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Post by Francis on Mar 4, 2009 16:53:43 GMT -7
It was dark. I awoke from sleep at what I assumed was the evening. The sky was dark and there were rain clouds huddled above the dusty, bloodied apartment. I rolled over on the bed, and noticed that I was sleeping not on a bed but a man’s body that looked like his top skull had been taken clean off; His tongue flopped out in a bloody fashion. I sat up and stretched, hearing my bones pop. I stood up and quickly realized that I was unaware of where my trusty shotgun was! Frantically looking around the room, I spotted it in the corner. Grabbing it carefully, I leaned it on my shoulder gently; caressing it like a child. I heaved my backpack of ammo and food onto my shoulder, and then headed to walk around the apartments.
Turning a corner, I seemed to see more and more bodies piled against walls, doors, and just plain strewed across the floor.
"Looks like someone didn't run fast enough" I chuckled at my own joke, and then stopped as I realized that no one was around to hear me. Stopping short at a nice king size bed, I sat down. The covers were still made, and the pillows untouched. I looked it over, and a story played in my head. Two new young lovers made their bed in the morning. They kissed each other good morning, and headed off to do their daily jobs. Neither one of them returned. Looking over and around the bed, I found an old dirty magazine stashed underneath.
"About time I got some action!" I shouted for all the emptiness to hear.
Placing the magazine in my hand, I opened it and peered through it slowly. The girls were all brown haired and quite stacked. Feeling my urges grow again, I sighed. Unzipping my pants, I pushed aside my boxers and let my manhood stand out. Looking it over carefully, I started talking to it.
"We've been through some rough times, haven't we buddy? Don't you miss the good old days, of getting girls left and right? None left for you though, I'm sorry. Looks like this will have to do."
Grasping myself in my right hand, I continually eyed the women, imagining myself, pounding their tight holes, and filling them to their brim. Yelling, "Oh FRANCIS!" And "Fuck me harder Francis!"
After a good 30 minutes of work, I felt myself building to a climax. Bucking my hips, I came. Wiping what had come out, on a nearby sweater. I put my now limping shaft, back into my pants, and headed back down the hallway, towards the stairs.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 4, 2009 16:57:29 GMT -7
This was the life of post-apocalyptic Earth; eat, sleep, shoot, sleep, eat, kill zombies, shoot, sleep and walk around. It really was less interesting than any sort of movie I had watched, but surviving on my own was SO much more fun than studying! When the infection broke out my entire school was over-run with mutated men and women, some of whom I had come in to contact with as a student there. It was harder at first, having to scramble my way through the hordes of screaming people, finding any weapon that I could to shove them back. But as soon as I got out of that school, armed with only a pistol and the will to survive, I ran as far away as I could.
Back and forth to small garages mainly, I kept to myself. Away from any other survivors or humans about to turn infected. I had established a routine for myself, keeping indoors protecting myself. I tried to stay away from combat, but got in to my fair share of scuffles with infected like hunters and boomers. But, who knew what else was really out there?
In any case I lifted myself out of the empty bathtub where I had been hiding and collected my gear. I had been hiding in this bathroom for what seemed like weeks, and had no troubles encountering zombies. But, I was running low on food. Now was the time to switch locations.
I had heard of the famed 'safe-rooms' that were supposed to be scattered around the city, but I had never been to one myself. There were always too many infected around them to handle on my own.
Grabbing the extra supplies from the cabinet in the washroom I slowly began to push aside the barricades, trying to make as little noise as possible. I slid back the slide on my pistol as I exited the tiny room, checking my corners before scampering to the other side of the apartment and placing my back against a wall. Dead quiet... nothing around at all.
I proceeded through the kitchen, taking light steps, before finding the door to the apartment I had been hiding in. Surprisingly, it was intact. Slowly I opened it, stepped in to the hallway and repeated the looking-around process. Nothing still. It was very eerie.
