Acutaly i have this hat with all the main charicters names in it....I take it you didn't like my viking goat thrower
The Zombie eXtermination Team
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Zombie Extermination Team
Starring in alphabetic order.... well not realy
Zoombie as team strongman
Napalme "Napalm" Cobra as team gun man
and
Alanti Firestar as Alantie Firestar as team insane guy with ax
Archangle of Death as team recherch head
Cyder as Clone of Cyder who had his EVIL gene expanded to triple times its normal size!
Hanor Xan
HorseFlesh
aGorm(kindof)
Zombie Extermination squad is brought to you by:
Russion Death Ray, more on this here http://www.tldm.org/news4/deathraygun.htm
The smoke drifted over the waters with Xan's laughter. Xan was still filled with glee, leaning on the massive flack gun he had used to kill Banzi and the ZET! Horseflesh guffawed with him, his dim mind realising that maby he could net a promotion in the grand scheam of thing. Xan picked up the smokeing shell caseing of the flack shell. "Where sould i put this?" Xan asked Horseflesh. "What Sir?" Xan decided he didnt need a servitor so he shot Horseflesh. "Wrong answer" he said and then walked down the stairs to the World Crime Leauge. The leaders of the most evil orginisations where discussing their vacation plans for when they had concered the world. "Genetlem...computers...lady" Xan said, sitting down on his chair "Buckaroo Banzi and the infernal Zombie Extermination Team... is dead!" The cheer's from the members where defening. "So" cut in Jujji (being his normal wet blanket, "What do we do about the Justice League?"
"Ahhh the justice league, with their famed super spy's and super hero's!" Xan laughed and pulled out a intricatly carved silver gun. It had a chamber with a glowing green bullet. "This is the Anti-Heromatic" He said lazly aiming it around at the various memebrs of the WCL. Each flinched as the barrel pointed at them. "Its unique poisin targets the good gene of humains, and when it has been destroyed then all vestiges of good in the humains is gone"
"But Super Hero's can regenerate it eventualy, and super spy's have replacement good genes!" Cut in Kim (one of her plan's used the Anit-Heromatic)
"Well" Xan flicked a small witch near the trigger. The bullet was instantly replaced with a glowing red bullet. "This is the Evilmatic bullet"
"what dose it do?"
"It replaces the empty section of the good gene, makeing the perrson permenatly and unavoidably evil!" Xan cackled "At the next Leauge meting we can come in with machine guns and bullets and change the Leauge into a Legion! The Legion of Evil"
"Dont we already have a Legion of Death?" asked Jujji
"Well....it will be called the... we will think up a name later!" said Xan.
aGrom's cloneing vat ingected some growth hormone and the embryo suddenly quadruled in size seven times over the next few seconts. T to 2.3 day's was the read out.
If Horesflesh was still alive then it would of seen a grappeling hook whistle up from the oncein. It grabbed onto Horseflesh's leg and slid off finaly hooking onto the wall of the balcony. Gasping with persperation a single hand grabbed onto the top of the balcony. Buckaroo Banzi climbed onto the balcony, his persperation obviosly caused the hevy rail gun he was carrying. The next to come up was Alanti, holding his axe. Zoombie came up next, holding his EMG in a death grip. Agninkoff finaly came up last. Then they all pulled on the rope, pulling Napalms body up. He had a broken leg and hevely burnt face. He had been close to the flack shot, so he and agninkoff would stay behind. Zoombie, Banzi and Alanti headed into the base. A long way down, the Jet didnt look much like a jet.
Its left wing was burnt, but it had beem pulled into the side. The secont wing was also pulled in. The jet's had been fliped around and propeller replaced them. Now it looked more like... a submersable.
Starring in alphabetic order.... well not realy
Zoombie as team strongman
Napalme "Napalm" Cobra as team gun man
and
Alanti Firestar as Alantie Firestar as team insane guy with ax
Archangle of Death as team recherch head
Cyder as Clone of Cyder who had his EVIL gene expanded to triple times its normal size!
Hanor Xan
HorseFlesh
aGorm(kindof)
Zombie Extermination squad is brought to you by:
Russion Death Ray, more on this here http://www.tldm.org/news4/deathraygun.htm
The smoke drifted over the waters with Xan's laughter. Xan was still filled with glee, leaning on the massive flack gun he had used to kill Banzi and the ZET! Horseflesh guffawed with him, his dim mind realising that maby he could net a promotion in the grand scheam of thing. Xan picked up the smokeing shell caseing of the flack shell. "Where sould i put this?" Xan asked Horseflesh. "What Sir?" Xan decided he didnt need a servitor so he shot Horseflesh. "Wrong answer" he said and then walked down the stairs to the World Crime Leauge. The leaders of the most evil orginisations where discussing their vacation plans for when they had concered the world. "Genetlem...computers...lady" Xan said, sitting down on his chair "Buckaroo Banzi and the infernal Zombie Extermination Team... is dead!" The cheer's from the members where defening. "So" cut in Jujji (being his normal wet blanket, "What do we do about the Justice League?"
"Ahhh the justice league, with their famed super spy's and super hero's!" Xan laughed and pulled out a intricatly carved silver gun. It had a chamber with a glowing green bullet. "This is the Anti-Heromatic" He said lazly aiming it around at the various memebrs of the WCL. Each flinched as the barrel pointed at them. "Its unique poisin targets the good gene of humains, and when it has been destroyed then all vestiges of good in the humains is gone"
"But Super Hero's can regenerate it eventualy, and super spy's have replacement good genes!" Cut in Kim (one of her plan's used the Anit-Heromatic)
"Well" Xan flicked a small witch near the trigger. The bullet was instantly replaced with a glowing red bullet. "This is the Evilmatic bullet"
"what dose it do?"
"It replaces the empty section of the good gene, makeing the perrson permenatly and unavoidably evil!" Xan cackled "At the next Leauge meting we can come in with machine guns and bullets and change the Leauge into a Legion! The Legion of Evil"
"Dont we already have a Legion of Death?" asked Jujji
"Well....it will be called the... we will think up a name later!" said Xan.
aGrom's cloneing vat ingected some growth hormone and the embryo suddenly quadruled in size seven times over the next few seconts. T to 2.3 day's was the read out.
If Horesflesh was still alive then it would of seen a grappeling hook whistle up from the oncein. It grabbed onto Horseflesh's leg and slid off finaly hooking onto the wall of the balcony. Gasping with persperation a single hand grabbed onto the top of the balcony. Buckaroo Banzi climbed onto the balcony, his persperation obviosly caused the hevy rail gun he was carrying. The next to come up was Alanti, holding his axe. Zoombie came up next, holding his EMG in a death grip. Agninkoff finaly came up last. Then they all pulled on the rope, pulling Napalms body up. He had a broken leg and hevely burnt face. He had been close to the flack shot, so he and agninkoff would stay behind. Zoombie, Banzi and Alanti headed into the base. A long way down, the Jet didnt look much like a jet.
Its left wing was burnt, but it had beem pulled into the side. The secont wing was also pulled in. The jet's had been fliped around and propeller replaced them. Now it looked more like... a submersable.
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You mean I got killed off by the random whim of your psycopathic, evil hat! How cruel! How unusal! How embarrassing! The most powerful ship in the top-secret, unkown universe and I get killed by the mere thought of a hat!
Why am I still in the opening credits? Can I come back with the evil Caydr and plot revenge on your hat?
Why am I still in the opening credits? Can I come back with the evil Caydr and plot revenge on your hat?
In every era, in every age, there is a single event... whitch is not the sole cause of the change...but it is a part. This is one sutch event....
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Zoombie hefted his EMG. He was near the bottom of a spining spiral case of Xan's gothic castle on his island. he could here the discusion of the world crime leauge. Banzi was circling around to a balcony, and Alanti was getting ready to do something "unexpected". Zoombie just hope he would wait till every one was ready.
"Now i am going to send three squads of my Legion, armed with Evilmatics and anti-Heromatics, and we will remake the world in OUR image!" Xan's oration was getting to a fererish pitch. Suddenly Kim's voice pirced through his speech with a "It Buckaroo Banzi!" Zoombie spun round and fired his EMG at the table as Banzi jumped from the balcony he was on, and grabbed onto the massive chandalier. "Kill him! KILL HIM!" Shouted Xan and the entire world crime leauge pulled out their guns. Banzi caught the chandalier as the EMG shots smashed into the wall, cealing, floor and table harmlsesly. Jujji and OJ noticed this and fired back at Zoombie. Zoombie ducked behind coever as bullets smashed into the area around him.
Banzi leaped twardes Xan and landed on the table next to him. Xan whiped his hand into his robe and pulled out a light weight kantana, cunstructed with megaplastic (hyper light weight and strong and ironicaly invented by the Banzi instaturte). Banzi jumped from the table and grabed a fold out kantana from his scabbared. He pulled out the first half and with a flick of his wrist the sword snaped to its full extention. "Lets end this" Banzi said, suprisingly calm. Xan swiped up to the left side of Banzi's face. Banzi blocked it efficently and sliced downwards to Xan, who sidestepd out of the way quickly.
Alanti ran in, well pushed in actualy, by twenty Legionairs. Alanti sqiped with his axe, blasting one apart into a million picese. "Wev got a problem!" He souted. "I KNOW!" yelled back Zoobmie, a hail of bullets peppering his area. He snaped a few shots at Jujji. One sliced by his head, but he was unfazed. Zoombie looked up the stairs, hearing foot steps. A blond chick smiled at him "Hello" she said and pulled out her gun. "Im realy sick of people doing that" Zoombie managed to say befor Kim shot him three times.
Alanti axed three more Legionairs and pulled out his side arm to finish off three more. Banzi and Xan continued to fight their way around the battlefeild. Banzi was backed up a flight of stairs to the balcony before a expert kick smashed Xan backwards. Zoombie grinned and shot Kim three times in return. "Aim for the head" he said as advice, then pulled the three grendades straped around Kim's waste. Jujji reloded, and that was enough time for Zoombie to cuck one of the grnaids round the bend.
OK, ever the faithfull assistent, cought the grendade before OJ would start showing off his base ball skills. Unfortunantly he was a baskit ball player and fumbled the throw. The grendade blew him to pices. OJ and Jujji protected themselves from the bits and pices with the table. Alanti smashed a Legionair with his axe before kicking one out one of the windows overlooking the trecherous waters of the alantic ociean. Banzi backed Xan into a corner.
