Left 4 Planes

[UnStellar]

"My dream was always... Y'know, white picket fence, five kids, a mortgage, a wife who loved me. Hell, my dream was a wife who loved me. What more do you need other then someone who will.... Who will be there? Even when... When they don't want to. When they don't know if they should. When there's better things they could be doing. They make that decision..."

A silence hung over the car as the engine droned on endlessly, headlights illuminating the truck ahead of them.

"Nobody wants five kids. Three is pushing it." Another voice chimed in, the whole car laughing. The driver nodded,
"Three girls two boys." He said quietly.
"Nobody wants daughters either." A female voice adds in. The driver turns his head to protest, when suddenly a disturbing crash is heard just ahead as the truck they are following comes to a sudden halt, striking something in it's path. The driver barely turns back and veers to the left, scratching the right side of the car on the truck but avoiding harm.
"SPITTER!" A shrill voice screams, as the whole left side of the car is splattered with boiling green acid, eating right through the metal...

A relatively new forest green four-door Jeep Wrangler boldly strides down a back country road, lift kit, big tires, roof mounted storage container and mounted lights. It was a beast, and it's occupants drove it like one. They hit every bump and pot hole at full speed, occasionally making wild turns onto new, worse roads until they eventually came to a point where there was no road, they were driving in the forests, over stumps, rocks, and knocking down small trees that dared get in their way. They dodged between large trees and hills, weaving dizzying deep into the woods and losing all sense of direction. They burst through some brush and come into a nice grass clearing, coming to a complete stop and shifting to park. The engine cuts off as the left back door opens, a lanky dark haired man in his early twenties jumps out, walking a few paces from the Jeep, before shouting at the other three getting out,
"That was fun!" With a big smile on his face. The driver, a tall brunette with a satisfied demeanor proudly struts from the car, arms out.
"Pretty damn good driving if I can say so myself." He says, basking in it for a moment. A ridiculously tall chubby man with an easy laugh steps around the back of the Jeep.
"Hell yeah man! That was AWESOME!" The last to close his car door is a eager short blond man with glasses.
"Good driving UnStellar. Lets get camp set up guys, Orga, you're on stick duty. Hiro set up a tent, Stella as usual you're cooking. I'll get the fire going."

The four set to work looking like they were used to working with each other.

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"I still just don't really want to go with the Flu and everything... It's getting pretty serious out there right now. I don't think a cross country road trip is the smartest thing right now, Kaleb." A concerned man says. His friend chuckles in reply, giving him a good-natured jab to the shoulder.
"Come on, Nisorin. Don't tell me you believe all the Flu nonsense. Green Flu is just like Bird and Swine. It'll all blow over soon just like the last two did. This may be our only chance to meet everybody, to really meet everybody. Stellar and the guys are definitely going to be there, we've always wanted to meet them. Regina and Taylor might be coming too. It'll be fun!" His charismatic smile made it hard to turn him down.
"You're probably right." A deflated Nisorin replies. "It's just, all the graffiti and everything I've been seeing... You know, the "It's not a flu" stuff has been getting to me."
"Aw come on." Kaleb says, waving his hands in a nonchalant manner. "What's going to happen? Zombies?" He says with a smirk.

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[King Jeebus]

YES. OH GOG YES DO IT.

[UnStellar]

Thanks Jeebs, I'll update soon. I almost forgot to add you. And Orph. And Thunder. And Lyoko. It was late.

[DESTRUCTION]

I DEMAND A FIREAXE AND A LARGE AMOUNT OF ME "ACCIDENTALLY" MOLTOVING JEEBUS.

[UnStellar]

You'll make molotovs out of empty bottles of rum.

[Embodiment of Cringe]

 A L4D spinoff?

This is relevant to my interests.