I found the stairwell without too much effort, and began descending levels, hoping to get to the ground floor. I got barricaded at the fourth floor and had to exit back in to the hallways. There was wreckage everywhere; attempted barricades, destroyed furniture, possessions and clothes; a war scene.
I scampered down the halls looking for another way out and found a large hole in the floor of one apartment. I carefully peered down in to the hole, and then dropped myself in to it. I was on the third floor now, what seemed like a bedroom. It was dark, and the only light flashing was that of a tiny alarm clock on the dresser, flashing red in a constant '6:00'.
I sat on the bed and wiped the sweat from my brow and looked at that silly clock. Life was so normal just a few months ago, and now it was like this. Void of life... and everything in pieces. I was stuck on a memory of my own alarm clock when I heard it; That terrible, screeching growl.
He had me pinned on my back before I could react in the slightest, and his shadowed face starred down at me and his lips formed such a grin that my gut clenched in to a tight ball. He growled low and gripped tightly on to me with his hips, digging his nails in to the flesh of my arms, seemingly taunting me. As I let out a high pitched scream, the monster screamed as well, beginning to rip at my clothes with his claws, scratching at the bare skin underneath. I continued to scream for help, struggling to reach for my pistol which had dropped to the floor in all the commotion.
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Post by Francis on Mar 4, 2009 16:57:59 GMT -7
Slowly descending the stairs, I heard a sharp growl. Taking a defensive stance on one knee, I backed into a wall. Peering around the corridor, I heard a shriek followed by a howl of a hunter. I quickly stood up, and sprinted down a hallway. There was a couch in this room, attached to a kitchen. I ran through a kitchen and across a fridge that had been overturned on the floor. Gross and spoiled liquids were spilled everywhere. I had to hold my breath just to stand the smell.
As I entered the next room, there was a small hole in the floor. The screams for help were getting closer. Leaning over the hole, I spotted a girl, being torn apart by a sweater covered person. "Hunter!" I called out. Grasping the ledge with both hands, I threw my shotgun down on the ground beside the struggle. Throwing all my weight downwards in a full swing, I kicked the hunter in the ribs. Toppling him over into the bathroom, he laid on the floor in what mirrored pain, struggling to regain his composure. Quickly helping the hurt girl to her feet, I tossed her pistol into her hands, and leaned over to grab ‘Sheena’, as I had named my shotgun. Throwing it by the barrel upwards, I caught it by the grasp. Pulling it against my shoulder, I shot. Pumped, and shot again, dumping rounds into the hunter. Eventually his face and been shot off, and his sweater was soaked in blood. He lay in a pile of his own fluids at my feet. "Pounce that, BITCH!" Looking around for a sign of the girl, I spotted her in the corner. Sitting on her knees, she wept; afraid.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 4, 2009 16:58:50 GMT -7
I struggled to cover my chest after the hunter attack, since it had ripped open my shirt and tossed in to a pile in tiny, unusable slivers. Keeping my arms over my bare skin I looked up at my savior with tears in my eyes. The hunter had jumped me so suddenly that I thought I was going to die. I probably would have looked exactly like my shirt if he hadn't come along. He didn't look like infected either, but it could have been a trap too. I grasped my pistol and held it in both hands, aiming it at him. I grit my teeth and rid myself of tears as I did this. My breasts were exposed as well as my stomach, but I did not have time to dwell on that. My adrenalin was pumping and telling me that I was still in danger, and this man was the danger. "Back up!" I shouted, "For all I know you're one of them!"
So I was crouched there in the corner, ready to pounce on the man who saved me, half naked. My skin had little cuts and bruises littered all over it from the beating I had just taken, but in the darkness of the room it was a minimal eye-sore. The only light that lit my flesh was still just that constant red flash from the clock, still stuck on '6:00'.
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Post by Francis on Mar 4, 2009 16:59:06 GMT -7
I stood with my arms up and my shotgun at my feet. The girl sat at my feet with her pistol aimed straight for my face.
