L4D: The Last Stand - Game

Left 4 Dead:
The Last Stand


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Role Player: Orrion Carn
Character's Name: Alex Cohen
Location: Salem, OR
Bio: Alex is a 20 year old college student who has survived the initial outbreak. Serious with his grades for his first semester, he slowly degraded to just making it by on essays and exams in exchange for horror movies and spending most of his time on the internet just browsing.
When the outbreak began, he barricaded himself inside his dorm-room with his dorm-buddy, Allen. Though this only lasted for the first week, after Allen and Alex went out to get supplies, he was killed by a smoker. Alex freaked out and ran, only to bump into a fellow college student Sara Wall, who had been surviving on her own quite successfully. She handed him a pistol and they stuck together to survive.
Other: Alex wears a ruffled up coat and his personality would be somewhat depressed, being the apocalypse and all.
Posting Color: Gangrene Green
(Sara Wall is a PNPC {Protected-Non-Player-Character} in which case no one may take complete control of her, as in godmod/kill her. She has the same restrictions as a PC {Player-Characer}, but not as much as a major role as a PC)



Role Player: Priske
Character's Name: Nick
Location: Salem
Bio: Nick is a tall white male, his anger problems can
be stressful with other team mates but are useful in combat. He is
wearing a black dress shirt and blue jeans.
Other: he says the word sh*t alot.
Posting Color: pink

Role Player: Deathead
Character's Name: Stan Reilly
Location: Salem, OR
Bio: Stan is a average height white male, he has been surviving with his two brothers John and Rex, but is now alone since the zombies raided his hideout, he has been finding temporary hideouts, he currently has been saved by Military personnel, but has found himself fending for himself once more after the disease spreaded through the base, situated in the hospital. He usually wears makeshift armour but usually jeans, black shirt and sneakers are underneath. He has a range of weapons from the soldiers in the base, and is quite the aim, when it comes to snipers.
Other: He doesn't trust anyone.
Posting Colour: Red

Role Player: CoffeeGrunt
Character's Name: Kyle Reeves
Location: Salem, OR
Bio: One of the only survivors of the Independence Airport massacre, Kyle's memories of the military's failed last stand have taught him one thing: fighting won't win this war. He consistently believes that facing the Infected in head on combat is suicide, and that what survivors remain should find another way to win this war.
Other: Kyle still wears the tattered jeans and T-shirt torn after he was trapped in the airport's rubble. He keeps to himself, and believes that the group should find a place to hide and wat out the apocalypse they've found themselves in.
Posting Color: Yellow!

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7/2/10

Edited by CoffeeGrunt - 07 Feb 2010 at 3:06pm

Journal entry 1

 

Date: Feb 7th 2010

sunday night

 

Dear Diary,

 

Today was rough. nothing much happened up here on top of the capital center, but I have been out of food for Three no, four days now. I cant last much longer on hvac duct water drippings alone. I need to find people, live people, human people. I don't have weapons or fighting talent so I really need company. I only hope people find me before another hunter does. I'm on what appears to be the tallest building in Salem, so it offers relative protection.

 

I've heard (I don't know where) that there are survivors here, but I'm not sure. It's getting late. though, so I better go looking before the streetlights turn off.

 

with that, Isaac put his diary in his yellow messenger bag, took one more drink of air duct condensation, ran east and leaped over the edge of the building

 

Journal entry two

Date: feb 8th, 2010

Monday around noon

 

Dear Diary,

 

Who would've thought, the very next building I reach, I see someone down below? even during my jump, where I've been taught to pay attention to nothing but the wind, and what I am trying to land on, but even when I was doing that, I could tell immediately that hundreds of feet below, what I saw wasn't a zombie, he was a human. his skin was... almost glowing. we've been together up here since. I am so glad too, he'll offer some protection from the parkour zombies as I call them. I won't have to run from them every time. now if I could only learn how to use this pistol.

 

On a more serious note, you know you haven't been running in too long-a-time when you're not sure you can make relatively little jumps anymore. the distance from the capital center to this building is only about 30 ft. a relatively small gap compared to what I used to do on a daily basis back in... you know where. I forgot to stretch too. maybe this survivor is a scout, he can lead us to a more permanant survivor colony in a bigger place with food supplies. a place where I can practice my running in safety.

 

Isaac walked over to Nick.

"Oh come on, get your arm up!"