[UnStellar]

A Shot For Every Wrong Turn, a Bullet For Every Wrong Step

The bar door slammed shut, two sets of frustrated steps draw closer into the bar.
"Bartender! Two shots of whiskey!" One announces, as the steps reach the bar stools and settle in. The bartender, anxious to please his first customers that day quickly pours their shots. The two slam them back, setting the glasses on the table with a heavy thump. They spend a moment in silence, one of them settling in to a comfortable stance and resting his head on his hands, elbows on the table, well the other stared at the empty glass intently, shaking ever so slightly before shouting,
"DAMMIT ZAI WHERE THE HELL ARE THAT NOT EVEN THE WHISKEY TASTES GOOD?" With a frustrated bang on the table he demands a rum on the rocks. His friend replies quietly.
"I told you we should have just told everyone we were coming..."
"Shut up Zai!" He replies in a voice a little less loud, sipping his rum. The bartender nervously raises his voice.
"Could you keep your voice down? I don't want to disturb any of the other customers." The aggravated patron takes an exaggerated glance around the bar.
"WHAT other customers?" He says, slightly subdued.
"Jeebs please just calm down." Zai asks him pleadingly, Jeebus nods with a sigh.
"Yeah, you're probably right. Sorry 'bout that. Me and my friend here were just planning an awesome surprise. Some friends of ours are getting together, you know, from the internet? But we told them we couldn't make it. But we were going to come and surprise the hell out of them. But we're lost! Made a few bad turns... Zai, where were we trying to get?" Jeebus asks, turning to him for input.
"Wisconsin Dells." He says after a brief pause of trying to remember the name.
"Yeah, the Dells... Why the hell is it in Wisconsin to begin with? Nobody likes Wisconsin." Jeebus says, before quickly adding, "No offense bartender." The bartender shakes his head slightly as Zai shrugs.
"It was a common meeting place for everyone. Plus UnStellar had family up here, so we had a place to crash for a day or two." Zai said plainly, eying other drinks behind the bar.
"This ain't even Wisconsin... You're in Minnesota. UnStellar? That's an odd name." The bartender interjects, and Jeebus laughs.
"We're in the habit of calling him by his screen name. His real names Trevor? Tyler? Hell if I know." Jeebus says, shrugging his shoulders and sipping his drink. The bartender takes a moment to think, setting his hands on the table and leaning in on the pair.
"Lemme get this straight, you two journeyed cross country to meet some guy you never seen before, whose name you don't actually know, in the middle of the biggest epidemic since the Swine Flu?" He asks, unbelief on his face. The pair shift uneasily in their seats.
"Well, when you put it like that..." Jeebus says pondering.
"It's not just him, though he's a pretty cool guy. A bunch of other people too." Zai chimes in.
"Have you met any of them?" The bartender continues. The pair share an uneasy silence.
"Just get me a rum and coke." Zai says sighing.

The two sit in glum silence. It was a long drive to the Dells from their outrageously lost position, and an even longer drive home. So they stayed the night there, drinking. And drinking. And drinking a little more. Being the only customers to come in the whole day the Bartender didn't cut them off, and they passed out on the floor after a few hours. He sighed, picking them up and laying them carefully on the two couches there at the bar, slipping them a pillow and covering them with blanket. He cleans up the bars, and slides down the metal doors that protect the windows and before locking the door hears a siren. And then several sirens. The bartender watches anxiously as a dozen or so police cars hurdle down the empty streets, lights on and siren blazing.
"What the Hell is going on here? He mutters under his breath, staring on worried. An unusual growl comes from behind him and he jumps, spinning on his heels and facing behind him. A lone figure creeps on the streets devoid of light. Where the hell were the streetlights? He wondered to himself.
"Hello?" He says cautiously, hailing to the figure.  A low growl in return. The bartender slowly inches back to the door, but a Hunter leaps from the darkness, pouncing on him and starting to tear at his flesh as he screams...

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[K2]

CTS!