"Yeild or die" He said, pointing his sword directly at Xan's throte. "Oh Banzi, you where always predictable" Xan said before pulling out his gun and shooting Banzi in the cheast. Banzi staggered backwards and fell. Xan laughed and reloded his gun. "BAANZII!" shouted Alanti. Xan fired his secont bullet into Banzi's body. Alanti threw his axe and it smashed into Xan's cheast. He toppeld backwards, a massive axe protruding from his cheast and fell directly onto on one of the rocks. Xan was dead.
Zoombie fired his last round into Jujji. Jujji simply grinned and died. OJ was dead already, a pice of snrapnal lodged between his eye's (ironicaly it was part of OK's neakless). Zoombie (being a zoombie) was fine. Alanti called for Aggninkkof and ran to Banzi. "Buckaroo! Are you okay!" Asked Alanti. Banzi groned and sat up. He wasent bleeding. "I dont know...my head hurts like hell" he said. Suddenly a queer look crossed over his face, but if vanished quickly. Banzi pulled out the two needles that had injected something into his vein's. Aggninkoff could tell that they dint contain poisin from the residues in the bottles. Banzi and the ZET suddenly looked up at the squadren of black, Leagion of Death helicopters fly towards the horision. "Quick! They could be going anywhere!" Said Banzi. "The Flack Cannon!" said Zoombie. They all ran up the stairs, over Horsfleshes body and armed the flack cannon. Alanti aimed and fired. One of the black helicopters exploded into a million pices. BANG! Another helicopter exploded. BANG THe last shot almost missed, but ironicaly the piolet was trying to avoid the third shot and ran straight into it.
THe ZET cheered and they all clambered down the their Jet. Napalm was then lowered down by Agninkoff and then Agninkoff lowered himself. Alanti pressed the helicopter button and they sped towards home, their Jet sped towards the ZET base...
Moscow: A single man stooped down to pick up a suit case that he though was his. He then begain to walk down to a subway, carrying the bomb. A thousand miles away, Xan's heart stoped beating and the sessation of it was a signal to a computer to start the count down. The man entered the sub way, then heard a hiss from his suit case. He droped is, puzzled. Then he opend it and smelled gas. He waved to a near by police man and heald his shirt to his face, hoping to slow the poisin. Of course it was already far to late...
The rest of the people missling about started to flee, but the crowded ness of the subway unfortunantly blocked them. The man begain to convulse. He died in a few agonising seconts. Two more people begain to convulse as well, and soon it was five. No one noticed the first man getting up. He looked bemused for a few seconts till he saw antother man. His face contorted and he snarled. The man was on the other person before the rest of the passengers noticed. The man bit deeply into the other man's neck and ripped out his jugular... Three more people rose and begain to attack...
New York: A small canister, hidden in a MacDonalds, opened. A nearby woman died in a few seconts of smelling something like a dead rat. She got up a few seconts later and was confused about the bathroom she was in. Then the door opened and a young girl came in "Mommy?" she asked puzzledly....
Tokyo: A single resturant, popular in its district but relativly unknown through out the rest of the world. A small canister in the ------- opened, and a chef convulsed and died. His partrs called the hosbital, but suddenly her arm was grabbed by a stone cold hand...
New Dehli: In a crowded bazzar a small canister, hidden in a palm tree opened. Ten people died together, each one sitting around it, engoying some cool drinks. They attacked the rest of the customers with abandoe. A single security camera records the massacer.....
A new world has dawned....[/code]
This weeks Zombie Defence Team is brought to you by Universal Stuideos and whatch this trailer first: http://www.apple.com/trailers/universal ... large.html
Zoombie hefted his EMG. He was near the bottom of a spining spiral case of Xan's gothic castle on his island. he could here the discusion of the world crime leauge. Banzi was circling around to a balcony, and Alanti was getting ready to do something "unexpected". Zoombie just hope he would wait till every one was ready.
"Now i am going to send three squads of my Legion, armed with Evilmatics and anti-Heromatics, and we will remake the world in OUR image!" Xan's oration was getting to a fererish pitch. Suddenly Kim's voice pirced through his speech with a "It Buckaroo Banzi!" Zoombie spun round and fired his EMG at the table as Banzi jumped from the balcony he was on, and grabbed onto the massive chandalier. "Kill him! KILL HIM!" Shouted Xan and the entire world crime leauge pulled out their guns. Banzi caught the chandalier as the EMG shots smashed into the wall, cealing, floor and table harmlsesly. Jujji and OJ noticed this and fired back at Zoombie. Zoombie ducked behind coever as bullets smashed into the area around him.
Banzi leaped twardes Xan and landed on the table next to him. Xan whiped his hand into his robe and pulled out a light weight kantana, cunstructed with megaplastic (hyper light weight and strong and ironicaly invented by the Banzi instaturte). Banzi jumped from the table and grabed a fold out kantana from his scabbared. He pulled out the first half and with a flick of his wrist the sword snaped to its full extention. "Lets end this" Banzi said, suprisingly calm. Xan swiped up to the left side of Banzi's face. Banzi blocked it efficently and sliced downwards to Xan, who sidestepd out of the way quickly.
Alanti ran in, well pushed in actualy, by twenty Legionairs. Alanti sqiped with his axe, blasting one apart into a million picese. "Wev got a problem!" He souted. "I KNOW!" yelled back Zoobmie, a hail of bullets peppering his area. He snaped a few shots at Jujji. One sliced by his head, but he was unfazed. Zoombie looked up the stairs, hearing foot steps. A blond chick smiled at him "Hello" she said and pulled out her gun. "Im realy sick of people doing that" Zoombie managed to say befor Kim shot him three times.
Alanti axed three more Legionairs and pulled out his side arm to finish off three more. Banzi and Xan continued to fight their way around the battlefeild. Banzi was backed up a flight of stairs to the balcony before a expert kick smashed Xan backwards. Zoombie grinned and shot Kim three times in return. "Aim for the head" he said as advice, then pulled the three grendades straped around Kim's waste. Jujji reloded, and that was enough time for Zoombie to cuck one of the grnaids round the bend.
OK, ever the faithfull assistent, cought the grendade before OJ would start showing off his base ball skills. Unfortunantly he was a baskit ball player and fumbled the throw. The grendade blew him to pices. OJ and Jujji protected themselves from the bits and pices with the table. Alanti smashed a Legionair with his axe before kicking one out one of the windows overlooking the trecherous waters of the alantic ociean. Banzi backed Xan into a corner.
"Yeild or die" He said, pointing his sword directly at Xan's throte. "Oh Banzi, you where always predictable" Xan said before pulling out his gun and shooting Banzi in the cheast. Banzi staggered backwards and fell. Xan laughed and reloded his gun. "BAANZII!" shouted Alanti. Xan fired his secont bullet into Banzi's body. Alanti threw his axe and it smashed into Xan's cheast. He toppeld backwards, a massive axe protruding from his cheast and fell directly onto on one of the rocks. Xan was dead.
Zoombie fired his last round into Jujji. Jujji simply grinned and died. OJ was dead already, a pice of snrapnal lodged between his eye's (ironicaly it was part of OK's neakless). Zoombie (being a zoombie) was fine. Alanti called for Aggninkkof and ran to Banzi. "Buckaroo! Are you okay!" Asked Alanti. Banzi groned and sat up. He wasent bleeding. "I dont know...my head hurts like hell" he said. Suddenly a queer look crossed over his face, but if vanished quickly. Banzi pulled out the two needles that had injected something into his vein's. Aggninkoff could tell that they dint contain poisin from the residues in the bottles. Banzi and the ZET suddenly looked up at the squadren of black, Leagion of Death helicopters fly towards the horision. "Quick! They could be going anywhere!" Said Banzi. "The Flack Cannon!" said Zoombie. They all ran up the stairs, over Horsfleshes body and armed the flack cannon. Alanti aimed and fired. One of the black helicopters exploded into a million pices. BANG! Another helicopter exploded. BANG THe last shot almost missed, but ironicaly the piolet was trying to avoid the third shot and ran straight into it.
THe ZET cheered and they all clambered down the their Jet. Napalm was then lowered down by Agninkoff and then Agninkoff lowered himself. Alanti pressed the helicopter button and they sped towards home, their Jet sped towards the ZET base...
Moscow: A single man stooped down to pick up a suit case that he though was his. He then begain to walk down to a subway, carrying the bomb. A thousand miles away, Xan's heart stoped beating and the sessation of it was a signal to a computer to start the count down. The man entered the sub way, then heard a hiss from his suit case. He droped is, puzzled. Then he opend it and smelled gas. He waved to a near by police man and heald his shirt to his face, hoping to slow the poisin. Of course it was already far to late...
The rest of the people missling about started to flee, but the crowded ness of the subway unfortunantly blocked them. The man begain to convulse. He died in a few agonising seconts. Two more people begain to convulse as well, and soon it was five. No one noticed the first man getting up. He looked bemused for a few seconts till he saw antother man. His face contorted and he snarled. The man was on the other person before the rest of the passengers noticed. The man bit deeply into the other man's neck and ripped out his jugular... Three more people rose and begain to attack...
New York: A small canister, hidden in a MacDonalds, opened. A nearby woman died in a few seconts of smelling something like a dead rat. She got up a few seconts later and was confused about the bathroom she was in. Then the door opened and a young girl came in "Mommy?" she asked puzzledly....
Tokyo: A single resturant, popular in its district but relativly unknown through out the rest of the world. A small canister in the ------- opened, and a chef convulsed and died. His partrs called the hosbital, but suddenly her arm was grabbed by a stone cold hand...
New Dehli: In a crowded bazzar a small canister, hidden in a palm tree opened. Ten people died together, each one sitting around it, engoying some cool drinks. They attacked the rest of the customers with abandoe. A single security camera records the massacer.....
A new world has dawned....[/code]
Well as long as ONE person likes it... then ill keep on makeing them!
and now.... Season Two: Postmortum Revenge
Zoombie Extermintaion Team, Squad... whatever
Starring
Zoombie
Alanti Firestar (now with last name!)
Napalm Cobra (also with last name)
Buckaroo Banzi (alive or dead?)
aGorm
Cyder
Emillo Lazardo (you forgot about him diddent you!)
The small, self powered cart wheeled itself gingerly around the dead body's of the World Crime Leauge, and several Legion of Death Memebers. Dr. Emellio Lazardo directed his camera to view the entire scean. "Hello?" He asked, checking to see if anyone could open the door for him. A laugh echoed out over the inner sanction of the late Hanor Xan.
"I am here Lazardo" Said Cyder, looking at the mechinized madman from his balcony.
"Well! Open the door Monkyboy!"
"Monkyboy?" asked Cyder
"yes... cant you see! Egg sucking ape decendend!"
