He raised his rifle at the woman and yelled "Halt! Or I'll shoot!"
The woman just kept walking along towards the convoy, moving to get out of the way of the blackish debris that littered the side of the road. She was wearing a a holed-up t-shirt and some denim jeans with one hand behind her back. The lead car grinded to a halt as the woman kept coming closer.
"If you do not stop, I will fucking blow you away ma'am!" he yelled from bed of a pickup truck.
The woman kept walking towards the front car, swaying from side to side, still moving around torn pieces of melted metal and bits of broken down cars that laid on the side of the road.
"Final warning! Stop and let us pass or I WILL kill you!"
The woman was advancing at a slightly increased pace now, slightly under a jog.
"God damnit" said the man as he flipped the safety off, "Why isnt anyone human anymore?"
He looked down his sights and popped off 3 shots in rapid succession, 2 hitting the woman, and the last missing her because she was falling down.
She rolled down before trying to get back up again, and the man put 2 right in her back as she tried stepping up. She fell again, but this time she remained down.
"I hate doing that..." said the man as he flicked the switch back to safety.
"She's down" he radioed in to the lead car.
"Gotcha, moving on up" said the front car's driver.
The front car started moving again, and the man sat down in the bed of the pickup.
"Another one?" said the old man in the bed of the truck.
"Yup, a woman this time too" said the rifleman.
"More and more each day it seems"
"Yeah, and I'm the one forced to pull the trigger"
"Its for the survival of us!"
"But they're people too!"
"They WERE people! They're infected now! The only way for us to survive is to make it to Whiteicon then we're doomed!"
"What if Whiteicon is already razed? Then what?"
"Do not talk of such things! Whiteicon is still operating!"
The man looked out into the vast wastes and muttered to himself "Whiteicon better be up, or else we're done for"
Do you guys like this premise for a story? It seems like I could continue it somehow :D
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
"Well, it's all over now"
Chris was ducking and diving between houses and sheds, trying to stay hidden. He'd been traveling for several days, and just barely made it into the suburbs of Columbus. Chris had to move slowly, but at the same time he couldn't barricade himself in a house for more than a day or so, or else he'd get cornered.
He'd cautiously peek out from behind garage doors when he couldn't hear anything, but that was rare. Silence was rare. He'd always hear the shuffling feet or the grotesque moans of agony from the creatures in the streets. He called them "creatures" because that's what they were, mindless monsters, no longer human in any way besides looks, and even that was a long shot. He'd usually have to distract them with loud noises of some kind, which is why he carried a set of tiny wrenches with him. Small wrenches make a lot of noise hitting concrete streets.
All he really carried were those wrenches, a ton of canned food, a pistol with one clip, and a nice big red wrench for hitting stuff. He actually adapted well to the world he was living in now, surrounded by dull husks who's only need in life was to feed, which actually sort of delighted Chris, seeing himself as the sole survivor of humanity's purger, a living legend.
Of course, no one was around to see Chris' life, but he didn't mind, he liked the noise, yet silence of the things that were in every home, sewer, and street.
He peek out from behind a fence to look into the backyard, "Sweet, nothing in here" he thought to himself as he hopped the fence.
He went up to the back door and peeked in, he saw a figure bobbing about in the kitchen.
"Hopefully that's the only one" he thought to himself as he readied his wrench and opened the back door. He tried to make the least amount of noise as possible as he snuck up on his helpless victim, who appeared to be a middle aged woman. He held the wrench like a baseball bat and gave one mighty swing, hitting the thing in its head. The blow gave out a satisfying crunch as the figure went sailing to the ground motionless. Chris started walking past it when it grabbed his leg. He quickly let his wrench fly into the creature's head again, and again, and again.
"Fucking hate when they touch me" said Chris to himself.
Chris heard banging on the front door, and the side door, and on the windows. He panicked and ran upstairs, locking himself in a room and putting a dresser up against the door to keep it from breaking.
"I made way too much noise..." he whispered to himself as he pulled out his pistol.
He heard the thump of feet going up the stairs at this point, which procedded to go into every room but his.
Then he heard it.