"Woah! Hold on there! I fucking saved you! I'm not one of them!"
Leaning inwards toward her, I placed my forehead to her pistol.
"Do you really want to do that?"
As I was in her face, I couldn't help notice that her shirt was completely ripped open. Eyeing her form with pleasure, I averted my gaze back to her eyes. Quickly snapping the pistol from her hand, I pulled it to my side. Sweeping an arm around her waist, I hoisted her to her feet then turned to the side to admire her gun.
"Marksmanship has always been my kind of thing, my.. Forte if that’s the word you like to use. A .45 ACP 185-grain Winchester Silvertip. Very nice craftsmanship."
I turn my eye to the bottom of the barrel.
"Ooh? The designer even signed it!"
Tossing it back into her hands, I looked her up and down. Despite the fact she was naked from the waist up, she looked just a little scratched up. That hunter would have done a lot more damage to her if I had been just a few seconds later.
"You alright?"
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Post by Zoey on Mar 4, 2009 17:00:05 GMT -7
I was taken aback by his personality, and quickly found out that he was not one of them. He eyed me, and then examined my gun with a flicker in his eye that could only be a flame of passion for such a craft. He tossed it back to my and I stumbled a moment before holstering it at my side, and then covering my chest with my arms, realizing my uncomfortable situation. I turned my back to him and reached for my bag, pulling out a sweater to cover myself with. With my back turned to him I spoke in a moderately hostile tone. “I’m fine... and I don’t know anything about that gun other than what it takes to point and kill those evil son-of-a-bitches. To me it’s just something that will protect me.” I turned back around to him, covered now, and swung my bag over my shoulder. “Thanks for saving me anyways... even though I could have taken that guy out... my names Zoey. You are...?” I looked up at him, slightly curious. He had tattoos all over the visible parts of his body, and they snaked their way all over his skin. Artistic in a way, but so much more of a rebellion thing, I assumed. He looked like a biker, or some sort of badass. That shotgun made him look very aggressive.
Now here we were standing in an abandoned apartment complex, trading names and stories. Like nothing had even happened.
I looked over at where the collapsed hunter body was, the blood seeping out of the fabric of his clothing. When he had attacked me it was so much more than violence that he pushed on to me. It was hard to admit it, but I was wet even just thinking about the attack. Being pinned on the bed so harshly, touched and violated; having a man on top of me commanding authority and restricting my own movement. It was sexy, and as retarded as it felt, I was wet for that hunter, for that horrifyingly mutated and evil man.
I turned my attention back to the only other human in the vicinity besides myself.
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Post by Francis on Mar 4, 2009 17:00:31 GMT -7
After exchanging greetings with the girl, we headed ended up deep in conversation about who we were, what we did. Where the infection took us, and what we've done to survive. She kept making lame puns that I assumed were from some horror movies that she found fascinating. I just nodded along with her as she giggled at her own jokes. I couldn’t lie to myself, she was kind of cute. That didn't stop me from wanting to pound her in half though.
"You should just take that sweater off, the no shirt combo looked good on you." I winked.
I explained what had happened to her. What a hunter was and what it did. She looked more interested than horrified. Nodding her head, her eyes got wide, and she seemed to smile every now and then. I think she kind of got off to that sort of thing. Weirdo.
The subject eventually got down to my tattoos. She had asked to see them. Obliging, I pulled my sleeves up, and let her look at my arm tattoos. Then pulling my vest off, and my under shirt. I explained every aspect of my chest, and stomach tattoos. Despite the face that I was a biker, I still had quite a bit of muscle to admire. I even was astonished with how much muscle mass I had attained through the infection based apocalypse. She walked around me, eyes running down every inch of my frame, completely looking me over. I explained that I had more tattoos, but shed have to pay to see them. We both chuckled.
