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Re: Not Another Zombie Flick! (Story)

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Prejudice is not online. Prejudice
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12 Feb 2012 05:36 PM
I can't really remember how the world ended. Things went the way you'd expected it to. News broadcasts, ensuing panic, hoarding of food supplies. Incidents of looting became more frequent as things got worse and worse. The dead rising from the dead, coming back to life and eating flesh? Ridiculous. Impossible. We'd all seen it thousands of time and the zombie genre had been driven into the ground in movies and video games and the industry was getting sick of it. I never really got into the whole zombie thing. It got old, real fast. People liked it, for some reason. Maybe the idea of the world ending was enticing to them. It was a chance to start afresh.

To be honest, I think I missed all of the excitement. One party and a hell of a hangover and I just woke up in my apartment, trashed. Not trashed because of the party, more like trashed because of scavenging.

I remember the first day. It was dark. Late in the evening. The sun was low. One look out of my windows and I could see these...people, shuffling around across the street. Blood and gore. I tried not to think about it. I turned on the television. Nothing. Radio? An emergency broadcast. I got the gist of things and for a while, I just sat there, in shock.

That was when I met my first "zombie".

No. Not zombies. What to call them? They had plenty of names. Shuffler, ghoul, Zed, walker, infected. None of them were serious enough. Calling them zombies would make it out to be a joke. They weren't a joke.

They were terrifying. They could see, poorly, in the daylight. At night, they could see better. Their sense of smell was like a sharks and caught onto any blood or decay. They moved fast, in hordes. Alone, and unaware, they just sauntered around.

The rooftop of the apartment complex was cold. I'd made the building my headquarters. Boarded up all the entrances and exists. The fire escape was my emergency exit. I didn't have much of a problem stealing from my neighbors; they were all dead anyways. I would've liked to think they would have wanted someone else to find the supplies.

I thought about leaving the rooftop, leaving the building. My supplies were stable. But I was going to need something to defend myself with. I stayed low on the roof, scanning for any signs of help with my binoculars. I began seeing bandits. Raiders. Scavengers. They were dangerous. And they were going to come scavenge my building soon. And if they found me, what then?

The police station was the first obvious stop. And it wasn't that bad. I found the key to the armory and managed to find a rifle case underneath a loose floorboard. Opening the case, I found a Remington Model 700P. Built to last and used by many departments. It had a scope, bipod, and even a few boxes of .308 Winchester rounds. The first chance I got, I tried it out. I tried to remember what I'd read about elevation and windage on the internet. But at this range...

I lay prone and took aim, peering down the scope and settling the crosshairs on the head of it. It was surprisingly difficult to keep it steady. It wasn't like a video game. It swayed, a lot. And I was still laying prone, with a bipod! My finger squeezed the trigger, slowly. And the rifle cracked and recoiled firmly. Through the scope, I saw a red mist explode from out the back. The headshot wasn't clean. I didn't expect it to be. But it wasn't excessively gory and didn't give me an explosion of brain. Not that I wanted one. It took off a chunk of its skull and it lay there on the floor with huge amounts of red gushing out and spilling all over the street.

That day, I realized my mistake. The shot attracted all of them. They came in hordes. I lay at night, my eyes open in fear. They left after one week.

I'd never fire again unless I'd have to.

And that time came when I saw a group of survivors coming my way.
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12 Feb 2012 05:57 PM
bump of yawn
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I saw them approaching from the highway. From a distance, I could see about four silhouettes. They got closer that day, and by night, I could see them clear as day. I didn't reveal myself, though. I just watched and waited. They were young. About my age. Two boys and girls. The two boys carried shotguns. The girls looked unarmed. Around their shoulders were hiking packs.

Then the horde came.

They swarmed the streets and I could see them take to the alleyways. From there, I lost them.

And then I saw one of the girls. They'd been cornered. This time, I didn't even think.

She didn't even seem too fazed, even as she sat there, covered in blood. I cycled the bolt. She was scanning around. The other three came to her aid.

