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Thread: The Newest Virum

The group was struggling. We had lost three fighters already to these undead bastards, Harding, Brook, and Northway. We had to keep on chugging though. They had caught radio signals from a nearby town, the great city of New York, the Big Apple. Funny thing though, ever since this Non-threatening virus started turning people into walking, flesh-eating, thoughtless little fucks, the world went crazy. It only served logic that higher density cities like this would be absolutely swarming with Zed. Right? Right. The media had labelled it as 'Dutch Flu', started out as a cough but wasn't easily detected. The very first sign didn't happen with the Dutch though. It happened in Miami, with some guy eating another guy's face. They originally thought it was LSD, but it wasn't A few of us were prepared, the conspiracy theorists and such. And now, having survived as long as we have, we have seen hell, been there and back again. Everyone has lost something. Well, no more. Here we put our feet down. This little fort we're heading to, we'll stand there. Stand and fight back against these rotting, walking corpses. Today, we begin to rebuild. And we will not back down. The leader, Trystan Nemico clapped the book shut, putting the small thing into his coat pocket. On his back, a light assault rifle. Almost everyone in his group had a gun of some sort. One even had a fully automatic machine gun. It worked too, or else they wouldn't have brought it along. Zombies don't have fear. A moan could be heard in the distance. They had entered one of the residential areas. Places like these were normally chock full of crawlers. Alright guys. Take this nice, slow, and quiet. From what I understand, the place shouldn't be far away now. The group nodded, some pulling back the actions on their weapons. The more they walked down the empty, blood-soaked road, the more they started to wonder. What if they were too late? What if they arrived to find the place overrun with Zed? Well.... they'd just have to clear it, that's all. Clear it, or die. They weren't running anymore.
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Tapping herself on the shoulder signaled one of her partners and there was a dash along the ground, she then moved from her hiding space and darted after. Alisha kept her eyes pealed, there were not as many as there were, but there were still a lot around - though they seemed to be elsewhere at the moment - probably in the buildings, scavanging. Alisha had her light brown hair pulled into a low pony-tail to keep it out of her hazel eyes. She was fit, most out of shape people had already been taken. She took a moment to look around the great city of New York, it was once a beautiful place, now it was infested with the infected. She currently stood on 14th street, there was a store a little ways ahead and she needed to get some supplies. Her partner was in front of her, a strange companion - a dog that looked to weigh about thirty-five pounds - it was slim and resembeled a pointerterrier mix. Short hair, black patches, a nub for a tail and one floppy ear, the other perked high. It was quiet on it's feet as it stalked through the streets. Alisha had been training the dog for years, she had him before the virus came out, there was a bond between them then - it's only grown stronger. The Zed didn't like animals, they would take them if they could, but dogs were too quick and could sense them - they had a smell that could be picked up. Her companion also had a pack on it that had pouches. Alisha herself had a backpack as well. Clothed in a red tank-top and dark blue jeans she tried to be simple. There was a tan over her skin showing she spent a lot of time outside. She wasn't that big, only five foot three inches - but she was quick and talented. She wore a gun belt that currently she had two pistols strapped and extra clips as well as a few knifes. Finally to the store, she suck quietly in - she had already disactivated the bell that made noise when one would open the door, she tapped her shoulder again and her dog went in first. She waited. When the dog came back and didn't leave the building she knew it was safe. She slid fully in and quickly gathered what she needed, using her backpack as well as her dogs pack. She slid back out, a moan, a single one. She quickly pulled one pistol that had a silencer on it, it wasn't long before it caim into view - her companion at her side, growling softly but not making a move or barking - he was taught well. She took aim quickly and one shot to the head took the beast down. She moved quickly - others would be coming soon, she wanted to get home.
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Somehow, the zombies had figured out where him and his not so merry band were, and decided that it was lunch time. They saw Zed coming, and did the only thing they could do. They went into a nearby house and readied their guns. They had enough ammo, hopefully, they just didn't know how many zombies were out there. Alright guys, they know we're here. No sense in being quiet now eh? The small group grumbled in approval. Mickey, get that MG ready. Let's raise hell. Everyone raised their fists, 4 people going upstairs, everyone else busting out a window and opening fire. Trystan was upstairs, having had attached his scavenged scope to the top of his gun. The zombies fell quickly, either with missing heads, or with their brains on the pavement. There was however, a duo that wasn't firing. They had two massive tanks on their back that sloshed around when they moved, with a hose connecting to a sprayer. It was a makeshift flamethrower. Secure the doors! The flamethrowers nodded, opening the door and letting loose a stream of flaming diesel fuel at the Zed. They screamed and gurgled as they were burned to a crisp. The fire never let up, the sound of the MG going off reverberating across several of the silent city blocks. It was deep and thunderous, hard to mistake as something else. That loud booming was accompanied by the short burst of crackles that was easily identifiable. Eventually, the horde began to thin out, and soon was dissipated altogether. Bullet casings littered the carpet, some still smoking, a few still hot. Well..... I think we just about told the entire city of New York that we were here. Let's get out of here. Might want to find some more ammo. Or a crowbar or something. Everyone nodded and started packing up again. Trystan took out his little book and started writing. 'Not the heart, not the gut, it's gotta be the head. Otherwise you're just wasting ammo. Although, a little oomph in the gut never hurt anyone. Besides Zed.' He chuckled, closing the book and storing it. So far, so good. They'd need to send out their scavengers to find some more equipment, food, and ammo.
