The Bloody Burgh
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...But here we are, up to speed....just three hippies and some cats in the middle of an apocalypse we don't understand. Out there somewhere are other…
Location: Pittsburgh, PA
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Latest Activity: Dec. 23, 2008
I am the most violent hippie, ever.
I guess theres not too much to say. The zombies came, they saw, and they're still conquering the Burgh. How and when exactly it all began, I'm not sure. Mostly because I was...err...inebriated. I suppose last night was when everything changed. Or, when the change started to take effect. This morning, it's a different world. Funny that the smokers have become the survivors. It am left with my roommate and kitten in our derelict apartment building...complete with a busted front door on the ground level (at the moment, it's buttressed). So far, we've only encountered one zombie- our upstairs neighbor. I dispatched of her last night- albeit slowly- with a metal baseball bat. I'm not sure how or when she turned, but by 2 AM she was a full fledged zombie, stumbling around my building. I swear it must have taken at least 15 blows to her dome to stop her from kicking and writhing on the floor. Further...there's something about throwing a bludgeoned zombie carcass off of a roof that is almost- entertaining. Much less entertaining was cleaning up all the gooey bits my dear neighbor had left behind. On the bright side, my own lifelong zombie obsession had driven me to stockpile food and some supplies in the building over the years and our roof access allows us to collect water. So- at least we are surviving. For the most part we are hiding out in our psychedelic apartment; watching, waiting for some opportunity to do something. Nevertheless, our spirits are higher than I would have thought they would be. I must say, from this side of the apocalypse, I would take this over normal life in Pittsburgh any day.
I awoke this morning (okay, okay early afternoon) to the sound of a moaning, stinking flesh eater stumbling around my first floor entrance. Of course, this was completely my fault, the buttresses weren't super-secure; and this building is ancient. Maybe I slacked off a little. It happens. Luckily, were living up on the third floor, beyond two rickety stairwells. Even luckier, zombies can't go up stairs...or at least any farther than they can face-plant. I've thought of disabling the lower stairs, but I can't help to think that I might regret it later on. We shall see.
So, of course, the zombie had to be destroyed, and quietly. It only took five quick blows. I'm getting better at this- either that, or this guy is gooier than my neighbor was. After crushing his skull with my now-dented metal bat, I rolled him out the door. All clear, for now. I can't tell how many of them are out there; but does it really matter? This district, Oakland, is silent. It's funny, really. There was a time when I wished for silence. This used to be a college town and a health care hub. The bars, the restaurants, the hospitals are all still now. This silence, this disease, has changed this place. The jovial revelry and the everlasting sirens have evolved into the random, blood curdling shrieks of the dying and the dry, raspy moans of the dead. I don't know about the rest of the city, but our district is overtaken...or at the very least, quite screwed.
After disposing of zombie carcass number 2, I decided to reinforce my failed front-door barricade. But with what? I mean, we all say were prepared for a zombie attack, but what is 'prepared'? I certainly didn't have 2 x 4s stockpiled in my tiny apartment. I didn't even think of it. Thank god I managed to think of food and water. And I needed to find something fast- all the hustle and bustle caused by my early morning intruder had drawn unwanted attention to my building. I had hoped the frantic, displaced 'survivors' in the streets would serve as ample distraction. They didn't. I hate zombies.
"KATY!" I screamed up to my roommate. "Get down here! I need some help with this....what...you can't just sit on your ass and let the apocalypse in the front door! Now they're going to get in and bite us...and believe me if I get bitten, your ass will be the first on my shit list."
About 2 excruciatingly long minutes later, Katy came fumbling down the stairs juggling her ever-useful hot-pink hammer and a box of nails. "Sorry dude...I had to feed Piper."
"Yeah well I'm about to feed some zombies down here...now bust a move!"
"Yeah Yeah I'm coming..."
BANG....I turned around to see a bloody, groaning zombie face plastered up against the eye-level window on the front door. It didn't even seem human....granted it had one eyeball hanging out of the socket and a giant chunk bitten out from its once-human visage. Yet the gore wasn't horrifying...what was horrifying was its empty, endless, pure black staring eye and the fierce gnawing and gnashing of its jaws. I swore I could see its teeth crumbling from the sheer force of the repetitive movement.
