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Smith chuckled as he recognized all of the Russian Curses. "Well, since your daughter is... constrained by Vlad, I'll have to get in your house before your daughter decides it would be great fun to drop in... literally."

 

Grabbing his duffel from the Hummer, Smith followed Atrianna into her house and, after dropping the duffel by the door until later, yelled out. "Vlad, you shluha vokzal'naja, I found something in Siberia that will pique your interest!" After patting his tactical vest to make sure the DVD was still intact -it was- he turned to Atrianna and whispered conspiratorially, "how long do you think it will be before he reacts to that bit of Russian?"

 

((CQ: It's _very_ offensive, but, thankfully, my character is joking with you. Jedi: Ignore the typo in Chev's post a few up, (s)he meant Smith, not Sam. Everybody: Deleted my post that followed Scar's deleted.))

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Vlad's ears perked up to Smith's Russian, and he loosened his grip on Shayla to shout back.

 

"Watch your language, you Americans don't know how to cuss!!" He chuckled afterward.

 

"SMITH!! How are you doing!!!??" He smiled and looked down at Shayla.

 

"Have you met Smith, Shayla? I'm sure your mother told you about him?"

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"Watch my language?" Smith gave Vlad a look that told him quite plainly that he thought he was crazy. "I heard what you were yelling earlier, besides, I learned how to curse from the best, some of the Soldiers under your command.

 

"Anyway, I'm doing pretty good. A little tired, but that's normal after coming from Siberia... at least every time I've gotten back from Siberia I've been tired!" He chuckled a little. "How are you doing you old fossil, you must be, what, fifty?" He said to the older Russian -fully aware that he was only 41 compared to Smith's 40.

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(I just searched up that swear word. ROFLMAO!!)

Sam sat down at home playing some video games. Alexis was in the other room, owning him better than she usually did. Jaden was online, busy with the simultaneous counter-attack Sam and Alexis where giving him. Sam paused his game, walking into the kitchen to grab himself some food and juice. Something slammed into the window.

"Jesus!" Sam exclaimed as he looked up. A crow had slammed into the window. Sam chuckled at it as it cawed and flew away. Looking where it had been, something was moving through the field next to his house.

"Jaden, trying to scare me again. Nice try" Sam thought aloud. The thing that was meandering through the field stumbled out of the corn rows. Sam's eyes bulged, it was missing it's neck.

"Holy S***!" Sam swore, louder than he meant to.

"Sam! The kids!" Alexis scolded from the other room.

"Lexy, we've got a problem."

Alexis walked into the room, looking over his shoulder and seeing the thing stumbling around like a drunk, except with more blood.

By the time she had spewed forth her stream of expletives, He had run back into the Living Room to grab some guns. Sam stepped out from the house to fire a round in the air, which should scare it if it wasn't one of them.

It did nothing. Sam sighted in on the head, firing once and scoring a headshot, instantly killing the beasty.

"I'm calling Vlad." Sam told Alexis as he stepped inside.

Speed Dial #3. Vlad.

Ring Ring

Ring Ring

Ring Ring....

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It was a dark night, so dark you couldn't see your own hand in front of you. The cool wind danced gently through the bushes as a man pulled up on the side of the road. He had a flat tire and had to get out of his car. The man shivered as he stepped outside. Of all the days and at this time too. This man was in a hurry. As the wind pushed the bushes harder the man began to move quicker. He felt an all to familiar shiver run down his spine. His hands began to shake as he fiddled with the tire. The wind began to roar now, and the man jumped. Something wasn't right, something was here. The man turned around and saw nothing but blackness. He turned back slower now glad that nothing was there only to be cut down. The thing that stood above him diced him again and let black tentacles wrap him. The beast consumed him whole and darted away...Frank Wilson jolted out of bed with his heart begging to get out.

 

Damn dreams again he thought to himself as he drifted back to sleep.

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Vlad let Shayla out of the headlock and stood.

 

"We'll pause your training for right now," He said, walking towards Smith.

