Blighted Fronts ((A WW2 alternate history scenario))

[Wilco Whiteheart]

(Three different armies lol)


(I'll start, if Martin doesn't want to)

[SadDubwool]

It had been a month and the Undead armies advanced deep into the heart of the Soviet Union, Vadim was stationed near the Volga as a mass of corpses made it's way over the hill. Panicked Red Army soldies were trapped with their backs to the river as men flooded into escape boats. Vadim was lucky enough to escape on said boat and witnessed almost all of his regiment be slaughtered by the horde, soon Vadim was thrust towards Manchuria, whic was one of the last Soviet Controlled stronghold in Asia and Eastern europe

[Wilco Whiteheart]

*Wilco moved into Manchuria, alone, as his squad had been slaughtered by the undead armies. He sees Vadim and starts running to him, looking left and right in case any undead appear*

[Emtile]

*Emtile was moved into the puppent state of Manchukuo occupied by Japan as part of Manchuria. Which had been lost  since the outbreak had started. He lost all his men, as well as his rifle in the process of escaping into Manchuria. He saw a Russian and an approaching American in the distance*

[SadDubwool]

Vadim was walking through the streets, which were undwr heavy watch by allied forces and axis trrop remnantd which made a hasty alliance to protect the small Manchruian two the three were currently in. The air was masked by the distant screams of a medical encampment while the pungent scent of dried blood seemed to tinge the air. Vadim sooned regained his bearings and sensed two people approaching. A Imperial Japanese soldier and a (what he assumed atleast) American Marine. In a swift move he drew his pistol as a way of telling these potential enemies that he was willing and ready to defend himself

[Wilco Whiteheart]

*Wilco raises his hands in surrender and falls over, clutching a wound on his chest, groaning in pain*

[SadDubwool]

Vadim yelled loudly "Don't move or I'll shoot!"

[Wilco Whiteheart]

"How can I **censor** move if I'm wounded!?" *Wilco yelled out as he struggled to try and get to his feet, before falling back down and screaming in pain*

[Rayleonarde]

Name: Valentina Rasputya Berkov


Nationality: Russian


Military or Civilian: Conscript


Age: 20


Height: 5' 5''


Weaponry: Mosin Nagant Model 1891 w/ rifle scope, Model 1895 Nagant Revolver, entrenching shovel.


Clothing: Tan fatigues of the red army, simple rifleman's cap, carries a canvas cloak in her sidor backpack. Though usually barefoot, she currently has half-destroyed boots on.


((How's it?))

[Emtile]

*Emtile finds that the American is in pain and raises his pistol finger tightening around the trigger, but then he sees a zombie approaching him. Making a split decision, he shot the zombie in the head and ran over to help the soldier*

"Are you alright, G.I?"


*sees the Russian and raises his pistol*

[Wilco Whiteheart]

*shakes head and whimpers in pain*

[Emtile]

*nods while looking at the ruissan*

"Stand down, Spetsnaz."

[SadDubwool]

Vadim lowered his gun and sighed

Post Merge: February 28, 2018, 11:50:16 PM

Name: Valentina Rasputya Berkov


Nationality: Russian


Military or Civilian: Conscript


Age: 20


Height: 5' 5''


Weaponry: Mosin Nagant Model 1891 w/ rifle scope, Model 1895 Nagant Revolver, entrenching shovel.


Clothing: Tan fatigues of the red army, simple rifleman's cap, carries a canvas cloak in her sidor backpack. Though usually barefoot, she currently has half-destroyed boots on.


((How's it?))

Post Merge: February 28, 2018, 11:51:13 PM((You are in, Ray))

[Emtile]

*Emtile puts his gun in his holster*

"Come on, let's help the American up." *takes the soldier up by the arm*

[Rayleonarde]

Valentina sat at her post near the communications building, keeping an eye out for either survivors or the hordes. Her ears twitched as Vadim’s voice reached her. She stood and turned, head tilted in confusion. “Vadim?! Everything okay?”