Author Topic: Zombie Survival; Nowhere to hide...  (Read 61781 times)


He shattered his wrist being a dumbass and dualing revolvers loaded with magnum rounds.

Zombie tiem.
Name: Unknown
Health: 100
Status: Positively... annoyed.

The half infected man writhed on the street in pain as the mutation spread further. His left arm had shrivelled, and his rib cage collapsed into itself. His intestines uncoiled and spread throughout his body, his hair fell out. His eyes became obsidian orbs of rage. His right arm had become nearly skeletal, and three clawed and slimy appendages sprouted from it. His transformation was complete. He could hear the other infected in his mind, talking, communicating. One voice rang clear and commanding above them all.
"Lyncher."
His name was Lyncher. Well, at least, it was now.

Name: Leroy Jenkins
Health: over 9000
Status:Doing a barrel roll
Inventory:Righty and lefty
Location: Yo mama's house

trollolololololol

As Bob fires the dual .44 magnums, seeing as I'm attempting to be as realistic as possible, his hands snap back and his wrists shatter. He drops his weapons, stumbling backwards and sprinting off away from the breach in the wall.

I was just about to bring this up...

Name: Tim   Health: scratched by pocket knife  Status: Standing near a fort
Inventory:Glock 18,(5 rounds after killer 7)  Katanna,Twinkes,pocket knife
Location: Near Walls of Fort Ticonderoga, NY

Tim:In Fact i am not a carrier i just watched somebody nearby turned into a zombie so in fact can you help me out?Im not infected just a little bleeding from my pocket knife on my leg after i jumped out of my house.So do you know whose inside here?
*Hears more zombies moan in the distant(
Tim: FR Come on help me!

Name: Bob   Health: 99/100   Status: Ready to take on the super zombie
Inventory: Dual .44 Magnums w/speed reloader with 6/120 shells, a knife, Katana sword, Backpack, hand-crank radio/flashlight, Big medkit (10 uses left), 8 vials of zombie "cure", Binoculars, rations, radio transmitter stuff, 4 Twinkies, crop seeds
Location: Warehouse of Fort Ticonderoga, NY



As I fire one shot out of each of the .44's, my wrists snap because I'm an idiot for akimbo'ing them. I run away from the battle until the super zombie is dead, and then say to everyone: "AAAHHH! My wrists! Help! Use the medkit!"

I resolve to only use one at a time in a two-handed grip and have the other in the holster so I can pull it out and put the other one back if needed.



Name: Bob   Health: 50/100   Status: In pain from broken wrists
Inventory: Dual .44 Magnums (one holstered) w/speed reloader with 5/5/120 shells, a knife, Katana sword, Backpack, hand-crank radio/flashlight, Big medkit (10 uses left), 8 vials of zombie "cure", Binoculars, rations, radio transmitter stuff, 4 Twinkies, crop seeds
Location: Fort Ticonderoga, NY

Name: ???
Health: ???
Status: ???
Inventory: Revolver?
Location: Fort Ticonderoga, NY

A figure similar to that of Silence begins shooting the zombies. In two minutes, they are dead.
The figure walks up and jumps in, revealing his face. He's got some claw marks, but they appear to be cured.
"Hey, guys. Miss me?"

Sorry for not posting, I get confused with the story now with all these people.

SO I HERD REBECCA BLACK ZOMBIE WAS RUNNING THROUGH OSHU
BUT NOTHING HAPPENING

ah wanna be a zombie too!

Name: unspecified
Health: perfect
Location: not to far from Fort Tichonderoga

he awoke. it was a miracle. he thought himself dead. then all remanants of human conciousness were torn away by the pyschic hammer blow of the infection reaching his brain. he swiveled his head to look around. he was in a trench. surrounded by the corpses of what were once his enimes but now his bretherin. he moved his arms for the first time. they flexed powerfully. he looked forward and pulled himself out of the trench. his head was set below his shoulders, and now locked in a forward position. his chest muscles had an unatural thickness about them. not like bone, but more of an unaturally sized mass of muscle. then his tiny mind half realized that several of the nearby corpses had fused to him, giving him his intensly perfected phisical condition. he thought he must have more weight, more strengh, more power! he consumed the nearby corpses and began hunting for more. he heard tiny voices, the voices of the other infected, like buzzing bees in his brain. he waved them away. nothing, be it wall, zombie, or human would stop him in his quest for power. He is and was the Abomanation. and he will not be stopped.

