The Stories of OP: March 2011

Monday, March 14, 2011

Guest Writer - The Invasion - Part One - Unformatted

See the first part of an excellent party from a third-party writer. His email is included at the bottom. He promises to write more. I plan to write the third part of the zombie story tonight, by the way.

-OP

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CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:17:22 No.315742319

ALRIGHT /b/, IT'S ADVENTURE TIME!

You sit at the computer desk in your upscale apartment room in downtown Greenville, South Carolina, laughing heartily at a story your friend Bob tells you on Skype. Bob and the rest of your friends are back in Columbia, SC at University, living the college dream while you languish at your semester-long internship with Michelin Tires. You miss school, but it pays well and internships are a vital part of a business education these days.

Suddenly, Bob becomes tense as a loud bang echoes across your speakers. Before you can comprehend what's happening, a rush of color fills your screen. A muffled cry is heard, and then...nothing. Skype goes black, and the call is lost.

You're disturbed. Reared on zombie video games and horror movies, your first reaction is to fear the worst. What do you do?

A. Try calling Bob back a couple of times. It was probably just a prank played by one of your other friends.

B. Turn on the news to see if anything of note is happening in Columbia.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:18:51 No.315742547

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:22:31 No.315743022

You call and call, but no response is raised. This is very much unlike Bob, a young Southern gentlemen, punctual and polite almost to a fault. You begin to worry. Calls to his cellphone are likewise ignored. As a matter of fact, calls to ALL of your friends' phones yield no response. Understandable in a way, it IS 3:21 AM, but still...this doesn't sit well with you.

A. Scan the news for information

B. Fuck the news. Head to your car and grab your Mossberg shotgun out of the trunk, just in case,

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:23:37 No.315743202

>>315743022

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:27:14 No.315743747

MOFO A i am tired of f5

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:27:29 No.315743789

>>315743022

You flip the local news channel on and see....nothing out of the ordinary. The story is about a shooting in Florence last week. Certainly not a surprise, you'd be amazed if there WASN'T a shooting in Florence this week. You were more than happy to get the Hell out of there after graduating high school.

You lay back on the couch, your fears set aside. You doze, tired from a long day at work.

Suddenly, an unknown amount of time later, you awake with a start. All the lights and the television are dark. The microwave clock is dead. You reach up to cut on the lights, and they don't respond. The power is out.

A. Go to the hall closet to find the fuse box.

B. Walk outside and see if all of the power down the block is out.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:28:26 No.315743926

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:28:27 No.315743931

Sorry bo, I'm typing all of this as we go. I'll type as fast as possible! :D

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:28:28 No.315743934

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:29:40 No.315744094

>>315743789

But you take your shotgun with ya, just in case.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:31:18 No.315744296

I got A and B so lets try B here for a second.

You slam the door behind you and walk out into the warm Carolina night. Just as you feared...the lights all the way down are out. You walk a few hundred feet across the courtyard to Apartment 601, your friend Scott's room. Suddenly, just as you hit the center of the courtyard, you see a tall, lanky shadow dart behind a building out of your peripheral vision.

A. Fuck this! Run back to your apartment as fast as possible.

B. Bang on Scott's door frantically.

C. Run to your car and grab that shotgun.

D. Go investigate that shadow. Fuck fear!

>> Dude. !!60ojazPa++n 03/14/11(Mon)03:32:15 No.315744427

>>315744296

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:32:29 No.315744466

>>315744296

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:33:13 No.315744568

MOAR, FASTER!

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:33:35 No.315744625

>>315744296

CCCC

captcha: nuclear idifie

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:35:17 No.315744865

>>315744427

This is all too freaky for you. You've been training for Marine Corps officer school post college, and your training kicks in. Sprinting to your car, you throw the trunk open and grab the Mossberg Maverick 12-gauge sitting in your trunk. Racking a shell into the chamber, you grab a box of shells and throw as many as you can into the pockets of your PFG fishing shorts. Feeling like Rambo, you're ready to face whatever comes.

A. Wait by your car for whatever decides to fuck with you

B. Head to Scott's, fully prepared for anything.

C. Investigate that shadow.

D. Hunker down in your room. The best offense is a good defense right?

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:36:02 No.315744970

>>315744865

b or c you choose man

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:36:55 No.315745099

What a weird fucking coincidence. I meet a smoking hot girl from a town I’d never heard of, a few hours away (Greenville, SC), and then see it mentioned on 4chan, the first time I bother to visit in years.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:37:14 No.315745149

>>315744865

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:37:26 No.315745185

>>315744865

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:38:58 No.315745423

bumping :3

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:40:45 No.315745692

>>315744970

While you're itching to go ham on whatever is lurking behind that building, two heads are better than one. You head to Scott's door and bang hard enough to wake the dead. Moments later, Scott answers, dressed in pajamas and looking very tired. He is shocked to see you toting around a combat shotgun.

"Dude....what the FUCK?!" He yelps. You explain the situation slowly and rationally, and when you're done, he starts laughing. "You're afraid of a few shadows? The hell is wrong with you, you goofy fu...."

Scott is cut short by a claw extending from the dark behind him and piercing his chubby, t-shirt clad stomach. Scott shrieks in horror and is pulled back into the darkness.

A. Holy balls! I've gotta save him!

B. That cut looked awful, there's no way he's surviving this. Retreat to the apartment!

C. Bolt to your car and try to drive off.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:41:25 No.315745777

>>315745692

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:41:41 No.315745815

>>315745099

OP here, come hang out! G-ville is a great town! We gots them fine Carolina girls too ;)

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:41:45 No.315745826

>>315745692

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:46:39 No.315746519

>>315745692

Marines are America's heroes, and it's time for some fuckin' heroics. You dash into the apartment, locked and loaded for bear. The living room is lit by the neon glow of Scott's laptop, but once you get in there, you almost wish it wasn't...Scott's body sits limp in the corner, eviscerated from a sucking hole in his gut. He's dead.

You put your back to the wall, ready to avenge your friend. Your chance comes quickly, as a tall, thin shape rounds the corner from Scott's bedroom. A vaguely humanoid horror, the creature has long, bony arms and the face of a man except for a gaping jawless maw filled with horrible teeth.

Or at least, it HAD the jaw of a man, before you dumped two shells into it. Now it doesn't have a face at all. Get some.

A. I've got to save the rest of the apartment's denizens! This is no time for cowardice.

B. Retreat to your apartment

C. Check the news again on your phone. After reloading, of course.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:47:36 No.315746668

>>315746519

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:47:51 No.315746696

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:51:48 No.315747275

>>315746668

Reports from all over the Southeast are flooding in. The stories vary regarding it's origins, but one thing is certain: Several portals have opened across the Southeast, and horrible creatures are pouring through by the hundreds. Hell has broken loose on earth, and you're dead in the center of it. You feel sick to your stomach, and a fat pinch of Grizzly Wintergreen dip does little to calm it.

The eerie calm that had fallen over the night is suddenly broken by sirens. You can identify at least three seperate rescue vehicles wailing their warning across the night. Gunshots ring out from somewhere close.

