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Post by [x] Eastport on Jun 13, 2012 21:06:38 GMT -5
A lone helicopter flew over the Canadian sky, laden with necessary supplies and rations for the defending nations. Inside, hidden among the boxes and crates was a young boy, aged only 14, with his blonde hair down over his neck and a maroon blanket pulled as tight to his shivering and tanned body as possible. He sighed out loud, trying to keep his composure intact and not have a mental breakdown.
Eastport hated the falling snow outside. HATED. IT. He was alright with hurricanes, tropical storms, earthquakes (to an extent), the frequent flooding in his docks and marinas, but he HATED snow. Well, it was more a deep-set fear, but he attributed it to his burning hatred of the vile substance.
He really wished that they would land soon. He wanted out of the cramped transport chopper and on hard land (he’d rather be in the water, but between the air and land, land was the better choice). Plus, he really needed to see America again and make sure his father-figure was alright. Though Eastport wasn’t a part of him anymore, he still cared about him.
Oh, what was he worrying about? America was his hero and role-model and he would be fine. There was no challenge he couldn’t overcome. He had to be alright. Still, a little worry seeped into his heart. No one was invincible in this day and age, and superheroes were a dying breed.
From the beat-up intercom, the captain finally decided to tell him that they were landing in around 20 minutes. Almost immediately, he picked up his radio and struggled to find the corresponding signal. Come on, come on… Eastport had never been the most patient sort, and he was just itching to hear back.
The radio crackled, signaling that he had finally reached a live signal. “Hey! Anyone there?! It’s me, Eastport! We’re landing soon with supplies! Like, in 20 minutes soon!”
Hopefully, a voice he’d recognize would answer. If someone he didn’t know picked up… he may just freak out.
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Post by England on Jun 13, 2012 21:33:33 GMT -5
England had been doing inventory in the storage area when his radio crackled to life. Having been used to the silence, he jumped a foot high when the young, boyish voice, disrupted by static, erupted, filling the room with noise. Setting a hand on his heart, England took a deep breath and pulled his radio up in front of his mouth to speak.
"Warehouse communication copies, this is England speaking." he didn't recognize the nation on the other side, but judging from his voice, he must've been some kind of micronation of some sort. Or maybe he'd just forgotten. There were so many things he had to keep track of, anyways, he couldn't be bothered to remember every micronation in the world. Maybe, once he saw his face, he'd be able to remember. "Eastport, you said, correct? Anyways, does the pilot have a clear landing area, or is the perimeter compromised?" he had to know if he had to send the nations out to kill zombies in weather like the one they had outside.
Most of their winter gear was being brought by Eastport, as well, so until then, they didn't have much to equip themselves with. They'd either have to stay clear of low temperatures, or improvise.
"I repeat, can you make a safe landing, or are there zombies prowling around the landing site? Over." England then let go of the button and, heart beating with anticipation, held the walkie-talkie up to his ear, awaiting a response.
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Post by Seychelles on Jun 14, 2012 0:30:52 GMT -5
(( mind if i join??))
Seychelles was sitting in the common room, using both hands to rub her arms to herself warm. It was freezing inside and outside of the building. Because Seychelles lived in a tropical country with no cold weather almost all her life, she was'nt used to the temperature of the place. There was'nt any much winter attire to wear so she wore a jacket around her. She remembered that she heard one of the fellow nations say that a new nation, named Eastport who was apparentely America's child, was going to bring some winter supplies to the warehouse.
"I hoped that Eastport is gonna bring some winter wear." Seychelles thought out loud with her french accent. Just then, she heard a young,boylish voice coming from the radio in the common room. As if someone was trying to connect to the warehouse. Unlike the other radios in the warehouse, the radio in the common room was much more clearer for some reason.
Seychelles stood up and walked to the radio. She raised the volume a bit more with her cold hands. Through the radio, she could hear a little boy speaking. It must be the new nation. There was another voice, it sounded like England. Perhaps Engalnd was trying to connect to Eastport.
She could hear Eastport saying that they are reaching in 20 minutes, at the same time, she could hear England trying to ask if it was safe to land. Seychelles walked to the window and checked if the coast was clear so that Eastport would land. But to her dismay, half of the whole landing area was filled with zombies. Seychelles could'nt believe that the zombies survived in this weather. Immediately, Seychelles went to find the others.
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Post by [x] Eastport on Jun 14, 2012 10:21:18 GMT -5
((Go ahead! This is open to everyone and anyone! ^^))
Eastport's heart jumped for joy when he heard the voice on the other end. England! ENGLAND! The very England that rose his dad! He always wondered if that made him his grandfather or father, but whatever. He could deal with that later.
