lordLoss
07-05-2006, 01:25 PM
This is a story my brother wrote on the pc, and I always thought it was quite good.
(note: this story hasnt got much action in it, but please everyone must read the end.)
humans.
"###This is outpost five###, can anyone hear us?#### we need help fast#### target
##### we've been overrun #### help, I say again we need####"
The radio contact breaks with a scream.Strange how we laugh at these things in movies
and the like. But when it happens to us, we scream. Fragile humans. Shock. Pain. Fear.
And on these movies, the hero almost always wins. Zombies die. Evil guys get locked
away. All is good. But this isnt a movie. This is my story. And this story goes by real rules.
Nice people die. Horrible people live. Life. Real life. No games. Just life.
1
"DARREN! WAKE UP! WE GOTTA' MOVE COME ON!" Aww gimme a break, I was
dreaming. I get out of the sleeping bag and roll it up. It doesnt fit in the little bag. Figures.
I reach for my M3 shotgun, grab it and fumble with the loading mechanism. There seems
to be a wrapper stuck in it. after wasting three minutes on the wrapper I get up and meet
Carter in the field, next to our vehicle, a BMW 3 series. Hes leaning on the door, smoking,
his FN.49 inside the back seat. The rest of the guys in our shift are walking up to the car,
a nervous 'gitter' in their strides. Paul, Carter's brother with a Mac-10, he wont tell
anyone where he got it. And James, with his trusty Winchester. He kinda reminds me
of Father Grigori from the computer game Half life 2. Save the mad-russian priest
scene. For a matter of fact he is kinda mad....
"Scared?" I say to Carter, this was our first shift in four months, since Andy died.
"No,"
"Same" We are both terrified of corse. I get into the back seat and load my M3, getting
ready to shoot out of the window. Paul fumbles with the radio, trying to find the surviver
channel. Our 'base' is a large school, with high walls surrounding it. There are about fifty
of us here. We also have small outposts on farms and the like. Today outpost five (in a
windmill) was overrun. Our job is to see if anyone survived the imfected. Oh right, the
back story. It started months ago. Some strange cloud swept across Canada, turning
normal people into things. Not like humans. They attack you on sight. Eat you. Turn you
into one of them. Zombies. But zombies dont exist do they? So we call them the infected.
Carter starts up the car and we drive out of the compound (our nickname for HQ). The gate
is strange, noone knows how it works. We just press a button and it opens. No electrics.
We drive along dusty tracks and small highways, burnt out cars litter the main streets and
it makes trying to stay alive hard.
After a hard thirty minutes of driving we reach the outpost. No infected sighted so far.
The barrcades have been ripped open. Carter stays with the car as me and the others slowly
enter the building. Half eaten meals catch our eyes. we havnt eating since the day before.
It all looks so ordernary. Someone had been playing poker. And loosing by the look of it. I
look at the radio, trying to see if it still works when a shuffling noise breaks the silence. We
~~~~ our guns in the direction of the toilet. I nod to Paul to open the door. He does so. The
door creaks open. A dark figure jumps out onto Paul and knocks him to the ground. We cant
shoot in fear of hitting him. Paul' screams for-... wait a second.. that isnt screaming... is he?
Oh for gods sake its just a dog licking him.
"Oooh can we keep him please please pllleeeaaasssee?!!!" Paul says after checking the
dog for bites. Hmmm - and Paul is twenty four. Paul runs off back to the car with the dog, who
he named Milly. Sad man.
James and I resume to check out the rest of the windmill. We hear shuffling. Again. James
signals for me to advance up the stairs. My police training kicks in. There is a door at the top of
the spiral staircase. I reach to open it. But the thing on the other side beats me and smashes the
door down ontop of me, knocking me out. I can hear James' screams as the thing
attacks him.I hear no gunshots. The screaming ends with a horrible gurgling sound.
It's strange how the infected man doesnt attack me. Maybe he thinks I'm dead,
I think as i begin to regain my senses.
James is dead. I can tell because his head has been ripped off and his
eyes torn out.I grab my M3 and James' winchester and advance down the stairs,
trying not to look at his body. The infected thing is gone, and I can see Paul and
Carter stood still next to the car, their backs to me. I start to shout
when I realise this looks wrong. They arent moving.
2
After reaching the car I discover they arent infected, just shocked. Why? Because they can see roughly 300
infected swarming towards us.