A. Investigate the gunshots. This is not something you do alone.

B. Find a safe place to hide.

C. Head to your apartment and retrieve your doomsday cache of weapons and supplies.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:52:31 No.315747388

>>315747275

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:54:58 No.315747744

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:56:35 No.315747983

E. I rush to my room, lock the door and beat off one more time, before the world ends.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:57:28 No.315748127

>>315747275

No use going at this unprepared. If you're facing Hell itself, you're bringing Heaven with you, goddamnit. You bolt across the courtyard to your apartment. Halfway across, you see people start to pour out of their doors by the dozens.

"Get back inside and lock your doors people! We're under attack!" You yell. Some laugh nervously in disbelief while others slam their doors and bolt them tight. Still others break for their cars. Ignoring them, you leap across your threshhold and head for your closet. In the corner under some pillows, you find your Chiapa Rhino revolver, a Browning .30-06, a cache of ammunition, a bandoleer and a professional Gerber bucknife. Strapping your gear on, you head back outside. The courtyard is chaos. 6 or 7 creatures are assaulting the denizens of the complex. A man is dragged across the street by a horrid little monster with long scythe-like arms.

A. I've got to save these people! Attack!

B. This is a lost cause. Time to split.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:58:44 No.315748308

>> Dude. !!60ojazPa++n 03/14/11(Mon)03:59:48 No.315748470

>>315748127

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)03:59:50 No.315748476

Sorry again for the delays yall, I'm trying to make sure this is quality. If you could bump while I'm writing it wou;d be greatly appreciated :)

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:00:45 No.315748606

bump

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:01:52 No.315748748

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>>315748476

sure ill dump wallpapers

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:02:38 No.315748885

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>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:04:26 No.315749153

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>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:04:58 No.315749235

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>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:05:17 No.315749290

iin my imagination, the monsters look like nekromorphs. damnit

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:05:47 No.315749361

>>315748308

You're heroic, but realistic. You can't fight seven of these horrors alone. No sense dying now, stay alive and do the most good you can in the future. You dash around the building and head the back way to your car. Slinging the shotgun across your back with the rifle, you unholster your Rhino just in time to plug two small toad-like creatures with legs like bulldogs and hanging razor tongues through their evil little heads. You arrive at your car just in time to realize that you're not driving anywhere. An elephant-sized behemoth has just come off the street onto the only road out of the complex. It walks on two legs like a man, and it drags a long flail made of skulls across the asphalt, tearing up the ground like it's nothing. It laughs, a terrifying, twisted abomination of mirth, and heads right for you. It's about two football fields away but its steps shake the very earth itself. You're fucked.

A. Bolt into the forest behind you and try to use your size to your advantage.

B. Try the car anyhow and try to get around it

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:05:54 No.315749378

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>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:06:56 No.315749525

>>315748748

Thank you bo! Much appreciated. I'm loving writing this and I hope yall are enjoying it. I have dreams like this every night so this is actually really personal as goofy as it sounds.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:07:05 No.315749545

>>315749361

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:07:38 No.315749615

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>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:07:52 No.315749639

not too many bumps, plox. think of the posting limit;)

also compliments to OP

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:08:25 No.315749713

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>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:09:26 No.315749846

>>315749639

oh alright then

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:11:00 No.315750063

bumpity bump bump bump

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:11:26 No.315750116

>>315748127

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:12:08 No.315750199

>>315749361

You abandon the car and leave the creature behind you, sprinting into the trees. You wish your supplies had included a damn flashlight; the woods are very dark. Behind you, you hear the creature shriek in rage and storm forward, most likely after you. You run faster than you've ever run, faster even than in your years playing Linebacker in high school at North Florence. After a while, the footsteps behind you seem to cease, and you eventually come out of the woods at a shopping plaza off I-385. You see a group of police officers heralding civilians into the enormous Best Buy at the end of the plaza, and the lights in the Burger King illuminate another group, holed up with random melee weapons and guns.

A. Head to the Best Buy. There are few windows and probably many avenues of escape.

B. Head to Burger King. Those people need your help more than the people being protected by the cops.

C. These people are all dead. Head back into the woods and skirt the highway til you're out of the populated city.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:12:12 No.315750218

god i wish i was high right now...

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:13:18 No.315750374

>>315750199

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:13:35 No.315750407

>>315749290

dunno what they are, but the name suits what they look like in my mind

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:13:39 No.315750417

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:13:57 No.315750466

A! Best buy. need a flashlight

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:14:04 No.315750487

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ill bump after every continuation

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:18:51 No.315751133

>>315750374

These "strongholds" are a tactical nightmare. Not a chance. You head further through the woods for fifteen to twenty minutes. The view on the highway is awful. Cars are piled up everywhere, overturned like playtoys. You see a young woman pulled from a Tahoe and ravaged by a creature like the one that got Scott. It tears off her head gleefully and devours her face .This is horror worse than you've ever seen.

You head deeper into the forest, but your stamina starts to fail you. Through the trees, you see a compound with huge barbed wire fences. It's a junkyard. Inside, dozens of well armed men patrol while others are hard at work on trucks and buses, likely building armored vehicles to fight back the tide of monsters. Farther in, you see women and children sequestered near a small office. You look right, and see a plume of red smoke about a quarter of a mile into the forest.

A. Move on

B. Try to gain entrance to the compound. These people look well prepared.

C. Investigate the red smoke. It may be a military signal for a green zone.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:20:06 No.315751318

>>315751133

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:20:08 No.315751320

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http://www.iamcal.com/games/choose/room.php

go add to this/play this k thnx /b/

sorry op this is faster

pic unrelated

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:20:14 No.315751338

>>315751133

get in that compound and rape dem wimmenz

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:21:10 No.315751466

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bump

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:22:06 No.315751596

>>315751320

stfu i like what op is doing

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:22:18 No.315751623

OP is actually a good writer :)

And can write quickly... good job OP :)

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:23:07 No.315751728

Gotta say, you're a fantastic writer.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:26:17 No.315752132

f5 f5 f5 f5 f5!!!

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:28:26 No.315752395

>>315751133

OP, can I post your story after you are done on my story site? I write choose your own adventure stories on 4chan all the time, but I haven't seen much decent writing from anyone before.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:28:59 No.315752474

>>315751318

The people inside the compound are startled by your approach. Defensive, they shoulder their weapons and aim at you. A well dressed man, clearly the leader, yells out to you. "Identify yourself!"

"I'm John Houlihan!" You yell back. "I'm a student at USC and a Marine cadet. Please, let me in. I can't do this alone."

The men exchange suspicious glances, but they open the gate nonetheless. They open the gate, and you dash in. It closes behind you, and the men circle around you. "Weapons down, for now." The leader demands. You holster your Rhino and drop your shotgun and rifle to the ground.

"Now listen here boy. We're all from Shantin Baptist down the road. We were having Wednesday night revival when this all started. Understand son, our vengeful God has unleashed Hell on an unbelieving Earth, and we are here to glorify him and fight the tide of death. Problem?"

"No sir, I'm a Baptist myself and..."

You're cut off by a crash. The gate falls to the ground behind you and you turn to see your worst fear brought to life: the elephant-sized monster from the apartment lopes into the compund, followed by dozens of the hook-handed goblins you saw at the apartment.

"He's an agent of the Devil! HE BROUGHT THEM HERE!" The man yells. Most of the men engage the monsters immediately, but two turn to you, shotguns cocked and aimed at you. "DIE DEMON!" one shrieks as he cocks his gun

A. Try to reason with them

B. Red Dead Redemption this shit, pull out your pistol and ice the two men. It's too late for diplomacy.

C. Grab your guns and head deeper into the compound

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:30:02 No.315752631

>>315752395

Absolutely :) Whats the site?

