Post by Godfather Lorenzo on Jul 3, 2010 8:07:17 GMT
Here is the first taste of this Zombie Fiction I'm working on.
It stars Me, Daletski, a few of my school buds, and Richtofen.
Zombie Invasion.
Chapter 1
Jake ran quickly, hoping to escape, he could hear the groans of the zombies behind him, but that wasn’t what he was running from.
“Are you all-right?” asked Gemma,
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine” replied Jake, he was tired and the visions of what he had run from still haunted him. It was then that he heard the shriek, piercing his eardrums and sending an arc of fear, shooting up his back, he sprinted, but he was already out of breath, he hoped he could make it. “Well, you don’t look ok, if I was you, I’d shoot myself and make sure I didn’t become one of those things”. He ran faster and faster, he doubted himself, he started to slow down, he could feel his head throbbing, his legs aching with pain, his back felt stiff, but then he heard the soulless shriek again, he couldn’t run anymore but he urged himself on. He then heard more footsteps ahead. The soldier grunted,
“Well thanks for the advice, but I’m not quite hell bent on death as you.” Said Jake in an angry and annoyed voice. He turned the corner and then lost all his hope of survival, shambling zombies stood in front of him, the invisible beasts at his heels, then something amazing happened, something he cannot quite remember........
Jake was a skinny Teenager, he spent so many hours playing video games, he barely ate, slept, or even moved from his seat, he had a more solid build as he had taken up rugby a week before the infection broke out, he was pretty good too, he had short hair and had stubble growing as he hadn’t had a shave recently, Gemma, he had met her only 2 days ago, she was an average build, she had long brunette hair, and dazzling green eyes. The soldier they did not yet know the name of was built like a runner, skinny but muscular, he had his H&K G36 C slung over his shoulder, in his holster was a custom Colt 1911A1, silver, extended magazine. He was clean shaven and bald, his eyes had a darkness about them; they were a dark blue, almost too dark. His uniform was that of a USMC Sergeant, but the name had been scratched off and it had a few tears in it. Jake yawned, he was very, very tired, he felt around for his father’s shotgun and made sure he still had it, it’s cold metal felt nice as Jake was feeling very hot after his ‘jog’ with the zombies, his father had given him the shotgun the day he died, over 3 years ago, it was an old Winchester, his father’s side of the family was American, but his mother was English. Jake yawned again, “I need some sleep, I’m going to hit the sack.”
The soldier replied in his gruff tone, “Don’t expect us to wake you up when the Zeds turn up.”
“Your nice aren’t you?” blurted Gemma in a sarcastic tone of voice. Jake lay his head down and began to sleep.
Jake awoke hours later to the sound of the soldier’s radio; he could make out a voice on the other end saying something about ‘cleaning up’, the soldier say that Jake was awake and muttered a single word before putting the radio on his belt. Jake sat up; achy from the night previously, he picked up his father’s shotgun and kept an eye on the soldier as he walked over to wake up Gemma,
“Hey, Gemma...” He shook her lightly, “It’s time to move, c’mon, wake up.” Gemma blinked her eyes a few times and then stretched a bit before picking up the fire axe she had scavenged a few days ago and leant against the wall. They headed toward the police station, “This should have a lot of weapons and ammo inside”
“No s**t Sherlock, everyone knows that”, the soldier lit a cigarette, Jake coughed, and then exclaimed,
“I cannot, stand those blasted things *cough*, put it out”, the soldier grunted and then threw his cigarette at the wall, they moved closer to the police station. The soldier raised his arm up to signal to hold, soon it became clear why, from inside the station came the groans of maybe over a dozen undead. “Ah hell, should we continue?” the soldier checked his G36’s Magazine, when he noticed it was full, he turned to Gemma and Jake and grinned, Jake returned his grin and load a few shells into his Winchester. “Let’s go then” they trod lightly to the side door of the police station, they lined up on the side of the door, Jake nodded to the soldier, and in the same moment, the door flung open from the soldier’s kick, they rushed inside to see a dozen police officers, bathed in blood, their clothes ripped, the soldier let loose with his Assault Rifle, the bullets tore through their rotting flesh and blood spewed all over the walls, the soldier’s gun clicked to show that the magazine was empty and the zombies crumpled to the floor in lifeless heaps, blood covered the walls and floor, it began to spread out into the street. “Let’s go; me and Gemma will go look for weapons, you search for any paperwork that might relate the infection.” The soldier nodded and then lit a cigarette before disappearing further into the offices area, Jake and Gemma proceeded cautiously into the more secure part of the building, shell casing lay scattered, empty weapons also lay on the floor, Gemma reached out to pick one up but Jake grabbed her by the shoulder and shook his head, “They’re useless, they could be contaminated.” Gemma nodded to single that she understood and continued to walk toward the armoury with Jake, they more gunfire, Jake thought that the soldier was having the time of his life, but, he was mistaken.
