Bad Brains

[LOgan]

Ok, here's the deal. I'll write a bit, and leave the story open to a number of options.

You then post and decide what happens next by choosing one of the options at the end of each installment.

I don't know what's going to happen and I don't have any story in mind, so it's all down to your decisions.

Part 1 i

You slowly open your eyes, everything is dark, at first. Then the light hits you as your eyes begin to adjust, it's a blinding, searing pain that brings water to your eyes and you have to close them for fear of blood coming next!

Slowly, bit by bit, you open them. Allowing for a few seconds to let your eyes deal with this blinding light.

As you regain focus, you realise the "bright light" was actually seeping in through a small gap in the curtains from the window on your right, and it wasn't bright at all, you struggle to make out the shapes in the room. You struggle even harder to remember where you are, or even how you got there.


You notice that you're lying down, perhaps sitting up would help re-orientate your senses. as you do so, you feel a cold breeze against your back. Looking down you see yourself wearing what can only be described as a dress with an open back. How fashionable, you mutter to yourself.
You see the bed you're lying in, it is white, with a clipboard attached to the lower rail. You reach over and unhook it from it's resting place.

You stare intently at the paper but your vision is too blurred to make any sense of it, and you hang it back in it's place.



You swing your legs over the side of the bed and brace your hands against the matress, in preperation. Hoisting yourself upwards you suddenly become very dizzy and slump back on the bed in case you pass out. The room is spinning and you begin to panic. Where am I? What am I doing here, and how did I get here?

Too many questions and not enough answers.


Attempting to stand up again, you begin to stumble over to a door parallel with the side of the bed, clutching onto anything nearby to keep your balance.
As you push open the door a foul and rancid smell hits you in the face like a shovel of faeces.

Looking around the gloomy room you realise it is, or was, a bathroom. The drains had long since backed up and the floor looked slimy and putrid.

You close the door and cover your mouth, the stench is beyond belief.

Your eyes are beginning to clear up, and you can make out a slice of light penetrating underneath the door on the opposite side of the room. As you hobble over to this new door you hear a faint sound, almost like a scream, in the distance.
Opening the door and you are once again hit by a rancid smell, this one however, is different from rotting faeces. This is an altogether different and more horrific smell than before, it wasn't as strong but you could tell.. it was the stench of death.

As you step through the door, you can feel a howling wind racing down the long white corridors, rattling stretchers and slamming doors. As you look left and right it dawns on you that you're in a hospital. But why? And what was going on here?! Just as you begin to panic, you hear the sound again, a scream. Not a regular scream, the kind you'd hear at the movies or in jest; but a more urgent, insistent scream. The fear and panic travelled with the sound and you knew you had to move quickly.



Looking left you see a set of double doors with a glass pane set into them, allowing you a glimpse of another corridor beyond the doors. It looked empty and deserted. Except for a few flickering lights casting eerie shadows, or was that a man standing there, rocking back and forth so slowly?

Looking right you can see a chaotic scene, tables and chairs of a waiting room and reception area are overturned and damaged. Papers and files are scattered all over the floor. You can just make out the open doors of the elevator, although the actual elevator itself didn't appear to be there.

Which way should you go?

Left or Right?

[acehigh]

carp.........

[LOgan]

Hahah - don't get all pissed off because I moaned at you. I am trying to help.

You were overlooked for PT because people think you are from Russia or something, I don't want you to be held back because you don't want to make a proper post.

Let's just be friends.

[xxxrobxxx]

right! :lol:

[p-auraae]

When he was trying to go right the man was going against him trying to bit him he holded hes neck and saw that he had blood around hes mouth had a pen in one of hes eyes and had almost the whole face torned up he screamed and was trying to pull the thing away from him self after some strangling he managed to pull the thing of him and down the elivator and saw that the thing got hes head cracked to peaces oh my good he sayd what the hell is going on when trying to get hes breath back the elivator beginned to work and was comming up.


now some others say the story further :P

[Harrier]

Dude, first of all, punctuation is your best friend. Second, that's not what he meant. What you do is answer 'left or right?' and since Rob said right, Logan will advance the story, taking a right. You'd get different results if you went left, however.