Also, i made an email for story-related contacting. opversustheworld@yahoo.com

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:30:48 No.315752745

>>315752631

http://storiesofop.blogspot.com

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:30:48 No.315752746

>>315752474

b or c whatever would be more interesting

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:31:21 No.315752843

>>315752474

CCC

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:31:31 No.315752863

quickdraw that shit

>> Dude. !!60ojazPa++n 03/14/11(Mon)04:31:39 No.315752886

>>315752474

bbbbb

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:32:05 No.315752940

>>315752745

That's you?! No way! You're the one that got me to write this story actually! I was reading the second part of your zombie story on my Droid the other day :D

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:32:31 No.315753002

B LOLZ

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:32:58 No.315753064

>>315752940

That's me :)

I just shot you an email.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:35:25 No.315753389

Bbbbumpppppp

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:38:16 No.315753747

>>315752746

You pull the Rhino out and plug the man on the left out of sheer instinct. All of those days at the range pay off as his body crumples to the ground. You aim at the second man, but before you can pull the trigger, one of the razor goblins does the job for you. Cutting his neck cleanly open, it jumps on his shoulders and starts to feed on his eyes. He fires wildly, missing you by a long shot. Retrieving your guns, you holster the Rhino and aim the rifle at the closest goblin. The .30-06 slug penetrates its sunken little chest, and it falls to the ground, it's razor claws flailing. Knowing this is a lost cause, you run past the group of guards as they're steadily slaughtered. You see a gate at the far end of the yard, past hundreds of wrecked cars. Hurtling a Chrysler Sebring, you land like a cat and keep running. The cry of a small girl makes you stop dead in your tracks. The beasts have broken the guards' perimeter and are closing fast on the women and children. There are about four left, not counting the elephant demon currently crushing the leader of the guards with his skull flail. The abject horror on the little girl's face tells you that you have a responsibility here. You can't in good faith leave these innocents here to die.

A. Stay and fight.

B. Run

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:38:18 No.315753758

BUMP

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:39:23 No.315753895

>>315753747

You said it was a long shot. Now you want to consider staying? No, just run for it!

>> puddi magnet 03/14/11(Mon)04:39:37 No.315753925

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:40:30 No.315754051

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:41:13 No.315754130

go go go

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:41:28 No.315754164

>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)04:43:27 No.315754450

can we get this thread archived?

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:44:47 No.315754650

>>315754450

If I can stay up the whole time I will post it on the stories site... but I will email OP and ask him to send it to me if I fall asleep, so it will be archived regardless.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:46:43 No.315754928

Bamp

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:48:44 No.315755187

Bumping...

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:48:48 No.315755199

Bumpididu

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:49:55 No.315755335

>>315753925

Better to live a hero than die a coward. You head over to the office building. "All of you, get out of here! I'll hold them off!" You yell. The uncertainty in your voice indicates that you likely won't be holding them off for long. The innocents are shocked, but they damn well don't need to be told twice. As they run off, you duck behind an exposed engine block for cover and blow the skull off of one of the goblins. The rest focus their attention on you. Thankfully, the elephant beast is still focused on what guards are left. Small pleasures, I reckon.

One goblin leaps into the air, claw poised to strike. You rack another round and fire, but miss. You drop the rifle and unsling your shotgun, a last stand you knew was coming. The goblin lands on the engine, and is summarily erased by existence by 00 buckshot from your Mossberg. You rack another shell, the last one in your internal magazine, and ravage the second goblin. The third is suddenly upon you. You block its claw with your shotgun, but the impact knocks it out of your grip. You pull out the bucknife, knowing you're dead but not going out without a fight.

"Get some, fucker!" You scream, and cut a strip out of its left flank. It reflexively brings a claw up and slashes your forehead. Blood pours down into your right eye, obscuring your vision. Through your left eye, you see it prepare for another strike, and stab out half-blind at it. The knife embeds itself into the creature's eye, and with a gasp it dies instantly.

You survived. For now at least.

Knowing you cant defeat the elephant monster who is now wiping out the last of the human fighters, you turn and run. The survivors are completely gone, the back gate hanging open in the night.

A. Make like the innocents and bolt out the back.

B. Try to get one of the reinforced trucks to start.

C. Stay and try your luck fighting the behemoth. This borders on insanity. What are you, suicidal?

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:51:22 No.315755511

>>315754650

Funny story, but I really am an intern in SC, so basically I've got to work at 8 and I'm pretty much not gonna be getting any sleep anyhow because of this now I reckon haha. So I'll be up and writing til then. If you don't make it til then I'll send it to you

>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)04:51:43 No.315755555

>>315755335

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:51:57 No.315755583

>>315755335

BBBBBB

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:52:55 No.315755715

>>315755335

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:53:35 No.315755806

>>315755555

>>315755583

>>315755672

Next vote calls it. Nice quads btw Puddi

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:54:51 No.315755974

ccccccccc

>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)04:55:26 No.315756046

>>315755555

no wey, quads!

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:56:38 No.315756230

it's obvious that insanity isn't much of a problem for you, send that beast back to hell.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:56:50 No.315756256

>>315755974

FUCK YEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)04:59:42 No.315756600

>>315755511

You actually in training to be a Marine? I'm in the military myself.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:01:58 No.315756867

c'mon OP this shit is good let's hurry

>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:02:22 No.315756916

>>315756867

you cant rush perfection

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:02:34 No.315756950

>>315756867

He is writing relatively long posts. Plus, it's not an easy job... it's actually pretty tough to do this.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:02:51 No.315756986

>>315755715

You'll never make it on foot, and you know that. You scan the area hurriedly, finally laying eyes on a jacked up Ford F250 with hastily thrown-on armor plates and big floodlights on top. It's as good as any, you figure. You hop in the cab and thank the good Lord, because the keys are in the ignition. You throw it into drive, and haul ass out the back gates just as the behemoth finishes with the guards. It roars and starts out after you. It's legs are huge and its very fast, but not faster than your American-built monster of a truck. You leave it in your rearview as you drive down the bumpy dirt road back towards the highway. The behemoth lets loose a roar of rage as it fades away behind you into the night.

A ways down the road, you find the survivors. They aren't survivors anymore. One by one, bodies litter the side of the road, flayed like a 12 point buck after a hunt. You say a quick prayer as you roll by.

Finally, you reach a main road. You're in Greer, a small town outside of Greenville. Main Street is quiet, the action long since ended there. Shop windows are broken, buildings are blazing unchecked, and bodies are everywhere. Greer has been overrun. Except....

The floodlights in the courthouse are on. Army trucks and Amphibious Assault Vehicles are drawn in a perimiter around the building, and barricades pepper the area. There are no soldiers outside but you're sure there are still survivors inside, probably well armed.

A. Investigate

B. Keep driving. This will only end up like last time.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:03:39 No.315757100

>>315756600

Yessir! USMC PLC, tryna be Force Recon someday. What branch?