"Hey guys what are yo-hoooly crap..."
"Mmmmhmmm..."
"Theres like.... hundereds of them"
"MMMHMMMM!"
"Uh, think we should get outa here?" Paul says.
"Nooo, lets just stay here and let them rip of to pieces." I always was good at being sarcastic.
The engine whines in protest as Carter races away from the windmill at 80mph. Seing their quarry
escaping the infected shuffle faster. Like that will help. Paul contacts the compound and informs them
of the incoming infected. It's Sarah in radio control today. Dumbest woman alive. If she wasnt so good
with guns we would of thrown her out long ago. It only takes twenty minutes to reach the compound, and
we are greated with grim faces and slaps on the back as we join the ranks on the walls. Lots of wise men
said the waiting is the hardest part of a great battle. I cant agree more. I sit down in a corner in the wall with
James, Sarah and Carter sat next to me. Carter puts a pot noodle on. I hate them things. Taste like crap.
"Everyone ok up there?" A small man with a .45 is shouting at us. The walls seem realy high up from the top.
"Yeah, want some pot noodle?"
"Dont go there..." the man says, clutching his stomach. Thank the lord for placing on this earth a man who agrees
with my hatred of pot noodle.
"I know, I'll get my laptop out," Carter says. Since when did he have a laptop?! We look on the internet for a bit,
checking out World News. The infected have pushed south in New York, and the survivers there are calling for help.
London is almost completly purged of the un-dead. Some good news there. We are about to go onto Newgrounds
but the siren interupts us. That means only one thing. The infected are coming.
3
"Infected sighted on the east flank. This is not a drill. All able bodied men and women to the walls. Arm yourselves!"
This is it. We dont stand a chance. Everyone knows this. You can see it in the eyes of the men and women. Some
people are constantly loading or polishing their weapons. Others just stare at the horde, as if they can kill them with
their gaze. The rest just lounge about. Paul is playing with his dog. Carter is silently crying. Hes only 18. I on the other-
hand, am sat down, chatting about the weather with Sarah. Ironicly, it starts to rain as I say how sunny it is. After hours
of waiting the snipers open fire. Every shot counts. I only have 28 shells for my M3. Carter says he hit 13 in the head.
The infected throw themselves on the wall, whilst the humans blast away at them. It seems like we've beaten them untill
someone spots a huge army of undead. Thousands of them. Although they cant scale the walls the gate is made out of
wood. They could easily break it in minutes. Now it really is hopeless. After killing the rest at the walls we reload and
begin to wait for the next attack. The one that will doom us all.
Helicopters. Fifty of them. Strafing the infected. wiping them out. We win the battle! And we survive. Sarah kisses me
full on in joy. I carry on dreaming, untill the sniper fire wakes me up. The horde is still there. And its getting closer. The few
children begin to get driven away to the city by those too old or sick to fight. The cars slowly dissapear into the distance as we
slowly realise we will die and theres nothing we can do about it.
4
We start shooting. Even though theres no point. We might aswell take as many down with us as possible. The force of the shotgun
soon starts to hurt my sholder. They are too dumb to attack the gate, they persist on making human ladders and try to climb up.
The few that make it up just get pushed off. Then, to everyones surprize, the gate slowly opens... And 3 men in a car drive away,
not shutting the gate. The fools. Now we will die faster than expected. Carter shoots the car and kills the driver with a lucky shot.
The infected soon feast on the occupants. The dead then move inside the compound, sweaping aside anyone foolish to stay on
the ground. I see a good friend of mine,Tony, getting eaten by five zombies as his AK-47 is still going off, hitting infected and survivers.
His screams urge me to do one last crazy thing.
I push past Sarah, who is slowly placing rounds from her glock into the horde, and race down the stairs, shooting or bashing any infected creature that gets in my way, till i get bogged down. My last words, "freedom" ring through the ears of the survivers, urging them to charge at the infected with so much rage that the devil him self would of turned tail and ran. My last sights, Carter taking his own life over the body of his older brother Paul, whos twitching on the ground, trying to reach out to Sarah, whos trying to drag a person out of the reach of zombies, next to a group of people getting ready to charge. Human beings. The most amazing things in the world. I see the tiny man, having wrestling match with a child zombie. I see two women in a shed, barracading the door. I see people dieing. I see heros being made. I see evil triumphing over good. I see the end.