Creepily, he heard a faint moan from the opposite side of the door, "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeereeeeee", which was followed by loud bangs on the door.
Impuslively he fired a few shots into the door, maybe getting a zombie or two before he realized that he needed that last bullet for himself.
Before he put the gun up to his head he looked out the window, which faced the front of the house, and was horrified as he saw troves of zombies around the house now, or at least on their way to the house.
He put the gun up to his head and said one final message for deadened ears to hear, "Well, it's all over now".
He pulled the trigger and fell to the floor.
He'd cautiously peek out from behind garage doors when he couldn't hear anything, but that was rare. Silence was rare. He'd always hear the shuffling feet or the grotesque moans of agony from the creatures in the streets. He called them "creatures" because that's what they were, mindless monsters, no longer human in any way besides looks, and even that was a long shot. He'd usually have to distract them with loud noises of some kind, which is why he carried a set of tiny wrenches with him. Small wrenches make a lot of noise hitting concrete streets.
All he really carried were those wrenches, a ton of canned food, a pistol with one clip, and a nice big red wrench for hitting stuff. He actually adapted well to the world he was living in now, surrounded by dull husks who's only need in life was to feed, which actually sort of delighted Chris, seeing himself as the sole survivor of humanity's purger, a living legend.
Of course, no one was around to see Chris' life, but he didn't mind, he liked the noise, yet silence of the things that were in every home, sewer, and street.
He peek out from behind a fence to look into the backyard, "Sweet, nothing in here" he thought to himself as he hopped the fence.
He went up to the back door and peeked in, he saw a figure bobbing about in the kitchen.
"Hopefully that's the only one" he thought to himself as he readied his wrench and opened the back door. He tried to make the least amount of noise as possible as he snuck up on his helpless victim, who appeared to be a middle aged woman. He held the wrench like a baseball bat and gave one mighty swing, hitting the thing in its head. The blow gave out a satisfying crunch as the figure went sailing to the ground motionless. Chris started walking past it when it grabbed his leg. He quickly let his wrench fly into the creature's head again, and again, and again.
"Fucking hate when they touch me" said Chris to himself.
Chris heard banging on the front door, and the side door, and on the windows. He panicked and ran upstairs, locking himself in a room and putting a dresser up against the door to keep it from breaking.
"I made way too much noise..." he whispered to himself as he pulled out his pistol.
He heard the thump of feet going up the stairs at this point, which procedded to go into every room but his.
Then he heard it.
Creepily, he heard a faint moan from the opposite side of the door, "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeereeeeee", which was followed by loud bangs on the door.
Impuslively he fired a few shots into the door, maybe getting a zombie or two before he realized that he needed that last bullet for himself.
Before he put the gun up to his head he looked out the window, which faced the front of the house, and was horrified as he saw troves of zombies around the house now, or at least on their way to the house.
He put the gun up to his head and said one final message for deadened ears to hear, "Well, it's all over now".
He pulled the trigger and fell to the floor.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
"Alpha"
He took aim, looked down his sights, and fired a single shot. His shoulder absorbed the recoil, and he smiled at the aftermath of his bullets trail. He pulled up his radio and whispered into it "Zulos is down"
"Copy that Alpha" said the operator on the other line.
Alpha looked out onto the complex. He saw masked figures running around inside from the window that he had just shattered. He liked the look of hopelessness as they scrambled about aimlessly, trying to locate him. Alpha was lying down on his stomach, then he looked to his right and saw 2 M-77 Velico planes coming toward the complex.
"Those guys are totally fucked" whispered Alpha as his eyes widened.
The 2 M-77's dropped bombs right onto the complex, completely obliterating it.
Alpha looked out onto the building, which was on fire, as was everything around the building.
He said to himself "Kinda makes me feel like my job is useless, but hey, its pay and practice"
He watched the embers burn for an hour or two, then the chopper came and picked him up. Alpha had a cross look on his face since the chopper usually didnt take that long to pick him up from small-time missions like this. As he stepped onto the chopper he was met with the gaudy face of Lieutenant Mersereau.