He rushed to the cockpit (much to the pilot's dismay, for he had been relatively quiet and calm for once) to see if there was anything on the ground.
Damn snow! Just go die already! There was already low visibility and he couldn't see anything more than five feet ahead of him.
"Sorry, England. I can't tell. We're too high up and we can't see much already. Think you can get some people on the ground to look? Over." He suggested, finally remembering to add that last word to the end.
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed back to the cargo hold. Being too close to snow did that to him. But he was smart enough to keep a hold on his radio, at least.
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Post by America on Jun 14, 2012 10:54:58 GMT -5
[[and here i come.]]
America's mind was fully set on video games. He had finished what needed to be done, and he just wanted to relax for an hour or two. In the world of video games, he was able to destroy zombies galore without the fear that they might come after him. And, if he wanted a break from zombies (which, actually, he believed he did), he could always stick in some racing game or just a simple shooter. Perhaps he could rope a few other countries into playing with him. The more the merrier, as they always say!
However, when he heard a radio in the silence, he froze. He knew that voice. He hadn't heard it in a while, yes, but he knew it. He quickly located the area in which the voice was coming from and ran into the storage area, grinning when he saw England holding the radio. Without warning, he poked the island nation, glancing down at the radio.
"Is that Eastport?" he asked excitedly, knowing it probably was (unless he was really hearing things, in which case he'd probably need to go to the medic or something to see if he was alright). Still, it was always polite to ask before he would snatch the radio from England's hands. "If so, I wanna do the talking!" He needed to ask Eastport a ton of questions- the usual, 'hey, how are you?' type, but also more along the lines of, 'how is everyone else doing?'. Hopefully, England wouldn't mind him using the radio for a while, at least until he was actually able to see Eastport to talk to him.
Speaking of which, if he was using a radio, he must be somewhere close by.
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Post by Seychelles on Jun 14, 2012 11:10:33 GMT -5
Seychelles gave a worried face at america. Seychelles did'nt want to break America and Eastport happy time, but she needs to tell them.
"Listen America," Seychelles said worriedly, " Eastport is gonna land soon, but there is a problem." Seychelles pointed at the window. "There are zombies crawling everywhere the landing area!!" Seychelles said. Immediately, she pushed America away and tried to use the radio. She felt bad that she had to be a little rough to America, but she does'nt want a nation to turn into a zombie.
" Eastport!! England!!! This is me, Seychelles!!! Can u hear me??"Seychelles said through the microphone. "No time to lose!! Listen!! Where u are gonna land soon Eastport, is crawling with zombies!!! Stay in the helicopter and do not open the doors!!! Until we come and get you, stay in the helicopter!!" Seychelles said through the micophone without stopping.
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Post by England on Jun 14, 2012 12:12:00 GMT -5
"Copy that, Eastport. Stop yelling, Seychelles, your tits need to be calmed." England gruffly interrupted, having been ready to give further orders, and disliking being cut off. He held a hand out to stop America, mouthing 'we don't have time' before continuing. "That's a plausible idea, but an unwise decision. If they hover for too long, the noise of the helicopter will attract more zombies. There's only one thing we can do right now." his eyes flashed as he got ready to give what sounded like the worst decision he had ever come up with. He switched to the warehouse PA system and cleared his throat.
"Attention! We have a Class 2 Outbreak waiting for us outside, and we can't land the supplies helicopter until Code Green is given. All Nations present in the warehouse, Battle Positions!" the sound of his voice crackled through the speakers, taking his voice from one end to the other of the warehouse.
"Minutemen, I want you out in the snow in a minute, that's what you're trained for. Those on the front lines, grab your weapons, be ready for my signal. Scouts and scientists, be ready to back them up. Groundskeepers, be ready to clear a path for anyone who needs to return to the medics, who will be around the warehouse to protect the perimeter. Snipers, up on the tower, I want all of the bastards that break through our ranks down." his wind whirred for any other tactical advantages they could use, but he found none. He really hated surprise attacks like this.
"We have twenty minutes to make things work, before they arrive! I want this to be quick and clean. Outfit yourselves for winter, grab your motorcycle goggles for better visibility, it's snowing outside, so make sure your gun won't jam. Quick, move, Nations! I want the minutemen out in a minute, and the others, in five!" he then let go of the transmitter button to take a breath, and then switched back to Eastport.
"Eastport, do you copy? The Nations are being dispatched to create a safe landing site. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT approach landing site until you are contacted again, over."
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Post by [x] Eastport on Jun 14, 2012 13:37:51 GMT -5
The crazy background noise worried Eastport. I couldn't hear much over the static, but he could hear enough. And it sounded like slight panic.