"Allie...ALLIE! Stop staring at it and hold the door." Katy's screams jolted me back to reality. Hah, I thought to myself, what an inappropriate time to zone out.
With a few railing pieces, the front-door was secure. For now. I didn't want to overdo it....I might have to get out there someday.
"So what do we do now?" Katy asked as she wiped the sweat from her brow, "Do we just...uh...wait?"
"For what the zombie-freedom fairy?" I retorted, true, she didn't deserve a snarky comment-- but hey, this is the end of the world.
"Well then, smart-ass, whats the plan?"
"I don't know, dude, let's go smoke."
"Were going to run out."
"Yeah well...were going to run out of everything eventually."
Back upstairs. Finally some peace. Well, for the moment. Enough time to jot down my story thus far. It has only been a day and a half. It feels like a lifetime. But here we are, up to speed....just two hippies and a cat in the middle of an apocalypse we don't understand.
"What are we going to do when we run out, again?" Katy turns to me and asks, in truth I share her concern. What would we do? Where will we go?
"We'll figure something out, for now let's enjoy what we have."
"I can't enjoy anything with this noise." She had a point. They had gotten louder- as if someone had turned up the zombie-volume. But I knew that wasn't the case...there were just more of them now. Their groans rising from street level form the most macabre melody I have ever heard. And there are less screams now, a sure sign that this blood feast is far from over. The hunt had only just begun. I found myself thinking about all my friends. Some of whom were zombies, I could feel it. But who? When? Could I have saved them? Probably not, but this is a fate I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemies.
"HEY! Puff this... and will you please turn on some music or something?" Katy asked.
"Well I don't know, do you think it would attract them here?"
"Oh what, as if they aren't making a shit-ton of noise on their own..."
"Good point, well what do you want to listen to then? Whats appropriate for this situation?"
"I don't know, Allie, you're the music guru." Fair enough, I thought. But what to play? Ahh...that's it.
"Oh cute dude...the Grateful Dead."
"Hey man, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em." What a ridiculous thing to say...I'd been beating them all morning.
As the smoke started to clear, I finally felt at peace, if only for a moment. The screeching of tires could be heard over the Dead-- somewhere out there someone else was alive.
ding dong
"Uhh, was that our doorbell?" Katy asked as she turned to look at me. Her confused expression said it all.
"Yeah, that would be our doorbell. Should we answer it?"
"How about no, you ass, they're out there. There could be one on the doorstep hitting the button."
"Katy, zombies don't ring doorbells."
ding dong
"Dude!"
ding dong
"Katy I think there's someone down there, we have to go look."
"Ugh fine, but you're going down first."
"Fair enough." Instantly I grabbed my metal bat and ran down the stairs. I could see between the pieces of railing we had just hung, someone was out there.
"GUYS? ALLIE.....KATY.....IS THAT YOU?" I knew that voice....
"Oh my God....its Stacy!! Quick pull down the barrier! Now!.....STACY!! If you can hear me, hang tight! We have to get this barrier down!"
"Hurry up you guys, they're coming!" I could hear the terror in her strained voice. The moaning of the dead was getting louder- they had spotted her, and they were shuffling and swaying towards her.
"I can't get these things to budge." Katy said as she pried and pulled at the pieces of wood. Without hesitation I started swinging my bat at the door.
"HURRY GUYS!! OH MY GOD PLEASE HURRY!" The wood began to splinter and fall as I pounded at the door, I could see clearly through the windows now. Stacy had pulled her Subaru up the the front stoop of the house, effectively blocking our front doorway. But the zombies had come, and they were clawing and slapping at the top and side of her car. I could hear the shattering of one of the windows. One particularly adept zombie had begun to throw itself over the hood. I kept swinging.
"GUYS!" The zombie was on top of the car at this point, and Stacy was cornered as it began to advance.
SLAM
We ripped the door open, it nearly fell off of it's rusty hinges as it swung to hit the wall.
"Get her inside!" Stacy bent down to grab something she had brought as Katy feverishly grabbed and pulled at her clothes. I could see now that it was her cat, Diana, in her carrier. Finally, Katy had gotten ahold of Stacy's shirt and was pulling her into the door. At the same moment, the overzealous zombie reached for Stacy.