Master Sergeant Richtofen was really up s**t creek, he let loose another burst from his G36 and it clicked,” oh f**k no!” He threw his G36 to the ground and drew his Colt 1911A1 and fired one of his custom 45. Calibre rounds in the nearest zombie’s head. Its head exploded from the sheer force of the bullet, the speed of it caused the bullet to fly through the room, crushing another zombie’s skull. Richtofen grinned, he let fly with another few rounds and the rest of the zombies in the room fell to the floor with lifeless and dull thuds. He reloaded his weapons and cursed at the fact he didn’t have a Magnum of any sort with him. He strolled into the archive section of the building and fired a single round into the back of the next zombie’s head; it flew forward into the wall and crashed onto the floor. Richtofen then frantically searched for any files relating to the first days of the infection. He found one reporting a strange murder; he tucked in inside his jacket and then dropped a grenade in the middle of the room before subsequently diving out of the room in a fashionable way. The explosion tore apart the archives and burned or shredded most of the remaining files.
Jake panicked as he heard the explosion; he recovered his thoughts and fired a shell point blank
range into the zombie’s torso, ripping in two. Gemma swung her axe at the other zombie in the room, decapitating it in one clean swish; the head hit the ground with a squelch before the body joined it. “Never new women were so good at killing stuff” Gemma laughed loudly,
“I guess so, what do you think of that explosion, what d’you think it was?” Gemma scratched her head,
“No Idea Gemma, might be the Soldier getting a bit loose with his grenades”
“Probably”, Gemma and Jake continued through the building, he kicked open the door with a loud crack, “F**K! That hurt!” Gemma clutched her foot.
“You alright?” Gemma gave Jake a stern look before yelling,
“No I’m not f**king okay!” Jake walked into the armoury, took two of the Glock 17c handguns and a number of 9mm Magazines. He passed a Glock and three magazines to her. “Thanks, my ankle is okay now” as she stood up, the soldier returned. Jake turned his attention to him and asked,
“Hey, were you the one responsible for that explosion?” the soldier replied in a gruff voice,
“Yeah, you got a problem with that?”
“No, just as long as you don’t use them while we’re in the blast radius”
“It’s alright then, by the way....” he pulled the case file from his jacket, “I found this in the archives, only one relating to the infection” Jake took the folder from his hand and opened it; he skimmed through the pages of photographs and autopsy reports. Jake closed it and put it in his satchel,
“Right, I got me and Gemma some weapons and ammo now.” The soldier grunted and lit a cigarette before walking outside, Gemma and Jake followed him out in to the street, and the soldier had vanished.
