NOG Zombies

The earth has suffered from a nuclear fallout and global outbreak of the Z-Virus. The Z-virus causes the the person infected to become a zombie after the body suffers from severe fevers, head aches, and many other symptoms.

There are survivors and resources around this new world, but all electronics in an area are down until "Grid Sections" are repaired and made functional.

You may write your tale and interact with other NOG survivors for trading, grouping up, raiding, conversations, crafting, and driving.


We start off in North America, there are areas in the world that is protected, or remote areas that are not affected by the fallout that you can travel too but need resources to get there (I will post up the items needed, to get there later, if this game picks up.) These are where other squads are and have Global Comms there.

As this outbreak of zombies continue, more and more NOG members are being infected. Commander Dan G. of the NOG Army has formed Squad teams all over the world, to fight back against this ever growing threat. Teaming up with scientist and inventors, the ever needed Z-VIRUS Cure is despirately needed and Co-op agents have been going undercover, through the depths of the Earth to find herbs and spices, called Z-Particles, which when put together will help make a cure for the Zombified after extensive research.


So get your survivors posted up here.

Lituenant Shots reporting for duty SIR!

Got room for a redneck?

Have room for the mighty colt?

Sir yes sir, you have been selected to fight off he zombies!

Sorry Warking, only room enough for 1 redneck, and that's... not me. But I will join, just not as the redneck.

At the NOG headquarters in Orlando, Florida, a guarded fortress looms over a grid of camps. The perimeter went on for two miles. A global communications tower lit up with red lights, continuing to send signals to the rest of the world.

Commander Dan stood in the operations room where floating screens showed a view of areas in the world that still had power. He talked to people left and right about sending orders, status updates, research, and newly arrived soldiers and survivors.

Aheadau walked around the armory taking inventory while Warking and Shots followed.

"Alright, so we have about 500 SMG's in this sector of the armory. Check" Aheadau confirmed.

"The amount of assorted ammunition for the SMG's is 22,000 for this sector," Shots also confirmed.

"So I guess we are done with inventory for today." Warking said.

Suddenly, they heard something fall making a loud clanging sound.

Within that instant the three of them pulled out their sidearms and aimed at location of the sound.

"HOLD your fire guys, jeez" Kovu yelled as he walked towards.

"I just tripped over a bandolier of frag grenades, no bid deal"

Shots, Aheadau, and Warking put the safety back on and put their sidearms away.

"I'll put those frags away before something worse happens" Warking said as walked towards the bandolier.

As Shots, Aheadau, Swift, and I are sitting in the operations room, e hear an alarm go off.

"Just got a report of activity in the entrance. Let's hope it's not a break-in." Dan said, flipping a switch. The alarm stopped.

The door is thrown open, and a drunken Colts stumbles in, a bottle of Jack Daniels in each hand, and a trail of bourbon leading down the hall.
Colts then falls with a thud.

Shots and I get up, helping our drunken comrade.

"Here, this might help" says Swift, as he pulls out a gurney.

I fall thru the airduct in my Assassin hoodie (And for the record, I'm not only the last non-infected Assassin, but I'm also the first, and only, Christian Assassin. Don't freak, I don't go Saul on the Templar targets, I left those for Dez before THIS happened...), and you guys first see me with my clothes drenched in blood. And, for some strange reason, a special side affect in Colt's JD is that he can smell blood and know whose it is.
"Muszzta been a tonnuv zom- *hic* zombeez in your wayyy, huhh?" Colts slurred out.
"I wasn't afraid to leave this Earth the same way I came into it when I was dealing with them. Got any ammo for me?" I replied.

I threw a Type-25 assault rifle towards Fiar, and a couple of mags for him.

"That's all you get for 2 weeks." I said.

"What? Come on man" Fiar complained.

"Master assassins don't need a lot of firepower." I replied.

Fiar let out a big sigh and strapped the assault rifle to his back.

"You should take shower while you are here, and wash those close once in awhile man." Aheadau told Fiar.

"Ya ya ya," Fiar said as walked away.

I throw my clothes in the washer, and put in enough Oxi Clean to clean it, start the washer, then clean, sharpen, and polish my Hidden Bades, and then shower.
Once the washer's done, I toss them in the dryer, get my backup clothes on, then chill in the lobby.