OOC MISSION: Night of the Living BBQ Sauce

[Guest]

Jethro Black, Brigadier General and esteemed leader of Western HQ walked down the barren streets of Central. It was somewhat eerie in this town after dark, he thought. Though the main streets were lite up, there was a strange darkness looming over the city, almost as if a plague had befallen the innocent people of Central. Jet wasn't worried about the darkness though. That was easy enough to deal with. It was what was in said darkness that may or may not trouble this man. It may be hard to believe that a man of Jet's standing and size would be troubled by much of anything, let alone thugs or thieves. Something was different, Jet thought as he continued to walk the streets alone. He dismissed the thought, knowing the city was under the watchful eye of the Amestrian military! As always, his thoughts immediately returned to the girl he had saved a few days ago. Tomorrow she would be well enough for visitors, and Jet could barely contain his excitement to finally see the girl when she wasn't knocked out with drugs. It was strange though, as he'd never felt like this with a woman before. He wasn't sure whether to be worried or happy about that...

Before he could really finish his wonderful day dream about meeting this beautiful young Aerugonese woman however, a noise interrupted him. "Was that, moaning?" He asked himself as he walked towards the source of the noise, 'Nemsis' drawn. He walked down a small alleyway, his eyes scanning back and forth for even the smallest movement. Suddenly something lunged out from behind a dumpster, screaming bloody murder. Jet thrust his greatsword forward, stopping the advance of the attacker. "Halt, who are you?" Jet demanded, his voice echoing in the empty streets. "Please, you gotta help me!" the man said as he came out of the shadows, his body ragged and ripped. Most people would be taken aback by such a sight, but Black had seen much worse. Though there were some definite differences that worried him to say the least. "What's happened?" Jet asked, the answer pretty obvious. "I was attacked by some guys, they were like zombies! They tried to eat me, no joke. I got bitten a few times and scratched up pretty good, but I'm ok," the man explained between gasps for air, obvious he had been running pretty hard. Suddenly, three figures came around the corner, their clothes all ripped up and bits of the flesh decomposed. "Oh no, they're back!" he yelled as he turned and ran. Almost as if Jet didn't exist, the monsters ran by, tackling the man to the ground. In the darkness Jethro couldn't see what was happening, but the noises were more than enough to tell him what was. He slowly backed away, he needed more light if he was to put up a good fight. As he made his way back to the street, the light much brighter here, the zombies rose up from the now mostly consumed corpse of the man. They stared at Jet as if they were looking into his soul, their eyes conveying one, simple message. Food...

[Guest]

Click. Whoosh. The sound of flames growing appeared behind Jet. With a small grin on her face, a gaudy-clothed woman stood behind him, and giggled lightly, staring at the people that started to surround them...

Well, maybe not people in the basest sense, but certainly something in a human form. She grimaced slightly, and her nose shrunk up in disgust. They smelled horrible! Like, utterly disgusting! Like rotting flesh and the like... Ugh! She groaned, and sighed softly, the flames from her bat lighting up an extra part of the area around them.

"This is frustrating. Just wanted to spend a damn night with Celes for once, and THIS happens. Hell if I know where the bastard is - he'd better be fighting zombies, or one of'em." She really hated zombies. Both zombies and the movies associated with him. She'd never really gotten used to the idea of dismembering.

With a sigh, the girl ran forwards, and swiped at one of the beasts with her bat, the flames streaking through the night air, sending the heated steel into the side of the first zombie's head.

Well, it exploded. It actually exploded, sending rotting brains flying everywhere, and streaming them onto the ground. She wanted to puke! It was horrible! The zombie fell over, and Aren turned sharply, her bat colliding with another zombie. She jumped back, and stood next to Jet, watching the zombies carefully.

"Oh, I'm Aren. Pleasure."

