Author Topic: Zombie Survival  (Read 65340 times)

OOC: Are you In california?

OOC: Aww dang. Editing.
« Last Edit: August 21, 2010, 08:19:53 PM by ruiner369 »

Ahh, just woke up again. It seems my friend has left, again. He says he won't be back. He left me 10 clips for an smg. And wow, an smg for me!

So I went out of the apartment, and a band of zombies greeted me goodmorning. I said goodmorning to them too, with my pistols. My inventory after this fight:

Flashlight, Pork and beans cans(2), gauze and tape, 1/2 huge jugs of water, two pistols, 5 clips for each pistol(each clip contains 8 bullets so 5x8= 40 bullets for each left), a compass, smg, 10 smg clips( each clip = 15 bullets so 15x10 = 150 bullets :D).

OOC: I'm in cali too :D


OOC: I wanna pley c:

Profile - Nick Peace
Weaponry - M1 Garand, Crowbar
Clothing - Dark green MtnDew hoodie, long denim cargos, black beanie.
Inventory - Backpack, 16 packs of dehydrated food, crowbar, nails, 5 boxes holding 50 bullets each, and a PDA + solar battery charger.

OOC: I hope your still accepting people. Put me wherever the hell you want, I guess.


I found a unconcious survivor near a parking lot today, still in a medically induced coma for his/her own sake, I am waiting for the patient to regain conciousness, oh the story they will tell

OOC: This topic can't live long like this, we need to make a dedi or sorts :D.

IC: Right now, I found some survivors struggling for their lives. I snipe about three zombies that were dangerously close to them with my pistol. They said thanks for the help, but they can't really take me. They said they already lost a friend, and losing another would just lag them down again. I say "Okay, fine by me, but if we ever meet again, I'd like to fight zombies with you." I showed them a gun store, where they equipped themselves as well as me.

Baggy packy: Packs of dried bananas(5),2 huge jugs of water, two pistols, 10 clips for each pistol, a compass, smg, 10 smg clips

Location: New York

Profile: Adam Perez (Kiddeh)
Weaponry: Kitchen knife, .357 Magnum (24/32 shots), hunting rifle(4/4 clips)
Clothing: Jeans, hoodie, bandana (used as face mask), baseball cap
Inventory: lighter, air freshener, phone charger, car phone charger, plastic bag, bottled water (16/16), canned tuna(6/6), canned chicken (8/8), canned beans (12/12)

This is the greatest day of my life.

As I was searching for building materials through abandoned cars, I stumbled upon a big black Chevy SUV.  I was searching through the car, when I saw this note on the rear seats saying "You owe me one."  I looked through deeper, when I noticed a handle under the back seat cushions.  I pulled it up and there were tons of awesome supplies in there.  Water, food, guns.  There was even a gas tank AND a propane tank.  It was a survivor's heaven.  I was at my camp fire eating the last remains of my dog, when I hear a big "AGH!" then a click and a boom followed by a flying lunatic.  He was knocked unconcious on contact with the asphalt.  After a few seconds a zombie came up over my barrier, which I then shot with my new Magnum.  The noise attracted several other zombies, so I was up all night playing defense.

It's morning now, and I'm waiting for this guy to wake to up.  I put him down in the rear seats and I'm waiting for him to wake up with my Magnum pointed at his forehead.

Still waiting.

Supplies found in the Chevy:
-canned tuna
-canned chicken
-canned beans
-propane tank
-gasoline tank
-jug of vodka
-.357 Magnum
-hunting rifle
-old pump shotgun
-cleaver
-first aid kit


Profile - Shafin
Weaponry - Combat Shotgun, GP35, 32.mm Pistol, M40 Sniper Rifle, and rusty combat knife.
Clothing - Black t-shirt with a black hoodie :). Grey pants with a rip from the scar and a brown belt with my items, two pistols strapped to the back.
Inventory - Survival Kit, Access pass. Ammo packs, Pack of Car Keys for Parking Lot.
Damages - Painful left hand but healing. Guaze covering scar, but have to limp for abit. Hot right elbow due to sliding, healling with guaze cooling, in need of ice. Scar in left neck.

I wake up with a magnum pointing at my forehead. I stare at whoever it was and told him "Oi, take that gun off or I'll kill you with my shotgun"I held it out and pointed at the stranger.

There's a light in the distance, I start running towards it, it's a subway station. Another light comes into vision and is heading towards me, some horns blare out. Jumping onto the platform, I watch as the train grinds to a hault. The doors open, I walk in.

There were survivors! Around 40 suvivors here cramped into the single carriage. I introduce my self to the driver, but then seconds later a zombie slams itself agaist the window cracking it. I shoot it in the head, but the noise just attracted more zombies, I was running low on ammo, as i lost most of it in the crash.

The drive runs for the cabin, but is pulled out the window by a zombie. Shooting it I rush to take the drivers place hitting every, switck lever and button.
The engine starts and we start to move. More and more zombies were gavering on the platform now, chasing the train.

We lose most of them, but some are still holding onto the sides, I lean out the window taking several blasts knocking some zombies off. Again I shoot, but when I go for another, I hear the click no-body wants to hear in this situation...Out of ammo.

The train flys out of the subway and flips onto its side scraping across the platfrom, hitting benches, shopping stands and zombies.

On its side the train smashes into another train, I turn around. Clambering out of the driver door, I look at the survivors, well not any more. Everyone of them dead. Crawling up out of the door I jump down and begin to run. The zombies are gavering up, relentlessly chasing me. I smash down a gate a and climb up a ladder leading to the roof of the station. The zombies start climbing the ladder after me, I throw my empty shotgun knocking one of them off, but the others are still climbing.
I get to the roof and slam the hatch closed. Now im stuck on the roof of the train station, help im in South, West Pennsyvania.

Hey, guys. Daniel here. There's been no sign of any zombies for a week, and I'm thinking all of them were eliminated. Stores are opening up again, and I've been running a bit low on supplies. It's good to finally get some more food and water.

The quarantine is still in effect, so nobody comes by plane and starts another infection. They check everyone who comes by ship, and kill anyone who is infected. You guys should take some boats and come over, if you're not already infected.

Hundreds of zombies are surrounding the train station now, they are still hammering at the hatch.

Found a long metal pole it could be useful. My cat seems to be fine on the roof, but I cant stop thinking about losing her....Oh forget it, I'm not gonna wait around for them to kill me, I'm opening the hatch!

I open the hatch to reveal a ladder full of zombies trying to get at me. I grap the pole and stab it down through them. Climbing down the ladder I repeat this process, killing more than 2 zombies at a time.

Long Island has officially been overrun by zombies.  Roknrollwill out.