Nick said frustrated, attempting to teach Isaac how to shoot the gun.

"Im not sure how fond you are of living, but you guna need to bulk up if you wont to..."

Journal entry 5..

Date: feb 8th 2010
Monday evening

The air is nice up here, and despite his gun illiteracy, Isaac is a worthy freind. Although I wonder about that Mr. Reeves... I cant forgive my self for leaving that door open, I dont know what I was thinking that night...

Nicks eyes wonder to cloudless sky, but are quickly captured by Isaac. Who was shooting away at imaginary zombies, making a little "boom" noise with ever fake shot.

Under his breath nick mubles: "Im guna die.."

Journal entry 6

Date: feb 8th 2010
Monday night

Anther fear filled night, brings another overwhelming psychopathic take over. Im sitting on the ledge of skyscraper as a wright. A simple lean to the right will end my life, quickly, painlessly. Its outstandingly tempting...

In religion, ones "purpose" in life is to spread the word.

For a lover, ones mate is there lifes purpose.

A scientist reason for living is to benefit the world with his creations.

There is no one to preach to, no one to love, and nothing to be made... I need purpose...

nick then falls to the left, back onto the ruff and crys his way to sleep.

Journal entry 8

Date: feb 9th 2010
Tuesday

We need to find supplies, there is nothing here, I have decided to make my way to the supplies store a few blocks down. I will wright again when I get there, if I get there...

Jason held his breath. Just a few more seconds and they would be here. He knew that if he fired his gun, the rest of the nearby infected would know his position and swarm on it. He put down his M16 and crept into the kitchen, making sure not to make a noise. It was just as his parents left it. Cherry cabinets, black granite counter tops, stainless steel appliances... He took a split second to re-admire the design of it, then ran to the knife drawer. He took out 2 of the biggest knives that he could find, and leaned against the stainless steel fridge. He could hear them circling the house, looking for a way in. With all the barricades that he put up on the main floor, he didn't expect to have to fend them off, but the infected didn't leave. The minutes dragged on like hours.

The morning sun seemed to arrive sooner with each day. Two weeks back, he wouldn't have taken note of such small and, to him, rather unimportant details. Every positive detail mattered now, though, especially to a grumpy night owl like Rick, forced to early retirement from his 'job' because of the damn Green flu. He had never been a fan of mornings, until now that is. He found himself greeting his now greatest and so far only friend, the sun, with honest enthusiasm.

To go out searching for other survivors during nighttime would be suicide, especially since the power was still on and running in The Dalles, at least at the airport. If he'd gone searching there at night, he'd surely not live for more than a few minutes. All the lights would shine right down on him as he'd run around like a scared puppy, looking for a possible alive pilot.

He was never a fan of public humiliation, and even though he was pretty certain the infected didn't even know what the expression meant anymore, he waited until daybreak to search the hangars.

He'd been carrying his trusty sidearm all along, he certainly didn't expect it to be this useful. He was running low on ammunition, and he'd promised not to use his emergency stash until absolutely neccesary.

Admiring the fine metal barrel of his loyal revolver and dreaming back to the days where it scared live people instead of shooting living dead ones, he suddenly woke from his daydream to hear the not-so-distant sound of an old plane engine revving up. He holstered his gun and took off to the hangar from where the sound came.

"I might finally get out of this hell-hole." he thought to himself, as he ran towards what he hoped would be the long-awaited escape vehicle he'd dreamed of since this whole thing started...

Isaac had decided that it was time for a run about town. being able to gracefully leap between rooftops and outroppings, pluck his way along ledges, and run considerable distances along vertical walls made getting to the getting to the supply store (and away from zombies) a relative breeze. Isaac was within viewing distance of the supply store when he thought he heard crying sound, and a myriad of footstep noises in the direction of the supply location. Had nick found more survivors? was someone hurt? Isaac only could hope that it was the former as opposed to the latter. he quickly picked up his journal and began to scrawl

Journal entry 3
 2/10/10

Dear Diary,

hear sounds. went to find nick. possibly more survivors. only can hope. hope nick is ok.

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Isaac took a few steps back, ran to gain momentum, and bounded over the parapet to the alley 20 feet below. he lost no momentum in the landing, only picking up speed. he ran through the last part of the thin alley and the streets. the supply area was in view, but then so were a few other things...

