Author Topic: Zombie Survival  (Read 64687 times)

*Is living in north eastern Russia in a cabin

Profile - Nikolai (Pwnon)
Weapons - PPsh-41, Torkeav TT (Obtained from old WWII cabinet)
Clothes - Gas mask, War vest, war pants, and a Russian jacket and hat (All from WWII cabinet)
Inventory - Dried meat, 4 bags of chips and a cabinet full of Non perishables. 20 extra drums for PPsh and 15 clips for the Torkeav TT. Wood and nails to barricade my house.
No master chief style for you >:(

No master chief style for you >:(

If any one has gone master cheif style, it is you.

Clothing: T-shirt, Shorts, sneakers
Inventory: Radio
Food: Canned beans
Weapons: None

No response. It is a dead world out there. I am thinking of staying here, but all of a sudden, I hear static on the radio. I can barely make out a voice, I tune it more, and listen. "All floridians.... Infection... martial law... this may be, the end of human kind as we know it. We are evacuating... colony." This is all I heard. I assumed it was something about that survivors colony. But really, there is only a limited time before they get overrun. i fell to my knees, and cried. I cried for my family, my friends, everyone who is suffering in this awful time. I heard something come up behind me and touch my shoulder. i wheeled around and elbowed it in the gut. Hard. I saw who it was. It was a police officer. I had totally forgotten about me being wanted by the police! I bet they would just give up soon, with Florida being doomed and all. As he was unconcious, I took his gun. Then I saw it. the police car. i ran over to it, got inside, and drove off. I then counted my supplies, i had 18 bullets for the Barretta i had taken.
About an hour and a half later, I saw it. The 20 foot Perimeter wall of Florida. There were armed guards looking across the border, and that was when  igot really scared. out there was ocmplete anarchy. No laws, nothing preventing some 20 year old from shooting me in my skull. Then I remembered how I had just ost everything, and decided to move onward, I drove up to the gates. I asked if I could get out, the guard said no. I backed up about 1500 feet, and floored it. Through the cast iron gates I went, bullets ripping through the back of the car and seats, until I drove out of range.
I now am in Georgia. I have no idea what to do. The only thing I can do is hope for the best. I pulled over for the night and slept with my Barretta.
« Last Edit: August 24, 2010, 05:03:30 PM by Jorici »

Clothing: T-shirt, Shorts, sneakers
Inventory: Radio
Food: Canned beans
Weapons: Barretta (18 rounds)

The next day, June 12.

I woke up this morning and drove. i ran out of gasoline about 3 miles outside of Savannah, GA. That was when i saw a zombie. It looked up and ran toward me. I raised my pistol and put a bullet into it's chest. I didn't stop firing. I was so scared I didn't even take my finger off of the trigger. I put 16 bullets in his chest before realizing how much ammo I wasted. i must have alerted the zombies, because about 6 of them came running down the street. I raised my pistol again and emptied the rest of my clip into one of them, and it dropped to the ground. I jumped in the car as the zombies got closer, one shoved his hand inside the door, but I slammed it shut and wrecked it's wrist. "This is it." I thought as the zombies smashed open the windsheild. Just then, I heard a CRACK and one of the zombies fell. I heard two more and another fell. The other three jumped off the car and ran away. The survivor who saved me ran over to the car. "Did he get ya?" He asked, in a very strong southern accent. "No, but I am heading over to the survivor's colony in D.C." I said. He thought for a moment, and waved his hand to come with him. I hopped in his F150, and drove off. I looked around and saw many spare gas tanks, magazines littered the floor, and a shotgun sat upright in the middle seat. "The name's Paul. You?" He asked. "Joey, thanks for saving me." I replied.
He laughed and said "all in a day's work".  I looked at the speedometer, it said 120.
« Last Edit: August 26, 2010, 07:24:38 AM by Jorici »

topic has been hijacked by fools and newbs, people need to learn you cant carry this stuff, no electricity, and READ EVERY loving PAGE OF THIS BEFORE YOU CONCIVE A stuffTY POST

What the hell are you talking about?

I've been here for several pages now, so shut the forget up.  I went through 29 pages of damn comments, reading every single one, so shut your mouth and read all the pages, because you clearly didn't, starfish.  And where the hell did I say I was using electricity?  The only electric power in my last post is the car battery, and that shouldn't be affected because this isn't 2012 or some stuff.

(I can't tell if you're complimenting me, or insulting me, maybe you should type like a normal person, you austistic forget.  We all know you're nine so go stuff on yourself.)

Kobe attempts to shoot the figure, but it runs out the door and disappears into the darkness.
The doors he kicked open strangely got covered, and he is left alone in the room.

Name: megaman!

Weapons: Magnum,Hunting Shotgun,Sniper Rifle And C4 Explosives

Chothes: Camo T-Shirt,Camo Pants And Sneakers

Inventory: Zom-Bie Gone,Ammo, Back Up C4 Explosives,Radio And 2 Dollars And 52 Pennies And 3 Quarters

Food: Peanut Butter Sandwitches.

Name: megaman!

Weapons: Magnum,Hunting Shotgun,Sniper Rifle And C4 Explosives

Chothes: Camo T-Shirt,Camo Pants And Sneakers

Inventory: Zom-Bie Gone,Ammo, Back Up C4 Explosives,Radio And 2 Dollars And 52 Pennies And 3 Quarters

Food: Peanut Butter Sandwitches.

Just because you capitalize every word you type doesn't mean it's proper grammar.

What the hell are you talking about?

