[weirdenator]

william stands lookin at the zeds and his comrades falling back, and ran after them he shotone last shot at a zed which killed it:clap:

[ZombieGore]

Blaylock follows Sgt. Lee...

"Gotta give it the Aussie for imagination" he yelled as he was running...

As he passed a van a zed sprung out from behind hit tackeling Blaylock to the ground...he struggled to push the zed off him...

"A little help!" he hollered.

[Creeping Death]

Staff Sergeant Lee kicks the zombie off of Corporal Blaylock, and pummels its face with his combat boot.

"Lets go Corporal, we need to get into a building and get extraction."

Charlie and Dog Company run through the streets, looking for anywhere to go. But the horde is everywhere.
Most are slow, but there are a few runners.

*Brandon looks back to see the people following people. It appears some of the soldiers from both companies are missing.*

"Hey Aussie, can you call it in? Tell HQ that we cannot hold the given position, and that we are relocating."

[ZombifiedBrendan]

The fall back call was given. Cliff pulled the slide back on the gun after inserting the fresh magazine. His last one. He looked at the Americans troops, “Yeah, you got a radio or something?”

[weirdenator]

ZombifiedBrendan said:

The fall back call was given. Cliff pulled the slide back on the gun after inserting the fresh magazine. His last one. He looked at the Americans troops, Yeah, you got a radio or something?

um sir we got bigger problems said william as he saw 10 runners started catching up and one only 5 steps behind william

[ZombifiedBrendan]

Cliff looked at William and found what he meant by problem just a few steps behind him. He knew he didn’t have enough time to aim and shoot with his gun so he did the next thing that came into mind. Pushing Will to the ground.
He pushed Will to the ground and turned to the undead who was now eager to get Cliff. Without much thinking Will waited until it was just inches away from him before dropping down. He felt the infected legs kick into his chest and tumble behind him.
He couldn’t get up but felt his gun in his hand. He looked over at the body before him and aimed. He fired a bunch of bullets at where its head was and watched its body go limp.

[weirdenator]

ZombifiedBrendan said:

Cliff looked at William and found what he meant by problem just a few steps behind him. He knew he didn’t have enough time to aim and shoot with his gun so he did the next thing that came into mind. Pushing Will to the ground.
He pushed Will to the ground and turned to the undead who was now eager to get Cliff. Without much thinking Will waited until it was just inches away from him before dropping down. He felt the infected legs kick into his chest and tumble behind him.
He couldn’t get up but felt his gun in his hand. He looked over at the body before him and aimed. He fired a bunch of bullets at where its head was and watched its body go limp.

william stood up and gave cliff a playfull push befor drawing his machette(attached to his back) and gave a swing at another of the zeds decapitating it."lets get outta here"

ooc-nice one brendan

[ZombifiedBrendan]

((OOC - Thanks, I didn't want it to be like every other save and I thought it was a way I haven't read yet.))

“Yeah, we should get out of the streets at least,” Cliff said as got off the ground. He had forgotten about the danger that was approaching fast. He spoke quickly, “Is there any buildings we can use as shelter.”

[weirdenator]

"i dont see any sturdy ones" said william while running. he looked around and saw a partially barricaded gas station "maybe there" he said ponting to the station.

[Creeping Death]

Staff Sergeant Radio's in the situation.

"This is Staff Sergeant Lee with Dog Company and Charlie Company, We cannot hold Wall street. I repeat: we cannot hold Wall Street"

"Roger that Staff Sergeant, but Im sorry, we cannot provide re-enforcements until 2000 hours. Golf Company will be your back-up."

"I don't need re-enforcements, I need an extraction." Lee says.

"Sorry Staff Sergeant, but extraction cannot be made until further notice."

*Brandon sighs*
"Roger that".

He speaks to Dog and Charlie Company:

"Allright men, theres no extraction, so we're gonna find a proper place to position ourselves. We need snipers on the top of buildings and the S.A.W. gunners positioned in front. The rest of us will provide support."

This post has been edited by Creeping Death: 16 December 2009 - 08:14 PM

[Creeping Death]

*Brandon notices a few Tracer rounds in the distance.*

"There, theres another fight going on over there. Lets find out who it is, and provide some support."

Staff Sergeant leads the men toward the gunshots. :guns:

[Comander Shaw]

Name: Jonathan Shaw (Corporal)
Age: 25
Occupation: U.S. Army Rangers 75th Regiment
Weapons: M21 Sniper rifle with scope, and M1911 .45 Colt.
Clothing: Digital Camo military uniform/ Assault Pack
Hair color/style: Dirty Blonde, buzz cut
Height/Weight: 6'3 - 250
Location: Squad that Brandon is going to check on

This post has been edited by Comander Shaw: 16 December 2009 - 08:15 PM

[Creeping Death]

Charlie and Dog company arrive at the scene of another company waging war against the zombies.

"Identify yourself Corporal!" Lee orders to the first man he sees that isn't firing.

[Comander Shaw]

*Shaw recognizes that voice*

"Sarge?"

[Creeping Death]

"Corporal Shaw? what the hell are you doing here?" Sgt. lee asks.

[Comander Shaw]

"Sarge, Golf company was the only one that didn't have a full transport. So I ended up here!"

*Shaw takes down a zed with a well placed headshot*

[Creeping Death]

"How are you guys holding up here? We were overrun bad.... We had to ditch our post."

*Brandon hacks a loogie on the ground in disbelief*

"So much for Turn the tide" :roll:

[Comander Shaw]

"Well we are doin good here,I have taken command of this small squad of privates. All we need is a S.A.W. gunner, I could do it but I'm preoccupied at the moment. You got any?"

[Creeping Death]

Comander Shaw said:

"Well we are doin good here,I have taken command of this small squad of privates. All we need is a S.A.W. gunner, I could do it but I'm preoccupied at the moment. You got any?"

"Roger that."

"Specialist peterson, get over there and provide some support.

*the specialist follows orders.*

"Well corporal, I guess we'll just have to help Golf Company turn the tide..." He smiles jokingly, and cocks his rifle.

He steps onto the frontline and starts firing at the oncoming zombies.
The numbers of the zeds are thinning.

[weirdenator]

Creeping Death said:

"How are you guys holding up here? We were overrun bad.... We had to ditch our post."

*Brandon hacks a loogie on the ground in disbelief*

"So much for Turn the tide" :roll:

"one of yours sir"william asked brandon

This post has been edited by weirdenator: 16 December 2009 - 08:48 PM