Zombie Survival; Nowhere to hide...

[Jokey365]

Name: Max Nappy
Health: Very Healthy
Equipment: Metal Baseball Bat, Miner Light, Combat Knife, Emergency supplies in a duffle bag
Location: Small rice farm a few hours from NYC
My father was stabbing every zombie that tried to get in the house with his pitchfork. My mother was trying to board up the windows. I was digging through everything we had, looking for our emergency kit. The zombies started to overpower my father and grab at him. My mother tried to save him, but she got bitten. They both got bitten, and finally pulled away. Blood was streaming down their arms and necks. I finally found the emergency kit. "Son, get out of here before we turn..." my father said to me. "BUT DAD!" I shouted. "GO!" My mother screamed with yellow starting to glow in her eyes. I quickly ran upstairs and grabbed a duffle bag. I dumped everything from the emergency kit inside. I bolted into the garage. I took one last look at my parents, infected and still trying to save me. I bolted into the garage and hopped into the truck. I hit the ignition and busted through the garage door. Zombies flew up and hit the windshield. I hung a right to get onto the main road when a huge bulky zombie with insane muscles charged at me. I hit the breaks and turned the steering wheel all the way to the right. I started plowing through the rice. I couldn't control the truck anymore. I hit the breaks but the truck lurched to it's left and started barrel rolling. I was flying all over the place in my seat. The truck finally hit one of the water pipes and flew a few feet up into the air. When it hit the ground it stopped, and I got knocked out.

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[Altered]

Name: Austin     
Health: 98 (small bleeding scar)     
Status: Building
Inventory: Generic shotgun, a box of matches, a nailgun, ~200 nails, dual pistols and a backpack
Location: A large warehouse/factory in Pennsylvania that I'm going to live in for a while

(continuing from the other topic)

I eat some M&Ms I found in one of the rooms as I try to fashion some sort of multi-task melee weapon, with stabbing, slicing, lock-picking, bludgeoning weapon to take out zombies with. I have finished most of the functions, only slicing left to do. I screw in a flip out blade activated by pressing a button to spring-launch it out, and deactivating it is a chinch: push it back in on a rubber grip. I test it and slice a large scar on my arm, causing me to drop it and yelp in pain. As I walk over to where my medical supplies are stored, I curse and stumble a bit over the dead employee bodies strewn all over the floor from my recent take-over of the section of the warehouse. I patch up my arm and put away a few of the things in my inventory.


Name: Austin     
Health: 96 (small healing scar and large patched-up scar)     
Status: Preparing
Inventory: Generic shotgun and backpack
Location: A section of the warehouse/factory

I look out one of the windows in my warehouse and see the usual: zombies everywhere. I curse at the sight because I'm getting tired of looking out my window and seeing a bunch of infected freaks. I decide to go out on a ransack trip to get supplies, food and other things, so I grab my pistols and melee tool and head for the gas-station to test out my invention and get food.


Name: Austin     
Health: 98 (large healing patched-up scar)     
Status: Fighting
Inventory: Generic shotgun and backpack
Location: "Qwik Stop" gas station a few blocks from the warehouse.

Holy stuff this melee tool is effective. Wiped out a ton of zombies with this and no injuries and still going strong. I reach the gas station in 5 minutes and try out the lock pick function on some of the cars. "It works!", I say triumphantly as the door pops open. I look around and find nothing really useful until I see something attached to the interior of the windshield. A GPS! I can use this to get around the country and find my way back! I silently thank whoever owned the car and run back to the warehouse to get some gas cans and write the address of the warehouse down. "3300 Wahoo Drive, Williamsport, PA" I repeat one last time as I finish writing it down and slip the piece of paper into a zipped pocket on my backpack, then I grab the gas cans (all of them, both empty and full) and get my ATV into the warehouse to modify it.
I pull out my welding mask, get my welding torch and get to work.


That was ~30 minutes of typing, holy stuff.

[LeeroyBlockhead]

Name: Max Nappy
Health: Very Healthy
Equipment: Metal Baseball Bat, Miner Light, Combat Knife, Emergency supplies in a duffle bag
Location: Small rice farm a few hours from NYC
My father was stabbing every zombie that tried to get in the house with his pitchfork. My mother was trying to board up the windows. I was digging through everything we had, looking for our emergency kit. The zombies started to overpower my father and grab at him. My mother tried to save him, but she got bitten. They both got bitten, and finally pulled away. Blood was streaming down their arms and necks. I finally found the emergency kit. "Son, get out of here before we turn..." my father said to me. "BUT DAD!" I shouted. "GO!" My mother screamed with yellow starting to glow in her eyes. I quickly ran upstairs and grabbed a duffle bag. I dumped everything from the emergency kit inside. I bolted into the garage. I took one last look at my parents, infected and still trying to save me. I bolted into the garage and hopped into the truck. I hit the ignition and busted through the garage door. Zombies flew up and hit the windshield. I hung a right to get onto the main road when a huge bulky zombie with insane muscles charged at me. I hit the breaks and turned the steering wheel all the way to the right. I started plowing through the rice. I couldn't control the truck anymore. I hit the breaks but the truck lurched to it's left and started barrel rolling. I was flying all over the place in my seat. The truck finally hit one of the water pipes and flew a few feet up into the air. When it hit the ground it stopped, and I got knocked out.[/s]

I-I-INSTA B-B-BANNN.