Arnold DeVario looked out at the trench of zombie bodies they had left behind. he knew that it was his job to burn them, and should had done so hours ago. he sighed and hefted the gas can laying on its side next to his rifle. he left the gun behind. he would wish he hadnt.

The Abomination wait behind a large rock. he detected prey coming near. a human. a meal. he looked out from behind the rock. the man was tall and thick, with both hands full with a red box. as the man walked closer, it decided the time had come to strike.

SO I HERD REBECCA BLACK ZOMBIE WAS RUNNING THROUGH OSHU
BUT NOTHING HAPPENING

Karan is running,

Ash is about to try holding it off. ._.


Ash has clearly gone suicidal.

Alex quickly takes hold of the situation. The 'super zombie is repeatedly shot in the face with 7.62 rounds, but it's no use. It simply ticks it off. Reyes throws her gun at the zombie's face, sprinting away from the labs. The soldier slides to a stop, quickly fixing something to the wall. She steps back a few feet, smiling. The zombie runs straight into the trip mine - but she hadn't realized how large the zombie was. It was still alive, but barely. She wouldn't be in a few minutes unless somebody got the zombie off of her! "GET THIS BUGGER OF OF ME!" She began rapidly punching the head and pushing on it's shoulder, but it was hopeless. She was going to die, and unless somebody came and got her out, they all would. She couldn't reach the frag grenades on her vest or the C4. She was screwed.

As Tim trys to force himself in a zombie tackles him and starts eating on the bac of his neck. Jason shoots the zombie and the infected Tim. "What a shame...". Mark takes some equipment off Tim  and shuts the door. Suddenly, he hears chatter on his radio. "Looks like the soldiers from yesterday are coming back early." he said with a sigh of relief. He gave them his location  and the number of people that were with him. When he finished he gathered everyone together and told them what was going down...

guys
super zombies have a weakness to fire

everyone else is making up stuff so I wanted to add some stuff :c

Name: Austin
Health: 100
Status: Going on a supply run
Inventory: Shotgun, Slicey and Slashy
Location: Almost to my Warehouse

I get permission to head to my old warehouse base (which is about half a days travel from Ticonderoga city) to get some supplies. As I'm travelling, I hear over a radio Bob gave me that OSHU has a genetic freak on the loose. When you're on the other side of the country, not really a big deal. I would tell them fire kills them easily but I've been barred from communicating to them. As I arrive I found out my anti-zombie preventions worked and my base is zombie free. I stuff as much stuff as I can into containers and load them onto a trailer. I then deweld my GPS and instead make a clamping device to hold it down, and make another for the radio. I lock all the doors and head back to Ticonderoga.

Name: "Silence"
Health: ???
Status: ???
Inventory: Halberd
Location: OSHU

Silence: "Alright, I want you to cover the east exit! I've got this!"

Silence runs towards the zombie. His halberd cuts through what was once Rebecca Black, but is now just a zombie.
Silence: "What the forget, nobody tried to kill her before?"


Name: ???
Health: ???
Status: ???
Inventory: Revolver
Location: Fort Ticonderoga, NY

The unnamed man fires a nice, big magnum shot at the super zombie's head.
???: "Lead-on. Apply directly INTO the forehead."

The super zombie's head gets a big hole in it, knocking most of the head off from shrapnel.
Bob: "How did you do that? My magnum shots didn't do anything but break my wrists!"
???: "Tempered, armor-piercing boron shots. I get them custom-made from a friend.
Bob: "They must not come cheap, and you may run out."
???: "I only use them when I need to."