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Post by Zombies on Sept 1, 2012 1:23:01 GMT -5
No time to waste. The zombies were on the move again.
The ground shook as the bigger zombie stepped heavily forward, clearing a large distance with every step it took. Its low, guttural growls were blending in with the sound the wind made when it ruffled the pine trees and along with the regular zombies seemingly 'escorting' the giant, the entire procession felt like a macabre screenshot of a horror movie. But this was no movie, and this was no screenshot: the zombies were very real, and they could smell it, both types of zombies could smell it, though one type managed better than the other, the smell of living flesh lingering around the area. They were wandering closer, the dozen smaller zombies leading the pace as the larger one stood behind them, its monstruous arms dangling limply, long and clawed with untrimmed nails at the end, towering almost twice as high as a regular zombie.
And the larger zombie could practically hear it already.
The fresh blood pumping through veins.
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Post by America on Sept 1, 2012 9:01:39 GMT -5
"Zombie mating call?" America asked, blinking in surprise at Scotland and letting everything else fly right over his head. Right now, he was far more focused on the facts that zombies had a call. He didn't know that. He simply thought they just groaned all the time. Groaning and moaning and eating flesh. The perfect life of a zombie.
But..."Zombies mate?" A truly disgusted look crossed his face as his brain was filled with mental images that he certainly didn't want to have. And then those turned into baby zombies running around. "Oh, god, there's probably millions of them, then! They must have all sorts of babies and then we'll never be able to kill them all!" He bit his lip, then realized something.
How the hell did zombies have children? If they were already dead creatures, there was no way they could create a baby. He might have not learned all too much in the sexual department, but even he knew that. Scotland had probably been using that stupid British sarcasm. And America fell for it.
Clearing his throat and trying to hide his flushed cheeks, America stammered, "W-Well, let's not worry about that right now. We should find the zombies and I'll be the best bait ever!"
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Post by Russia on Sept 15, 2012 3:23:48 GMT -5
[I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry ... This is short, too...]
"Eh, ok, I will~" Russia wasn't sure exactly where they'd find any in an unpopulated- or should that be depopulated, now?- area, but they could always look and hope.
"I haven't got it, either~"- If such a thing did exist, he'd never had responsibility for it. Scotland was either joking or America was being his normal idiot self and not realising what he had was important.
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Post by Scotland on Sept 15, 2012 13:25:54 GMT -5
Scotland slapped a hand to his face, chuckling uncontrollably when America riled himself up, crying that were could be millions of the humping undead. Soon his hand couldn't hold it in and he was laughing fully, throwing his head back in joyful noise. He regained control after a few moments and wiped at his eyes with a gloved finger.
"You're a right riot, America," he chuckled a bit because it's hard to stop laughing completely after a laughting fit. "Let's be hopin' there be nae bairns /babies/, aye?"
Then he glances around them again for approaching danger. "I be thinkin', if we had chain, or rope, wit Hero-bait distractin' it, we could ride the bikes an' wind the chain 'round its legs, an' chop it ta size while it be on the groond /ground/."
He looked to America for any objections or better ideas. "Cause we gotta knock it doon /down/ wit'out bein' squished. Mebbe if we find trees instead?"
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Post by America on Sept 16, 2012 13:35:29 GMT -5
He had been a bit humiliated when Scotland started laughing at him, but America didn't start pouting or blushing as he normally would have done. Instead, he bit his lip and smiled nervously, hoping that no one would hold that rather embarrassing incident against him. He was just high-strung at the moment, being out in an empty area like this, where zombies could pop up any minute, And if they were popping out babies, that would do nothing to aid them in their quest to rid the world of the undead creatures.
"That's a great idea, Scotland!" he said in response to Scotland's plan. It was so great, in fact, that he was wondering why he didn't think of it. "I think the bikes would work. 'Course, you'd have to do it without the zombie noticing you were coming at him. So maybe I let him-it-whatever get close enough to me and give a signal or something?"
Too hyped up on this idea to listen to much else, he began looking around the landscape, trying to find a good spot where he could set up. "So we can look around for them in this general location, and once we find them, I'll keep 'em distracted while you guys get the motorcycles. How's that sound?" Never mind that it was Scotland's idea in the first place- America wanted credit.
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Post by Zombies on Sept 16, 2012 18:25:11 GMT -5
The largest zombie was leading the pack though it was behind the others, grunting lowly as it stepped heavily on the forest floor, one large foot at a time. Many bulges of skin, resembling tumors, had grown on its arms and torso, and once of its eyes was covered by another inflation on the side of its head. Its senses were still as sharp, though, as it walked through the trees, uncaring if it got whipped by branches and pine needles. It was still honing its senses to find the prey it'd smelled from afar, and when its sensitive nose finally picked up traces of human scent again, and very close, this time, it roared.
It did not moan, nor did it screech, but it roared. Somewhere in the forest, a mutated white crow flew off into the grey skies.
The smaller zombies that were accompanying the larger specimen moaned as their 'leader' detected food, their cries rising as one as they stumbled through the trees. There was light not far away, light from the clearing, and the zombies instinctively knew that that's where they were going. Not long after, limbs flailing and mouths open in their usually unholy cries, they started appearing through the trees around the clearing, eyes glinting in the shade of the trees.