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Alsiha was close enough that she could almost feel the MG go off. Her partner whined a little, she patted her partner on the head, and pulled off her backpack. She transfered some of the mediciine she grabbed to her dogs pack and grabbed some extra amo and put it in her backpack. Home. she commanded the dog, it sprinted off quickly. She stood up and slid her backpack back on as she started towards the noise. She got there just in time to see the swarm dead, she smirked to herself, Not bad, She said, kind of impressed. Though there would be more coming. She moved quietly to the back of the house and pushed the back door open with her foot, Hello? She called into the house, With the carnage out here, I'm assuming there are some survivors in here... She kept off to the side of the door, she didn't want to get shot by accident, or if there was noone alive in there, she had her gun ready - just in case. Alisha kept her eyes open for any sounds of moaning, but all was quiet, it would be a while before any others came around, generally they generally kept in different sections. They weren't totally bright, but they weren't just all in one huge group, they wandered in smaller hoards, unless it was a feeding frenzy - then they would all come, slowly but surely. Alisha couldn't help her mind from racing, thinking on how many there were, what they were like, it wasn't very common to find survivors in the city, most avoided it because of the large population of Zed, others didn't travel smart and ended up getting killed.
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The leader grinned, strapping his rifle securely to his back before motioning for everyone to go out. Then he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, and in a flash had a snub nose pistol drawn and pointed at the source. After a moment, he realized it wasn't a zombie. It was a human, completely alive girl, and her dog. Heh. Don't sneak up on people like that hun. Good way to get yourself shot ya know? Although that is a nice little dog ya got there. He chuckled, looking back at his crew. Some were dressed in heavy military armor, others donned Recon armor, but all of them had some sort of militaristic protection on them. Even their guns looked to be army grade, except for their two jury rigged flamethrowers. Trystan holstered his gun, adjusting his standard vest and his helmet before outstretching his hand. Name's Trystan. Leader of what remains of Newark. Me and a few army buddies had just enough time to grab our weapons, even give a few civilians basic weapons training. He motioned to his group, grinning widely. Had to walk all the way from New Jersey, so they got plenty of experience. We got a radio message saying there was a fort of some sort here, one that was secure, at least for the time being. Figured they could use some more gunpower. The soldier grinned, seeing a crawler making it's way towards them, he nodded to another soldier and started walking towards it. This new soldier had a scar running the length of his face, jagged and twisted, although how they'd managed to get through his heavy armour and reinforced helmet was unfathomable. I'm Jack. Trystan's right hand man. You want a decision made, you go through me, and then him. As long as that's understood, we'll have no problems. He hefted his Assault Rifle, a few grenades jingling on his belt. It was obvious the man had been through a bit of crap. Trystan meanwhile had arrived at the crawler. Well hello there little guy. Whaddya doing so far from the rest of your group eh? The zombie took a swing, but it only hit air. Without hesitation, the soldier lifted his boot and stomped on the skull. It cracked way too easily to have been crushed by a regular boot though. Maybe this one was weighted?
