Tyman305
09-03-2009, 12:20 PM
My life. How I lived it, if it was lived good, and if I could have it for another day...
These simple thoughts raced through my head as our group rushed for an abandoned house with a barn behind it. The second we all were in, everyone looked for weapons and ammo. I decided to check the living room for anything, and found an AK on the table. I picked it up and found a clip and a spare ammo box on the table. After loading the rifle and putting the spare ammo in my pocket, I scavenged for ammo, but only found handgun ammo. A few seconds later, I dropped the ammo in a pile and saw my team mates rushing through the door. Behind them was intense shooting and a scream. In that instant, the last person in closed the door behind them before those brain-munchers got through. I caught a look of a white zombie before the door was shut. The carrier. The only zombie faster, stronger, and armed with a chemical disease called the infection. I learned all of this the hard way before we are today...
About a week ago, me and Marcus were at the police station. Everyone else was already done with their shift, and for some reason, had flustered expressions on their faces. As they left in their cars, they looked like they were afraid of something. I just ignored it, thinking they were late for something. Marcus and I were good friends around the station, and we never really did fight over anything. Long after everyone else was gone, or so I thought, shooting that was just as intense as it was now was far above the building floors the two of us were on.
the radios in our pockets both went off, someone saying something about an odd-looking person chasing him. The chatter was cut off with a sharp scream through the radio and the only thing after that we heard sounded like ripping. It seemed like seconds afterwards, when a white person walked out of the shadow, with white milky eyes, no pupils in them, wearing only shorts, and was missing a few fleshy bits. With him was a body of a dead officer, missing his face and had flesh showing through the ripped part of his shirt.
The white thing dropped the body and mumbled, "suffer..." before running towards us. We unholstered our handguns and filled him with lead. He ran in an arc towards marcus, but only clawed him. I took out my back up weapon, and popped the creature in the head, instantly killing him. "Marcus, are you alright?" I asked in a desprate tone. "I'm alright, just a scratch. Quite a big one." he struggled heavily to speak and groaned.
"Something is wrong. I think there's actually a reason those other officers left with a flustered haste. We need to leave now, before I get hurt, and you become wounded too much." I stated in a serious voice. "Actually, scratch what I said before, Eugene. I feel terrible, for some reason, it's beyond anything that's ever happened to me." he groaned. "Marcus, you need to try and hang in there," I said as we walked acrossed the street, "I can get you to a hospital, but you need to hang on. Munch on my painkillers untill we can find a doctor or a first aid packet."
"Thanks, I really needed- oh god! what's happening, I can't hear anything at all! Run Eugene, RUN!!!" he shouted. "Dammit, im not leaving you here to die! we're almost there, don't- HOLY ~~~~!" I yelled with such fright at what happened before me. Marcus, my best friend, was now a walking mindless zombie, and chased me down a street.
I almost cringed at the thought of shooting someone I really liked, despite the fact he was trying to eat me. And here we are again, with almost the whole thing happening again. Coming to again, the radio in the old house uttered feedback, until a voice broadcasted saying the military is coming down our street. God yes, a chance to actually make it out alive... I just want out of this nightmare! I said to myself. Now, the only thing seperating my way to rescue was a horde of murderous zombies...
To be Continued...
These simple thoughts raced through my head as our group rushed for an abandoned house with a barn behind it. The second we all were in, everyone looked for weapons and ammo. I decided to check the living room for anything, and found an AK on the table. I picked it up and found a clip and a spare ammo box on the table. After loading the rifle and putting the spare ammo in my pocket, I scavenged for ammo, but only found handgun ammo. A few seconds later, I dropped the ammo in a pile and saw my team mates rushing through the door. Behind them was intense shooting and a scream. In that instant, the last person in closed the door behind them before those brain-munchers got through. I caught a look of a white zombie before the door was shut. The carrier. The only zombie faster, stronger, and armed with a chemical disease called the infection. I learned all of this the hard way before we are today...
About a week ago, me and Marcus were at the police station. Everyone else was already done with their shift, and for some reason, had flustered expressions on their faces. As they left in their cars, they looked like they were afraid of something. I just ignored it, thinking they were late for something. Marcus and I were good friends around the station, and we never really did fight over anything. Long after everyone else was gone, or so I thought, shooting that was just as intense as it was now was far above the building floors the two of us were on.
the radios in our pockets both went off, someone saying something about an odd-looking person chasing him. The chatter was cut off with a sharp scream through the radio and the only thing after that we heard sounded like ripping. It seemed like seconds afterwards, when a white person walked out of the shadow, with white milky eyes, no pupils in them, wearing only shorts, and was missing a few fleshy bits. With him was a body of a dead officer, missing his face and had flesh showing through the ripped part of his shirt.
The white thing dropped the body and mumbled, "suffer..." before running towards us. We unholstered our handguns and filled him with lead. He ran in an arc towards marcus, but only clawed him. I took out my back up weapon, and popped the creature in the head, instantly killing him. "Marcus, are you alright?" I asked in a desprate tone. "I'm alright, just a scratch. Quite a big one." he struggled heavily to speak and groaned.
"Something is wrong. I think there's actually a reason those other officers left with a flustered haste. We need to leave now, before I get hurt, and you become wounded too much." I stated in a serious voice. "Actually, scratch what I said before, Eugene. I feel terrible, for some reason, it's beyond anything that's ever happened to me." he groaned. "Marcus, you need to try and hang in there," I said as we walked acrossed the street, "I can get you to a hospital, but you need to hang on. Munch on my painkillers untill we can find a doctor or a first aid packet."
"Thanks, I really needed- oh god! what's happening, I can't hear anything at all! Run Eugene, RUN!!!" he shouted. "Dammit, im not leaving you here to die! we're almost there, don't- HOLY ~~~~!" I yelled with such fright at what happened before me. Marcus, my best friend, was now a walking mindless zombie, and chased me down a street.
I almost cringed at the thought of shooting someone I really liked, despite the fact he was trying to eat me. And here we are again, with almost the whole thing happening again. Coming to again, the radio in the old house uttered feedback, until a voice broadcasted saying the military is coming down our street. God yes, a chance to actually make it out alive... I just want out of this nightmare! I said to myself. Now, the only thing seperating my way to rescue was a horde of murderous zombies...
To be Continued...