A new nightmare

[Harrier]

The heavy gauge steel door flung open and slammed against the wall, creating a terrible ringing noise inside the small brick room.

"Nikolai, there's these-these THINGS outside! I don't know what the hell they are, but they've just killed Marcus and Gonzalez!"
John said hystericly, fidgeting constantly.

"Ok, we need out of this dump, have they over run the helipad?"

"Yes, the helipad, the tarmac, everywhere. They're EVERYWHERE!" John was beginning to crack. Even in his underground facility, he could hear the moans.

"Alright, get a forklift and get a few crates of the XV-105 and some weapons." Nikolai got out of his wooden chair and motioned John to move along. As John shut the door, Nikolai moved over to his closet and picked up some fine Vodka, and drank it straight out of the bottle. He grabbed one of his bags, and put some other bottles of miscellaneous alcohol into it. As he set his hand upon the door handle, he couldn't stop thinking 'Is this real?'

"C'mon, let's move it!" This was the voice of the lovely Patricia Morganson, Nikolai's Fiancee and "co-president" of his ellicit activities.

"Hey Patty, don't order 'em around like that, they hate it!" Nikolai said jokingly.

He went on to the makeshift armory he created, in case they needed to defend themselves. As he opened the door, he saw John coming down the hall in the big yellow forklift, with some small crates of this substance Nikolai had created and cherished so dearly. As he wondered what to take, he thought to himself again 'Can this be real?" As he picked up his favorite Mosin-Nagant M91, John burst in, hurrying to get everything loaded.

"Got to move quickly, I've heard they've reached the Guard tower." John said as fast as he could. He was shaking the whole time.

"Calm down John, this is probably nothing to worry about." Nikolai told John soothingly, as he picked out a his Mause C-96. "This will all be over by morning. It's probably just the feds, trying to stop us."

Once Nikolai picked out his weaponry, he holstered them, and made for the freight elevator.

After a half hour, everyone was clear and ready to go; and the operator hit the switch...nothing.

"Hey, what gives? Stop fooling around!" Nikolai barked at the operator.

"Sir, I'm trying, it won't work."

With a loud clank, the elevator started down.

"Finally, this is creeping me..." Nikolai's jaw dropped.

People started falling off the side, plummeting 30 feet and hitting the hard concrete floor. More and more began to come down, until so many had piled onto the elevator face. The years of rust and misrepair had taken it's toll; it came crashing down, send bits of metal, rust and limbs flying. John took a long piece of iron in the leg, and dropped.

"What the hell?!" Was the only thing anyone could say, as the supposedly dead bodies rose up.

Nikolai operated the bolt of his M91, and fired at the nearest one. He hit him clear in the chest, sending bone fragments into the rest of the mysterious people, but it kept coming.

"What is going on here?!" Nikolai yelled, as he reloaded and fired again, this time striking with a headshot, dropping his target. "Head for the emergency elevator, now!"

"Sir, I'm hit, in the leg." John said pathetically. "Go on without me."

"Like hell I will! Come on, operate this machine!"

Still stunned by the crash, the group just sat there, only to get slaughtered. John and Nikolai climbed onto the forklift, and high-taled it out of there, picking up Patricia on the way.

As they neared the emergency elevator, a siren began to blair. It was the fire alarm, and the emergency shutters began closing. With the shutters slamming behind the slow moving forklift, Nikolai got off and did his best to push it faster. With 10 feet left before the elevator, a shutter came down on the back of the forklift, stopping it dead. Nikolai scurried under the door, and helped John out of the twisted heap of metal.

"Grab the drugs, we still need them." Nikolai grunted, as his helped John over to the elevator as he pushed the button.

"What are we going to do when we get up there?" Patricia said, grabbing a small crate of the XV-105.

"We'll wait and see."

The elevator came down, and was boarded quickly, and began its acsent.

[Harrier]

With a creak, the elevator came to and abrupt halt. As the elevator began to open, a foul odor and pitiful moans filled the small metallic space. The three just stared in awe, as waves upon waves of these zombie-creatures could be seen. The horizon was black with rotting corpses, on their constant move to feed. Nikolai point to the ATV shed.

Upon reaching the sheet metal gate, Nikolai fumbled with the lock. His hands were stricken with terrible tremors of fear. In his rush, he dropped the key; it made a ringing sound as it hit the cement foundation. As he bent down to pick it up, he noticed the undead horde advancing ever closer. 'It has to be an illusion.' Nikolai thought.

The key slid in, and it twisted, opening the door. Nikolai pushed it open, and got everyone in.

As Patricia put the special chemical on the ATV's accesory rack, Nikolai used a medical kit to patch up John's leg.

