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Admin - king of the mods Admin
Posts : 14 Join date : 2009-11-08 Age : 33
| Subject: War veteran Sun Nov 08, 2009 3:08 am | |
| You thought the war was over. You were so sure. But you never returned home - the zombies made sure of that. Now you are stranded deep in wartorn Africa.
You stand in a little broken down hut - your makeshift "safehouse". You are relatively safe - however food supplies are running low. Zombies are bashing on the barricade you put up and moaning loudly. You will have to make a move soon. | |
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Admin - king of the mods Admin
Posts : 14 Join date : 2009-11-08 Age : 33
| Subject: Marco Sun Nov 08, 2009 3:14 am | |
| Marco sits in the safehouse - clutching his penknife. He looks around at his comrades, then the tiny pile of food. HE knows they need to move out soon. A zombie sticks his hands through the barricade - Marco quickly hacks it off. He began to tap his foot impatiently - when were they going to move? | |
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Shadow
Posts : 1 Join date : 2009-11-10 Age : 33
| Subject: Re: War veteran Tue Nov 10, 2009 4:37 am | |
| Alma sat against a wall resting his head against his knees which were pulled tightly to his chest, he looked up as Marco quickly hacked through an arm, Alma dropped his head again and let out a sigh... the tapping of Marco's foot began to agitate him.
"Do you have to tap your foot?" he asked plainly, unmoving. "it's not going to get us out of here." he added just as stark and flat as before. | |
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Admin - king of the mods Admin
Posts : 14 Join date : 2009-11-08 Age : 33
| Subject: Re: War veteran Tue Nov 10, 2009 10:31 am | |
| "Alma, we've got to move out." cries Marco sitting up "Grab your stuff, we're leaving!" He began to pack his stuff. Then he stopped. "Oh whats the use," he moaned "We won't survive in or out!" Marco then led back down, dropping his stuff in despression. | |
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Admin - king of the mods Admin
Posts : 14 Join date : 2009-11-08 Age : 33
| Subject: Re: War veteran Tue Nov 10, 2009 10:37 am | |
| Then without warning the barricade broke. Zombies flooded in, falling and tripping over themselves. Marco and Alma jumped to their feet and ran. After plowing through hoards of zombies the two of them finally stopped of exhaution. The only safe place left was the roof of a nearby shed. They clamberd up. All around them zombies grabbed at their feet desperate to climb up and bite them.
"ALMA!" yelled Marco "DO SOMETHING!" | |
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Alcox
Posts : 1 Join date : 2009-12-13
| Subject: Re: War veteran Sun Dec 13, 2009 12:25 pm | |
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Seven Guest
| Subject: Re: War veteran Sat Jan 09, 2010 12:41 am | |
| He heard screams and he quickly ran to the source of it. He had been wandering for the days across the unforgiving desert looking for life. A sign of civiliazation. A sign of rescue from the nightmare that surrounds him. Now for the first time, he had heard familiar voices. Voices belonging to humans instead of moving corpses. He ran, almost sprinting, to the source, hoping for that they weren't dead. He arrived at a small hut, surrounded by zombies with at least two people on the roof. He didn't have a gun but he had to save them. He waved to the zombies and shouted, "Hey meatbags! I'm over here!" as he ran in the opposite direction with the zombies trailing before him. |
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Admin - king of the mods Admin
Posts : 14 Join date : 2009-11-08 Age : 33
| Subject: Re: War veteran Mon Jan 11, 2010 12:09 pm | |
| Marco saw the zombies begin to turn away. He stabbed the few still grabbing him before looking to see what had attracted them. It was a stranger - leading the zombies away like some grotesque pied piper. He realised that guy had probably just saved their life. He saw however he would be quickly overwhelmed. Marco jumped from the roof throwing the stranger a lead pipe they had been using. He then began to slice his way towards him. | |
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Matt
Posts : 1 Join date : 2010-05-18
| Subject: Re: War veteran Tue May 18, 2010 5:18 pm | |
| Lying flat in the dry grass, a watcher viewed the situation down the scope of his rifle. Cursing his bad luck, he sighted down the scope again, he took aim and fired at the head of a zombie coming up behind the stranger cutting his way through the horde. The shot went wide hitting the zombie in the shoulder and knocking it down. Quickly fumbling for another catridge he slid the bolt and ejected the spent casing, reloading he fired again this time striking true and exploding the back of the head of a zombie. Again he cursed his bad luck as after finally locating fellow surviors, he reached them during the middle of a battle. | |
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