As they advanced, the new type of zombie swung a hand at the trees around them, breaking a few branches and clearing the way for it to step on the outskirts of the clearing as well.
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Post by Russia on Sept 29, 2012 7:58:24 GMT -5
Russia nodded to the idea- it probably was the best they could come up with at such notice- but was cut off from responding verbally yby the roar of what he assumed was the new type of zombie, as none he had encountered had ever sounded like that. That, and the evident movement in the forest, sent birds and woodland animals scarpering.
"But if we are going to do that, we are going to have to start now- I don't think that" Russia pointed to where the disturbance was coming from "is friendly~" his point was proven as, with the crack of broken branches, thr hulking form shambled through into the clearing.
He instinctively swung his weapon to bear, but then loosened his aim (that wasn't what they were here for) and watched for how his other two teammates would react.
((Sorry, school stole my inspiration ^^; and the time to deal with it))
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Post by Scotland on Oct 3, 2012 7:47:08 GMT -5
Scotland listened to America's feedback, still sitting on his motorcycle, as its padded seat was rather comfortable. He crossed his arms and sucked the remaining life out of his second smoke as he took in the feedback and tried to create the battle plan in his head. America's main job was to be as loud and distracting and delicious-looking as he could be. His second job was to ensure he demanded and retained the attention of the undead despite the other two team members doing their work. He'd glanced over to gauge Russia's response when the unnatural roar swept over them. All the hair on the back of Scotland's neck stood up as instinct told him this was probably going to be bad. Fear caused his muscles to tense, his breathing to quicken and his body to start shooting adrenaline through his veins. His fight or flight response was triggered, but Scotland rarely went with the second option.
As the sound of trees and branches crashing began to reach them, Scotland threw down his cigarette and smashed it under his heel as he revved up his bike's engine. Best it be a noise that already existed when the monster zombie reached them rather than something new that would snap attention away from America. The rising and falling of excited moans and howls coming out of the trees meant big brother zombie had brought some of his smaller siblings along.
"Hero-bait, yer on! We be depending on yer ability ta keep their attention!" he snapped, turning his bike a bit, unable to keep still. "Russia, ye come wit' me! We're gonna flank an' pick the beasties off!"
He pointed his bike in the direction he wanted them to head and revved the engine again.
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Post by America on Oct 3, 2012 10:21:27 GMT -5
Before anyone could have replied to his feedback in any way, a loud roar rumbled around them. America spun, facing the forest, and watched as zombies came into view, both the large one they were after and many of the normal sort. He stared for a second, his mind not exactly registering Russia's words, but he snapped back to attention when Scotland addressed him.
Now he actually had to be the bait.
He grabbed his rifle and turned the safety off, nodding at Scotland and trying to push away the fear that was threatening to overwhelm him. Now that he actually got a better look at the new sort of zombie, his heart was pounding in his chest. It seemed easy enough to talk about being the bait, to distract that beast, but with the goal in front of him, he really just wanted to run and hide and pretend nothing had ever happened.
But, hey, he had volunteered. And besides that, he was America. He could do this! He never ran from trouble.
Feeling more determined, he smirked and gave both Russia and Scotland a salute. "You guys better hurry. I'm not gonna forgive ya if that ugly shithead gets me." With that being said, he turned and faced the zombies once more, walking forward a little bit so as to let the other two make their leave. He glanced at the smaller zombies. He'd bring those down first to make the job easier on himself. There weren't too many, so as long as he didn't panic and bring down the big one, they'd all be fine.
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Post by Zombies on Oct 5, 2012 22:48:09 GMT -5
As the large zombie emerged completely from the trees, roaring again, it spotted its prey, standing wide in the open. Rational thought was the last thing it possessed, so of course, it's first instinct was to lock onto its target, regardless of the fact that it was most probably a trap. Below it, the small fry were already moving to grab the same prey the larger zombie coveted, moaning loudly and shuffling along one after the other. They covered a lot of ground, only getting a few feet away from the nation before the mutant zombie started moving.
It was a lot faster than anything its size should've been able to move. Heavy steps resounded in the air as it approached, mercilessly trampling a couple of regular zombies on its way to its prey. By the time the zombies had reached within grabbing distance of the nation, the larger one was already lifting its hand, only clearing the last few meters between them before he could attempt to crush the small human.
[One of you three is going to temporarily "die" in this thread, because I decided it would be so. Any volunteers? If not, I'll pick at random while roleplaying. Also, all three of you should tell me if you want the more gruesome or less gruesome "death". Note that this "death" does not involve biting, and is only temporary.]
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Post by Scotland on Oct 6, 2012 9:22:29 GMT -5
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Post by Russia on Oct 6, 2012 15:21:31 GMT -5
[Zombies choose! And pshhh, gruesome (Russia is being short and needing to write)]
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Post by America on Oct 7, 2012 15:38:16 GMT -5
[[Agreed with Russia and Scotland. Random choosing and gruesome! Gruesome! GRUESOME!]]
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