"Hungry, Hungry Zombies"

[KingOfNowhere]

We are not writing this anymore.

 

[CutiePie1997]

Allison

Location: Aboard the Celebrity Summit Cruise Ship


I am delivering a drink to a patron when I suddenly hear a scream. On the deck below me, someone is being attacked; there is blood all over the place, and it almost looks like another person is actually biting her at the neck. Some of the passengers and crew pull the one woman off the other, and the injured woman is taken forward toward the Infirmary.

I couldn't believe what I saw, and I thought it was all over. But then the ship wide alarm went off, directing all crew to their emergency stations and all passengers to either their state rooms or to one of the many designated safe rooms which were established for cases of gunmen or pirates or other such unlikely events.

Well, it now seems at though one of those unlikely events is likely taking place: there has been another attack. It's got to be some sort of terrorist event. But over the hour that follows the initial attack, I learn that people are attacking people like rabid animals. It's got to be some sort of adverse drug reaction, right? Bad dope?

I am only a bartender's mate. When the alarm first went off, I went straight to the quarters I share with 5 other women. Only 4 of us made it there; the other two are elsewhere or victims of the mayhem.

And mayhem is the correct word. Over the four hours since the first attack, the ship has gone crazy. We barricaded the door with a bunk bed, turned on the ship wide radio, and got out our smart phones and laptops to monitor any information about the ship, the port, the city, and the island.

It seems as though the whole world is going mad. It started here in Bermuda just today, but apparently it started elsewhere as early as two days ago. People are attacking others all over the world.

The scariest thing is that my sister and mother have seen what I'm seeing, but they're seeing it up even closer. My sister is a peace officer, so she's out in the mix of it all. I talked to her shortly after it all began, but for the last couple of hours I haven't been able to get ahold of her.

My mother is in a beer cooler, hiding with customers and one or two of her staff. She calls me every 15 minutes or so to check in; she's safe for now.

(I will write for the other two in the morning. It's late here.)

 

[CutiePie1997]

Bonnie

Location: Hamilton Police Station

A call came in about an assault a few blocks away, followed by another ten minutes after than, then another and another in even less time. I was working the front desk for a Sergeant who hadn't shown up for work; we would find out in the hours to come that he -- and his family of 5 -- had been a victim of yet another attack.

All officers were armed and -- with the exception of me and some senior officers who were coordinating -- were sent out onto the streets to respond. Within an hour, I had taken dozens of calls of shots fired and officer down. The assumption was that we were either suffering a coordinated terrorist attack or there had been some sort of drug-induced frenzy that was causing people to go mad.

The word zombie was mentioned more than once!

Then, several crazed people burst through the entrance of the station. I had never used my weapon against another person before. But these weren't people; these were something the like of which I'd never seen before. I fired, killing one, then another, and finally a third before my clip was empty and I ran for a safe place.

These zombies continued to beat down one door after another, and I realized there was only one safe place in the building: the detention cells. I sprinted down the halls for the jail cells, snatch up the keys from inside the desk, and locked myself inside. The zombies followed me into the detention center, but they couldn't get to me.

I'm safe, but I'm trapped. There are 5 others with me: a male Sergeant of lower seniority than I named Howie; a female rookie officer named Ingrid; and three detainees (J, K, and L, whose details I will leave for the Host to decide).

Howie had his cell phone on him, so he was able to contact this family. But I didn't have a single contact phone number in my own phone memorized, so although I spoke to both my sister and mother earlier, I can't contact them now because I can't recall their entire phone numbers.

All we can do is wait for the zombies to leave or wait for rescue … or fight our way out. We haven't shot any of the 2-10 zombies (Host?) who are reaching into the cells, trying to get at us, fearful that it might draw even more of them to us. But we have 3 semi-automatic pistols between us and extra clips -- ~120 rounds in all -- and just down the hall passed two currently open doors is the armory with god knows what in it (as I have never needed access to it).

 

[CutiePie1997]

Carla -- Image coming

Location:
The Garden Market

The madness for me started in a similar manner as it did for my daughters. I was working in the back of the store when there was a ruckus out front. My biggest fear was that it was a robbery that was getting violent. After all, our neighborhood is a relatively safe community.

