It was only pure luck that they were still alive.
Sure, between the four survivors they had a rather uncanny ability to open a can of whoop-ass when needed, but regardless of this, perhaps the only reason they'd lasted so long was simple; The right place at the right time.
As anyone would assume given the current breakdown of the entire country, survivors were weary of each other.
Anarchy was unleashed upon the country. Mothers were forced to kill their children in their own fight for life. Families were torn apart. Everyone was equal in this time of loss.
The four, however, were another story. They stuck together. An unusual group, between them they didn't have much in common. But they all shared one thing, and that one thing was the one that kept them together; Determination.
One of them led with an almost startling ease. He was used to situations of chaos and had long since adapted to harsh emotional states. Calm despite the horrific nature of their home, their city, and their friends... He held his AA12 by his waist with the confidence that only a long-time service in the military could hope to have.
Indeed, before this mess started he was known as Captain Shane M Sullen. A United States Marine and a damn good one at that, it seemed only natural that he took charge when the going got tough.
Shane drove the flattop, his girlfriend Tenanah sitting in the passenger's seat. The air was hot and sticky, the only slight relief from the immense heat being the air blowing in through the open windows. Having since abandoned his well-loved jacket and shirt in favour of getting a little more breeze through his fur, Shane still wore his thick-soled boots and signature sunglasses.
Tenanah, on the other hand, had kept to her usual shirt and shorts- She couldn't wear much less than that, herself.
In the back, the two other members of the group sat upon the tray- A dark wolf with slit-pupiled yellow eyes and a younger black and white dog.
Despite the intense sun beating down upon his back, the wolf, ironically named Light, wore his usual baggy hoodie. Anyone wearing such extensive clothing would have long since died of heatstroke.
Shock the Dog, on the other hand, wore nothing but his usual gloves, bandanna, and shoes.
Other than the Utility vehicle kicking up sand as it, there was no movement over the vast, flat land.
Just as well, because any movement usually meant that an animated corpse had made a run for them, intent upon eating their flesh and furthering the plague brought upon the country.
Hot and humid, with no air conditioning, and the ever-present threat of death, blood often boiled between the small band of survivors.
Light sighed, a .45 Desert Eagle in his lap, as he toyed the safety on and off out of sheer boredom. Shock eyed the weapon, his distaste for firearms evident by his less-than-amused expression.
Noticing this, Light frowned over at his adoptive brother, "Just because you have a fist full of lightning doesn't mean we can all defend ourselves without some sort of firearms..."
Too hot and tired to bother saying anything back to his older sibling, Shock just shimmied down until he lay across the tray, rolling away so he wasn't facing Light, his only form of response an unimpressed grunt.
Eventually coming to a small town, Shane pulled up outside a service station. Abandoned.
Pulling his AA12 to his waist, Shane was quick to approach, the others fanning out around the flattop, looking out in every direction in a defensive stance as they had done so many times before.
Shane rapped on the door of the station. No response. He tried to open the door. Locked.
"Damnit." Shane muttered.
He could easily shoot the lock out, he knew that. But he didn't want to waste any ammunition or draw unwanted attention. A gunshot would be loud enough to wake the dead. Considering the dead were already awake and wandering, that was something he thought best to avoid.
Instead he planted his iron-capped boot to the door and pushed. It only took two of his powerful kicks and he was in.
The reassuring weight of the gun in his hands with him, he quickly scoped the area out. Two exits. That also meant to entries.
There were shelves before him, he couldn't see over them, so instead he just attuned his ears to-
There was a scuffling noise and a groan from somewhere close. Holding his breath, Shane slowly and carefully moved around the shelves.
Two gunshots.
The sound rang for miles around, and wouldn't be heard by a single friendly soul.
In his time, Shane had watched a fair amount of Zombie films. Perhaps the one most appropriate for what he had just done was 'Zombieland,' what with the rules. A direct reference was made to the rules of Zombieland as he double-tapped the fucker who'd tried to eat him alive.
He spat on the now lifeless corpse, and loaded his arms with preserved food.
Taking it back out and loading his findings into the car, Shane didn't feel any need to explain his attack. It was all just becoming everyday life to them.
But Shane Sullen could never get used to that fleeting stare of desperation in the final moment a zombie had, when the consciousness of the person who'd once lived in that body returned just as their life was truly taken from them as a bullet punctured their brain.
They built a city on top of a grave,
Now the dead roam the street like a rotting parade,
They poured gasoline on top of the lake,
And then they set it on fire so nobody escaped.
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A/N:
Chapter 1 of my story~ I haven't written anything for a long time, so excuse me if it's sloppy... This is also posted on the link club.
If you read this, comments are appreciated as I otherwise have little reason to continue writing and will probably loose inspiration...
Hope you enjoyed it.
And if anyone rips off my idea with the Zombie apocalypse thing, you die.
INSPIRED BY link.
Sure, between the four survivors they had a rather uncanny ability to open a can of whoop-ass when needed, but regardless of this, perhaps the only reason they'd lasted so long was simple; The right place at the right time.
