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Post by Cadian 117 on Jul 13, 2007 0:29:56 GMT -5
Ack it ok.
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Post by Commissar on Jul 14, 2007 14:42:12 GMT -5
They were coming down the stairs so fast they seemed like blurred visions of death coming at us. I dropped 7 of them, my comrade beside me took out a few with his pistol, more were coming from the upper levels, and the gun fire was just attracting more of them. We could see dozens of them appearing in the windows of the buildings surrounding us, we couldnt possibly fight them all off, I tossed a grenade and gave my wounded comrade a hand up as we got up and leapt over the rubble, the grenade went off, killing most of them in that area. We ran down the street, veering between shell holes as hundreds ran from the buildings behind us. My comrade was getting worse, he was pale and sickly, coughing and sniffling. Between dodging craters and trying not to trip over the dead troopers and dropped weapons he turned. His eyes went a crimson red, he jumped on me from behind, I turned around on my back and threw him into a large shell hole,there was no time to waste, more of these bastards were running at me from the buildings at my left and right, hundreds were behind me yet. I ran as fast as I could, jumping over most of what was in my way, I dropped my rifle. There was a dirtbike at the end of the road, if I could just make it there before those things... They were getting close, most had fallen into the craters, but a few had gotten past, they ran straight at me, I punched one in the face, its decaying rotten head nearly smashed as its jaw slid from its rotten flesh and hit the concrete. I pulled out my pistol and shot the other one in the face, brains and maggots flew everywhere with coagulatted blood. The bike was only a few meters more when I slipped, I hit the ground, I crawled frantically towards the bike, lifting it up and turning the ignition, I jumped on and tore down the street to my left. Leaving hundreds of infected in my wake. Whenever I hit the craters it would jump and I would go through the air, the straggling infected down the street chased after me, I hit the jump and landed on the shoulder of a stench, it screamed and tried to bite at my ankle. I sped off, finally reaching a clear street. There was a familiar sound, the roar of a valkaries engine! The sound came from the courtyard of one of the government buildings, I stopped outside the gates and walked to the gates. They were locked from the outside... "What the hell?" I said to myself, pulling out my pistol, I stood back and blasted the lock off. I pulled the gates apart and walked into the place, it seemed relatively normal, the calm music playing from speakers in the ceiling and the completely lit up halls. As I walked through the place I could see the place was empty. Then I came to the cafeteria, the doors were locked shut, strung with chains of all sorts and dangling with locks. I knocked on the door. "Hello?" I shouted, hoping for a response. Nothing... Maybe if I could find the security office I could see whats going on in here by using the security cameras. I walked down the hall again, made a right as I came to the office, the door slid open, I walked inside, nobody... I locked the door and searched the surveillance cameras. The cafeteria was full of infected... I could see them, they were feeding on the flesh of what was the security... Inside the courtyard, there was a valkarie...no sign of any pilots, crew or passengers... I opened the desk drawers, found a pistol and some ammo...the access card to the weapons locked across the room and a few medals. I slammed the drawers, the loud bang could have been heard from down the halls. On the screen I could see infected running down the hall towards the office... The access card opened the case, I grabbed a supressor for my autopistol and a new silenced sniper rifle, also, a case of ammunition and a respirator...just in case. They had reached the door, they banged and thrashed at it, I moved the desk under one of the ceiling grates and jumped atop it, I ripped off the grate and climbed into the ceiling, and into the vents. Safety compromised, I crawled as fast as I could through the vents...
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Post by Cadian 117 on Jul 14, 2007 21:54:42 GMT -5
hmm........NICE!
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Post by Mabus on Jul 15, 2007 5:41:51 GMT -5
This story is great, it really is. Are you making it up as you go or have you got a rough idea of what you are going to do next?
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Post by Commissar on Jul 15, 2007 16:23:45 GMT -5
Thanks you guys! I do make it up as I go along, probably not the greatest idea ever...but...meh...
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Post by Commissar on Jul 25, 2007 21:44:15 GMT -5
I came to the end of the vents, there was a grate leading to the outside. I could see a few infected walking through the streets, sniffling, snorting and growling at nothing. The sun had set a while ago. Their rotting corpses dimly illuminated with the moonlight. If I pop open the grate now, I had better have a plan or else I'm freak-food...I looked around the area, nothing but rubble and shellholes, corpses and those clowns walking around like a bunch of gimps. The dirt bike was on the other side of the building, I wouldnt be able to reach it from here, not in time... I turned on my comm system and listened for a signal, I could hear the calls from infantry squads a few miles away, calling for reinforcements. I sat there, in the vent like a rodent, watching these creatures for hours, I contemplated taking shots at them, but that would only reveal my position to more of them.