[UnStellar]

Morning for Mourning

The sun shined bright down on in the clearing, though it was very early. UnStellar sat on the roof of the Jeep, smoking his tobacco pipe and looking thoughtful. He saw Zak stir in his sleeping bag, rising slowly, rubbing his eyes. He puts his glasses on and nods at UnStellar, who gives a silent smile in reply. Zak makes his way over to the jeep in his socks, stepping onto the roof.
"Whose idea was it to sleep on the ground again?" He joked, yawning and admiring the morning sun. UnStellar takes a puff off his pipe, never taking his eye off the sky.
"You guys didn't have to. I was going to do it alone. Perfectly good tent set up over there." He stated plainly. Zak glances around the camp with some concern.
"Where's Orga?" He asks, beginning to worry.
"He bailed on us last night and moved into the tent, of course." UnStellar replies with a smirk. Zak gives a brief chuckle.
"Of course he did. He's Orga." The conversation idled for a while,  the two listening to the birds chirp. A pair of deer came into the clearing, glancing curiously at the guests as they chewed the grass.
"What's on your mind, Zak?" UnStellar asks knowingly.
"Oh, you know, just a silly dream I had last night." He said skittishly.
"I doubt it's silly if you're worried about it. Tell me what's bothering you." The conversation paused while Zak collected his thoughts, before he replied,
"It was about the green flu, and of course, Zombies. We were fighting them. We were kicking ass, to be more precise. But..." Zak trailed off.
"We started to lose, and you saw us die one by one." UnStellar finishes. Zak stared at him in surprise.
"How did you-"
"I have that dream every once in a while. Don't worry Zak. It's normal to have dreams like that, it doesn't mean we're all going to die. It just shows that you're concerned, that you're ready and thinking about. What's the hardest part about the zombie apocalypse?" UnStellar asks a familiar question.
"Pretending not to be excited." Zak smiles faintly in reply.
"The four of us are like brothers now, and we're ready! We've spent the last year getting ready for the Green Flu. Remember how crazy our neighbors think we are?" Zak laughs.
"Remember when Hiro had that girl over, and she went into the armory thinking it was a bathroom? Man, she freaked. Thought we were terrorists or something. I still remember you explaining it to the cops and hoping nobody used the word zombie." They laugh together ad UnStellar blows a smoke ring from his pipe.
"They were actually really understanding. I think they were somewhat happy to see four college kids with a head on their shoulders, being prepared for some disaster. I think they were a little freaked out by the sheer amount of guns we had though."
"We still don't have enough."
"Never enuff Dakka!" The two shout at the same time, causing Hiro to stir, grumbling as he burrowed into his sleeping bag. The two laughed together heartily, UnStellar putting his hand on Zak's shoulder.
"We can cut the road trip short if you want. After we hang with everyone from SP we go home." He said reassuringly.
"You mean it man? This road trip is a dream to you."
"I do. I have my own worries about the Green Flu. I'm not sure it's going to blow over like Swine. Remember what happened to Baltimore..." He trailed off sadly, removing his hand from Zak's shoulder.
"One way or another this will hopefully blow over. We'll spend our summer at home and go next year." He says reassuringly. Zak nodded.
"Okay. If you're good with it, so am I." Hiro grumbled in his sleeping bag, rolling over.
"Yo, Hiro! You got a sound proof sleeping bag or what?" He shouts, scaring off the deer and causing Hiro to stick a middle finger out of his bag, making the two on the roof burst out in laughter.

--

"Due to the violent effect of the Green Flu, officials have ordered a lock down of eastern United States overnight. Officials are quoted saying that the Green Flue epidemic had spread much further and faster then previously thought from it's origins in Maryland, and has spread to the entire Eastern side of the United States. Officials also believe it may have spread much further West already, and have quarantined off Wisconsin, Illinois, Mississippi, Tennessee and Lousisiana. News crews from inside the quarantine zone are reporting massive damages and deaths. Officials advise every one, both in, and outside the the Quarantine zone to barricade their homes and wait this out."

A bowl of cereal hits the ground as a built, blond man jumps to his feet.
"Jeebus! Regina!" He pauses for a second. "TAYLOR!" he grabs a coat, running out the door to his car and taking off onto the highway as quickly as possible.

--

SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. Glass shattered as the bartender threw the lifeless Hunter to the ground, head caved in from bludgeoning against the door glass. Zai and Jeebus awoke with a start, stumbling to their feet.
"Dear Gog I have a hang over... Where are we?" Jeebus asks tiredly. The door opens, the Bartender pulls closed the metal sliding thing over the door, securely barricading them in, leaving the place in pitch darkness.
"You're in the Fisherman's Bar on the far east side of Minnesota. The powers out, and the zombies are here. Go back to sleep." He said deadpan. The two were already back on their respective couches.
"Mmm. Sounds about right... Good... Night..." Zai says, nodding back to sleep almost instantly. The bartender runs up stairs to patch his wounds and find his gun cabinet...