>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:04:10 No.315757173

>>315756986

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:04:20 No.315757194

>>315756986

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:05:06 No.315757289

>>315756986

We could keep driving forever, but what's the point? It makes for a boring story.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:05:19 No.315757320

>>315757100

I'm in the Canadian Forces. Army.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:06:06 No.315757416

BUMPPPPPPPPPPP

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:06:11 No.315757424

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:08:03 No.315757653

Too much action. Protagonist needs some break. CPPPPPPPPPP or necrophile scene

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:09:04 No.315757775

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Bumpity Bump Bump

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:11:35 No.315758035

>>315756986

You park the truck and hide the keys under the front left tire, just in case. Your weapons rattle in the eerie quiet as you approach the courthouse. This all seems too...orderly. Too perfect. Your defenses are raised. Something's wrong here.

You take the steps two at a time and knock on the door. A slat slides open in the door, and a rugged, worn face looks back at you through a clearly poorly rigged peephole.

"Who are you?" a voice with a thick country accent inquires sharply from the other side of the door. You explain yourself and your situation. Without responding, the man slams the slat closed and opens the door. "Get in." He says.

You walk through the door into the court house, and it slams behind you. A slick looking man sits in the receptionists chair, surrounded by guards. "John...we've been expecting you." He growls with an evil grin. You turn to run, knowing now you've wandered into a trap, but it's too late. You turn just in time to see a rifle butt slam you in the face.

You wake up in a crudely made cell, barely big enough for a man your size. You're nearly naked and your guns are gone.

No choices this time, I'm writing another post then you get choices :) keep bumping!

>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:12:48 No.315758189

>>315758035

ITS A TRAP

GOD DAMNIT

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:13:12 No.315758246

>>315758035

Intrigued

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:13:33 No.315758275

>>315758035

A. Grab my balls,

open the floor

get on the door,

everbody shot web some more.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:16:29 No.315758595

>>315758189

Not the good kind of trap...

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:16:34 No.315758600

>>315758035

a. cry

b. mastrabate

c. piss yourself

>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:17:03 No.315758661

>>315758600

d: all of the above

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:18:15 No.315758788

>>315758661

E. All of the above at once.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:18:33 No.315758822

>>315758035

You lay in your cramped cell for what seems like hours. The sun has risen and shines through a small window, the spring heat making you sick to your stomach. Finally, two enormous men dressed in hooded black robes enter the room and drag you from your cell. Your head throbs from the goblin cut and the beating you took from the man at the door. You don't even bother inquiring what's going on, as you know you won't get an answer. The men drag you into the courtroom, and sit you in the defendant's seat. It would be poetic if it wasn't so terrifying. The room is full of people of various sizes and shapes, all in black robes and hoods. They laugh and hiss mockingly at you. The slick looking man sits in the judges seat, staring down at you with his same evil smirk.

"What's going ON here?!" You spit angrily at the man. He laughs, an awful cackle that chills you to the bone. "First, you're going to tell me about yourself young man. We're all very curious about you."

A. Give him a hurried, rambling explanation of who you are

B. I'm not letting this guy run the fuckin' show. Ask him again what's going on

C. Don't say a word. They're not getting anything out of you

>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:19:45 No.315758958

>>315758822

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:20:02 No.315758996

>>315758822

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:21:17 No.315759129

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:22:19 No.315759244

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/b/

HAHA SEE WHAT I DID THERE

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:26:13 No.315759670

Bump

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:27:59 No.315759853

bumpity-bump-bump

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:28:55 No.315759985

"A tough guy. How touching." Scoffs the slick man. "Ok son, let me let you in on a little secret. This world is over. You’ve surely seen it coming, you little maggot. Everyone has. Disasters, war, unrest in Africa. All of it ties together perfectly. It’s the end of days, and you should be proud to bear witness to it! The Creator has decided to give us pitiful humans a chance to redeem ourselves in the fires of war, and many have taken on that mantle. We are here to make sure that doesn’t happen. The only thing standing in our dark Master's way is a man, designated by God himself as the so-called Hero of Humanity. It was supposed to be a secret who that man was, but...the Devil has his ways, as they say.

Now, while the odds that you're that man are stunningly low, you're the prime target at the moment. Our dark Lord has been watching you for some time now, and he's on his way with a precession of archdaemons at the moment to personally tear your soul from your body and, Satan willing, end this stupid war. As a matter of fact, I sense his presence right now..."

The doors behind you fly open, and an overwhelmingly sickening presence covers the room.

A. Panic and run, trying to find a way out somehow.

B. Hold your ground. Let what may come, come.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:29:10 No.315760015

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bump for justice

>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:30:01 No.315760118

>>315759985

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:30:30 No.315760171

>>315759985

But really C: Run without panicking

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:31:10 No.315760249

>>315759985

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:31:39 No.315760307

show the prince of darkness some of your own.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:32:24 No.315760375

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/b/

HA HA I DID IT AGAIN, HOW OUTRAGEOUS!

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:32:31 No.315760379

>>315760171

this

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:35:58 No.315760712

Bump... sleepy...

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:38:26 No.315760967

>>315760118

You turn and face the presence, well aware that there is no escape for you. The sight that greets you is worse by far than anything you've seen yet. Surrounded by dozens of abyssal horrors stands a nearly seven foot tall, skeletal figure. All of the hooded forms in the room immediately drop to their knees, writhing and whispering to themselves in near-orgasmic ecstasy. The figure strides to where you stand, and the hooded goons all begin to chant in unison, in one voice. The language is unlike any you've ever heard. You stand tall and proud, facing Hell itself. No mere man could stand in front of the Devil himself, but you feel...bolstered somehow. Reinforced. The Devil is upon you.

You suddenly float into the air in front of him, your body locked with horrible spasms and he extends his hand toward you. Just as he is about to touch you with his skeletal fingers, the chanting rises to a crescendo, but your spasms start to cease. The reinforcement comes back to you, a flood of light in the darkness. You feel power course through you like an outlet, flowing out of each and every one of your pours. The Devil withdraws his hand, shrieking and hissing, and the power explodes out of you. You lose consciousness to the sight of every demon in the room spasming wildly. You smile.

You awaken in a soft, clean bed in a small, cheerily decorated room. You're terribly confused and weak.

A. Lay here for a while and recover your strength.

B. Head to the door and try to find whomever saved you

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:39:46 No.315761106

B. I friggin love where this is going op. you blindsided me with that one

>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:40:01 No.315761136

>>315760967

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:41:36 No.315761313

the letter before C and after A

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:42:00 No.315761359

OP here, are yall still reading this/liking where I'm going with it? I just wanna make sure I'm not writing to a wall

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:42:03 No.315761363

>>315760967

/b/b/b/b/

>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:43:01 No.315761453

>>315761359

im loving it man

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:43:22 No.315761483

>>315761106

How? It's just LOL YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONE

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:44:14 No.315761566

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/b/

OMG SOMEBODY NEEDS TO STOP ME

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:44:23 No.315761639

>>315761359

If people are still voting it means they are still interested, though I think it needs more dinosaurs.

>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:45:41 No.315761698

>>315761566

fucking lol

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:45:44 No.315761701

>>315760967

You open the door and look upon the living room of a tiny, simple wooden house. A fire burns in the fireplace. It's spring in South Carolina, and there's no reason to have a fire burning, but the temperature in the room is perfect. There are no visible electronics or trappings of the 21st century. The huge, picturesque windows look out onto a rolling field and a gorgeous lake. It's your idea of a perfect place.

