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 Zombie Bio's (Short Story)

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PostSubject: Zombie Bio's (Short Story)   Sun Sep 07, 2014 9:40 am

I awoke with a start as I heard a loud bang out in the street. I HATED noise before 8:30 AM. I have OCD, so the tiniest things can set me off.

Annoyed, I pulled on my bathrobe and walked out the front door to see what the commotion was. I stopped to fix a flower that was drooping to the wrong side. Immediately, I was assaulted with the world’s imperfections. I gave a silent yell as I surveyed my block; it looked like a disaster zone. A house down the street was on fire, and people were running out of it, screaming. Overturned trash cans and makeshift sand bag barricades lined the sidewalk. I gave a small “humph” and turned on my heel back into my house, locking all 4 of the bolts on my way in. I checked to make sure all my windows were boarded properly; everything seemed ok.

I moved over to the living room, grabbing the orange juice container and pouring myself a glass before I sat down on the sofa. I flipped on the television, and the hum of the backup generator kicked up as power usage increased. For the 4th straight day, the state’s emergency broadcast system was airing. I sighed, and returned to the kitchen to make myself a piece of toast. I was tired of the broadcast. I was hoping they’d be back on schedule with the morning news soon.

“The governor has issued a state of emergency. This broadcast has been tailored to your area.” A short pause. “Residents of Los Angeles and Imperial Counties are urged to make their way to the Red Cross centers in San Diego and El Centro. If you are unable to leave your home, lock and barricade your doors and windows. Arm yourselves with any weapons you can. Firearms are most effective, especially when aimed at the head. Remember to stay hydrated if infected. The CDC has so far been unsuccessful at finding a cure, but it is noted that staying hydrated keeps the immune system functioning properly. If an infected has already passed and returned in your household, do not hesitate to euthanize them. We repeat, DO NOT HESITATE. Remember, the Red Cross has centers in San Diego and El Centro. The military has camps throughout the state. Please stay safe.”

I recognized those closing words, and switched off the TV to conserve power. Another loud bang could be heard outside. I jolted, alarmed at the noise. I swore under my breath, I straightened the sofa pillows as I stood up, making my way back to the front door. Another bang. Looking through the peep-hole, I saw a disgusting figure knocking its head into my front door. It was one of the zombies, with rotting gray skin and yellow eyes. There was a festering wound on its neck; its dirty, blood-stained clothing accentuated its repulsiveness. Horrified, I stepped back. I had only seen the zombies on the television, never in real life. I wasn’t sure what to do.

Suddenly, a gunshot roared across the street, ripping into the zombie’s skull. It fell immediately, its brain and blood all over my porch. I nearly fainted. So much mess. I heard a loud whoop, and then the rippling sound of a motorcycle engine. I realized that I wasn’t safe in my home anymore. But with OCD, I found safety in what was familiar. The crowded, dirty city was not familiar. I knew it was foolish, and later I regretted it, but I chose to stay home.

I could hear the zombies becoming restless outside later in the evening, wailing late into the night. A few times I heard screams as the living tried to escape. One sounded like Mrs. Avery from two houses down. Another like Mr. King from around the corner. I vowed to try to escape while I still could the next day. With the thudding of zombies against my door, I fell into a fitful sleep.

The next morning, after gathering everything that would fit in my car and my Smith & Wesson, I backed out of my driveway for the last time. The air conditioning in the car cycled in the putrid stench of decay and vomit. The smell was overwhelming. I glanced around, trying to see if there was anyone nearby. Only zombies. They rushed over to my car, banging their bloody fists against my beautiful Lexus. One smeared entrails all over the window. I gave a small yelp, and floored the gas pedal to get away.

Minutes later, I was driving down the freeway. Overturned cars littered the road, with a few struggling bodies trapped in the wreckage. I hoped that those struggling were the undead. I passed a hospital with a large, crude banner reading “No help here, Try Mercy,” written in black paint. I shuddered at the thought of hospital patients, trapped in their beds, as the undead came limping down the hallway. I was amazed that everything had gone to ruin so quickly. Pent up inside of my perfect house, I had no idea what the rest of humanity was facing out in the world.

All of a sudden a Infected came trundling out in front of my car. Noticing it, I instinctually swerved to avoid it, which proved to be a mistake. I slammed into the center divide at about 65 miles per hour, flipping a few times before coming to a stop upside-down. My arm was twisted in a less than glorifying position, and I had multiple gashes and cuts from broken glass. Worst of all was the fact that I couldn’t move my legs. I didn’t know what was wrong. There was blood all over the place, gushing like a fountain. So much crimson, disgusting blood. I began to hyperventilate, and soon I was hysterical.