No tanks or L4D.

Aka the bulky zombie.

[Altered]

I-I-INSTA B-B-BANNN.

No tanks or L4D.

Aka the bulky zombie.

if the virus "mutates" you into a newish creature there's bound to be changes, or

Tank Mutations are possibly related to body building supplements. Abnormally high levels of Creatine, Human Growth Hormone, and anabolic steroids (possibly produced naturally from some damage by the infection) could interact with the virus to promote tumor-like growth of muscle cells.

this only in real life

http://left4dead.wikia.com/wiki/Green_Flu for more info.

[BobSevenSevens]

Name: Bob   Health: Fine    Status: Confused
Inventory:Revolver with 6/30 shells, butcher knife. Other stuff. Backpack, hand-crank radio/flashlight
Location: My house, Long Island

I go back upstairs, and open the window for the first time in 8 hours.

"Holy stuff," I breathe as I look outside at the death and destruction. I grab a few bottles of water out of my fridge and put them in my backpack. I also grab a first-aid kit out of the bathroom, and a few more knives. I then see my mom has turned into a zombie, and she's coming for me from across the room. I throw one of my knives, and it sticks in her head with a loud thunk.

"I've always wanted to do that," I say.

 I go over to her corpse and pull it out. I decide to get moving to the high school to see if anyone decided to hold out there.

Name: Bob   Health: Fine    Status: Determined
Inventory:Revolver with 6/30 shells, 5 knives, Backpack, hand-crank radio/flashlight, first-aid kit
Location: Streets of Suffolk County, Long Island

[lordfeline]

Roger cautiously stalks out of the duty free store, looking both ways to make sure that there are no zomies around. Then, he dashes out of the store, and dives behind an overturned table in the starbucks across from the duty free shop. he peers out from behind his table. he notes that down the hall is crossroads area, and also has a large illuminated sign with a map on it in the center. but there is a lone zombie standing in the middle of the corridor. Roger looks at the zombie, trying to figure out whether or not he can take  it down with minimal injury. he spares a few more seconds to look at it, before he jumps out and tackles the zombie. he stabs  it repeatedly untill it stops writhing beneeth him. he gets up and brushes himself off, before looking at the illuminated map. It says that gates A4-B1 are west, the rentals are to the east, and the security is to the north. he figures that security should have firearms somewhere nearby it. Roger sets off in that direction.

It looks like we players really arnt making much of an attempt to meet up.

[Shadowed999]

Im on a phone soo i'll post later. Wanna meet up again,blaze?

[Dj Smash]

Name: Christina
Health: Great
Status: Bored
Inventory: Fire axe, Python (3 clips)
Location: California

I wake up in a strange room. I quickly spot a fire axe, a python, and some ammo. I find a backpack to put my stuff in. I head out a window at the top of the room. As I look around, I hear a loud and moaning voice. I pull out my axe, and instantly throw it behind me. I hit something, I can hear it screaming in pain.

[bloody jumper]

Name:Brandon Nuke
Health:Okay! for now...
Status:Expecting this happening
Inventory:Nine millimeter pistol 5 rounds,Flash Bang and a sword
Location:Aubrey,Texas Driving a Four Wheeler

Looking at my TV sitting back and eating some roman noodles watching the military channel the news pops on with a warning the virus it's spreading... The anchor man said weakly as he fell to the ground and "I knew it was going to happen." I said "forget I better check on my mom..." as i run up the stairs I hear moaning with the door open she charges at me with bloodshot eyes I close the door and lock it and go into the basement and grab my trusty pistol, a flash bang, a katana, and my backpack "Ready" I say I fuel up with a gasoline tank and take off...

[BobSevenSevens]

Name: Bob   Health: Fine    Status: Determined
Inventory:Revolver with 6/30 shells, 5 knives, Backpack, hand-crank radio/flashlight, first-aid kit
Location: Streets of Suffolk County, Long Island

As I am about to leave my house, I say, "Oh, wait!" I go back inside and grab my katana sword and tie it around my waist. Then, I get going to the high school.

30 minutes later, I get there. There weren't that many zombies on the way here, and I wonder why. Then, I look in the window of the high school. It's completely full of zombies, and there are smashed defenses. I guess they tried to hold out and failed. Some of the zombies outside come running toward me. I start running towards a chopper that just landed on the highway outside. I shoot 5 zombies in front of me in the head, then start running faster as the chopper pilot says "Come on! Go faster, I'm leaving in 30 seconds!" I finally make it to the chopper, diving into the passenger compartment as it takes off. I take some time to reload my revolver as the pilot says, "We're going to try to pick up a kid and his family I saw a few hours away from NYC. I think the kid's name was Max."