"Oh hell no!" I screamed as the human tug-of-war ensued. Katy threw Diana and her crate into our building with one swift motion, then grabbed Stacy by both wrists. I jumped out the front door, and found myself staring into black, lifeless eyes for the second time today. It let go of Stacy and reached out for me. It's lifeless fingers brushed my arm as I swung and made full contact with it's face. It stumbled only few steps backwards. I took a step forward and took another swing. Maybe it was adrenaline or just dumb luck, but I hit it-- dead on. The zombie flew back onto the hood of the car and rolled back into the street. My shirt tightened as Katy grabbed my collar from behind and pulled me back in the door.
"Sorry guys-" Stacy said, "but the phones are down and I knew you guys would be here, so I figured....what the hell...I'll stop and say hello." I grabbed her and hugged her.
"I'm so glad you're made it here alright. It didn't scratch you, did it?"
"No, what about you?"
"No, it brushed my arm, but it didn't break the skin. The son of a bitch was freezing cold."
"Well duh!" Katy retorted, "That son of a bitch is dead."
"Umm...I believe the term is undead." I said with a smirk.
"Whatever," Katy said, "Hey Stacy, wanna go take Diana upstairs and bring down my hammer and nails? They're on the coffee table."
"Sure thing man," Stacy said as she began to climb the stairs.
"How ridiculous was that?" I asked jokingly as I turned to Katy.
"Dude you totally unleashed on the zombie, that was intense. I think you shattered it's skull." She leaned back onto the door and looked at me. I tried to hide my smile...I totally did just destroy that thing's world, "Oh and I see that shit-eating grin on your face...don't try to hide it."
"Well, it shouldn't have tried to bite me." I began collecting more scrap wood as Stacy came down the stars- pink hammer and nails in hand.
"So....uh....are you guys smoking?" Stacy asked in a sarcastically innocent tone. Alll we could do was laugh.
"I bet you could use a good smoke after that ordeal, Stacy..." I said with a chuckle.
"Does a zombie want brains?" Stacy smirked.
"I'm going to go with a yes..." I replied.
"Uh...make that a hell yes." She laughed.
I awoke this morning (okay, okay early afternoon) to the sound of a moaning, stinking flesh eater stumbling around my first floor entrance. Of course, this was completely my fault, the buttresses weren't super-secure; and this building is ancient. Maybe I slacked off a little. It happens. Luckily, were living up on the third floor, beyond two rickety stairwells. Even luckier, zombies can't go up stairs...or at least any farther than they can face-plant. I've thought of disabling the lower stairs, but I can't help to think that I might regret it later on. We shall see.
So, of course, the zombie had to be destroyed, and quietly. It only took five quick blows. I'm getting better at this- either that, or this guy is gooier than my neighbor was. After crushing his skull with my now-dented metal bat, I rolled him out the door. All clear, for now. I can't tell how many of them are out there; but does it really matter? This district, Oakland, is silent. It's funny, really. There was a time when I wished for silence. This used to be a college town and a health care hub. The bars, the restaurants, the hospitals are all still now. This silence, this disease, has changed this place. The jovial revelry and the everlasting sirens have evolved into the random, blood curdling shrieks of the dying and the dry, raspy moans of the dead. I don't know about the rest of the city, but our district is overtaken...or at the very least, quite screwed.
After disposing of zombie carcass number 2, I decided to reinforce my failed front-door barricade. But with what? I mean, we all say were prepared for a zombie attack, but what is 'prepared'? I certainly didn't have 2 x 4s stockpiled in my tiny apartment. I didn't even think of it. Thank god I managed to think of food and water. And I needed to find something fast- all the hustle and bustle caused by my early morning intruder had drawn unwanted attention to my building. I had hoped the frantic, displaced 'survivors' in the streets would serve as ample distraction. They didn't. I hate zombies.
"KATY!" I screamed up to my roommate. "Get down here! I need some help with this....what...you can't just sit on your ass and let the apocalypse in the front door! Now they're going to get in and bite us...and believe me if I get bitten, your ass will be the first on my shit list."