“Help!” I screamed. “Oh, God, someone help me! Please!”

Bad idea. There was about four infected beside me.

The Infected, hearing my loud cries, began to migrate over to my car. Where I couldn’t move my legs. Where I was defensless.

I screamed more. I wildly attempted to get myself free, but I simply couldn’t. Eventually, as the first Infected began to reach in through the window, I accepted my fate.

Delirious with blood-loss, I found myself with a childish grin. I felt dizzy as I said my last words.

“Just don’t make a mess.”
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PostSubject: Re: Zombie Bio's (Short Story)   Sun Sep 07, 2014 9:43 am

I think im gonna make a SCP thread, you know, cause i love SCPs... afro afro
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PostSubject: Re: Zombie Bio's (Short Story)   Sun Sep 07, 2014 10:17 am

Haha good story

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PostSubject: Re: Zombie Bio's (Short Story)   Tue Sep 09, 2014 6:41 am

Pretty awesome man! Im going to have to get my own story going but i havent had alot of time lately

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PostSubject: Re: Zombie Bio's (Short Story)   Tue Sep 30, 2014 12:34 am

This story sounds good
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PostSubject: Re: Zombie Bio's (Short Story)   Sun Nov 02, 2014 1:06 am

That day it all Started me and my unit were stationed in New York we were told to go to the City and save the people. It Took 6 hours to get there by then it was all bad. Two days gone by... We can small fire and screams and gunshotslots of them. We Saul one zombie and then we saw a whole hoard. We called for you Evac we when't to a building and fended off the crowds all waiting for the chopper but some how the building caught fire one of the Zeds was on fire and there was a lot of flammable things in the building the helicopter comes inbound all my guys get in the chopper last want to get in the building starts to shake it slow the collapsing as I run to the helicopter and grab on to the bars and then I get pulled up into the chopper (To be continued)
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PostSubject: Re: Zombie Bio's (Short Story)   Sun Nov 09, 2014 2:21 pm

So it all started back in Liberty City....
There were days when I could walk the streets of Algonquin without having to worry about bandits or biters, where I can ask my neighbor to borrow some sugar without him trying to eat my face off, where I could go down to the grocery store and find what I'm looking for without it being totally empty, where I could find a nice Hooker on the road without wondering if she has this infection but that life is over. I scavenged most of Alderneys stores to find everything I could to make my journey. I traveled south at first hoping to find a naval ship off the coast of Vice City but my results were unsuccessful for Vice City was already a wasteland full of pestilence and death. At that moment I decided it was time to make my way to Los Santos the home of gangster rap. As I arrived after months on foot, that too was hopeless. Since I have No other options I have secluded myself in factories of east Los Santos where I shall make a settlement and live off my remaining days.

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PostSubject: Re: Zombie Bio's (Short Story)   Wed Dec 03, 2014 9:06 pm

I never was the one for fighting, I mean bloody hell I'm wealthy, dapper, and full of charisma and charm to make any girl's knees weak. I had everything, an apartment worth more than most neighborhoods, a plethora of clothing galore at my disposal, and very luxurious cars. Despite San Andreas being a very poor state and Los Santos being an even more terrible city I had everything. I was among the upper class, I partied with Devin Weston and Jizzy B. and with Madd Dogg before his pathetic suicide attempt off my building. But this was all washed away in the sea of despair that was soon to come when the virus hit the state. Some called this The Phoenix Plague, and others called it The Black Project but the name didn't matter nothing really mattered to be honest. My fortune meant nothing now but somehow important enough for me to be looted by the thugs from the gangs of this state. they took everything: my cars, weapons, clothes and my Peruvian Gold Encrusted Hookah. The only thing left was my father's items he left me before he departed. I was left with nothing more than his old musket, pistol, tommy gun, and antique dagger for the weapons and for transportation and clothing I was left with a rusty Rat Loader and a Vintage Suit that smelt like tobacco and Scottish whiskey. I don't want to fight the undead and I don't want to leave my home but there is no turning back. Its time now. I slowly open the door to my elevator to hear the sounds of the returned outside the steel sanctuary........
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PostSubject: Re: Zombie Bio's (Short Story)   Thu Dec 04, 2014 9:11 am

awsome! i love it
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PostSubject: Re: Zombie Bio's (Short Story)   Thu Dec 04, 2014 9:12 am

im going to post somthing later
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PostSubject: Re: Zombie Bio's (Short Story)   Sat Dec 06, 2014 5:23 pm

Ill make another addition to my original story soon
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