Post by nopeguest on Nov 21, 2011 16:40:34 GMT
(for some unknown reason, i could not log in, but i wanted to share this story with you guys)
I write this journal as i fight the hordes, to, in the hopes of survival, tell my story of resistance against the shambling, rotting and groaning hordes of the walking dead
And my name is Ken Maloury, by the way, i had served in the police for almost twenty years, but never had i seen this before
It all started with screams of terror and shouts for help, heard from both my radio and from outside, alarmed, i quickly looked outside to see a horde of the dead walking towards us, "It's a riot!" i yelled
and boy do i regret that, my buddies grabbed batons and pepper spray, and charged at the horde, i too was about to do so, but i noticed something : most of them have been ripped and torn, but yet they don't seem to yell in pain or drop onto the floor, and some had been riddled with enough bullet holes to kill a entire military squad, but continued moving with no regards to their wounds
at this moment, i sensed that they might not be human, but something snapped in my head, the CHAR might have unleashed the so called "perfect human" but it blew up right in their faces, and suddenly, there it was : Zombies have come from our nightmares to haunt us for real, i ran for the stairs to the armoury, but halfway there, some loony lunatic charges at me, fists in the air, beat him down while he stood blankly(get it?), felt disoriented for a moment, but continued downstairs
there, i grabbed a shotgun, two boxes of ammunition, a flashlight that i immediately traded for a bag of groceries, a extra body armour whilst dropping my radio tracker, when i remembered : those prisoners back in their cells, it would be cowardly and selfish to let them die where they were, i went down
down at the cells, i told the prisoners "you'll all be released, however, the reason for this is zombies, walking dead from our nightmares, so prepare for the fight of your life once you get out, i am giving you all a chance, use it, and try not to turn to their side"
as i walked down the hallway, somebody called out to me, i looked, and there it was, the so called "i shouldn't be here" prisoner
"Look, i don't deserve my time here, all i did was speed through a red light, listen, i know what is happening down there, at the Char underground facility, they didn't want me to leave, but i did, like i am stupid enough to stay down there, huh?, listen, i know you don't like me out, but please, i do not wish to die here, let me out and i'll tell you what happened down there!"
considering i was already planning to let the prisoners out, i hit the switch to open all cell doors, and out he came
"Thank you, thank you very much! as part of the deal : scientists down there were planning to make a virus that gave life to dead bodies, for use as test subjects, however, it went backwards, sideways, the bodies started walking, and when they eat flesh, the virus uses the nutrition to heal their hosts, and the consumption of brains causes them to evolve into demonic things, don't ask me about them, despite attempts to quarantine the facility, one got out, and here it is, a zombie infestation, the facility is at A0, now i must be going, and thank you once agai-wait, what is happening- NO! NOT ME, NOT MEEEEEEEE....."
and with that, he turned into a.......uhhh, Six armed, glowing red, glass wearing hat-poshing(where'd it come from?) thing that gave off a weird smell, i ran as fast as i
could, shoving others out of the way, when i finally climbed the stairs to aboveground, i stumbled across a group of dirty, tired, battered and badly cut fellow policemen, originally i raised my shotgun, but when one of them put up and hand and yelled "Don't shoot at us, shoot THEM", i put it down
"There's a six armed thing down there killing everything, don't go downstairs, i can't stop you if you do, but that thing might be stopping your journey if you do go downstairs, now, i'm off, oh, and Jarvis, follow me"
with almost doglike loyality, Jarvis Steven put his boots on, loaded his shotgun, checked his armour, and followed me out of the door, the bloodfest, i could not explain it, bodies torn apart, heads shot off, arms and legs blown or ripped of whoever the parts came from, i almost vomited, but then i wasn't going to waste my lunch, am i?
