Victoria
Victoria backpedaled as a heart mutated lunged at her. She emptied her clip on it, yet the mutant kept going. The Sniper rolled to the side to avoid her attacker.
"Damn it, Vic", the generals voice sounded through the walkie talkie, "before I even got the chance to give you orders you already engaged? What if there are Brain Mutated nearby? Or a group of Heart Mutated? You could die. Just try to lose them, reinforcements are almost at your position. That's Armani in the dumpster, by the way."
"Copy that." Victoria reloaded. She backed away from the dumpster, yet remained close enough to keep it in sight.
Rus
"You never tell me anything..." the girl said. "Oh, I think somebody else needs coffee, byebye!"
Rus raised a hand in goodbye as the girl left. He reached for his cigarettes and pulled the remaining cigar out. There was something about that girl that rubbed him the wrong way. She seemed innocent enough, but you could never really know for sure. He lit his cigar and rose from his chair. Paperwork could wait. For now, he needed to check the weapons and perhaps even that girl.
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Ludonear Ferta said
And the winners of the zombie CS competition are:Mr. and Mrs. nobody!!! Well done, you absolutely had the best CS'.Here, take your price, you get the play the only playable zombies in this RP! Everyone, wish Mr. and Mrs. nobody lots of success!
Ivan took a long look at the fire around them. "Well," he said as he took a phone out of his pocket, "what a hot mess!"
He grinned at his unfunny pun and pressed a button on his phone. Like something out of Transformers, the phone began turning into a sleek, silver handgun. Ivan ran off, looking for the nearest CT. It was time he tested his new invention.
He spotted one firing at random directions. "U SUK U HAXRS OMG I M MASTER CHEF U CANT KILL ME!" the CT screamed.
Ivan somehow managed to dodge bullets and stopped a foot behind the CT. "Hey," he called. The CT momentarily stopped firing and turned around. Ivan smirked and raised the gun to the enemy's head. "Wrong game." He pulled the trigger and...
...nothing happened.
"The heck? Okay, uh...wait, how do I work this thing...is it even on?" he yelped, examining the gun closely. Ivan looked up at the CT, then down at the gun, then back at the CT. "...Yeah, screw this." He slammed the gun down the CT's head continuously until they were nothing but a censored, bloody pulp.
He grinned at his unfunny pun and pressed a button on his phone. Like something out of Transformers, the phone began turning into a sleek, silver handgun. Ivan ran off, looking for the nearest CT. It was time he tested his new invention.
He spotted one firing at random directions. "U SUK U HAXRS OMG I M MASTER CHEF U CANT KILL ME!" the CT screamed.
Ivan somehow managed to dodge bullets and stopped a foot behind the CT. "Hey," he called. The CT momentarily stopped firing and turned around. Ivan smirked and raised the gun to the enemy's head. "Wrong game." He pulled the trigger and...
...nothing happened.
"The heck? Okay, uh...wait, how do I work this thing...is it even on?" he yelped, examining the gun closely. Ivan looked up at the CT, then down at the gun, then back at the CT. "...Yeah, screw this." He slammed the gun down the CT's head continuously until they were nothing but a censored, bloody pulp.
Victoria
A bullet whizzed through the air, lodging itself into a zombie that wandered too close. The brainless tumbled back. It quickly recovered and lumbered onward before being shot in the head.
"One down," Victoria muttered as she reloaded her gun, "helluva lot more to go."
"Victoria, sit tight and keep your head low", the MC said over the walkie talkie, "we just received a report of a sniper being trapped near you. Surrounded by 20 brainless or so in a dumpster. We want you to support the reinforcements once they arrive. Over."
"Copy that. Really? I guess that explains why there's some trying to eat me! Over." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
She took down a few close Brainless before skirting closer to the dumpster. Victoria's lips formed a taut line as she saw a couple of Heart Mutateds. She fired at them, glancing worriedly at the dumpster.
"Hang on tight. Reinforcements are coming!" she called.
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Rus
Rus inhaled deeply, quickly burning out his cigar. He pressed the butt against his desk, forming a new burn mark among the numerous ones already there.
"Oh, what kind of weapons? Laser beams?" the serving girl asked brightly. "Please tell me. I want to know."
The corner's of the researcher's mouth turned up. She sure was a curious one. Maybe a bit too curious...
His eyes lifted from the papers. They focused on the girl, an almost uncomfortably calculating look in his eyes.
"Important weapons," he finally answered, reaching for his coffee.
A bullet whizzed through the air, lodging itself into a zombie that wandered too close. The brainless tumbled back. It quickly recovered and lumbered onward before being shot in the head.
"One down," Victoria muttered as she reloaded her gun, "helluva lot more to go."
"Victoria, sit tight and keep your head low", the MC said over the walkie talkie, "we just received a report of a sniper being trapped near you. Surrounded by 20 brainless or so in a dumpster. We want you to support the reinforcements once they arrive. Over."
"Copy that. Really? I guess that explains why there's some trying to eat me! Over." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
She took down a few close Brainless before skirting closer to the dumpster. Victoria's lips formed a taut line as she saw a couple of Heart Mutateds. She fired at them, glancing worriedly at the dumpster.
"Hang on tight. Reinforcements are coming!" she called.
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Rus
Rus inhaled deeply, quickly burning out his cigar. He pressed the butt against his desk, forming a new burn mark among the numerous ones already there.
"Oh, what kind of weapons? Laser beams?" the serving girl asked brightly. "Please tell me. I want to know."
The corner's of the researcher's mouth turned up. She sure was a curious one. Maybe a bit too curious...
His eyes lifted from the papers. They focused on the girl, an almost uncomfortably calculating look in his eyes.