[BoguS]

he flew away like a birdy!

[LOgan]

You stand there, propped up against the door frame, looking around you and trying to take in all the information bombarding your head.

If this was a hospital, where were the doctors, the nurses.. the patients?

In an emergency or time of catastrophe, the hospital is the busiest place, it's where all the sick and the injured are cared for and brought back to health.
This.. place, was deserted. The only sounds you can hear sound distorted and hollow. Along with the blurred vision, and the foul stench of death clouding your remaining senses - you are pretty ~~~~ed incapable of doing just about anything.

And you know it.


Panic hits you and you brace yourself against the wall and slowly shuffle towards the reception. Emergency lights flicker and the occasionally the main lights begin to power up, and fail just as suddenly. Almost as if someone were trying to return power to the building, the block, or maybe even the whole city.
It didn't make much difference to you anyway, your eyes so useless and fragile that light or no light, you wouldn't be able to make out anything further than 10 metres away. Not to mention everytime the flueorescant lamps begin to power up the dull yellow light feels like daggers stabbing at your eyes, sending sharp and painful shocks to your brain, forcing your eyelids closed - although that did little to help the searing pain, which only relented when the lights fizzled out and plunged the building into semi-darkness. It could only have been 20 metres from the room you awoke in to the reception area, but it took at least 10 minutes to hobble there, hunched over, and supported by the wall.

The chaos and mayhem that greeted you was out of this world. It looked like someone had used a chainsaw to dismember a pig. The walls were layered with red splatches, all dripping down and streaking the white walls - contrasting them even further. Your mind rushed to find an answer to the questions you were asking yourself.

Maybe it was a prank? A prank that went wrong and the hospital had to be evactuated. Maybe.

Perhaps it was a protest? Those hippies always were getting in the way of the corporate machine, ~~~~ them.

The red covered walls still looked like paint through your eyes, and your mind was quite happy to believe it was, rather than face up to a reality that was far, far worse than any hippy could create.


As you finally get to the corner you stop, exhausted. And begin to take in your new surroundings.

To your left there is a corridor leading, somewhere.. And on your right lies the reception desk, and just beyond it another corridor. The desk wasn't important looking enough to have been the main reception, and you realised this couldn't have been the ground floor.
Papers and notes were scattered all over the floor, some smeared with red whilst others appeared to have shoe prints on them, occaisionally you'd see a hand print on the walls, or the floor, but your vision is still too blurred to tell for sure.

Looking straight ahead you can make out the elevator shaft, a howling wind rattles the powerful cables within the steel tunnel and the sound reverberates loudly. Although it seems to just blend in with all the other sounds you are, or assume you are, hearing. Barely human moans seem to be coming from all around, as if tearing through bricks and mortar and finding their way to your ears. There is still a painful ringing that remains to torture your senses further.

A door behind the reception catches your eye for some reason and you move towards it. The door is unlocked and partly open, and you push it with as much strength as you can muster, yet it opens slowly - as if it were a medieval castle door. It dawned on you just how weak you still were.

Looking inside, and it was almost too dark to see anything. You could determine that it was a storage cupboard though, probably used for keeping common medicines and hospital equipment used on a daily basis. You reach up to the top shelf and pull down a white coat. Looking at the lowest shelf you see a pair of janitors black ankle high boots.

You slump down and begin to put on your newly found clothing.

It takes all your stength and resolve to stand back up again. Cursing to yourself, you vow not to sit down in the near future.

As you stagger out of the cupboard, you are suddenly very aware of the need to leave here, now.

Grabbing out for the reception desk you hobble towards the corridor on the right, bracing against walls, stumbling into tipped over chairs and coffee tables.