"For one" said Cyder, walking down the stairs to Lazardo "I am the one with the gun" he continued, pulling out his gun, "and i AM the one with the occilation overthruster... whitch you need to get back to the eight dimension!" Cyder finished his walk and aimlessly aimed his gun in the general direction of Lazardo. Lazardo was wisely silent. "Now" siad Cyder, sitting down on Hanor Xan's expanceve chair and putting his feet up on the table, sliding Jujji's corpse off. "I have a deal..."
Alanti was worried. The usual radio chatter that was usualy picked up by the jet was largly panicked. It seemed as if it was a major disaster... but it was happending to every country at the same time. "Zoombie... listen to this" Alanti said, passing the recever to Zoombie. Zoombie cought a few scattered sentences, most of them concentraited on falling back, and refugee's. "Get us to the Base as fast as possible" Zoombie said before sitting down to help tend to Napalm.
The Jet zipped over the ocien towards the ZET Base. In New York, Moscow, Tokyo and New Dehili pandimonium reinged. At first the local police had though that the new cases of Undead were a normal zombie outbreak. However when the zombie's rushed the clearing squads where unlike any zombie that anyone had seen. They where fast, and agile, but with the same mindless ferocity seen in regurlar zombies.
Much was known about the Zombie Virus. It mutates the brain and stop the heart, creating a totaly oxygin independent orginisem that can onyl be stoped by shooting it in the brain. Simple and once the populus as a whole was educated on how to deal with zombies, easy to contian. Seeing as how "dealing" with zombie's was walking away rather quickly, finiding the nearest AZS (antiZombieSquad) and letting them take care of the zombie's. But Zoombie's where unusual mutations. The brain, insted of becoming a mindless hunter, Zoombies kept their minds if not their memorie's. So Zoombies could run (after limbering their dead tissue up a bit) and are as dextrious as their previous body's coud, albeit a little less so due to mild rigor mortis.
So the AZS where total unprepaired and overwhellemed by the ravinous and speedy undead. One or two managed to get several refugee's away, but they where still taken. In Tokyo, extream mesures where taken by the local AZS's, with firebombs and hevy anti-personal munitions being used on riotios populus and the zombie's that attacked them. In New York, the entire island was surrounded with huge number of battle ships, and the entirely over run parts of the city where being shelled.
The riot controll in Moscow and New Dehill was slightly less draconion, but was still harsh, many times killing the people it was suposed to be helping. At the whitehouse the United States president sent out a radio transminsion to the ZET. On the Jet the ZET responded and headed straight to their base to get some guns. The Jet flew over New York and stoped on three buildings where the civilins that couldend escape had barricaded themselves on the roof's. Now the Jet was incredably crouded, and its shoddy replacement wing was under a great deal of stress. The Jet still managed to make it to the base, after droping off the refugee's at a AZS base.
Zoombie walked up to the main door of the Base and presed his palm against the scanner by its side. Alanti was assisting Aggninkoff and Banzi pull Napalm to the medical facilities. THe door slid open with a sucking plop nois. The guts that had splattered it drew apart with the door's as they slid apart. Zoombie blached. The door and hall way around the entrence and the cloning facilities where slick with blood. The coloning deveice had also been smashed apart... aparently from the inside....
Zombie grabed his side arm, a small Phased Plasma Gun that he used when he didnt want to damage anything to much... other that the guy he was shooting at. Zoombie told the others to wait, and he and Alanti walked into the base. Bloody footprints lead into the base, each one aparently bare feet. Zoombie decided to send Alanti to the armoury to get his experimental weapons, and he himself went straight to the C&C. He could check the base records from their.
Alanti found nothing till he got to the armoury. His nerves where tingling, and he alway's expected something to attack him. But nothing did. He got to the armour and got out his new bomb. He called it the Banna.
Zoombie saw the bloody foot prints leading to the mess hall, and pulled out his comunicator and dilled Alanti's number. "Alanti here" Alanti siad
"Hey i think what ever it is is in the mess hall" Zoombie said. Alanti rushed over their, holding two Bannana bombs and a new Frizbee Grenade, whitch he alway's called it the Cookie. Both ALanti and Zoombie stood outside the Mess Hall door and heard someripping and tering sounds. "Okay... we go in on three"
"One"
"Two"
"Three!"
Both Alanti and Zoombie bursed in on the mess room, holding their guns at any intruder, shouting a loud war cry.
aGorm looked up from his meal absentmindedly. "Oh i wondered when you guy's get back" he said. "but dont worry, i only died once".....
and now.... Season Two: Postmortum Revenge
Zoombie Extermintaion Team, Squad... whatever
Starring
Zoombie
Alanti Firestar (now with last name!)
Napalm Cobra (also with last name)
Buckaroo Banzi (alive or dead?)
aGorm
Cyder
Emillo Lazardo (you forgot about him diddent you!)
The small, self powered cart wheeled itself gingerly around the dead body's of the World Crime Leauge, and several Legion of Death Memebers. Dr. Emellio Lazardo directed his camera to view the entire scean. "Hello?" He asked, checking to see if anyone could open the door for him. A laugh echoed out over the inner sanction of the late Hanor Xan.
"I am here Lazardo" Said Cyder, looking at the mechinized madman from his balcony.
"Well! Open the door Monkyboy!"
"Monkyboy?" asked Cyder
"yes... cant you see! Egg sucking ape decendend!"
"For one" said Cyder, walking down the stairs to Lazardo "I am the one with the gun" he continued, pulling out his gun, "and i AM the one with the occilation overthruster... whitch you need to get back to the eight dimension!" Cyder finished his walk and aimlessly aimed his gun in the general direction of Lazardo. Lazardo was wisely silent. "Now" siad Cyder, sitting down on Hanor Xan's expanceve chair and putting his feet up on the table, sliding Jujji's corpse off. "I have a deal..."
Alanti was worried. The usual radio chatter that was usualy picked up by the jet was largly panicked. It seemed as if it was a major disaster... but it was happending to every country at the same time. "Zoombie... listen to this" Alanti said, passing the recever to Zoombie. Zoombie cought a few scattered sentences, most of them concentraited on falling back, and refugee's. "Get us to the Base as fast as possible" Zoombie said before sitting down to help tend to Napalm.
The Jet zipped over the ocien towards the ZET Base. In New York, Moscow, Tokyo and New Dehili pandimonium reinged. At first the local police had though that the new cases of Undead were a normal zombie outbreak. However when the zombie's rushed the clearing squads where unlike any zombie that anyone had seen. They where fast, and agile, but with the same mindless ferocity seen in regurlar zombies.
Much was known about the Zombie Virus. It mutates the brain and stop the heart, creating a totaly oxygin independent orginisem that can onyl be stoped by shooting it in the brain. Simple and once the populus as a whole was educated on how to deal with zombies, easy to contian. Seeing as how "dealing" with zombie's was walking away rather quickly, finiding the nearest AZS (antiZombieSquad) and letting them take care of the zombie's. But Zoombie's where unusual mutations. The brain, insted of becoming a mindless hunter, Zoombies kept their minds if not their memorie's. So Zoombies could run (after limbering their dead tissue up a bit) and are as dextrious as their previous body's coud, albeit a little less so due to mild rigor mortis.
So the AZS where total unprepaired and overwhellemed by the ravinous and speedy undead. One or two managed to get several refugee's away, but they where still taken. In Tokyo, extream mesures where taken by the local AZS's, with firebombs and hevy anti-personal munitions being used on riotios populus and the zombie's that attacked them. In New York, the entire island was surrounded with huge number of battle ships, and the entirely over run parts of the city where being shelled.
The riot controll in Moscow and New Dehill was slightly less draconion, but was still harsh, many times killing the people it was suposed to be helping. At the whitehouse the United States president sent out a radio transminsion to the ZET. On the Jet the ZET responded and headed straight to their base to get some guns. The Jet flew over New York and stoped on three buildings where the civilins that couldend escape had barricaded themselves on the roof's. Now the Jet was incredably crouded, and its shoddy replacement wing was under a great deal of stress. The Jet still managed to make it to the base, after droping off the refugee's at a AZS base.
Zoombie walked up to the main door of the Base and presed his palm against the scanner by its side. Alanti was assisting Aggninkoff and Banzi pull Napalm to the medical facilities. THe door slid open with a sucking plop nois. The guts that had splattered it drew apart with the door's as they slid apart. Zoombie blached. The door and hall way around the entrence and the cloning facilities where slick with blood. The coloning deveice had also been smashed apart... aparently from the inside....
Zombie grabed his side arm, a small Phased Plasma Gun that he used when he didnt want to damage anything to much... other that the guy he was shooting at. Zoombie told the others to wait, and he and Alanti walked into the base. Bloody footprints lead into the base, each one aparently bare feet. Zoombie decided to send Alanti to the armoury to get his experimental weapons, and he himself went straight to the C&C. He could check the base records from their.
Alanti found nothing till he got to the armoury. His nerves where tingling, and he alway's expected something to attack him. But nothing did. He got to the armour and got out his new bomb. He called it the Banna.
Zoombie saw the bloody foot prints leading to the mess hall, and pulled out his comunicator and dilled Alanti's number. "Alanti here" Alanti siad
"Hey i think what ever it is is in the mess hall" Zoombie said. Alanti rushed over their, holding two Bannana bombs and a new Frizbee Grenade, whitch he alway's called it the Cookie. Both ALanti and Zoombie stood outside the Mess Hall door and heard someripping and tering sounds. "Okay... we go in on three"
"One"
"Two"
"Three!"
Both Alanti and Zoombie bursed in on the mess room, holding their guns at any intruder, shouting a loud war cry.
aGorm looked up from his meal absentmindedly. "Oh i wondered when you guy's get back" he said. "but dont worry, i only died once".....
I declare this the Third Most whatched Thred on this forum! Wooo! Now lets get those Views up to 400 with out cheating!
PS: A minor...major blooped on my part is as followes. ORIGINALY the story wascalled the Zombie Extermination Squad but for some reson when i made up the ancronyme i wrote down ZET, or Zombie extermination Team. Uhhhh wait... It was ALWAYS the Zombie Extermintaion Team! Any one who say's diffrently is a filly scumbag lier thats what
PS: A minor...major blooped on my part is as followes. ORIGINALY the story wascalled the Zombie Extermination Squad but for some reson when i made up the ancronyme i wrote down ZET, or Zombie extermination Team. Uhhhh wait... It was ALWAYS the Zombie Extermintaion Team! Any one who say's diffrently is a filly scumbag lier thats what
Season Two: Postmortum Revenge
Zoombie Extermintaion Team, Squad... whatever
Starring
Zoombie
Alanti Firestar (now with last name!)