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Alisha shrugged, Couldn't have risked running in just chatting away if you had happened to be crawlers, she retorted, sliding her pistol back into her holster. She eyed at their weapons, they had more advanced stuff than her and her group had - it could be handy, and they did hold off that entire hoard. She was standing straight while talking with them, a proud stance. Her dog was sitting at her feet like usual, she wasn't sure if his remark about her dog was good or if he was just being a smartass - dogs weren't common. Well...they were, the ones that were able to get out of their homes or off their chains ended up running in packs, you could find a few packs around the city, but mainly they stayed out - not much food here. She met eyes with Jack, There is a fort here, there aren't very many of us - as I see there aren't of you. You are welcome to join but don't expect anyone to do any of your beck-and-call stuff, she immediately got defensive, she didn't know why, but then again, she was never the best around military people - that probably was because of her dad and mom. Anyway, if you guys really want to join up, follow me. Without waiting for an answer she turned and started walking, her dog just a bit in front of her. The fort actually wasn't that far away, within a few minutes they came to a concrete wall that blocked off a alley, her dog broke away and started in another direction - he knew the way in that best fit him, she would see him inside. She jumped up and climbed on to the wall, it was tall enough that one had to jump, but walkers wouldn't be able to climb, even tall ones - their hand eye coordination wasn't very good. If y'all need a ladder let me know, I have one over on this side. They had many entrances, many of them covered and if one looked close enough on each of the side buildings one could see someone looking out the window, rifle at the ready. The other side of the alley also had a concrete wall, encasing it. If one didn't already notice the person in the window, they would when Alisha raised her hand and waved at them. Her dog appeared in the alley, using very small tunnels, too small for the Zed to get through. From the alley there was a metal door, installed of course - it if the infected got over the walls, there was a handle but it was more of a latch handle - hard for them to grab onto, the door itself was reinforced, as well as having reinforced locks. Alisha didn't have to say anything before the door was pushed open and on the other side stood a young man, blond hair and brown eyes. He was a strapping young lad, mid-twenties. He stood tall, also dressed with a gun belt, extra ammo, he also held a rifle in his hand. About time! Who are they? He asked, nodding toward the others.
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The small company seemed happy to have some more people to help them out. Trystan had heard, and his eyes were filled with something akin to joy. Jack's eyes were still as cold and dead as ever. One might wonder if he was Zed, if it wasn't for the fact that he was probably the best hand to hand fighter here. We'd love to come, and of course, we don't expect you guys to follow our orders. Although, it might help if we had more man power. Trystan shrugged, following her as she made her way down the street, to a walled off alley. He felt Jack tensed, and he knew why. There was a man in a nicely concealed opening with a rifle in hand and ready to fire. Following the girl's lead, he waved, chuckling to himself as the girl vaulted over the wall and started climbing. Well, you certainly have a bit of defensive ability don't you? Impressive. Without trouble, he hefted himself, his armor, and his seemingly heavy pack over the wall all at once, the others following suit and staying with them. They were nimble, although it was fairly easy to tell the civilians from the actual soldiers. One of the civilians jumped though when the dog appeared out of nowhere, just barely managing not to fire at the unexpected surprise. When the man came out of hiding and asked, quite rudely, who they were, Trystan intervened. We are a military company. Or what's left of it, plus a few civvies. In fact, we are the best thing that could've possibly happened to this place since the invention of the machine gun. He shrugged, his armour rustling. Of course, that's unless you don't like trained fighters that have adapted tactics for killing people with guns and intelligence to killing Zed. Then we're the worst thing since.... well... the Zed. He chuckled lightly, one of the soldiers taking out a pair of binoculars. So far, we've gotten a name. The Riffs. The Zombie Kill Squad. Call us what you want, we just want the city back. He patted his soldier on the shoulder, and the man simply offered a few rushed hand signals. Jack frowned, more than usual and pulled out his own pair of binoculars. Oh boy. Uhm, sir.... The hardened face moved towards Trystan's and he whispered something. Ah.... we may want to continue our introductions inside. I think that we have an incredibly large amount of walkers and such incoming.
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We just don't like blind orders, working together on strategies we of course can use your expertise. Coming from New Jersey is not easy, and we know the streets like the back of our hands - together we can get rid of these sickening creatures, she said as they walked. Though she didn't like talking too much on a walk, just in case. The man glared at the troupe untrustingly. Oh, for heavens sake, dipshit - move aside and let us in, Alisha snapped, They can help, they aren't Zed, now step aside before I toss you over the wall! The man huffed but stepped aside, the dog darted in first. The long hallway was was you first stepped in before coming to another metal door. She opened the door and led the way up the stairs and through another steal door, which then opened into what looked like an apartment. There are more apartments, we have them scaterred but still close just in case. We also have buildings throughout the city secured as well, this one and the two on each side are our main ones. In the living room of the apartment were five other people, all of which stood up when they walked in. There were three other males, and two females. The dog - Bo - had found his spot on a dog bed and was already asleep. The room was large, plenty of room and some chairs scattered around. She pulled off her backpack and tossed it to one of the guys - all three of the guys ranged a few inches in size, but none of them were as big as the soldiers. They had survived because of their security, stealth, and knowledge of the city. Uh... one of the men started Who... Before he could answer, the one that answered the door shoved past and said, Alisha did it. Alisha rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips, We can use the help, they are survivors, dipshit, stop being an ass. The guy barked at Alisha, My name isn't dipshit! Stop calling me that! Shut up you two, the male that had caught Alisha's backpack said. He went over and extended his hand, Name's Brad, nice to see some friendly faces in this part of the woods.
