Benjamin, nice backstory.

My only problem with writing one now is that I am prone to change my mind later. I my try to put one together but keep aspects vague enough to allow me to change things as I need to. I have an idea on how to set my scene up a bit. Let me try to write something up and I may post itin the next few days.

Thanks for the kind words guys. I`m glad you like it. If anyone wants to piggyback onto it they are more than welcome, but I`m not really for making this the End of Days Universe. Wouldn`t want to dam any other creative juices (who of you will do the alien invasion thing ). I just felt a bit creative and wanted to do something for the campaign other than wait. I`m thinking about a sketch of what I`ve got planned too... just to keep me at it.

But... What if the zombies are the precursor to the alien invasion?

Benjamin, superb writing indeed. I can feel the desperation and despair along with the will to survive.

One quick comment though . . . .


. . . sounds like Australia is the place to be !!



Cheers, D

Hello D,

Is it really that bad in the outback, I thought MAD MAX took care of that problem? How are you doing buddie?

Bob

Matt: who knows, at any rate the aliens won`t have to try and tell us to take them to our leader

Damian: Well the outback is of course the safest place to be because it`s hard to survive there for humans. Then again, how are we gonna survive there afterwards

Made a drawing of Ysolde to stop the ideas flowing out of my head again. I sure hope LiveResin has the M134 ready by the time we start this campaign

@ Benjamin: I like your idea and the sketch really shows what can be done. Iysolde looks like a long recon vehicle able to take care of it self and bring back enough booty to the compound for the rest of the group, I will be waiting eagerly for you photos of the build in progress.

Bob

Benjamin, the sketch looks nice. I like the storage box on the front. You could beef up the sides a bit and add a hefty bumper to act as a plow to clear off those roads. Plus, I don't think you can go wrong with smoke launchers and added spotlights.

Damian, Yall will have your hands full with the mutated Aussie flora & fauna. Flying Koalas with a taste for blood. Kangeroos with kung-fu grip...and not afraid to use it. Acid spitting platypuses. Cane Toads that have Fosters...for blood. And Dingos...by all that is holy do we even have to mention the dingos.

Hi Benjamin,

Looks like we both had a similar idea, for the base kit at least. I can't wait to see how they stack up next to each other!

Paul

@ Phill: I was wodering if the campaign had been made available to those on MODEL GEEK? I did not go through the entire thread.

Bob

Bob ,, I made a offer to the blokes over on Model Geek at the same time i opened the idea for it here ,,fact i think it was the same day as Jeremy made his offer too for his What If 2 campaign


Phill

It was just an after thought, I am unable to navigate to Model Geek the icons at the top of this page dissapear immediately before I am able to click on any.

Bob

Bob, to navigate the other sites you'll need to click the "Browse Sites" button at the top of the page. It'll make the icons for the other sites appear.

Hi all.

My 'back story' as promised and I may add a second nearer the start.

Paul

If your reading this well, most likely I am dead.

Nobody seems to know the how, where and when it started. Some say it was American scientists, dropped a vial or some such thing, others pointed the finger at the Russians or the North Koreans or maybe even just some mad scientist. Nazi cultists, voodoo? but the truth is, it don’t really matter anymore, not much does now. All I know is the last I heard it was some sort of virus that seems to alter you when you die. You change into a re-living thing from a dead thing that was a living thing, if you see what I mean. There are few ways of removing them from the equation. A shot to the head is a given, anything will do, gun , shotgun, baseball bat, a plank with some nails through it, the style does not matter, it just has to work. You just have to make sure that once they go down they stay down. It’s not like you can starve them to death after all. Removing the head is good, as is finding away to pin them down(or up for that matter). There are two types of people left, those who hunt and those who let do the hunting. Okay so we all indulge in a little scavenging but there is little food left now, unless you like tinned dog, cat food or the odd scavenged vegetable. We learnt early on to avoid the cities and larger towns, too many shamblers hanging around them. At first the Army had been able to hold back the tide, but even their firepower held little sway over the masses that assaulted them after the first couple of months. Once the military and Police had given up the cities and towns self-destructed and most of them burned, We faced a new problem the amount of smoke coming from the towns was choking us slowly to death, but once civilisation stopped burning we found the air clearer. We saw a last group of other hunters about a month ago, so for all I know there is nobody left to read this, but there is always hope, although that is becoming a scarce commodity. The event, cataclysm, apocalypse, what ever you want to call it, changed us all. Some chose the easy way out others like us made the choice to try to find something better.

