Monday, October 31, 2011

Creative Juices are flowing again

Expect some good shit to be written soon guise :D

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Borrowin stuffs'

I'd love to play Battlefield 3 right now, but my fucking idiot friend borrowed my xbox and hasnt returned it yet.

Friday, October 21, 2011

"The Escape"

The cars of the Black Serpents were much faster than the beat-up pickup truck that Erik was riding in. Erik tried tying a tourniquet around his arm to help with stopping the blood coming out of his elbow, but the knot was rather lose. Tuel and Ramer both had their guns trained on the Black Serpent's cars that were getting closer by the second. It was going to get messy.

"Erik! We're gonna need your help on this one!" yelled Tuel.

Erik was drowsy from the blood loss, but still managed to talk, and muttered out "I gotcha! I'll do what I can!"

He propped his rifle out of the window, aimed at the waste to his right. Tuel and Ramer both already started firing on the cars, which were covered in sheet metal.

"The cars! How many?" shouted Neva as he was crusing along the road.

"I count 5!" yelled Ramer from the bed of the truck and he was popping off some shots.

Suddenly, as they were firing on the cars, they started firing back. All but one had a man leaning out of the window firing at the truck. Bullets were flying in every direction.

Erik leaned out of his window and fired a few shots backwards, but his left arm gave in and he dropped the rifle.

"Fuck! I dropped my gun!" yelled Erik

Neva reached down and pulled his gun up, handing it to Erik.

"Don't you drop this one Mumbasa" he said.

Erik picked up the gun and set it on the door looking out, waiting for a car to come up on their right. Tuel and Ramer were still in a firefight with the cars behind them.

Tuel managed to pop one of the gunners, only after firing off at least 2 magazines. Ramer was hitting the car closest to them, but his bullets grazed off like nothing. The closest car gunner was firing wildly, and managed to hit Ramer in the right shoulder. Ramer cried out in pain as he dropped his gun. Tuel instantly started firing on that car and killed that gunner too. The Black Serpent fell out of the window, and the car grinded to a halt.

"I think they're done!" yelled Tuel as he looked out and all 5 cars had stopped.

"But now they know where we're going!" cried Ramer as he was still clutching his shoulder.

Neva spoke up, and said "It does not matter! Next time, we shall be ready for them!"

Sorry it takes so long to post these things D: I've just been swamped, and need more creative ideas to put in the story

Sunday, October 16, 2011

"Into Ironfield"

The five volunteers were given a beat-up old truck to drive to Ironfield, and Neva was chosen to drive it.

"Oi! This hunk of junk is not worth driving in!" Neva shouted as he stepped in.

"It's the only think we got man!" said Erik as he hopped into the bed of the truck with 2 of the other volunteers.

"What're your names eh?" asked Erik as he sat down.

"I'm Tuel, and this is my brother Ramer, we were picked up outside of Yaltos a month or two ago. The guy in front is Collin, a cousin of ours"

"Well, I'm Erik from Kingcaster, and that fellow driving is Neva, from Norstead"

Neva shouted up from the front seat "Oi Mumbasa! I hear you speak my name! I hope only good things are coming from your mouth!"

Erik yelled up to Neva "You don't gotta say that everytime I say your name Neva! You know I love you man!"

"I know, I know!" wailed Neva in his thick African accent, "I love you too Mumbasa!"

The air was cool and crisp as it was early morning, and they set out towards Ironfield. The road was rocky and rough, but the pickup truck took it nicely. They continued aways down that road until they parked the car and set out on foot.

"Why are we walking?" asked Tuel.

"We dont want to alert anyone that we're here" Erick said, "This MIGHT be Black Serpent territory, but I'd rather not take my chances"

The group went one by one, ducking and diving behind anything that could be used as cover making their way towards Ironfield.

After doing this for quite some time, Ramer asked "What about when we find the supplies? How're we getting it back to the truck?"