I came out of the back with a bat, ready to frighten off the thieves, only to find my clerk on the floor with her neck torn open and a customer on the floor having her neck bitten as I watched. I didn't realize it, but I was just standing there staring in shock. I only knew I was frozen in place when a female customer grasped me and started pulling me away.

Returning to reality, I led her and 2 others -- my other clerk and a regular customer -- to the walk- in beer cooler. We barricaded the doors and waited.

 

[DeadManTyping]

(OOC: Thanks for the invitation Cutie and King.)

Scott Green

• Chief of Engineering, Celebrity Summit cruise ship.
• Former Army Ranger.

Location: Engineering, Celebrity Summit

The first I knew that a Zombie Uprising was taking place was when the security alarm went off. From Engineering, I coordinated locking down the various parts of the ship per the Terrorist Action Response Protocol (TARP). All I could do was listen to the 1MC and 2MC comm' lines and wait to see what was going on.

Then the damnedest thing happened! One of my Machinist Mates suddenly charged by Assistant Chief and bit him in the neck! I couldn't fucking believe what I was seeing. I grabbed the nearest heavy blunt object and rapped him over the back, sending him to the deck. I bound him with zip ties and quickly went to my injured shipmate's aid.

And then, the damnedest thing happened while I was rendering first aid: She bit at me! Just about got a chunk of me, too. I held her back, realized that she wasn't acting entirely normal, and fearing she was suffering some sort of wild and crazy rabies, bound her as well. I left them laying there on the deck, writhing all about on their bellies with their arms and legs bound all four together with zip ties.

I lost communications with the bridge shortly after someone said the stupidest thing: Zombies were taking over the ship. Really? Zombies? But sure enough, another one of the engineering crew came running at me about an hour later, full bore, growling like a wild animal. I was ready this time and swung a large open end wrench at him. I crushed his skull, sending him over the railing and into the bilge.

What the fuck?

I guess the man in me came out after that because all I could think of was getting to Allison. I've been trying to forge a relationship with her for the several weeks that we have been serving together aboard the ship. But friendly as she's been, I don't think she feels for me the way I feel for her; I want to fuck her 'til she's so sated that she begs me to stop, and she, well, she hasn't wanted anything more than to have drinks with me while another half dozen of our shipmates were nearby as chaperones.

I headed for an aft vertical emergency escape shaft that rose into the Crew Stateroom Section. I carefully checked the passageway, found it clear -- except for 3 bodies, that is -- and made my way to Allison's shared stateroom. I knocked on the door and whispered, "Allison. It's Scott! Are you in there? Are you okay?"

 

[CutiePie1997]

Allison -- Waitress/Bartender, Hospitality Department.

Location: Aboard the Celebrity Summit Cruise Ship, in her employee stateroom.


I leaped at the sound of the knock at the door of my stateroom, then felt relief at the sound of a familiar voice, "Allison. It's Scott! Are you in there? Are you okay?"

Ironically, if I had had a choice of men to come to my rescue, it would not have been Scott Green. He'd been trying to get into my pants since the day we met. Oh, he was attractive enough and all, and while he wasn't your tall, dark, and handsome type, he was handsome enough and had a strong, muscular form. (I'd seen him shirtless in sports shorts at a football match once and marveled at how well put together he was.)

The problem was that I was looking for someone a little less blue collar and paycheck-to-paycheck. A lot of rich, handsome, single men came aboard the Celebrity Summit, and I had and still did plan on getting one of them to put a ring on my finger and a Jaguar around my body.

Nevertheless, I flung the door open and practically jerked Scott into the room. I told him what I knew, he told me what he knew, and we -- he, I, and 2 other workers -- tried to figure out what to do next.

Host: We knew that it would all depend upon what occurred out in the passageways in the hours to come.

 

[KingOfNowhere]

We are not writing this anymore.

 

[KingOfNowhere]

We are not writing this anymore.

 

[KingOfNowhere]

We are not writing this anymore.

 

[DeadManTyping]

Scott Green and Allison in Allison's stateroom aboard the Celebrity Summit:

Although I would love to have a sweaty, grunting orgy with Allison and these women, I know we can't stay here forever. I tell them, "We can get off the ship through the engine room."