(note: this story hasnt got much action in it, but please everyone must read the end.)
humans.
"###This is outpost five###, can anyone hear us?#### we need help fast#### target
##### we've been overrun #### help, I say again we need####"
The radio contact breaks with a scream.Strange how we laugh at these things in movies
and the like. But when it happens to us, we scream. Fragile humans. Shock. Pain. Fear.
And on these movies, the hero almost always wins. Zombies die. Evil guys get locked
away. All is good. But this isnt a movie. This is my story. And this story goes by real rules.
Nice people die. Horrible people live. Life. Real life. No games. Just life.
1
"DARREN! WAKE UP! WE GOTTA' MOVE COME ON!" Aww gimme a break, I was
dreaming. I get out of the sleeping bag and roll it up. It doesnt fit in the little bag. Figures.
I reach for my M3 shotgun, grab it and fumble with the loading mechanism. There seems
to be a wrapper stuck in it. after wasting three minutes on the wrapper I get up and meet
Carter in the field, next to our vehicle, a BMW 3 series. Hes leaning on the door, smoking,
his FN.49 inside the back seat. The rest of the guys in our shift are walking up to the car,
a nervous 'gitter' in their strides. Paul, Carter's brother with a Mac-10, he wont tell
anyone where he got it. And James, with his trusty Winchester. He kinda reminds me
of Father Grigori from the computer game Half life 2. Save the mad-russian priest
scene. For a matter of fact he is kinda mad....
"Scared?" I say to Carter, this was our first shift in four months, since Andy died.
"No,"
"Same" We are both terrified of corse. I get into the back seat and load my M3, getting
ready to shoot out of the window. Paul fumbles with the radio, trying to find the surviver
channel. Our 'base' is a large school, with high walls surrounding it. There are about fifty
of us here. We also have small outposts on farms and the like. Today outpost five (in a
windmill) was overrun. Our job is to see if anyone survived the imfected. Oh right, the
back story. It started months ago. Some strange cloud swept across Canada, turning
normal people into things. Not like humans. They attack you on sight. Eat you. Turn you
into one of them. Zombies. But zombies dont exist do they? So we call them the infected.
Carter starts up the car and we drive out of the compound (our nickname for HQ). The gate
is strange, noone knows how it works. We just press a button and it opens. No electrics.
We drive along dusty tracks and small highways, burnt out cars litter the main streets and
it makes trying to stay alive hard.
After a hard thirty minutes of driving we reach the outpost. No infected sighted so far.
The barrcades have been ripped open. Carter stays with the car as me and the others slowly
enter the building. Half eaten meals catch our eyes. we havnt eating since the day before.
It all looks so ordernary. Someone had been playing poker. And loosing by the look of it. I
look at the radio, trying to see if it still works when a shuffling noise breaks the silence. We
~~~~ our guns in the direction of the toilet. I nod to Paul to open the door. He does so. The
door creaks open. A dark figure jumps out onto Paul and knocks him to the ground. We cant
shoot in fear of hitting him. Paul' screams for-... wait a second.. that isnt screaming... is he?
Oh for gods sake its just a dog licking him.
"Oooh can we keep him please please pllleeeaaasssee?!!!" Paul says after checking the
dog for bites. Hmmm - and Paul is twenty four. Paul runs off back to the car with the dog, who
he named Milly. Sad man.
James and I resume to check out the rest of the windmill. We hear shuffling. Again. James
signals for me to advance up the stairs. My police training kicks in. There is a door at the top of
the spiral staircase. I reach to open it. But the thing on the other side beats me and smashes the
door down ontop of me, knocking me out. I can hear James' screams as the thing
attacks him.I hear no gunshots. The screaming ends with a horrible gurgling sound.
It's strange how the infected man doesnt attack me. Maybe he thinks I'm dead,
I think as i begin to regain my senses.
James is dead. I can tell because his head has been ripped off and his
eyes torn out.I grab my M3 and James' winchester and advance down the stairs,
trying not to look at his body. The infected thing is gone, and I can see Paul and
Carter stood still next to the car, their backs to me. I start to shout
when I realise this looks wrong. They arent moving.
2
After reaching the car I discover they arent infected, just shocked. Why? Because they can see roughly 300
infected swarming towards us.
