Zombie Exhibit

[Sabre]

(I think Kursed has dropped out.)

[Asper Sarnoff]

(Seems so, like everyone else.)

[Kursed]

(Seems so, like everyone else.)

(sorry guys i'm gonna have to drop from roleplaying for awhile)

[Guest Julius Quasar]

(sorry guys i'm gonna have to drop from roleplaying for awhile)

(I'll miss ya') =(

(I know, I'm not supposed to be here, but I wanna tell Kursed I'll miss her)

[Sabre]

(so, should one of us play Krystal or have her get chewed by zombies? Also since we're down to 2, want to finish this quick or go onto 15 pages?)

[Asper Sarnoff]

(I think it would be best to end this quickly now. Agree?)

[Sabre]

(ok, we'll head to the guns. Say they unlocked during the fire. from there, we will take it to the finish of your chioce. I can control Krystal if you want, or you can. We can make her zombie din dins if you want)

"This way." said Sabre moving through the corridoor they were in, into the ajar door leading to the utility space. "We better hurry, we're not supossed to be here." joked Sabre pointing the the red staff only sign on the door. the corridor was small, and mostly grey. Random tat like cleaning supplies and tool boxes were stached against the wall, most likely stashed there on a shift never to be moved until someone else needed them.

Progress was quick. Lage doors marked with numbers at random intervals marked the way. Sabre tried to get his barings by looking at his map which was hoplessly simple. He needed to get his barings, opening one of the large doors, it was heavier then it looked. On the other side, soldiers. It was then he relised these were the back entrances to the sealed exhibits, and they had just struck gold. Lead gold.

[Asper Sarnoff]

Asper followed closely after Sabre and Krystal along the corridors, it feelt good to be making progress again. Away from the undead, and possibly to their escape.

He watched in ave as Sabre pushed open a door, on the other side he could se breathtaking exhibitions.

Realistic dools, dressed up as soldiers from various periods of the history of warfare, stiff soldiers from the napoleonic wars side by side with grim looking troops from the second world war. Along the walls, there were placed hundreds of weapons inside exhibition cabinets. In the center of the room, on top of a fake stone hill were a Sherman tank placed, its barrel aiming far above them, floodlight illuminating it from the rear and creating a dramatic look.

"Bingo!" he mumbled to the others with satisfacted grin on his face.

[Sabre]

It was an amazing sight to behold. However, a think sheet of glass lay between them and the tank. Sabre grabed a replica musket from a dolls hands, bringing one of the arms off in the process. Sabre procceded to beat the glass. Once, twice, finaly a smash. The replica gun was all twisted by this point, not that it was worth anything.

Sabre stepped through the glass, the shartered fragments sounding like gravel beneath his boots. Stopping for a moment to admire the tank, he made a bee line for a Lee Enfield Bolt Action Rifle.

[Asper Sarnoff]

Asper meanwhile had picked up a Heckler & Koch G3, the Ag-3 modell to be specific. He knew because it had been the primary weapon in the armed forces where he had served for a long time. It 7.62mm bullets packed an awesome punch, but it's automatic function would be reduced by the limited ammo he found close to it, only 40 rounds in two 20 round magasines, with this in mind he swithced the fire selector switch over to "E", which meant it would be in semi-automatic mode. He showed one of the magasines in place and placed the second one in his pocket.

"Now, let them come!" he snarled as he turned around to the others, he had managed to fasten the battleaxe he had picked up earlier to his rucksack, but he had now dropped the piece of armor, as it would make it more difficult to wield the gun.

[Sabre]

"Krystal. Go and check down the way, see if we have a clear escape." Sabre ordered. "A G3 eh? I knew someone who was a H&K fan, he had a G36 on his bedroom wall. I'll stick with what I know though." Sabre cocked the rifle, and pulled the trigger which resulted in a loud click. He then loaded a 10 round strip(?) of ammunition. Sabre was no trained soldier, but he'd used on of these before at a shooting range.

[Asper Sarnoff]

(It's perhaps a bit pointless to drag it out much more since there are only you and me left to play, let's end this quick.)

A splintering crash caused Asper to spin around and face the direction of the sound. The main door into the exhebition had been broken down and a countless horde of undead was streaming trough it and heading straight for them.

"Get back into the staff corridors! I'll hold them back for as long as I can." Asper shouted over his shoulder as he flicked the fire selector to fully automatic mode, semi-automatic wouldn't make due against so many opponents, it would be like peeing on a forest fire.