An ancient, benevolent looking old man sits in the corner in an overstuffed, comfortable looking chair, knitting. He doesn't look up at you. His enormous spectacles hide his face. Everything is too perfect to be real.

A. Approach him.

B. Walk outside.

>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:46:35 No.315761787

>>315761701

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:47:09 No.315761839

>>315761701

dude is god

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:47:19 No.315761861

>>315761483

I think maybe u is jelly

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:49:59 No.315762147

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:55:04 No.315762744

>>315761701

Last time was tarp.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:55:32 No.315762804

You decide to leave the old man for later and go investigating. As you head to the door, however, it flies open and two adorable, golden haired children run in. The old man looks up, smiling. He embraces them, smiling proudly. He speaks to them in German, a language you could never claim to understand, but somehow you comprehend exactly what he's saying. He is their grandfather, and they've come to hear his stories. He tells the wide eyed children of a time before man, when God cast the Devil out of Heaven for his ambition, and his subsequent attempts to gain access to the Throne. He tells of Noah, of Job, of Samson. He talks for what could be hours, and yet you're enamored nonetheless. His stories begin to tell of a time of war between God and the Devil on earth, a catastrophic time that brought down flames and death from one corner of the world to another. Surely he speaks of the current conflict? "But how?" you wonder. Just as his story reaches it's climax, the image suddenly starts to fade.....

You awaken, alone, in the courtroom. It is day. The demons are gone, and all of the robed cultists are dead, save the slick man who is nowhere to be seen. Again, you're confused and scared. The reinforcing presence is gone. You take to your feet.

A. Investigate the courtroom

B. Head back to the truck and strike back out on the road

C. Set out on foot. The truck draws too much attention

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)05:57:23 No.315762978

>>315762804

You're the motherfucking chosen one...

and that truck is going to run out of gas.

>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)05:57:29 No.315763070

>>315762804

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)06:00:36 No.315763309

>>315762804

A we know we have backup

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)06:03:37 No.315763622

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Bumping for epicness

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)06:04:22 No.315763706

>>315762978

The truck was far too conspicuous to begin with. It's not worth dying for a nice ride. You stride out of the courtroom into the main entrance and find your gear piled in the corner. How convenient. Instead of taking your .30-06 which is running very low on rounds, you grab an AR-15 slung across a chair, a couple magazines and a box of rounds resting at the base. You throw open the doors and step into the sun. There are no monsters in sight, but you see a far more amazing site: living breathing people. Dozens of them, hundreds even, many armed with hunting rifles and crowbars and the like. Down the street, you watch a group of armed men kick open a door to a flower shop. They sweep in, and you hear gunshots. After a moment, they return to the street and usher a group of wounded and battered elderly people inside. Others are working to reinforce windows and doors. A mammoth of a man is standing near your truck, seemingly directing the work efforts. At the day care building next door, a young blonde woman with striking blue eyes is administering to the wounded.

A. Talk to the man.

B. Talk to the woman.

>> Puddi Magnet 03/14/11(Mon)06:05:51 No.315763883

>>315763706

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)06:06:16 No.315763931

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)06:08:15 No.315764125

sorry OP i can't stay up, else i'll pass out far too early tomorrow. Pains me to not finish the story, hopefully it gets archived on that site.

>> 1745-R-S !k/mlQdBDxE 03/14/11(Mon)06:09:29 No.315764269

>>315763931

keep on writing

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)06:11:18 No.315764459

>>315763883

You go over and talk to the woman, she takes her top off. You Touch her boob laugh and walk away

The End

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)06:12:20 No.315764558

The people on Main Street are so busy, they barely notice you as you stride across the street to the day care center. Not all of them are too wrapped up to take note of you though; up and down the street armed sentinels stop patrolling to stare at you. A watchman posted on the roof of a greasy spoon-type diner trains his rifle on you and watches your every step. These people aren't fucking around.

Unfazed, you approach the young woman. She's worn and exhausted, yet still radiant. You introduce yourself, but she barely responds. She's wrapped up in her work and has no time for you. When you tell her about the cultists though, she perks up. Turning away from a teenage boy with a clearly broken arm, she asks you a barrage of questions about your experience in the courthouse. You tell her, and she yells to a group of armed sentinels to go check the courthouse out. Her name is Anne. A nurse at a huge hospital in Greenville, she was evacuated to Greer by the National Guard at the start of the catastrophe. They had staged down the road a ways, but their perimeter was overrun during the night. Anne had survived by hiding in a meat locker while everyone else had been massacred.

Hold on, typing more.

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)06:12:26 No.315764574

fucken AMAZING story OP 6:11 am and cant stop reading ganna hit up ur email with sum compliments

>> Anonymous 03/14/11(Mon)06:14:20 No.315764777

Alright yall, op here. I gotta get ready for work. I'll send this to the guy and get it on his site, then write more when I get home tonight, I promise! If you want me to send you part 2 in case you miss it, email opversustheworld@yahoo.com

I'll finish it, I promise!

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Hmmm...

Trying to decide whether or not to make the third part of the current zombie story about the mother of the two kids, or to just keep going with the kids.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

My Family and the Zombies - Part Two - No Choices

Friday, 11 March 2011, 0815

You begin to follow your sister through the crowd, but you can feel fear growing in the crowd as the groans, screams and gunfire move closer. The crowd surges forward in fear, and suddenly you have lost sight of your sister. You are still leaning on Cindy for support as you surge forward, your arm wrapped around her back. She reaches down and grabs your injured arm instead, pulling you along behind her. It hurts, but you steel yourself against the pain as the two of you begin to run as part of the crowd. The weight of the shotgun is heavy on your right arm as you lug it along through the crowd; you wish the shotgun had a sling so that it was easier to run while carrying it.

You can hear screams and groaning from behind you in the distance as you surge forward. You look over at Cindy, whose eyes are filled with terror and whose grip is tight on the shotgun she carries. "What do we do?" she yells at you over the sound of the crowd.

"We need to keep running. We can't wait for anyone," you tell Cindy. She looks at you and nods, fear still in her eyes.

The two of you continue to run across the bridge, but you are not as fast as you should be because of the blood you have lost. You look down at the bandage around your arm and there is blood seeping out from it.

You see people begin to fall in the crowd, not because they have been taken down by zombies, but because the pressure of the crowd is too great for them. The crowd is a seething, shouting mass as it filters through the stopped cars.

You look over your shoulder and you see a mass of people rushing forward on the bridge. You move with Cindy to the left, away from the outgoing traffic. There is no traffic coming back into the city. As Cindy pulls you forward someone suddenly grabs at Cindy's arm.

You look to see the face of a man who looks half-crazed grabbing at her as you all run forward. She screams.

You swing the shotgun up, letting go of Cindy with your injured arm in the process, and bring the shotgun to your shoulder. The man looks at you and begins to shout, "No!", but you have already pulled the trigger. His chest explodes as the shotgun slug rips through him and comes out the other side. You pump the shotgun and then grab back on to Cindy.

The crowd is suddenly energized with fear from the shooting, and everyone is screaming all around you. Fighting begins to break out as the two of you run forward again.

You are huffing and puffing as you run, with Cindy pulling you, encouraging you to go faster. You see the furthest forward car stopped on the bridge deck near you. It is empty but it is still running, but it is surrounded by people.