[Jay Furor]

Jay sighed as she left McRonalds, depressed. They were out of burgers! She MANAGED to get a small french fry, and ate it hungrily. Then she saw some dude jump up and bite a guy's ear off. He looked green, and so did the dude he bit who began to eat another guy. Jay briefly considered arresting them all, or better, massively slaughtering them, but decided that the cannibal orgy thingy was none of her business, so she left, content with her fries. But then she was jumped by some zombies! On the street! "Umm... What big teeth you have? Hehe... All I've got." A zombie tried to bite her hand, and broke his teeth on her automail instead. Then Jay approprietly suckerpunched the sucker to death, knocking his head off. She pulled her katana and started hacking and slashing the other 4 zombies, until she had a good pile. Then for good measure, she blew up some C4 next to them, and blew the McRonalds up. Then she walked rather nonchalantly away, seeing a militant and some girl talking next to some dead zombies. "Hmm, I see you saw the zombies too? Cool. I thought my fries were laced with acid or something, or I did a bit too much met- Nevermind that last part. hehe."

[Xan]

A slight sound of cutting could be heard from a distance that was neither too close nor too far. The sound was then followed by several more slicing sounds in quick succession. Finally, the sound of splattering blood could be heard from above; sounded like there was someone else who had come to join the zombie slaying fun. Suddenly, five corpses fell from the top of a nearby building, each one eviscerated and very, very dead. On top of the roof, Xanthus Icarus cleaned the zombie blood off of the Blades of Ambition quickly and quietly before sheathing them. He then walked over to the edge of the roof and admired his handiwork for a moment.

"If I keep this up I'm gonna run out of zombies."

The Ishvallan then registered that he was not the only living being around and waved almost absently toward the other people, who were on the ground at the moment. He then turned around and walked away, disappearing into the shadows on top of the roofs of Central City, apparently searching for more zombies. Although he had just sheathed them himself, the Colonel redrew his blades, Ambition and Condemnation, preparing himself for a zombie attack. Of course, in reality he'd probably be the one attacking the zombies, but ah well, the point remained the same right?

[Envy]

Riku wasn't sleeping. He was able to, but he didn't need to as much as humans. He spent his nights with various activities. This time it was to go to that local 24h store to buy chocolate. The night was oddly silent, if the one didn't count random loud noises here and there. He stopped and turned around as one huge sound came just behind him. Something splatter-like. Riku turned around and what he saw? Remains of five humans, in too many pieces to even consider to count. He walked towards them to examine. He stared them for a while. This was interrupted by spontaneous laughter. ''Five already severed people smashed into bits! Oh how I love practical jokes''. These thoughts made his laughter to disappear as quickly as it came. ''No, I like practical jokes. Like!''

He could have gone on with his inner monologue, but there was moaning to be heard alarmingly close. With another turn he came face with a rotten, blank face. Riku had his own personal space with humans and that was way too close. Immediate punch with right hand was enough to make this narrow-minded individual fall. Something was wrong. More came from an alley near by. With blank look on their faces. ''This must be a dream. Are these people zombies? If so, NEVER WAKE ME UP!'' This was perfect. He could kill any amount he could and it wasn't even illegal. He used his old trick to turn his fingers a bit sharper. ''It's o... Why nothing happened?''

Riku tried again and harder, but his body remained the same. That was bad, if you want overestimated sentence. Blank-faces were closer. There were no objects to use as a weapon. This would mean... A bright flash and huge noise woke Riku from his near panic state. ''Explosion means others''. That was all he needed. He ran swiftly around the corner to see a blown-up building. And three persons. Humans. And one of them looked familiar. Riku walked swiftly towards them. Walking too slow would be mistaken for those things and running was too desperate. He started to talk about 10 meters away. ''You three. Does anyone of you know what the hell is happening?''

[Guest]

Xanthus happened to be slicing and dicing zombies on top of Alena's Upper East Side apartment, just as she was about to head out for the night. This day was something that she looked forward to all year, it was Centrals Fashion Week, and tonight was the beginning of it all. Alena had on a sleek and slim, black, strapless dress with dark purple stiletto heels. In her ears, she wore expensive shimmery diamonds that she received as a present from her older brother. Alena was about to leave her apartment when there was a knock on the door, well more like a pound against her door. Without hesitation or even checking the peep hole, Alena quickly opens it up. Immediately her eyes widen when she sees her neighbor foaming at the mouth, moaning and approaching her with vengeance's in his eyes.