It was a little before the first snows I heard on the radio that our glorious government had abandoned us. That was the kicker for a lot of those who survived that long and we began to attack each other. Panic swept what was left of the country, thousands died but most of those came back. We were now outnumbered at a minimum of ten to twenty to one, I never liked those odds. We had been using a couple of old land rovers we had obtained from a couple of farms but they were frankly on their last legs and a new transport was required. I had been on the look out for something a little roomier for a couple of months and as luck would have it we found a few more bits abandoned at an army barracks. We grabbed what we could from the place, the two landy’s we filled with boxes of ration packs, ammo, weapons, body armour and other items we felt we would have a use for. We found a workshop their and an old slightly battered unimog. I looked at the small lorry and then a plan formed in my head. We got the truck inside the garage and set to work altering it to our needs.

That was six months ago. Six months of hell. If it wasn’t running into the recently dead it was those larger groups of scavengers who had decided to turn Britain into a scene from ‘Mad Max’. We had to keep on our toes but inevitability our ranks became thinner. Some of our little band we were able to bury but more often than not we just had to leave them where they fell. We lost Adam yesterday, bitten presumed turned. As I write this we now number six. The Unimog is still going strong and we had a few new additions, but as I noted earlier food is running low. Fresh food is a thing of the past, often cold food is all we can get, hell I even saw a Zombie cow once. So tinned food or ration packs is the best we have to offer. I had to get us all to take supplemental vitamins to try and stay reasonably healthy but will it help us? Ammunition is easy to find, well not that easy but it’s around if you know where to look. It’s the same with medical supplies, plenty of hospitals and chemists, but you really have to keep your wits about you, they tend to be crawling with the dead. Fuel is more of a problem, I hate sucking the petrol out, but at the end of the day you kind of get used to the taste. As I said earlier we met a group about a month ago and they claim they heard about a place up north in Scotland, ‘free from infection’, ‘fresh food and water’ they told us. I did not have the heart to tell them that it was just an old recording. They left after exchanging some supplies with us. We found a few battered old boats after a run in with a larger pack of dead and I remembered a small island up the river that might make a good base of operations. It used to be a fort in the Victorian period should be free of any unwelcome guests. We needed time to re-group and gather our equipment. We see so many shamblers now the land is becoming unsafe. Too many to shoot these days, the easiest option is to just run them down with the truck. Shooting is ok but our ammo is going to run out before long, so going hand to hand is a far better option. It’s a messier option but what choice do we have? There is a large amount of junk around we could adapt into clubs. Swords even a few old riot shields I found in an abandoned police van.

Dylan and Max have had an Idea to create an autonomous device to scout and eradicate. I think the idea is crazy but has merit, we just need to find the parts. There was an electronics shop in town, before the days of man were numbered, maybe we can get the bits there? Maybe we can up our game a bit, but the truth is six of use versus what, anything up to billions of them? Maybe it’s just wishful thinking. Six of us still though maybe things will brighten up once the snows go? Maybe they will all have frozen but I don’t think the cold slows them down much. Still our little island is safe and warm now we have rigged up enough shelter, but it’s not very comfortable. What I would give for a decent bed. We’d get some, it’s just a short trip across the river, but the towns are just empty, burned out ruins for the most parts now. No birdsong now, no cats, few dogs but the ones you see have turned. You hear the odd gunshot, but no air traffic, those sounds of civilisation we all grew accustomed to have long vanished. We had a meeting last night and have decided to have one last bash at trying to find out what’s going on. We set off in the morning, the quick trip back across the river to pick up the truck, then North to London and beyond. I leave this journal here at our old home. If you have found this your welcome to the place, it gets very cold in the winter but we never saw any dead here. So good luck maybe we might cross paths one day, either living or dead….

