TF2chan - zombies

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Hey guys. I added my Chris-Chan Boomer to the workshop.
http://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=144895676

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Upping for the sheer awesome.

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I don't really have any headcanons for anyone except that Nick is a giant Michael Jackson fan, on account if that suit of his looking like the smooth criminal outfit, which actually fits his character perfectly.

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Headcanon: If Nick hadn't ended up in the zombie apocalypse, at some point, <-- this would've been him.

I've always been of the school that Nick was a convicted felon, at least at some point. I don't mind that Valve didn't plug that in, but it still holds a dear place in my headcanon.

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Nick is (or rather was) a coke-freak.

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I've had some fun experiences with witches lately.

Hard Rain, got the gas cans, heading back up into the elevator. Hear this soft crying, slowly getting louder, and louder, and louder...

And goddamnit, she's right in front of the elevator door when it opens.

Lacking any other options, I leap out, and slash her with my katana.

Somehow she goes down in two shots.

Aaaand then the Tank around the corner killed us.

Today I had fun with the shotgun, though. Death Toll, start climbing up a ladder. Oh shit, witch is RIGHT there. Well, luckily, we have our trusty propane tank. So I climb back up there, throw it, shoot for it, and drop back down quick.

Okay, so then it's really quiet, and we think, well, I must have missed the propane.

Climb back up.

Witch is dead.

I crowned my first witch completely by accident.

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that's cute! Now can you draw the hunter violently tearing his claws into the cat.

shirtless?

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>>694
I second this

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I want more.

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BEST UPDATE YET!

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Some more for the readers. Enjoyyyy-ah.

Rochelle stops chewing on her breakfast when she sees me, and I limp over to my jacket. I force my bad arm through it with a wince, and try to ignore the awful smell stemming from the cloth.
“Want some breakfast?”

I slowly shake my head.
“Not hungry.”
I can tell by the way she stuffs a spoon of food into her mouth that she still has something say, and I sigh. Ellis slams his fist against the bathroom door impatiently. “C'mon c'mon! You've had more than enough time to take a leak! It's my turn!”

Coach grumbles something back, and the door unlocks a moment later, Ellis rushing in like his pants are on fire. Coach takes the can Rochelle holds out for him, and walks over to the couch, letting himself fall into the stuffy cushioning. I am almost about to think he's not going to talk to me, but after a particularly large bite he finally breaks the silence.
“Listen Nick. I appreciate you takin' the watch all night, but with that wound 'o yours and what happened last night-”

“I'll take watch whenever I damn well want to! I'm fucking FINE, it's nothing, we're going to find that FUCKING CEDA, and get the hell out of here! ” My vision flashes again briefly, and my own yelling makes me queasy from headache.

Rochelle jumps up from her seat angrily and slams her hands on the crate we used for a table. “You are so not alright! You almost killed me last night!” I almost crumple at the high-pitched yells she emits and I clamp my hands over my ears. Coach joins in the cacophony, and Ellis throws open the bathroom door with a loud bang to see what the commotion is about. Winning the argument is the least of my worries as both my own heartbeat and the onslaught of voices seem determined to blow my eardrums apart, and I squeeze my eyes shut tightly as the words merge into gnarled inhuman static.

“ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! I'm NOT okay! I'm not fine, I'm insane, I'm sick, I'm whatever the fuck you want me to be so PLEASE just SHUT UP!”
As soon as I stop yelling, everything is silent save for the rushing of my blood in my ears, and I drop my hands in my lap.

All three of my teammates are staring at me like I'm crazy, and to be honest, I probably am.
“Can I... I need some water.” I rush past Ellis in the doorway of the bathroom, and hurriedly slam it closed behind me. I lean onto the sink again, and stare into the mirror. I can't feel my shoulder, and my arm is slowly joining in. I grasp my shoulder roughly and try to coax pain out from beneath the bandages, but nothing comes.

“Our deal still stands you hear. I'm living through this. I'm living fucking through this do you hear me!” My reflection stares back at me sternly, but his shoulders tremble and he wavers on his feet.
“Fuck.”