"....." Alena tried to speak but nothing came out, all she could do is hold her breath. Her body kicks in with adrenaline, and she begins back up. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches a vase full of flowers. Her gut told her to grab the vase a throw it at the man. As she did, the glass broke across his face causing the flowers to fall to ground. She took the brief second of distraction to stumble to the kitchen. The only weapon she could get hold of in that second was a frying pan. She turns around only to catch her neighbor inches away from her body. Without a second notice, she swings the pan and hit him directly in the temples. She does this a couple of times, flinging blood against her body from the brutal attack.

"Die you sonofa_____" Just as she was about to finish, she catches drift of two more zombie like creatures appear in her doorway. "HELP!" She screams out at the top of her lungs before swinging her frying pan hoping to make contact with the zombies.

(P.S this isn't how Vani normally fights, just in the alternate universe of a zombie invasion. )

[Guest]

Blood. To a normal person, the scent was probably ignored, unless they got too close to a pool. But Viktor… He’d been smelling it for days, everywhere, all around him. Only now did he begin to understand what it meant…

“Puny Amestrian zombies, you cannot take me on!” he shouts, firing his Sasha from his hip, watching each round rips through their soft, decomposing bodies. Pulling the trigger once more, he frowns, hearling the tell-tale clicking of an empty magazine. With a swift motion he pulls on the front end of Sasha, the shotgun splitting in two, held together by a durable hinge. The shells eject, landing on the asphalt.

Blood and gunpowder. “Now THAT is a smell I’m familiar with…”

One swiftly before he can load any shells, a zombie grabs his armored shoulder, trying to pull him about. “Ha HA!” he laughs, whipping his arm around, dealing a forceful blow to the zombie’s cranium. Looking about, he sees several more zombies closing in on him. Quickly reloading shells into his shotgun, his body begins to crack and morph, growing bigger, taller, stronger. He closes the shotgun, snapping it onto the custom holster on his back as a brown fur grows out from his skin. Towering a few inches more over the zombies, he takes a clawed hand, swiping at them, snarling with his new, sharper teeth and muzzle. He stops only when a loud explosion erupts a block away. He grins, figuring it to be a sign of other survivors. “This will be a fun evening indeed,” he grins, bounding his way towards the explosion, swiping at the zombies in his way.

[Guest]

He was fully equipped. The moment the news spread that Zombies had pretty much become the new dominant species(in terms of population size), Hei didn't wait much to get fully suited up and armored. His outfit, in this situation, is a very signficantly thick layer of some sort of a kevlar bodysuit, hidden beneath the standard military uniform. It would take highly intelligent zombies with guns to tear his suit and then infect him, unless they went for his unshielded head, which was like. Oh and he was wearing fingerless gloves as well, not for any particular reason but the demon arm he had for a right hand. Now he was prowling out on the streets, chainsaw strapped to his back, zweihander currently in his left hand ... and the rest of his weapons concealed in his clothes.

Well, he was prowling about the rooftops, and happened to spy a lone woman, amongst other survivors, with a ... frying pan?

Normally, he didn't like playing the charming hero, but nonetheless he had an obligation as a soldier of Amestris to protect its people. An obligation he would willing ignore, just to sate his own bloodlust, but alas. Petty morals could affect him at times.
So, off the roof he came, and feet first he smashed down, multiple kilograms of weapons, flesh and bone, smashing a zombie's head into its body and the corpse down to the ground. There was another one currently inside the building, mindlesly shuffling forward to attack the poor lady.

With a single motion, he approached and gripped this horror by its shoulder and threw it straight out the doorway, taking a bit out of the frame with it. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough to keep it down, but Hei was keeping a close distance to it. So, while the Zombie was struggling to get back up on its feet, the Xingese slammed his Zweihander down and beheaded the zombie with a powerful enough swing to slice into the concrete (or was it asphalt?) below.

"Get moving! Try to find other survivors!" he snapped out to the former damsel in distress, as he noticed more zombies were swarming in from the left ... while explosions, gunfire and plenty of sane voices expressing displeasure at the situation were sounding off on the right. That probably meant there were survivors that way, and unlikely there were many from where the Dead were approaching.