Napalm Cobra (also with last name)
Buckaroo Banzi (alive or dead?)
aGorm
Cyder
Emillo Lazardo (you forgot about him diddent you!)
Buckaroo Banzi lay on the examination table. Aggninkoff had finished scanning his body for any posins or toxisins. But he appeared clean. "Well your free to go!" said Aggninkoff releavidly. Banzi smiled and pulled on his shirt. Aggninkof continued looking through his microscope at the remains of whatever had been in the needle bullet that had hit Buckaroo. "Wait... i think this might be some DNA..." Aggninkof murmered to himslef. Suddenly a hard metal object smashed him in the back of his head. Aggninkof droped like a rock.
aGorm ate ravinously while Zoombie and Alanti looked at the security camera footage whitch revealed the whole story. Angle killed aGorm then was slain by the atou defence systems. Whitch explained how the Evil Cyder Clone had been snuck into the base, and then aided in their getaway. Angle had also put the tracking device that allowed Hanor Xan's flack cannon to track the ZET Jet so unerringly. "So aGorm... what where you working on their?" asked Alanti
"Myslef" aGorm said, shoveling some steak into his mouth.
"I wanted to splice mutated zombie viruse with humain DNA, to see if i could get a zoombie with out the whole" he gestured to Zoombie's decaying face and hands "side effects. Actualy its nice that Angle killed me, so i didnt have to commit suicide..." aGorm continued to eat.
Napalm woke up. He was on a table in the lab, and felt like hell. His entire left side felt like that it had been partaly blown off by a flack cannon.Wait Napalm though I had been hit in the left side by a part of a flack cannon. Suddenly a shadow fell over his face. Napalm strained to see who it was. A hand pressed over his face. He couldent breath.
"Im going to check on Buckaroo" said Alanti, getting up and walking down the hall way to the Medical bay. "Sure" said Zoombie.
Napalm brought his right arm and and struggled with his unknown assalint.
Alanti opened the door to medical bay and saw the man trying to smother Napalm. "HEY!" He souted and flung his bannan. The man dodged quickly and the banana smashed through the window and a loud explodion blew the wall into a few large pices. The Stranger dove through the hole and ran away quickly. Alanti ran round the ben and saw him get into Bucakroo's Jet Car. The Jet Car fired up its engian and zipped through a wall, into the Eight Dimention and away from the Zombie Extermination Team Base. "Damn" mummered Alanti.
Zoombie ran into the room, with aGorm behind him. "What happened! Where is Bucakroo! Is Aggninkoff okay?" Zoombie asked
"I think that Bucakroo has been kidnaped by that guy... that Stranger!"
"What about Aggninkoff?"
Alanti knelt and put his hand on Aggninkoff neck, feeling for a pulse.
"Yeah, he will recover" Alanti said with a releigved sigh.
Alanti and Zoombie had been on the phon for three hours, advising the world about the new zombie threat. "Mr.President, just send out the Martial Law decree"
"We think that nuclear wepons would be ill advised"
"We are sure that the zombies arent smart"
"We will not be able to get their in time, so send some helicopters pronto, but be sure to equip them with plenty of napalm"
Zoombie suddenly saw a "On Hold" tell tail on the top right hand side of his vidio phone. "Now i need to get this message Mr. Iketia" He said and cut his line off with the man orginizing the defence for Tokyo. He then fliped on the phone skreen, answering the on hold message.
A man, his face totaly in shadow, said in a unplaceable voice "I have the esteemed Dr. Buckaroo Banzi"
"What!" said Zoombie suprisedly
"If you, and the rest of the world want to see him live, then come to my residence at California, Hollywood. I will send a underling. No nogotiations" The line went dead....
Zoombie Extermintaion Team, Squad... whatever
Starring
Zoombie
Alanti Firestar (now with last name!)
Napalm Cobra (also with last name)
Buckaroo Banzi (alive or dead?)
aGorm
Cyder
Emillo Lazardo (you forgot about him diddent you!)
Buckaroo Banzi lay on the examination table. Aggninkoff had finished scanning his body for any posins or toxisins. But he appeared clean. "Well your free to go!" said Aggninkoff releavidly. Banzi smiled and pulled on his shirt. Aggninkof continued looking through his microscope at the remains of whatever had been in the needle bullet that had hit Buckaroo. "Wait... i think this might be some DNA..." Aggninkof murmered to himslef. Suddenly a hard metal object smashed him in the back of his head. Aggninkof droped like a rock.
aGorm ate ravinously while Zoombie and Alanti looked at the security camera footage whitch revealed the whole story. Angle killed aGorm then was slain by the atou defence systems. Whitch explained how the Evil Cyder Clone had been snuck into the base, and then aided in their getaway. Angle had also put the tracking device that allowed Hanor Xan's flack cannon to track the ZET Jet so unerringly. "So aGorm... what where you working on their?" asked Alanti
"Myslef" aGorm said, shoveling some steak into his mouth.
"I wanted to splice mutated zombie viruse with humain DNA, to see if i could get a zoombie with out the whole" he gestured to Zoombie's decaying face and hands "side effects. Actualy its nice that Angle killed me, so i didnt have to commit suicide..." aGorm continued to eat.
Napalm woke up. He was on a table in the lab, and felt like hell. His entire left side felt like that it had been partaly blown off by a flack cannon.Wait Napalm though I had been hit in the left side by a part of a flack cannon. Suddenly a shadow fell over his face. Napalm strained to see who it was. A hand pressed over his face. He couldent breath.
"Im going to check on Buckaroo" said Alanti, getting up and walking down the hall way to the Medical bay. "Sure" said Zoombie.
Napalm brought his right arm and and struggled with his unknown assalint.
Alanti opened the door to medical bay and saw the man trying to smother Napalm. "HEY!" He souted and flung his bannan. The man dodged quickly and the banana smashed through the window and a loud explodion blew the wall into a few large pices. The Stranger dove through the hole and ran away quickly. Alanti ran round the ben and saw him get into Bucakroo's Jet Car. The Jet Car fired up its engian and zipped through a wall, into the Eight Dimention and away from the Zombie Extermination Team Base. "Damn" mummered Alanti.
Zoombie ran into the room, with aGorm behind him. "What happened! Where is Bucakroo! Is Aggninkoff okay?" Zoombie asked
"I think that Bucakroo has been kidnaped by that guy... that Stranger!"
"What about Aggninkoff?"
Alanti knelt and put his hand on Aggninkoff neck, feeling for a pulse.
"Yeah, he will recover" Alanti said with a releigved sigh.
Alanti and Zoombie had been on the phon for three hours, advising the world about the new zombie threat. "Mr.President, just send out the Martial Law decree"
"We think that nuclear wepons would be ill advised"
"We are sure that the zombies arent smart"
"We will not be able to get their in time, so send some helicopters pronto, but be sure to equip them with plenty of napalm"
Zoombie suddenly saw a "On Hold" tell tail on the top right hand side of his vidio phone. "Now i need to get this message Mr. Iketia" He said and cut his line off with the man orginizing the defence for Tokyo. He then fliped on the phone skreen, answering the on hold message.
A man, his face totaly in shadow, said in a unplaceable voice "I have the esteemed Dr. Buckaroo Banzi"
"What!" said Zoombie suprisedly
"If you, and the rest of the world want to see him live, then come to my residence at California, Hollywood. I will send a underling. No nogotiations" The line went dead....
Warning this is a extreamly long episode, so be redy for a long read session
Zombie Extermination Team
Season Two: Postmortum Revenge
Starring
Zoombie
Alanti Firestar (now with last name!)
Napalm Cobra (also with last name)
Buckaroo Banzi (alive, but kiddnapped)
aGorm
Cyder
Emillo Lazardo
The infection in New York had reached a flash point. AZS #169 was under hevy fire. The Three man squad wore semi-bright blue uniformes and where equiped with M16's and some inflamitory grendades. Rodger leaned against a wall, hefting his M16 so that he could fire down the ally way at a moments notice. Rod pulled out a cigeret and lit it, looking at Rodger. Rod himself was behind a few crates that lined the other edge of the ally way. a inhumain screetched echoed out, causeing Rodger to redy his M16 and Rod to bit his cigeret in half. A sweating man ran round the corner. He wasent undead but he was babbling insanly.
"Hey man we dont want to shoot you! Drop the gun" said Rodger calmly. The man shreaked and fired his gun. Rodger flew back, a bullet smashing right between the eye's. Rodger fired off a short three round burst into the isane man. He died, and ten fast zombies rushed round the corner. Rodger squezed off a few more shots, most smashing the zombie's in the chest. One was hit in the brain, much like Rod. It died.
Rodger ran back to the secondary barracade as the nine remaining zombies rushed after him. "PETER WE HAVE A SITUATION!" He shouted, running through a open chainlink fence. Peter smashed it shut as Rodger ran through. The zombie's crouded against it, trying to smash through.
Peter locked the gate and stepped back. "Where is Rod?" He asked
"a loony got him in the brain" said Rodger, suprised at how little sadness he felt about Rod's death. Maby it was because he didnt expect to survive this, let alone have time to mourn a freind and coworker's deaht.
Peter crossed his cheast, his eye's closed. Rodger checekd his gun, madesure it was in good working order then aimed it through the chainlink fence. He fired and one of the fast zombie's that was trying to claw their way through. It flew backwards and smacked against the pavement. Peter fired his side arm, a 9mm beretta, into a fast zombie's skull. After a few more shots the zombie's where dead.
Rodger herd a helicopter. He looked up through the skyscrappers that surrounded the ally. A white helicopter zoomed above. "HEY!" Rodger shouted. Peter was more practical, fireing a flare into the air. It arched right next to the helicopter. The helicopter swerved and shined a light into the ally. The civilians, ten different people, had noticed the ruckass. All of them where blood soked and tired. Even so they brightened as the helicopter dropped a small item down. When it hit the ground green smoke started to flote up, signaling the rescue helicopter.
Rodger smiled for the first time in houres, even though it had felt like months. Sudenly a snarl attracted their attention. Rodger jerked his gun up as a fast zombie smashed itstelf against the secondary barricade. Then suprisingly it backed off and disapeared behind a ever growing cloud of green smoke. Rodger relaxed his gun slightly. The smoke continued to pour from the signal bomb.