A few moments later I find the others already gearing up to head out. Ellis almost hesitantly hands me my magnum, and for once doesn't try to string up a conversation. Coach tosses one of the remaining med kits at me, and I grab an AK-47 from our makeshift table. It's unusually quiet in the saferoom, and I can feel my teammate's gazes burning on my back.

Coach pulls the bar from the red saferoom door and after giving each of us a small look, he pushes it open. There are few infected outside, but by now I've give up hope of a peaceful passing.

Our little troupe immediately starts moving, and my weapon hangs like a leaden barrel from my hands after only the first few steps. I lag behind the others, the sunlight stinging my eyes and every gunshot louder than an explosion. The ground seems to flicker beneath my feet, like it's continually spinning, and my ears hear things I am not supposed to hear in a zombie apocalypse.

I rest my arm against a wall and lean my head into the dark crook of my elbow so I don't have to see the world spin. I almost feel like I'm falling asleep until Coach' voice cuts through the air.“Nicolas! We're ready to throw the switch, get over here!”
Reluctantly I pull away from the wall, flinching when the sunlight blinds me. “I...I'm comin' alright...” I squint against the painfully bright light, and I stumble against something. A moment later I find out what it was. A car.
One with a very functional car alarm.

The sound seems to cut me in half, and I drop my weapon to the ground in favor of clamping them over my ears. I stumble away from the car in a daze, desperate to get away from the noise, when a chorus of howls shouts over the alarm.

I don't have time to reach for my gun, and so I run to where they were standing before I stumbled into the car like a complete idiot. Gunshots join in the explosion of noise, and the infected's gurgles ring out from behind me. I have to make it, I'm not giving up yet! I fumble my magnum out of its holster and aim it behind me in hopes of keeping the horde at bay.

Bullets from Ellis and Coach fly past me as they cover for me, but they prove to be insufficient. I'm far slower than the infected, and I fall when they catch up to me my head smashing against the concrete.

I'm so sure it's going to be over. My world makes a spin far wilder than ever before, and the colour schemes of the world seem to go through chaotic rearrangements.
I can't tell if I'm still holding my magnum at all, or if I'm being attacked or not. There's just a swirl of everything, endlessly flipping over and spinning around.

I can't feel my body, I don't know what I'm doing, and I hear nothing but the painful blaring of the car and a terrible explosion before I black out.

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This awesome please make more i wanna know how it ends.

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Woooowww sorry, I got really busy stitching Christmas ornaments.

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It fell to Engie to make breakfast again. Why, he didn’t know, but the day didn’t feel right unless he started it by cooking up some of the oatmeal they had.

It tasted blander than hell, but food was food.
Demoman and Sniper arrived to the scene, looking somber.

Engie knew why. He’d seen the boy earlier. It was not a pleasant sight. “Like some oatmeal, fellas?” Sniper politely refused it, but he held the bowl out for Demo all the same.

Demoman nodded and tipped his bowl forward. "Ay. So what's the plan for today, then?" he asked, watching the faces of the other men. "How long should we stay here?"

“Reckon I ain’t too sure.” Engie admitted. “With…our…circumstances bein’ what they are…” he treaded lightly, “Ah think it’d be best to sit tight for a few more days.”

"I disagree," Spy huffed, walking in on the scene. "We can't afford to be held up any longer."

“We’ll y’all ain’t the one drivin’, now are ya?” The Texan frowned, holding out a bowl for Spy.

"True, but I thought you were trying to reach you family. Wait too long and they might not be there when you arrive."

Demoman growled. "Now that just ain't fair!" he protested. Using the man's family against him like that...

“Don’t remind me.” Engie grumbled. “But it ain’t safe to travel…like…some of us are. Need to think ‘bout what we’re gonna do to…to make it safe.”

"Sometimes the best answer is the easiest one," Spy responded in a low, solemn murmur.

Engie frowned. “Just eat your dang oatmeal.”

"With pleasure." Spy began eating quietly, staring down into his bowl.

In the background, Nico peeked through the door, saw what they were eating, and went to the basement to get something.
He came back up with a smile, and a jar. “ ‘ere.” He plopped it in the middle, before taking his own bowl and sitting beside the Spy. “Found some preserves in zhe basement. Might make zhis a little more…palatable.”