About 2 excruciatingly long minutes later, Katy came fumbling down the stairs juggling her ever-useful hot-pink hammer and a box of nails. "Sorry dude...I had to feed Piper."
"Yeah well I'm about to feed some zombies down here...now bust a move!"
"Yeah Yeah I'm coming..."
BANG....I turned around to see a bloody, groaning zombie face plastered up against the eye-level window on the front door. It didn't even seem human....granted it had one eyeball hanging out of the socket and a giant chunk bitten out from its once-human visage. Yet the gore wasn't horrifying...what was horrifying was its empty, endless, pure black staring eye and the fierce gnawing and gnashing of its jaws. I swore I could see its teeth crumbling from the sheer force of the repetitive movement.
"Allie...ALLIE! Stop staring at it and hold the door." Katy's screams jolted me back to reality. Hah, I thought to myself, what an inappropriate time to zone out.
With a few railing pieces, the front-door was secure. For now. I didn't want to overdo it....I might have to get out there someday.
"So what do we do now?" Katy asked as she wiped the sweat from her brow, "Do we just...uh...wait?"
"For what the zombie-freedom fairy?" I retorted, true, she didn't deserve a snarky comment-- but hey, this is the end of the world.
"Well then, smart-ass, whats the plan?"
"I don't know, dude, let's go smoke."
"Were going to run out."
"Yeah well...were going to run out of everything eventually."
Back upstairs. Finally some peace. Well, for the moment. Enough time to jot down my story thus far. It has only been a day and a half. It feels like a lifetime. But here we are, up to speed....just two hippies and a cat in the middle of an apocalypse we don't understand.
"What are we going to do when we run out, again?" Katy turns to me and asks, in truth I share her concern. What would we do? Where will we go?
"We'll figure something out, for now let's enjoy what we have."
"I can't enjoy anything with this noise." She had a point. They had gotten louder- as if someone had turned up the zombie-volume. But I knew that wasn't the case...there were just more of them now. Their groans rising from street level form the most macabre melody I have ever heard. And there are less screams now, a sure sign that this blood feast is far from over. The hunt had only just begun. I found myself thinking about all my friends. Some of whom were zombies, I could feel it. But who? When? Could I have saved them? Probably not, but this is a fate I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemies.
"HEY! Puff this... and will you please turn on some music or something?" Katy asked.
"Well I don't know, do you think it would attract them here?"
"Oh what, as if they aren't making a shit-ton of noise on their own..."
"Good point, well what do you want to listen to then? Whats appropriate for this situation?"
"I don't know, Allie, you're the music guru." Fair enough, I thought. But what to play? Ahh...that's it.
"Oh cute dude...the Grateful Dead."
"Hey man, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em." What a ridiculous thing to say...I'd been beating them all morning.
As the smoke started to clear, I finally felt at peace, if only for a moment. The screeching of tires could be heard over the Dead-- somewhere out there someone else was alive.
ding dong
"Uhh, was that our doorbell?" Katy asked as she turned to look at me. Her confused expression said it all.
"Yeah, that would be our doorbell. Should we answer it?"
"How about no, you ass, they're out there. There could be one on the doorstep hitting the button."
"Katy, zombies don't ring doorbells."
ding dong
"Dude!"
ding dong
"Katy I think there's someone down there, we have to go look."
"Ugh fine, but you're going down first."
"Fair enough." Instantly I grabbed my metal bat and ran down the stairs. I could see between the pieces of railing we had just hung, someone was out there.
"GUYS? ALLIE.....KATY.....IS THAT YOU?" I knew that voice....
"Oh my God....its Stacy!! Quick pull down the barrier! Now!.....STACY!! If you can hear me, hang tight! We have to get this barrier down!"
"Hurry up you guys, they're coming!" I could hear the terror in her strained voice. The moaning of the dead was getting louder- they had spotted her, and they were shuffling and swaying towards her.
"I can't get these things to budge." Katy said as she pried and pulled at the pieces of wood. Without hesitation I started swinging my bat at the door.
