View Full Version : The Bainbridge Incident
10-07-2004, 06:47 AM
It was halloween night. Me and Miles were trick or treating as the KKK. We pretended we were ghosts when someone would give us ****...but we didn't get much ****. My best friend Kelly, and his girlfriend Natalia were supposed to meet us at the Pavillion (The local Movie theatre in town.) but we knew they were ****ing at her house. Slut. Oh well, Miles and I were having a good time. Sober, good times on Bainbridge Island were hard to come by. A 6 mile wide, and 11 mile long island off the shore of Seattle filled with Liberal hippy millionairs isn't the pinnicle of fun. Because of the huge democrat population, gun control is rampant here. It seems weird that the Sportsman Club is still up and running, and does quite well. I myself have around 11 guns. At home, we have an AK-47, FN-FAL, G3, 3 SKS's, A berreta 92, a CZ-52, Kar-98, 2 .22's, and a french MAS 1936. We also have about 6,000 rounds of ammunition total. More .308 and 7.62 than anything. 7.5mm for the mas is rare, but a powerful round. We only have 50 rounds for the Berreta, but 400 rounds of 7.62x25 for the cz-52. We have 1,000 rounds of 8mm for the K98 though, my dad just bought it along with a case of ammo.
Miles and I were still waiting down at the pavillion when Steven Lamaster, the local ~~~~~~~ here, showed up. He was walking kind of lethargically, and started swiping at Miles. Me and Miles have been getting **** from this kid since Miles got here in 8th grade. Finally, we'd had enough of this, so Miles started to put up a good fight, and I jumped in. We had got him on the ground, and were kicking him the face and stomping on his head untill we heard a crack. We got scared. We started walking away, when he got up and started walking towards again. I ****ing hated this guy. I walked fast towards him, and put my full weight behind my fist which I had a lighter in, and broke his nose. Still, he kept coming. We had enough of this, so we just ran elsewhere.
There was a party at my house that night. It was a halloween party. I invited a ****load of people. Right around the time it should of been full scale, it was only Me, Kelly, Miles, and my girlfriend, Jenn. It was getting pretty boring, so we decided to go for a joyride in my dad's 1988 BMW 325ic Bimmer. We got to town, and drove by the local arts and craft supply store, but it was on fire. I ran into the pavillion to call the fire deptartment, but the doors were locked an no one was in sight. Fearing someone would die in the fire, i smashed the glass doors and ran for the payphone. I lifted the phone off the reciever and put it to my ear, but all I heard was a busy signal.
To be continued later.
10-07-2004, 07:17 AM
Great story! Me wants more!
10-07-2004, 02:41 PM
Sounds quite interesting.
Me likey lots!
10-08-2004, 08:14 AM
"Guys, we need to go down to the police station!" I said.
"Couldn't you call them? I mean, we're in your dad's car..under age." said Miles.
"I don't care, I'll just run in and alert them, and we can get the hell out of there." I replied.
We drove down the street, and took a left on Madison Ave. We drove all the way down the street untill we came upon the Ferry Terminal that ferries people to Seattle. A 35 minute to the Homosexual and Suicide capitol of the United States. (No ****, either.)
There were no squad cars in the parking lot. Which was weird, since there are 18 cops for this island and they usually only have about 10-15 patrolling at a time.
I went in.
The lights flicked as if the power was about to go off. I walked through the flickering hallway to get to the main desk. It was eerie. There were no sounds what so-ever. Silent. Dead Silent. I finally got to the front desk. No one there...
I slowly opened the door to the office area, where the ~~~~~~~ cops write up reports about how many seat belt tickets they gave out that day.
I ran over to where the voice was coming from, and Officer Hawkins was laying on the ground. I knew him well. He was the DARE/School Cop at the middle school. He was the only cop on this island who had any duty to the people.
"They are...undead. Get out. Run away."
At this point, he took his service revolver .38 special and put it in his mouth. Just as I shut my eyes and heard a gunshot, I heard a loud THUMP. I turned around and saw Officer Hawkins shooting his own deputies.
As I ran out the door, the shooting stoped.
"GET THIS ****ING THING STARTED, GET TO MY HOUSE FAST."