 

"Old Fossil? Chyort, we're in our forties, I've got what....another forty years before I've attained that illustrious rank."

 

He chuckled, "So, you were in Siberia? Did you see Yuri Alexandrovich? He has a home in Siberia."

 

Vlad's arm and neck weren't feeling too great, Shayla had been a bit too enthusiastic in the headlock. He also had a small limp from the Chicago Incident, but tried his best to hide it.

 

Suddenly, his phone started ringing.

 

"Sorry, Smith....this is my work phone, it must be important...."

 

He pulled the small black cellphone out of his pocket and turned it on.

 

Vlad answered the phone in Russian.

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"Vlad, Thank God it's you! Listen, I have Major Uber problem!!! It has to do with the uhhh...Virus. There's one in my front yard now, freshly dead." Sam all but yelled into his phone, the rush of killing still flowing through him.

"Damn it! It's happening all over again. Vlad, What do we do? Alexis just confirmed the virus is present, if... ummm, slightly changed." Sam explained.

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The Virus? Oh no...

 

A shiver ran down his spine. But something came to mind.

 

"The Hive Mind is dead, along with the better half of the horde, the nuke killed even more, but there is still a very small percentage of the zombies that managed to survive. Their as dumb as doorknobs without the Hive Mind....just kill it. They may have mutated over the years, but....this is big...this is why the American's quarantined old Chicago...get in contact with the authorities...we'll need their help. I'll talk to Smith and Attriana. I've got to go...just kill the damned thing..."

 

He hung up and looked at Smith and Attriana.

 

"Comrades...we've got some trouble."

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Sam looked at the corpse in his front yard, the bullet hole in its head not oozing anything but coagulated blood.

Burn it.

Sam found some vodka in his house, a few matches lying around, and lit the corpse on fire. The best way to dispose of a virus, or hostile organism.

Jaden was walking down the road when he noticed the smoke.

Hmmm, Sam's having a BBQ and he didn't invite me? How-ude! (Jar-Jar Binks) Jaden walked into the driveway to find a small, fire, not larger than a person, the smell of burnt hair and flesh hung in the hair, tangible. Sam sat on the porch, staring at the fire with his JAE Gen 2 M1A1 rifle on his lap.

"Hey, Sam, whatcha doin?" Jaden implored.

Sam jumped and aimed the rifle at Jaden before realizing who it was who was talking to him.

"Oh, hey, uhh. Yeah." Sam stuttered out.

"Whats that Godawful stench? It smells like one of the... well, you know." Jaden stated.

"The fire, Jaden, What did you think I was doing, Havin a barbecue?" Sam asked.

"Well... Wait! Thats one of them?!?! HOLY HELL!" Jaden exclaimed.

Jaden ran home right there to load his guns and warn his parents. Sam sat there, fingering the trigger of the rifle, absent mindedly remembering the war...

Delilah lay there, sprawled at weird angle, stuck in a pool of her own blood. Max, crushed by a brute, also dying in his own blood. Sam's brother, dying from saving his family, also in his own blood. Oh, the irony of his life.

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Frank Wilson shot up a second time from his hellish slumber, this time for good. He edged his way out of his bed slowly and looked at the clock. The clock flashed 2:36 on the screen. He was waking up later and later each day. He smelled like a wet dog so before doing anything he got a shower. After putting on some jeans and his favorite hoodie he walked into his kitchen. He opened the fridge and pushed past most of the items until his eyes saw a chicken leg on a plate. He snatched it up and moved into the living room of his apartment. He turned on the tv and his eyes were glued to the news. He liked to know what was going on in the world, that way he could be prepared for anything. Another story came up about a missing person. A man named Allan Mayson went missing last night. All that was found of him was two shoes and his car that was parked alongside the road. Frank stared at the car and noticed only three tires were on the car, the fourth one was no where to be seen.

 

My dream...I killed a man in my dream who was changing a tire. This can't be the same guy, but I thought the explosion took all that away. I'm cured now, I'm not a nightmare anymore. I just need to get out of this place.

