Roots (modern RP)

The helicopter whirred in to life, as it slowly rose in to the air. Shadow looked at his comrades. "We'd better load up..." He said, slowly. He had a violin case next to him and he kept it under one arm.

Tricia looked questioningly at the violin case, but did not question. She was the newest, and yet, highest-ranking of the squad, Lt. Tricia Amandele. She took out her twin pistols, placing bullets into the chambers. She also had a machete, in case. After all, her family was famous for it's swordsmanship. Legend had it that her ancestors were some of the first Europeans to own swords, but Tricia was sceptical.
She looked around at her comrades anxiously. All men. She was the youngest, the newest, the highest-ranking, and the only female soldier in this squad.
That was Lt. Tricia Amandele.

*Is there gonna be a supernatural element to this RP? Like ghosts, vampires, zombies, you get the idea. ^.^*

*Not meaning to discourage u but Lt. is the highest rank if u like i'll swap my charrie to Lt. and yours can be Pvt? (the lowest rank)*

Shadow looked over the edge of the helicopter. "we're flying over a city. They're launching fireworks at us. wait...they aren't fireworks..."

The rocket smashed in to the side of the helicopter.

Pvt Whisperwind cursed. "Grab on to something, we're going down!" He shouted. Shadow grabbed his violin case, it was quite large for a violin. The Helicopter crashed in to the ground.

Shadow woke up, dazed. two townspeople slowly walked towards him. He flipped open the Violin case.


Pvt. McTavish looked around, then gasped as he heard a sound. He knew what it was instantly. IT was the sound of a chainsaw revving up, then a scream. "Damn it, i need to find the Lt. Quickly...!" He gasped, shouldering his rifle.

*Well my charries Saluka's ancestor... So yeah. And it's SRO doing this for heavens sake!*

Shadow panted, the blood dripping down the walls. The two men lay in a bloody mess in front of him. He held the chainsaw, slowly walking towards the door. Another man stepped through the door, saw Shadow, and tried to run. Too late. In an instant, Shadow revved up the chainsaw and slammed it through the man's back, lifting him in to the air.

Karl pulled himself from the front of the helicopter...
"Crap..." He said as he saw townspeople coming at them from all sides... He pulled out his MP40 and open fired.

Steve Whisperwind turned around, hearing the gunfire. "That's coming from the wreck..." He said to himself, kicking down the door of one building and running through on to a balcony. He saw dosens of townspeople walking towards the wrecked helicopter, gunfire cutting them down. "There's too many..." He said to himself, then pulled his sniper rifle up to his shoulder, taking aim. There was a loud crack, and one of the enemies fell dead, and another, and another. then...click.

Steve shouldered his empty sniper rifle, and pulled out his two desert eagles, aiming, then the balcony gave way under him, and he crashed to the floor. He grimaced, forcing himself to his feet. Now there were about 20 of the townspeople running for him. He opened fire, sweeping them down. Now there were two left. One of his Desert eagles was empty. He brought the sights up to aim at one of their heads, and shot. He realised that all his weapons were out of ammunition. The last surviving townsperson grinned, walking towards him. Then the door to the townsperson's left smashed open, and shadow roared, bringing down the chainsaw down on the townsperson's collar bone and making a diagonal cut severing the man in two. The Chainsaw whirred to a stop, slowly.

Shadow looked round. "We need to find Karl and Tricia..." He said, quietly, as Steve reloaded his empty guns, shaking slightly.

Tricia was dazed from the fall. She had been flung out of the helicopter when it neared the ground, landing away from her colleagues, and hitting her head on something.
She woke up, and saw townspeople around her, looking dangerous and closing in. She crawled back, only then remembering that they were behind her. She gulped. Only one thing to do. Tricia drew out the machete, and swung it at those closing in on her. Blood splattered in all directions as Tricia hacked left, right and center. "Get the hell away from me!" She yelled, her body and clothes drenched in crimson.
She heard weapon noises in the distance. No doubt the other squad members. Tricia stabbed the final attacker, and listened to the noises, following them, machete brandished.

Steve and shadow had broken up, Shadow helping Karl, Steve looking for Tricia. He saw a blood-splattered figure walking towards him, and aimed his rifle, leaning against a wall. He paused, then slowly lowered the rifle. "Tricia?" He called out, lighting a cigarette.

"Who is that?" Tricia asked, looking at the figure. "Oh, thank God, it's you Steve," Tricia sighed with relief when she neared the figure. She sheathed her machete, and wiped the blood from her face. She smiled, before going straight-faced, and asked "Steve, have you found any of the others?"

Karl bourght a townsperson to his face and slit it's throat with a small knife he held up his sleeve.
But not before he saw his eyes...
The eyes of the dead... Empty, unseeing...

Steve nodded. "The others are back that way," He said, slowly, turning round. There was a long line of The citizens of the City, lined up. One barged through the croud, pulling out a .22 pistol. A shot sounded out across the street.