Her eyes were admiring my tattoos, I think.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 4, 2009 17:01:14 GMT -7
He was defiantly quite the specimen of a man, for sure. His muscles looked like he worked out for a living, even though I knew he had just been a thief all his life. How it was possible to survive that long in a gang I had no clue, but our pasts didn’t matter anymore. The world was in turmoil, and all that mattered was survival. I paused for a moment, looking at one tattoo on his back; a word in another language that I did not know. I reached out to touch it but stopped before my hand made contact with his skin. It was quiet for a moment, and as my lips parted to ask him I heard an odd sound. It sounded like a cough, or more of a hacking sound. Caught somewhere between a choke and a wheeze. It sounded close… “What was that-“ “SHH!” He hushed me and then put all his gear back on, “We have to leave, now.” “But what is it?” I asked as I sprinted towards the door to the apartment, which had been knocked down. “A smoker. They are dangerous if there is something else around to back him up.” “Smoker…?” “Yeah, you’ll see. Go.” I took point, checking the corners as we moved quickly down the halls, trying to find an exit. We had hung around in the building long enough for the zombies to get half a brain and come looking for their lost comrade. Just the sounds of my tiny footsteps, quickly overcome by the deep sound of his soles hitting the floor echoed through the rooms we searched. We found another hole, and jumped in together. We only had two more floors to go. The coughing sound was following us, and Francis cautiously kept looking behind him. “Hold on!” we passed a trashed kitchen and I flung open all the cupboards looking for food. Whatever was scavengable I shoved in to my bag. Francis grew impatient. “Come on we have to get out of here. I can just hear those creepy guys crawling around watching us. I hate apartments.” “Just hold on, we need food and stuff too you know. Hey! Chips!” I tossed about junk in the cupboards. I heard the big man shift from one foot to another. “Zoey just-“ “Hey! I found pills!” as I emerged from the bottom cupboard I heard a large crash as the big man went down, wrapped up in what looked like a rope. I looked behind him and watched a tall, lanky man drag him across the floor with a rope protruding from his mouth. I reached for my pistol. “Is that his tongue?!” I screamed. “Shoot it! SHOOT IT!” He yelled at me. I raised my weapon and shot the zombie 5 times in the head. He went down quickly. I scrambled over to my new comrade and pulled the sticky tongue off of him. “Are you alright?!” “Yes! Yes! Get up we have to go!” Footsteps began to echo around us. Many… many footsteps. The horde was coming. We grabbed our gear and ran out of the kitchen and down the hall, down two flights of stairs and out the main entrance, finally outside in the cool night air. They tilted their heads and rocked back and forth, drooling everywhere, moaning and screaming. I had my back against Francis’, and we both raised our weapons.
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Post by Francis on Mar 4, 2009 17:01:29 GMT -7
As the horde eventually ran around corners, jumped down from rooftops, I couldn't help but smile. I saw that Zoey had a look of fear in her eyes, but all she could muster was a yelp. They ran at us in a frenzied fashion. No will, no intelligence; just the want of us dead.
"Don't hold back! We can take these pansies!" I shouted.
Pumping my shotgun, I began firing into crowds. Taking out multiple infected with my buckshot, it seemed like child’s play.
I was home, back on the firing range. Each target moved across my vision, slowly taunting me. Then a flash of bright light and I was back in this zombie hell. An infected had rushed Zoey from behind. Shoving him back with such reflexes, I hardly believed that I was in any danger. Blasting away the zombies’ legs, it lay there defeated.
"Run! This way!" I shouted, indicating towards an open doorway. As we rushed inside, I shut the door behind us. For a moment there was silence. An eerie noise erupted from the other side. Like fingernails scratching a blackboard. "The door, they're breaking it in!"
Pulling Zoey back, I reached to my bag, and grabbed a bottle of vodka solution. I ripped off a piece of my shirt that I had recently put back on, I shoved it into the bottle top. Shaking to get the shirt wet, I lit it with my lighter. Upon seeing this, Zoey smiled.
"Burn them crispy.." She whispered. Rushing to the door, I rammed it open. Shoving back dozens of infected in the process.
