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Post by Michael Barton on Nov 1, 2010 14:00:06 GMT 1
It hadn't taken SHIELD long to establish a defense point to help protect as many people as possible, provide a shelter. People had been shuttled in and moved as quickly as possible to keep them from the....zombies? Slow and shuffling decayed corpses that had the munchies for flesh. One person helping to hold the line was Michael Barton, more well known as Hawkeye.
He wasn't actually down on the ground, where SHIELD and the military were, where they had a sandbag and barbed wire set up to hold them back and provide a firing point, backing with jeeps armed with heavy machine guns to quickly tear apart the undead. No, he was on a roof. It gave him plenty of space, he could quickly leap from roof to roof to reach different places and he could put down his equipment packs. He needed lots of his explosive arrows for this mission. As it would turn out regular arrows weren't very handy at taking out hordes of the marching dead.
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Post by niko on Nov 2, 2010 19:10:25 GMT 1
"Zombies?" Grace had cried out. "Seriously? Zombies?" That was followed by a string of profanities that would have made both her mother and father shake their heads in shock had they been able to hear it.
She had been on the ground fighting off the zombies and trying to hold them off long enough to get people to the relative safety of their shelter. But there was just so many of them, she had almost been overwhelmed with sheer numbers and so she had to retreat over the sandbags and barbed wire. She was now currently on the roof near her partner, a high powered sniper rifle in her hands.
"Please tell me that this is all just a nightmare." she said, shaking her head and adjusting the sight on the rifle. A simple pull of the trigger and a zombie was down, and a few seconds later exploded into little bits taking out several of the undead around him as well.
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Post by bobby on Nov 3, 2010 17:56:20 GMT 1
Wow, cannot say he saw this one coming. Stuff like this you only thought would happen in movies and video games, not real life. Hordes of zombies, ungodly creatures back from the dead, where invading several populated cities around the country. It was a mystery, at least to Bobby Rand, how it all got started. What made the situation even more messed up was the fact that it was friggin Halloween! Something definitely was not right here. Someone had to have planned this out carefully, someone with immense power. Bobby had fought creatures of myth before during his time in K’un-Lun, but never had he done battle with rotting corpses.
One thing that he was glad about though was the fact that these were the old school zombies instead of the newer ones. The new zombies were crafty bastards that could actually run after you instead of doing the zombie shuffle. That would have been a real nightmare to deal with. Adorned in the Iron Fist guise, Bobby made his way into the overrun city. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were already on the scene doing their best at getting all of the normal people to safety. That was their job. His job was to make sure that those agents could do theirs. Bobby stood in the center of a road eyeing the undead horde before him.
“Well isn’t this just dandy.” Since he was dealing with creatures that were already dead, he would have no problem using deadly force. He unsheathed both of his short swords before charging head on into the fray. Gleaming metal slashed and dashed and diced and sliced. Severed limbs and heads went flying in every direction. He had to admit though, this was kind of fun. Better than sitting around the Avengers base that was for sure.
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Post by Michael Barton on Nov 3, 2010 18:59:48 GMT 1
"That was an okay shot...I suppose." he mused as he watched her down a zombie with her sniper rifle. It dawned on him most definitely that a woman with her physical ability could use a rifle of very high calibre with quite some comfort, recoil and kickback that would put his shoulder out where probably little more then an annoyance to her. "Would you not just get some heavy machine gun.....like from a jet fighter and just unload?" How heavy were those Vulcan Gatling guns?
It was only a moment later that the keen eyes of Michael Barton caught sight of the steel tornado that was Iron Fist, swords in hands he after diving in head first. "Is that Iron Fist?" a rhetorical question, he was actually pointing out the identity for Grace's benefit. "I don't like this, magic ninja master or not he's outnumbered at least six hundred to one. It took less then half a second for him to draw one of his explosive arrows and line it up. With a "twang" it shot through the air, striking a zombie in his eye socket before exploding a moment later, taking down a dozen or so in the explosion. It wasn't close enough to take out any zombies right next to Iron Fist, but it would give him some breathing room if he moved forward, and provide a moments respite.
A moment later three explosive arrows were drawn, bow held horizontally to work with the spread, cover as much of the street as possible. It was well aimed, and when the arrows exploded to provided a few feet of breathing space across the road.
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Post by Anreal McKenzie on Nov 3, 2010 22:34:06 GMT 1
Anreal wasn't sure how she was liking her orders today. Stop bank robbers, that was nice, kick the butts of global terrorists, that she could do. Touch a nasty smelly slimy corpse? That was the deal breaker. For this mission the girl resorted to the golden speak given to her by her father, she was highly trained in using it but more than the extra strike force she was just glad she could be farther away from the Zombies when she took them out.
Her first few strikes were pretty hard hitters, cutting one Zombie down the middle and the other in half, impaling a third but find that didn't work so well, so she had to shake it off and try removing the head. This job was getting ickier and ickier.