Suddenly the zombie flew from the cloud, leaping into the chain link fence. Rodger reflexivly fired into its chest, but that only did superfical damage. The zombie hauled itself over the fence and smsashed into the defence base. Rodger was so shocekd he didnt fire as the zombie got up and lunged towards him. It bowled him over, its fetted fingers clawing at him. Rodger pressed his M16 against it, trying to keep its teeth away from anypart of his body.
"GET ITS HEAD UP!" Shouted Peter, who was aming at the fast zombie as it singlemindedly tryed to eat Rodger's warm flesh. Rodger pushed with all of his might and the zombie flew onto its back. It clambered up and crawled up to his Rodger. A M16 shot blasted its head off and its blood splattered the area.
Rodger felt the black blood over his face. He desperatly wiped it with his shirt sleave. Another Zombie jumped onto the fence and started to climb up. "I got it!" said Peter, aiming, but Rodger sat up and pulled out his pistol. "Rodger!" shouted Peter. Rodger shouted a wordless cry and fired three rounds into the zombie's forehead.
"Rodger? You okay?" asked Peter
Roder looked at him and smiled crokedly "Yeah man! I gots this by the ass!" he said and laughed.
Peter lowered him M16 but was ready for any zombies. Suddenly the world was white and sound rored in everyone's ears. Rodger felt a shock wave smash him into the ground. Peter was flung against the ally wall. As the efects of the blast cleared, The civilan's picked themsleves up and looked around bewilderly.
"what was that? A bomb?" asked one of them. Rodger looked at the massive crater on the otherside of the ally. "I think so" he said.
Suddenly a dull thudd echoed out. It sounded like... GUNFIRE
'HIT THE DECK!" shouted Peter befor a shell landed a few blocks away. It was a big one, possibly plasma.
"Jesus! What the hell are they doing!" siad Rodger, looking around wildly.
"They are shelling the island!" Said Peter in disgust. Another dull boom signaled another shell, whitch exploded farther off.
"LEts get out of here!" said one of the civilans
"You know" said Rodger "If they are shelling the island, then they arent going to come and pick us up right?"
Peter looked at him skepticaly
"Remeber the semi we used to block the other side of the ally way" said Rodger. Peter looked at the third "wall" of their makesift base. It was a semi-truck with a slogan for some new deoderent on it. "So what" he said "we dont have the key's"
"But i might know how to jump start it"
"Huh"
"Hell you havent spent enough time on the street" siad Rodger and left it at that.
Rodger clamberd through the dirver side door. He sat below the dash bord. Some maruading fast zombie's could be on you in a split secont, and their howl's could attract hundreds of them. Another shell blasted apart a few wreked cars, about ten blocks down the street. Rodger jumpstarted the engian and drove farward, then quickly back, openeing the back door as he did so.
Peter had him M16 ready as the civy's crouded into the back of the semi, the large storage part, whitch was filled with some can's of tomaot soup. Rodger closed the door. The civy's would have to deal with no light for a bit. Peter then dashed around the back of the truck and found the side door. He jumped in and sat down, closing the door.
"uhh Peter!" said Rodger.
Peter tured his head twards Rodger. It was then that he saw the MASSIVE hord of Zombie's. Probebly more or less then a million, he thought. They stood in an eery silence. Then a dull whump signaled a incomming shell. Then Rodger and Peter couldent believe their eye's. The zombie's ran for cover, a shell exploding somedistance away from them.
"their learning.... they are actualy learning!" whispered Rodger
Peter, beign more practical shouted "DRIVE!"
ROdger gunned the engian and accelerated madly downt the street. That is, the truck smothly lifted of the ground and floted smothly. "God dammned anit-gravity trucks" murmeded Rodger as the truck smothyl acclerated to 10 miles per hour. The zombie's had stared to get up and crowed around the vehical. Their poundings where becomming intense.
'Is the door locked?" asked Peter
"Why?" aksed Rodger before a zombie hand clamed onto his sholder. Rodger kicked out wildly. His boot connected with a face, and the zombie flew backwards into the croud. Rodger slammed the door close and locked it. He laughed. Peter looked at him worryingly. Rodger flashed a coky smile at him and said "Dont worry im a jew!"
Peter shiged and looked at the zombie's. It was pretty easy to get out. Even though the AGT couldent go very fast, it could carry a lot of weight and it was rather inexorable. A zombie had mandaged to clamber onto the hood and it smashed itself agaisnt the windscreen, and left a bloody hand print. It coulden hope to smash trough the shatter proff plastic, but it tryed anyway. Rodger laughed and pressed the windowclear button. Anti-bactireal sope sloshed down from the top of windscreen. Then windsheald wipers wiped the blood away as fast as the zombie could bashe against it.
The truck cleared the hord, whitch seemed to be distracted by some haples people that where crossing the rode, hoping to flee the zombies only to run into more of them. Rodger and Peter didnt care. They only knew that they where almost home free. The harbour was neer, and AGT's could go across waters's that dont exceed a depth of 5 miles. But even that depth could be incressed by adding more AG trusters. So It slowly drifted across the waters sperating New York from the rest of the continint. A voice crackeled over the radio "Cesae and disist. Out Bio-scan's detect that your cargo contain's someone who had been infected"
Peter looked back to the cargo behind him. Suddenly a agonized scream echoded out. Frantic yelling, groning and pounding on the doors followed. Then finaly he herd a pitifull "Oh please..." whitch morphed into a horrendus ripping sound. Peter covered his ear's as Rodger diss connected the container. "Hit the container" Rodger said into his radio.
The resounding artillry that blotted the container, holding seven zombie's and three corpses that had been to mutilated for the brain to reanimate, was defening in the small truck cabin.
Rodger smiled and started to drive the truck towards the nearest boat. Peter leaned his head back and thought of the people he was supposed to protect...
CALIFORNIA: half an hour later.
It was a aytipicaly rainy day in Holly wood.
The Stranger's underling held a man with a gun to his head. The man's face was shrouded in shadow's. The ZET was holding their money, all that the fallow up note had told them to bring. "Let Banzi go and we will give you the mony" said Zoombie. The Stranger smiled, his face mostly covered by darkness.
"Well?" he asked
"Why cant you regonize the voice?" asked the stranger. "I am Bucakroo Banzi" he said before shooting Zoombie
Zombie Extermination Team
Season Two: Postmortum Revenge
Starring
Zoombie
Alanti Firestar (now with last name!)
Napalm Cobra (also with last name)
Buckaroo Banzi (alive, but kiddnapped)
aGorm
Cyder
Emillo Lazardo
The infection in New York had reached a flash point. AZS #169 was under hevy fire. The Three man squad wore semi-bright blue uniformes and where equiped with M16's and some inflamitory grendades. Rodger leaned against a wall, hefting his M16 so that he could fire down the ally way at a moments notice. Rod pulled out a cigeret and lit it, looking at Rodger. Rod himself was behind a few crates that lined the other edge of the ally way. a inhumain screetched echoed out, causeing Rodger to redy his M16 and Rod to bit his cigeret in half. A sweating man ran round the corner. He wasent undead but he was babbling insanly.
"Hey man we dont want to shoot you! Drop the gun" said Rodger calmly. The man shreaked and fired his gun. Rodger flew back, a bullet smashing right between the eye's. Rodger fired off a short three round burst into the isane man. He died, and ten fast zombies rushed round the corner. Rodger squezed off a few more shots, most smashing the zombie's in the chest. One was hit in the brain, much like Rod. It died.
Rodger ran back to the secondary barracade as the nine remaining zombies rushed after him. "PETER WE HAVE A SITUATION!" He shouted, running through a open chainlink fence. Peter smashed it shut as Rodger ran through. The zombie's crouded against it, trying to smash through.
Peter locked the gate and stepped back. "Where is Rod?" He asked
"a loony got him in the brain" said Rodger, suprised at how little sadness he felt about Rod's death. Maby it was because he didnt expect to survive this, let alone have time to mourn a freind and coworker's deaht.
Peter crossed his cheast, his eye's closed. Rodger checekd his gun, madesure it was in good working order then aimed it through the chainlink fence. He fired and one of the fast zombie's that was trying to claw their way through. It flew backwards and smacked against the pavement. Peter fired his side arm, a 9mm beretta, into a fast zombie's skull. After a few more shots the zombie's where dead.
Rodger herd a helicopter. He looked up through the skyscrappers that surrounded the ally. A white helicopter zoomed above. "HEY!" Rodger shouted. Peter was more practical, fireing a flare into the air. It arched right next to the helicopter. The helicopter swerved and shined a light into the ally. The civilians, ten different people, had noticed the ruckass. All of them where blood soked and tired. Even so they brightened as the helicopter dropped a small item down. When it hit the ground green smoke started to flote up, signaling the rescue helicopter.
Rodger smiled for the first time in houres, even though it had felt like months. Sudenly a snarl attracted their attention. Rodger jerked his gun up as a fast zombie smashed itstelf against the secondary barricade. Then suprisingly it backed off and disapeared behind a ever growing cloud of green smoke. Rodger relaxed his gun slightly. The smoke continued to pour from the signal bomb.
Suddenly the zombie flew from the cloud, leaping into the chain link fence. Rodger reflexivly fired into its chest, but that only did superfical damage. The zombie hauled itself over the fence and smsashed into the defence base. Rodger was so shocekd he didnt fire as the zombie got up and lunged towards him. It bowled him over, its fetted fingers clawing at him. Rodger pressed his M16 against it, trying to keep its teeth away from anypart of his body.
"GET ITS HEAD UP!" Shouted Peter, who was aming at the fast zombie as it singlemindedly tryed to eat Rodger's warm flesh. Rodger pushed with all of his might and the zombie flew onto its back. It clambered up and crawled up to his Rodger. A M16 shot blasted its head off and its blood splattered the area.
Rodger felt the black blood over his face. He desperatly wiped it with his shirt sleave. Another Zombie jumped onto the fence and started to climb up. "I got it!" said Peter, aiming, but Rodger sat up and pulled out his pistol. "Rodger!" shouted Peter. Rodger shouted a wordless cry and fired three rounds into the zombie's forehead.
"Rodger? You okay?" asked Peter
Roder looked at him and smiled crokedly "Yeah man! I gots this by the ass!" he said and laughed.
Peter lowered him M16 but was ready for any zombies. Suddenly the world was white and sound rored in everyone's ears. Rodger felt a shock wave smash him into the ground. Peter was flung against the ally wall. As the efects of the blast cleared, The civilan's picked themsleves up and looked around bewilderly.
"what was that? A bomb?" asked one of them. Rodger looked at the massive crater on the otherside of the ally. "I think so" he said.
