SilenzXE
03-06-2009, 03:03 AM
.:|CHAPTER 1|:.
-{Outbreak}-
It was a dark night. Nigel Everat was driving around the city, on his way home when he heard it, a long pained moan. It was coming from the back of a dark alley. He got his torch from his car and headed off down the alley. It was even darker here then on the street. There were even more moans now, coming from in front of him. Nigel grasped the grip of his FN Five-Seven. He was not an idiot. Numerous moans could not mean anything good. He was way out of his depth. He had just made the decision to retreat, when he noticed that the moans were not just in front of him. They were coming from everywhere. He drew his gun just as a man appeared in his torch light. He noticed several odd things about him.
First, his clothes were tattered and there was blood in several places. He could see his organs poking out in places on his skin... or where it was supposed to be...
No one would go on to the streets looking like this.
Second, he was limping towards Nigel moaning loudly. And as he realized these things, his torch went out. People living near this area report that they heard a few shots fired off and screaming the next day. The police figured that their officer had been attacked by druggies, as they were thick in that part of the city. They could not have been more wrong. The zombie invasion had begun.
The next day...
12:00 AM
I came home one day to find my mother in my parents room. Yeah, right... more like all over it. Blood was all over the place, with her limbs and body on the double bed, with my dad crouched over her corpse. He looked like some crazy zombie out of Dawn of the Dead had taken a bite out of him... multiple bites really. I could see a bit of his brain poking through his head and his intestines had fallen out of his lower torso. They looked like they had been nibbled. No, screw that, they looked like several... things... had torn his guts out and started to eat as if it was an all-you-can-eat buffet.
Wait... hang on... he should be dead! I thought to myself.
I could tell something was up. And if that wasn't enough, he was eating my mothers toes with apparent gusto. I looked at her face, she looked like in the final milliseconds of life she had screamed real loud.
Suddenly, what was left of my dad's head exploded, showering me with gooey brainy stuff... and leaving me with the refreshing smell of blood.
Behind me, was my sister, Evee.
She was wearing her customary black hoody. Her black, short hair was matted, as if she had just awoken. She was wearing baggy camo trousers, and the Desert Eagle's barrel she was wielding was still smoking
"I had a feeling my boyfriends gun would be useful for something... someday." My tom-boy of a sister said.
"Well, I guess I must thank you for ending dad's gluttony. If you hadn't I would have been next." I said.
Evee stared at me. "What now?" She asked, curiously.
"I have a shower." I said. I wasn't joking. My father's brain had begun to rot a while ago, for it was the middle of summer, and humidity was high.
"Yes Rachael, go have a shower before your stink forces we to waste you." She said this lightly, with a smile.
I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. The damage to my hair wasn't too bad... it still was blonde and long, and my face which many had referred to as "Cute" was fine... not that I really cared. I didn't really care much for my looks. As long as my friends respected and liked me for who I was I didn't really mind how I looked.
I enjoyed the shower immensely and after, discussed with Evee what we should do now.
"What shall we do now?" Evee asked.
I was 2 years older than her, I was 20. So she looked up to me to get us out of this mess.
"Well... this cannot be isolated. I bet it's happening all over Sydney. Right now. We should head down to the police station and grab a few guns." I said. "But before that, go get that bag you took to camp last year... it could be useful to carry stuff in. And search the house for ammo, dad could have left some in the house somewhere."
"Sure." She said as she rushed off to find her camp bag. "Camp bag" is a loose term. Duffel bag is closer to the truth.
On searching the house we found these things:
Useful Items
Screwdriver
Hammer (Barricade's anyone?)
100 Nails (In a plastic box for safety.)
Weapons
Füri knives (Ultra-sharp high quality chef knives)
D. Eagle
Beretta 92
Ammo
6 bullets and 2 clip's for the DE
0 bullets and 0 clip's for the Beretta
Knife sharpener
"This isn't good enough" I said. "I'm going for a more thorough search of the house"
I found what I was looking for quite quickly. I found a shoe box saying "PC Maintenance" Inside were a few porno magazines. I wrinkled my nose in disgust and underneath...
... were 4 full clips for the Beretta! Neat!
I quickly returned to the lounge to a smiling Evee. She was holding a portable radio, obviously for alerting the military to their presence if need be. I deposited my clips in to the duffel bag and that's when it hit me.
We forgot the FOOD!!!
Of all the things we needed it was FOOD. And we nearly FORGOT it! Quickly racing to the kitchen, with the duffel bag of course, I found a large bottle of Coke, and 3 cans of Asahi beer for myself. I also found six 1 litre bottles of water. And after raiding the cupboards, found a large bag Chocolate Fudge Biscuits (nice), 3 large packets of Sour Cream and Onion crisps, and 1 plain. There was also a tin of our family's beloved Milo and 2 large tins of tea (we liked to be well stocked... shopping not among our family's favorite things).
We added these to our bag:
Supplies
One 2 litre bottle of coke
3 Cans of Asahi beer
Six 1 litre bottles of water
1 Kilo of Chocolate Fudge Biscuits (lots)
4 Packets of crisps (total)
One 2 Kilo tin of Milo
Two 3 Kilo tin's of Tea
"Right. We should set off before it's night. The Zombies will be out in force at that time." I said.
And with that, we set off for the Police Station...
To be continued...