I stood up and waved.

I hoped I wouldn't regret this.
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sumerize in 1 sentinse plz
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13 Feb 2012 12:07 AM
Write more please.

-Stupidity. I invented it.-
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Write more.
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13 Feb 2012 12:53 AM
later
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13 Feb 2012 01:22 AM
You HATE US ALL, Don't you?

*+1 hater*

NOW GIVE US STORY OR WE.... THINK OF SOMETHING WHILE STARING IN AN OMINOUS MANOR!

-Stupidity. I invented it.-
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13 Feb 2012 12:01 PM
There. I'd done it. They'd seen me and now they were coming for shelter. But I couldn't trust them. Not yet. I was disappointed in myself. But things had changed. The world I knew was gone. College, which had been my entire life, had gone up in smoke. Getting a date? Getting a girlfriend, getting married? I was lucky if I got to eat. My friends and family were dead. I'd known it for a long time. But for the first few days after the apocalypse, I just kept calling them. And when the phone lines went dead, I went to the radio.

For what?

I began loading my Mossberg 590A1 with six low-velocity 00 buckshot shells. They were used by police officers to prevent overpenetration and allow for quick followup shots. There was the possibility that these four would turn on me. They were running, right about now, and they were climbing the fire escape. Screaming and hollering. A gunshot would crack occasionally. Those idiots! They were practically asking to be eaten, damn it! I hid myself and waited.

"Hello?" a girl's voice called out. "Anyone home?"

"Someone was home. They're gone now," said one of the boys.

"Then who fired that shot that saved my life?"

I flicked off the safety and slipped behind the four and racked the shotgun.

"Don't move!" I shouted in the most intimidating voice I could muster.

They went for their guns, but decided against it once I prodded one of the girls in the back with the barrel.

"Throw out the guns," I demanded. "And kick them to me."

Their pistols skidded over to me. I confiscated them, along with their shotguns.

I finally got a good look at all of them. One of the girls was dressed in a plain white button-up blouse and black jeans and a pair of sneakers. She had brown eyes and blonde hair tied up into a very professional looking ponytail and a soft face. The other looked a little bit more rough around the edges with a black tank top shirt and ripped blue jeans and boots. She had black hair cut short in a boyish style. Both of them were of European descent. The first boy wore a green sweater with his sleeves rolled up and blue jeans and a pair of hiking shoes. He had black hair and brown eyes and golden brown skin. Maybe Indian? The other boy wore a white tank top and cargo pants and combat boots and was the largest of them all with cold gray eyes, blonde hair, and square jaw. Probably Russian.

"Who are you?" I growled.

They looked at each other.

The blonde girl went first. "I'm Amy Reeds."

The tomboyish one. "Cody Moore."

The dark skinned boy. "Alan Ray."

Finally, the big guy. "Jack Turner."

For a while, we said nothing. There was this awkward silence as I mulled over what to do with them.

Amy spoke up. "Since we gave you our names..."

"Pierce. Pierce Chang. Now leave."
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13 Feb 2012 12:43 PM
My readers are all asleep!
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13 Feb 2012 02:55 PM
"Leave? What do you mean, leave?"

"I don't like the looks of you."

"You should take a look at yourself, buddy," Alan quipped.

I looked the same. Black straight hair, brown eyes. A sharp, angular face and a gaunt, skinny build. A white t-shirt with a graphic design tucked into a pair of navy jeans held up by a leather belt, a pair of black Converse sneakers, and prescription glasses. And my father's gift to me on my eighteenth birthday: a diving watch. From my mother: a gold chain necklace.

I couldn't let them stay.

But I couldn't let them go either.

I lowered the shotgun and flicked the safety on. "You can stay. But not for long. And you're going to stay far away from me. Because I don't trust any of you," I said lowly, narrowing my eyes. "You can keep your guns, but I keep the ammo."

They were about to protest, but Amy stopped them. "Okay. Whatever you want, Pierce."