"HURRY GUYS!! OH MY GOD PLEASE HURRY!" The wood began to splinter and fall as I pounded at the door, I could see clearly through the windows now. Stacy had pulled her Subaru up the the front stoop of the house, effectively blocking our front doorway. But the zombies had come, and they were clawing and slapping at the top and side of her car. I could hear the shattering of one of the windows. One particularly adept zombie had begun to throw itself over the hood. I kept swinging.
"GUYS!" The zombie was on top of the car at this point, and Stacy was cornered as it began to advance.
SLAM
We ripped the door open, it nearly fell off of it's rusty hinges as it swung to hit the wall.
"Get her inside!" Stacy bent down to grab something she had brought as Katy feverishly grabbed and pulled at her clothes. I could see now that it was her cat, Diana, in her carrier. Finally, Katy had gotten ahold of Stacy's shirt and was pulling her into the door. At the same moment, the overzealous zombie reached for Stacy.
"Oh hell no!" I screamed as the human tug-of-war ensued. Katy threw Diana and her crate into our building with one swift motion, then grabbed Stacy by both wrists. I jumped out the front door, and found myself staring into black, lifeless eyes for the second time today. It let go of Stacy and reached out for me. It's lifeless fingers brushed my arm as I swung and made full contact with it's face. It stumbled only few steps backwards. I took a step forward and took another swing. Maybe it was adrenaline or just dumb luck, but I hit it-- dead on. The zombie flew back onto the hood of the car and rolled back into the street. My shirt tightened as Katy grabbed my collar from behind and pulled me back in the door.
"Sorry guys-" Stacy said, "but the phones are down and I knew you guys would be here, so I figured....what the hell...I'll stop and say hello." I grabbed her and hugged her.
"I'm so glad you're made it here alright. It didn't scratch you, did it?"
"No, what about you?"
"No, it brushed my arm, but it didn't break the skin. The son of a bitch was freezing cold."
"Well duh!" Katy retorted, "That son of a bitch is dead."
"Umm...I believe the term is undead." I said with a smirk.
"Whatever," Katy said, "Hey Stacy, wanna go take Diana upstairs and bring down my hammer and nails? They're on the coffee table."
"Sure thing man," Stacy said as she began to climb the stairs.
"How ridiculous was that?" I asked jokingly as I turned to Katy.
"Dude you totally unleashed on the zombie, that was intense. I think you shattered it's skull." She leaned back onto the door and looked at me. I tried to hide my smile...I totally did just destroy that thing's world, "Oh and I see that shit-eating grin on your face...don't try to hide it."
"Well, it shouldn't have tried to bite me." I began collecting more scrap wood as Stacy came down the stars- pink hammer and nails in hand.
"So....uh....are you guys smoking?" Stacy asked in a sarcastically innocent tone. Alll we could do was laugh.
"I bet you could use a good smoke after that ordeal, Stacy..." I said with a chuckle.
"Does a zombie want brains?" Stacy smirked.
"I'm going to go with a yes..." I replied.
"Uh...make that a hell yes." She laughed.