Very nicely done Paul mate .. classic diary of the living sort of thing

Mine will appear here soon enough ,,promiseish

Phill

Come on Phil you can do it!!!!

Paul

Digital Communications intercept from Bravo 176,Cpt Robert R Becker in command .

May 18th .. 2061 ...0800 GMT

Comms is still down ,nobody in the unit has a clue as to what is going on , three weeks on exercise and then nothing from command ,every attempt leads to the same result,nothing ,,what the hell is going on.

June 19th .. 2061 ...0800 GMT

Something is going way strange out here,this morning trying to make our way out of this forest we came across what we thought at the time to be a badly wounded young male,he looked like he had been attacked by a dog,large bite marks on his arms and legs and a terrible open wound on the left side of his neck,we are miles from any town or hamlet so coming across this person was strange dew to the distance we are from anywhere .
Our first guess was a hunter attacked by a wolf or something along those lines,the thing which attracted our attention is the fact hes walking and does not seem to suffer from any pain.
Jenkins approached the man with intent to help and as soon as Jenkins got close enough he attacked,well kind of attacked,more like a slow desire to attack is the best way to describe it ,Jenkins has little trouble pushing this person back from him but the moment he gained his balance he went straight for Jenkins again, Jenkins ordered the man to stay where he was but from what i could see the command was falling on deaf ears.
It was then i saw the eyes,bright while with no emotion at all,no sense of anything other than Jenkins,our first thought was he had gone crazy but when the hell does crazy make your eyes turn white ? .
Little did we know just what the hell this thing was and what we where in for in the coming weeks .

I started to write this message nearly 6 months ago , in that time between then and now we are no closer to knowing just what the hell is going on , dew to the exercise we all carried blank ammunition but have been forced to use civilian 6.8mm rounds and these are causing no end of problems,our weapons have been made into back ups and we are now using anything we can find,anything from hunting rifles to base ball bats .
For anyone who might read this ,,heres some info for you..shoot them in the head,its the only way to kill them ,,what ever the hell they are ,we first shot them in the chest and apart from slowing them down for a second thats all it did and the bigger they are the less this works ,one thing we discovered purely by chance is that if they start to attack in mass ,shoot them in the legs , they fall and the others behind fall over the top of them giving you the chance to get the hell out of dodge .
Oh by the way we call them dead heads ,,like the normal way of things in human nature everything has to have a name and now we are trying everything we can to retain anything in the form of humanity

February ..2062 ..the date ? who cares ?

The world is a place of death ,we fight for our very existence,we fight to survive,we are out numbered millions to one and one way or another we will win,,i hope.
To be honest we are only existing ,,we are living but not living,no families,no parties no nothing.
Food is becoming a issue now ..the animals for some reason are not infected and nothing seems to want to eat them ,they only want to seem to eat us .
We use bows to hunt ..ammo is not that easy to find as the best places for it is in the cities as all the small towns have either been emptied or burned to the ground .
The biggest problem is making the food last for more than a day ..for some reason the moment its killed it starts to turn rotten and i mean the first moment,fact within one hour its uneatable,we have to kill and start to cook it as fast as possible and many times we have not eaten because of not being able to get to the food in time.
Canned food is still good , when you can find it an when we do we take everything we can,even if it means towing it behind us in a cart.
We need a vehicle,we need to find something as this walking is to slow and to tiring and as luck would have it we thought we had found exactly what we where looking for ,6x6 ,military and it looked like it was in pretty good condition through the scope on Russell's Remington rifle.
Making our way down into the compound slowly it was only then that we got a very close look at it and what this compound was, an insurance damaged vehicles auction yard .pretty much useless,the trucks diff's are broken ,huge cracks running along both the rear diff's ,nothing in this place was any good ,,we did find a pretty nice golf cart though,some of the boys thought it was pretty funny ..i tend to agree .

The hunt continues .

What the hell is it with these things ..we found an abandoned hotel and with some fast work we was able to seal it of from the outside world .
We moved as quietly as possible as sound attracts these things like flies to rotten food but even then that wasn't enough ..its like they can smell us .