"It still hurts, but I can manage." John said, mounting his machine.

The roar of machines could be heard all around the compound, as they raced up and over small bumps and hills.

Hours upon hours of riding got them to a small rural town named Worden.

"Look!" Nikolai pointed to a steeple, with a large copper crucifix mounted atop "Let's move there!"

As they approached a steep railroad crossing, a mob of burly men rushed Nikolai, and took his weapons, leaving him unconscious,with a syringe stuck in his leg. Neither John nor Patricia put up a fight.

5 hours later

Nikolai woke up from his synthetic sleep, only to find himself in a cold, damp room. He quickly sat up in his bed.

"Was that a dream?"

"Nah, it was real."

A man walked in. He had large, bulging arms, long hair in a ponytail, large beak nose, blue jeans and a flannel shirt, no sleeves.

"Ma name's Paul, but people call ma Dingo." He had what you might call a Hill-billy accent.

"Sorry 'bout the rude greetin', can't take no chances. With y'all turnin' inta zombies."

"Where are my weapons? My friends?" Nikolai said dowsily, still trying to get a grip on reality.

"I'll take ya to 'em." Paul said as he opened the small wooden door.

Paul pushed open a door, showing many TV screens, computer moniters, maps marked with X's, even a strange projector showing the many streets entering the area.

"This is are main control center. Go 'head an' look 'round."

Nikolai went up to a fairly short man, total opposite of Paul.

"Why hello. I hear your name is Nikolai. What brings you here of all places?" The man said, looking at his moniter, not Nikolai.

"My facility was over run. We just ran."

"Well, my name Bill, Bill Halloway. If you want to use a computer, go ahead. Survivors across the country have managed to set-up servers, which we can use to update movements of the Zombies. Some of he internet is intact, which we use to make new maps." Bill got up and shook hands "Glad we have a few more survivors."

A side door opened, where John entered, limping in on a splint.

"We've got a room, I'll show you there. We do have a room mate, however." John said, propping himself up against the wall.

"Hold on" Nikolai told him "I want to look something up."

Doing what anyone else would, he searched "Zombie survival." Many links were gone, but there was one, called "The Zombie Survival Guide, by Max Brooks."

He read all that could, and then left to his room.


When he got there, Patricia was asleep, and someone else was in the room.

"Hey man, my name is Brandon. I'm only 15, but I'm doing ok, forthe circumstances. Hey, what's in the box?"

"Some special stuff, don't worry about it."

"Is that what I think it is? I want some, badly." He said curiously.

"John, anyone out there?"

"Nope, no one there."

Nikolai pulled out a small vial, only two inches long by and inch wide.

"What've you got for trade?" Nikolai was a greedy bastard.

"Well, I could give you this." Brandon pulled a Colt Single Action Army from his small trunk.

"Sure, why not." And Nikolai gave him the vial. "C'mon John, I heard they're moving out again." And they left for the control room, not before Brandon had broken the vial and consumed it's contents.


2 hours laters
"As soon as the train stops, everyone head for the Hostpital. They are supposed to be survivors there." Bill was tapping the city map, all the while explaining the movements the survivor rescue team should make. In the space of 2 hours, Nikolai had been out fitted in special tactical clothing, his M91 outfitted with a high-powered scope. He was going out to do a special task, save the living.

[LOgan]

:o

[Kommando]

Good story. It feels like spamming when writing this, but it will hopefully make you continue the story. Keep up the good work.

[LOgan]

Yeah I know what you mean Hank.

And now I'm doing it even more! Eek!

[Harrier]

Responses only make me move faster. :D

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The stale smell of the dead startled Nikolai. He had managed to catch some sleep, he was up all night last night. He adjusted his holster, as it was digging into his hip.

"God, who started this?" He said too himself.

His new home in Worden was next to the main line of the country. It went through almost every state from Maine to California, they were head to Missouri, more specifically, St. Louis. Survivors have been seen atop a hostpital, and that's where they had to go.

There was a group of 10 men, including Nikolai. All were outfitted in SWAT Blue and chest rigs. Most had shotguns-pump action, double barrel. Nikolai reached for his M91, but couldn't find it. It had been replaced with a Dragunov, or more accuratley a Romanian copy.

"Ah, even better." Nikolai reassured himself. "At least I still have my C-96."

The squeal of the train's brakes were loud, as the small car slowly came to a stop.

"Ok, everyone, just follow me." A man in the front stood up. "I've got a digital map, so I know where to go. First of all, find a car, we definitley aren't within walking distance."