Suddenly a dull thudd echoed out. It sounded like... GUNFIRE
'HIT THE DECK!" shouted Peter befor a shell landed a few blocks away. It was a big one, possibly plasma.
"Jesus! What the hell are they doing!" siad Rodger, looking around wildly.
"They are shelling the island!" Said Peter in disgust. Another dull boom signaled another shell, whitch exploded farther off.
"LEts get out of here!" said one of the civilans
"You know" said Rodger "If they are shelling the island, then they arent going to come and pick us up right?"
Peter looked at him skepticaly
"Remeber the semi we used to block the other side of the ally way" said Rodger. Peter looked at the third "wall" of their makesift base. It was a semi-truck with a slogan for some new deoderent on it. "So what" he said "we dont have the key's"
"But i might know how to jump start it"
"Huh"
"Hell you havent spent enough time on the street" siad Rodger and left it at that.
Rodger clamberd through the dirver side door. He sat below the dash bord. Some maruading fast zombie's could be on you in a split secont, and their howl's could attract hundreds of them. Another shell blasted apart a few wreked cars, about ten blocks down the street. Rodger jumpstarted the engian and drove farward, then quickly back, openeing the back door as he did so.
Peter had him M16 ready as the civy's crouded into the back of the semi, the large storage part, whitch was filled with some can's of tomaot soup. Rodger closed the door. The civy's would have to deal with no light for a bit. Peter then dashed around the back of the truck and found the side door. He jumped in and sat down, closing the door.
"uhh Peter!" said Rodger.
Peter tured his head twards Rodger. It was then that he saw the MASSIVE hord of Zombie's. Probebly more or less then a million, he thought. They stood in an eery silence. Then a dull whump signaled a incomming shell. Then Rodger and Peter couldent believe their eye's. The zombie's ran for cover, a shell exploding somedistance away from them.
"their learning.... they are actualy learning!" whispered Rodger
Peter, beign more practical shouted "DRIVE!"
ROdger gunned the engian and accelerated madly downt the street. That is, the truck smothly lifted of the ground and floted smothly. "God dammned anit-gravity trucks" murmeded Rodger as the truck smothyl acclerated to 10 miles per hour. The zombie's had stared to get up and crowed around the vehical. Their poundings where becomming intense.
'Is the door locked?" asked Peter
"Why?" aksed Rodger before a zombie hand clamed onto his sholder. Rodger kicked out wildly. His boot connected with a face, and the zombie flew backwards into the croud. Rodger slammed the door close and locked it. He laughed. Peter looked at him worryingly. Rodger flashed a coky smile at him and said "Dont worry im a jew!"
Peter shiged and looked at the zombie's. It was pretty easy to get out. Even though the AGT couldent go very fast, it could carry a lot of weight and it was rather inexorable. A zombie had mandaged to clamber onto the hood and it smashed itself agaisnt the windscreen, and left a bloody hand print. It coulden hope to smash trough the shatter proff plastic, but it tryed anyway. Rodger laughed and pressed the windowclear button. Anti-bactireal sope sloshed down from the top of windscreen. Then windsheald wipers wiped the blood away as fast as the zombie could bashe against it.
The truck cleared the hord, whitch seemed to be distracted by some haples people that where crossing the rode, hoping to flee the zombies only to run into more of them. Rodger and Peter didnt care. They only knew that they where almost home free. The harbour was neer, and AGT's could go across waters's that dont exceed a depth of 5 miles. But even that depth could be incressed by adding more AG trusters. So It slowly drifted across the waters sperating New York from the rest of the continint. A voice crackeled over the radio "Cesae and disist. Out Bio-scan's detect that your cargo contain's someone who had been infected"
Peter looked back to the cargo behind him. Suddenly a agonized scream echoded out. Frantic yelling, groning and pounding on the doors followed. Then finaly he herd a pitifull "Oh please..." whitch morphed into a horrendus ripping sound. Peter covered his ear's as Rodger diss connected the container. "Hit the container" Rodger said into his radio.
The resounding artillry that blotted the container, holding seven zombie's and three corpses that had been to mutilated for the brain to reanimate, was defening in the small truck cabin.
Rodger smiled and started to drive the truck towards the nearest boat. Peter leaned his head back and thought of the people he was supposed to protect...
CALIFORNIA: half an hour later.
It was a aytipicaly rainy day in Holly wood.
The Stranger's underling held a man with a gun to his head. The man's face was shrouded in shadow's. The ZET was holding their money, all that the fallow up note had told them to bring. "Let Banzi go and we will give you the mony" said Zoombie. The Stranger smiled, his face mostly covered by darkness.
"Well?" he asked
"Why cant you regonize the voice?" asked the stranger. "I am Bucakroo Banzi" he said before shooting Zoombie
Zombie Extermination Team
Season Two: Postmortum Revenge
Starring
Zoombie
Alanti Firestar
Napalm Cobra
Buckaroo Banzi (waaa?)
aGorm
Cyder
Emillo Lazardo
Emillio Lazardo focused his emotion;ess eye camera onto the TV screen. scean's of violence, death and massive hords of zombie's rushing throuhg the street's of new dehili. The ASZ's where falling back all over India, Russa. Japan had been blokaded by the chineese, their massed hords of zombie's held off by the massed firepower of the entire chineese navy.
Several of the unneffected major power's surrounded their borders and city's, setting up barricade's and walls. Great Brittan put their entire air and space force into effect, helping their alliyed power's. Unforunantly their air force couldent help India. The massed hords in New Dehili had spilled out of the city.
Lazardo was actualy taken by suprise when the glowing sun of a musroom cloud bloomed over the city. The new's caster blanced and stuttered out the line that would be uttered in countless history text books. "Oh god... the nuked it! they nuked New Dehili". Cold laughter echoed outwards from behind Lazardo.
He flicked on his back camera and saw Cyder standing, wearing the resplendent black robe of Hanor Xan. "I like it" he said and with an expert flick of his wrist Hanor Xan's resplened skull adorned pistol. "Dont try to fool me with cheap theatricts! I agreed to your'a plan, so lets wait" said Lazardo.
Cyder sat down on one of Xan's many replendent chair's. "Iv been reading through his" Cyder said "And iv found that he didnt just enlarged my evil gene... he acedentaly improved my intellegence to"
"And a' why did he do that!" asked Lazardo
"Hanor Xan is not infalable, as much as he might want us to bleleive it" Cyder said lazly, flicking the pistol out of his sleave and back in repetedly, practsising to make it as fast and smooth as possible. Suddenly a loud klaxon started to blare. Red lights flicked on and started to flash repetedly. "Oh a turn off that gosh darn klaxon!" shouted Lazardo.
"Why... i think our gust has arrived" said Cyder.
"I have him" said Buckaroo Banzi, draggin Zoombie in on a four wheeled stretcher.
"how, pray tell?" asked Cyder getting up and looking at the comotose form of Zoombie. His chest was ripped up by the many bullet holes that he had acumulated over the many year's and the many gun battle's. The zombifyed body can never heal it self or repair its wounds.
"Well i have a few... concoction's that can incapacitate zombie's by paralyzing lower brain functions, whitch controll breathing, heart regulation and mucles. Seince the zombie's dont need to breath or need a heart it woulent kill him... as you requested"
Cyder smilled and turned to the labritory and made an imperious gesture. His new assistent, Kinsly waddled over to the stretcher and whelled it after his master. "This is getting better and better" said Buckaroo Banzi smileing lopsidedly.
Rodgers head lolled back. They where around him! He felt the cold, dead hands reaching into his ceast and yanking out his stomach... his intestences. Teeth tore at his throte and he sat up and screamed. Sweat poured down his body and soked into his sheet's. The light rocking of the boat. He ran his hand down his ceast and stomach. His internal organ's seemed to be intact.
Rodger got up and tugged on some pants, turning to the door. A woman in a white gown stood their. "Elizabith?" Rodger asked. She steped forward, half of her face had been torn off and blood running down her gown, turning white to red. "Why didnt you save US!" she shrieked. The door opened and rodger reached for his gun but remembered that it wasent their. "You okay Rodge?" aksed Peter "Its time to go to the brefing"
"Right, man" Rodger whispered, whiping sweat off his brow.
The breifing had thirty three ASZ's, most from different parts of america. Rodger and Peter where the only that had survived from the New York Massicar. General Smithson was a lean, tired man. His eye's had seen many battles against man and zombie.
"So men and women listen up" he said, turning on the view screen. It showed a mass of red and a small blue collection in a large building. "The new zombie viruse strain, classifyed Andromada, actualy incresse the victem's adreanalin and speed. But we still dont understand why they can still think. However they seem to not have reached the cognitive capacity of the Alpha Zombie's, whitch are namly called Zoombie's by the mainstream crowd" the General sniffed and zoomed in on the blue dots.
'Thease are the remenents of NY's population is holed up here, in the Crossrode's Shopping Mall. Unfortunantly they have little guns that they scavenged from the local gun shop. They managed to barracade the door's to the mall with several AGT's. Aperently they have managed to scavenge a helicopter from a local musiem, before the zombie's knew that they where their. One problem... they dont know how to fly it" the general smiled "so we are going to fight their and rescue them"
Rodger and Peter looked at each other. "Why can we fly in?" aksed Peter
"Simple... their is realy NO place to land a jet craft. Seince AGV's are low terrain vehical's that cant manuver through the skyscrapers, so we are going to go in via a few land vehicals and tanks that the ships have on them so team GEAR UP!" General Smithson finished. The AZS's ran out of the room in high spirit's. "Lets get em!" said Rodger to Peter before running to the armoury. "Right... lets" Peter said, quitly pulling out a ciggeret. "Lets hope Smithson's plan is as good as he thinks it is"...
Buckaroo Banzi looked at the cloneing device. The vast array of vat's, each holding a perfect replication of the perfect solider. He looked at Zoombie's corpse. "Well... we dont realy need you anymore"
Season Two: Postmortum Revenge
Starring
Zoombie
Alanti Firestar
Napalm Cobra
Buckaroo Banzi (waaa?)
aGorm
Cyder
Emillo Lazardo
Emillio Lazardo focused his emotion;ess eye camera onto the TV screen. scean's of violence, death and massive hords of zombie's rushing throuhg the street's of new dehili. The ASZ's where falling back all over India, Russa. Japan had been blokaded by the chineese, their massed hords of zombie's held off by the massed firepower of the entire chineese navy.
Several of the unneffected major power's surrounded their borders and city's, setting up barricade's and walls. Great Brittan put their entire air and space force into effect, helping their alliyed power's. Unforunantly their air force couldent help India. The massed hords in New Dehili had spilled out of the city.