(just wanted to get Isaac a closer view of the fight.)

There was a considerably large group of zombies running full velocity a mere 30 feet to the right of isaac. Isaac was outrunning them, which was good, but he wasn't sure if the armed men would let him in the gun store, he only hoped they would. Isaac picked up his speed to a dead sprint to get some distance between him, the mutants behind him, and the ones at the front entry. he went around back to look for another entry. no luck on his side. without much time to lose, Isaac planted a foot on the gunstore wall and pushed himsellf over the side to the gravel-roof. he kicked open an air duct and then dropped into the store.

(Just to let you guys know, you guys don't need to italic your actions or use the color of the person to indicate their action/speech. It makes it look cleaner too.)
(Also, please refrain from using curse words okay? I don't want this to end up like the first one where nearly everyone was blurting out F*** everywhere.)

Before Alex could reply, he heard something fall behind him. He swung around to see a man in a black tee-shirt and white jeans fling his arms up. Alex knew he wasn't infected once he did that. Instead he tossed the man a pistol and turned back to the swarm.
"What am I surpose to do with this?" The man yelled in replied.
"What do you think!?" Alex replied furiously, "Shoot them!"
The man shook his head nervously and said, "I don't know how to shoot."
Alex shook his head, he'd need to take care of that problem later.
He turned back to Nick and said, "Keep them back!"

"Why didn't I think of that!?" Nick replied as he fired again into the crowd. His plan was working, the bodies were piling up and making a barricade to hold them back until they could make a plan for escape.

(sorry about the two statements that were obviously directed towards me, my bad bro :P. I will refrain on the cussing but considering the setting, there would be some language.)
(Also, I loved "Why didn't I think of that!?" its perfectly portrays nicks personality)

"Isaac, what on earth are you doing here?!"
Nick said as he reloaded his weapon.
Isaac just looked at him with massive eyes as he pulled the trigger of the pistol and nearly shot Sarah in the head.
"EVERYONE BACK UP!" yelled nick, as he pulled the lighter out of his back pocket.
When everyone had done so he tossed the lighter in the the pile of infected...
The light was blinding...

"Okay that should hold them for a bit, now how do we get our of here?"

(It's okay with the cussing, priske, just cut down on it, no S**t S**t S**T! stuff. Keep it reasonably spaced out. RPGs are new here, so I expected as much as a little confusion in the beginning. It's always a learning experience , infact, I used to post just like you, that just shows how far you can come )
(No problem on the Nick thing , it's just something I would say )

Alex peered around the room, trying to remember the exits through his adrenaline filled mind. ...There are no exits. he concluded in his mind. That's why he and Sarah spent the night here, they only needed to watch one door.
Alex shook his head and told them that there were no other exits. That that entrance was the only way in or out.
Nick seemed to get really tensed up, he didn't like the idea of being trapped in hear.
Isaac stood forward and said, "What about the air-ducts? I made it through. The roof would be safer than the ground anyways."

It was a sound idea, they would just need to stack a few objects to get to the ducts.
Soon, after stacking objects against a gunsafe, Isaac, Sarah, Nick then Alex climbed their way up to the roof.

(Next )

They claimed up onto the ruff, but the site we saw was not that of hope or joy.. Rather, a degrading field of infected as fare as the eye could see...

Nicks stare was quickly broken by the sound of Isaac's screams.
"HELP ME, HES GOT MY LEG!!"
Some how an infected had got a hold of his leg and was pulling him down, to make matters worse, said infected was on fire.
Alex quickly pistol whipped the hell out of the zombies head, untill it feel.
After pulling Isaac up and blocking off the opening the some steel crates on the ruff, the crew started firing blindly over the edge of the ruff, into the mob. The beasts were throwing them selves at the wall trying to climb it. 
"AH man that kills!!!" declared Isaac as Sarah pulled up the pant leg to see the wound.
Nick then stated "Alright we cant fight all of them, what do we do now"

The sound of the witches crying was still ever present...

( Sorry Isaac :()

can I still parkour my way around or am I completely helpless?

Rick leaned against the large frame of the hangar, panting from running to what he hoped was his rescue from the mess that the green flu had caused. The pilot turned to look at Rick and seemed startled at the sight of him.

Dammit! I don't know what blue-collar, redneck idiot owned this damn truck, but he coulda filled it with gas before he decided the get mauled in his seat!