The train stopped, and the door flung open. As everyone hopped out, Nikolai was almost knocked over by the insane stench. It must've been about 5 A.M, still dark. No one wasted any time, they found a large Ford F-150, and piled in. Nikolai set up his rifle on top of the cab, as did another fellow, set up his M60 on the tail gate.

As the speed it 50, and the motonous yellow lines flashed, the zombie hoardes revealed themselves. Most were out of the way,, but the driver took out any threats.

Once the sun came over the Urban jungle, the group saw the hostpital, the red cross still high above the ground. As they looked closer, there was a person on it.

"I see one!" Someone said, pointing at the cross.

Upon reaching the large parking lot, the roof could be seen being swarmed with zombies. The lone survivor had been cornered, no where to go.

"It's too late..." Nikolai told the driver. "The person's dead..."

The driver stopped, and fish-taled around, heading back to the train.

It was still sitting there, as it had when they left. Everyone boarded, slamming the door hard to signal the operator to start it up.

15 minutes past, still nothing.

"What the hell?" Someone was obviously freaked out. "I'm checking this out." With this, the man reached for the door. "Oh my god..."

"What, what?!"

"They're here!"

Zombie busted into the forward door, grabbing as many men as they could. The five farthest back got up against the rear door, and unleashed a hail of gunfire upon the zombies and they're now dead comrades. Nikolai unloaded his rifle, stopping to reload. Before he could grab a new mag, zombies broke through the back door, grabbing 3 more men. The man with the M60 was lucky, and mowed down the undead.

"C'mon, move!" He said as he climbed the ladder. Nikolai followed.

On their way to the engine car, they released all the cars behind it. The door to the cab swung open, and Nikolai fired off 3 well-placed rounds with his C-96. The two started looking at buttons, seeing which ones would get them moving.

"Ah, he it is." Nikolai said, pulling back a lever. The train started forward, and they went off.

15 hours later.

"I think we're almost there." Nikolai said to the man, but getting no response. "Hey, what's wrong?"

A moan just came out the stange guy.

Nikolai noticed a tear in the man's pant legs, bloodflowing from it. Without thinking, he picked up the M60 and peltted the soon-to-be-zombie.

The train was out of fuel, and low on batteries. So Nikolai dumped it. He realized where he was. The Worden HQ was just North, but there was a problem-he was on the wrong side of the fence, the electric fence. He'd have to go around.

After walking seemingly forever, Nikolai saw a break in the fence. He was overjoyed. He quickly ran through, and began his jog back to base. As he turned around the church, he saw a line of grey, decaying zombies. He reached for his SVD, and just sprayed the crowd as he ran around them. He dropped his empty rifle, and began firing with his pistol. He ran into a house, jammer a stripper clip into the breech of his weapon, letting it go forward with a clack. He looked out the window, and saw another church. Nikolai thought 'I think that's the church we were headed to.' He went out the back door, and hopped a fence. He was extremely fatigued now, as he had ran a straight 2 miles from the train.

He walked as fast aso possible, firing upon any zombie who, he felt, had gotten too close. He reached the street of the church, and made a sigh of relief. He opened the door, and locked it as it closed. He went up to the bell tower, and saw all across the town. It was getting darker, limiting vision.

"How am I supposed to tell them I'm here?" Nikolai asked himself.

He remembered his flares, and lit up. He tossed it as far he could, hoping to show his presence to the resistance. Over an hour passed, no one came.

By this time, the zombies were pounding on the door, Nikolai knew he was dead. He got up on th altar, and began praying to god. The door started cracking, and splintering, as moans became louder. Suddenly, the front of the crucific swung open, and someone pulled Nikolai in.

"Come on! Get in here!"

As soon as the flap closed, the door fell, and the zombies poured in.


"Thank you" Nikolai told the man "Thank you!"

They reached the control room, and Patricia ran up and grabbed Nikolai, holding him close.

"I thought you were dead." She said, crying.

"I thought I was, at one time, too." He told her. "I'm extremely tired, I need some sleep, ok?"

"Sure, go ahead" She said, letting Nikolai out of her death grip. "Oh, John's in the Infirmary, he's healing up."

Nikolai slowly opened the door to his room, and was hit with a familiar stench. He flicked on the light, and Brandon was sitting there, turned towards the wall.

"Jeez, have you heard of a shower?" Nikolai said to him.

Brandon just turned and moaned, he was gone. Nikolai was startled, and pulled out his handgun, but he was grabbed by the zombie. He pushed at its head, keeping the teeth away from him.

"Ahh! Get the hell of me me!" Nikolai yelled. It echoed in the hall. He pushed the zombie away, and brought up his pistol, and pulled the trigger. Click.