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Comment by TwilightVision on December 23, 2008 at 8:35am - COMMENT WALL IS BACKWARDS PLEASE GO TO THE LAST PAGE AND VIEW THE COMMENTS AS THEY WERE POSTED IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER TO READ! THANKS :D
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Comment by survivor927 on October 2, 2008 at 5:11pm - We landed at Objective Shortstop roughly twenty minutes ahead of schedule-that pilot's a goddamn psychopath, but I guess it sorta pays off in time. We hit the ground in standard combat procedure: secure the LZ, maintain a perimeter, and then get on with your business. At this time, I was operating under the assumption that this was a conventional threat, like a massive terrorist attack, or a rebellion. This theory was immediately dispelled upon seeing the wounded civvies we were dealing with. They were all messes: covered with festering bite wounds, scratch marks, all sorts of shit. My boys spread out throughout the makeshift medical centers outside the hospital, caring for whoever they found first. I managed to squeeze my way through the masses 'til I managed to reach the top floor of the building. I wasn't surprised to find Macavoy only a few feet behind me. Together, we managed to find the hospital chief. I said to him, "Look, we're not medics or anythin', here, but I know a bite wound when I see it, and these look like they were inflicted by humans. What's goin' on?" The director simply glowered at me and said, "I was hoping you could tell me!" He limped around the floor for a second, continuing his bitter reverie. "Oh, all you military types are the same! 'Take care of the wounded for free', they said! 'Our reinforcements can tell you what's happening', they said! And the people they do send don't even know their hand from their beltbuckle! It wasn't like this when I was in the service!" I couldn't stand any more of this guy's bitching, so I stalked off. Macavoy was right behind me. In an innocent tone that he only uses to bug me, he asked," So, what are we doin' here?" "Fuck off, Macavoy," I retorted. "I'm not in the mood for your shit." Suddenly, Daily came sprinting over. Gasping for breath, he blurted," SIRINEEDYOURHELPSOMEONE'SWOUNDEDANDIDON'TKNOWWHATTODO!" He calmed down then, and more clearly said," Sir, I've got a wounded civvie! She's gone unconscious, and I don't know how to proceed. Please advise!" I followed him to the patient. To be honest, I didn't really need him, because the victim's family was crowding around, making enough noise to wake the dead (pun originally unintended, now fully intended). I rested next to her, and checked her vitals. She was a little girl, probably about twelve, maybe a little younger, with medium-length, sandy-blonde hair and a shitload of freckles. Nothing. I stood up, walked over to the parents, and simply said, "I'm sorry, but she's gone." All I got in response was a surprised shriek, and the mother spurting out, "Caroline! Oh, God, my sweet baby girl, you're all right!" I whirled around (not of my own will- that mom charged past me, and knocked my shoulder around), and saw an unholy sight: a diminutive little girl with a massive chunk of her neck and chest taken out stumbling towards us. Daily yelled out, "No! Ma'am, that's not your baby girl," as Macavoy took a huge combat knife out of his boot, and I unslung my rifle, a personally-modified M14 assault rifle. She turned to us and screamed," How dare you say that! My little girl is ali-" That's as far as she got; her baby girl, who she clothed and fed her entire life, got one more meal out of her dear old mommy as she ripped out the poor woman's throat in a welter of blood and muscle tissue.
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Comment by TwilightVision on October 1, 2008 at 6:49pm
- Very nice! Welcome to the Bloody Burgh survivor.
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Comment by survivor927 on September 30, 2008 at 8:36pm
- As we marched down the old dirt road towards the combat area, singin' some old song whose name I can barely remember after all this shit (I think it was called "When the Guns Have all Been Fired," or somethin' like that), I took a nice, big yawn and gazed proudly upon my Marines. I'm named Beauford, by the by, Captain in the USMC. It was only about oh-four-hundred, and the sun had barely started to crest the sky with its burning spears of light, but I was too excited to care. My company was going to war! We're a Force Recon unit, specially trained in Air Assault tactics. We were marching to meet up with our rides: the Thunder Chickens, a squadron of CV-22 Ospreys, perhaps the greatest invention in mankind's history. We'd been training for months in quarantining large-scale areas, and, with no undue pride, I can say that we quickly gained a reputation for being the most skilled at it in the whole battalion. We'd just recieved orders to move about an hour ago, and although we didn't know what we would be forced to do, our excitement was palpable. I ceased my silent reverie as we got airborne. As my unit flew high above the rooftops and church steeples, I was surprised by something: refugees. Hordes of'em! I had no idea what was going on, we hadn't a clue what was happening. Corporal Daily, our company standard-bearer, leaned over to me, and whispered, his voice thick with confusion and fear, "Sir? What's happening?" He's a nervous fellow, made paranoid from watching too many zombie movies as a kid, but he's a good shot, and I always sleep better when he's on watch. I gave him a reassuring look, and told him to stop watching so many zombie movies. Sergeant Macavoy, First Platoon's CQB expert, simply gave Daily the evil eye and called him a pussy. Something about Macavoy freaks me out. He's always seemed obssessed with killing and murder, and seems to enjoy taking other peoples' lives. I've always had my ups and downs with him, but never to this extent. These emotions are forgotten as soon as we land. As I stride out, hand resting on my dress sword, which I modified for actual combat usage, and bellowing out orders, my radio pips in my ear. "Hotel-one-Zulu, this Zulu-six. Do you copy, captain?" "Zulu-six, this is Hotel-one-Zulu, we copy, over." "Captain, you are to abort your current objective and move to Objective Shortstop." "But, sir, that's an aid station! We're Force Recon, not medi-" "I don't want to hear it, Captain! You WILL move to Objective Shortstop, and you WILL NOT question me again! Is that clear, Marine?" I've never heard HQ so irritated before. "...Yes, sir. Hotel-one-Zulu out."