But Hei, being a battle maniac, would not just simply flee to find survivors. No. Instead he left his Zweihander stuck in the ground for the moment, ignoring the woman he had just saved as he released his Chainsaw and held it before him. The beasts were lumbering forth, about to face a demon. With another swift move, he started the chainsaw's engine, letting out a loud roar as the rotary system began moving, and the saw's blades were swiftly cycling.

Apparently the noise had drawn plenty of attention, as the four or five undead down the street had just increased to about eleven, and few more were emerging from other apartment rooms.

'Perfect' was the only thought as he marched forward, slicing any zombie that foolishly came within two meters of him in two with his chainsaw-broadsword ... one handed. All the while, he kept his right hand on the zweihander that he later removed from the ground, dealing double the amounts of gore-ful death to any zombie lured by the racket he was making. They were split in two, vertically or horizontally, had limbs hacked off or head smashed into paste, while Hei just marched forward in a rain of blood and guts that barely touched him at all.

"Hya ha ... ha ha ha ... ... HAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAAH!" his maniacal laughter resounded out in the nearby area, whilst his screaming chainsaw accompanied the melody to create a delightful symphony of carnage. Yes. Zombies were good stress relievers. He should have done this more often. Killing lots of pseudo-alive things. Like cats!

[Guest]

"Ahh, so refreshing," Milleise chimed as she stepped out of the shower to dry herself off. She hummed a rather pleasant tune and began to dress herself, beginning with her undergarments, when she heard a strange sound emanating from her living room. She slipped on her purple bathrobe and fuzzy slippers (yes, seriously) and grabbed the plunger from the corner of the room. Opening the door slowly, she saw a figure...and it wasn't just any figure, it was a man! Something seemed different about him, though, and Millie screamed, swinging the plunger at his head. He stumbled backwards, but came at her again. This wouldn't do...so the girl pulled at her shower head and swung it at him. This time, she put a large dent in the side of his face, and the cord connecting the shower head to its base snapped, leaving her with a dripping shower and a removed shower head.

"Oh. My. God." She muttered as she looked down at the shower head in her hands. She gave it a few more swings, managing to get the man far enough away to run out of the bathroom and into the hall. From the direction of the front door, more of these...weird people-like things seemed to be emerging, and as a last resort, the blue-haired girl ran out the back door, which was clear so far. She climbed over the fence in her yard, only to be greeted by more of those hideous people-monsters. With a loud, high-pitched scream, she swung at them with the shower head, still in her purple bathrobe and fuzzy slippers. While swinging, she ran forward, managing to run past the beasts and into the street. As she looked around, she saw a rather large, bulky...bear man(?) running in the middle of the street toward an explosion, but...just a little too late. She stepped right in his path, causing him to collide with her...or rather, knock her to the ground. It wouldn't affect him too much.

All she had on was her robe, slippers, and lingerie, and here she was, fighting off weirdos and being run over by other kinds of weirdos!

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" she shouted grumpily, robe hanging off of her shoulder.

[Dai]

"Yare, yare." He stepped forwards, and sighed softly, flicking a piece of hair behind his left ear. The shuffling dead slowly moved towards the pair, and he stood before Reila, dropping the tonfa into his hands with a yawn.

"Really, now. This is quite the bother." He cricked his neck to the left and to the right, before stretching and smiling. This seemed interesting, that was for sure. He raised his arms into the air, and forced them down sharply with a grin. The covers of the tonfa slid off, revealing a pair of sharpened blades. Dai smirked, and turned to Reila, smiling brightly at her.

"I don't know about you, but I don't think this'll be an easy feat. Might end up being fun though~" He giggled, if slightly sadistically, and stepped forwards - staring down at the shufflers. It was time... The redhead leapt forwards, and drew his arm around his body, cutting through the torso of the zombie. He then ducked down slightly, and drove the blade through the creature's chin, jolting his arm in a fashion that sent the sharp blade in an arc through the center of it's head. He brought the blade back out, and stood back beside Reila, watching the zombie fall over.