Richtofen ran hard and fast, he kicked round the corner and continued to sprint, he reached his target building and dived through the window. He reached for his radio and brought it up to his head,
“Sir, this is bad, the survivors managed to survive the police station and they have weapons now, how should I proceed?” Richtofen was worried about his situation, his commander, Colonel Slorch, would have his head if he mucked up, the radio crackled to life and he heard the Colonel’s harsh tone,
“Richtofen, I expect you to ditch these survivors anyway you can, I don’t care if they die by your hand or the infection’s. Just get rid of them, perhaps you should just shoot them and be done with it”
“Colonel, it isn’t as easy as that... you see” a burst of rage sounded through the Colonel’s voice,
“I don’t care! Just be rid of them, Slorch out!” the soldier bit his lip, a trickle of blood ran down his chin, it had a green tint, ah hell no!, he was infected...
Gemma pulled out her MP3 player, she looked at its cracked screen and smiled when she realised it still had some charge. She plugged in her headphones and started to listen to the song, she put it to, ‘There ain’t no rest for the wicked’. Jake turned round to see Gemma mouthing the lyrics to it, he saw something move behind her and yelled,
“Gemma! Behind you!” She swung round, letting the fire axe move casually as she swung, the axe crashed into the zombie’s legs and it fell backwards awkwardly, crushing its spine. Jake rushed over to see if she was okay, she continued to walk on and Jake decided to follow suit, they continued walking until they reached an old hospital, Jake pointed toward the ambulance entrance, “There’s an entrance over there, probably the safest.” This was a bad idea, they cautiously edged round the overturned ambulance and tip-toed inside, they saw huge amounts of blood spattered on the walls and floors. Gemma rushed to the side and hurled, Jake saw a zombie approaching, pulled out his handgun and fired, but the weapon jammed, he fought desperately to get it to work and the zombie started to run towards him, Jake panicked , in the same moment as the zombie was about to claw him, it’s head exploded from the inside-out, it’s lifeless carcass of rotting flesh hit the ground and more blood spewed onto the already blood ridden floor, Gemma stood heroically nearby, her gun’s barrel was still smoking. Jake took deep breaths and his heart beat began to slow back to a slow, normal pace. They proceeded cautiously down the corridor, more blood was spattered on every surface; a few rotted corpses lay, full of bullets on the floor. They collected pain killers and anything else they thought they might need medically wise. They passed through the back entrance and continued down the street.
Richtofen peeked over the crates and saw near 3 dozen zeds near the explosives. He cursed at the fact he didn’t have the proper provisions, he leant over the crates and looked through the scope of his G36. He let a few rounds fly through the air and all of them connected with a zombie’s skull, the lifeless bodies crumpled to the floor, the zombies turned their attention to Richtofen, ah, this is just not, my f**king day, he jumped on top of the crates and let loose at the approaching zombies, more and more of them fell to the ground in rotted carcasses, but the remaining zombies kept approaching. Richtofen heard his gun click, he pressed the release, but the Magazine would not move, he panicked, throwing his gun onto the floor and drawing his Colt Sidearm, he opened fire but there were too many undead, he drew his specialised combat knife and leaped down, he charged at the zombies and decapitated the first with a clean and brutal blow, warm blood splashed his cold face, renewing his battle vigour, he dived into the next zombie and slashed frantically until it was reduced to nothing more than rotting, lifeless chunks. He felt a claw gash his shoulder, he yelled in terrible pain and spun three-hundred and sixty degrees before his knife crudely removed the zombie’s legs, it crunched to the ground almost instantly. He spied the remaining 2 zombies and pulled out his Colt and placed a bullet between the eyes of each. He heard movements behind him and spun round, nothing was to be seen but the corpses of the zombies. He heard movements and heard a sound as something shot past him. He heard a clunk and saw a shuriken near the ground in front of him. He turned and saw a man dressed in a black gown, his eyes burned with a fierceness even Richtofen had not seen. The man was around 6 foot and had an afro, he was a black man and spoke,
“Huh, I don’t usually miss, and it seems you did a good job here, I would offer you to hang with me but, looks like your infected” Richtofen grunted and aimed his Colt at the Man, in the same second, the man had raised a knife to Richtofen’s neck and whispered the words, “Walk true and you may just live.” He removed the knife and ran into the distance.