"Fook yeah!" Demoman cried, momentarily distracted by the thought of better food.

Nico smiled, and shook the jar, letting a glob of the indistinguishable fruit plop onto the Demoman’s bowl. He did the same with Engie’s, and with his, and held it over Spy’s as well.

Spy raised an eyebrow and pulled his bowl away. "I'd rather not die of Botulism, thank you."

Nico rolled his eyes. “Zhe jar only dates back to last winter.” He turned it so Spy could see the label on the side. “You really zhink I’d feed everyone somezhing I didn’t know was safe?”

"I don't trust these farmers to truly go through the safety measures needed."

"Just fookin' eat it," Demoman sighed. "It's good stuff!"

"Fine. But when we're all dying from food poisoning later on, don't say I didn't warn you." He held out his bowl, looking bored.

Nico tipped the jar, and let a glob of fruit pour out into the bowl. “Duly noted.” He remarked, before he capped the jar, and sat back to eat his own oatmeal.

Heavy and the Pyro came forward, then, with Heavy supporting her generously the entire way.

Demoman looked up at them, eyes masked a little.

Emily laughed. “Dmitri! ‘mitri, I can walk for Pete’s sake! My ankle barely even got scratched, come on!”

"I just want to be making sure."

“I’m fine.” She laughed. “But you might have to help me sit down.” She squatted, trying to get to the floor without falling violently on her ass.

Heavy was there to support her all the way down, then went and fetched her a blanket to be snuggled up in as she ate her breakfast.

“You’re too sweet. Really.” She smiled, patting his arm as she took her oatmeal. “OOH! JAM!” She was excited by the glob of sugary fruit that Nico proffered, and took it gladly.

Demoman nudged her quietly, looking like he wanted to talk.

“What?” She asked, with her mouth full of oatmeal.

"What's with you and the big guy, eh, lass?" he whispered, looking suspicious.

Pyro swallowed, and frowned. “What do you mean?”

"You two are nigh inseparable now. What's going on?"

She shrugged, and took another bite. “He’s being nice to me and I like it. You got a problem with that?”

“Are you sleepin' with another man already, lass?" Demoman asked bluntly. "I know what we had wasn't that serious, but I hadn't planned on letting yeh go yet." He frowned irritably.

Another bite, and she looked away from him, snootily. “Well you shoulda thought about that before you told me you didn’t want this.” She patted her stomach.
"He does, and that's all that matters to me right now."

Demoman grunted a bit."C'mon, lass - I helped you practically across the bloody country... Yeh know I still care about you, right...?"

“Well you have a pretty crappy way of showing it sometimes.” She frowned, and scraped up some more of the bland oatmeal.

"How? What did I do to you, eh, lass?"

"I am hoping there is no problems here, yes?" Heavy asked, frowning as he stepped into the scene with his arms crossed.

Pyro looked up at him, and back to Demo. “ ‘s not what you did, ‘s what you didn’t do, and that’s take responsibility for this.” She patted her stomach, and held her hand out for Heavy to help her up.

Demoman glared into the fire, knowing he'd be spending a lot more lonely nights from now on.

Heavy led her away. He stroked her face, looking deeply into her eyes. "I do not know what Demoman says to you, but did not like how you were looking. You are okay now?"

“Yeah. ‘m fine.” She pouted, and hugged him, still saddened by the conversation. “You really wanna be my baby’s daddy?”

"Absolutely. Demoman says he will be or that I will not?"

“No. Just wanted to be sure.” She smiled, and leaned up to peck him on the lips, sweetly.

Heavy held her close, his large hands as gentle as down feathers.

"You are beautiful woman, and deserve to have strong man to protect you and baby and help you with child.”

She smiled at him. “You’re so sweet. Really you are.” She kissed him again, and took his larger hand in her own. “Come on. We should make this official.” She said, leading him off towards another room, away from the others.

"Official?" The man looked confused. "We go to get married?"

“Not quite.” She smiled at him coyly, and gave him a little wink.

"Oh..." The man blushed and smiled dumbly.

Pyro grinned, and shut the door behind them.

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Hey guys, I am leaving this here. Since I am usually a perfectionist, I've decided to go "screw it all" and just throw this in here. UNBETA'D UNCHECKED AND PURE....
Critique welcomed.