You're not sure why but you get the urge to look behind you. Creaking your neck around, you suddenly forget all your ills.
Standing not 10 metres away is a .. a man. Except half his head is missing, what remains is an eye, an ear, and a mouth (which is missing it's fair share of teeth). The man is covered in blood, both dried and fresh.

Trying to vocalise a scream, you are unable to make a sound.
Sensing your panic the man lets out a terrible moan, a plea for mercy and a cry of rage rolled into one. And he begins to move, towards you.

Panic is at your door once again, and you turn back towards the corridor to try and out-shuffle this deformed freak. As you clamp your hand on the corner of the wall, you hear another moan, this one much louder.. much closer.

A bloodied hand lands on yours and what looked like a doctor hobbled round the corner, still pinning your hand to the wall. He let out another moan, and the man behind you replied with another.

The doctor looked moderately normal compared to the freak closing in on you. His head was intact, but his right arm was cut off at the elbow, and either it had been cauterised or he had run out of blood because.. well, there was no blood seeping from the wound.

Once again you try to scream at these foul bastards. And once again you can't make a sound. You can just make out the thudding of the man's footsteps behind you, his vocalisations getting louder and more urgent. The doctor was trying to stumble over a chair, as well as pin your hand to the wall, which seemed to be causing him much trouble.
The air seemed to be getting thicker, and your vision grew darker in the panic. All the sounds, the ringing in your ears, te moans, the gunfire.. all built up together to create a, hang on! Gunfire!

Your mind raced with thoughts now, of rescue, of answers, of hope.

In a final, last ditch effort, you summon up all your strength and with every last ounce of anger and fear in your buckled frame, you send a massive haymaker into the side of the doctors face.

His head, literally, explodes. Covering you in a thick, lumpy liquid, similar to blood. But it was as if the whole body had suffered massive clots.

The hand went limp and the body fell to the ground.

Suddenly, you begin to laugh to yourself. This is ridiculous, surely, this must be a dream. Nothing could be this bizarre.

Then the man behind you placed his hands upon your shoulder, and you knew this was real. His grasp was strong and unrelenting.
Once again you tried to throw a punch, but you couldn't turn, his grip was too firm.

The lights began to flicker on, and the light burst out from the lamps into every corner of the room, blinding you instantly. The man let out a hideous scream - it seems as if he was affected by the bright lights as much as you were..

His grip released and you stumbled forward, almost runing, hands out in front and eyes closed tight.

You hit something solid, a door, perhaps. Fumbling about, looking for the door handle you finally locate it and try to turn it. It feels locked but you know it's due to your lack of strength, which is even lower now after the exertions of the previous minutes.

Gripping the spherical hande you twist with all your might, and it begins to move.
Further and closer to the point of opening. Almost there, and the lights flicker and die once more. The emergency back up lighting kicking in almost instantly, and lighting the place up in the now familiar subtle glow.

The man was regaining his senses as fast as you were yours. And you knew you had to hurry.

His moaning became louder and he shuffled past the body of the doctor.

Just a little bit more, and the door opens with a loud *click*. You push it open burst through into the stairwell, which is dark and gloomy. With only one emergency light on each level, it is difficult to see anything at all.
You slam the door behind you and lean against it, catching your breath.

Suddenly you don't feel so alone. Looking down the stairwell you can make out the silhouttes of at least twenty, no maybe thrity people shuffling up the stairs and trampling over each other to get up first.

You look up, it seems clear. And you begin to move.







The fire door to the roof burst open and you get your first glimpse of the outside world for god knows how long.

The sky is painted a bright orange, with streaks of yellow and red. Is this morning or evening? You look for the sun but it is hidden by the tall buildings surrounding the hospital. Office blocks and high rises, all blurring into one massive lump of grey. Ahead of you is a large red cross supported by many strips of thin metal, all bolted together and ready to stand as a beacon to the duty of saving life. That idea semed preposterous now..

You try to close the door behind you, but hospital safety inspectors had long since made that impossible, and you settle for a chair wedged against the door handle. there were a number of chairs and a small bucket filled with sand out here, seems the staff couldn't resist a cigarette or three.