Meanwhile... In the core of the city, news and media broadcasts upon massive screens in the city squares showed the decimation and murder in the streets. They called it a rebellion. Many had questioned the theory of a rebellion, especially one whos goal was cannibalistic mayhem. They saw it as a plague, most had come to that deduction. The media pitched footage from the middle of the conflict, usually in the thick of the fighting, it was usually done by having some idiot reporter stuffed into a uniform and some camera strapped to his helmet or lasgun. This was disastrous. Instead of showing our comrades cutting through the undead hordes, it showed them getting devoured. Morale was at an all time low, the troops had seen this plague as unstoppable, many had started looting, there were riots in the streets. The southern half of the planet was under quarantine from a virus that had killed nearly half of the population and we were fighting eachother? A curfew was enforced, military patrols roamed the streets in APCs of all sorts, weapon pits were set up at roads to keep control, valkarie gunships would make runs to drop off troops in the quarantine sector. The poor civilians that couldnt get out in time were trapped, no food, no fresh water, they were at risk at all times. Most were smart enough to barricade themselves in their homes and scavenge for food, some of them had captured rain water from the gutters. Many of their homes had been destroyed by artillery. The media reports became frantic and tried desperately to depict heroism in the troops. They had gone to the trench lines in the streets, mostly what they had found were broken down troopers who had seen their comrades killed and eaten by those beasts, the rare enthusiastic trooper was usually cracked completely, smiling and laughing as he gunned down 2 dozen children from a school using a stubber, all on the media reports... Many troopers had gone so mad they had lost grips completely with reality, they turned their guns on their comrades, commissars were surrounded and beaten to death in the trenches or left alone in the middle of infected territory by their squads. This was only the begining of the chaos...
Update soon.
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Post by Mabus on Jul 26, 2007 4:52:44 GMT -5
Get some marines in the mix, they'll sort those freaks out good and proper!
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Post by Commissar on Jul 26, 2007 13:11:08 GMT -5
Yeah but then it will be like...Marines! And everyone will be like, how do they get infect...hmm...-evil grin-...
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Post by Cadian 117 on Jul 26, 2007 22:53:06 GMT -5
lol! bud da da da da daa Im Lovin it!
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Post by Commissar on Jul 27, 2007 22:29:50 GMT -5
Hahaha, mcdonalds, sadistic clown... I'll try and make a serious update tomorrow some time.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Jul 28, 2007 1:25:28 GMT -5
YAY!
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Post by Mabus on Jul 28, 2007 3:36:33 GMT -5
I hate clowns, don't talk about clowns!
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Post by Commissar on Jul 29, 2007 0:41:07 GMT -5
Well, sorry to let ya down, I meant to find time to update but screwed up. New drivers license so I'm having fun ripping around the roads. Should hang a big soviet flag from my window and shout random slogans about the working class... Oh, wait...nevermind...shush, the cia doesnt hear any of this, understand? ^.-
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Post by Mabus on Jul 29, 2007 4:20:52 GMT -5
Got ya, mom's the word! lol
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Post by Cadian 117 on Jul 30, 2007 1:41:20 GMT -5
I heard notin notin i mean uh uh uh did he say somin cause I uh.....*walks away slowly*
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Post by Commissar on Aug 21, 2007 21:45:10 GMT -5
I jumped from my position in the vents and raced through the alleys, trying to stay out of sight. It was starting to rain. I walked into some trash cans, they clattered against eachother. I heard screamed, footsteps... I was surrounded by hundreds of them... They were getting closer, now only a few yards away... I pulled my pistol out from the holster, brought it to the bottom of my jaw and squeezed the trigger...
The end!
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Post by Mabus on Aug 27, 2007 12:35:03 GMT -5
Hmmmm, not the best ending I have ever read but it was a brilliant story, let's hope Commisar's next one will be just as good!
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Post by Commissar on Aug 27, 2007 20:47:02 GMT -5
Heh, thanks! I know, the ending blows, I didnt want him to get zombified, but still, the story wasnt that great either.
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