It takes hour before I fall asleep, and even then my sleep is unruly, waking and sleeping what seems every few minutes. I feel more awake then asleep, but after the first time of waking it's completely dark around me, and Coach snores lightly through the night. My head is fuzzy, my body hot and cold at the same time. It has to be a cold, and there's only one cold roaming about nowadays...

I'm just about to get up and take my turn at the watch early, when I feel someone gently shaking my good shoulder. Probably Rochelle to wake me for my watch, or Ellis depending on how long I've been dying over here. I push myself up, and force my eyes open.
I'm met with slit eyes burning yellow and orange in the red room, and bloodied teeth gleaming in the light right above me. A bony hand with long claws is curled around my good shoulder, and an inhuman snarl echoes through the room, as if coming from everywhere.

I kick wildly at the horrifying creature and roll over on my stomach, my hands search over the pulsating floors trying to find a weapon, tangling my legs in the coiling sheets. The whole room spins in front of my eyes, and in the dark I can see the glowing silhouettes of more monsters, their glowing eyes barely visible in the dark. My fingers find the cool surface of my magnum, and I curl my hand around the grip, rolling on my side and aiming at the monstrosity crouching on the floor.

Rochelle stares back at me with wide eyes, the barrel of my magnum pointing right between her eyes. If it hadn't been for my shock at seeing her instead of the monster, I might have killed her. I drop the magnum in my lap and hunch over. Rochelle comes out of her daze, and forcefully shoves me away, smacking my head against the wall. “Do NOT do that again! Scared the LIFE outta me!” Her voice is a deadly hiss, but her eyes are widen open and she trembles as she retreats to her sleeping bag. As soon as my head stops spinning from the impact with the wall, I take a quick look around the room, finding everything just as stuffy as it had been before I fell asleep.

I sit still on my sleeping bag, and stare into the room, the panic sweat on my skin now a layer of frost so cool. At some moment, the darkness from the room is replaced by the darkness of my eyelids, but sleep refuses to come. I can't find the energy to keep my head up, and I lean it against the wall behind me, forcing long and ragged breaths through my mouth. It feels as if not breathing would be easier.

The gun slips from my fingers and lands in my lap, and I start.

My vision flashes an ugly orange pink colour, and my stomach flips violently. I pull myself up by the couch, and stumble into the tiny bathroom, promptly emptying my stomach on the floor. I groan, and lean against the wall. I have half a mind to rinse my mouth with water, but it's gone just as quickly, the drumming headache forcing me to stay leaning against the wall pathetically.

It feels like ages before I can move again, and I almost slip on my own puddle of vomit when I turn around. I just barely catch myself on the sink, and send a curse towards the puke by my feet.

It looks black, unhealthy, slimy and frighteningly familiar. My hand shakily rises towards my wounded shoulder, finding it burning hot and wet in all the wrong ways. The wound itself I can barely feel anymore, and when I pull my hand back it feels sticky. Coach's shotgun flashes briefly in my mind, together with images of the countless times I had blown an infected's brains out.

I slide down to the ground to hold my aching head in my hands. Infected. I repeat the word in my head, and try to keep my breathing steady as I do so. I'm infected, and far along too.

Something heavy pounds against the bathroom door, and I almost twist my neck when I jump up from the ground. “Nick, come on out now. We need to get goin', and we all need to use the bathroom before we go. Ain't got a lot of time workin' for us now so hurry it up... Ellis really needs to go.”

“Yea yea... I'm.. I'm almost done...Don't get yer panties in a bunch.” I can't tell if I actually say it or not, my heart beating too loudly to hear my whisper, and I pull the shower curtain loose to cover up the blackish bile on the tiled floor. I can't die. I won't let some stupid virus bacteria thing kill me after all the shit I've been through!

I turn to the sink and splash the water into my face, forcing myself awake. Sick or not, infected or not, as long as I can think I'll be shooting a gun at whatever stands in my way. I look up to the unfitting mirror on the wall and clasp a hand around the wet bandages on my shoulder before opening the bathroom door to let a very tired looking Coach in.

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Great!!! i cant wait til you update ^.^