Calm down, calm down. Adding your panic isn't going to do anything. He thought, taking a deep breath to steady himself.
Knowing that he was freaking out internally, a small blue crab scuttled over and set his claw on the boy's hand. Henry was really his only friend and thank God he had him. Or else he would go crazy.
Lifting up the crab and setting him on his head, Eastport sighed. "If only there was something I could do..."
Unless you want to jump out of the helicopter and fight in your worst fear ever a bunch of undead creeps, I don't think there's anything you can do other than wait.
"You're right..." Even though he wanted to help fight, he really couldn't. He'd only be scared stiff in the snow. Stupid fear of the substance... it always held him back.
He was about to wallow in self-pity again when the crackling of the radio caught his attention.
"Eastport, do you copy? The Nations are being dispatched to create a safe landing site. Do no, I repeat, DO NOT approach landing site until you are contacted again, over." England ordered. Ah, memories...
"I copy. And got it." He said, nodding at seemingly no one. "We'll hover a safe distance away until you give the word. Over."
He set the transmitter down and ran to tell the captain the news.
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Post by America on Jun 14, 2012 21:35:24 GMT -5
Of course, life didn't like it when America decided to have a few quick moments to talk with friends. Or to play video games. Or just relax, which was what he had been really looking forward to doing today. Nope. Nuh-uh. Life hated allowing him a few small luxuries here and there. Life wanted to keep him on his freaking toes forever. Why he was expecting it to be different this time was beyond him.
Well, at least Eastport was given a clear warning. Who knows what would have happened if the poor kid had landed and attracted the attention of those zombies. America shuddered to think about that.
"What fun," America muttered sarcastically, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "And I wanted some rest today, too." Well, it couldn't be helped. There was no use in complaining about it. With a sigh, he quickly left the room, ready to bundle up in the closest jacket or coat he could find, grabs his guns and knives, and head on over to the rest of the nations taking the front line.
At least they had plenty of nations with them. Since it was a class 2, they'd be needing a lot of help. Of course, they all had guns and the zombies didn't, but it still wasn't the most comforting thought in the world. An abundance in numbers was what was needed, not just guns. Which they were starting to gain, thanks to more and more nations coming in to help clean this entire mess up.
Which, with any luck, would be cleaned up sooner or later.
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Post by Singapore on Jun 19, 2012 8:58:53 GMT -5
Singapore enjoyed the cool air despite being located in a hot climate. Singapore had originally planned to do some training with her aiming with her rifle and sharpen her knives. But she got a bit carried away when the snow started falling. She walked slowly outside and felt the gentle touch of the snow touch her skin. It was beyond anything he could've imagined. She breathed in the cold air and felt her lungs tickle.
Then something agitated her. There was a humming sound from above. She perked up her ears and soon recognized the sound of the helicopter. She looked up but the snow covered most of the helicopter and she could only see a silhouette of the vehicle.
'Perhaps it's another nation.' Singapore thought to herself. Them Singapore herd anothe noise. It sounded like a groan, and this sound was too familiar to her not to recognize it. It was a zombie. She turned and found herself facing a rotten greenish face with colorless eyes. If Singapore were a few months younger, she would've screamed as if the world was ending. But her first reaction was pulling out a knife an stabbing it right through the head. It fell to the ground and revealed several more zombies behind it.
"Alamak!!" Singapore cried out. "How come so many? Cannot even take a break one ah?"
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Post by Seychelles on Jun 19, 2012 10:19:20 GMT -5
Seychelles controled her anger on England. "I will deal with him later.." She muttered under her breathe. Immediately, she raced to the bunk bed and grabbed her winter wear and weapons.
Seychelles zipped up the green coloured and thick jacket with a hoodie and wore the navy coloured jeans. She sling the rifle over her back and hold the shovel on her warm, blue coloured gloves. Seychelles felt awkard. This was the first time she wore such thick winter clothes. Ignoring that thought, Seychelles ran to a window near her and checked for any zombies. She could she a figure ranning in the snow and some other darker figures slowly chasing him/her. Could it be that Eastport landed and is trying to defeat the zombies all by himself?? No it could'nt... America told Seychelles that eastport was smart even though he looked bratty. So it could'nt be Eastport. Then.... Who was it???
Wasting no time, you ran to the radio and tries to connect to England. "England, you hear me?? I think that there is someone neither Eastport nor the zombies out there. Did any nation went out of the warehouse??" Seychelles asked, not believing the fact that someone chilled outside in such a horrible weather.
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Post by England on Jun 19, 2012 11:53:58 GMT -5
England furrowed his brows, a dark look in his eyes, and pursed his lips.