He sighed softly, and wiped the creature's blood down on his clothing with a yawn. Really, now - they were the undead. How in Hell's name did that work? He'd have thought that they'd be drained of blood, or that there was something about these creatures that was not bloody... But they had damn blood! That really sucked, at least in his opinion.

"Ne, Reila. I think shit's about to go down." He moved his head up and stared at the sky for a second. How did this happen? This was all so... Ugh. He lowered hsi head back down and sighed deeply. Alright. Time to keep going.

[Aurelius Schwartz]

ATTENTION

Dai and I invented a new, fun, spur-of-the-moment idea.

POST MINIMUM: 50 words.
POST MAXIMUM: 250 words.

If we catch you breaking this, we'll warn you and then revoke 100 points each breach of the rule. =3 (Yes and we can go in the negatives too--ahahah!!! -cackles evilly-)
Also, note each time you post, you only get one point.

The reason for this is to challenge people to make small posts!! >D

[Spade Aeries]

What a beautiful night! Spade thought loudly in his alcohol-infested mind as he took off his shirt and began unbuttoning some girl's tight-ass jeans. She was moaning and writhing on the springy bed. Damn, he thought, he must totally be da shit tonight!! He forgot her name... But, whatever. The important thing was that he had remembered to ask her if she had STDs or not. That was definitely more important.

He managed to undress her and himself and throw the covers over them. A cool breeze leaked through the open window of the love motel, spreading their scents together.

Spoiler:

"Yes! Oh yes, yes, yes, yes!! Oh spade, yes, yes, brain, oh brains, brain brains, brains braaaaaaaaiiiiinnnnnsssss!!!!!"

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!!!!!" Was the final call of Spade Aeries as a human being. Well, it seemed that Spade forgot to ask her if she, you know, had the Zombie virus or something...STDs was the least of his problems.

"BRAIN--BRAS!!!! BRAABOOBS!!!!!!! UHHH..."

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[Guest]

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod... There was a a a a a a zombie. Zairen had been practicing his swordsmanship in front of the mirror when when when its face appeared behind him. He let out a shriek and froze mid swing, staring helplessly at its reflection for about ten minutes. That was when the string of panic devoured his thought processes.

Down the hall he heard a shriek and the cracking of a skull and then felt a bony hand on his shoulder. "Gyyyaaa!!!!" He whined again, squeezing terrified blue eyes shut as he began swinging wildly about his apartment (which happened to be right next to Millie's. In fact, Ace's was also next door. This was all due to Zairen's genius 'planning'). The thing squealed and sputtered in the throws of death (despite the fact the head was rolling somewhere into the kitchen).

Zairen only opened his eyes after he kicked down the door. He watched mindlessly as Millie went running into the middle of the street in a bathrobe. He shook his head.

"UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" It came from behind him.

Zairen dropped his sword and sprinted towards her, a chain of undead crawling after his shadow. "Heeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllppppppppppppppp!!!!! There's zombies... there's actually zombies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The chimera screeched to a stop and lifted Millie off the asphalt, holding her pressed to his body. He proceeded to regain his composure and glare at the bear man long enough to mutter: "How dare you try and peek at my girl!" Zairen reached for his sword. No... Nonononononononononononono...

[250]

[Guest]

"Heeey~ Havin' a barbecue and didn't invite me!?" Celes stammered from behind Euphie. He smacked a nearby citizen on the head with his staff and a goofy grin, expecting a moan in return or something...but instead he got: "HEY MAN WHAT THE FUCK!?"

...

"Euphie, are you sure all those burning corpses were zombies?" The guy, rubbing his head, stalked off into the night. "And he didn't even say anything about the fire...weirdo."

Celes whipped his staff back around and smiled brightly at the fellow pirate. "It's kinda hard to tell which are zombies and which aren't. People moan like that all the time. And some girls have orange skin that looks like it's decomposing... This is like the movies, isn't it!? Hey you!" Celes stepped to Euphie's side and pointed at the big guy in armor. "He'd be the next one to die!! Let me just end it now." Celes' sky blue eyes narrowed and he pressed a switch on the bottom of his ceres staff. A giant, scythe-like blade jutted out the side. He laughed deviously. "Better to finish them all off before they multiply the zombies, ne Euphie?"

