Author Topic: Zombie survival; PK1M Pandemic  (Read 80165 times)

Devin: Where the forget is he going?

Jessica: Who knows, let's just keep going,we'll catch up later.

Blaze0, your idea would be fine, but it would have to be a unanimous decision first.

I think we should kill off Joseph (hasnt posted in AGES) and Jessica (her only post was her starter post)

There are zombies everywhere!
I set my firearm to "Bait" and fire it at a nearby incinerator. The zombies flock to it, falling into the incinerator.
I grab Max to keep him from joining them. By the time the stacking bodies puts out the fire, there are about ten left. In moments, they are bloodied swiss cheese.

Ryan: Well, I think we all know another weakness zombies have.

Everyone laughs.


There are zombies everywhere!
I set my firearm to "Bait" and fire it at a nearby incinerator. The zombies flock to it, falling into the incinerator.
I grab Max to keep him from joining them. By the time the stacking bodies puts out the fire, there are about ten left. In moments, they are bloodied swiss cheese.

Ryan: Well, I think we all know another weakness zombies have.

Everyone laughs.


I AM NOT A HALF ZOMBIE!


I am.

Well, if I'm not, I wanna be.
Then become infected with a rare half-working strain.


A rare,half-working strain of the virus.

Strain? I only know strain as a Verb.

Strain can also be a noun, refering to a slightly modified version of a virus, or different types of a virus.

I think.

Strain, noun/verb, two meanings.

1. Push physical limits.

2. The specific type of an object.

I dont hear the infected anymore, so I decide to rest. I sit against the wall, and I shien my pocketlight around. I see a door. I drag shadow over to the door, open it up, and step in. There is no other exit, but this is a big room. The lights suddenly flash on and I see zombies assembling cardboard boxes (that whole patty fiasco). I realize it is about 500 to 2, their favor.

Devin takes out some makeup.

Devin: We can use this to disguise ourselves as zombies.

Ryan: Some of the zombies wold probably try to talk to us.

Devin: What's so hard about "Yabba my icing"?

Ryan: That's in Half-Life, idiot.

Devin: Damn. Who can speak zombie?

Everyone mutters disagreeably.

Percy: I can, but I don't have the smell anymore. They'd rip me to shreads in seconds.

There is an awkward silence as 500 pairs of zombie eyes look at me.
I yell "Look! Free brains!" Point, and run.


(1: Yell "Free brains"!
2: Point
3: Run
4: ???
5: Profit)