The moaning from within the stairwell was getting loud, and you knew it was time to move. To try and escape this nightmare.

Stumbling forward, covering your eyes as they slowly tried to adjust to this dim outside light, you head towards the edge of the roof, hoping to find a fire escape or a ladder down to the ground.

As you get to the edge, you look down onto a long strecth of road, and a trail of dust kicking up from it in the distance. Straining your eyes you can just make out a car moving down the road. Waving your arms frantically you try to signal to the driver.

Just then the fire door burst open once more and a swarm of deformed and ragged bodies milled out onto the roof. Finding your lungs at last you scream out to the car, hoping they'd hear you from so far away. Although you weren't sure whether you were making any sound or not, your mind made you believe you were.

Turning towards the group of people, they presented a foul brood. Limbs and faces missing, or deformed. Clothes tattered and torn, ripped and removed.

The sound of all these people combined was one of abject horror. They seemed to be calling to you, beckoning you closer. You tried to resist, you start off towards the far side of the roof, you can just make out a ventialtion unit, reasonably big, maybe you could get into it somehow. Or maybe the fire escape you need so badly was on that side of the roof.

Looking over your shoulder you see the car turning around and leaving you, to die, in this godforsaken hospital from the depths hell itself.

You begin moving, but your leg is biting at you, a stinging pain from your right thigh curses your every step.

No time to think about that now, must keep moving..



Straight ahead is the ventilation unit. If you can get inside, it'll take you back into the bowels of the hospital.

To your right is the edge of the building, you don't know if the fire escape is there or not, and there isn't time to get it wrong.

On your left is the horde of deformed men and women, doctors and nurses, patients and janitors. Getting closer, with every second that passes.

Behind you is the front of the hospital, the giant red cross and the fleeing car. There didn't seem to be a way down from here.



Ahead, Right or Behind?

[xxxrobxxx]

right! :lol:

[LOgan]

Haha! You're just looking for trouble! :P

[xxxrobxxx]

Originally posted by LOgan@Jul 1 2005, 04:57 PM
Haha! You're just looking for trouble! :P
Quoted post


sssh ^_^

[Kommando]

Good story.

[EatMyBalls]

He wipes his eyes and he saw zombies but he found a ak-47 a colt a grenade a shotgun first he picks up the grenade gets away and throws the grenade in the zombies and gibs came out as he puts the colt in his pocket, the shotgun in his back and ak-47 aiming to kill zombies.




as he goes outside infront of him in a military camp and humans running to the military camp he dashes over there and faster than a speeding waistbang warrior (from captain underpants) and he made it let all the survivors in but left some to get eaten because theres no time left and he locks it up and the undead bang against the rails as army men said


ARMY:Welcome everyone who brought guns here must put em over to my position and well give you body armor tim had 3 choices



Should he give it to the army man, put it in gunzone or hide em?

[xxxrobxxx]

Originally posted by EatMyBalls@Jul 3 2005, 03:39 PM
He wipes his eyes and he saw zombies but he found a ak-47 a colt a grenade a shotgun first he picks up the grenade gets away and throws the grenade in the zombies and gibs came out as he puts the colt in his pocket, the shotgun in his back and ak-47 aiming to kill zombies.




as he goes outside infront of him in a military camp and humans running to the military camp he dashes over there and faster than a speeding waistbang warrior (from captain underpants) and he made it let all the survivors in but left some to get eaten because theres no time left and he locks it up and the undead bang against the rails as army men said


ARMY:Welcome everyone who brought guns here must put em over to my position and well give you body armor tim had 3 choices



Should he give it to the army man, put it in gunzne or hide em?
Quoted post



When he was trying to go right the man was going against him trying to bit him he holded hes neck and saw that he had blood around hes mouth had a pen in one of hes eyes and had almost the whole face torned up he screamed and was trying to pull the thing away from him self after some strangling he managed to pull the thing of him and down the elivator and saw that the thing got hes head cracked to peaces oh my good he sayd what the hell is going on when trying to get hes breath back the elivator beginned to work and was comming up.


now some others say the story further


what are you, stupid? you need to say left or right or... not continue the story!
*sheesh*

[LOgan]

Ok, here's the deal. I'll write a bit, and leave the story open to a number of options.