Celesto grabbed the eye patch around his neck and fastened it tightly over his left eye. The jewels on the black silk glistened beautifully under the dull glow of the streetlights. He dove forward, aiming straight for the armor-guy's neck. Speaking of killing people, he really should have killed that other guy too. All well, he'd get him later.

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[Reila Tsukino]

"What?" Reila called down to the redheaded figure below. She had scaled the side of a very tall office building and was now standing high over him. Her strawberry blond hair billowed in the currents of wind, twisting like flames. Vicious golden eyes looked upon the hoards of scum congregating around them. Her tachi was carefully balanced in her mouth, a 500-piece box of matches in one hand and a gallon of whiskey she stole from a bar in the other. "Dai open your mouth or get out of the way!!"

She dumped the entire contents below, soaking hundreds of the putrid bodies in flammable goodness. With a casual smile, she lit one of the many matches and let it drop. Spiraling down a few stories, it caught. Hideous screams filled the night as they burned to ashes. Hey, that was one way to kill them, right? She turned to see Xan approaching, the metal of his weapons glinting in moonlight. "You were too late, I'm afraid. Where's Mura; I thought he was with you?"

Fort Briggs was surrounded in snow; North City was untainted so far, therefore, she had ordered an attack force (herself included) to aid Central City in fending off the bloodthirsty creatures. Reila had never seen or heard of these…things. And she really preferred it up there...out of their reach. Though she did just run out of ammunition... "Xan, go get me more whiskey." She smiled nervously. Please don't make me go down there...

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[Guest]

Muffled sounds were coming from the hotel room. Don't ask questions. Just understand that Ace had followed Spade, in an effort to understand more about his brother. So he'd followed, and walked into the hotel, and gone up to the room, and listened to the muffled sounds, at least for a short period of time. He knocked on the door when the sounds receded, and then heard Spade's eternal cry.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!!!!!" Can. Not. Unsee. His brother was naked and zombifying, next to another zombie woman - equally naked. He reached for the knife in his pocket, and went to attack the zombie woman who was lunging for him, when...

"Ohmai." That single word of confusion was the last word that Ace's human mouth uttered. As he found himself changing in body structure, he uttered an unearthly cry, the only words that he would utter, forevermore.

"Sssssstaaaaarssss......" Ace stood up. Sniffed the air. Moaned. Whined. Stepped forwards. Looked at Spade. Looked away. Smiled with a drooping jaw. Shattered window. Jumped out. Moved into night. Went to find prey. Disappeared into distance. Left Spade behind.

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{Anyone get my reference? XD}

[Guest]

It was a cool night out, nice a calm, alone with his thoughts... Just the way he liked it. The soothing sounds of BOOM!! explosions, "OH GOD! Help me!!" screaming... The smell of napl- Wait-a-minute... Something wasn't right here. The Cyborg glanced around him and found the pillar of smoke and a large number of shuffling, decomposing, corpses milling about. "Alright, so it's the Zombie Apocalypse, and I happen to be in the middle of it. Nothing terribly new. You've dealt with mindless brain-hungry humanoids before. Just apply force." the Second-in-Command mumbled to himself as he walked out towards the pillar of smoke, following the scent of napalm and burning flesh. The zombies unfortunate to wander too close found a large amount of automail where their brain should be. Cironis flung the diseased flesh back to the ground, "Not exactly grandma's finest..." He sighed as he walked towards the group of survivors, "Jethro! You alive over there?"

[Guest]

Jet slaughtered several zombies alongside his new comrades. As the undead slowly died off, Jet turned to the group and introduced himself. "Hello friends, Brigadier General Jethro Black." Suddenly, he heard a voice from behind him. He turned around quickly and saw his brother from another mother, Cironis Skycaller. Jethro walked forward and grabbed Ciron's arm, grasping it hard. "You are a sight for soar eyes Ci, you have no idea," he said while he let go. As he turned to look at the group however, he noticed a newcomer. He was about to introduce himself when he overheard what he was saying. Did he think he was a liability? Did he even know who he was talking to? Before he could say anything though, the blonde man jumped forward, weapon going for Jet's neck. He saw it coming from a mile away, was always the obvious strike on a man with armor like his. Black side stepped it easily, raising Nemesis to a guard position. "I don't know who you are, but killing me will solve nothing. We need to stay together and secure this city, that should be our priority!" Jet yelled as he slowly backed off, glancing over at Cironis. He would know what that meant...

