Author Topic: Zombie survival; PK1M Pandemic  (Read 74143 times)

Hello?

I woke up in a dark room. I can't remember my name. All i see is a door, aboarded up window, a knife, and the smallest gun you have ever seen.

 I only know that I am in Tennesse, alone, unharmed, and with only the fridge(5 sodas, sandwiches, and milk.) and zombies have invaded.
I don't think I can make it outside. Help...
'Radio transmisson ends'

     5:37am, Dec 15, the 9th day.


          The convoy finally stops at a small building, and we enter. There are many other people there, mothers and their children... other men. There's a big metal door in the back that clearly says, "Arsenal". forget yes! I tried to go in but one of the guys said there were only like 2 or 3 guns left in there. Of course. There was more to the building than I thought, they had a small trap door, and when you entered it, it was like a sewer tunnel, only it was dug out, and it led to several other buildings. I suppose they were other shelters. They took me to a sleeping quarters, and they had the most comfortable beds ever... It was like memory foam or something. I had the sleep of my life...


     10:42am, Dec 16, the 10th day. Double digits! w00t


          I woke up with the most energy in the world. Today I went and explored the tunnels, see where they lead to. There was a chapel... several other "sleeping rooms" as I called them. There were kitchens... just tunnels that lead to old restaurants. I was eating some eggs a girl named Leesa cooked me. She was only 19. Then I heard a large explosion.... that was the end of my joy.

As we walk out of the building I hear a scream...


John:What the hell was that?

Devin:I dunno.

Percy(you blaze):Lets go check it out!

Skelo:*shrugs*

Ryan:Meh

John:Oh well lets go.

SHADOWED.
I STILL DON'T KNOW WHERE WE ARE OR WHATS GOING ON.

Name: Joseph Jorici

Location: Washington, D.C.

Items: crank CV radio, .22 pistol, 23 rounds

Diary entry 2:
Something is going down behind the wall. I heard strange noises and... a human voice? I'm going to go check it out.


I raise my pistol towards the sky, I peer beyond the corner, and I see it. Not a human, but a zombie. Except this zombie was beating a dead corpse with a large shard of metal. "Have they learned to use weapons now?" I thought to myself.
I raised my pistol, took aim, and fired 3 shots into the zombie's back. He collapsed with an ear-piercing scream, and I knew that I had to escape, NOW. Suddenly, a horde of zombies bust through the window of the gas station, and I knew that these may very well be my last moments on Earth.

*Runs toward source of sound, gun in hand*
Devin: Holy stuff, what happened?!

John: There's just a giant spray of blood on the wall... And boots.

Ryan: Just what the hell is going on here?

The man i travel with seems to know what is useful against the zombies. He shows me a special gun that uses solar power instead of bullets. I reach for it, and he grabs it. "you're not ready for this." he tells me. "stuff." I say.
He shows me some other weapons instead. I grab a hunting rifle from the back. He hands me ammo and a sling.
Then he hands me a glock with some ammo. "Alright, Lets go!" I say. "Wait, I forgot.  What's your name?"
He says, "My name is Evan. I made weapons to fight the zombies. There is a safe bunker no far from here. Also, Take this." He hands me a strange device, looking like the from a remote control car, with a duct taped brick in it. (Bushido's Sapper.) I look at it. "It blows up when you press this button." He hands me a controller.

WEAPONS:
Baseball bat
Hunting Rifle
Glock
RC car bomb

Join up? I can remove some weapons, if I need to.

This topic is going oddly well.

Name: Thomas Avern, 14
Location: Colorado, USA

*Gasp*- "Oh god..." *whispers* "That was a forgeted up dream..."
I wake up in my room, on my bed, as in any other day.
Then I get dressed in camo cargo pants, a black t-shirt and my favorite tan boonie hat.
*THUD*
"AAAH!! Hey! Don't do tha- *Opens door, to find a pale hand reaching for me*
"AAAAHH!" I shove it out, and slam my door. "WHAT THE HELL! WHAT, THE, HELL!"
I quickly jam my chair in front of my door.
"No... NO NO NO... Oh god... Please no..."
*picks up a home-made night stick (actually, yes. I do have one.)*
"..."
"FUUUUUUUUUCCCkool kids klubKK!"
*looks at window (it's kind of a window with a trench around it.)*
"Oh god... Why do I have to live in the basement..."
*Opens window, and gets out of the trench, to get into the backyard.*
"Ugh..."
*Looks over fence, to about 20 limping, pale people on the street.*
"Holy stuff, they're everywhere."
Then I see someone (one of you guys, maybe) running through the zombies.
"HEY! HELLO! HELP! HELP! PLEASE!!"
...