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Comment by TwilightVision on September 9, 2008 at 6:43pm
- I love it!
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Comment by Sebastian Hesse on September 9, 2008 at 4:57am -
"No seriously...." I mutter..."What the fuck....zombies" We all stand there in disbelief for what seemed like forever. Flashes came into my mind of all the nights we got drunk and watched B horror movies. Nail Gun Massacure Two was pretty much the main source of entertainment but every now and then a zombie flick would find its way to us for wonderful inebriated viewing pleasure.
It was not long for the spell to be broken as the shambled corpse at the bottom of the steps moaned again. "Leeeeeets....go inside....yeaaaaah...like now." was all Zac was able to get out before another moaned pierced the silence.
We walk into the church and right inside the foyer we see Chris and Kristina standing there with her Dad. She has this look of anger and frustration no guy wants to ever see on a Serbian Othrodox girl on her wedding day. The evil eye that came toward us sent shivers down our spine. "Yeaaaaahhh..." whispered Zac...."maybe we should go back outside. " as Kristina moved closer to us.
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Comment by Sebastian Hesse on September 8, 2008 at 4:27am
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Panic ran through us....."Ohhh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck...." streams out of my mouth. "God damn bitch shouldn't of touched me!!!" screams Zac "Guys.....guys.....GUYS!!!!!" yells John...."He is still fucking moving...its like he doesnt feel a thing"
We all look at the body of what should be a dead man, but instead see a body resembling more of a misshapen piece of flesh. "That...is both the coolest and not coolest thing I have ever seen" comments Zac in a voice trying to hide fear. Silence falls over us for a moment which is broken by Pec as he points over to the horizon "Yeah...but that, that over there.....really not cool."
We look over in the distance and we see shapes, moving..slowly. It looked like a riot but was going to slow. An ominous gust blew in that reeked of burning rubber and decay. The swarm was moving closer.
"Fuck....." ".....Fuck...." " yeah....Fuck...." "Fuck me up the ass....." we muttered.
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Comment by Sebastian Hesse on September 8, 2008 at 4:16am
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"Dude....whats that brown shit coming out his nose?" asked John. We all stood in amazement and awe and it did not dawn on us that it was once again shambling forward. Once we realized, it was to late and it was on Zac.
Our reaction was a reflex. All four of us went to college together, played water polo together, swam together and have been in our fair share of fights together. In a matter of seconds the shambling drunk was airborne, going down the long series of steps.
Bones snapped, the sound was so painful, limbs twisted and nore brownish goo seemed to spread. The stairs were long, almost bleacher high since the church was on a large hill. Then we all saw it happen...the way this drunk landed, on his back...it snapped, snapped right in two. We could hear it.
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Comment by Sebastian Hesse on September 8, 2008 at 4:11am
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As if we were all thinking in unison, the shambling drunk had now as we wasted no in time in making it clear that crashing this wedding was a bad idea. Having played rugby for a number of years now, I threw my shoulder into the drunk's gut and pushed forward as Zac grabbed one arm and John went for the other. Pec kept to the back and yelled "Dude..Sebastian....he's moving to bite you man!!!" Before I could react, Pec, stepped in and threw his fist into the mans face. Cartilage snapped as Pec's knuckles connected with the nose.
The doors to the church flew open as we continued to bull rush the drunkand finally at the edge of the steps we released him. He fell to the ground and slowly got up only moments after. His nose was reminded us of a UFC contestant who lost big time.
"Damn Pec....you messed him up" I quipped but then we all noticed something odd. No blood.
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Comment by TwilightVision on September 4, 2008 at 12:06pm
- Is there anybody out there? What's going on with you Sebastian?
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