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Trystan studied the doors, tilting his head as they made their way through the building, nodding, showing he heard and agreed with the girl. We can definitely liberate the city if we tried. The leader noticed her anxiousness and smiled. Hey, listen, you can relax a little. You have more people. More firepower, and at the very least, you have some fodder. You took us in, I at least owe my life. He shrugged. We only lost a few people, and we did all we could to save them. I mean, hopefully that means something. When they entered the hallway, a few of the group gasped. They hadn't seen such secure walls between them and the undead in a long time. The more they got away from the possibility of death, the more they seemed to lighten up. Even Jack seemed to warm up a bit. Well, we've gotten used to bunking with each other, so we can share rooms. I like the set up though. Very homey, as homey as you can get in these times. The crew nodded in agreement. Although, he was a little disappointed when he saw there were only five other people, three guys and two girls. They had about three among their own, all of which were combat capable. The guys were shorter. They made the soldiers look like tanks in their armor and vests, with their weapons either held loosely or on their backs. The armor even added a slight touch of intimidation factor. And of course, before one of these men could finish a sentence, the one who was holding the rifle at his troops came in and muscled his way past. Alisha did it. Trystan sighed, Jack tensed and clenched a fist, and a few guns clicked ready. Although, the way the girl, Alisha, told him off made them relax, and even a few laughed. When they were done, promptly told to stop by a man from the girl's group, he came to introduce himself. Well, nice to meet you Brad. I could say the same. Sargeant Trystan Nemico at your service. This guy is Jack Trevor, the biggest hard ass this side of the country. He motioned to the rest of his group. And this is my crew. Recently decreased by a 3 though. He shrugged, shaking his head. I'm sure you'll get to know the rest better over time. I'm curious though, Brad. Who's the bigmouth with the rifle? He looked deliberately at the person who was at the opening when they came when he said this, bringing a few snickers from the soldiers.
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Brad laughed, That's Nate, he's a little skeptical of new comers, the last few that came throught weren't very..... he paused and looked over to Alisha, which he was greeted with a huff and she walked into another room. Some bad things happened, He finished. Anyway, he's a dick, but he is a great sniper shot. You already met Alisha, she is a great at gathering, knows this city the best. You've probably met her dog, Bo, he has been trained to smell out zombies and will alert everyone if any ever get too close, he also retrieves stuff if needed. He motioned towards the others, This is our crew, plus two more, they are currently at another building. Everyone but Nate smiled and exchanged pleasantries of greetings. Alisha came out with with a bottle of water for each of the soldiers, offering it to them. Brad continued, It's good to have some experienced hands on board, if you guys see anywhere we can improve our area here is still a work in progress of course. Our weapons room is over there, he motioned, Until you get used to things if you take one of our members with y'all we can also show you the other places - we have weapons, food, and medicine stashed throughout the city - as well as traps. Alisha chimed in, You guys look tired, feel free to relax, it's starting to get dark, there are some rooms unused through there, we've knocked out a piece of built stairs. They had multiple ways to get out of an area, they were all rather handy with constructing things, Nate was actually a construction member before all this happened, even though he didn't look like much. Feel free to also look around if you would like. Nate huffed and went to regain his post in one of the side rooms where he could look out and watch the Zed. I'm going for some air. She remarked to Brad and gave a friendly nod to the soldiers before leaving the door they came in - she was going to the roof, still secured of course. If you want shown around just let us know, but make yourself at home, he turned and returned to the small group - who it was evident that they were now playing cards.
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Trystan nodded, waving at Nate. A sniper hm? Oiyu, Nate. I got something for you. He dug into his pocket, pulling out a scope. It had variable zoom, and even a built in wind compensator. With a flourish, he tossed it at Nate. Don't miss. Zed hate it when you miss. He nodded. Two more? Interesting. When he was handed a bottle of water, he took it, nodding his thanks. Well, Jack doesn't like people, so I guess he'll find his way. Everyone else is pretty friendly. He nodded to Brad. We don't bite much. And when we do bite, it won't kill ya. He grinned, finally removing his helmet to reveal dark blonde, short cropped hair. He was the first to remove any piece of his armor. Medicine will come in handy. We'll need to be careful with ammo though. Not sure there are many NATO rounds around here. Although, I think there's quite a bit at that new naval base they opened up. He tilted his head thoughtfully. That's a ways off though. Probably waste more ammo than we'd ge- do you have any baseball bats? A few men came out from the group and introduced themselves to the others, and almost melted at the mention of rest. They had been on the move at such a fast pace for such a long time. However, Jack followed Nate, at least as far as his post. Then he went back to find a way up to the top of the building. He was just as good an aim as Nate. At least, he thought he was. He wouldn't know until they saw combat. Meanwhile, back on the lower floor, Trystan's crew had either joined the other people in the card game, or had started to take off their armor and clean their equipment. Dried blood smelled funky after a while. Although, any way you look at it, a zombies blood is going to smell funky. It even made some people sick.