I pressed my lips together and nodded and began unloading their pistols and shotguns. The boys carried Glock 17 pistols, probably scavenged off some police officers who were too dead to care. Cody carried a smaller variant, the Glock 19, while Amy used a Smith & Wesson 3913LS "Ladysmith". Made sense, considering her petite size. For the shotguns, I began pumping the fore-end of their Remington Police Magnum riot shotguns and ejected all their shells.

They set up that night. Sleeping bags and food and water. They sat on their side of the roof and whispered. I stood and kept watch, sweeping the rifle scope back and forth, hoping and praying that they wouldn't come. Cody was next to me. I ignored her.

"Thanks for saving Amy's life."

No problem. I didn't say anything. Just a grunt.

"I know you took a big risk."

Another grunt. I zoomed in on some of them shuffling around a few blocks away.

"You know how to use that?"

"No," I said.

I'd gotten lucky. My hands still shook. At these distances, I was lucky to nail them right in the head. I'd only fired it twice.

"How about I take over lookout duty?" Cody asked.

"No."

She shot back, "I can use it better than you. I had this scoped Winchester, but I uh, lost it in our last scavenging run." She said that last part in shame.

I relented. I was tired. "Okay. Fine. Don't shoot unless you have to," I told her.

She grinned. "No promises."

I had dinner. Damn. I was running low on food. I'd have to go into the apartment complex to scavenge. I'd have to do it when they were all asleep just in case they'd rob me blind or get their ammo.

I began unloading my Mossberg 590A1 and did a count on my ammunition. After my first run into the police departments, I'd gone and found the shotgun in some police cruiser. In the trunk, there was a godsend of about two hundred and fifty assorted rounds of shotgun shells. Nearly one hundred and seventy-five of those were 00 military-grade buckshot, twenty-five low-velocity buckshot, twenty-five slugs, and five wax slugs for breaching. There were about two hundred and fifty more rounds of 9x19mm rounds.

I was about to ask why an officer would need all that ammunition, but the corpse sitting in the driver's seat with a stainless Beretta 92FS with its slide locked back and one spent brass cartridge made it clear what the poor sap had been trying to do.

He didn't get far.

So I hoarded it all into some duffel bag that I still kept. I hadn't used much ammunition. I wasn't going to scavenge on the streets unless I had to. The gunshots would attract them in swarms.

I kept my pistol tucked in the back of my waist, with two spare magazines in pouches on my left hip. There was another pouch above the back pocket of my jeans that held twenty-five shotshells. I decided to load them all with low-velocity rounds, since they were the weakest compared to the military-grade buckshot and slugs.

"Hey," Jack suddenly said behind me.

I jumped.

"Uh, we had some leftovers..."

Yes, I had smelled their spaghetti.

"So Amy wanted to give you some. As thanks."

I was practically salivating at the dish of steaming food.

I took the plate with as much dignity as I could muster. "Appreciate it."

"Yeah."

Late into the night. They were all sleeping. I sighed and opened the door to access the apartment complex and descended into the darkness, the flashlight clipped to my belt illuminating the darkness.
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13 Feb 2012 03:57 PM
awright

time for something new

PONIES/ZOMBIES CROSSOVER
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@pre
YES!!!!!!!111!!1!11
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13 Feb 2012 04:12 PM
NO!
KEEP UP WITH THE STORYLINE YOU HAVE NOW D:
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13 Feb 2012 04:22 PM
I hadn't been down here in a long time.

It was...dark. And it smelled wet. And occasionally, passing by doors ajar, I could smell the stench of decay. I silently padded through the hallways, combing through fridges and pantries. Uneventful, really. The Converse sneakers that had been so popular before the apocalypse really helped with sneaking. But if I tried hiking or going on long treks, they'd fall apart fast.

I swept each room with the muzzle and listened. Just stood there and listened. The groans of the pipes. The creak of the floorboards. The crunch of glass beneath my feet. I made as little noise as possible. The pitch-black darkness. My flashlight beam was starting to die out. Crap. I turned the large one off and fished out a smaller, pocket-sized flashlight and bit down as I dug through the drawer.