Steve fell back, blood gushing from the bullet wound in his chest, falling to the floor. He heard more shots, and grimaced. "Tricia..." He whispered, trying to get to his feet. He looked up to see a townsperson running towards him. He tripped the man up and stuck the barrel of his pistol down the man's throat and pulled the trigger. He stood up, staggered to the side and fell over again. Then he realised he couldn't breathe properly. The bullet wound had grazed his chest. He coughed blood, the light fading around him.

Karl grimanced and spun around and released fire... Bullets ripped into the townspeople surrounding him... For every one he killed two more filled their spots. "Guys! A little help?"

"Steve!" She yelled, catching him before his head hit the floor. "Private, don't go and die on me now!" Tricia said, looking at Steve. She picked him up, hooking his arm around her shoulder, and her arm under his as a support. "I need to find Karl or Shadow," she said, taking out one of her pistols.

Karl did another spin... "Fuck..." He said as his gun just clicked. He threw it to the ground and drew his pp7s.

Shadow cut down man after man. He saw a townsperson holding a pistol pointing it straight at Karl. He stuck the chainsaw through a man, letting go of it and drawing a .50 Caliber revolver out of his holster and taking aim. The shot cracked the man's skull in half. The other man, screaming in pain and trying to pull the chainsaw out turned to run, but Shadow revved the saw up, cutting him in half. He shouted to Karl to take cover and threw a grenade towards the wreck of the helicopter. He looked up, as another helicopter flew overhead. It was carrying a different squad in the back.

The pilot looked down. "Command, this is Echo 2-4. It looks like we have a blackhawk down, i repeat, blackhawk down. Request permission to engage enemies..." he said, watching the squad on the floor.

Steve looked through dazed eyes. Everything was grey and blurred. He saw a townsperson running toward him and Tricia, and threw himself in front of her, protectivley. There was a loud Bang, then silence.

"Permission granted," The radio in the blackhawk flying overhead stated, and the pilot grinned. "Hey Scopes, Break out the Minigun!" The pilot shouted, and the cannon slowly spooled up, then unleashed a barrage of bullets upon the townspeople around the wreck.

An empty shotgun shell fell at the townsperson's feet. He stood, wide-eyed, his hands shaking, staring at Steve, lying face down, slowly bleeding out. He slowly looked at Tricia's pistol, then dropped the shotgun, turned and ran.


*Oh by the way, here's a video of a minigun shooting https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-QDAQ7BZ_E&feature=related*

Karl looked at Steve. "They weren't normal people..." He whispered... He looked around at the macarbe scene and his stomache rumbled slightly at the sight of the blood. He shook his head... It had always done that... Blood was strange.

Steve looked around. He was in a meadow, and there were people everywhere, laughing and joking with each other. A figure walked towards him. He had primitive clothes, rugged and ripped, but he had the same blue eyes as Steve.

Hal looked steve in the eyes. "You're a whisperwind. Whisperwind's don't die young." He said, grinning.

Steve opened one eye, dizzily. He saw the man that had shot him running away. He pulled one of his pistols and shot. The man fell to the floor, a bullet in his brain. Steve Coughed blood, dragging himself towards a wall and leaning against it, bleeding heavily.


*I'm guessing you know about the whisperwind burial ground, CJ?*

*Where they all go and come back from lol?*

Karl looked down at Steve and ran over... He was a trained Pilot and Medic... It's why he was on the team... He got out his medi pack... "Stay still..." He said as he removed the bullet from Steve and wrapped the wound.

Steve didn't notice. He'd slipped back in to unconsiousness.


Shadow stood in the middle of the blood-stained scene, covered in the red liquid. He turned, the bloody chainsaw glinting in the light.

Karl left Steve to rest and walked over to Shadow... "I've got that feeling again... The feeling to feed..." He said with uncertainly and looked at the blood and gore around them... "I don't know why I get it... I just do when stuff like this happens..."

Shadow looked round at Karl. "There's something that comes naturally for me to kill someone, it feels like i've been doing it since day 1." He sighed, looking over at Steve. "And i don't even want to know what you mean by feed."

Steve's eyes opened, slowly. He turned, hearing voices behind him. "But I'm pinned down, there's bullets flying everywhere....ok, roger that." The door opened, and a man holding a shotgun walked through the door. Steve looked up, and the man turned round. "Survivors?" He asked, slowly, then sighed. "The name's Sgt. Miller. There's a helicopter picking us up a few streets away. Follow me.

Karl limped after the man trying not to look at the blood...

Miller stopped. "There is a patrol of enemies ahead." He said, pulling out a six inch revolver and taking aim. One bullet smashed through two enemies, who fell dead. The other five tried to run, but Steve cut them down with sniper fire. Blood seemed to be everywhere in sight.

"I was told something once..." Shadow said, slowly. "The only way out of hell is through it. Looks like it's true, after all!"

Karl fell to his knees at the sight of all the blood and screamed in pain... It felt like he was changing... Mutating... His organs changing slowly and painfully inside him.... He screamed again...