Miles floored it, and in less than 4 seconds we were in 5th gear, doing 100 mph down the deserted street. No cops to tell us not to I guess.
At 100 mph, we hit a 10 year old kid. I knew him. His name was Connor Cioc. It should of killed him instantly. Instead, he got up and limped over to the car very lethargically. As easy as if it was a sheet of paper, he broke the passenger window and grabbed Kelly. Kelly took out his Bum Knife (He took the handle off, and made a handle out of duct tape and other things...pretty amusing) and shoved it in the kids eye. He didn't flinch. Miles punched the gas and took off.
"Are you ok, kelly?"
"Yeah, that mother ****er had a grip like a vice."
"Uh huh, I have a lot of explaining to do when we get to my house. Miles, pull over here, I need to get something out of the trunk."
We pulled over, and I went to get a baseball bat out of the trunk. It was small, 20 inches, 25 ounces. Heh, T-ball owns.
"What do you need that for?"
"I'll explain later, lets get out of-"
It felt like someone kicked me in the back of the head with steel toed boots. I imediatly crumpled to the ground. I woke up at my house, lying on the couch, with guass wrapped around my head and my girlfriend crying. She cheered up when I woke up and told her I was ok. I kissed her on the cheek, and went into the kitchen. I know we had a bottle of Jose Quervo Gold. It was either that or strait vodka...Ill take the tequila.
"Aha..found it" I mumbled to myself as I unscrewed the cap and took 3 or 4 big gulps. "Mmm...Smooth..like Ice." I said.
I didn't notice when I walked out of my living room, that each and every one of my guns was layed out on the table, with all the clips loaded, and ammo in corresponding cans labled: "8mm", "7.62x39", etc.
"I don't need to explain it, do I.."
"Nope." Said everyone else in unison.
"We drove around the entire island. They were walking around killing normal people with no provocation. We tried to save Natalia (Kelly's girlfriend) but she got bit, and had to leave her behind.."
"How do you know shell turn if she gets bitten?" I inquired.
"Haven't you seen Dawn of the Dead, or 28 Days Later?" partially joked Miles.
"What about me?" I said.
"He only whacked you. You'll be fine."
"Sure I will..." I said.
I was starting to get a head ache. I don't think its a safe thing to combine asperin and tequila, but they'll have to kiss and make up their differences inside my stomach. Down they go. The tequila took the pain away from my wound, but sure as hell wasn't a headache curer.
"You guys got a plan?" I say.
"No, how bout you?"
What was running through my mind seemed simple to me. Me and kelly take a pistol each, and go find a flatbed truck. Preferably something nice. A Ram 3500 will do. At least we dont have to pay for gas. We have a driver and Jenn in the cab at all times, with pistols for both, and 2 "Gunners" in the back. We keep all the rifles in the back, and the gunners shoot whoever tries to join our party. We make our way to the gas station, and load up as many jerry cans as possible, and store them in the back of the cab (The super cab part). Then we go to the Safeway which is nearby and get as many Non-Perishable goods as possible. Canned food, water, etc. We then go to Rite Aid which is right across the street, and get any supplies we need. Medicine from the pharmacy, tampons, toilet paper, whatever personal items we need. With that done, we make our way to the police station for the guns and ammo. After that, we head across the bridge to Paulsbo, where they have a gun store. Take the guns, and ammo, and then head over to the Nuclear Submarine base nearby, in the Bremerton Naval Base called Bangor. There the army should of been able to take care of them, and we could survive with them.
Ready, begin I guess.
10-08-2004, 08:18 AM
Heres a scetch I made depicting the route we are to follow.
10-08-2004, 10:40 AM
Originally posted by funbags@Oct 8 2004, 04:18 PM
Heres a scetch I made.
ummmm, where is it?
10-08-2004, 12:13 PM
10-08-2004, 09:34 PM
Nice story! My Grandmother lives near there in Eastsound (Orcas Island)
I may think about making a map out of this story :P
10-08-2004, 11:25 PM
That would be really cool...playing zp in my neiborhood.
If you need pics of the area, just ask :D
I felt that basing the story in an actual place with real people etc would be a bit more..creepy. For me at least. (All the characters are real, including my girlfriend Jenn.)
10-11-2004, 09:34 AM
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