"Suck on this fuckers!" Tossing the molotov at their feet, they erupted in flames instantly. Running around screaming, some attempted to come at me. The burning flame however, proved to be too much for them. They collapsed to a burning pile where they stood. I stood a good distance from the flames, and there I sat. I admired my flame, with such a burning passion. Some may have mistaken it for a love of violence and gore. I called it, "art." Zoey stood, catching her breath. I sat and watched my beauty grow.
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Post by Zoey on Mar 4, 2009 17:30:26 GMT -7
We sat there together, the flames creating a light to brighten the shelved room that we sat in the back of. Zombies continued to run in at us, only to be burned up by the flames that still resided. I sighed. “The streets are dangerous…” I looked over at my bigger counterpart. He continued to watch the flames and nodded. He seemed entranced by the destruction, how the zombies willingly ran towards their demise. Of course, these were the less intelligent of their kind. The other ‘super’ zombies would not be so eager to run towards us in this condition. As the flames began to dwindle Francis stood and brushed himself off. I did the same. “Come on, we better get going. They are going to come after us now that we are in the open.” I knew what he meant. We were no longer safe, and this was not an ideal position to be in. “Where the hell are we going to go?” I asked him, he laughed deeply. “The nearest safe-room of course.” “Seriously?” “Seriously.” “There is no way we are going to make it there alive.” “Oh come on, we will do fine. We just have to be careful is all.” I glared at his back as he led the way out of the shelved room, and then gave up and took to following him. Slowly we continued down the alley, our shadows reflected on the brick walls, the cool air prickling our skin. I gripped my weapon tightly, my knuckles turning white.
Francis and I reached a turn in the alley, cars parked on the left-hand side. Off in the distance we could hear screams and cries of the zombies on the main streets, and at the end of the long alley we could see shadows stumbling around in the fog. All I could think was, ‘Great, here we go.’
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Post by Francis on Mar 4, 2009 17:50:56 GMT -7
The dust was everywhere, and the alley was barely illuminated by the moon. The only light we had was from a nearby barrel, which had somehow ended up on fire. Walking by it, I eyed it and smiled. Keeping an eye on the cars, making sure that nothing jumps us from behind. Zoey led the way, and I watched her back. From time to time, I would look at Zoeys ass. Admiring the way it moved as she took small steps, and how her thighs curved in a sexy way. When she looked back to see if I was still there, I would pretend to look around me.
Eventually we ended up on a street. Our left was blocked off by a giant chain link fence. To our right was a long street. At the end of the street was a giant propane truck. It was overturned and on fire.
"We should avoid that, it could prove to be a problem." Pushing open a door to our right, we pressed onwards into the room. To our left was a medicine cabinet. I opened it quickly with a smile, to find tons of pain pills stashed away. Grabbing them quickly, I shoved them into my bag. Running out the front of the building, we spotted a sign pointing into the train station. It read, "SAFE ROOM" We both looked at each other, and made a mad dash for it. As we passed a nearby car, A large bulbous man ran out from behind it. Taking aim with my shotgun, I blew him up. LITERALLY! A shower of guts and blood landed on me and my pants. "Aw, gross!" I exclaimed. Trying to brush it off franticaly running. As we entered the stairs a nearby infected leaned up, aiming at him, I waited for him to charge. Instead of actually charging, he turned and looked at me. He looked like he had been through some rough times. A straight jacked locked his arms around his sides. He was blind, as his eyes were sewn shut. Instead, he sniffed the air, and turned and looked straight at me. It smiled, and leaned his head back, and let out a tremendously large cackle, followed by a howl. It was loud, and echoed across the night sky. It made my hair stand on end. Instead of attacking though, he ran off into the night cackling. Zoey looked at me confused. "Let's just go.." As we rounded the corner, we saw a bright red steel door, with many metal bars. As we strode for it, moans and screams erupted from the shelves to our left, as dozens of infect ran straight for me. Ignoring Zoey as if she didn't exist. More erupted from the hallways behind us, I looked around confused. My eyes got wide, and all I could do was whisper. "Oh shit.."
