Post by Nichet on May 3, 2010 19:24:59 GMT -5
Yeah, yeah. I know what your thinking:
"But Alex, you've posted three variants of this story. When will it end!!!"
It won't I'm afraid. I'll keep posting are reposting as long as I feel the need to. So hush it and give me feedback on it.
And Alex Chikovski Is my pen name
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The Outbreak
A story by Alex Chikovski
In the year 2016, there was a breakout of an unknown virus that brought the dead back to life. Unlike the Hollywood movies, these zombies are slow, stupid, and are easy to kill. But that doesn't mean that a few of them didn't mutate...
The infection started in the Biotech building in the city of Dutton (pronounced Dewton). The company made an attempt to contain it inside, but a worker that was infected escaped. Although the building wasn't secured in time, the city was quickly quarantined. The army sent in attack helicopters, and a large fire team.
At the time, I was the leader for one of the city's S.W.A.T. units. When it was too late to leave the city, my friend, John, and me barricaded a nearby apartment building. We had enough food and a good ammo supply to last a few weeks. But then.........we found out what they were doing.
As we made way to the first floor, we checked each room again to see if we missed anything. After that we looked out the front window and saw that there was at least 10 of them out side. They look horrible. Some have decaying flesh, some have half their heads gone...and their moan is.........it's.... just horrible.
We loaded our guns; put on silencers - as to not attract attention - and slowly opened the door. The air outside had the stench of blood, gunpowder and fire. A thick layer of black smoke blocked the sky out. There was only a few building completely intact. Others were either destroyed from the bomb raids, or were burning down.
Once outside, we opened fire on them. Taken down quickly with a few shots to the chest. We moved up a little more to see if anyone else was around, but no one was there. To our surprise, when we turned around, they were getting back up! When we shot them in the chest, aiming for the heart, we thought we got them. As they rose they turned to us and let out a long, terrible moan. I knew in the next few seconds...there would be more coming.
The ghastly moan made good reason to bolt down the street, in the other direction. We didn’t want to face any more of them and we didn't have the time to anyway. After about a mile of solid running, we stopped to look for a car. We kept checking up and down the streets for about 3 blocks be for we gave up.
Then a struck, of how I'd say, luck happened as a small back to door car came speeding to us. At first we thought that they would slow down but then we realized that the driver was dead after the car sharply turned right into a street light. As we inspected the car, it seemed fine. The driver, however, was shot in the head by a low caliber bullet. Like from a handgun, or something, a bit larger.
It made us wonder if we're not the only ones left alive...
We looked the car over after it crashed. It seemed to be in good shape to drive again, but I wouldn’t drive it. The motor seemed damaged after the impact and the driver door was missing. So we decided to scrap it for parts and set up camp. We got in the car and made a quick shelter. Nothing special, just that we ripped a few things out, barred up the missing door and made a hole in the roof to allow the smoke from our fire out.
Tomorrow we would start to walk towards a military checkpoint to see if it was still there, or to loot it for supplies. All we had was a handgun each. My Granddads’ old M1911 for me, and John had a standard S.W.A.T. M9 Beretta. My silencer was custom fitted, along with a laser sight. John had a laser too, along with a few extended magazines.
It started to get dark, we lit the fire……….but that was only the beginning of a bad idea.
"But Alex, you've posted three variants of this story. When will it end!!!"
It won't I'm afraid. I'll keep posting are reposting as long as I feel the need to. So hush it and give me feedback on it.
And Alex Chikovski Is my pen name
-----------------------------------------
The Outbreak
A story by Alex Chikovski
I
In the year 2016, there was a breakout of an unknown virus that brought the dead back to life. Unlike the Hollywood movies, these zombies are slow, stupid, and are easy to kill. But that doesn't mean that a few of them didn't mutate...
The infection started in the Biotech building in the city of Dutton (pronounced Dewton). The company made an attempt to contain it inside, but a worker that was infected escaped. Although the building wasn't secured in time, the city was quickly quarantined. The army sent in attack helicopters, and a large fire team.
At the time, I was the leader for one of the city's S.W.A.T. units. When it was too late to leave the city, my friend, John, and me barricaded a nearby apartment building. We had enough food and a good ammo supply to last a few weeks. But then.........we found out what they were doing.
II
As we made way to the first floor, we checked each room again to see if we missed anything. After that we looked out the front window and saw that there was at least 10 of them out side. They look horrible. Some have decaying flesh, some have half their heads gone...and their moan is.........it's.... just horrible.
We loaded our guns; put on silencers - as to not attract attention - and slowly opened the door. The air outside had the stench of blood, gunpowder and fire. A thick layer of black smoke blocked the sky out. There was only a few building completely intact. Others were either destroyed from the bomb raids, or were burning down.
Once outside, we opened fire on them. Taken down quickly with a few shots to the chest. We moved up a little more to see if anyone else was around, but no one was there. To our surprise, when we turned around, they were getting back up! When we shot them in the chest, aiming for the heart, we thought we got them. As they rose they turned to us and let out a long, terrible moan. I knew in the next few seconds...there would be more coming.
III
The ghastly moan made good reason to bolt down the street, in the other direction. We didn’t want to face any more of them and we didn't have the time to anyway. After about a mile of solid running, we stopped to look for a car. We kept checking up and down the streets for about 3 blocks be for we gave up.
Then a struck, of how I'd say, luck happened as a small back to door car came speeding to us. At first we thought that they would slow down but then we realized that the driver was dead after the car sharply turned right into a street light. As we inspected the car, it seemed fine. The driver, however, was shot in the head by a low caliber bullet. Like from a handgun, or something, a bit larger.
It made us wonder if we're not the only ones left alive...
IV
We looked the car over after it crashed. It seemed to be in good shape to drive again, but I wouldn’t drive it. The motor seemed damaged after the impact and the driver door was missing. So we decided to scrap it for parts and set up camp. We got in the car and made a quick shelter. Nothing special, just that we ripped a few things out, barred up the missing door and made a hole in the roof to allow the smoke from our fire out.
Tomorrow we would start to walk towards a military checkpoint to see if it was still there, or to loot it for supplies. All we had was a handgun each. My Granddads’ old M1911 for me, and John had a standard S.W.A.T. M9 Beretta. My silencer was custom fitted, along with a laser sight. John had a laser too, along with a few extended magazines.
It started to get dark, we lit the fire……….but that was only the beginning of a bad idea.