 

Panic quickly rushed through his body and he dashed into his room. He found a white scarf and wrapped it around his mouth. He opened up his window and dropped down to the floor. He went for a little run through New Chicago. He started doing his favorite activity, parkour. He found a trashbin that was under a gas station. He jumped onto the trashcan and than onto the station. He felt himself gain some speed along the way. He leaped off the gas station and onto the roof of a small home. he saw another building a little further away and decided to go for it. He leaped and felt his body glide slightly to the other building. he had never done this well before. He looked down and noticed a silver porsche zoom through the streets. After admiring the car fro a few seconds he decided to give chase to it, to give him something to do. He began to jump from rooftop to rooftop, trying to keep up with the porsche. He felt himself gaining speed slightly as he jumped on the buildings. Even with his speed, he lost the car after a while. He kept moving though, enjoying his energy boost. He ran for what felt like quite a long time. He eyed a tree and jumped for it, but he missed it by a hair. His body started to fall but somehow his hands grasped the tree. He looked back to see not his hands but two blackened claws that had replaced his arms. He screamed and fell to the ground with a loud thud. The claws disapeared within seconds and he turned to see a burnt body. He looked up to see a man with a gun.

 

"Help...me" he murmered to the man before passing out.

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Sam looked at the man, He'd fallen from a tree... That was twenty yards away. Only Aiden was able to do that, Unless he's like Aiden!

Sam looked at the man, he'd be sore, but whatever major wounds he may have would be healed almost instantaneously thanks to the virus. Sam all the same put a stint on his leg's and bound his arms, having noticed the claws.

It probably wouldn't stop him if he really needed to go use the toilet, but more likely than not, the man didn't know that. He placed the man on his couch, being sure to keep him as comfortable as possible.

Great, another hybrid. Wonder if he's connected to the Hive-Mind, or whatever these things have now. Aiden'd be pretty surprised to hear he's nto alone in the world of oddities.

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"It isn't one of ours, take it out" shouted the squad's sergeant.

 

The group opened fire on the man who was just dead a few minutes ago. He went down as he did before but this time he stood back up. The man's hands turned into claws and he attacked the group. He cut them open one by one before escaping into the city. More Russian soldiers cornered him. He turned to the leader and lunged at him, splattering blood all over. Frank shot up from the couch his limp body was resting on and popped the claws again. He had broken some item that had tied up his arms. He jumped back and watched the claws turn back into his hands.

 

"Where am I, how did I get here!" He yelled, unsure if anyone was in this house.

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"It's about the Virius, isn't it?" Smith asked immediately after Vlad hung up. After the Russian's nod Smith cursed, violently. "Larson?" He asked before continuing on without an answer, "dumb question, who else would it be?"

 

He opened up his vest's pocket and withdrew the DVD. "Vlad, for the purposes of this video you are not a representative of your government and you do not work for the government, you are here simply as a tourist, understand?" At the Russian's nod Smith turned to Atrianna.

 

"I'm assuming you have a DVD player or the like around here. We're going to need to watch this video, stat."

 

((@Jedi, glad you read up on it. As I was searching online that one stood out to me, I _had_ to use it. And, Cyborg, nice to see you again... even though it's odd to not think of you as Kevak :D))

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Xero:

 

"Why...why didn't I save her..." he said to himself.

 

"I could have saved...her couldn't I?"

 

He gripped his arm which was bleeding slightly. He had caught himself on something when he tried to get away from the group of people who had attacked him, his girlfriend, and her family...

 

He began to chuckle, and that chuckle became a miniacal laugh that echoed throughout the store.

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Sam merely looked at the Half-Zombie. "You fell from a tree, remember? More than likely, you've broken your legs, which should've healed a couple hours ago. You can take the stints of your legs, their fine. BUt, you can not move from this room without my express permission. The last time I trusted a Half-Zombie to freedom, he nearly choked me to death. He lost all of his memory later and became a new guy, but still, the facts remain that If you are currently infected, I need to make sure you get nowhere near the kids, or my wife." Sam said. "Capishe?"