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[Guest]

Vince walked down the street, dispensing death where ever he went. Zombies fell in scores before his blade, nothing standing a chance against him. Suddenly he heard an explosion nearby, so he ran towards it. The Grey Knight came around the street to see a group of people fighting off zombies and doing a very good of it. As he began to walk towards them to join in the fighting, the sight of someone stopped him in his tracks. Jethro Black. Brigadier General and leader of Western HQ, his home. Worst of all, he was his mortal enemy. Then a man lunged at him, the Black Templar easily sidestepping it. Vince couldn't help but smile. He was beside himself though, but he couldn't just let his arch nemesis die against some kid. It was time to act. Vince revved up his Gatling Gun of his left arm, thanking himself for transforming it earlier before the alchemy had been deactivated earlier. The gun ripped through the ground behind Jet, right where Vince wanted it to hit. The AP rounds destroyed the street, giving way to the sewage system that was underneath it. Jet and his lackey Cironis fell down, the rest of the group far enough away to not fall in the small piece of street that just collapsed. "Live Jet," Vince smirked. "Live so that one day I may kill you myself..."

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[Guest]

Anthony walked the sreets of central. He stood at his 6.1 feet tall with his long sliver hair flwoing down into his face. He was wearing his leather outfit with a blood red overcoat which concealed a great many things in it and in its pockets. Including a Picture of his dead sister , two Desert Eagles some fake ID's with his many aliases on it , extra ammo clips. It was odd he had not seen anyone but he has heard lots of screaming and gunshots some crashes too. He had his twin Desert Eagles out in his hands.Finally he heard someone inside a bar yelling. He was tackled out of the door with a man who seemed decayish on top of him. He stared at him. There was nothing he could do now for him except put a end to this nightmare for him. He rose the gun and shot the man being eaten, he was showing him mercy, he then pointed it at this... thing. He begins to think, what a pitiful wreck of man this is, so this was the lowest we can go and he thought it was being a Human Transmutationist. The creature ran at him in a weird limpish manner.He sighed and aimed the gun at his head. He pulled the trigger the bullet emptied the chamber and entered his skull, whops I mean what was his skull. It blew up and blood splattered everywhere. It missed him but it went everywhere

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[Dai]

"Dai open your mouth or get out of the way!!" He looked up - crap. The redhead jumped back, just in time to see a whole heap of whiskey hit the ground in front of him and start drenching zombies. His eyes widened slightly, and then he grinned. He knew what she was about to do~

The fire burned brightly before his eyes, and was gone as quickly as it was started. With a grunt, the redhead 'hupped', and jumped up onto a bar, before swinging himself up onto the side of the building and... slowly... scaled it, making sure to notlookdown, notlookdown!

He eventually made it to Reila's side, and stood there, looking down at the creatures.

"I think I'd rather be up here, thanks." He looked behind him, and saw that the window was pretty much smash-able, and the room untainted. He smirked, and shattered the window, before forcing himself into the room and grabbing a desk, sliding it towards the window.

"Heave-ho!" A maniacal laugh left the redhead's throat, and he shoved the desk out of the window, letting it fall and crush... maybe five zombies? Yeah, about five - but he couldn't really tell from up here.

"Yo, Xan. You think we stand much of a chance?"

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{No need to award any points to Apos for this mission. I am doing this for my own amusement, and the amusement of others. I was gonna get Dai to do it... but I thought he'd be better suited doing what he did in the other post. XD

Also... don't hate me for this Aki. I'm doing this for the lulz.}

All this death, all this destruction... it was all so... he placed a hand up to his mouth and giggled. It was so... wonderful. The blonde man revved the motorcycle, and started it off, driving down a straight line, crushing god knows how many zombies in his path.