"~~~~!" Nikolai dropped his gun, and grabbd the Colt SAA laid upon the bed.

He pulled back the hammer, and pulled the trigger and the sights were laid over the zombie's head. A loud crack and strong recoil shocked Nikolai. He dropped his gun, and sat on the bed.

Paul was first in.

"What's wrong, Neekolai?" He asked, but Nikolai just sat there with hnis arms crossed, rocking back and forth, mumbling.

All Nikolai cold thin of was 'I manufactured Solanum and sold it. This mess was caused...by me...'

[LOgan]

Sexy.

[Harrier]

I will write the next part tomorrow, there's gonna be lot's of dead zombies, I'll tell you that.

[dwnmp3]

sweetness!!!

[LOgan]

Roger that!

[dwnmp3]

::zombie::

[Harrier]

I finally got around to finsishing the story. Sorry for any typos.

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The squeaking of the matress springs was overshadowed by the loud clank of metal and blaring of the alarm.

"They've gotten in!"

"John, where did he go?" Nikolai asked Paul "I need him to help."

Paul and Nikolai were just getting up to board up their hallway, the zombies decided it was the perfect infiltration point. An air compressor kicked on, the sound drowning out the moans and the clack of the nailgun. Nikolai handed up a board, and Paul quickly and messily nailed it to the wooden door frame.
The sound of gunfire was ever present, sending waves of deafening noise through the underground complex. Patricia ran up to Nikolai, startling him.

"I can't find John, I think he left the base." She said, wiping the sweat off her forehead.

"~~~~it, where did he go?" Nikolai tossed a board at the wall "He's never around when you need him."

A loud scream crawled through the boards. Blood began to pool up at the base of the doorway.

"They're here!" Paul barked, readying his Henry repeater.

It went silent. Not a noise was heard.
The boards exploded into sharp wooden splinters, sending chucks of wood everywhere. Paul cycled his rifle, and began suppressing the undead.

"Go, go! I'll hold 'em off!" He pushed Nikolai as he fired. "Head to the fire-elevator!"

The doors flew by as if they were insects on the highway. Nikolai's side hurt, his lungs were cold, his head pounded, yet he kept running. Patricia tried to keep up, but her legs wouldn't allow it.

"I can't go on, just go without me."
"What the hell?! No! We are both going to make it out of here! We did before, didn't we?!" Nikolai grabbed her arm, and kept running.

The heavy gauge steel of the control room door drew closer and closer, unable to stop. Nikolai ran into the door, falling to the ground. He lied there, wondering why. Why? Why did he cause this? Is there some higher power punishing him for his sins? He cocked his head back, only to the rotting flesh of the undead. One was munching of Paul's hairy arm. Unnaturla speed gripped Nikolai, and flung him up onto the door, and swung it open. The door slammed, the sound of the metal lock almost instantly after the door closed.
What was wrong here? There was no one in the control room. The computers were turned off, the projector screen showed static, a few TV's were busted, but not a soul to be seen. Nikolai handed Patricia his Colt SAA.

"It's a single action, you have to pull the hammer back." Nikolai grabbed the leg of a table and ripped it off.

"You're going to use a wooden table leg?!" Patricia was obviously worried.
The projector's static disappeared, and showed John, fumbling with a radio.

"Look's like you're in a bit of trouble." The speakers sounded off.
"John, what the hell are you doing?"
"Come on Nikolai, do you really think I wanted to be there with you right now?"

"What do you mean?"
"Why should I have to help you with your ridiculous ideas?" John strted fiddling with a small vial "This stuff is in pretty high demand you know?"

"What have you done John?" Patricia had an even more worried look.
"Yes, what have you done?! And what do you mean by 'Ridiculous ideas?' You supported me for 13 years!" Nikolai started to grip the table leg harder.

"Yes, I supported you, but it was in my best interests. Do you think I would help somone else make millions as I sat idly by, running menial tasks for him? No! I'm tired of this ~~~~! It's about time I got some recognition!" John's face was beginning to turn red.

"What do you mean by this?! Were you not my partner yesterday? My friend?"

"I found some true friends, willing to make my life easier, not harder, like you have." A small group of men could be seen behind John.

"Have you done something with my drugs?!" Nikolai barked at John, startling him.

"As a matter of fact, yes. My 'true' friends made me rich, buying off almost every single vial!"

"God no, please no..." Nikolai murmered under his own breath.

"What, can't deal with the fact your precious liquid is gone?" John was laughing at Nikolai.

"No, I can't deal with its effects." Nikolai began to smirk "You know those zombies outside my door?"

"Yes...?" John was dumbfounded by this question.