Name: Bob   Health: Fine    Status: Relieved, Tired
Inventory:Revolver with 6/25 shells, 5 knives, Katana sword, Backpack, hand-crank radio/flashlight, first-aid kit
Location: Streets of Suffolk County, Long Island

[Altered]

Name: Austin     
Health: 100     
Status: Modifying my ATV
Inventory: Welding Mask & Torch
Location: Inside my Warehouse

I finish up one side of the ATV as I weld on the last piece of steel to protect the wheels when I hear thumping on the large door. "Zombies", I mutter as I pull out my shotgun and open the door. I blast them and close the door again and continue to work on my ATV.


Name: Austin     
Health: 100   
Status: Preparing again
Inventory: Generic shotgun strapped down on the ATV, 2 containers (one holding food and water and the other ammo and small weapons), my custom melee weapon strapped down with my shotgun and my 2 pistols hooked onto the front of my ATV that can be fired with a special mechanism
Location: Warehouse

I grab my backpack from the counter and put in my nails, my nailgun, a few gas grenades (made from modified soda cans and a special smoke-making mechanism) and a few knives with some rubber covers on them so they don't shred my backpack and hook it onto my ATV. I remember the GPS I found and weld it to my ATV and hook it up to a large battery I strapped on incase something I found along the way needed charging. I turn it on, input "New York" and drive...

and drive...

and drive some more...

and drive.


Name: Austin     
Health: 100     
Status: Driving out of NYC + completly loving bored and semi-hungry
Inventory: Everything I have (all stored in containers or strapped down)
Location: New York City, heading for the country to find survivors.

I've been looking for survivors and so far all I've found only 2, which I helped get to a evac helicopter. I've decided to head for the country to find more survivors, which after a few hours I see a small kid and his family trying to get the attention of a helicopter that's flying overhead. I shoot some of the zombies near the family and drive over to give assistance.

[Shadowed999]

We did all we could but they.......they just slaughtered us..I I was lucky to survive.All of my team was infected.All those malevolent brutes ripped my captain to shreds.I will get my revenge on them..soon."

-PFC.Jason Wethers

Name:Private First Class Jason K. Wethers
Health:87 (bleeding)
Status:Enraged,Pain
Inventory:Shotgun (4 shells), First aid
Clothing:Urban Military Uniform,Flak Jacket, Gloves, Gasmask


I walk down the streets of Brooklyn alone as usual.Except this time, Im gonna be escaping. I heard on my com that there will be a chopper at the Mercy Hospital willing to rescue any survivors. I am pretty sure I can make it there. Of course,I am bleeding.Blood equals zombies and zombies plus me equal...somebody dead. I was never good at math anyways.

Name:Private First Class Jason K. Wethers
Health:87 (bleeding)
Status:Enraged,Pain
Inventory:Shotgun (4 shells), First aid
Clothing:Urban Military Uniform,Flak Jacket, Gloves, Gasmask

[BobSevenSevens]

Name: Bob   Health: Fine    Status: Relieved, Tired
Inventory:Revolver with 6/25 shells, 5 knives, Katana sword, Backpack, hand-crank radio/flashlight, first-aid kit
Location: Over NYC

We start flying over the city. It looks like hell, with some buildings almost falling down. The pilot says, "I'm supposed to land at the Mercy Hospital in an hour to pick up any survivors."
"Alright, sounds good," I respond.

He then hands me a pair of binoculars and tells me to try to see some survivors. As we are flying over Brooklyn, I see a bleeding soldier walking toward the hospital.

"I see one," I say.

Name: Bob   Health: Fine    Status: Looking around
Inventory:Revolver with 6/25 shells, 5 knives, Katana sword, Backpack, hand-crank radio/flashlight, first-aid kit, Binoculars
Location: Over NYC

[LeeroyBlockhead]

Name: Ash Health: Wounded, Status: Exhausted.

Inventory: USP Match (6 bullets left), 2 extra mags, medkit, fireaxe.

 Location: Chicago, outside of a warehouse.


It was atleast two hours for me, I was now near a warehouse. Now, I roostered back my USP.

I managed to find a unblocked window, and shot off two rounds at the window, entering the warehouse.

So it was slightly inhabited. There were a few guns, all out ammo. G3, M4, and even a rifle. I headed over and grabbed the G3. The barrel was damaged, and as always, it was out of ammunition. I slid it onto my back, and busted open a few crates. I found a few pipes, more gauze, and even a beer bottle, and gasoline.

Name: Ash Health: Wounded, Status: Exhausted.

Inventory: USP Match, 2 extra mags, medkit, fireaxe. Some more gauze, damaged G3, and Molotov roostertail.

 Location: Outside of a Warehouse.

[Watcher In The Myst]

logic go go go:

The military, at their secret base somewhere in Nevada, decides to eliminate the virus. It has overtaken all of humanity so...


A bright light appears over each city. It gets closer, and closer, until....

One year later, the government and their families emerge from a huge fallout shelter. They look at the broken world and rebuild.

THE END