"Gyahahahahahaha!" He continued to crush the zombies, blood spurting out from his back wheel, until he found himself caught on an especially chunky piece of flesh, and falling off of his bike. He hit the ground and rolled, before groaning and standing up. What was that...? He looked over, and spotted a glint of gold. The man slowly walked over to the piece of metal, and picked it up, studying the medallion carefully...

"Z... Y... G..." The medallion suddenly began to glow, and Apos yelped in surprised, trying to drop it, but seeing it stuck to his hand. He whipped it around, trying to get it off, but to no avail. As the glow from it covered his body, he felt himself shrink, and saw his skin change to a green colour. His ears grew out large, and he became... extremely wrinkly. As his change completed itself, a green beam of light shot out from his right hand, and he floated off the ground with a creepy grin and laugh.

"ZombieYodaGod, I am. Brains, I must eat..." The exceptionally short creature laughed, and started to go off, cutting down anything that was faintly human looking, man or zombie.

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To start... Celes said a lot of crap that didn't really register in Aren's head. She was a little high on Adrenaline to really give a fuck right now. But that last line he said, ohohohoho...

"Better to finish them all off before they multiply the zombies, ne Euphie?"

"You mean we can kill'em all?" I don't know which is scarier. Celes saying that, or Aren getting that excited. Anyways, the girl laughed out loud, and began to hit zombies like they all had Dietrich's smug face painted on. There were a couple of civilians in the mix, but she didn't really care. She was simply stopping the invasion - and if a few military personnel got... caught in the middle... who was she to care? She was simply cleaning the streets~

Then the interesting thing that happened was that something went 'rat-tat-tat', and the ground went down. Pity that she was on stable ground. She saw the men that Celes was trying to kill go down, and she walked over to him, nuzzling his cheek slightly - her blood-lust had seemingly vanished. The girl sighed and whined.

"You're not going to kill me too are you?" She looked up at him, the epitome of worry in her eyes. Was he? He wasn't, right? The sound of a moaning zombie caused her to turn around sharply, the bat making its head go 'splat'. She giggled, and turned back to him.

"That makes sixty-five so far~" Yes, she was keeping count.

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{Sorry if this post seems a bit hyper. I think it's my state of mind at the moment. XD}

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"Aurel... Auurelll..." The girl looked left and right, holding her hands close to her chest, trident in a tight grip. Where was that man? She gulped lightly, and closed her eyes, before opening them again sharply when the sound of shuffling dead sounded behind her. She turned around and yelled out in fright, before turning away and running off, trying to see where she was going in amongst the, well, darkness.

She dodged zombie after zombie, before finding herself surround. Aw, come on! The girl sighed, and gained some sort of composure, actually wielding the trident like a weapon. A slightly demonic giggle escaped her throat, and the girl stabbed the trident straight through the skull of the zombie right in front of her. She smirked, and stood over it's dead body.

"Die, zombitch." It was showing - Hild's cruel and evil side. She pulled the trident out and stabbed another couple of zombies, before making enough of a hole to escape. Okay, time to hide the cruel and evil Hild, and just run!!! The girl sprinted off into the distance, keeping an eye out for Aurel. If there was phone service, then she'd call him. But... yeah. Zombies had already destroyed the cellphone towers... They were smarter than she'd given them credit for.

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Anthony continued walking the streets as the sounds got closer, he was following them. He saw four of these things, he thinks they are called zombies but wasn't sure he didnt spend much time learning about the supernatural he only knows the basic Vampire and Werewolf besides that he was pretty sure a 7 year old kid knew more about them than he did. They heard him walking as his footsteps clacked against the cold and now dirty and bloody cement. He rasied his guns again. He fired one bullet at two of the four. One was hit in the head and it fell down dead, again... The other bullet collided with the creature in its lung. It staggered back and fell due to it being hit with a Desert Eagle. It then got back up with a hole in its chest. He saw the other dead creature and shot the others in the head. They all dropped dead. He sighed and put his arms down. He continued to walk. " What is going here that... thing was shot in the chest but did not die, whatever I just need to find some people. " He walked the air was... different than it ussually is. It seemed less clogged but yet like a dead feeling he didnt like it, it was not clear like the night , it was empty but had the smell of death covering it. He turned a corner He saw Jet and some others.

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