It stars Me, Daletski, a few of my school buds, and Richtofen.
Zombie Invasion.
Chapter 1
Jake ran quickly, hoping to escape, he could hear the groans of the zombies behind him, but that wasn’t what he was running from.
“Are you all-right?” asked Gemma,
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine” replied Jake, he was tired and the visions of what he had run from still haunted him. It was then that he heard the shriek, piercing his eardrums and sending an arc of fear, shooting up his back, he sprinted, but he was already out of breath, he hoped he could make it. “Well, you don’t look ok, if I was you, I’d shoot myself and make sure I didn’t become one of those things”. He ran faster and faster, he doubted himself, he started to slow down, he could feel his head throbbing, his legs aching with pain, his back felt stiff, but then he heard the soulless shriek again, he couldn’t run anymore but he urged himself on. He then heard more footsteps ahead. The soldier grunted,
“Well thanks for the advice, but I’m not quite hell bent on death as you.” Said Jake in an angry and annoyed voice. He turned the corner and then lost all his hope of survival, shambling zombies stood in front of him, the invisible beasts at his heels, then something amazing happened, something he cannot quite remember........
Jake was a skinny Teenager, he spent so many hours playing video games, he barely ate, slept, or even moved from his seat, he had a more solid build as he had taken up rugby a week before the infection broke out, he was pretty good too, he had short hair and had stubble growing as he hadn’t had a shave recently, Gemma, he had met her only 2 days ago, she was an average build, she had long brunette hair, and dazzling green eyes. The soldier they did not yet know the name of was built like a runner, skinny but muscular, he had his H&K G36 C slung over his shoulder, in his holster was a custom Colt 1911A1, silver, extended magazine. He was clean shaven and bald, his eyes had a darkness about them; they were a dark blue, almost too dark. His uniform was that of a USMC Sergeant, but the name had been scratched off and it had a few tears in it. Jake yawned, he was very, very tired, he felt around for his father’s shotgun and made sure he still had it, it’s cold metal felt nice as Jake was feeling very hot after his ‘jog’ with the zombies, his father had given him the shotgun the day he died, over 3 years ago, it was an old Winchester, his father’s side of the family was American, but his mother was English. Jake yawned again, “I need some sleep, I’m going to hit the sack.”
The soldier replied in his gruff tone, “Don’t expect us to wake you up when the Zeds turn up.”
“Your nice aren’t you?” blurted Gemma in a sarcastic tone of voice. Jake lay his head down and began to sleep.
Jake awoke hours later to the sound of the soldier’s radio; he could make out a voice on the other end saying something about ‘cleaning up’, the soldier say that Jake was awake and muttered a single word before putting the radio on his belt. Jake sat up; achy from the night previously, he picked up his father’s shotgun and kept an eye on the soldier as he walked over to wake up Gemma,
“Hey, Gemma...” He shook her lightly, “It’s time to move, c’mon, wake up.” Gemma blinked her eyes a few times and then stretched a bit before picking up the fire axe she had scavenged a few days ago and leant against the wall. They headed toward the police station, “This should have a lot of weapons and ammo inside”
“No s**t Sherlock, everyone knows that”, the soldier lit a cigarette, Jake coughed, and then exclaimed,
“I cannot, stand those blasted things *cough*, put it out”, the soldier grunted and then threw his cigarette at the wall, they moved closer to the police station. The soldier raised his arm up to signal to hold, soon it became clear why, from inside the station came the groans of maybe over a dozen undead. “Ah hell, should we continue?” the soldier checked his G36’s Magazine, when he noticed it was full, he turned to Gemma and Jake and grinned, Jake returned his grin and load a few shells into his Winchester. “Let’s go then” they trod lightly to the side door of the police station, they lined up on the side of the door, Jake nodded to the soldier, and in the same moment, the door flung open from the soldier’s kick, they rushed inside to see a dozen police officers, bathed in blood, their clothes ripped, the soldier let loose with his Assault Rifle, the bullets tore through their rotting flesh and blood spewed all over the walls, the soldier’s gun clicked to show that the magazine was empty and the zombies crumpled to the floor in lifeless heaps, blood covered the walls and floor, it began to spread out into the street. “Let’s go; me and Gemma will go look for weapons, you search for any paperwork that might relate the infection.” The soldier nodded and then lit a cigarette before disappearing further into the offices area, Jake and Gemma proceeded cautiously into the more secure part of the building, shell casing lay scattered, empty weapons also lay on the floor, Gemma reached out to pick one up but Jake grabbed her by the shoulder and shook his head, “They’re useless, they could be contaminated.” Gemma nodded to single that she understood and continued to walk toward the armoury with Jake, they more gunfire, Jake thought that the soldier was having the time of his life, but, he was mistaken.