We have to find transport.

Mikey and Dale ,,two of the best snipers i have ever had the pleasure of working with have a habit of scouting many miles ahead of us and even though its a pretty dangerous thing to do least they don't get shot at so they are more than happy to do it.
Comms does not work anymore,guess the comms units are just warn out so we have to wait to meet them after they have scouted out the safe routes to travel.
Dale has returned with news to make this Monday ( i think its Monday ) one we will not forget in a hurry.
They found trucks ,,brand new,never delivered,off road trucks ,,Dale is pretty damn sure they are military but they are not painted and covered in surface rust and they have no armour to speck off .
The only problem..9 miles of dead heads between us and those trucks .
We waited for the weather to change ,its felt like rain for the last two days and sometime last night it arrived and its the best sound you can hear these days ,the heavier the better .
Has its good points and bad ..they can't hear us but we can't hear them either ,,,but we do have guns so its not that bad really .
We moved out early that morning ..the rain coming down as hard as ever and it makes movement that much easier but dew to the rain it makes movement slow ..can't run when you can't see .
9 miles to travel,,22 hours to get there ,we are wet ,hungry and tired but we are now above this yard on over watch waiting to see anything move that we don't like.
The place is clear from what we can see so we head down to find our new wheels and what we find makes us feel better than we have felt for many months now .
Brand new 6x6 trucks but not military and not painted ,these trucks look custom made for a customer and the bodies where finished but never made it to paint ,we guess they were going to painted here ,at this point we couldn't clear less ..they are complete and just sitting there waiting for the owners who will never arrive to collect them ,they have new owners now .
First things first ,,get them to start which is not as easy as it sounds ..all batteries are dead,been sitting for nearly a year now from what we can figure from the amount of surface rust on them .
A good search is whats needed,this place must have a tool bay or work shop area and it don't take long to find it.
A petrol driven generator was found in one store room with fuel in its tank and as soon as that was found nothing was slowing down .
With power we have everything we need,power to feed the battery charger and nice fresh acid to recharge the batteries too.
We where all falling in love with this place .
One of the boys mentioned adding some protection to these rigs ..not against guns as we have not been shot at since this all started but against ramming into these large groups of dead heads which have been seeing more often,its almost like they are moving to better feeding grounds as Mikey describes it .
Davies found a welder and all the tools he needed to build bull bars for the two trucks which we decided to use.
The only problem was finding the materials to build the bull bars from ..there is no steel here ..no tubing ,,no plate ..nothing ..the only thing there is is trucks and a large group of them .
Davies suggested we cut up a couple of the trucks which are in the repair bays ..both without cabs but thats it .to work we go is the best way to describe it ,,gas axes made short work of cutting out the engine mounts and suspensions and once everything was removed all that was left is this nice big chassis,cutting those up gave us the steel we needed .
Two large and very strong bull bars were built and mounted to the trucks which will have to do for now ,we fueled them with as much as we could get in the tanks and then every 44 gallon drum we found was filled with every bit of fuel we could find .
We siphoned every tank dry and cleaned out the snack food machines ,,tell you one thing,,had the best fake chicken flavored potato chips i have ever tasted this morning .

One week has gone by since we found this place ..the dead heads have gathered in front of every fence they can ..they know we are in here but can't get in ,they are going to know we are leaving in less than one hour ..we are heading up north ..the bigger the forest the less of them there is ,,wish us luck,we're going to need it .

Holy crap!! didn't think i wrote that much


Phill

Phil,

I dunno it's only about the same size as mine LOL

Paul

@ Alex: I did that, but the icons disapear as soon as they apear. Just a fraction of a second and no amount of moving the cursor as fast I can will keep them on the screen, but no big deal thanks for the information.

@ Phill & Paul: so now it begins, story telling by the campfire and tall tales contests or did this thing really happen and we are in for a world of hurt. "I WANT MY MOMMY" to make the all of those bad men and the monsters under my bed to go away, but hey if she cant I will just jump into WENDY and speed away then mow them down.