[Beware Ye Who Enter Here]

WOO! Characterization!

[DESTRUCTION]

I'm not blond..I have black hair, with a slight amount of blond. ;__;

[UnStellar]

It's been almost 4 years. You dyed it XD No I thought it looked dirty blond in your profile picture. Sorry.

[Orga the Strange]

Oh HELLZ YES! This is fucking AWESOME! When do we kick ass?!

[UnStellar]

Morning for Mourning, pt. 2

I WROTE A FOUR WORD LETTER.

Steady paces to the podium. Self consciously adjusts his tie. Deep breaths. Deeper breaths.

Post script in crooked lines...

The press jumped to their feet. Shutters clicking, lights flashing the second he came into view. He turned to them sternly, hitting the podium with a demanding aura. The pictures stopped instantly.

Though I lived, I had never been alive.


Another deep breath, grim look at the crowd as he grabs a bunch of papers from the podium.

You know who I am. You held my hand as I traveled far.

He throws the papers into the crowd, much to their surprise.
"I'm going off the paper because what I'm about to say comes from the bottom of my heart."

--

His voice spoke to millions, the few left standing to fend off hordes of the undead. It rang out on nearly ever channel, in, and out of the quarantine zone.

Listening to the whispering in my ear, soft but getting stronger...

"Know ye, all that hear this..." The voice rang out like a ghost across landscapes of dead. "This will be the last transmission of the free world."

Orpheus pushed his car to the limit, hurdling towards his friends like a rampant meteor. His grill was covered in blood from the few zombies he had run over. The Quarantine Zone was falling fast. A blood stained fire axe and glass bottles rolled around in his back seat as he took sharp tunes, the ghostly voice streaming through his radio.

"We are all infected. Me, and everyone in this room, and everyone in listening to this in North America."

Nisorin's hands nervously turned up the radio as him and K2323 listened silently.

"My fellow Americans..." The ghost paused, fighting back tears. "We have failed you, and now will all fall for the mistakes of your leaders."

An smoking, overturned car stirred quietly as the undead ran rampant, a city in flames, a people panicked. A pink haired girl crawled out of the car, hurt but not seriously. She pulls a katana from it's sheath, standing boldly.
"God, I didn't expect you to end it like this..." She mutters under her breath, the voice of the Ghost streaming from stopped cars all over the street.

Telling me the only purpose of my being here, is to stay a bit longer.

"It is only a matter of time before the infection shows itself in all of us. The vaccines... Were fake. A tool to ease your minds. Soon, all of us will become those... Creatures."

The green jeep bounces over potholes, engine roaring as it dodges obstacles. Four men stare forward with a dead set will.

"I pray, right now, as you all should, that more of us are immune then we previously thought."

Two hung over men stare at the sunrise from the roof of the bar, a third joins them, a mobile radio carrying the voice of the ghost.

"Because all we have left, is prayer.... And the fire in our hearts that keeps us alive. To everyone who hears this, America is dead. It will not survive this catastrophe. All that is left is those who will fight, those who survive. Many of us will not be seeing this next chapter of history... Myself included."

All these different people hurdling towards a common destination listened to the Ghost's voice and watched the rising sun unified for those few minutes, though they may not have known it. They were united in heart, and in purpose. The Ghost continued a brief speech in all sincerity,  well nearly every living person listened in, knowing full well what this meant.

"In conclusion, one chapter is ending in this world. But another chapter begins. Your chapter. For those who are about to face the darkness to come... Be strong, and of good courage. You will be all that is left between us and total extermination. Take your bright burning torches and light the way for others to follow."


Static effected the transmission for a second, and a few words were lost. Words that would never be repeated.

"-the last President, of the United States of America. May the better angels in us rise, to defeat the demons around us, and God help us all..."