I explain to them that there is a hatch in the hull just above the waterline used for transferring equipment and supplies when in port. "If we can just get to it, I can override the safety protocols and we can use one of the emergency boats to get to shore."

I listen for sound in the hallway again, hear none, and led the women out to the vertical shaft. I go down first, find the engine room quiet, and urge the women to follow. Once in the engine room, we quietly search for makeshift weapons: steel pry wars, large screw drivers, hammers, and whatnot. I can tell that not all of the women are comfortable with the idea of wielding a weapon. (Host, do we need a determination here?)

I override the hatch controls, open it, and look outside to the dock, just 25 feet away. If it looks safe, we will activate the self-inflating raft and head for the shore; if not, well, we'll see, I guess.

 

[CutiePie1997]

Carla

Location: -- The Garden Market

For an hour we listening to what I horrifically believe is people eating people. I would have thought it was just some drug crazed person going cannibal without knowing what they were doing. But we used our cell phones on mute to watch live broadcasts from across the island and across the globe of the same thing: Zombies!

Polly, my 20-something clerk, and Quincy, my 60 year old regular customer, both want to return to their homes to check on family. Neither has been able to raise family on their phones for one reason or the other.

I, however, want to stay right here. I convince them we need to do just that, that they are safer here. I slip out of the cooler with my cricket bat in hand and look around. The scene is ghastly: four people lay dead on the floor, a pair of regular customers, a man I believe was a tourist, and another young clerk.

Ironically, one of the customers I know was attacked is not here; there is a smallish pool of blood where she was attacked but no body. Could she now be a zombie?

We secure the building with the hurricane shutters and back door brace, and just like that we are about as safe as can be. We aren't sure what to do about the bodies, though. How long does it take for a human to turn into a zombie? Could one of these turn? We find some rope and tie them all up after moving them to a small backroom that can be blocked with the office desk.

We set about making weapons. I don't have much in the way of real weapons, such as firearms. I know how to use one just fine, though, and I know if it was necessary I could use one to shoot a zombie or even a regular person if my life was in danger.

My eldest daughter, Bonnie, is the only member of the family who regularly uses a weapon, in this case for her job as a cop. But she's only ever shot at a regular person once before, back during the rioting following the 2020 hurricane.

My youngest daughter, Allison, has been trained to use one. But I don't think she is capable of actually shooting someone. Zombie? Maybe. But aboard the ship as she is, where would she get a handgun?

Allison and I have been calling or texting each other repeatedly since this began, and I know she is relatively safe. Ironically, it's my peace officer daughter, Bonnie, who I can't reach. What has happened to her? I would have bet real money that of the girls, she would be the one who was the best prepared for this.

In the end, I and the people with me make some spears out of metal poles and wooden handles and, with the knives, cricket bat, and other blunt objects, we feel relatively safe. But we stay inside.

NPCs for this PC:

• Polly, 22 year old clerk: fit, able, energetic; might be good in flight or flight.
• Quincy, a 60 year old customer: not as quick or nimble as either I or Polly, but he is a Viet Nam war veteran who knows warfare, and I fell lucky to have him with me.

 

[CutiePie1997]

Bonnie

Location: Hamilton Police Station, in the detention cell.

I simply can't sit here any longer without knowing what's going on out there with my family and with my community. I explain to the others my plan, and while there is some concern, all agree to it. I use one of the simple detention cell pillows to wrap the end of my service weapon, leaving exposed only the casing ejection area, and put a bullet into the forehead of a zombie. I is dead in an instant; it now hangs there from the cell's bars, its hands still extended inward as if trying to get to us.

I move to the next, then the next, then the next until finally there is no movement beyond the bars. But, are they really dead? All of the movies and television shows seem to indicate that if you chop off a zombie's head or put a bullet through its brain, its dead. But this isn't fictional Hollywood; it's real life Bermuda.

In the end, I decide they are dead but that we also shouldn't take chances. We drag them all to one of the two cells and lock them inside. Once the detention center is secure, I move up the stairs while Ingrid and Howie follow at a distance with the others. I find another zombie eating on a uniformed but unidentifiable body; I put a bullet into its brain, dropping it, then collect the dead officer's weapon and spare clips.