Bob

Nice stories guys.

I'll probably break mine up into two stages. The first will be a general back story to establish what the global situation is. After the campaign starts and I get to build, I'll add a more firsthand account involving the depicted scene.

You and me both, although I've picked up some stuff to help me out, and filled two tackle boxes with spare parts after cleaning out my stash of some unbuilt "bottom shelf queens". I know that 1/32 and 1/35 is only three scale inches, but for cross building, it is THAT much different?

Spent some time over lunch coming up with a story. Keep in mind I'm not a writer by nature, actually I'm an engineer, so keep those tomatoes stowed!

“Where the hell are we?”

That’s the only question LT Chris Jackson could think of, and he was sure the rest of his team was thinking the same thing. For three days following his team’s coastal insertion, he had only sporadic GPS signal strength from his transceiver, sometimes one, maybe two satellites…nothing near strong enough to get a good fix. The last time, his equipment told him that his team was moving north, about three miles from Topeka, Kansas, half a world away from where he and his team were, or, more appropriately, where they thought they were.

Three weeks ago, the mission began as most of his team’s missions did: load up gear into whatever sub was going to play transport, get to the objective and complete the mission. The SEAWOLF left the pier under good conditions by Pacific Northwest standards; cool, cloudy with a slight chop in the water. Within two hours, SEAWOLF had slipped under the waves, and completely detached from the outside world.

Jackson should have known something was up on the transit across the Pacific. The sub’s CO, CDR William Jamison was reporting intermittent readings from the VLF and ELF radios. Due to the sensitive nature of the operation, Seawolf was running with half the normal crew, and those with a security clearance below TS/SCI were told to schedule schools while the boat was away for a training mission. Message traffic became sporadic about 10 days ago, and stopped completely within the last seven days. Seawolf was sending regular buoys to the surface, but were timed to transmit between twelve and 24 hours after release.

“What was that?” asked “Baby Doc” HM3 Carl Rugel, the team’s corpsman and newest member of the team. They moved to a crouch, hidden from view outside the small military facility they had come upon within the last half hour. Strange guttural noises and shuffling feet were coming from the left, down the small dirt road Jackson had been “navigating” with.

“Dunno, but I’d imagine it’s close to platoon sized, maybe two,” said Chief Miguel Sanchez, the team’s senior enlisted NCO and team-appointed “Papi”, “and I don’t think they’re trying to be quiet, that’s for sure.”

It was a clear night, and only one or two lights emanated from the compound. Stars filled the sky and gave a luminous glow to everything not concealed by the shadows. Jackson’s men, working quickly, flicked the safeties of their weapons off, and checked the silencers attached. In a job where silence was golden, leaving these items unchecked meant mission failure at best.

They watched as the group passed, and it became apparent that this was no military formation, at least not anymore. Through the branches, the team watched the group pass in the starlight, large pieces of skin and clothing missing, entire skull sections eerily glowing in the faint light. The mass shuffled to the station, setting off perimeter tripwires and anti-personnel devices with bright flashes and loud booms.

Jackson and his men could only watch in horror as the zombies kept moving, including the ones hit by the claymores. Those without legs clawed at the earth, while others simply shuffled along, oblivious to the damage. The ones that went down and stayed down were the ones who took a hit to the head. “Jesus Christo,” softly whispered Sanchez.

Jackson agreed, “Whatever they are, it looks as if the only way to stop ‘em is with a shots to the head, so keep that in mind.”

The question in his head for three days suddenly changed.

“What the hell is going on here?”

The more I think about it the more I am thinking about pulling away from the cyborg idea and going with the more traditional zombie premise. The cyborg thing is going to be a lot of work and I might biting off more than I can chew.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet. I'll probably pick one of my ideas I posted earlier. If it's okay I might do something set during the initial outbreak. Not sure if that meets the spirit of the campaign since it's set pre-complete breakdown of society.

I'm thinking something based around Trumpy's PMC figure sets. Maybe have them being sent in to extract a scientist that may have the cure/vaccine. The extraction goes badly and they have to make their way out on foot.

Let me know if this one is okay.