As anyone would assume given the current breakdown of the entire country, survivors were weary of each other.
Anarchy was unleashed upon the country. Mothers were forced to kill their children in their own fight for life. Families were torn apart. Everyone was equal in this time of loss.
The four, however, were another story. They stuck together. An unusual group, between them they didn't have much in common. But they all shared one thing, and that one thing was the one that kept them together; Determination.
One of them led with an almost startling ease. He was used to situations of chaos and had long since adapted to harsh emotional states. Calm despite the horrific nature of their home, their city, and their friends... He held his AA12 by his waist with the confidence that only a long-time service in the military could hope to have.
Indeed, before this mess started he was known as Captain Shane M Sullen. A United States Marine and a damn good one at that, it seemed only natural that he took charge when the going got tough.
Shane drove the flattop, his girlfriend Tenanah sitting in the passenger's seat. The air was hot and sticky, the only slight relief from the immense heat being the air blowing in through the open windows. Having since abandoned his well-loved jacket and shirt in favour of getting a little more breeze through his fur, Shane still wore his thick-soled boots and signature sunglasses.
Tenanah, on the other hand, had kept to her usual shirt and shorts- She couldn't wear much less than that, herself.
In the back, the two other members of the group sat upon the tray- A dark wolf with slit-pupiled yellow eyes and a younger black and white dog.
Despite the intense sun beating down upon his back, the wolf, ironically named Light, wore his usual baggy hoodie. Anyone wearing such extensive clothing would have long since died of heatstroke.
Shock the Dog, on the other hand, wore nothing but his usual gloves, bandanna, and shoes.
Other than the Utility vehicle kicking up sand as it, there was no movement over the vast, flat land.
Just as well, because any movement usually meant that an animated corpse had made a run for them, intent upon eating their flesh and furthering the plague brought upon the country.
Hot and humid, with no air conditioning, and the ever-present threat of death, blood often boiled between the small band of survivors.
Light sighed, a .45 Desert Eagle in his lap, as he toyed the safety on and off out of sheer boredom. Shock eyed the weapon, his distaste for firearms evident by his less-than-amused expression.
Noticing this, Light frowned over at his adoptive brother, "Just because you have a fist full of lightning doesn't mean we can all defend ourselves without some sort of firearms..."
Too hot and tired to bother saying anything back to his older sibling, Shock just shimmied down until he lay across the tray, rolling away so he wasn't facing Light, his only form of response an unimpressed grunt.
Eventually coming to a small town, Shane pulled up outside a service station. Abandoned.
Pulling his AA12 to his waist, Shane was quick to approach, the others fanning out around the flattop, looking out in every direction in a defensive stance as they had done so many times before.
Shane rapped on the door of the station. No response. He tried to open the door. Locked.
"Damnit." Shane muttered.
He could easily shoot the lock out, he knew that. But he didn't want to waste any ammunition or draw unwanted attention. A gunshot would be loud enough to wake the dead. Considering the dead were already awake and wandering, that was something he thought best to avoid.
Instead he planted his iron-capped boot to the door and pushed. It only took two of his powerful kicks and he was in.
The reassuring weight of the gun in his hands with him, he quickly scoped the area out. Two exits. That also meant to entries.
There were shelves before him, he couldn't see over them, so instead he just attuned his ears to-
There was a scuffling noise and a groan from somewhere close. Holding his breath, Shane slowly and carefully moved around the shelves.
Two gunshots.
The sound rang for miles around, and wouldn't be heard by a single friendly soul.
In his time, Shane had watched a fair amount of Zombie films. Perhaps the one most appropriate for what he had just done was 'Zombieland,' what with the rules. A direct reference was made to the rules of Zombieland as he double-tapped the fucker who'd tried to eat him alive.
He spat on the now lifeless corpse, and loaded his arms with preserved food.
Taking it back out and loading his findings into the car, Shane didn't feel any need to explain his attack. It was all just becoming everyday life to them.
But Shane Sullen could never get used to that fleeting stare of desperation in the final moment a zombie had, when the consciousness of the person who'd once lived in that body returned just as their life was truly taken from them as a bullet punctured their brain.
They built a city on top of a grave,
Now the dead roam the street like a rotting parade,
They poured gasoline on top of the lake,
And then they set it on fire so nobody escaped.
-------------------------------------------
A/N:
Chapter 1 of my story~ I haven't written anything for a long time, so excuse me if it's sloppy... This is also posted on the link club.
If you read this, comments are appreciated as I otherwise have little reason to continue writing and will probably loose inspiration...
Hope you enjoyed it.
And if anyone rips off my idea with the Zombie apocalypse thing, you die.
INSPIRED BY link.
The fall air was quickly turning into frost bitten, I had not long before my clan mates would start passing from diseases from the white season. The wind chill made it seem like -60 degrees, but I had to help. I just had to. My body ached to be sandwhiched between two deer furs and near an open fire. I heard a gun shot ring through the snow. Dragon hunters. I had to get back before they found me, or either way, somebody'd die.