Master Sergeant Richtofen was really up s**t creek, he let loose another burst from his G36 and it clicked,” oh f**k no!” He threw his G36 to the ground and drew his Colt 1911A1 and fired one of his custom 45. Calibre rounds in the nearest zombie’s head. Its head exploded from the sheer force of the bullet, the speed of it caused the bullet to fly through the room, crushing another zombie’s skull. Richtofen grinned, he let fly with another few rounds and the rest of the zombies in the room fell to the floor with lifeless and dull thuds. He reloaded his weapons and cursed at the fact he didn’t have a Magnum of any sort with him. He strolled into the archive section of the building and fired a single round into the back of the next zombie’s head; it flew forward into the wall and crashed onto the floor. Richtofen then frantically searched for any files relating to the first days of the infection. He found one reporting a strange murder; he tucked in inside his jacket and then dropped a grenade in the middle of the room before subsequently diving out of the room in a fashionable way. The explosion tore apart the archives and burned or shredded most of the remaining files.
Jake panicked as he heard the explosion; he recovered his thoughts and fired a shell point blank
range into the zombie’s torso, ripping in two. Gemma swung her axe at the other zombie in the room, decapitating it in one clean swish; the head hit the ground with a squelch before the body joined it. “Never new women were so good at killing stuff” Gemma laughed loudly,
“I guess so, what do you think of that explosion, what d’you think it was?” Gemma scratched her head,
“No Idea Gemma, might be the Soldier getting a bit loose with his grenades”
“Probably”, Gemma and Jake continued through the building, he kicked open the door with a loud crack, “F**K! That hurt!” Gemma clutched her foot.
“You alright?” Gemma gave Jake a stern look before yelling,
“No I’m not f**king okay!” Jake walked into the armoury, took two of the Glock 17c handguns and a number of 9mm Magazines. He passed a Glock and three magazines to her. “Thanks, my ankle is okay now” as she stood up, the soldier returned. Jake turned his attention to him and asked,
“Hey, were you the one responsible for that explosion?” the soldier replied in a gruff voice,
“Yeah, you got a problem with that?”
“No, just as long as you don’t use them while we’re in the blast radius”
“It’s alright then, by the way....” he pulled the case file from his jacket, “I found this in the archives, only one relating to the infection” Jake took the folder from his hand and opened it; he skimmed through the pages of photographs and autopsy reports. Jake closed it and put it in his satchel,
“Right, I got me and Gemma some weapons and ammo now.” The soldier grunted and lit a cigarette before walking outside, Gemma and Jake followed him out in to the street, and the soldier had vanished.