You then post and decide what happens next by choosing one of the options at the end of each installment.

[LOgan]

Seeing as rob is the only one who seems to understand the principle, and wants to make a choice on which way to go.. we're going right again!


Part 1 iii



You glance to your left as you begin moving towards the egde of the hospital roof, praying that there is a way down. And praying even harder, to a God you don't even believe in, that these monsters don't catch up with you.

With only a few meters to go you look over your shoulder to check on your pursuers. They've caught up ground fast, and are almost on top of you.

As you approach the edge you can make out the roof of another building, built up against the hospital. Possibly the ambulance garage, you think to yourself. Secretly hoping you find someone inside who can help. Your thigh feels like it is on fire, but there's no time to worry about that now.


You look over the side of the roof. Nothing. No fire escape, no ladder, no drainpipe. It's only a 4 or 5 meter drop, you mutter as you consider the options.
Looking over you shoulder and your options are reduced instantly - the creatures are almost on top of you, there's so many of them they have created a semi-circle around you - there's nowhere to go.

You ease yourself over the edge of the building and hang by your hands, your grip weakening with every passing second.

As you are about to let go and plummet to the roof below, a decaying hand locks onto your wrist, preventing you from going anywhere. You look up at it's foul face, the thing had only one eye left in it's socket. The other hung loosely from nerves and veins. It's skin was shriveleld and dry, infection appeared all over it - rashes and open wounds combined to provide a truly unimaginable sight of death, decay, and destruction.

You braced your feet against the walls and pushed away, as if you were fast-roping down the side of the building. The monsterous being couldn't support it's own weight, let alone yours, and it came tumbling down after you. Landing with a soft crunching sound. Your feet were the first to hit the roof, followed shortly by everything else as you collapsed in agony. Clutching at your thigh, the sharp burning streaks of pain brought a tear to your eyes.

Regaining your breath you look to your side... whatever these things were their bodies weren't as strong or supple as your own:

It's head had taken the brunt of the fall, and caved in under the weight of it's rotten frame. It must have landed on it's side because the rib cage had opened and the remnants of what used to be organs were seeping out, blackened and distorted. No longer human, and well beyond dead.

Gathering your senses you try to get up, but rolling over onto your back you get your first glimpse at the rest of the group still atop the hospital. They were clambering down in much the same fashion as he had done. First one fell, cracking it's legs at the base of the pelvis, and smashing it's arm under it's bodyweight as it landed haphazardly on the solid concrete of the roof. Then another, stumbled off and came crashing down head first, sending it's vile grey brain matter and pieces of skull scattering arounf teh perimeter of it's crumpled frame.

To your horror, the one with the broken legs and arm began to claw at the concrete roof, grabbing at it and pulling itself towards you. You look around in a state of panic, and try to pull yourself to your feet. Your right hand is still clenched and you can feel your nails digging into flesh, but feeling no pain you look down, fully expecting to see a mangled hand, no longer of any use to you. Luckily, you suppose, you still have hold of the monsters hand, which had come cleanly off at the wrist as you and it crashed onto the roof only minutes before.
The fingernails were shrivelled and warped, cracked and torn. Blood and flesh were trapped underneath. The colour was a putrid yellow, mixed with a pale white and a rotten brown. There was no mistaking that whatever these things were, they weren't human anymore.

Snapping out of your fascination with this morbid item, you can see the mangled body moving, crawling, clawing closer to you.
You leg feels broken, the burning had returned now, and it was more intense than ever.

Looking towards the back of the building, you can make out a fire escape on the side of a building opposite. Maybe you could jump across. You begin stumbling, falling, and half crawling your way towards the fire escape, you were hit by panic as you realised there was no way you were going to be able to jump across, but there was no hope in turning back - as there was no way off the roof except the way you were going.

