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Sign my leave form, sir, I'm kicking up deuces. It's the WEEKEND!!

*a single figure falls from the sky, below a parachute canopy*
*his parachute collapses, but he deploys another*
*that one collapses too*
*he burns in with a puff of dust*
*gets up, dusts himself off, and double-times over*

AIRBORNEATWRLTWWTFBBQLOL!!!!! Captain Hardass McSeriousface reporting. *looks around* Holy hand grenades, these privates all look like zombies! Must be PT time in leg-land. Oh wait... they ARE zombies. Dammit, survive one zombie apocalypse and they put me in a whole friggin unit of em. Punished for success, business as usual.

Lieutenant, make me a pot of coffee. I'll be over here saving the free world one Powerpoint slide at a time.

Colonel Kernel wrote:

go over there and load your balls into them and start shooting!

ROTFLOL

Balls of the Eagle

OOC note: I'm in uniform. Not full battle rattle, just regular ACUs.

-SIGH- Very well, I suppose it does make sense to gear up. But at some point I'm going to have to get a cup of coffee... before it gets nasty, too. The coffee, not the zombie situation. Zombies are always nasty.

Just one thing though. Don't. Ever. Call. Me. Chuck.

-jumps on the cart, takes the ride, and hops off, leaving his briefcase in the cart-

That's a good list you have there, Mike... bout what I was thinking. 20 gauges for anybody who's untrained but able to hold it. You might skip the .22s and 9 mils though... I'd wager those zombies don't feel pain like you or I do. Need something bigger to bring 'em down and if you can't handle something bigger just come stand behind me, I got ya covered. Mike if you don't mind lemme add a couple things to it for myself... thanks.

-whips a pen out of his sleeve and scribbles the below on the list-

30-30 lever action
sling and scope for the above
44 mag revolver, double action if they got one- ruger if they got it
make that 2 of the above
couple holsters for the 44s
frameless ruck or backpack
rope
carabiners
duct tape
binos
GPS
head lamps
as much 30-30 and 44 ammo as will fit in the backpack. hollowpoints please
biggest bowie knife you can find
camelback
powerbars
and get us some batteries, all kinds, we'll keep em in the cart

-hands the list back-

With the binos I can spot for you if it comes to that... we'd better start looking for the roof access and try to find a map with all the exits on it. As for me, I'm going to run down to that sword shop and pick up a couple "out of ammo solutions." Y'all let me know now if you got any requests from there. I know, don't be the guy who goes off by himself, but we are in crunch time, we gotta move fast and efficient. Which means you shop here while I run there.

And if they don't want to just give you the stuff we're gonna need to save their greedy a**es just give 'em this with regards from Uncle Sam.

-reaches in his wallet and tosses him a government credit card-

I'm still in. I am fresh from taking the quizzes on Facebook that tell me I'd be the one saving everybody else in a zombie apocalypse scenario so when I saw this play-as-yourself thing I thought it was pretty cool.

-THWACK- -SPLURTCH- -WTF?-

Whoa, boss, easy with the bo staff skills. You're going to make me twitchy. Thanks though. If that one hadda been a snake he would have bit me. He didn't by any chance bite you, did he? -sizes Luc up- No? I guess not.

Oh yeah, I'm CPT ####, call me Charlie. You, ah, know who's in charge of this goat rope? And more importantly, where's the coffee shop? I haven't had a cup yet this morning and frankly I feel like a zombie myself.

Sent to Appleton, Wisconsin to coordinate plague relief efforts and liaise with the local authorities. What a way to spend a 4-day weekend. Well, at least they put me up in a decent hotel. This crap is probably just another bird flu or swine flu type scare. A handful of old people or immunodeficient people will kick the bucket, there'll be a big hysteria, the government will use it to pass a "zombie plague care reform package" to expand federal powers, and life will go on.

So I head down to my cheap government rental car. As I pull out of the parking garage, silhouetted against the daylight streaming in from outside stands a solitary figure. I can just make out against the glare the shambling gait, lolling tongue, and lack of a jaw.

Hmm. Maybe there's something to this zombie hysteria after all.

I watch it shuffling sickeningly toward my car for a few seconds while I decide whether it's a zombie, or whether it's just that I haven't had my first cup of coffee this morning. I conclude that despite my lack of caffeine, that I do indeed behold a genuine member of the walking unquiet dead.

I floor it. The ambulatory corpse thuds underneath my tires. I doubt the rental insurance covers zombie damage, but then again, the government's paying for it so I don't mind. I throw it in reverse, back up, put it in drive, and pull forward again. I do that four times, just to make damn sure.

Double-checking the door locks, I pull out into the street. They're disquietingly empty for this time of morning. I pull into a parallel spot, do a quick 360 degree check to make sure there aren't any other undead about, and check the GPS. Looks like the nearest sporting goods shop is Fox Mall, and they do carry guns... good... and there's a coffee shop there. I quickly drive that way, not stopping for anything or anybody until I get there. When I arrive, I grab my briefcase, do another quick look around, and make a quick dash for the doors.

Now, first things first. Where's that coffee shop....

And I thought I was going to be the billy bada** of the bunch until I saw Lucien's character sheet. We're all totally going to survive this as long as we just stand behind that guy.

Charlie

5'6"
165 lbs.
32 years old
20/15 vision
US Army Captain

Skills:
GUNS- military training, plus extensive civilian shooting experience. Rifles, shotguns, automatics, sidearms of all varieties, machine guns, grenade launchers, man-portable rockets, *DEATHBLOSSOM* (NSFW)
ARTILLERY- knowledge needed to operate and accurately place fires using cannon and rocket artillery
DRIVING- cars (incl. sticks), trucks, military wheeled vehicles (not tanks or tracked vehicles)
CLOSE COMBAT- military combatives training, dabbling in tai chi, hapkido, and Krav Maga. Great with knives. Tai chi jian fencing and a touch of European longsword. Anatomical knowledge of nerve centers, arteries, muscles/ligaments to sever, etc.
COMPUTERS- former computer repairman, extensive computer skills, not programming or hacking
OUTDOORS/SURVIVAL- former Boy Scout, extensive outdoors experience. survival, orienteering/land nav, ropes and knots, camping. Fished as a kid, never really hunted.
MOVEMENT- hiking, running, rope climbing, rappelling, parachuting, mediocre swimmer
MEDICAL- basic first aid incl. combat first aid
LANGUAGE- native English, conversational Spanish, elementary French, ancient Greek and Latin
BASIC- basic cooking, tool use. Former barrista- can brew coffee, froth milk, etc. Identify and consume good scotch.

Gear:
WORK- Army uniform, hi-end laptop, pen, pencil, notebook, novel, folding pocket knife (suitable for fighting), digital wristwatch, cell phone, keys. Potentially emergency access to unit arms room.
HOME- as above, except civilian clothes instead of uniform. Tshirt, jeans, boots, fleece. .40cal sidearm with extra mag in concealment holster (avid concealed carry permit holder). At the house, couple swords, a spear, military body armor with helmet, cold weather gear, camelbak, GPS devices, binos, 550 cord, chem lights, canned food, tools, good scotch.