Lazardo was actualy taken by suprise when the glowing sun of a musroom cloud bloomed over the city. The new's caster blanced and stuttered out the line that would be uttered in countless history text books. "Oh god... the nuked it! they nuked New Dehili". Cold laughter echoed outwards from behind Lazardo.
He flicked on his back camera and saw Cyder standing, wearing the resplendent black robe of Hanor Xan. "I like it" he said and with an expert flick of his wrist Hanor Xan's resplened skull adorned pistol. "Dont try to fool me with cheap theatricts! I agreed to your'a plan, so lets wait" said Lazardo.
Cyder sat down on one of Xan's many replendent chair's. "Iv been reading through his" Cyder said "And iv found that he didnt just enlarged my evil gene... he acedentaly improved my intellegence to"
"And a' why did he do that!" asked Lazardo
"Hanor Xan is not infalable, as much as he might want us to bleleive it" Cyder said lazly, flicking the pistol out of his sleave and back in repetedly, practsising to make it as fast and smooth as possible. Suddenly a loud klaxon started to blare. Red lights flicked on and started to flash repetedly. "Oh a turn off that gosh darn klaxon!" shouted Lazardo.
"Why... i think our gust has arrived" said Cyder.
"I have him" said Buckaroo Banzi, draggin Zoombie in on a four wheeled stretcher.
"how, pray tell?" asked Cyder getting up and looking at the comotose form of Zoombie. His chest was ripped up by the many bullet holes that he had acumulated over the many year's and the many gun battle's. The zombifyed body can never heal it self or repair its wounds.
"Well i have a few... concoction's that can incapacitate zombie's by paralyzing lower brain functions, whitch controll breathing, heart regulation and mucles. Seince the zombie's dont need to breath or need a heart it woulent kill him... as you requested"
Cyder smilled and turned to the labritory and made an imperious gesture. His new assistent, Kinsly waddled over to the stretcher and whelled it after his master. "This is getting better and better" said Buckaroo Banzi smileing lopsidedly.
Rodgers head lolled back. They where around him! He felt the cold, dead hands reaching into his ceast and yanking out his stomach... his intestences. Teeth tore at his throte and he sat up and screamed. Sweat poured down his body and soked into his sheet's. The light rocking of the boat. He ran his hand down his ceast and stomach. His internal organ's seemed to be intact.
Rodger got up and tugged on some pants, turning to the door. A woman in a white gown stood their. "Elizabith?" Rodger asked. She steped forward, half of her face had been torn off and blood running down her gown, turning white to red. "Why didnt you save US!" she shrieked. The door opened and rodger reached for his gun but remembered that it wasent their. "You okay Rodge?" aksed Peter "Its time to go to the brefing"
"Right, man" Rodger whispered, whiping sweat off his brow.
The breifing had thirty three ASZ's, most from different parts of america. Rodger and Peter where the only that had survived from the New York Massicar. General Smithson was a lean, tired man. His eye's had seen many battles against man and zombie.
"So men and women listen up" he said, turning on the view screen. It showed a mass of red and a small blue collection in a large building. "The new zombie viruse strain, classifyed Andromada, actualy incresse the victem's adreanalin and speed. But we still dont understand why they can still think. However they seem to not have reached the cognitive capacity of the Alpha Zombie's, whitch are namly called Zoombie's by the mainstream crowd" the General sniffed and zoomed in on the blue dots.
'Thease are the remenents of NY's population is holed up here, in the Crossrode's Shopping Mall. Unfortunantly they have little guns that they scavenged from the local gun shop. They managed to barracade the door's to the mall with several AGT's. Aperently they have managed to scavenge a helicopter from a local musiem, before the zombie's knew that they where their. One problem... they dont know how to fly it" the general smiled "so we are going to fight their and rescue them"
Rodger and Peter looked at each other. "Why can we fly in?" aksed Peter
"Simple... their is realy NO place to land a jet craft. Seince AGV's are low terrain vehical's that cant manuver through the skyscrapers, so we are going to go in via a few land vehicals and tanks that the ships have on them so team GEAR UP!" General Smithson finished. The AZS's ran out of the room in high spirit's. "Lets get em!" said Rodger to Peter before running to the armoury. "Right... lets" Peter said, quitly pulling out a ciggeret. "Lets hope Smithson's plan is as good as he thinks it is"...
Buckaroo Banzi looked at the cloneing device. The vast array of vat's, each holding a perfect replication of the perfect solider. He looked at Zoombie's corpse. "Well... we dont realy need you anymore"
PM me, or tell me to bugger off of course...Zombie Extermination Team
Season Two: Postmortum Revenge
Starring
Zoombie
Alanti Firestar
Napalm Cobra
Buckaroo Banzi
aGorm
Cyder
Emillo Lazardo
Peter
Rodger
aGorm felt bad. His head was practicaly splitting in half, and he felt like death. It was then that he realized the white light shining in his face was not heaven or anything like that. "How long was i out?"
Aggninkoff leaned over him, and grimaced "You look like hell"
aGorm sat up. He was in the medical Bay of the Zombie Extermination Team Headquarter's. Alanti and Napalm stood in one corner. "Buckaroo Banzi pulled a fast one" said Aggninkoff "He shot us up with tranquilizer, grabbed zoombie and ran"
"Well why are you all away first?" aGorm asked
"He knew your spliced DNA would make you nearly immune to the tranquilizer so he hit you up with a nerve paralyser. Sould of killed a normal humain" Aggninkof smiled
"how is the outbreak being contained" aGorm asked
"They had to nuke New Dehili, the zombie's their werent stopable. Moscaw is buttoned down tight because the zombie's dont do well in snow and cold" aGrom grimaced. Napoliean, Hitler, Takisawi, the Nep-Communist party and now zombie's have once again been thwarted by the dreaded russian winter though aGorm
"Tokeyo is surrounded and we are sending in some troops to spring the surviving humains from New York, then we are going to use one of the anti-matter bombs on it"
aGrom gasped. The A-bombs are the most deadly and feared weapons in the world. They could destroy the eniter manhatten ISLAND let alone the city ontop of it
"Banzi?"
"As far as we can tell he has gone back to Xan's hideout"
"No i mean... why?"
"We dont know"
"Thank you aGorm" said Buckaroo Banzi. He looked out over the cloneing center. They had been used to create new Legion of Death members by Hanor Xan. Crimminal thought Banzi what a criminal waste so unimaginitive. Cyder had thought up a massivly more ambitios plan to use the cloning center.
Whitch he stole from aGorm thought Banzi with a wry smile. And then he looked at Zoombie. He saw the most miniscule of movements from the undead man. "Still alive eh?" he asked. "No....thanks....to you" Zoombie managed to get out. "Dont worry, im not actualy going to kill you"
"Thanks"
"No, Cyder is going to do that" Banzi said with a all to real cheer. Banzi suddenly remebered that the ZET would try to get their comrade back.
aGrom was feeling better pysicaly, but his mind was still in turmoil over Banzi's mysterious turn. Agginkoff was back to studying the remains of the toxin that Xan had shot into Banzi, whitch he thought was the answer. aGorm thought it could be that, or it could be something more mundane. Alanti ran in "aGorm! Agninkoff! come quick we are getting a transmision from Cyder and Banzi"
aGorm and Aggninkoff ran from the room.
"Hello ZET" started Banzi. Behind him was Cyder. "hi" said Cyder. "Now, you may or may not be wondeing why i have kidnaped Zoombie, your esteemed and respected leader... well ill tell you" He looked straight at aGrom. aGorm felt a chill run down his spine. This isent a recording he thought. "Now i have to thank you aGrom for giving Cyder his ingenious idea, that of crossing Alpha Stage Zombie DNA, that is Zoombie's, with humains to see if you can get a immortall, strong and generaly perfect humain"
Banzi gestured to a massive array of tanks. Each held a humain shape in a feltal position. "Now thease are basicaly Zoombie crossed with the top pysical specimen that we have on file. They are going to be hypnoticaly indoctirinated to serve Cyder... and to serve me" Banzi moved to the right, the camera following him atoumaticaly. It showed a massive assembly line "and thease are rail guns, EMG's and once we can take over the International Space Station we are planning to put a Mass Driver into orbit. Then we can flatten a few citys and have a few treaty's signed up. We want nothing less then the world... and aGorm has givin us the way to do it! A immortal, nearly invunrable once the armour is ready, army that is fanaticaly loyal to the soon to be two most powerfull men on the planet"
The entire ZET felt the blood drain from their face in a quick trical.
"Soon out army will be armed, armoured and trained... and now you know our plan" Banzi smiled "I decided to tell you as a favor, so dont take the four balistic missalse heading towards your base personaly"
aGorm's eye's wided. Then the world was enveloped in fire.
The boat was so silent and black that Peter had to constently check to makesure that the boet was where he though it was. Then suddenly with a crunch he realised that the boet was at the shore!
"Move out" whispered Stevenson and the Third and Fifth Squad moved off the boet. The city was silent, paper rustling ocosionaly about in the wind. Peter looked around constanltly, holding his M16A5, whitch was a huge improvement over the old M16A4 that he had only a day ago. IT had a atou track system and hevyer rounds that could rip a zombie in half.
They rounded a corner and several corpses lay in the street. Each had been picked mostly clean. Peter and his squad continued. Rodger was in First Squad. Each of the Five squad's was converging ont the mall from diferent area's.
Suddenly a howle echoed out from all around the squad and everything went to hell. Peter saw a flying form leap from the top of a building. Then a mass of zombie's rounded the corner. Peter fired quikly. The rest of the sqad followed suit, but they where to slow. THe zombie's reached them seconts after the Riot Member's brought their massive sheilds up. "MACHETIS!" shouted Stevenson. Peter and the rest of the squad reached for a verity of blade's, not all of them machetis. Then the squad towards the hord of zombie's as they tryed to get past then wall of tower sheilds. Peter raised his blade and started to hack at the zombie's.
Rodger was teh the first to hear the sounds of battle. "Hey!" he whispered to their squadleader. "I hear it to" she said. She motioned the squad towards the sounds of fighting. The hord of zombie's was being held at bay by the shilds of the sheilds and the First Squad got into position. Then they opend fire on the massive horde. Their bullet's ripped into the zombie's, each shot at least knocking the zombie's they hit over.
Rodger smiled at he fired his last round into the zombie's, then ejected the clip and rammed in a new one. "Look out!" Shouted some one in the squad. Rodger tunred around and saw another hord of zombie's rushing towards them. "SHIT!" he souted. the zombie's poured through every crack in every building, rushing out of door's, window's and hole's blasted apart by shelling. Rodger saw that some of the zombie's where wearing the uniform's from the Fourth and Sixth squads.