I lead us carefully toward the armory, finding and pillaging from yet two more dead cops, both of these friends of mine. It's hard to see them like this, dead with their necks bloodied. One of them had her uniform ripped open and her guts pulled out. It is simply horrific.

We reach the armory after I pop yet one more zombie. All of the officers were armed and armored, so there isn't nearly as much in here as there was 3 hours ago. But there is plenty for us. The other two cops and I load up with automatic rifles, shotguns, and ammo; I ask the others about their experience with firearms and learn the following:

• James, a violent male offender: he swears that he has never used a firearm in the commission of a crime (only blunt objects and with non-lethal effect); he vows that he will follow my instructions so long as I vow that I will let him go when it's all over. I agree, reassuring him that if I see him flee or if he betrays me at all, I will put a bullet in his brain just as I had the zombies. He agrees and is equipped with a side arm and a shot gun.
• Kendall, a female drug addict: she has never used a firearm in her life but she's seen them on TV enough, so I give her a pair of revolvers. I also put her in one of the smallish riot gear outfits with arm and leg guards (we don't have any cops that small so it wasn't used) and I tell her that if she gets attacked to shoot until her gun is empty, then protect her body while we come to her rescue.
• Loran, a non-violent offender: I hand him a 9mm semi-automatic and he kicks out the clip, slams it in, checks the chamber, puts it in the holster, and asks with confidence, "Is this all I get?" I'm impressed; I give him another side arm, a shotgun, and a semi-automatic rifle, as well as ammo.
• We equip everyone with radios, set them to one of the tactical frequencies, and show them how to use the earpieces to reduce broadcasting too much sound.

"First things first," I tell them. "We clear and secure this station. Ingrid, I want you will stay with Kendall in the Situation Room."

From the SitRoom, Ingrid can tell us everything that's going on inside the station. There are more than 50 cameras covering nearly every room and hallway.

"You direct us," I tell Ingrid. I look to Howie, James, and Loran and tell them, "We're going to kill everyone one of these fucking zombie ass creatures, render first aid where needed, and then figure out what's going on in this town."

We use Ingrid's instructions to move about the building for over an hour. We kill another half dozen zombies. There isn't a single living person left in the building.

We spend another hour moving the dead to a room in the back which we can secure. No one has risen from the dead, so to speak, and I'm beginning to think that maybe that's not how this works. It isn't "The Walking Dead", apparently. But I saw "I Am Legend", so, I'm wondering could this have something to do with that flu epidemic that only just recently ended?

I find my cell phone right where I left it and finally get a hold of both my mother and my sister. I am so relieved to find them both alive and safe that I literally break down in tears. I feel someone take me into their arms for a comforting hug, and I am surprised to find it to be Loran. I don't hug him back -- my arms are pressed to my own chest -- but I don't push him away either.

Once we have the building secure, we get to business at hand: discovering what the fuck is happening in our town. We:

• Try to make contact with all of our loved ones and friends.
• Try to make contact with all of my fellow officers.
• Try to assess the situation in both our neighborhood and our nation.
• Try to formulate a plan to deal with this mayhem.

NPCs

• Howie:
  • Police Sergeant; loyal and subservient to Bonnie.
  • Shotgun, automatic assault rifle, sidearms, and ammo.
• Ingrid:
  • Rookie officer; loyal but less experienced.
  • Shotgun, sidearms, and ammo.
• James:
  • Violent offender who has vowed loyalty.
  • Shotgun, side arms, and ammo.
• Kendall (female):
  • Non-violent offender, drug addict; loyal.
  • Inexperienced with firearms.
  • 2 revolvers and ammo.
• Loran:
  • Non-violent offender; loyal; even comforting to Bonnie (so, possible love interest if they survive?)
  • Skilled with firearms.
  • Shotgun, side arms, semi-automatic assault rifle, and ammo.

 

[CutiePie1997]

(I am not posting for Allison until Host tells us what we see on shore from the hull of the cruise boat.)

 

[KingOfNowhere]

We are not writing this anymore.