Neva spoke up, saying "If we find the supplies and nobody is there, then we'll just back the truck up to the supplies and pick it up!"

Erik was point man, leading the group from piece of cover to piece of cover silently. He stopped behind a stone barricade outside of Ironfield and stopped suddenly.

"Shh" Erik hissed, "Look up there real quick, I see two guys walking around the sign into town"

Tuel and Ramer both looked at each other with shocked faces, and both asked Erik the same thing ; "Are they Black Serpents? or Infected?"

Erik peeped his head over the barricade again, then ducked down quickly.

"Definitely Black Serpents"

Collin's face looked pale, and Neva asked if he was alright, only to get a reply of "I think I'm gonna throw up..."

Collin let out whatever was currently in his stomach out with a loud "Ughhh" following it. The Patrols looked toward the stone barricade, and they sent one of the guards to check it out, with the other covering him from a left position.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit" whispered Erik to himself. He looked back at Tuel, Collins, Ramer, and Neva and said "Alright, when that guy gets here, I want you to take him out Neva, I'll pop out and take out the other guard"

Neva readied his rifle at the top of the barricade, but was loose enough to swivel to either side just incase he decided to come around the barricade. A few moments passed before a curious shrouded figure's head popped over the barricade, only to be promptly shot off. Erik locked onto the other patrol and pulled the trigger a few times. The guard dropped, but not before popping off a few shots of his own, hitting the stone wall next to Erik's face.

"Get up!" shouted Erik, and everyone got up immediatly.

They looked out towards Ironfield, and saw at least 12 figures moving towards them, all armed to the teeth.

"Oh fuck! We're fucked, we're fucked! I'm getting the hell out've here!" shouted Collins as he ran towards the truck. He managed to make it about 25 feet before he got blasted in the back by a sniper rifle.

"Sniper!" yelled Tuel.

"We gotta get back to the truck!" screamed Erik, "You two go! Me and Neva will cover you!"

Tuel and Ramer ran from their cover, and Erik + Neva laid down suppressing fire for them. Both of the brothers managed to make it back to about 75% of the way to the truck.

"We're coming now!" yelled Erik, as him and Neva got up and ran to the brothers.

A few shots sailed by Neva, and Erik ran as fast as he could to the cover where the brothers were. Both of them mantled over the barricade, but Erik was grazed by a stray bullet in his left arm.

"Fuck!" he yelled in pain as he grasped his elbow.

"Fight through the pain Mumbasa!" said Neva encouragingly.

"We have to make it to the truck!" said Ramer.

"One final dash?" asked Tuel.

"One final run!" said Erik as he got up.

All four of them ran to the truck with bullets flying everywhere. Every once in awhile one of the four would turn around and fire blindly, just to distract their enemies. They made it to the car, and Neva started it up relatively easily. Ramer and Tuel hopped into the bed of the truck while Erik went to the passenger's seat. Neva popped it into drive and drove back towards the convoy.

"Are they gone?" yelled Neva to the brothers.

The brothers both looked out towards Ironfield and saw dust coming up from its city limits.

"No..." they said in unison, "They're coming after us!"

Thursday, October 13, 2011

"Meeting Adjourned"


As they traveled down the lonesome strip of road going eastward to Whiteicon; the front car radioed to every care to stop. Each car slowly crawled to halt, and everyone got out and went to the front.

"What's everyone doing?" asked Dybala

Erik opened the back hatch so Dybala could get out easier and said "Meeting up front, gotta be quick about it"

Dybala grudgingly climbed out of the truck and made his way to the front with Erik, who stood by Neva and Neil, facing the bad of the front car. A man was standing out on the top of the car and was speaking aloud to the group.

"Everyone! We are running low of supplies! I'm sending out a team to retrieve food from Ironfield! The group is to get in, and get out quickly! The rest of us are to keep moving forward towards Whiteicon! They will catch up, do not worry brothers!" yelled the man, who had a certain charisma to him.

