The Sole Survivers

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Comment by Death, The Kid. on June 22, 2012 at 6:10pm

I sat not moving, just listening. Every nerve in my body went tense as i waited. I could feel myself go numb as I waited for what was to come next, the quick movements of my body as it was followed by the sound of a skull breaking and then a wet splat and last a thud as I made that zak move no more. I waited and waited and nothing came, the shuffeling sounds stopped. and that worried me...

Comment by Death, The Kid. on August 28, 2010 at 8:00pm

Holy hell I thought when I got to the first building on the outskirts of town...the smell had hit me....no matter how many time you go into a hot zone...the smell always gets you. I slowly moved to the side of the building and took a peek around...crap..I can't see a thing...I took a quick look at my almanac...the moon would rise soon...So...I went to the nearest window and used a red lensed light to take a peek inside....nothing was moveing....I quietly broke a window and intered and sat for a bit and looked over my map....while looking down at my map, I felt like I wasn't alone...in my hurrying I forgot my rules for a moment.....in one of the rooms....I could hear the tell tail shuffleing of a zak.....

Comment by Death, The Kid. on March 22, 2010 at 9:32pm

mmmm...where was I??...*pours another drink*....oh yes....well, I found myself on one of the red squads choppers. I was going over and over the list of my stuff I always need when I put myself in these predicaments.....I ignored the stares of the others in the chopper, I knew what they were thinking. "Is this guy just stupid or crazy?".....I think it's alittle of both. As I look threw my backpack for the thousandth time I felt the chopper start to desend I closed up my pack and looked out my side window....All I saw was desert....."What the Fuck!!" I thought.....Called up to the pilot...."Hey!!...where is los Alamos!!".....As the chopper set down the pilot turned and pointed....."Ten miles that way!!!....This is a close as we get!!......As I hopped out and began to walk, the chopper lifted off and started away...all I could think was...."You assholes are lucky I can't waste ammo".....It was the late afternoon when I was dropped off. By the look of things I'd be there well after dark...."Shit!".....Zombies and darkness really don't mix.....The chances of running into a crawler or stationary zak are alot higher at night....and it's a new moon tonight....It's gonna Be a deep dark night. Don't get me wrong...I have nightvision....But not a whole lot of batteries....When cities started to loose power...Batteries went quick....now there worth more than gold.....I've had to fight off raiders just to keep my batteries for the solar system I have at the mesa. As the dusk deepend I let my mind wander.....Thinking of how things were....how I was part of a group....After awhile all I could hear is my foot falls and the desert wind.....I lost track of time but I knew I was close....the stench of death was now on the wind....I looked up as the last of the purple light dissappeared on the horizon, I crested the hill I was climbing and there it was. Four more miles in front of me was los alamos.....I took a moment to take a look.....the nightvision I had, has a pretty good zoom.....As I turned it on the familar green glow filled my vision.....at first nothing moved....for a second I thought all the zombies wandered away....but a shift in the breeze told me other wise.....then as if on que....a zombie shambled into view....it was very very slow and starting to dry out. It's a good thing that the wind was blowing towards me.....Don't ask me how....but they can smell you...and once they do...they don't stop untill they have you ripped to shreds.....I took off the night vision and waited for my eyes to adjust to the dark again.....I sat and rested....and when I could make out my surrounding again I dug through my pak for the jar of what I call "goop"......and what that is is essence of zak....of course I run it through a bunch of uv filters to kill the virus that turns you....but the smell stays.....you know...you never get use to the smell....good thing I hadn't eaten yet....after dry heaving a couple of times....I covered exposed with a light coating of goop....alittle dab will do yah....I quietly geared up and checked my 3D map....when in the dark....makeing your map 3D helps....I was entering on the south west part of town....the lab was somewhere in the middle....gods help me....now the show was going to begin............

Comment by Death, The Kid. on March 5, 2010 at 6:47pm

*Turns on a CD player and "Riders on the storm" begins to play in the background*
....well...nothing to do on this rainy day. So as I was saying last time, I risked my life for several boxs of acid blondie cigars. I remember just lazing about on top of my mesa hideaway, the summer sun was as high as the dead count. More reports of the west coast burning, and still they barely held the mississippi line. If it wasn't for that river, the east coast would be lost. I heard the familer sound of chopper blades heading my way. I peeked up from under my baseball cap, and sure enough it was heading my way. I slowly got to my feet and headed into the bunker, I poured myself a coke and sat at the table. I waited for them to land. I just knew that they wanted something even before they landed. I listend to the radio chatter from the chopper, clark was talking. Just by hearing that voice it was something big. The chopper headed in and landed, a few moments later clark entered my compound followed by a couple of his goons. I just sat there and looked at them for a moment, "well?? I'm waiting!!" I said to them. Clark just smiled and sat down "Not even a hello from you hun?"....."You know me better than that clark....when you show up it means hell for me.....so....what do you want?? Clark still smiled and didn't say or do a thing for a minute. then one of his goons came up to him and handed him a folder. He took it and placed it on the table, "This is what I want, and your the only one who can do this"........I looked at the folder and slowly picked it up, I gazed inside the folder and the first thing that came to my mind was that clark was crazy. "Your kidding me." I said to him. Still he just sat there and smiled. I looked back at the folder and back at him. "you want me to go into the heart of los alamos labs complex to get one man." His smile faded and he just kept looking at me. "no one really knows how far down thoses labs go....and don't forget. It was ground zero for the southwest outbreak, no one can still be alive down there." Clark dropped his eyes, "your wrong on that spooky." I glared at him when he called me by my nickname. Only my friends call me by that name, and he ain't one of them. "we received a message just two days ago from inside the labs. Dr. drake and a few others are still very much alive in one of the panic rooms, and there running out of supplies." "So you want me to take them a pizza or something right??" Clark fround at my remark. "what we want is for you to get him out, he may have a way of stopping the dead." I looked at him for a moment. "well why don't he use it to get out??" "all the things he needs are in the labs....not the panic room." I took a few more drinks of my coke and said nothing. Clark looked uneasy for a second and that damned smile came back. "Of course you'll be rewarded, payment up front even."....I looked over as more men brought in all the stuff I liked....coke, jack daniles, and most of all....."I've even included several boxes of cigars.....acid blondies.....your brand If I remember right." "Christ he got me" I heard echo in my head. Those damned cigars, what else could I do but say yes.