secure supplies without arising the suspicion of the living is that clear" said bunchie "yeah we heard you" said Novak as they past the Docks "what about there its abandoned" said Risa pointing to an abandoned shipping warehouse "perfect" said bunchie as he drove the jeep into the warehouse "good, now what do we do" said Novak "we rest for a bit, I get the shipping container" said bunchie "I call the control room" said Novak "and I get the staff room" stated Risa.

"Why do you always get the biggest place Risa" said an irate Novak "Because I'm female and need privacy which the control room doesn't have because there are windows everywhere in there" said an annoyed Risa "No fighting you two Risa has a right to privacy and its our job to honor each others rights, we may be zombies but respect for each others rights is necessary and is something that we have in common with the living, it also separates us from the lesser kin" said bunchie trying to stop them before a fight broke out

"Fine but I don't have to like it" said Novak "Yes I get the mini fridge" said Risa "Wait did you just use the privacy argument and the fact that your the only female here to get a mini fridge... that's just messed up" said bunchie before retreating to his shipping container leaving the other two to their rooms.

As BJ left, he heard a few small explosions. He kicked the bike into top gear and sped off. He noticed that large crowds of zombies were swarming towards the explosions, not caring for BJ's presence. As BJ weaved through them, he neared a large wall. "Whoa..." He muttered as he approached. There was a hole in the wall, some wrecked vehicles, and some fire. BJ parked his bike in an alleyway and brough tout his M60. He blasted his way to the wall and found a room. He went in. "No way... Bunchie?" BJ asked, seeing three figures in the room.

Gamma sees BJ rush out on his bike, so he grabs a belt of grenades and jumps on the back, almost falling off. He clings on, then nearly gets sent over the side when BJ parks.
"Dude. Next time you do that, warn us before hand."
He looks inside the building, and sees three zombies... talking? He yells to BJ, "Cover me!" then runs inside with his explosive rifle prepared.

BJ rubs his eyes and sees no-one was there. He shrugs before spinning around with his M60 to mow down lines of zombies. "We should clear the area so survivors can come into the city, it would make a better stronghold for them," BJ said while reloading. He then cleared the path to the alleyway where his bike was parked. He stood in the alleyway mowing down the zombies.

Guys you need to discuss this stuff OUTSIDE the thread if you aren't gonna post actual rp content... I don't think I'll go through and delete all this this time, but next time... seriously.

"It's night, not a good time but this building won't secure it's self."

Lunar grabs the fence (I suppose there was some in the warehouse) and things and gets to work assembling the cages inside. He finds a big rolling cart to move them on. He fences off one of the big rolling doors on the inside quickly, then goes outside and places each fence portion one by one, bolting them to the wall and ground. Thanks to the cover Lunar is still alive. He get's inside and closes the doors. He re-fences the bigger doors so that you can drive in, have someone pick off the zombies to safely exit the car. He also goes to each walk in door and installs peep holes, Just in case a zombie does get through the fence and bangs on the door, you can see if the coast is clear. All possible entrances to the building are now secure, Lunar feels pretty sure that nothing is getting in without help. He goes around the doors double checking his bolting. Everything is fine but one piece of fence. He heads out to check it and fix it. But as he starts back in to the building a group of zombies appears, the sound of the work must have attracted a group. He grabs his gun and carves a path through them and heads for another door. The zombies grab at him but he gets through. He grabs another gun off his belt and picks off the zombies from a distance, killing the small group off. He heads inside. As he closes the door and heads to the main room he falls. The adrenalin is wearing off and he notices his leg... he's been bit.

"Fuck..." He says audibly.

He stumbles over to a couch and lays down... he has some time.
He takes these last moments to check the inside fence, everything's fine anyway. He grabs a few things and makes something special for him self.

He yells to the team "Guys... gotta problem. I got bit, but I'm not letting this end in a boring fashion. I believe in quality of life not quantity."

He puts on a vest and walks out to the loading area, smoking a cigarette, he quit until now. He pulls out his 9mm when he's a decent amount of distance away from the building and fires 7 shots into the air. He waits, the pain is great in his leg now, it's hard to stand and he has a fever.

"Better happen fast." He wispers

The rush comes, zombies left right and all around. He lights a fuse with his cigarette. It sparks up and goes down his chest into his vest.

"It's been great guys! Enjoy this last little gift!"

First is the stream of sparks, draw them in. Then some noise making, get them to move. Then the explosion, four simultaneous explosions actually, ripping him apart, the last thing he see's is the blue and purple sparks, no pain, he suffers 3rd degree burns for maybe a second, it fries all his nerves. It's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen he's in the middle of a fiery dance, the middle of a firework explosion the colors slowly bluing and mixing. The few seconds last what seems hours, he takes it all in, he feels utter bliss. He thinks of the short encounter and how he was able to help in the time he experienced it. He thinks of how he may have helped save a few lives. He thinks how he had the dream job and put it to practice. His life is complete, and he got to end it in a bad ass way. He thinks 'No heart attack for me. Boring. I got to go in a way that few will. I got to take out some of these bastards doing it.'. He hopes the others are watching, and he hopes they enjoy the show, instead of lamenting the loss, for now at least. Then his vision fades, he doesn't even feel the fall, He doesn't notice anything else. It's done. Zombies can kiss his ass if they can find it.