You decide to ignore the opportunity with the car and keep running for the end of the bridge. You hear the groans and screams coming closer as the mass of people moves forward. You are stumbling as you run forward, and Cindy is pulling hard on your arm, trying to make you move faster.

You look to your left and see someone on the ground, a zombie gnawing at the back of their neck. Suddenly they are in and among the crowd. You look to your right and see another person go down, a zombie clawing at their back.

The crowd is frantic now, scrambling against each other as they surge forward, people dropping to the ground around them.

As you reach the end of the bridge you see two zombies battling with a group of people. You think you catch sight of your sister running away down the highway, but you are not sure.

You run towards the people who are fighting the two zombies at the edge of the bridge deck. You raise your shotgun to your shoulder and fire, hitting a zombie in the stomach with a slug. It drops to the ground and begins flailing, trying to grab at the people around it.

The second zombie has a young woman on her back and is snapping at her face, trying to bite her. She is trying to fight the zombie off and is screaming. You hear a boom to your left, and the zombie's disappears. You look over to see Cindy standing there with a smile on her face.

The girl stands up, screaming. She looks to be about your age and Cindy's age.

You yell to the girl, "Come with us," as she shakes the brain matter off her face. She looks at you in amazement, but Cindy grabs her hand and she pulls you along. There is shooting rippling all along the bridge as people fight the zombies. If you weren't in Canada and people had more guns you could be more successful.

The three of you begin running along the highway. You are not as fast as everyone else, but you trudge forward, determined. There are zombies in and among the crowd to your rear, and you also hear some screams up ahead.

As you charge forward you come across a zombie, a female, feasting on a woman's stomach. The woman is screaming; she hasn't turned yet. You point your shotgun at the zombie and blast it in the head. You look at the woman, who is lying there, writhing in pain.

You consider what to do, but before you have made a decision Cindy pulls out her handgun and points it at the woman's face. The woman looks up at her with pleading eyes, and Cindy pulls the trigger.

Within a few minutes you arrive at the 152nd Street onramp. There are vehicles speeding onto the highway. None of them are stopping to pick up anyone on foot. You see a couple of dead bodies of young men at the side of the road, bullet-holes in their heads.

Looks like the world has given up on being nice.

You watch as the vehicles come up over the on-ramp and then speed by on the highway. Most of the other people walking away from the bridge have shifted to the other side of the highway, as there is no oncoming traffic.

You rush to the driver-side edge of the road and then kneel down and cradle the shotgun in your shoulder. Your dad taught you how to shoot, but it's tough to hit a moving target.

You watch a couple of vehicles speed by, tracking them as they go, before you get the timing down. The next vehicle that comes around the corner is a large, black SUV, and just as it passes by you pull the trigger while aiming at the driver's side window.

The window shatters and the SUV drifts to a stop at the edge of the road. You rush forward to the SUV and throw open the driver's side door. An older man's body is in the driver seat. His wife is beside him, screaming.

"Get out of the damn vehicle, lady, before I take off your head." She looks at you in shock, but unbuckles her seatbelt and gets out of the vehicle.

She screams at you, "But what am I supposed to do?"

Cindy looks at her as she jumps in the driver seat. "Walk," she says to the lady as she gets in. You jump into the passenger side door of the SUV, pushing the lady out of the way. The girl who you saved, still looking terrified and covered in guts, jumps into the back. As soon as you are inside Cindy lets out a whoop as she hits the gas.

She turns to you. "That was intense!" That's one way to say it.

"What do we do now?" she asks.

"Alright Cindy, pull off the highway here and we will travel along the back-roads instead." She looks at you with surprise in her eyes. "Do you know the backroads of Surrey very well?"

"Not really. But it's better than sitting here and waiting, right?"

She nods.

She pulls off the highway and onto the road. Suddenly you are travelling away from all of the traffic, and you are able to move again.

You look back at the girl, "What's your name?"

She responds, "Danielle... thanks for saving me."

You smile at her, "Of course... always happy to help."

You drive by a Wal-Mart, and the parking lot is packed with vehicles. Cindy looks at you.

"Just keep going and take the next left... have to keep moving," you say to Cindy.

She nods and you drive by the Wal-Mart and then take the next left. You are driving down a back-road in Surrey, with farm houses on the right and the left.

Cindy drives fairly quickly down the path. You should be reasonably far ahead of the horde now. You have made it another 15 minutes or so down the road before you run into a problem. Up ahead the road is filled with a backup of vehicles.

You turn around and backtrack through the backroads. Cindy is starting to become stresses as you begin driving back and forth.

"Relax, don't worry," you tell her. "So long as we are heading East we will be good to go." She nods and she continues driving. You find another road that heads East, and then you are moving again. There are some other cars on the road, and everyone is moving pretty fast. You pass a couple of cars in the ditch, but no one seems to be stopping to help anyone at the moment.

You look back at the girl. "Danielle, do you have an iPod on you?"

She smiles and nods. "Yeah, that's one thing I can help with. Here." She hands you the iPod and you plug it in. The first song that's playing is "Highway to Hell". You look back at her. "Nice taste."

She smiles. You progress another 15 or so minutes east until you hit another intersection heading North where everyone is driving towards the highway. The northbound traffic is backed up, and there doesn't seem to be any way through.

You get out of the SUV and grab the shotgun in your hand. You are still feeling weak, but the adrenaline is keeping you going. Cindy stays in the car and watches as you walk up to the first vehicle in front of you. You point the shotgun at the driver side window. An Asian man looks at you with fear in his eyes.

"Move your fucking car, now, or else I'm going to blow your fucking head off!" you shout at the man. He looks at the cars in front of him and the cars behind him and then pulls out of the lineup and off the road. Immediately the car behind him starts to edge forward.

You fire the shotgun into the air and the vehicle stops. You keep your weapon trained on the car as Cindy passes through the gap, and then you jump back into the SUV and keep going.

"That was impressive," she says to you as you get in. You smile at her, "Shit, not as impressive as killing those zombies earlier."

She laughs in agreement.

You continue driving down the backroads at top speed. Finally you hit 248^th Street and the road is fairly clear heading north.

0915

You decide to keep driving along the back roads. After a few minutes, you run into a dead-end in a suburban area. There are not many vehicles left around. It looks like most of the homes have emptied out as people heard the news.

You don't see any zombies around, and the area seems to be clear of pretty much all people.

You look over at Cindy, and then back at Danielle.

"We can either backtrack to 248^th and then try and find another way, or we can stop here and get some supplies," you tell the two of them.

Danielle says, "Can we stop so I can at least wash myself off? I am just coated in... stuff."

You decide to stop so that Danielle can take a shower. Cindy looks at you with concern in her eyes. "Are you sure this is the best course of action?"

"Look," you respond, "we have to get food at some point anyways. We might as well do it while we are ahead of the horde." Cindy nods and you pull into the driveway of a large home. You get out of the car and you and Cindy cautiously approach the front door.

"Do we knock?" you ask her. "No, not really required," she responds.

You smash the window with the butt-end of your shotgun and then reach in and open the door. You don't hear anyone inside.

Danielle immediately rushes upstairs to head for a shower. Cindy, being more practical, immediately heads for the kitchen to look for supplies.

You begin to look around the house for something useful. You walk into the garage. Inside there is a car underneath a cover. As you pull the cover back you see an old-school Porsche convertible. You will have to decide at some point whether or not to go with the Porsche or the SUV...