"We need volunteers for the mission! Anyone who is capable can go!" screamed the man on the car.

Erik raised his hand immediatly, and yelled up "I'll go!"

Neva was 2nd, who instantly threw his hand up and said "Wherever Mumbasa go! I go!"

Three other men joined in too, and the man on the car motioned them to come to the front to recieve something. They all went to the car and the man pulled out several magazine's for their weapons, handing them each two.

The man spoke softly to those five only, and said "Ironfield has been rumored to be a Black Serpent's base, be careful, all of you"

After that, the man sent them all back, and yelled "Meeting adjourned! Let's get back on track to Whiteicon!"

Erik walked to Dybala, and Dybala asked him "What did he give you?"
"Just some ammo and advice"
"Well, what kind of advice?"
"Just that Ironfield might be Black Serpent's land"
"Black Serpent?"
"They must've had you very  in Havenvale didnt they?"

Dybala had a quizzical look on his face and said "Yes, but what ARE the Black Serpents?"

Erik looked out north, toward Ironfield, and said "They're a group of raiders. Cannibals actually. Usually you give those guys a wide berth, but we need the food, so we're going in"

"Are you scared?" asked Dybala, wide-eyed at the fact that it sounded like a suicide mission.

"Of course" Erik said as his eyes passed over the metal rich ground north, "Of course..."

Monday, October 10, 2011

"The Letter"

He was already running home when his dad started calling him, he reached into his pocket and pressed the green "send" button.

"Where are you at?" asked his father
"I'm by the park"
"Alright, well I'm waiting on the porch for you"

Truth be told, he wasnt by the park at all, he was all the way down the street. He just left his girlfriend's house and ran home as fast as he could, because he told his dad he left 20 minutes earlier than he really did. He checked his phone really quickly, "Damnit, it's 10:17" he thought to himself as he was still jogging.

He slowed down as he hit the bend towards his house. He didnt want to be exhausted as he approached his house. He walked into the yard and saw his dad sitting on the porch, beer in hand.

"What's up" said the kid
"Nothing much son, how about you have a seat real quick though"

The kid sat down, and his dad asked him a question.

"Son, what do you really think of me?"

The kid started tearing up and said "Dad, I think you're a dick..."

The dad spoke up and said "Well son, thats what I tho-"

"But you're the most respected person in my life", the kid had tears falling down his face "and when you wrote me that letter when I was away, I couldnt even get four lines in without losin' it"

The dad was awestruck. The kid got up and walked inside, rounded the corner to his room, pulled out his notebook with the letter, and carefully removed the letter from its case.

He walked out to his father again and handed him the letter, "This is the most valuable thing in my life" he said.

His father stood up and grabbed the letter, he read the first few lines and looked up at his son.

"I love you son, never forget that"

"I love you too Dad, I love you too"


Sunday, October 2, 2011

"On the way to Whiteicon"

The old man looked up at Erik and asked "How does it feel son? To pull the trigger?"

Erik looked at him plainly and said "It feels terrible, even if they're infected, they were people once, they cared for their brothers, their neighbors, their sons, whatever. It's just..." he paused "I had to pull the trigger on my own parents." Erik started to sob, "I tried to save them, I really did damnit! I was just too late..they were across town, I lost my fucking brother trying to reach them, only to come face to face with two husks that only wore the face of my parents...I'm suprised that I had the guts to pull the trigger..I cried after it was done too...cried and cried and cried...I didnt even notice the infected coming in through the front door that I left open...I had to pull the trigger again and again...I almost pulled it on myself..but then Neva found me. He busted into my house with Neil and Amie and cleared the infected out here I am, pulling the trigger day in and day out"

Neva shouted up from the driver's seat "Oi Mumbasa! I hear you speak of my name! I hope only good things are coming from your mouth!"

Erik patted the top of the car, "Of course Neva, just tellin' Old Man Dybala my story"

Neva laughed "Oh yes! Tell him how I blew that one zombies brain clear from it's shoulders! That part is the part I love!"