NEXT CHAPTER... CHAPTER 2: Containment
-{Outbreak}-
It was a dark night. Nigel Everat was driving around the city, on his way home when he heard it, a long pained moan. It was coming from the back of a dark alley. He got his torch from his car and headed off down the alley. It was even darker here then on the street. There were even more moans now, coming from in front of him. Nigel grasped the grip of his FN Five-Seven. He was not an idiot. Numerous moans could not mean anything good. He was way out of his depth. He had just made the decision to retreat, when he noticed that the moans were not just in front of him. They were coming from everywhere. He drew his gun just as a man appeared in his torch light. He noticed several odd things about him.
First, his clothes were tattered and there was blood in several places. He could see his organs poking out in places on his skin... or where it was supposed to be...
No one would go on to the streets looking like this.
Second, he was limping towards Nigel moaning loudly. And as he realized these things, his torch went out. People living near this area report that they heard a few shots fired off and screaming the next day. The police figured that their officer had been attacked by druggies, as they were thick in that part of the city. They could not have been more wrong. The zombie invasion had begun.
The next day...
12:00 AM
I came home one day to find my mother in my parents room. Yeah, right... more like all over it. Blood was all over the place, with her limbs and body on the double bed, with my dad crouched over her corpse. He looked like some crazy zombie out of Dawn of the Dead had taken a bite out of him... multiple bites really. I could see a bit of his brain poking through his head and his intestines had fallen out of his lower torso. They looked like they had been nibbled. No, screw that, they looked like several... things... had torn his guts out and started to eat as if it was an all-you-can-eat buffet.
Wait... hang on... he should be dead! I thought to myself.
I could tell something was up. And if that wasn't enough, he was eating my mothers toes with apparent gusto. I looked at her face, she looked like in the final milliseconds of life she had screamed real loud.
Suddenly, what was left of my dad's head exploded, showering me with gooey brainy stuff... and leaving me with the refreshing smell of blood.
Behind me, was my sister, Evee.
She was wearing her customary black hoody. Her black, short hair was matted, as if she had just awoken. She was wearing baggy camo trousers, and the Desert Eagle's barrel she was wielding was still smoking
"I had a feeling my boyfriends gun would be useful for something... someday." My tom-boy of a sister said.
"Well, I guess I must thank you for ending dad's gluttony. If you hadn't I would have been next." I said.
Evee stared at me. "What now?" She asked, curiously.
"I have a shower." I said. I wasn't joking. My father's brain had begun to rot a while ago, for it was the middle of summer, and humidity was high.
"Yes Rachael, go have a shower before your stink forces we to waste you." She said this lightly, with a smile.
I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. The damage to my hair wasn't too bad... it still was blonde and long, and my face which many had referred to as "Cute" was fine... not that I really cared. I didn't really care much for my looks. As long as my friends respected and liked me for who I was I didn't really mind how I looked.
I enjoyed the shower immensely and after, discussed with Evee what we should do now.
"What shall we do now?" Evee asked.
I was 2 years older than her, I was 20. So she looked up to me to get us out of this mess.
"Well... this cannot be isolated. I bet it's happening all over Sydney. Right now. We should head down to the police station and grab a few guns." I said. "But before that, go get that bag you took to camp last year... it could be useful to carry stuff in. And search the house for ammo, dad could have left some in the house somewhere."
"Sure." She said as she rushed off to find her camp bag. "Camp bag" is a loose term. Duffel bag is closer to the truth.
On searching the house we found these things:
Useful Items
Screwdriver
Hammer (Barricade's anyone?)
100 Nails (In a plastic box for safety.)
Weapons
Füri knives (Ultra-sharp high quality chef knives)
D. Eagle
Beretta 92
Ammo
6 bullets and 2 clip's for the DE
0 bullets and 0 clip's for the Beretta
Knife sharpener
"This isn't good enough" I said. "I'm going for a more thorough search of the house"
I found what I was looking for quite quickly. I found a shoe box saying "PC Maintenance" Inside were a few porno magazines. I wrinkled my nose in disgust and underneath...
... were 4 full clips for the Beretta! Neat!
I quickly returned to the lounge to a smiling Evee. She was holding a portable radio, obviously for alerting the military to their presence if need be. I deposited my clips in to the duffel bag and that's when it hit me.
We forgot the FOOD!!!
Of all the things we needed it was FOOD. And we nearly FORGOT it! Quickly racing to the kitchen, with the duffel bag of course, I found a large bottle of Coke, and 3 cans of Asahi beer for myself. I also found six 1 litre bottles of water. And after raiding the cupboards, found a large bag Chocolate Fudge Biscuits (nice), 3 large packets of Sour Cream and Onion crisps, and 1 plain. There was also a tin of our family's beloved Milo and 2 large tins of tea (we liked to be well stocked... shopping not among our family's favorite things).
We added these to our bag:
Supplies
One 2 litre bottle of coke
3 Cans of Asahi beer
Six 1 litre bottles of water
1 Kilo of Chocolate Fudge Biscuits (lots)
4 Packets of crisps (total)
One 2 Kilo tin of Milo
Two 3 Kilo tin's of Tea
"Right. We should set off before it's night. The Zombies will be out in force at that time." I said.
And with that, we set off for the Police Station...
To be continued...
NEXT CHAPTER... CHAPTER 2: Containment