Author Topic: Zombie survival; PK1M Pandemic  (Read 74280 times)

I tackle the zombie on Blaze0 (joseph, I think), and wrestle it to the ground before filling it with holes.
John: You kinda overdid it, Max.
Skelo: A car! with the keys in the ignition!
Later...
As we drive, I hear a distinct hissing noise (not a creeper), but our tire went out.

Me: We got any spares?

john: One more.

Me: Good.

John: All tires went out!

Me: What?

I look to see what it hit, and I find police spike thing whatever its called on the ground. It was half buried in the sand, and we couldn't see it until it was too late.

Me: We barely went a block.

I hear fast footsteps, and see some guys running at us.

Skelo: The zombie worshipers, about ten of them and with guns!

That kind of put me in a panic. I bolted the other direction, followed by skelo, john, and the rest. One catches up to us, but he wont shoot us. Instead he gets between me and the group, and begins 'herding' me away. The rest already on our heels, I realize in horror he is leading me to a dead end.
I try and shoot him, but he easily dodges every shot. I only have one left, and it appears half of the group is trying to get me.
I approach a house with an open window near the ground, and hurl myself towards, and pull myself into the house.

I hear crashing, and they broke in through the other windows.

Devin: Ah that dumbass! Cover me, I'm going for him.

I run into the house Max just went in and bust down the door. I pick up a kitchen knife from the floor, bloodied. I slowly walk into the room they broke in to. Max is struggling with about five worshippers. I throw the knife into the head of one of them and tackle another. After punching the stuff out of him I look up to see Max pulling the knife out of a chest.

Max: Thanks dude.

Devin: *smacks Max on the head* Idiot.

     Who the forget knows anymore.


          I wake up, I see tons of blood... guts... I have no idea where I am. Then it struck me. I've seen a place like this before "Worshippers..." I whisper to myself. Damn. No one to rescue me at the last minute this time. For all I know, everyone is dead... Joe, John, Skelo, and whoever the forget that last guy was. I realize I'm all alone. Nowhere to go now. Now it's time to meet my fate. I hear what sounds like a large metal door screeching shut, making a hard slam sound. Footsteps. Panic takes over. What do I do? Then I get an idea! Hide next to the door. When whoever the hell comes in, I'll strangle them with my hands. Then I hear evil laughter, screaming, yelling... what the hell is going on? The noises get louder, my vision begins to blur, I'm losing my balance. I crouch down, trying to keep my balance. My hand smashes on some human organ. Both hands are covered in blood. I feel vomit creeping up my throat. I finally let go. I'm sick. Vomit all over. Disgusting. My vision is even blurrier, the noises, getting louder. I'm loosing it. Losing my head. I stand up and slam my hands on my head. I scream as loud as I can, tears rolling down my cheeks. What do I do?



As we fight off the large horde, we look out the windows and I see a large pile of C4.

Percy: That wasn't there before...

I hear a beeping coming from the middle of the C4 pile.

Percy: RUN FOR YOUR forgetIN LIVES!

John: This isn't exactly the best idea. Running from the C4 is running TO the zombies!

Percy: Forget that! I can handle them!

As I whip out my maw, the beeping stops as we get 20 feet from the zombies.

Percy: Guess it was a dud. Well, I'll go check it out-

I am interrupted as I run over to see the explosives, they ignite, sending me barreling back 50 feet, over the zombies heads, and into the backyard fence.

Percy: Help! I...I can't move my legs, or my left arm!

I realize I have broken a few bones, and I can't move for myself.

Percy: JOHN! RYAN! MAX! ANYONE! HELP!

I scream as the zombies start running towards me with Ryan, John, Max, and Joseph hot on their trail.

As a zombie tackles me, it starts to gnaw at my broken arm's hand. I am able to pull out my MAW, but as I cut through it, it rips out a chunk of my skin.

Percy: GOD HELP ME!

The gang is able to fend off the other zombies.

John: Ok, this is bad. You weren't fully killed, but you were infected. Guys, we have 6 hours 'till percy becomes one of them.

Percy: That son of a...

Ryan: Let's move people! I know a doctor in Russia who has found an antidote to the infection, if it's used before the infection spreads to the heart.

They pick me up as we run to the road, and we see nothing but a car with a key in the slot. They push me in the back seat, they pile up inside, and we rush to the airport.

As we get there, we realize it's closed. We drive around a security gate and onto the runway, where we see a plane with the door open, 20 feet off the ground. I receive a piggy-back ride from Joseph as we all maneuver up the side of the wing, to hanging onto the side, to in the door. We get to the pilot's cabin to see a zombie there. Max makes mincemeat of it.

Ryan: How are we gonna get this thing off the ground?!!

Joseph: John, you took a simulator camp, right?

John: Yeah, but it was just 3 days!

Max: Doesn't matter! Percy's in trouble!

John goes to the roosterpit and starts it up. 6 minutes later, we're airborn. 4 hours later, we touch down in Russia. (We were lucky this was a speedy jet.)

We find a minivan with the keys in the seat. We drive to where we think the doctor is.

Percy: My sight is starting to get grey.

John: Crap, I can see a green tint in his skin...

Max: HURRY!


Time Before Percy becomes Zombified: 1 hour, 7 minutes.
« Last Edit: December 22, 2010, 03:15:30 PM by Blaze0 »

Shadowed, don't post. I'm posting next action for our group.
Well, it appears that my name hasn't been mentioned for a few posts. Please include it.

Three posts already? Wow, I'm a slower reader than I thought.



Wtf where was I?
WHERE WAS DEVIN >:c

I didn't know we had a Devin.

Anyone in our group, post.

Really shadow cigarette? Thanks! You're a real asshat!

forget you, shadow is coolbr0

The guy who dived off the ship says to me" We need to get to russia." I pick up my golck and hold it to his face. "Why?"
"I own a bunker there from the Cold War."
"And?"
"We can hid out there."
"Well, alright. Evan, can you fly?" i ask.'
"Yepper." He says.
I put the glock back.
"Lets find a plane.




4 1/2 HOURS LATER

In Russia

Location: Unknown.
Frenchie, who dived off the ship, found his bunker. We put up posters of the safe house. Then, we get a lot of survivors. They look like stuff. We had a TON of people there.

Sadly, and later, we did not know it would lead up to,

THE TRAITOR.