Devin and I all of a sudden hear another scream.

Devin:It came from over there!

Skelo:Dammit there's too many of them*Stabs a zombie in the neck with knife*

Percy:Throwing molotov!

*zombies shriek in pain*

Max:I'll finish em off you guys go get the kid.

John:I'll go

*runs through zombies while fellow survivors provide cover*

John:How fast can you run kid?


(Guys, remember, we're on MARS, in a STATION. Ever play DooM 3? Well, this is a similar scenario.)

Everyone's running from the horde. The good thing is, even though these zombies are Einsteins at complex mazes, they can't even open doors. So, we ran through an open door and closed it. One zombie got through...well, half of him at least, [ CHUCKLING ] but we got rid of him pretty quick. The horde moans and demands flesh, but hey, we're using our flesh; so for added protection lolcondoms we hid inside an office protruding from the wall. ...Hmm? Oh, yes, of course it was plexiglass.

Ryan: So what should we do now?

Skelo: Iunno. Let's play blackjack. Anyone got cards?

[ DISAGREEING MURMURS ]

Skelo: Oh, well there goes that idea. What CAN we do, I wonder?

Diary entry 2:
Something is going down behind the wall. I heard strange noises and... a human voice? I'm going to go check it out.


I raise my pistol towards the sky, I peer beyond the corner, and I see it. Not a human, but a zombie. Except this zombie was beating a dead corpse with a large shard of metal. "Have they learned to use weapons now?" I thought to myself.
I raised my pistol, took aim, and fired 3 shots into the zombie's back. He collapsed with an ear-piercing scream, and I knew that I had to escape, NOW. Suddenly, a horde of zombies bust through the window of the gas station, and I knew that these may very well be my last moments on Earth.


     14:51pm Dec 15, The 10th day


          Turns out the explosion was just the survivors inventing some new weapons. The convoy was heading out again today, and I decided to poke around. When they convoy stopped, everyone in the front truck started jumping out and firing weapons. Zombies? A horde of them climbing out of a gas station. Some guy was held up in a building with only a handgun, so I ran over to him to see if he was okay. By the time I got there, things got worse, zombies all around him, clawing at the windows and walls, some parts of the wall were breached. I pulled out the shotgun someone had gave me at the diner, and loaded it up with shells I got from an arsenal. One after one, I shot down tons of zombies, while the man stayed back and checked out some of his wounds, and continued firing. Finally, a survivor got smart and detonated the gas station. The zombies were all climbing around in the sewer tunnels beneath the gas station, climbing up out. That was the end of that. I asked the man his name, he said Joseph Jorici, and that he had been attacked at the gas station, and ran toward this building. We took him back to the camp and lead him to one of the medical shelters.

PowerDag, I totally forgot about that :l

Devin and I all of a sudden hear another scream.

Devin:It came from over there!

Skelo:Dammit there's too many of them*Stabs a zombie in the neck with knife*

Percy:Throwing molotov!

*zombies shriek in pain*

Max:I'll finish em off you guys go get the kid.

John:I'll go

*runs through zombies while fellow survivors provide cover*

John:How fast can you run kid?



Bold= Me?

Jessica Trujillo
Weaponry - A Bowie Knife, and a 9mm Handgun.
Clothing - Jeans, shoes, a tank top, gloves, and a hoodie.
Inventory - A couple of pain killers, a flashlight, a crank radio, and batteries.
Location - Columbus, Ohio

Dear Diary... Today marks my first week of being alone. Completely alone, as far as I know. There aren't many zombies inside this gated community which I have decided to take shelter, but I can hear them on the other side of the walls. I fear leaving this confinement. But, my fear of being alone is far greater. The current apartment I took over is right next to the gates, so if I hear any sort of human call I will face my fear of the zombies and help the survivor.

I get off of the couch and look out the window, towards the gate. Nope, still no sign of any survivors. I walk over to the fridge and grab and grab an apple, then I walk out to the balcony and look out over the community. Nobody around.
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