He kept his rifle on his lap the whole time, not aiming at the man, but if he made the wrong move, it wouldn't take him long to pull his rifle up and pop a round off.

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Xero:

 

"Alright, it's time to get moving." he said to himself. *He pulls his sword partially out of the sheath to see his own reflection so that he may remember who he is.*

 

"Let's go hunting shall we?" he spoke to the sword as if it were his best friend. *he slides his sword back into the sheath with a "click" and then exits the store.

 

I want to know who killed them. They weren't zombies, no, they seemed to be more intelligent. All i remember is their miniacal laugher.

 

He looked down the streets. he noticed that there wasnt much to be seen. It all seemed to be normal. He walked in a specific direction down the street and then cut through a dark alleyway.

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((Hey Xero, can you clear up your posts a little bit? your posts are pretty difficult to understand.))

 

"I'm assuming you have a DVD player or the like around here. We're going to need to watch this video, stat."

 

Atrianna pointed at the DVD player that was hooked up to the Television.

 

"Help yourself."

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*The nuke fell, and what everyone thought was over. Even those 'special freaks' were toast.

 

At least what we thought...*

 

1st Infantry Division, Temperately Located HQ

 

*The debriefing was over, and the all the paperwork was filled out, it was now Official, 'Bill the Tank' Jackson was now a Gunnery Sergent. It was the last thing that had to be done before every body went home...

 

Sure it was good while it lasted, and Jackson got alot of action with it. But now it was over...

 

Jackson, now in civvies, was packing his things. He thought that the last time was the last, funny how the world works.

 

Suddenly an airhorn sounded, and he heard the running of meny of the troops run.

 

Thinking to himself 'Aw, crap. It's not over, is it?'

 

He grabbed his duffle bag and followed...*

 

Jackson *spotting a nearby Marine* "Corporal, what in the hell is going on!?"

 

Corporal "Gunny sir, we just a report in, it's not over yet, sir!"

 

Jackson "Somebody wasnt through enough..."

 

Corporal "Sir, The Major just sent out a recall on all of us, we're getting underway asap!"

 

Jackson "Good, I'm coming too. Just find me a spot in a Humvee."

 

Corporal "Yessir, Gunnery Sergent!"

 

*Jackson runs into the Command Tent, he stops quickly when inside.

From the looks of things, by not taking everything down and keeping the radios on, they plan on using this place even longer, keeping it a main HQ.

 

The Major notices the Gunny

 

Major Tuck "Sh** son, I thought I sent ya packin!"

 

Jackson "You could've had be fooled, sir."

 

Major "Well, I know yer a bright one, I take it ya found out...?"

 

Jackson "Yessir. I don't think I'll be gong back to Canada any time soon..."

 

Major "Hot damn, son,. First ya thought ya could leave the Corps and never look back, and yer saying that yer never leaving... Get out of those civvies, and roll out. Welcome back to the Corps son! Haha, hot damn..."

 

*The Major turns back to his maps, as Jackson heads out. Suddenly a Humvee comes to a screeching halt in front of him. It seems like the Corporal found himself a Humvee, with a Gunner at the mounted m240 on top."

 

Corporal "Get in sir!"

 

Jackson "I guess you're with me then!"

 

*Jackson hops into the back, and quickly jumps into his BDU's as the Humvee joins in the group...*

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Xero:

 

He had managed to climb to the top of a building and was now siting on the edge looking out into the city.

 

"I never thought i'd live to see the day when zombies would walk the earth. I have to find out what started it. Maybe someone can help me.

 

He jumps off the building and while in mid-air he pulls out his sword and uses it to slow his fall by jamming it into the side of the building. He then starts walking in the direction of the urban areas where there might be some survivers.

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(FYI: Just to let you guys know, When your character performs actions, IE: the jumping around and tearing up asphalt, those can be normal sentences, and the thoughts are usually in Italics, so you don't really have to lable them thoughts, because everyone knows their thoughts. But otherwise, your posts are awesome.)

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