The Ghost went silent. His voice would never to be heard again, as these distinct group of survivors stared on to the future, to the dark days ahead.

Oh, brothers, let's go down, let's go down, wont you come on down, down by the dirt of the river to pray.

[Ino]

:OOOOO CTS

[UnStellar]

Intentions

They clattered on quietly, the only noises in the cab were the silent engines hum and the shock system absorbing the blow of bumps. Hiro and Orga stayed in the back seat, each staring hard out their respective windows. Their face lacked expression as they absorbed everything just said. UnStellar, hands firmly on the steering wheel, stares forward with wide eyes and narrow mouth, shocked by the transmission they just received. Zak, fists clenched in the passenger seat, stares red faced at the road.

The silence was not broken for some time.

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POCKET FULL OF posies.... ring aroooo- [no, no, that's not quite right... hm ha. NOOOO!] {a CRY rattled through the ALLEYWAY, chilliNg the bones of any living person who heard. common infected rattled by slowly, searching for something... ANYTHING TO QUENCH THE HUNGER. quIet tears continued on. [Krying,CRYING, ALWAY WAS crying.] {the sun started to go down... whIch pleased the person whose tears stained the pavement.}  WHAT AM I [whatS happening...] a hunter screAmed, finding his pray. a high pitched scream rent the air, Wrenchin at ones heart as the sound of flesh tearing followed. "isabella!" a voIce screamed, followed by the sounds of running. a spiTter vomited, the burning sound nearby, followed by rampant shotgun fire, shells bounCing off the pavement. the gun clicked empty, and isabella's screamed ceased. his Hunger temporarily satisfied, the hunter fled the scene, the spit stopped burning as man dropped to his knees crying. [i hope he doesn't have a flash light...]

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"GOD DAMMIT." Zak screamed, fist striking the dashboard. The sudden breaking of the silence caused Orga to jump in his seat, as everyone focused on their bold leader.
"They LIED to us, the whole time! They gave us shitty vaccines, tried to give us hope, well behind our back everything was falling apart!" UnStellar briefly intervened his monologue.
"Thank goodness none of us went for those vaccines... Or else we might not all be here. I bet the vaccines contributed to the infection. Maybe that's why so many people are infected, cause they took the vaccines..."
"How ironic." Hiro mumbled.
"It only took one night! What kind of bullshit is that? They dropped the Quarantine Zone after one night!" Zak raged on, as UnStellar jerked the Jeep onto the shoulder and shifted the manual transmission down.
"CHILL THE HELL OUT." He shouted, as the tension in the car mounted. Zak glared angrily  at him at UnStellar pointed his finger at him, his voice shifting from anger to a sincere soothing.
"Please... Zak. We need to keep our heads now. It's happened. It's really happened. You're the boss, you need to keep calm. For us."  Zak stared at him for a few seconds, his breathing becoming less aggravated.
"But it's not fair what happened... UnStellar, almost everyone we know could be dead."
"No, it's not far. It's not our fault. But we can't do anything about that. We just have to survive, and live for everyone whose fallen." He said, his voice cracking as tears started to form in his eyes. Hiro sobbed as Orga locked his eyes closed, looking away. He refused to shed a tear. Zak opened his mouth, and shut it, his body shaking as he felt sobs coming on. But he pushed them back, his voice steady and calm.
"You're right. You're completely right. I'm..." His voice trailed off as UnStellar blinked through tears at him, thinking of his home back in Montana. Hiro cried unfettered as UnStellar's whole body shook. Orga continued screwing up his face, desperate not to give in.

Zak did exactly what he should have. He reached under his seat, pulling a Smith and Wesson .357, the group's only weapon. He opened his door, straightening his shoulders as he walked around the car, opening UnStellar's driver door. Wordlessly, UnStellar got out, moving around to the passenger seat. Zak jumped in, setting the gun down heavily on the counsel as he started up the Jeep. As UnStellar buckled in, they sped off to their destination, each wordlessly supporting each other in this time of grief.

For we are nothing without brotherhood... And brotherhood is nothing without your brothers.

[K2]

Very nice, bro!