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Post by Zoey on Mar 4, 2009 18:12:24 GMT -7
My eyes widened so big as the zombies starred at Francis, and then as I shuddered I realised why they had suddely appeared. "Francis! The boomer! You shot it! Boomers cover you in a bile that attracts the zombies in masses! Your a walking zombie magnet!" Francis had already pulled out his shotgun and mowed down the ones that ran towards us, even though more continued to gather around. "There is no way I have enough ammo for this!" he yelled. I ducked down as he shot over my head. "Hold on! I have an idea!" I knelt at his feel as he began to fire, pulling out my backpack and shifting around its contents. Quickly I began to assemble a home-made pipe bomb as the horde began to bombard Francis. "Anytime girl! This 'aint no tea party!" He yelled at me, re-loading and shoving a zombie off of him before blowing its face off. I scrambled to finish.
After lighting the fuse, I yelled for him to duck, and then threw the flashing pipe the direction we had come from. Immediatly, the zombies pushed past us to try and catch the flashing, beeping device. "Like moths to a flame." I smirked, grabbing Francis' arm and pulling him towards the red steel door. Behind us I heard the sound of an explosion, and the gritty noise of flesh and bone being blown apart. I couldn't help but laugh, and then mimicked, "Pounce that, BITCH!
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Post by Francis on Mar 4, 2009 18:25:51 GMT -7
As we stepped into the red steel doors, I shoved the door into shutting position. Locking all the bars, and putting up the barricade. I let out a sigh of relief, and slumped into one of the many chairs left in this room. On the table to my right was a computer. It was ancient, and looked completely useless. I was never one for technology, so I stuck out my tounge at it, and groaned in disgust. Slipping off my shoes, I sat down on the table, and threw a barrel of ammo I found into my backpack. I turned to look at zoey, many cuts drizzled on my face from zombie claws. The blood dripped slowly and painlessly from my forehead. I looked at her, and winked.
I layed on my back and looked at her while laying upside down. "So.. What do we do now?"
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Post by Zoey on Mar 4, 2009 18:38:14 GMT -7
"Hell if I know. Wait until the zombies come for us? I hardly believe one steel door is enough to keep them at bay, seriously." I wacked my hand against the metal with a thud, and then walked away from the door. I threw my backpack in the corner of the room and opened one of the cabinets to find a stash of weapons. I smirked and grabbed another pistol, and pulled out an automatic gun, tossing it on the table for later use.
After that I sat on one of the many sleeping bags, my back against the wall, and began to rig up two more pipe bombs. It was quiet between us. It was amazing, the human ability to adapt in situations, like my survival mode had been flicked on so suddenly that my body could barely keep up with my brain. I thought differently now than I had in school. I was forced to interact, forced to feel things differently than I would have before. I tried to push those feelings away and focus.
For some reason, the silence between us became awkward, and I swallowed hard. I barely knew this guy at all, and now I had to try and survive the zombie invasion with only him to rely on. I took a quick glance over at him and away from my work.
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Post by Francis on Mar 4, 2009 18:44:49 GMT -7
I sat up and looked at her, noticing that she was quiet. I sat up from the table and walked over to her. Taking a seat beside her, I leaned my head against the wall.
"So, we just wait here?" I asked. questioning our motives. I watched her rigging pipebombs. "You know that if you pull the fuse out just a quarter inch more, it will give you about 2 more seconds of distraction." Placing my hands on hers, I pulled the fuse out a bit gently. Then let her continue. Touching her hand made me feel funny. At first I thought it was something new, but it turns out, my urges were just bugging me... again. To stop myself from doing something stupid, I turned to the wall and leaned my head against it. I coughed once from the dust.
"It was hard being alone. How did you cope?" I decided that talking about something would calm me down.
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