You look around the garage and see a few useful things, including an axe and some bolt-cutters. You grab them and put them by the door of the house. You look around outside and still do not see anyone around. Good.

You head back into the house and head down into the basement to see if there is anything else. The basement has some canned goods, but other than that it looks like the family who lived here had cleaned everything out.

You spend another few minutes looking around and then head back upstairs.

Cindy is carrying stuff out to the entranceway. "It's been a while... should someone go check on Danielle?" she asks you.

You head slowly up the stairs, your shotgun in your hands. You can't be too cautious now. You hear the sound of water running in the bathroom.

You tap on the door. "Danielle?" You don't hear any response. You try the handle to the door and it's unlocked.

You slowly slide the door open. You see Danielle facing away from you through the shower curtain. You slowly approach the shower and then place your hand on the curtain, your other hand on the trigger of the shotgun.

You pull the shower curtain open and she turns around and shrieks. She tries to cover her body as you stand there staring at her.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asks you.

"Just wanted to check you for bites... mind if I examine you?" you respond.

She looks at you coyly. "Alright, go ahead and take a look." She drops her hands to her sides and steps out of the shower. You lean your shotgun up against the bathroom counter and stand in front of her. You begin to run your hands along her body, ostensibly checking for any bites. Her skin is smooth and soft as you slide your hands over her breasts, down her tight stomach, and then over her legs.

"Turn," you say to her. She turns around and places her hands against the bathroom counter and pushes her ass out. You run your hands down her back and then to her ass. Definitely no bites. You let your hands rest on her bare ass, which she wiggles a bit as you touch her.

You slide your hand down her thighs. You feel your cock hardening between your legs as you look down and see the water running down off her ass. You can see her smiling at you in the mirror.

"Umm, alright. You're clean... ummm, we have to go now," you say to her. She turns back and looks at you with astonishment. "What?"

You shrug, grab your shotgun, and close the door behind you. You are breathing heavily, and your arm still burns from the gunshot wound.

You head downstairs, your face flush. Cindy looks at you. "Umm, anything wrong?" You look back at her. "Nothing, just need to get bandaged up again... arm is hurting." Cindy nods and you sit down while she rebandages your arm.

After a few minutes Danielle comes out of the house, now looking clean and fresh. She gives you a weird look, at which point Cindy gives you a weird look, and then the three of you pile back into the car.

You tell Cindy to head north towards the highway. She gets on the road and turns the SUV back north. The wind is blowing in her hair through the shattered driver's side window. The vehicle still smells like blood from when you killed the driver. You watch and smile at Cindy as she drives, and she looks over at you and smiles. You look back and catch Danielle looking at you, her eyes tight. It's a look of frustration.

You turn back towards the road. Need to stick to what's at hand. You pass by a Christmas tree farm and then you are passing over the highway. 248^th doesn't have an on-ramp. The highway below is packed with vehicles moving slowly.

You direct Cindy to drive over the overpass and then turn right onto 64th Avenue. She does so, and once again you are driving down the back roads, although this time you are parallel with the highway. It seems some other people had the same idea, and 64^th is also packed with vehicles moving east at high speed.

You pull in behind a van and follow them along the road. You are doing about 90km/h, so everyone is moving pretty fast. You see a few vehicles that have been in accidents along the road. When you reach 272nd St the road is clogged heading both North and South back towards the highway. You see a number of the vehicles are empty, and it you see people trudging South towards the highway on foot. Looks like people have given up on transportation. There is no road east, just a farmer's fields and some woods beyond.

You look at Cindy and then back at Danielle.

You direct Cindy to drive off the road, down the embankment, and through the farmer's field. She edges around through the stopped traffic, and then she drives down the embankment and into the farmer's field. It's somewhat muddy, but you get decent traction as you drive through.

You manage to find a gap in the woods and then you are back onto a road heading east. You turn to Cindy, "That was easy, babe. Good job!"

Cindy smiles back at you. You see Danielle leering at the two of you in the rearview mirror.

You are able to continue driving along the road, which still has some traffic on it. You are driving along the road until you come across a massive accident. With everyone driving at such high speed it was bound to happen. There are a number of cars twisted into wreckage in the middle of the road, and you are surrounded on either side by woods.

0950

You tell Cindy to just drive through the wreckage. She looks at you, then looks back at the wreckage and hits the accelerator.

"Hang on," you tell Danielle. She shrieks and grabs onto the back of your seat. Cindy hits the wreckage at a reasonable speed, and you smash into the cars with a crash. You slam forward, and the airbags activate.

Cindy struggles with her airbag and then looks over at you. "Fucking brilliant..." she says with a smirk.

The three of you get out of the car. You tell Danielle that she needs to carry as much of the food as she can. "Why do I need to carry the food?" she asks you.

"Because I'm injured, and Cindy can shoot. Now let's fucking go."

Danielle pouts but grabs the food and you continue walking East.

You come across a farmhouse at the side of the road. It has a garage. You turn to Cindy. "What do you think?"

She looks at you and then at your arm and responds, "I think we need a vehicle."

The three of you walk up to the farmhouse. The front door is ajar. You slowly push the door of the house open with your shotgun barrel and look inside.

It's dark inside, and you have a tough time seeing anything.

You edge forward into the darkness and try to flick on the light switch. Nothing. The shades are closed, and so very little light is filtering into the house.

The three of you slowly shuffle forward, with Danielle grabbing at your arm. You try to shrug her off but she holds on tightly to your injured arm, making it difficult to hold your shotgun.

The three of you are silent. You nod to your right, and you and Cindy turn to the right, heading towards the garage. As you approach the garage door a shape approaches you from the left and you hear someone moan. It's dark and you can't see.

You pull the trigger, feeling the backblast in your arm. Your aim is off because of Danielle, and you catch the figure in the arm. It spins around and then falls to the floor. Then it stands again and begins lurching towards you. You can see it's face now in the dark, and it's obviously a zombie. It lets out a wretched moan, and then Cindy fires again, hitting it in the face and knocking it back and to the ground.

"Let's fucking go!" she shouts. You grab the door to the garage and throw it open. Inside there is a beat up old Cadillac. Cindy rushes to the driver's side door, opens it, and then scrambles, looking for keys.

She looks back at you. "No fucking keys!"

You motion for Cindy to follow you, and you run back into the house together. Danielle follows cautiously. You immediately run over to the body and begin rifling through the pockets for keys. As your head is down, you hear another groan. You look up to see a zombie coming around the corner just a couple of feet from your face. Cindy fires again, and the zombie stumbles back and falls down. You wouldn't have been so lucky without her help...

You are about to thank her, but your hands feel something metal and jagged in the dead zed's pocket... the keys! You grab the keys with a whoop and the three of you rush back out to the garage.

You throw the keys to Cindy, who jumps in the car and turns it on. Danielle jumps in the back and you jump in the front. A zombie in a farmer's shirt stumbles out from the darkened doorway behind you and groans loudly.

Cindy hits the button on the garage door opener and it slowly begins to open.

You roll down your window and point your shotgun at the zombie as it approaches.

The garage door slowly winds up. The zombie is almost upon you when Cindy hits the gas and then you are out and in the sunlight again. Saved you the ammo.

The three of you whoop with joy as Cindy pulls the car back onto the road and you head east.