He didn't even knew why he did this, maybe he had realised he would never survive the night anyway. He had grown tired of running, it was not his way! He would end it like his ancestors, the vikings, would have wanted it, go down fighting, and take as many of them with him as he could.

He squesed the trigger and the battle rifle started to spit fire at the approaching tide, zombies were thrown back by the the massive punch of the large caliber bullets. But more stumbled over the still moving bodies of their fallen brethren.

[Sabre]

(I wanted to have some fun, but alright.)

Sabre ran into the corridor. A number of zombies had followed them in, but were still some distence away. Sabre aimed his rifle, fired, and missed. Cock, aim, fire, missed, cock, aim, fire. Headshot. The zombie dropped like a sack of potatoes. He aimed and fired, taking out another, but they were still coming.

Sabre relised that they were going to die if they tried to camp out. He knew if they were to stand any chance of survival, they would have to break through the swarm. Sabre checked his map one last time, memorizing the genral layout, he dashed down the hallway. He knocked down a zombie with a gun stroke, and charged into the thickening crowd.

(4)

[Asper Sarnoff]

(Still ain't to late for that.)

Asper smacked the second magazine into the rifle, chambered the first bullet and opened fire again.

He made sure to fire only in short burst, to maximize the impact. But still it was just not enough, the tide of howling undead keept moving for him.

He emptied the magazine and threw the rifle away, he reached behind his back and pulled out the axe.

It feelt as time slowed down, he smashed the closest one on it's back and with another swing, he beheaded another one.

Just as he were about to raise it for another powerfull swing, one of the undead leapt at him, opened its rotten jaws and buried its teeth in his arm.

(There does take some time before you loose yourself and become one of them, right?)

[Sabre]

(Up to you really. Personally, I think we should end this asap. Plus mexican sun starts this weekend right?)

Sabre burst out the corridor covered in blood, most of it not his. He came to a hand rail, looking down on some kind of wildlife exhibit. It was a long way down, and there was a fair few zombies down there, but the tide was closing in on him. He shoot his ramaining loaded rounds into the crowd below trying to clear a path. Sabre then hitched himself over the rail and prepaired to take the leap, which now looked much bigger. He tried to mentally prepair himself, but was interupted when a zombie tried to grab him. Wrenching back, Sabre fell. Smashing something below him.

[Asper Sarnoff]

Asper fell to the ground, his body shivering uncontrollably. What where happening to him?

The horde of undead were ignoring him now, continuing after the others. They knew he were no longer a threat to them.

"Fight back! Are you going to let them take controll of you?" a voice spoke in his head, it made sense to him. He wouldn't become a slave to none, never!

Another voice filled his mind, this one softer and more appealing, "Stop resisting, it is futile."

"Never!" Asper growled to himself, but the vocie kept coming back.

"You're fighting for the losing side. You're brave and strong, but you're not stupid. Let go, and embrace the everlasting silence and peace."

Asper vomitted out onto the marbel floor, the pain shook trough him again. The soft voices offer was so tempting, perhaps he should give in?

The other voice came back, "Asper, your friends are depending on you. You won't be able to save yourself, but you just might be able to give them a chance."

Asper pushed himself up on his feet, the shivering had stopped for now and the soft voice had disappered, for now. It would come back again, and again, and again until he could no longer resists its generous offer. But for now, he were still in controll.

He started running with the crowd of zombies after the route the others had taken. Luckily, he could still remember how to run. Most of the undead had forgotten that, and only a few had managed to learn it back again. He elbowed his way trough them as fast as he could, praying he wouldn't be to late.

[Sabre]

"....Ow." Sabre body felt battered after the fall. He had landed on something. A pelican, it's break was sticking through his leg. He went to stand up, but the pain was to great, he had unboubtable broke some bones. He clawed himself to his gun, picked it up, and loaded it, still lying on the floor. Sabre started dragging himself to the exit, one leg resting on the other. Even a zombie could out run him now.

The entrance was packed. Sabre only had 10 shots. More zombie were coming behind him. Sabre dragged himself over to a wall, leaving a line of blood from his leg. Sitting against it, he aimed his rifle. "If I'm going to die, I'm taking you all with me." Sabres wobley aim from his aching arms ment most of his shots did not get any real purchase. Out of ammo, he sat back and awaited his fate.

[Asper Sarnoff]

(Since most have dropped out, should we say their characters have become zombie fodder to make things easier?)

[Sabre]

(yep)

Should be locked. This has ended.

[Asper Sarnoff]

(Yes, I found it enjoyable. But there is little point in dragging it on any further.)

[Sideways]

Topic Locked as requested.