Author Topic: Zombie survival; PK1M Pandemic  (Read 79792 times)

Me *thinking*: My blood! Ive lost too much! Oh i'm gonna die! I don't wanna die like this! No no no no no! I refuse to die like this! I wont! I cant!
Me: guys... my.. blood... Lost.. too much...
John: Alright, he will need a blood transfusion double-time! He will require roughly half of somebody's blood!

????: I think I can help with that.

With that, one of the guys we knocked out awoke.

????: This isn't just a nuclear plant, we have an infirmary down the hall, but its password protected.
John: *pointing gun at ????* Why should I believe you?
????: Your friend is looking awfully pale, I think he has about half an hour to live.
Me: *weakly* we have no choice...

Now what?


Double toastage.

I just blew up the HUMAN PROCESSING PLANT. Why would we go back in there?
Think man!

And we didn't take those guys with us.

Okay, can someone fill me in on what happened during the events of my absence? I'm too lazy to read x amount of pages right now. I was gone because I was posting in other community projects things, but as for now I think it's dead :c

Shoot!
And, why do I need to lose my foot? can we edit that out? Could I have just been bitten?

the forget is this
we are fighting NORMAL living human beings that have extremely amplified aggresion and loss of higher brain functions
not mystery men and a magical trihexapent.....quad...octosq uare.......eleventy

* skelolego229 's mind goes blank

Character: Meh, Blooker
Weaponry: Axe
Clothing: Long Sleeve T-Shirt, Jeans
Items: First Aid Kit

Blooker: Hell yeah the South East (Of England) isn't infected! Better start preparing for zombies though.
(Blooker builds sandbags around his house)
« Last Edit: January 03, 2011, 07:30:29 AM by Blooker »

Character: Meh, Blooker
Weaponry: Axe
Clothing: Long Sleeve T-Shirt, Jeans
Items: First Aid Kit

Blooker: Damn the South East (Of England) is in quarantine! Better start preparing for zombies though.
(Blooker builds sandbags around his house)

Can I just say that real zombies only have whatever physical abilities they had when they were alive.

Only difference is they don't tire, so they can walk forever.

Read the guide :o

Profile - Adam
Weaponry - Large kitchen knife
Clothing - White T-shirt, Blue jeans, Running shoes, backpack
Inventory - Bag of chips, Glass root beer bottle, Bandages

On the day I heard of the zombies my parents were in town, as I searched the house for any weapons I could use I couldn't help but wonder if they were OK.  My search was rewarded with a large knife that was used to cut meat, it had jagged edges that would cut through anything with ease.  I also found a bag of chips and a glass bottle filled with root beer that I had bought earlier that day as well as a large box of gauze bandages, I put all of this into my backpack I used when camping except for the knife which I would keep at my side until I found a better weapon.  As I left the house I heard yelling coming from the area my mother usually parked her car.  Running around the corner I saw my parents swinging a large object at a group of zombies.  I took a firm grip on my knife and ran at the group of zombies, as I reached the first one I swung the knife powerfully and sent the zombie's head flying away.  I cut down zombie after zombie as my parents stood watching unaware of the zombie coming up behind them.  As the last zombie fell dead I turned and saw one last zombie standing over my dad with my mom dead at its feet.  I ran at this final zombie and killed it but it was too late to save my parents.  With my mom killed by a zombie and my dad having bled to death not long before I set out towards town.

The Surviving Six?Maybe something else. :S


Character 1:
Profile - Tate
Weaponry - Lamp
Clothing - Black and White long-sleeve shirt, Black jeans, DC shoes, backpack
Inventory - One bag of "Fruity Snacks", one water bottle, half charged iPod.

==JOURNAL ENTRY==

Perfect vacation! I was sitting at home watching television, channel surfing. Suddenly I hear this ruckus about a, "Zombie Outbreak". I simply brushed it off my shoulder since I thought everyone was freaking out just like that H1N1 thing. Next thing I know I had to answer the door for a zombie. I went loving nuts, they were out on the streets groaning and moaning. I quickly ran for a weapon, when all I could find was a lamp. I threw it at the zombie, only to find it's head came off. Who knew a lamp would be so good! I wondered if my parents were okay, after all I did move out. And where was Sheila? Missing at a time like this, she could be a zombie. I'll have to find out later. I grabbed the keys to the Corolla S-15, and drove off to who knows where. I tried to stay out of the path of zombies, knowing hitting too many would cause the car to fall apart.. Now I remain cruising along Highway 89 in Utah, back and forth, back and forth, my car slowly deteriorating every day. Whenever I think I've done enough driving for the day, I swing the broken-in-half lamp around to defend myself. Lucky me I brought my iPod charger so I can get some music, but soon I need to find a place to get gas and re-juice my car battery.
Just. Perfect!

S
Shoot!
And, why do I need to lose my foot? can we edit that out? Could I have just been bitten?
this. Cmon, I dont wanna have to lose a foot.

Welp, you wrote you it man.