Author Topic: Zombie survival; PK1M Pandemic  (Read 74278 times)

[a truck crashs near by]
Me: nice [reloads colt and walks out blasting zombies heads off]
Me: O_O yeah!    http://www.strategypage.com/gallery/images/rpg7.jpglt
Zombie: ugh [gun shot and it falls to the ground as i houst the RPG 7 over my shoulder and grab the ammo crate]
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GUYS, I TOLD YOU ALREADY

WE'RE ON loving MARS

GUYS, I TOLD YOU ALREADY

WE'RE ON loving MARS
NO DAG GOD DAMMIT



John:I think i do...maybe.

Skelo:John if you crash I SWEAR I will gut you in hell.

John:How do you know im not going to heaven?

Devin:Shut up get us out of here.

*John gets in the pilot seat and after forever, we're flying*
Devin: Hey kid, what's your story? Actually, nevermind. I may have to kill you later.
Skelo: The threatening, you leave it to me!

Name: Joseph Jorici

Location: Atlantic City, New Jersey

Equipment: M16 180 rounds, crank radio, LED Helmet.


December 16, 3:40 P.M.

After walking for a few minutes, I flipped the radio on and listened for updates. Then, the boat began broadcasting: "We leave at 6 P.M., the hatch goes up at 5. No exceptions once the loading hatch is up."

One hour 20 minutes to go two miles. We can make it. I don't know if I was happy or hysterical, but I started to laugh. Eventually Blaze and the others started chuckling too. We continued walking but on full alert.

I couldn't help but notice a plane that flew very fast, very low and was filled with 5 people soar by above our heads.


December 16, 4:20 P.M.

Diary entry 6

The boat is straight ahead. I can see the pier from atop the hill we are on. The only thing standing between us and safety are hundreds of flesh eating monsters.
« Last Edit: December 20, 2010, 08:26:59 PM by Jorici »

Double post


Name: Joseph Jorici

Location: Atlantic City, New Jersey

Equipment: M16 180 rounds, crank radio, LED helmet


December 16, 4:30 P.M.

Everyone started firing upon the zombies. Round after round, magazine after magazine, until it was all dried up. There was still about 30 zombies charging at us.
I heard a rumbling in the distance as the zombies sprinted toward us. It was that helicopter I saw earlier! It got lower, and lower, and BAM, it plowed into the zombies, but it hit the ground hard and continued coasting down the road. it turned sideways and flipped upside down.

 We ran over to it, and everyone inside was fine. They said they went by the names of John, Devin, Skelo, Percy, and Ryan. They were here to be saved too!

Devin thumped John on the back of the head for nearly killing them as all of us marched towards the boat.
« Last Edit: December 20, 2010, 08:53:38 PM by Jorici »

I take a few shots into the zombies below, unaware that in a few sections ill wish I had a parachute.
Skelo is trying to pull something from his pack that is stuck (A box of ammo). When he finally pulls it free, his hand hits me, causes me to plummet down, and almost fall himself.
I land on a zombie, which is instantly killed and cushions my fall. I happened to land on a zombie right next to a survivor.
INV: Revolver, 6 bullets left. No more ammo. Some canned tuna.
« Last Edit: December 20, 2010, 08:16:10 PM by skyblue6245 »

Um skyblue, we aren't on the heli anymore, and Jorici, it was a helicopter, not a plane, but eh.

Devin: God damnit man, what were you thinking?

John: I don't know, I can't just watch fellow human beings get ripped apart.

Devin: True, but we could've just used the MOUNTED MACHINE GUN!

John: Oh yeah. Right.

Jorici: Head's up, undead flesh bags waiting to be popped!

Skelo: Lez go pop some skulls!

Percy: Um guys, there's a group of people coming from behind us. With guns, and they look kinda... Weird.

Name: Joseph Jorici

Location: Atlantic City, New Jersey

Equipment: M16 30 rounds, crank radio, LED Helmet


December 16, 4:50 P.M.

I am down to my last magazine. More zombies remained. 10 minutes until the hatch closes.

Percy: Um guys, there's a group of people coming from behind us. With guns, and they look kinda... weird.

I turn around. Who are those people? They raised their guns. They shot about 20 canisters. What were they?

Devin: Oh forget, it's zombie worshipers!

John: stuff! TEAR GAS! COVER YOUR MOUTHS
Everyone covers their mouths quickly in an effort to stave off the effects of the gas, but the damage is done. Percy falls first, followed by John and I. I blacked before I could tell what happened to Skelo and Jorici.

Name: Joseph Jorici

Location: Atlantic City, New Jersey

Equipment: M16 30 rounds, crank radio, LED Helmet

The teargas quickly takes it's affects. The last thing I saw before the explosion of the teargas was the ship's hatch closing.