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Post by Carl Kent on Nov 12, 2010 1:28:08 GMT 1
---Antarctica---
Carl had watched the monitors in the Fortress with interest as the news reports began to flood in from all over, the auntomated system needing no help from him at all to get on with its job of informing its creator, Superman, of where he would be needed most. He'd been watching for the last hour, unable to move from his spot at the console, eyes flicking from screen to screen, the pictures the same everywhere he looked, New York, Gotham, San Francisco. Everywhere the monitors showed a similar image of the dead walking, newly dead and long dead walked together through the streets, shambling this way and that. He saw the odd glimpse of heroes here and there doing what they could to secure and rescue those caught in the hordes path, defending cordened off areas with the military and other forces.
It had taken him the whole hour stood watching the monitors to make his mind up. He just couldn't stand here in the safety of the fortress while others across the world put themselves in danger to defend complete strangers. After having seen the heroes of New York and Gotham in action he decided that they could probably handle anything that was thrown at them, and with his father looking after Metropolis and where ever else he was needed, the young man had made his choice of destination. He had very little idea as to what would await him once he arrived but whatever lay in San Francisco he would meet it head on like he had always been taught. With a deep breath he took off from the fortress rapidly accelerating through the sky until in a matter of moments he passed the sound barrier with a boom, still accelerating to his destination...
---San Francisco---
They were everywhere. Everywhere he could see as he floated above the city, up where the atmosphere was thin, and his breath curled out in a white mist. He could see them all around the perimeter the soldiers had set up to defend the civilians and they seemed to be in no rush to move on.His eyes scanned back and forth and he could make out the two figures on a roof not far from the main compound one with a large sinper rifle and one with...a bow? He cocked an eyebrow and almost laughed untill he traced the path of the arrow that flew from the strin and exploded in the center of a zombie pack. Old weapons updated for the modern era he thought as his eyes moved again, moving past the explosions to where he saw a man alone.
Carl watched the man for a few moments and realised that everywhere he seemed to move a zombie fell, and it was only when he looked closer that he saw the razor sharp swords in the mans hand slicing this way and that through the crowds, and his speed was remarkable, as if the young Kryptonian was watching a fastforwarded dvd.
"Incredible"
He whispered to himself as his eyes moved again, searching for a target. He smiled...there was a good a place as any.
He dropped like a stone. Straight down. Propelling himself faster and faster he rushed towards the ground, feeling the air pressure around him build and build untill once again he heard the familiar boom of the sound barrier breaking around him, shattering windows from the surrounding skyscrapers and leaving a trail of rain glass falling behind him.
He landed the better part of 200 yards from the defensive line. He landed hard.
His feet slammed into the tarmac of the road with so much force that the stone work split and shattered underneath him, buckling so that the roadway actually sank into a mini crater around him. The shockwave from his landing rippled through the ground, throwing the surrounding zombies into the air and all over the place for the better part of 50 yards around him. Even as they began to struggle to their feet, the huge shower of broken glassed rained down on them, the small shards lacerating skin and scouring flesh from bone, while the larger shards simply sliced through limbs before breaking into thousands of tiny pieces on the ground.
With his hood pulled up to obscure his features and the front of his shirt open enough to expose his familes emblem, his eyes began to glow...
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Post by jacob on Nov 12, 2010 2:31:15 GMT 1
Jacob was flying through the skies high above the Earth, above planes usual line of travel. Just almost out into space itself, just going for a bit of a ‘joyride’ so to speak. To clear his head and collect his thoughts, he was at a turning point in his life. The end of his life as a teenager with his approaching twentieth birthday and the beginning of adulthood.
The Young Titans were becoming too young for him, being the oldest member now on a team of mostly teenagers was awkward for him. Yet at the same time it put him into an almost mentor like role for them. He was grateful to be a mentor to them but he also knew he was needed elsewhere and they were being left in good hands. He didn’t know where he was going to go so he had decided some time ago that he was going to travel the world in order to find his place in it.
Just then he heard a sound that was all too familiar to him, a scream. But it was more then one it was several, like an entire city’s worth. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he looked down toward Earth in the direction of the screams and flew in the direction at top speed. Quickly rocketing to the source he came to a floating halt just above a city that seemed to be in a state of chaos. Using his x-ray vision while scanning over the area he noticed large masses of people running from… other people. He was unsure as to what was happening but upon closer examination he saw something that didn’t make sense; even to the half human, quarter kryptonian, quarter Olympian. Zombies, of all the things in the world there were large hordes of zombies all dressed in black marching through the city.
“Get your game face on Jake, it’s hero time!” he said aloud to himself before charging into the chaos below.
Coming down to above the buildings of San Fran, his hometown, he hovered in the skies as he surveyed the scene below him. He saw Anreal fighting some and a couple others helping the local police. But there were still large hordes coming in. He needed to help the local police have more time to get civilians to safety. Using his heat vision he dug a deep trench between the police and the horde of zombies.
Looking back at the battle he could see someone far off causing a whole lot of pain to the zombies and it didn't take him long to see that it was Uncle Carl. He decided to leave him be and floated down to the rooftop where the archer and sniper were positioned. "Either of you two able to fill me in on when and how San Fransico turned into Return of the Living Dead?"
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