You look behind you, the mangled creature was still following you, but the group on the higher roof had disappeared, but where to..?


As you get to the edge you once more look over expecting the worst, but you're in luck: a group of old hospital matresses have been laid against the wall. If you drop off the edge you could land on them, and not do yourself much damage.

You shuffle over and grip hold of the edge, your fingers so weak and numb that as soon as you were over, they lost their hold and you tumble down into the stack of old matresses.

You lie there for a brief moment - regaining your senses and trying to move your leg, the burning was at it's most powerful now. Stinging and slashing at your nerves, and you could feel it in your very soul.

Unable to move, you decided now was as good a time as any to inspect the damage.
Unbuttoning the white doctors coat and pulling aside your hospital issue "dress", you are taken aback by what you see.

Teeth marks. Whatever had bitten you had broken the flesh, but the bleeding had stopped by now. Yet the pain continued.


Buttoning the coat back up you look above you to see the creature which had been chasing you was now reluctant to do itself further damage by dropping from a second roof, it simply clawed and hissed at you.

You look up at the sky, the bright red had been replaced by a dark grey. Night would be here soon, you thought to yourself. You'd have to find somewhere to hole up for the night, you couldn't try and escape the city before you took care of the pain in your leg. It limited your movement dramatically.

Across the alley was an open fire door, smeared in blood and riddled with bullet holes, it was dark inside.

To the left, was a locked door, probably an exit from the hospital, did you really want to go back inside there..?

To the right, you could make out a street, a few abandoned cars and flickering streetlights.


Left, Right, or Ahead.






[There'll be some real choices soon]

[dwnmp3]

Ahead ::zombie::

[{bread} cruton]

Originally posted by dwnmp3@Jul 9 2005, 03:09 PM
Ahead ::zombie::
Quoted post



YEAH! I want to see this continue, it's very interesting and well written.

[xxxrobxxx]

ahead! :lol:

[Hastings]

No! ahead 3 steps, one step backward and 5 steps upward. Beat that!

[LOgan]

Your eyes are closing involuntarily, and you can feel yourself drifting away. The darkness of the approaching night mixes with the darkness of your mind and clouds your thoughts. Suddenly your eyes jump open and you cry out loud at the pain in your leg. Thank God you think to yourself, in too much agony to fall asleep now.

Reaching up and around you grasp at the matresses and pull yourself to your feet. You look down the alley and can make out a group of shadows, moving slowly and methodically. It seems they are just shuffling around, not really going anywhere.. but you decide not to push your luck, and not wanting to go into the hospital again, ever again, you stagger across the thin alley towards the open door.

It's dark inside, but some thin windows just above head height let in a little light, not enough to be sure of what was in here, but just enough to avoid walking into things in the dark.

You pretend not to notice the bullet holes and blood stained door, but you can't help wonder if it had anything to do with the gunshots you heard while inside the hospital.

One last glance up to the roof you came from, and the mangled woman is clasping desperately at you, even though her reach is not at all long enough. Suddenly her broken body slips over the edge and lands with a thud in the pile of matresses. You look on in shock as she starts to claw at the dirty ground trying to get to you. Considering her injuries she is moving pretty ~~~~ fast. Panicked, you slam the door shut and the fire escape mechanism locks with a loud click.

Turning around to face this new nightmare, the light coming in from outside slows down your eyes accustoming to the light. It felt like an hour of waiting, staring into the dark, the constant scratching and clawing of the woman at the door outside, her moans penetrating the thick steel door. It must have only been 5 minutes and your eyes were started to pick out the shapes in the room. What looked like wire mesh acted as a wall and partitioned several areas, all seemed to be linked via a winding conveyor belt contraption. There were brown boxes and letters scattered along the length of the belt and across the floor.
You could make out tables and chairs overturned throughout the room, whatever had happened in here had been frenzied and violent.