"Hey guys what are yo-hoooly crap..."
"Mmmmhmmm..."
"Theres like.... hundereds of them"
"MMMHMMMM!"
"Uh, think we should get outa here?" Paul says.
"Nooo, lets just stay here and let them rip of to pieces." I always was good at being sarcastic.
The engine whines in protest as Carter races away from the windmill at 80mph. Seing their quarry
escaping the infected shuffle faster. Like that will help. Paul contacts the compound and informs them
of the incoming infected. It's Sarah in radio control today. Dumbest woman alive. If she wasnt so good
with guns we would of thrown her out long ago. It only takes twenty minutes to reach the compound, and
we are greated with grim faces and slaps on the back as we join the ranks on the walls. Lots of wise men
said the waiting is the hardest part of a great battle. I cant agree more. I sit down in a corner in the wall with
James, Sarah and Carter sat next to me. Carter puts a pot noodle on. I hate them things. Taste like crap.
"Everyone ok up there?" A small man with a .45 is shouting at us. The walls seem realy high up from the top.
"Yeah, want some pot noodle?"
"Dont go there..." the man says, clutching his stomach. Thank the lord for placing on this earth a man who agrees
with my hatred of pot noodle.
"I know, I'll get my laptop out," Carter says. Since when did he have a laptop?! We look on the internet for a bit,
checking out World News. The infected have pushed south in New York, and the survivers there are calling for help.
London is almost completly purged of the un-dead. Some good news there. We are about to go onto Newgrounds
but the siren interupts us. That means only one thing. The infected are coming.
3
"Infected sighted on the east flank. This is not a drill. All able bodied men and women to the walls. Arm yourselves!"
This is it. We dont stand a chance. Everyone knows this. You can see it in the eyes of the men and women. Some
people are constantly loading or polishing their weapons. Others just stare at the horde, as if they can kill them with
their gaze. The rest just lounge about. Paul is playing with his dog. Carter is silently crying. Hes only 18. I on the other-
hand, am sat down, chatting about the weather with Sarah. Ironicly, it starts to rain as I say how sunny it is. After hours
of waiting the snipers open fire. Every shot counts. I only have 28 shells for my M3. Carter says he hit 13 in the head.
The infected throw themselves on the wall, whilst the humans blast away at them. It seems like we've beaten them untill
someone spots a huge army of undead. Thousands of them. Although they cant scale the walls the gate is made out of
wood. They could easily break it in minutes. Now it really is hopeless. After killing the rest at the walls we reload and
begin to wait for the next attack. The one that will doom us all.
Helicopters. Fifty of them. Strafing the infected. wiping them out. We win the battle! And we survive. Sarah kisses me
full on in joy. I carry on dreaming, untill the sniper fire wakes me up. The horde is still there. And its getting closer. The few
children begin to get driven away to the city by those too old or sick to fight. The cars slowly dissapear into the distance as we
slowly realise we will die and theres nothing we can do about it.
4
We start shooting. Even though theres no point. We might aswell take as many down with us as possible. The force of the shotgun
soon starts to hurt my sholder. They are too dumb to attack the gate, they persist on making human ladders and try to climb up.
The few that make it up just get pushed off. Then, to everyones surprize, the gate slowly opens... And 3 men in a car drive away,
not shutting the gate. The fools. Now we will die faster than expected. Carter shoots the car and kills the driver with a lucky shot.
The infected soon feast on the occupants. The dead then move inside the compound, sweaping aside anyone foolish to stay on
the ground. I see a good friend of mine,Tony, getting eaten by five zombies as his AK-47 is still going off, hitting infected and survivers.
His screams urge me to do one last crazy thing.
I push past Sarah, who is slowly placing rounds from her glock into the horde, and race down the stairs, shooting or bashing any infected creature that gets in my way, till i get bogged down. My last words, "freedom" ring through the ears of the survivers, urging them to charge at the infected with so much rage that the devil him self would of turned tail and ran. My last sights, Carter taking his own life over the body of his older brother Paul, whos twitching on the ground, trying to reach out to Sarah, whos trying to drag a person out of the reach of zombies, next to a group of people getting ready to charge. Human beings. The most amazing things in the world. I see the tiny man, having wrestling match with a child zombie. I see two women in a shed, barracading the door. I see people dieing. I see heros being made. I see evil triumphing over good. I see the end.