There was a groan.

I snapped around and fired, the pellets catching the thing in its gut. It screamed and growled and tried to get up again. I hesitated. Why? I don't know. But I had forgotten to pump the shotgun. It lunged at me and I dropped the shotgun. I shoved it away and watched it tumble. I drew my pistol and leveled it at its head...

A gunshot rang out and caught its head.

Amy. She held her gun tight, her knuckles white.

"I, uh," she stammered, "I didn't know where you were going and I got worried. I followed you..."

"Thanks."

"I'm sorry..."

"You saved me there. Thanks."

I gave her a smile. My first smile in a long time.
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tips on how to get more readers plz
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Tell your friends about it.
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no way

bad idea
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I am replying just so I can see when there is an update...Yes...Its that good.
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For a while, I just stood there, flecks of blood on my face. I wiped it off and kept searching. By the time we'd gone back up, the other three were asking questions.

"What happened?"

"Ran into some trouble," I said.

"A creeper?" Jack suggested.

I stared at him. "Is that what you call those things?"

"He was scavenging," Amy blurted. "I followed him."

"Everything's fine. Go back to sleep. Tomorrow, you leave," I snapped.

"What? Why?"

"This place isn't safe - for me or you. I don't know about you, but I'm leaving as soon as I can."

"But where will you go? The streets still have a few crawling around," Cody asked.

"Anywhere. Maybe Eden CDC Center."

"That place is overrun. We've already checked."

"Then I'll go to New Eden," I shot back.

They looked at each other.

"Is New Eden overrun as well?"

Alan spoke up. "No. I mean, we don't know. We're from there, but we got out as soon as we could."

"Then that's where I'll go. New Eden is a helluva lot better off than Old Eden. This place is a dump even by today's standards."

"We're coming with you," Amy said.

"No thanks."

Jack agreed. "We don't need to tag along with some chinaman we barely even know."

Racist. "I'm Vietnamese! Whatever. We're not discussing this."

"Then give us back our ammo," Alan said, "and we'll be outta your hair at dawn."

"Fine," I spat.

I stormed off to my part of the roof and began packing. Why was I angry? I don't know. They were annoying. They bothered me, just by being there. I couldn't trust them and suddenly they wanted to tag along. There was only one person I could trust now and that was me.

I carried a single-strap sling pack buckled around my shoulders with only the essentials, just in case I'd have to make a run for it and drop my duffel bag. All my medical supplies, food and water, emergency flares (to distract the horde), and a box of pistol ammo. In my duffel bag were some spare clothes just in case the weather got worse. A winter jacket and some hiking shoes. What surprised me was how light five hundred rounds of assorted types of ammunition could be so light. Shotshells were never that heavy in the first place. They came in small packages that each held five shells - now multiply that by fifty. The 9x19mm cartridges came in boxes of fifty - multiply that by five. The Mossberg was a little heavy, but at a jog I could still move pretty quickly with a duffel bag and sling pack. My food rations had dwindled down to canned goods and army rations and a bottle of water.

Bulky, clumsy, but I would be okay if I stuck to traveling at day.

But that rifle...

Crap. I couldn't take that too. What good would it do? But I couldn't just leave it behind! A bullet was a bullet, which meant another "creeper" put down.
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I KNOW I AM 13+ ROBLOX
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I let them come

I tossed the duffel bag of ammunition at them, dropping it at their feet. Their eyes lit up like Christmas lights.

"Dear God, is that what I think it is?" Jack whispered.

"I think it is, Jack," Alan whispered back. "Pierce, you've got enough ammo to supply a small army!"

"You guys are coming with me. If you come, you get all of this," I said firmly.

They nodded their heads.

"But I'm in charge. We do things my way," I demanded. "You don't like it, get out."

"Why are you in charge?" Jack protested.