"Well appaerently" Nikolai started tapping the table leg in his open hand "The substance I made was something called Solanum."

"Solanum, what the hell is that?"

"Yeah, about the zombies. Solanum is what turns normal humans into zombies."

"What?!" John yelled, nearly blowing out the control room speakers.

Nikolai squinted at the screen. The figures behind John began to converge an John. A hand reached over John's shoulder and ahead bit into his neck. Blood sprayed over the camera, only allowing Nikolai and Patricia to hear John's agony.

More gunshots erupted as Bill backpedaled into the control room, holding down the trigger to an AR-15. 4 more people followed Bill, firing at the oncoming hoard with their shotguns. Nikolai got up behind one of the men and grabbed his Glock.

"Bill, Patty, follow me!" Nikolai pointed his gun toward the door in the back of the control room.

The firefight ensued. One after the other, Bill's bodyguard were getting mauled, their shotguns could only hold so much. Nikolai unlatched the door and pushed, but to no avail. He tried again, and rust flaked off, revealing a padlock on the other side. He raised the Glock and shot it off, openeing the door outside. Despite being attacked by a hoard of zombies inside, the smell of more undead nearly knocked Nikolai off his feet.

"Quick" Bill grabbed Nikolai and pulled him close "There's a pickup at the old barn to the south, but it's in the open. Think we can get to it?"

"Better to die trying, eh?" Nikolai unloaded the rest of his mag into the control room doorway.

Once again, Nikolai had to go for an all or nothing sprint. The 3 ran as fast as possible around zombies, debris and towards the barn. The red paint had became a peeling faded brown, but it still had the pickup right outside. It was a dream, they could possibly survive this.

Nikolai was winded when he jumped into the bed of the truck. Patricia got into the cab, and started up her magic.

"How long will this take?" Bill yelled, popping off a few shots "To hotwire this thing, I mean."

The zombies got ever closer, Bill and Nikolai dropping them constantly with their guns, stopping to reload every few seconds.

"Bring it on!" Nikolai yelled, slamming a new magazine into the Glock.
"Got it!" Patricia yelled, and she kicked into gear, slamming the accelerator with a lead foot.
Both Bill and Nikolai fell over, Bill landing on a large metal tank.

"What the hell?" Bill asked, rubbing his head. He surveyed the surface of the canister.
"Oh hell yeah!" Bill cheered.
"What, what?" Nikolai leaned over.

"It's an Oxy-Acetolene! Hell yeah!"

Bill, being the nerdy looking office guy, lifted the tank over his head and hurled it at a large group of zombies.

"See you in hell!" Bill took aim fired.

The bullet hit the tank, igniting the fuel and sending a large fireball into the sky, as well as metal into the air.
The smell of rotten flesh burning fueled Nikolai's emotions as he stood up and rattled off a few more shots.

"Eat it! Yeah!" He screamed, then all went blank.

"What, what happened?" Nikolai fumbled around, his vision blurry.

"You must have been hit by a chunk of metal." Bill told him.

The world became clear. The blue sky and pickup were replaced with a white ceiling and blue furniture.

"The truck overturned. Must have hit a car." Bill was at the window, smoking a cigarette.

"Where's Patricia?" Nikolai sat up, he was in a bed.

"I'm sorry Nikolai..." Bill took a long drag. "When the tuck overturned, we were swarmed. She...she didn't make it..."

The world went blurry again, as Nikolai's eye's glazed over.

"We must survive thiough, I'm sure that's what she would want, for you to live." Bill was cut off by the slamming of he door.

He stood there looking out the window, smoking his cigarette, then noticed some movement. The zombies had found some prey. He strained his neck to see to the far right.

"Oh ~~~~..." He said, grabbing his rifle.

Nikolai had gone out with his Glock. Showing no fear, he calmy walked toward the pack, and began unloading. The swarm caught up, he was soon englufed in a sea of undead. Amidst the moving corpses, a hand shot up, clutching something. Bill squinted at it.

"That son of a b-" Bill got cut off by the sound of an explosion.

Nikolai had gotten some imporvised explosive, and set it off, killing off the horde.

Bill was speechless. He collapsed in the corner, and stared at the door. IT began to move. The sound of thumping engulfed the room. Bill raised his rifle, and began firing through the door.

The hinges flew off the door allowing the undead through and into Bill's sight. The bolt locked, and he ejected the spent magazine. He reached into his pocket for another magazine, only to find nothing, and the darkness took him.

[OkeiDo]

This was a good story even though some parts went blurry for me when the describing was confusing.
So maybe that's the only thing you should improve. Keep it up man I would like to see more from you :).