anyways, we continued on, occasionally gunning down rotted walkers and fresh walkers, and punching the frequent bone walkers, we also ran into a leader walker, guess that smell attracts undead, ran away, but Jarvis decided to charge at the lanky leader walker with two other fresh walkers behind, as i couldn't help, what with him charging at serious trouble, i ditched him, and ran
i was cowardly, but this is a zombie survival, no time to help friends and family, just go, i found a cozy little cottage with a fresh one inside, guess that used to be the owner, after unloading, i decided to throw the corpse out and sleep on the bed after having a really light dinner made of fruits and vegetables, it was alittle hard to drop off to sleep, with i occassionally pointing my shotgun at the door at the slightest sound and even under the bed, but i did
annd, good morning, had a good nights sleep without anyone walking in with the intent of turning me into dinner, while sleeping, i dreamt of barricades to block the wankers that call themselves the undead, and should i run into wooden planks, i should try putting them together as i've seen in my dreams, with that, i decided to head next door to that shopping destrict for food
Ouch, that was a bad idea, bumped into a horde being led by a zombie master, as someone called them, writing this in the tree, they are waiting below, i'm shooting myself, while i still can write, sent my farewells to :
black operator agent Saul Maloury
-unfortunately, the bottom seems to have been ripped off by a shotgun blast, recent blood tests conducted by the Omega survivor legion proves that the blood spilled on the last page is indeed Ken Maloury's blood, and no traces of the Z-virus is present to suggest eaten by zombies, his head was found rotting in the sewers two days after this journal was discovered-
(Yes, i turned two days into a story, spent more time writing then i did playing)
I write this journal as i fight the hordes, to, in the hopes of survival, tell my story of resistance against the shambling, rotting and groaning hordes of the walking dead
And my name is Ken Maloury, by the way, i had served in the police for almost twenty years, but never had i seen this before
It all started with screams of terror and shouts for help, heard from both my radio and from outside, alarmed, i quickly looked outside to see a horde of the dead walking towards us, "It's a riot!" i yelled
and boy do i regret that, my buddies grabbed batons and pepper spray, and charged at the horde, i too was about to do so, but i noticed something : most of them have been ripped and torn, but yet they don't seem to yell in pain or drop onto the floor, and some had been riddled with enough bullet holes to kill a entire military squad, but continued moving with no regards to their wounds
at this moment, i sensed that they might not be human, but something snapped in my head, the CHAR might have unleashed the so called "perfect human" but it blew up right in their faces, and suddenly, there it was : Zombies have come from our nightmares to haunt us for real, i ran for the stairs to the armoury, but halfway there, some loony lunatic charges at me, fists in the air, beat him down while he stood blankly(get it?), felt disoriented for a moment, but continued downstairs
there, i grabbed a shotgun, two boxes of ammunition, a flashlight that i immediately traded for a bag of groceries, a extra body armour whilst dropping my radio tracker, when i remembered : those prisoners back in their cells, it would be cowardly and selfish to let them die where they were, i went down
down at the cells, i told the prisoners "you'll all be released, however, the reason for this is zombies, walking dead from our nightmares, so prepare for the fight of your life once you get out, i am giving you all a chance, use it, and try not to turn to their side"
as i walked down the hallway, somebody called out to me, i looked, and there it was, the so called "i shouldn't be here" prisoner
"Look, i don't deserve my time here, all i did was speed through a red light, listen, i know what is happening down there, at the Char underground facility, they didn't want me to leave, but i did, like i am stupid enough to stay down there, huh?, listen, i know you don't like me out, but please, i do not wish to die here, let me out and i'll tell you what happened down there!"
considering i was already planning to let the prisoners out, i hit the switch to open all cell doors, and out he came
"Thank you, thank you very much! as part of the deal : scientists down there were planning to make a virus that gave life to dead bodies, for use as test subjects, however, it went backwards, sideways, the bodies started walking, and when they eat flesh, the virus uses the nutrition to heal their hosts, and the consumption of brains causes them to evolve into demonic things, don't ask me about them, despite attempts to quarantine the facility, one got out, and here it is, a zombie infestation, the facility is at A0, now i must be going, and thank you once agai-wait, what is happening- NO! NOT ME, NOT MEEEEEEEE....."
and with that, he turned into a.......uhhh, Six armed, glowing red, glass wearing hat-poshing(where'd it come from?) thing that gave off a weird smell, i ran as fast as i
could, shoving others out of the way, when i finally climbed the stairs to aboveground, i stumbled across a group of dirty, tired, battered and badly cut fellow policemen, originally i raised my shotgun, but when one of them put up and hand and yelled "Don't shoot at us, shoot THEM", i put it down
"There's a six armed thing down there killing everything, don't go downstairs, i can't stop you if you do, but that thing might be stopping your journey if you do go downstairs, now, i'm off, oh, and Jarvis, follow me"
with almost doglike loyality, Jarvis Steven put his boots on, loaded his shotgun, checked his armour, and followed me out of the door, the bloodfest, i could not explain it, bodies torn apart, heads shot off, arms and legs blown or ripped of whoever the parts came from, i almost vomited, but then i wasn't going to waste my lunch, am i?
anyways, we continued on, occasionally gunning down rotted walkers and fresh walkers, and punching the frequent bone walkers, we also ran into a leader walker, guess that smell attracts undead, ran away, but Jarvis decided to charge at the lanky leader walker with two other fresh walkers behind, as i couldn't help, what with him charging at serious trouble, i ditched him, and ran
i was cowardly, but this is a zombie survival, no time to help friends and family, just go, i found a cozy little cottage with a fresh one inside, guess that used to be the owner, after unloading, i decided to throw the corpse out and sleep on the bed after having a really light dinner made of fruits and vegetables, it was alittle hard to drop off to sleep, with i occassionally pointing my shotgun at the door at the slightest sound and even under the bed, but i did
annd, good morning, had a good nights sleep without anyone walking in with the intent of turning me into dinner, while sleeping, i dreamt of barricades to block the wankers that call themselves the undead, and should i run into wooden planks, i should try putting them together as i've seen in my dreams, with that, i decided to head next door to that shopping destrict for food
Ouch, that was a bad idea, bumped into a horde being led by a zombie master, as someone called them, writing this in the tree, they are waiting below, i'm shooting myself, while i still can write, sent my farewells to :
black operator agent Saul Maloury
-unfortunately, the bottom seems to have been ripped off by a shotgun blast, recent blood tests conducted by the Omega survivor legion proves that the blood spilled on the last page is indeed Ken Maloury's blood, and no traces of the Z-virus is present to suggest eaten by zombies, his head was found rotting in the sewers two days after this journal was discovered-
(Yes, i turned two days into a story, spent more time writing then i did playing)