You hobbled along the makeshift corridor between the wire mesh walls, reaching out with your left hand against the wire to support yourself, the fire in your leg burnt stronger than ever now.
As you reach each door, which were in fact metal gates, you give them a gentle push. Most are locked but finally you push a gate and it swings open with a creak.

Stumbling in you see a collection of personal belongings scattered across the floor, and a khaki coloured hold-all under neath an over-turned table. You muster up your strength and push over the table and pick up the bag. Slinging it over your shoulder you look around the room, staring at shadows in the hope they might be useful objects. Nothing. Just letters and boxes.

Out of the corner of your eye you spot a large parcel, bigger than most of the others, and you move over towards it. Tearing at the tape and cardboard with your weak fingers makes you wince with pain. But finally you manage to open the box. Tearing away the warpping and padding you unearth a smaller box, in the dim light you can just make out a picture of a large hunting kinfe. You frantically open the box, and pull out a monster of a knife - serated edges and a razor sharp blade. You toy with it in your hands, before shoving it into the hold-all. One more look into the box reveals a sheath and you shove that into the bag as well. You look around and notice a shelf on the far side of the small room, making your way around tables and overturned chairs you reach up to the shelf and fumble around. Your hand lands on a long cylindrical object. You bring it down and examine it; a torch. Clicking the on/off switch sends a bright cone of white light searing off into the darkness.

Finally, light.

You scan the room with the torch, but you've found just about everything of any use. You make your way out the metal gate and continue up the corridor.

Shining the torch around it dawns on you that you are in some kind of sorting room, presumably the post office's.

You reach a heaver metal door, with a one way mirror in its centre. Clicking the torch off, you peer through the glass.

A post office alright. The place was a mess; stationary, cards, envelopes and things were all over the floor. A few large dark masses lay scattered around the floor space as well. They looked like bodies, but you couldn't be sure.

Suddenly you hear a dull thump, looking up to your right you notice a staircase leading up to what must be offices, the door at the top of the staircase looked to be slightly open, and a dim light could be seen penetrating the thin crack.

Before you could make up your mind the fire door you locked behind you came crashing down and hit the ground with a loud metal on concrete slam. You spin around turning the torch on at the same time, a large group of battered and bloody people stood in the doorway, moaning and making odd noises. They began to move towards you, almost moving as one consciousness, stepping and stumbling with each other.

You looked up the stairs, and then through the glass in the door out into the post office. Where to now?

Up the stairs or Post Office?

[Fx :)]

post Office

[dwnmp3]

Post Office

[LOgan]

Heh, nice choice - wasn't expecting that.

[{bread} cruton]

You've GOT to continue this story, it's brilliant.

[!Loser!]

Bad Brains = a band, and a ~~~~ good band too.

[3x.c0n]

Hrmmm.....Post Office

[Trond]

I say : 1 step forward making 2 steps back!...

if theres any zombies up the stairs...... then stairs.... if not ....post office.....


BTW : WHY IS IT ALWAYS THAT THE FAT PPL IN THE GAMES R THE STRONGEST!?!??! HUH!!?!??! ITS DISCRIMINATION!

[|S.T.A.R.S| Rec. J Martin]

omg dude more of the story plzzzz :(

[Tatsur0]

Looks like he was banned lol. Only reason I skipped the story completely maybe someone else can continue it? (Or maybe i'm blind)

[Death]

I want to put all the stories here and try to get them like in a book and published.
that would be awsome! LOgan could i try and use your story? im just 15 and would try and get a complete little book so it might take some time. can i?

[Hastings]

Death, stop asking people if you can take their stories. L0gans banned any way.

<_<

[|S.T.A.R.S| Rec. J Martin]

why did logan get banned anyways?

[Grim Reaper]

Seriously, why? He seemed a bit arrogant, but that's hardly a reason for a permanent ban.

[Wiggles]

He was banned for breaking the rules, bans don't need to be justified to the general public. An admin saw it fit to ban him and he remains banned for valid reasons.