I've been here for several pages now, so shut the forget up.  I went through 29 pages of damn comments, reading every single one, so shut your mouth and read all the pages, because you clearly didn't, starfish.  And where the hell did I say I was using electricity?  The only electric power in my last post is the car battery, and that shouldn't be affected because this isn't 2012 or some stuff.

(I can't tell if you're complimenting me, or insulting me, maybe you should type like a normal person, you austistic forget.  We all know you're nine so go stuff on yourself.)
You cant use your damn phone.
THINK
Theres no electrical power.
THINK.
You can't carry or find a ppsh and 20 loving ppsh in some random loving Russian drawer.
THIIIIIIIIIIINK.

What the hell are you talking about?

I've been here for several pages now, so shut the forget up.  I went through 29 pages of damn comments, reading every single one, so shut your mouth and read all the pages, because you clearly didn't, starfish.  And where the hell did I say I was using electricity?  The only electric power in my last post is the car battery, and that shouldn't be affected because this isn't 2012 or some stuff.

(I can't tell if you're complimenting me, or insulting me, maybe you should type like a normal person, you austistic forget.  We all know you're nine so go stuff on yourself.)
If anyone is and autistic 8 year old it's YOU
think about reality before you loving post here
you think your some sort of badass dont you?




YOUR NOT?
SHOCKER!
your an 8 year old who would be more useful as a strand of cunt
you are a piece of stuff with 184 posts


right now your probably fuming arent you?
You sir, need to get out

You can't carry or find a ppsh

Where the hell did I say I had a PPSH?

Maybe you should read.  I actually read books, you should try it some time.

Also, I said you were 9 not 8, and stop making stuff up.  And how can one person care for a thousand plus people?  Your not loving super man.  Now get off this post.

Clothing: T-shirt, Shorts, sneakers
Inventory: Radio
Food: Canned beans
Weapons: -

Today we reached South Carolina. Paul got out and emptied a gas container into the truck. We drove for another 6 hours and crossed into North Carolina before he stopped again, and got out to fill it up again. He said to keep watch and handed me a Glock 17 with two spare clips. I sat in the truck, and observed the gun. It had a PW scratched in the handguard. I looked up, and saw zombies limping towards us. I stood up and shot 4 rounds into one of them, two into the other. Paul came running into the car, and slammed the door shut. I looked back and saw about 12 zombies running towards us. One jumped in the trunk just as he floored it. the zombie smashed through the back window and I raised the glock and shot him in the jaw. His body went limp and then he flew backwards, opened the tailgate from his body, and the supplies fell out and smashed onto the ground.The only things that didnt fall out were the things strapped in like the gas cans. We flew across the border of Virginia going almost 130.

ahhh just like the “army guy story” topic
time for 37 pgs of awesome
There is a topic bout me?
Heh.

I am in my safehouse, rigging an system that will allow me to get eletricity from the near-by power plant. Half-way through, I take a break and have some mocha from some mocha mix I stole from skelolego229 found and shoot a few zombies from the upstairs window. I'm considering using this as my new home untill a cure is found or all the zombies are wiped out; sience my old house was torn apart by zombies. I then finish my mocha and continue working on my eletricity system untill I am done, double-check it's stableness(?) and work out all the bugs, then I test it and suddenly my safehouse has eletricity. :D

Eletricity
-2 Mocha Mix

I am in my safehouse, rigging an system that will allow me to get eletricity from the near-by power plant. Half-way through, I take a break and have some mocha from some mocha mix I stole from skelolego229 found and shoot a few zombies from the upstairs window. I'm considering using this as my new home untill a cure is found or all the zombies are wiped out; sience my old house was torn apart by zombies. I then finish my mocha and continue working on my eletricity system untill I am done, double-check it's stableness(?) and work out all the bugs, then I test it and suddenly my safehouse has eletricity. :D

Eletricity
-2 Mocha Mix

*glares at altered and slaps scapel in hand like the engineer with his wrench*

If any one has gone master cheif style, it is you.

Clothing: T-shirt, Shorts, sneakers
Inventory: Radio
Food: Canned beans
Weapons: None

No response. It is a dead world out there. I am thinking of staying here, but all of a sudden, I hear static on the radio. I can barely make out a voice, I tune it more, and listen. "All floridians.... Infection... martial law... this may be, the end of human kind as we know it. We are evacuating... colony." This is all I heard. I assumed it was something about that survivors colony. But really, there is only a limited time before they get overrun. i fell to my knees, and cried. I cried for my family, my friends, everyone who is suffering in this awful time. I heard something come up behind me and touch my shoulder. i wheeled around and elbowed it in the gut. Hard. I saw who it was. It was a police officer. I had totally forgotten about me being wanted by the police! I bet they would just give up soon, with Florida being doomed and all. As he was unconcious, I took his gun. Then I saw it. the police car. i ran over to it, got inside, and drove off. I then counted my supplies, i had 18 bullets for the Barretta i had taken.
About an hour and a half later, I saw it. The 20 foot Perimeter wall of Florida. There were armed guards looking across the border, and that was when  igot really scared. out there was ocmplete anarchy. No laws, nothing preventing some 20 year old from shooting me in my skull. Then I remembered how I had just ost everything, and decided to move onward, I drove up to the gates. I asked if I could get out, the guard said no. I backed up about 1500 feet, and floored it. Through the cast iron gates I went, bullets ripping through the back of the car and seats, until I drove out of range.
I now am in Georgia. I have no idea what to do. The only thing I can do is hope for the best. I pulled over for the night and slept with my Barretta.
Key word HAS,anyways I didnt read the rules bfore thats why.