"Because I've got all the ammunition for your guns. I'm sure one of you is more capable than me," I said, my words oozing with sarcasm. "Deal with it."

"I don't know. We're gonna have to think about this."

I sweetened the deal. "Cody gets my rifle."

Cody squealed. "I'm in!"

They looked flustered. "Cody!"

"What?" She shrugged. "I get a sweet piece. Have you seen this thing? Telescopic sight and bipod! It's built like a monster and the bolt-action is smooth as butter!" The way she described it, she sounded like she wanted to marry it.

They sighed.

We began tearing into the boxes of ammunition and dumping them into piles and sorting them. I evenly divided the military-grade buckshot up between me, Alan, and Jack. If we loaded up our shotguns, we'd each get about fifty shells.

"What about the low-velocity rounds?"

"Useless," Jack advised me. "Seeing as how you took that creeper downstairs in the gut with it and it didn't even slow the sucker down, I wouldn't even consider loading it. Good for making noise, though." Making noise. Hmph. Could be useful. "Now those slugs there. Those'll put a creeper down and take out the one behind it."

We split the slugs. Each of us got eight. The one still left over we gave to Jack. I kept the specialty breaching rounds. For the 9x19mm rounds, we managed to divide them up among the four of us until we all had approximately sixty rounds. They all had a few spare magazines, so that was good too.

"Not to be a party pooper, but how are we going to get out of Eden?" Amy asked as she loaded up her Smith & Wesson.

I had four magazines for my Beretta. I loaded them all to full capacity.

"I have a plan that just might work."

"'Just might'?"

"What do we know about those...creepers?"

Jack offered, "They're UGLY."

"Why, thank you for your contribution. Care to offer any more sage advice?"

"Yeah. Pull that stick outta your butt, Chang."

"They're fast," Amy said. "And sneaky."

"They can't see too well during the day."

"They can hear."

"They travel in groups. Usually."

"That's as much as we know," Alan admitted.

"Okay. That's enough about them. How about you guys?"

"What?"

"Tell me about yourselves."

"Okay. Well, I was born in New Eden. I'm a junior in high school..."

I stopped Alan. "A show of hands for the people in the room who care?"

"We're on a roof..."

No one but Amy raised her hand.

"What can you do?" I snapped.

"I was studying for med school, so I know how to patch people up," Alan said. "And I'm pretty good with taking things apart and putting them back together, so if you need a mechanic..."

"Perfect. You got tools? Medkits?"

"Yeah. I got some tools. And a few bandages and creams..."

I gave him most of my medical supplies. "You're our field doctor. You've got everything you need in there."

"Jack."

"I'm a good shot. And I'm strong."

"That's great. You're our pack mule."

Jack swore.

"How about you, Cody?"

"I'm a helluva shot with a rifle and I can do recon. And I'm pretty good at improvising anything we might need."

"So you could work with Alan to rig up some kind of explosive device?"

Cody thought for a bit. "I mean, yeah, sure..."

"Good. And Amy?"

"I know how to make a mean sandwich."

So many kitchen jokes. No! No, Pierce. This is not the time for kitchen OR sandwich jokes.

"And I'm nice. And fast. I'm our best scavenger."

I smiled and nodded.

"Why does he have that look on his face?"

"Guys, I'm scared!"

I handed the low-velocity shells to Alan. "You and Cody, can you make me something that'll go boom and make as much noise when I want it to?"

"The apartment complex has everything we need. We're on it."

"Cody, I need you to be our scout. Tell us everything you see. But you're gonna have to take position at that tower over there."

"I'm on it. But what for?"

I ignored her. "Amy. You're fast. Would you say you know these streets well?"

"Give me a map..."

The map smacked her in the face.

"We're gonna need as much gas as possible. And a working car. Maybe an RV."

"I think I know where this is going...," Alan said.

We were going to set up a distraction on the opposite side of the district. Lure all the creepers to that one area where they'd congregate, leaving us enough time to gather a car and as much oil as we could siphon off cars and gas stations.

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