"I haven't sent anyone out on missions for a few days now, because of the weather, so I can't fathom who that person could be. Perhaps a Nation that wandered out? Or, god forbid, a human?" he chewed on his lower lip in thought. "But if you're sure it's not a zombie, then it's under our protection. Seychelles, as soon as we're outside and in our battle positions, I want you to go get that person and bring him or her back to the warehouse. They might need medical attention. I'm heading outside myself in a minute, so get ready, I want you and the others out in five." he then decided he'd wasted enough time and pulled out the walkie-talkie from the radio set and clipped it to his belt.
Leaving the now-unmanned radio post behind, England made quick work of the ladder to his bunk and immediately shrugged into his winter gear. He swung his AK-47 over his chest, grabbed his goggles, and, with a short reminder for the Nations on the top floor to hurry, he jumped to one of the poles and quickly slid down. The code was in and the door was swinging open before he even registered it, cold wind blowing in his face.
"Let's do it, Nations!" he encouraged one more time, slipping his goggles on and securing them over his face before turning around, facing the cold, and running outside.
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Post by Liechtenstein on Jun 19, 2012 12:51:51 GMT -5
Liechtenstein rolled over in her bed as she heard noises and talking coming from downstairs. Not fully awake yet, she pulled the blanket over her head and turned her back on sounds that came from below. England’s voice from the speakers jolted her wide wake.
Although his voice was muffled by the earplugs she was wearing, Liechtenstein was able to catch all the important words to piece together what was happening. “… Class 2 Outbreak …can't land ... helicopter….Nations….Battle Positions!” Zombies are coming? The European girl shivered and prayed that no one will be hurt. Taking of the earplugs, she heard her instruction from the speakers, “Snipers, up on the tower, I want all of the bastards that break through our ranks down.”
Then with her equipments in hand, Liechtenstein jumped out of her bed and hastily put her boots and coat. England came up and she gave him a serious nod as he told everyone to hurry. As fast as her legs can go, Liechtenstein raced to the tower carrying her heavy equipments.
Panting as she entered the tower, Liechtenstein took deep breath until she was breathing normally again. Then female nation loaded up her rifle and set up the bi-pod at a comfortable spot. Putting on her headphone, she positioned herself and ready to fire. “Liechtenstein at her post and ready.” She said softly to herself. I'm ready
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Post by Seychelles on Jun 20, 2012 1:42:44 GMT -5
”Alright. I'll be out in a second. ” Seychelles replied. Immediately, she raced to the doorstep, leaving the radio there.
Seychelles knew that that darker figure was'nt a zombie as it was faster than a zombie. So it has to be either a human or a nation! That was good news. She was worried that no one would survive. Or maybe the figure was just another nation?? "lets find out by ourselves." Seychelles mumbled.
As soon as she reached the warehouse door, without the commands of England, she ran out of the warehouse. She wore the goggles and slowly inched out of the warehouse. Seychelles only thought was to save that dark figure and bring eastport back.
Immediately, she saw something walking to her. Seychelles took a step back, holding the shovel in her hand tightly. She was worried that she might hurt a human or nation instead of a zombie, at the same time was afraid or getting herself attaked by a zombie. She watched as the figure stepped closer to her. A nation or a zomnie??
Seychelles took a step back. Reading the figure. "There was no sign of an right arm, it was walking slowly. So that means it was a zombie!!" Seychelles thought. Out of fear, she used the shovel to hit the figure on its head. Yet it was still walking and there was no sign of pain. It was a zombie. Seychelles used her shovel and sliced out the neck of it. The head fell on the ground. Immediately, Seychelles used the shovel to smash the head, making the zombie "die". Not that its alive.
Seychelles turned to the left and went to search for the figure.
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Post by Singapore on Jun 20, 2012 6:24:34 GMT -5
Singapore was completely unaware of the situation inside the warehouse because she left her radio in her bunk, which was now filled with tactic as England's warning. So Singapore was alone for now. She sliced through one zombie after another, but he knives were getting duller by the moment. It wasn't at its best shape when she started the fight anyways. It she were to run out of sharp knives, she would have to use hand to hand combat, which she doubted would work, use her rifle, even though she wasn't use to long range combat, or pray for help.
The snow was getting thicker and thicker and the temperature was dropping by the minute. However, the fight was so intense, she was sweating despite wearing a relatively thin jacket in the cold weather. Finally, bringing down her 13th zombie, an unlucky number, all of her knives were dull. A zombie slashed at her, she ducked and hits her hilt at the side of the zombie's head. He stumbles but continues after her. Singapore was about to turn back to the warehouse but she sees a figure form fom the snow. So, she headed the other way; deeper into the group of zombies.
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