1020

You keep heading east on the backroads, Cindy driving the car like a maniac as you speed away. Danielle brought her iPod from the last vehicle, but there is nowhere to plug it into the old Caddy.

The roads seem to be clearer now. Anyone who had a vehicle is probably clear by this point. As you drive you see a few people in the fields. You can't really tell if they are zombies or people, but you are sure that some of them are the former, as they begin to run towards your vehicle as you drive by.

You drive east until you hit the end of Mckee Road in the woods. Your last chance to turn back towards the highway, or you can head up towards the river. If you head towards the river there are not a lot of roads left that will take you east.

You turn and head up towards the river. The path is winding, but it seems to be relatively clear of both people and zombies.

You are amazed that the zombies managed to make it so far so fast. They must be able to churn through groups of people pretty fast if they were that far away from where they started in only four hours. That is if you and your sister did see some of the first ones in the morning...

You reach the edge of the river and then turn back to the east. You drive along for a few hundred more yards and the road ends. There is a tugboat tied to the lone pier, and then there are railroad tracks which lead east.

The three of you get out of the car and head over to the boat. You are feeling somewhat faint as you go, and you look down at your blood soaked bandage again. At some point you need to deal with the fact that you got shot this morning...

The three of you get on the boat. "We're so lucky we managed to find this... we would have been dead if this wasn't here," Danielle exclaims. Cindy looks at her. "We're not dead until we're fucking dead, alright?"

Danielle gives Cindy a tough glare back, sniffs, then walks over towards the tugboat. The three of you get on. Cindy puts down her shotgun and then unties you from the edge. You hit the starter on the motor and, miraculously, it starts. Looks like the tug is here to haul barges from the quarry, and so it's maintained in reasonable condition.

You pull away from the dock. You don't see any zombies around. No dramatic escape this time.

The tug may be a river tug, but there is a below-decks area.

You hold your shotgun tightly as you walk down below-decks. You fill the magazine with fresh shells as you walk, using some of the store that was in your pockets. Danielle follows you down.

There are a few bunks below and a small galley, with a stock of food. At least you have something that you can eat now...

You walk into the room with the bunks to check if there is anything else. You hear Danielle close the door behind you.

You turn back to her and she's smiling at you.

"I thought maybe we would get to finish what we started earlier back at the house..." she says with a smile.

You look at her and then look at the bunks.

You throw the shotgun on the bed and smile at her. You have the image of Cindy in the back of your mind as you step forward to Danielle, but it quickly fades as her lips lock onto yours. She kisses you passionately, her tongue thrusting into your mouth and her hands wrapping around your back.

She quickly pushes you down onto the other bed and pushes you back. She lays her body on top of you and begins kissing and licking at your neck. She raises her shirt up and over her head, exposing her small breasts to your eyes. You immediately latch onto her right nipple with your mouth, your tongue flicking back and forth as it hardens.

She moans softly and slides her hand down your chest. She pulls your shirt up and over your head and then slides her bare body up and down yours. She can feel the hard bulge in your pants, and her hands slide down under your pants. You can feel her fingers wrap around your hardening cock and you gasp.

"How about you suck my cock, Danielle?" you say to her with a smile.

She drops to her knees and pulls your legs around to the edge of the bed. In one quick movement she slides your pants off. She grabs at your shorts and then slides them down and off your now hard cock.

She wraps her hand around it and squeezes it, a drop of precum leaking from the tip. She sticks her tongue out and slurps it up and then looks up and into your eyes as she wraps her lips around your cockhead. She slides it into her mouth, stuffing it halfway in.

She begins to bob her head up and down on your cock, making you moan loudly. You begin to thrust up towards her mouth, pushing into her warm mouth with every movement. You can feel her tongue sliding back and forth along the underside of your cock as she sucks on you. You wrap your hands around her hair and she moans softly and looks up at you.

"Time for you to get out of those panties, baby," you tell her. Danielle smiles, stands, and then slides her pants off. She's already not wearing any panties.

She pushes you back onto the bed and then positions her pussy over your hard cock. She slides the head back and forth against her wet hole for a few moments and then slowly descends, sliding your cock into her hole. She moans loudly and then gasps as she hits bottom.

She leans over and kisses you as she begins riding you, your cock thrusting in and out of her hole. The two of you moan as you fuck, her tight pussy clenching at your cock.

Danielle begins moaning loudly, her voice carrying throughout the ship. The engine is loud, but Danielle is louder. She groans as you fuck her, almost wailing as you thrust into her.

Suddenly the door bursts open and Cindy is standing there with her shotgun at the ready. She looks at you, then at Danielle, then back at you, disappointment in her eyes.

"I... I... I thought maybe... that one of you was in trouble..." she says. Her lip trembles as she looks at you, then she turns back and closes the door.

You push Danielle off of you and grab your boxers off the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Danielle asks you, shrieking. You ignore her and pull your boxers on and rush out the door. You rush down the hallway and back onto the deck, where Cindy is standing, piloting the boat. There are tears running down her face.

"Look, Cindy, I'm sorry," you say to her.

"About what?" she responds.

"I didn't mean for this to happen... it just did," you say to her.

"Whatever. It doesn't fucking matter. Go back to her... we're here to survive anyways, right?"

"I need you more than I need her... in more ways than just... I just do," you say to Cindy. You were never very good at speeches.

Cindy looks at you. "I understand... I know how stressful this is for all of us. And I know you're hurt and everything... at the moment I need you too... I could use a fucking hug at the moment," she says to you through tears with a grin.

You smile at her and wrap your arms around her. She pulls you tight into a hug. As you're hugging you hear a sniffle behind you. You look back to see Danielle as she turns back away from you and walks below.

You look at Cindy and the two of you laugh.

You give Cindy a soft kiss on the cheek. "I gotta go get dressed and get my gun," you say to her. She nods and smiles. "Alright. Just don't fall into any pussy on your way..." she says.

You laugh. "Don't worry about it..."

You head back down. The door to the bunk room is closed. You knock. There is no answer. You slowly open the door. Danielle is sitting there on the bed crying.

She stands up, walks over to you, and slaps you in the face. "You fucking tease! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

You slap Danielle in the face. She falls back onto the bunk and looks up at you, shock in her eyes.

"Look, I fucking saved you. I know you're pissed and all, but I don't really care at the moment. I'm focused on surviving here. You can either come along for the ride, or you can get off our fucking boat and swim, alright?"

She looks up at you and nods. You pull on your pants, grab your shirt and your shotgun, and walk out of the room.

You walk up back on deck with Cindy.

"How did she take it?" she asks you.

You smile at her. "I think she knows the way things are now," you say to her with a smile.

"What now?" she asks you.

"We keep heading east, stay away from land, and go as far upriver as we can. We'll re-evaluate tonight," you tell Cindy.

She nods and smiles at you. It's still a beautiful sunny day out as you chug along through the river. There are a few other boaters out, but no one calls to each other. Everyone is just heading East.

You look back towards the city, but your view is of course obscured by the forest. You wonder what happened to your sister, and if your mom could have possibly survived...

You wonder what the hell happened, and where these zombies came from...

It doesn't look like you will be getting any answers today. You feel a deep hole in your heart for your parents... you ran out on them, but you couldn't do a thing about it.

You turn back to Cindy and give her a soft kiss on the cheek. There was at least one positive thing about the day. You look down at your bloody arm. And more than a few negative things as well.

To Be Continued