Erik looked at Old Man Dybala and said "Neva likes to brag about how good he is at killing infected, but really, he did save my life, and I offered to be his gunner in return, better than nothing"

"I see" said Old Man Dybala, what of Neil and Amie? Are they here too?"

" of them is" said Erik as he looked out to the side of the road "We lost Amie a ways back, around Havenvale" Erik paused "We lost her getting people like you"

"" said Old Man Dybala

"Sick..old...broken down" said Erik "She died to save you"

Old Man Dybala looked at his arm, which was broken in several spots, and had a crudely made cast around it and said "But I'm a doctor...I can HELP you"

"You cant help shit in your condition" said Erik, "I lost a friend over you, and over the others who are pretty much dead weight"

Old Man Dybala was speechless, his exasperated look piercing Erik's very soul.

"Look...I-I'm sorry for your loss, and..I'll make it up to you, in this life or the next" said Old Man Dybala as he stared at his arm, which was encased in unmovable plaster.

"Show me with actions, dont tell me with words" Erik said as he looked around at the fields of debris.

"Oi! Why is no more story being said?" said Neva as he was changing the clutch to a lower gear.

"Story time's over Neva" said Erik

"That is very sad news indeed, maybe some other time you can tell him of the story of Cleric!"

"Yeah, but that'll have to wait" Erik said as he saw something moving in the debris fields.

"Stop the car Neva!" he yelled as he stood up and flicked the safety off on his rifle.

He took aim, but whatever he was looking at was moving too fast from cover to cover in the field.

"Call cars stop!" he yelled into his radio, and all of the cars grinded to a halt.

"This better be good Erik" said the front driver.

Erik raised his rifle and looked down his scope and popped off a shot at the creature, missing it and hitting a metal scrap pile to its right. The creature jumped out from behind the cover, and Erik's eyes grew huge, and his heart skipped a beat. He looked out, and he saw a golden retriever, scared out of its mind

"What do you see Erik!?" said Neva from the driver's seat, trying to catch a glimpse at the thing from his position"

"It''s a fucking dog Neva" said Erik

"A dog?! They were the first infected by the virus! how is it still alive?" said Old Man Dybala, "You have to go catch it!"

Erik instantly hopped out of the car, but still held his rifle in his right hand just incase. He walked towards the dog, but it darted out, then Erik ran after it too.

Erik looked back and saw the lights of the cars get smaller and smaller as he kept running, but he stopped short as he looked over a hill, and saw at least 50 infected roaming around. Their gapping jaws looked at Erik with a hunger unknown to the human race, and they all started running at Erik.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh SHIIIIIIIIIT!" yelled Erik as he was running back to the convoy firing backwards when he could.

He snatched up his radio and yelled into it "Get the damn convoy rolling! Fast! We got at least 50 coming after me! I'll hop into my truck! Just go!"

Neva's voice came over the radio "You hurry up and run fast to the truck Mumbasa! We have no waiting time for you!"

Erik sprinted through the debris field and hopped into the truck, but an infected was right behind him and grabbed his leg. Erik kicked back, but the hand was still gripped tightly around his ankle, when suddenly, a sharp bang was heard, and the grip loosened. Erik climbed into the bed of the truck and was face to face with old Man Dybala, a smoking pistol in his left hand.

"I told you I'd help you sometime" said old Man Dybala as he popped off two more shots

"Hah, didnt think it'd be that quick" said Erik as he let loose with his rifle.

Neva was racing down the road, as was the convoy now, and after about 20 minutes there were no traces of infected following them.

"Sorry about that front car, how much farther to Whiteicon?"

"You're lucky we didnt lose anyone Erik, but about 150 miles" said the operator

"How far have we traveled so far?"

"About 12 miles" said the operator

"Greattttttt" said Erik as he laid his head on the side of the bed of the truck as it went casually down the road. << That nigga helped me create characters with his comment on my last story :D