An explosion ripples through the streets. BJ jumps on his bike and revs it. "Gamma, we're leaving. Get on now, I feel something bad just happened. Whoever did that made one hell of a blast... I wish I could have seen it," BJ says while getting the bike in gear. He had already strapped his MG oon the side of the bike.

Gamma leaps on the bike and hangs on.

"Clear the streets," was the last thing BJ said before kicking the kickstand and shooting off down the street. He weaved through the zombies, using flipped cars as ramps, darted through back alleys, and soon reached the warehouse. "You still with me?" he asks Gamma.

"Just barely," says Gamma, catching his breath. He stares at the area in front of the warehouse. A shallow crater is there, along with a visible blast radius. Worst of all, it looks as if somebody's body has been ripped apart by the explosion. He scans the faces of the others, and realizes it was Lunar. He drops down on a rock, feeling light-headed.

"Shit," BJ mutters. It was part of BJ's personality to protect anyone he started getting along with, but now he had lost two friends and allies. He unslung his MG, roared in anger, and mowed down zombies, yelling out words that were too hard to catch and make sense of. Once he had mowed down a few large mobs of zombies, he fell to his knees, bowed his head, placed his MG in front of him, and sat still.

Gamma punches a hole through a crate, then grabs a light machine gun, his explosive rifle, a belt of grenades, and a pistol. He walks up to BJ.
"I'm going to go kick some zombie ass. You can come."
He climbs onto a bike and waits to see if BJ is coming.

BJ stands with a cruel glint in his eye. He jumps on his bike and speeds off, MG still in hand. He blasts nearby zombies in his rage, before almost losing his balance. he hopped off, shot some more, before riding his bike back to the warehouse and collapsing.

Gamma roars out on the bike, steering with one hand and propping the machine gun against his chest with the other. He drives out to an anonymous section of the city, ripping down zombies. He parks just long enough to switch over to his explosive rifle, then rides through a neighborhood, firing off shots and blasting craters into houses and roads. He tosses a few grenades at an office building, and watches as the manicured lawn is set on fire, torching several zombies. He heads back to the warehouse after grabbing the machine gun again, peppering houses, trucks, and zombies with bullet holes on his way. He drives right over a zombie, then throws a grenade at an oil tanker, sending a huge column of flame into the air. He looks on, satisified, as it burns down a few square yards. He then pulls up at the warehouse, and shoots twice with his rifle, blowing two more holes in the already ruined terrain.

Bunchie is perched above the shipping warehouse looking out at the town "Why do I have a strong pain in my stomach?" thought bunchie who dismissed it in an instant as Novak had just woken up "Yo bunchie want coffee I'm gonna go out and get some what kind do you like" said Novak.

"Mocha" replied bunchie "good so a mocha for you and a double grande, split shot, extra hot, soy intense dark chocolate mocha with no foam, one extra raw sugar and extra whipped cream, with a sleeve on the cup, half-caf, grande rice milk latte with five dashes of cinnamon in the bottom of the cup, two pumps sugar-free Irish cream syrup, very light foam, 175 degrees, in my personal cup so I get a 10 cent discount for me" said Novak "so you like coffee" said a bewildered bunchie "yeah its good" replied Novak "how do you plan on getting it?" asked bunchie who was skeptical of the idea "I have a voice recording of any coffee I may ever want and everybody sounds like a zombie this early in the morning" replied a strangely cheerful Novak

"first, why did you make a voice recording...Second, why are you trying to ditch me" asked a worried bunchie "well mornings leave people sluggish so my order may not be understood if it were me talking and secondly I'm not trying to ditch you I Just want some coffee...aaaand my sister isn't a morning person.bye" said Novak before dashing out of the warehouse

"huh, what was that about" said bunchie before noticing Risa was up "uh, hey Risa your brother just went to get coffee, ohhh crap" said bunchie before being flung by a half awake Risa "Not a morning person is an understatement" said bunchie noticing that Risa was just staggering around before she hit her head on a pole and staggered off "huh, I suppose every zombie has its quirks...specials more than others." said bunchie before redirecting Risa away from another pole.

"I have coffee" said Novak as he entered the warehouse "so what now" said Novak while drinking his specialty coffee "we need to find a good resource of corpses and income preferably in the same place" said bunchie taking a sip of his mocha "well I heard a piece of gossip that the town morgue owner just took the contract for all the towns burials meaning that he has the corpses and the money" said Novak finishing his coffee "then lets infect him once he's on our side he'll have no choice but to help us" said bunchie whilst finishing his mocha

(later at the morgue grounds up a tree)
"Novak keep look out if there is any chance that we will be discovered shoot the threat with your spines, Risa your with me" said bunchie before jumping off of his perch on a tree followed by Risa the two opened the back door and snuck into the morgue "Risa search the morgue for employees when spotted infect them okay no eating" said bunchie before Risa headed off into the employees lounge as bunchie entered the office "oh hello sir how may I help you" said the morgue owner before being silenced by a bite to the shoulder.

(later)
the morgue had been taken the employees had became normal zombies while the morgue owner who goes by the name of Dr Richards had transformed into a special that acted like a chameleon being able to take the appearance of things and people and could even speak living which meant that the morgue could continue running, albeit with alternate motives.