Rodger spared a glance back towards Peter. His squad seemed to be holding it own. Roder then turned and started to fire at the onrushing hords of zombie's.
Peter was tired. He seemed to have swung his blade a infinite nuber of time's. Every time a zombie's skull crunched under his blade two more appeared in the hord. He also had to swing through slits provided by the tower shilds. He herd gun shot's off in the distance, and saw a few of the zombie's collaps. Peter turned and saw the First Squad in a few ally way's fireing into the zombie's.
Peter returned to the fight. "Oh god!" souted some one. Peter tunred again. A massive hord of zombies was pouring out from the buildings behind them. "SHEILDS!!" shouted Smithson
"We dont have any more!"
The zombies smashed into the sqauds from the back and literaly ripped the defender's to shreds.
Rodger crawled into the atic. The zombie's had totaly routed the AZS's forces. Last thing he saw was the zombies running towards the shore, and right now he realy didnt care. Peter was probebly dead, and the rest of the squad was either being eaten or was wandering aroud like them.
Peter clung to some briks that protruded from the wall. He was just glad that this part of the building hadent been covered with any of the new smooth alloy's. Or else the zombie's clamouring below him would have a free lunch. His mucle's where thick with fatuige but still he managed to raise his hand up to grab the windowsill. With a monumentious effort he managed to pull him self up. Once inside the room he locked the door, found a bed like object and fell asleap.
"Genral Smithson, thank you" Buckaroo Banzi smiled. "Yes my leigh" said Smithson "I have lead the pitifull humain's into a ambush. It was suprisingly easy" The zombie soldier smiled. "Good.. good get the andromada stage zombie's onto one of the stelth botes and get them to the mainland"
"Yes sir" said General Smithson and bowed his head before turning off the transmitter.
Buckaroo Banzi turned away from the screen and looked out over the vast army of Zombie Soldiers. Each was equiped with helmet, breast plate and a rail gun, and three grenades. Each had been standing in attention for the last few hours after they had been "born" then equiped. They would never get tired. They would never stop untill the enemy had been destroyed. "READY! MARCH!" shouted Banzi. The army tuned as one and started to march towards the troop transports.
Season Two: Postmortum Revenge
Starring
Zoombie
Alanti Firestar
Napalm Cobra
Buckaroo Banzi
aGorm
Cyder
Emillo Lazardo
Peter
Rodger
aGorm felt bad. His head was practicaly splitting in half, and he felt like death. It was then that he realized the white light shining in his face was not heaven or anything like that. "How long was i out?"
Aggninkoff leaned over him, and grimaced "You look like hell"
aGorm sat up. He was in the medical Bay of the Zombie Extermination Team Headquarter's. Alanti and Napalm stood in one corner. "Buckaroo Banzi pulled a fast one" said Aggninkoff "He shot us up with tranquilizer, grabbed zoombie and ran"
"Well why are you all away first?" aGorm asked
"He knew your spliced DNA would make you nearly immune to the tranquilizer so he hit you up with a nerve paralyser. Sould of killed a normal humain" Aggninkof smiled
"how is the outbreak being contained" aGorm asked
"They had to nuke New Dehili, the zombie's their werent stopable. Moscaw is buttoned down tight because the zombie's dont do well in snow and cold" aGrom grimaced. Napoliean, Hitler, Takisawi, the Nep-Communist party and now zombie's have once again been thwarted by the dreaded russian winter though aGorm
"Tokeyo is surrounded and we are sending in some troops to spring the surviving humains from New York, then we are going to use one of the anti-matter bombs on it"
aGrom gasped. The A-bombs are the most deadly and feared weapons in the world. They could destroy the eniter manhatten ISLAND let alone the city ontop of it
"Banzi?"
"As far as we can tell he has gone back to Xan's hideout"
"No i mean... why?"
"We dont know"
"Thank you aGorm" said Buckaroo Banzi. He looked out over the cloneing center. They had been used to create new Legion of Death members by Hanor Xan. Crimminal thought Banzi what a criminal waste so unimaginitive. Cyder had thought up a massivly more ambitios plan to use the cloning center.
Whitch he stole from aGorm thought Banzi with a wry smile. And then he looked at Zoombie. He saw the most miniscule of movements from the undead man. "Still alive eh?" he asked. "No....thanks....to you" Zoombie managed to get out. "Dont worry, im not actualy going to kill you"
"Thanks"
"No, Cyder is going to do that" Banzi said with a all to real cheer. Banzi suddenly remebered that the ZET would try to get their comrade back.
aGrom was feeling better pysicaly, but his mind was still in turmoil over Banzi's mysterious turn. Agginkoff was back to studying the remains of the toxin that Xan had shot into Banzi, whitch he thought was the answer. aGorm thought it could be that, or it could be something more mundane. Alanti ran in "aGorm! Agninkoff! come quick we are getting a transmision from Cyder and Banzi"
aGorm and Aggninkoff ran from the room.
"Hello ZET" started Banzi. Behind him was Cyder. "hi" said Cyder. "Now, you may or may not be wondeing why i have kidnaped Zoombie, your esteemed and respected leader... well ill tell you" He looked straight at aGrom. aGorm felt a chill run down his spine. This isent a recording he thought. "Now i have to thank you aGrom for giving Cyder his ingenious idea, that of crossing Alpha Stage Zombie DNA, that is Zoombie's, with humains to see if you can get a immortall, strong and generaly perfect humain"
Banzi gestured to a massive array of tanks. Each held a humain shape in a feltal position. "Now thease are basicaly Zoombie crossed with the top pysical specimen that we have on file. They are going to be hypnoticaly indoctirinated to serve Cyder... and to serve me" Banzi moved to the right, the camera following him atoumaticaly. It showed a massive assembly line "and thease are rail guns, EMG's and once we can take over the International Space Station we are planning to put a Mass Driver into orbit. Then we can flatten a few citys and have a few treaty's signed up. We want nothing less then the world... and aGorm has givin us the way to do it! A immortal, nearly invunrable once the armour is ready, army that is fanaticaly loyal to the soon to be two most powerfull men on the planet"
The entire ZET felt the blood drain from their face in a quick trical.
"Soon out army will be armed, armoured and trained... and now you know our plan" Banzi smiled "I decided to tell you as a favor, so dont take the four balistic missalse heading towards your base personaly"
aGorm's eye's wided. Then the world was enveloped in fire.
The boat was so silent and black that Peter had to constently check to makesure that the boet was where he though it was. Then suddenly with a crunch he realised that the boet was at the shore!
"Move out" whispered Stevenson and the Third and Fifth Squad moved off the boet. The city was silent, paper rustling ocosionaly about in the wind. Peter looked around constanltly, holding his M16A5, whitch was a huge improvement over the old M16A4 that he had only a day ago. IT had a atou track system and hevyer rounds that could rip a zombie in half.
They rounded a corner and several corpses lay in the street. Each had been picked mostly clean. Peter and his squad continued. Rodger was in First Squad. Each of the Five squad's was converging ont the mall from diferent area's.
Suddenly a howle echoed out from all around the squad and everything went to hell. Peter saw a flying form leap from the top of a building. Then a mass of zombie's rounded the corner. Peter fired quikly. The rest of the sqad followed suit, but they where to slow. THe zombie's reached them seconts after the Riot Member's brought their massive sheilds up. "MACHETIS!" shouted Stevenson. Peter and the rest of the squad reached for a verity of blade's, not all of them machetis. Then the squad towards the hord of zombie's as they tryed to get past then wall of tower sheilds. Peter raised his blade and started to hack at the zombie's.
Rodger was teh the first to hear the sounds of battle. "Hey!" he whispered to their squadleader. "I hear it to" she said. She motioned the squad towards the sounds of fighting. The hord of zombie's was being held at bay by the shilds of the sheilds and the First Squad got into position. Then they opend fire on the massive horde. Their bullet's ripped into the zombie's, each shot at least knocking the zombie's they hit over.
Rodger smiled at he fired his last round into the zombie's, then ejected the clip and rammed in a new one. "Look out!" Shouted some one in the squad. Rodger tunred around and saw another hord of zombie's rushing towards them. "SHIT!" he souted. the zombie's poured through every crack in every building, rushing out of door's, window's and hole's blasted apart by shelling. Rodger saw that some of the zombie's where wearing the uniform's from the Fourth and Sixth squads.
Rodger spared a glance back towards Peter. His squad seemed to be holding it own. Roder then turned and started to fire at the onrushing hords of zombie's.
Peter was tired. He seemed to have swung his blade a infinite nuber of time's. Every time a zombie's skull crunched under his blade two more appeared in the hord. He also had to swing through slits provided by the tower shilds. He herd gun shot's off in the distance, and saw a few of the zombie's collaps. Peter turned and saw the First Squad in a few ally way's fireing into the zombie's.
Peter returned to the fight. "Oh god!" souted some one. Peter tunred again. A massive hord of zombies was pouring out from the buildings behind them. "SHEILDS!!" shouted Smithson
"We dont have any more!"
The zombies smashed into the sqauds from the back and literaly ripped the defender's to shreds.
Rodger crawled into the atic. The zombie's had totaly routed the AZS's forces. Last thing he saw was the zombies running towards the shore, and right now he realy didnt care. Peter was probebly dead, and the rest of the squad was either being eaten or was wandering aroud like them.
Peter clung to some briks that protruded from the wall. He was just glad that this part of the building hadent been covered with any of the new smooth alloy's. Or else the zombie's clamouring below him would have a free lunch. His mucle's where thick with fatuige but still he managed to raise his hand up to grab the windowsill. With a monumentious effort he managed to pull him self up. Once inside the room he locked the door, found a bed like object and fell asleap.
"Genral Smithson, thank you" Buckaroo Banzi smiled. "Yes my leigh" said Smithson "I have lead the pitifull humain's into a ambush. It was suprisingly easy" The zombie soldier smiled. "Good.. good get the andromada stage zombie's onto one of the stelth botes and get them to the mainland"
"Yes sir" said General Smithson and bowed his head before turning off the transmitter.
Buckaroo Banzi turned away from the screen and looked out over the vast army of Zombie Soldiers. Each was equiped with helmet, breast plate and a rail gun, and three grenades. Each had been standing in attention for the last few hours after they had been "born" then equiped. They would never get tired. They would never stop untill the enemy had been destroyed. "READY! MARCH!" shouted Banzi. The army tuned as one and started to march towards the troop transports.
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