"Important weapons," he finally answered, reaching for his coffee.
Victoria
Victoria slipped away from the building. Her footsteps were quiet and her gun was drawn. No zombies were in sight...yet.
"Well, I'll be there", the intercom crackled to life, "new orders from the Gen. We need maps of the area and a headcount of zombies and the bigger groups. I know, not sniper duty, but this is urgent. For some reason the big boss wants to move fast. Another sweep or something. Over."
She raised an eyebrow. Another sweep? Shrugging, Victoria continued on her way. She stopped short of a mile of a large group of zombies around a dumpster.
"Woah...they look riled up. Okay, so there's about..." she silently counted "...seventeen, eighteen, nine- wait, stop moving. Seventeen, eight- wait...okay, screw this."
She aimed her gun and fired, hitting three zombies. Some of the undead turned their attention away from the dumpster and headed towards the shooter.
"Crap," she muttered.
Rus
A thin trail of smoke reached towards the ceiling. Rus lightly tapped his fingers on the nearly empty box of cigarettes as his eyes scanned the paperwork before him.
"Here, that cup of coffee your researches enjoy so much", a serving lady entered and placed a cup of hot coffee on Rus' desk. The young man nodded gratefully, barely looking up from his papers.
"How is the research going?", she asked, "and what were you researching again?"
"New weapons," Rus answered simply. He didn't want to reveal too much as it was A.) Mainly confidential and B.) too confusing to talk about.
Victoria slipped away from the building. Her footsteps were quiet and her gun was drawn. No zombies were in sight...yet.
"Well, I'll be there", the intercom crackled to life, "new orders from the Gen. We need maps of the area and a headcount of zombies and the bigger groups. I know, not sniper duty, but this is urgent. For some reason the big boss wants to move fast. Another sweep or something. Over."
She raised an eyebrow. Another sweep? Shrugging, Victoria continued on her way. She stopped short of a mile of a large group of zombies around a dumpster.
"Woah...they look riled up. Okay, so there's about..." she silently counted "...seventeen, eighteen, nine- wait, stop moving. Seventeen, eight- wait...okay, screw this."
She aimed her gun and fired, hitting three zombies. Some of the undead turned their attention away from the dumpster and headed towards the shooter.
"Crap," she muttered.
Rus
A thin trail of smoke reached towards the ceiling. Rus lightly tapped his fingers on the nearly empty box of cigarettes as his eyes scanned the paperwork before him.
"Here, that cup of coffee your researches enjoy so much", a serving lady entered and placed a cup of hot coffee on Rus' desk. The young man nodded gratefully, barely looking up from his papers.
"How is the research going?", she asked, "and what were you researching again?"
"New weapons," Rus answered simply. He didn't want to reveal too much as it was A.) Mainly confidential and B.) too confusing to talk about.
Ludonear Ferta said
Okay, do I need to add a part for ros?
Yes please.
Hey-o, Fiddler! Name's RC. It's pleasure to meet you. :D
The people here are very nice and I hope you enjoy it here. PM me if you ever wanna chat and I hope to RP with you soon!
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Just click this. this is his picture.
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The building smelled of rot and death. The once blue walls were now faded and cracked, no doubt the result of abuse from weather and time. The floor creaked, threatening to collapse onto the many floor below. Beside the doorway lay a pile of corpses. All had a bullet lodged right in their heads.
Victoria roamed around the room. She knew she wasn't allowed in place like these. Zombies lurked around every corner and there was always a chance of the aged buildings caving in. But damn, were these places absolutely fascinating! If the building hadn't already been looted, then there were all sorts of things to find. And if Victoria did get in trouble, she could say that she was just doing her job of killing the undead.
"Yo, Victoria," a voice filtered out of her intercom. "Anything to report? Like a kill or an usual thing? Like your ass? Damn girl, I'd love to hit that. Would please go out with me?"
Victoria grinned. Mission Control. They were almost adorable, the way they acted. Almost.
"Five kills," she answered back. "Me. You. Tonight. 7:30. I'll be waiting, Victoria over." She had no intentions of following along with this plan. All the more reason to humour them.
She chuckled and turned around. Her smile quickly dropped. Less than three feet away, a zombie stood. It staggered and groaned; definitely not an intelligent one. It lumbered toward the girl, letting out a guttural growl. Muttering an "oh shit", Victoria whipped out her gun. She sidestepped before the undead could touch her and fired.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Two bullets in the chest and one in the skull. The zombie groaned before falling to the ground.
Victoria hurried away. No doubt that would have caught some attention.
Victoria roamed around the room. She knew she wasn't allowed in place like these. Zombies lurked around every corner and there was always a chance of the aged buildings caving in. But damn, were these places absolutely fascinating! If the building hadn't already been looted, then there were all sorts of things to find. And if Victoria did get in trouble, she could say that she was just doing her job of killing the undead.
"Yo, Victoria," a voice filtered out of her intercom. "Anything to report? Like a kill or an usual thing? Like your ass? Damn girl, I'd love to hit that. Would please go out with me?"
Victoria grinned. Mission Control. They were almost adorable, the way they acted. Almost.
"Five kills," she answered back. "Me. You. Tonight. 7:30. I'll be waiting, Victoria over." She had no intentions of following along with this plan. All the more reason to humour them.
She chuckled and turned around. Her smile quickly dropped. Less than three feet away, a zombie stood. It staggered and groaned; definitely not an intelligent one. It lumbered toward the girl, letting out a guttural growl. Muttering an "oh shit", Victoria whipped out her gun. She sidestepped before the undead could touch her and fired.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Two bullets in the chest and one in the skull. The zombie groaned before falling to the ground.
Victoria hurried away. No doubt that would have caught some attention.
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