Too late. A couple of dragon hunters armed with almost every gun, cross bow and sword weapon imaginable. I tried flying off with my ice blue wings, but I failed, a hunter shot at my left wing with a midnight black cross bow. I started to fall, but I started running as soon as I hit the snow, carrying a fish between my fangs. How the clan leader would be so unpleased frightened me, but not as much as the hunters.
Too late. A couple of dragon hunters armed with almost every gun, cross bow and sword weapon imaginable. I tried flying off with my ice blue wings, but I failed, a hunter shot at my left wing with a midnight black cross bow. I started to fall, but I started running as soon as I hit the snow, carrying a fish between my fangs. How the clan leader would be so unpleased frightened me, but not as much as the hunters.
Hey ppl! I'm back and here is episode 2 part 2! Now let's start!
Icefire:Hello Molly & Jake
Molly:Hello icefire.
Jake:Hello.
Icefire:So you are -
Molly:Jason go up to your room.
Jason:Yes mom.=(
(Jason goes up to his room)
Icefire:So you to are wanted?
Molly:No. We where famed.
Jake:And we need you to take care of Jason & Crystal.
Icefire:Ok.
(crystal starts to cry)
Molly:It's ok crystal just shhhh..........
Ok I'm just going to skip to the sad part!
Ok it's night time and some ppl get inside the house and try to get Molly & Jake.
Well that's all folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know right!
Icefire:Hello Molly & Jake
Molly:Hello icefire.
Jake:Hello.
Icefire:So you are -
Molly:Jason go up to your room.
Jason:Yes mom.=(
(Jason goes up to his room)
Icefire:So you to are wanted?
Molly:No. We where famed.
Jake:And we need you to take care of Jason & Crystal.
Icefire:Ok.
(crystal starts to cry)
Molly:It's ok crystal just shhhh..........
Ok I'm just going to skip to the sad part!
Ok it's night time and some ppl get inside the house and try to get Molly & Jake.
Well that's all folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know right!
let the story begin Steve the dog is laying in the grass. Man this sucks being stuck on an island theirs nothing to do but eat and sleep i need something exciting thrilling something to get the blood pumping said Steve in deep thought at that moment he thought of something A PIRATE that’s it said Steve as he got up and started running towards town anybody got a ship he asked everybody. Finally someone gave him a makeshift raft that not even a feather would touch. well i guess this will do for now said Steve as he set off OK now to get to business first things first i need a crew a first mate a navigator a cook a musician a engineer and more
well i guess we get first mate first i think ill set out north said Steve setting sail in the modern world we live in today soon he fell asleep when he woke up he was greeted by marines...to be continued
well i guess we get first mate first i think ill set out north said Steve setting sail in the modern world we live in today soon he fell asleep when he woke up he was greeted by marines...to be continued
Here's something."What was that!" Shadow said. Goes back inside."Hey Sonic I need your help outside, I heard something out there!"Shadow said."Why are you telling me go tell that to Emily!"Sonic said."Heak no! I well give you two reasons, 1 reason: I'm afraid she might make fun of me again, Reason 2:She want believe me.So get your but up and start walking!" Shadow said."Ok ok I'm going already and let go of me!" Sonic said."No I'm afraid that your gonna leave me."Shadow said. Outside (Again)."Can you let go of me now?"Sonic said. "Yes now help mr find out what made that sound."Shadow said."Ok." Sonic looks behind the trash can."Hey Shadow look what I found a puppy!"Sonic said."So that was the thing that made the sound?!?"Shadow said."yep."Sonic said.
The end. This is the last one so no quishtens!
The end. This is the last one so no quishtens!
meanwhile at the lab
dr f: u see this is very bad since
brenden: wiat u made a doll of me ad it turned evil
alexa: yes we did u see wen u helped out at the lab (still need to wright that) we wanted to thank u so we dieced to make something to help u we made brenden doll
tober: took me forever to sow
alexa anyways we animated it but it dident happen to go right u see the chip we used ws sadly encripted
dr f: that colud guy seemed relible
lily: wait wait wait did u say colud
dr f: yes his name was could
brenden: where takeing this case
alexa: thank u soo much
dr f: u will need this (hands brendens doll tracker)
derreck: u made a tracker
dr f: in case this kinda thing happend
brenden come on guys lets go
team ok
to be continued
dr f: u see this is very bad since
brenden: wiat u made a doll of me ad it turned evil
alexa: yes we did u see wen u helped out at the lab (still need to wright that) we wanted to thank u so we dieced to make something to help u we made brenden doll
tober: took me forever to sow
alexa anyways we animated it but it dident happen to go right u see the chip we used ws sadly encripted
dr f: that colud guy seemed relible
lily: wait wait wait did u say colud
dr f: yes his name was could
brenden: where takeing this case
alexa: thank u soo much
dr f: u will need this (hands brendens doll tracker)
derreck: u made a tracker
dr f: in case this kinda thing happend
brenden come on guys lets go
team ok
to be continued
My first story, so, if you wanna make suggestions, post of a forum ill make in a bit.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and dogs yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and dogs yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.