Richtofen ran hard and fast, he kicked round the corner and continued to sprint, he reached his target building and dived through the window. He reached for his radio and brought it up to his head,
“Sir, this is bad, the survivors managed to survive the police station and they have weapons now, how should I proceed?” Richtofen was worried about his situation, his commander, Colonel Slorch, would have his head if he mucked up, the radio crackled to life and he heard the Colonel’s harsh tone,
“Richtofen, I expect you to ditch these survivors anyway you can, I don’t care if they die by your hand or the infection’s. Just get rid of them, perhaps you should just shoot them and be done with it”
“Colonel, it isn’t as easy as that... you see” a burst of rage sounded through the Colonel’s voice,
“I don’t care! Just be rid of them, Slorch out!” the soldier bit his lip, a trickle of blood ran down his chin, it had a green tint, ah hell no!, he was infected...
Gemma pulled out her MP3 player, she looked at its cracked screen and smiled when she realised it still had some charge. She plugged in her headphones and started to listen to the song, she put it to, ‘There ain’t no rest for the wicked’. Jake turned round to see Gemma mouthing the lyrics to it, he saw something move behind her and yelled,
“Gemma! Behind you!” She swung round, letting the fire axe move casually as she swung, the axe crashed into the zombie’s legs and it fell backwards awkwardly, crushing its spine. Jake rushed over to see if she was okay, she continued to walk on and Jake decided to follow suit, they continued walking until they reached an old hospital, Jake pointed toward the ambulance entrance, “There’s an entrance over there, probably the safest.” This was a bad idea, they cautiously edged round the overturned ambulance and tip-toed inside, they saw huge amounts of blood spattered on the walls and floors. Gemma rushed to the side and hurled, Jake saw a zombie approaching, pulled out his handgun and fired, but the weapon jammed, he fought desperately to get it to work and the zombie started to run towards him, Jake panicked , in the same moment as the zombie was about to claw him, it’s head exploded from the inside-out, it’s lifeless carcass of rotting flesh hit the ground and more blood spewed onto the already blood ridden floor, Gemma stood heroically nearby, her gun’s barrel was still smoking. Jake took deep breaths and his heart beat began to slow back to a slow, normal pace. They proceeded cautiously down the corridor, more blood was spattered on every surface; a few rotted corpses lay, full of bullets on the floor. They collected pain killers and anything else they thought they might need medically wise. They passed through the back entrance and continued down the street.
Richtofen peeked over the crates and saw near 3 dozen zeds near the explosives. He cursed at the fact he didn’t have the proper provisions, he leant over the crates and looked through the scope of his G36. He let a few rounds fly through the air and all of them connected with a zombie’s skull, the lifeless bodies crumpled to the floor, the zombies turned their attention to Richtofen, ah, this is just not, my f**king day, he jumped on top of the crates and let loose at the approaching zombies, more and more of them fell to the ground in rotted carcasses, but the remaining zombies kept approaching. Richtofen heard his gun click, he pressed the release, but the Magazine would not move, he panicked, throwing his gun onto the floor and drawing his Colt Sidearm, he opened fire but there were too many undead, he drew his specialised combat knife and leaped down, he charged at the zombies and decapitated the first with a clean and brutal blow, warm blood splashed his cold face, renewing his battle vigour, he dived into the next zombie and slashed frantically until it was reduced to nothing more than rotting, lifeless chunks. He felt a claw gash his shoulder, he yelled in terrible pain and spun three-hundred and sixty degrees before his knife crudely removed the zombie’s legs, it crunched to the ground almost instantly. He spied the remaining 2 zombies and pulled out his Colt and placed a bullet between the eyes of each. He heard movements behind him and spun round, nothing was to be seen but the corpses of the zombies. He heard movements and heard a sound as something shot past him. He heard a clunk and saw a shuriken near the ground in front of him. He turned and saw a man dressed in a black gown, his eyes burned with a fierceness even Richtofen had not seen. The man was around 6 foot and had an afro, he was a black man and spoke,
“Huh, I don’t usually miss, and it seems you did a good job here, I would offer you to hang with me but, looks like your infected” Richtofen grunted and aimed his Colt at the Man, in the same second, the man had raised a knife to Richtofen’s neck and whispered the words, “Walk true and you may just live.” He removed the knife and ran into the distance.
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