"We have another assignment for you" said Lt. Mersereau sternly
"Oh yeah sir?" replied Alpha
"Yes, and it'll redoubtably be your biggest assignment yet"
"Tell me about it then, sir"
"You are to assassinate this man" said Lt. Mersereau as he handed Alpha a few pictures.
"You can easily see him from this location" Lt. Mersereau said as he pulled out a map, "He'll be giving a speech at the Moore tonight, so I want you to take him out"
"Will do sir" said Alpha
They made it into the city, and dropped off Alpha at the spot he was told about.
"Everyone will know this day Alpha, don't fuck up" said Lt. Mersereau as the chopper left Alpha on the building.
"Everyone knows everyday I kill someone..." said Alpha as he propped up his rifle onto the ledge.
Alpha looked out and saw the man giving the speech at the Moore. He lowered his heart rate and cut his breathing. He looked down his scope and readied his aim. He took one, clean shot at the man.
The shot sailed downwards, but still managed to strike the man in his lower back, effectively killing him.
"Target is down" radioed Alpha
"You've just killed the President" said the operator, "Welcome to the Revolution"
"Copy that Alpha" said the operator on the other line.
Alpha looked out onto the complex. He saw masked figures running around inside from the window that he had just shattered. He liked the look of hopelessness as they scrambled about aimlessly, trying to locate him. Alpha was lying down on his stomach, then he looked to his right and saw 2 M-77 Velico planes coming toward the complex.
"Those guys are totally fucked" whispered Alpha as his eyes widened.
The 2 M-77's dropped bombs right onto the complex, completely obliterating it.
Alpha looked out onto the building, which was on fire, as was everything around the building.
He said to himself "Kinda makes me feel like my job is useless, but hey, its pay and practice"
He watched the embers burn for an hour or two, then the chopper came and picked him up. Alpha had a cross look on his face since the chopper usually didnt take that long to pick him up from small-time missions like this. As he stepped onto the chopper he was met with the gaudy face of Lieutenant Mersereau.
"We have another assignment for you" said Lt. Mersereau sternly
"Oh yeah sir?" replied Alpha
"Yes, and it'll redoubtably be your biggest assignment yet"
"Tell me about it then, sir"
"You are to assassinate this man" said Lt. Mersereau as he handed Alpha a few pictures.
"You can easily see him from this location" Lt. Mersereau said as he pulled out a map, "He'll be giving a speech at the Moore tonight, so I want you to take him out"
"Will do sir" said Alpha
They made it into the city, and dropped off Alpha at the spot he was told about.
"Everyone will know this day Alpha, don't fuck up" said Lt. Mersereau as the chopper left Alpha on the building.
"Everyone knows everyday I kill someone..." said Alpha as he propped up his rifle onto the ledge.
Alpha looked out and saw the man giving the speech at the Moore. He lowered his heart rate and cut his breathing. He looked down his scope and readied his aim. He took one, clean shot at the man.
The shot sailed downwards, but still managed to strike the man in his lower back, effectively killing him.
"Target is down" radioed Alpha
"You've just killed the President" said the operator, "Welcome to the Revolution"
Sunday, September 18, 2011
"Below the 1st Floor"
CONTINUED FROM "Into the Deep Dark"
As they descended into the lower levels of the caverns, the party was looking at two tunnels, one to their left, and one to their right.
"I'll take the left with Amiele and Kyras" said Santo
"And I shall take the right with Boothead" said Allan
Santo strode carefully left, as the saw several doors on their left and right. They tried to open them all, but to no avail.
"The doors are too thick to break through" said Santo as he tried to beat down a door with his mace.
"Let's just continue onward" Kyras said.
They continued down the hallway until it opened out into a large room. At the end of this room a giant golem statue was blocking the way down.
"SPEAK THE PASSWORD" was all the creature said.
Santo looked over to Amiele and Kyras and whispered "Password? What the hell kind of a password could this golem want?"
Suddenly, the giant golem's eyes flashed, and the necklaces that warded the skeletons dissolved on the parties necks.
"Let's get out of here!" yelled Amiele as all three of them raced back the way they came.
They came back to the staircase and decided to go to the right tunnel this time.
Eventually they came to another section of doors, and Santo immediately threw himself, and his mace, into the door.
The door was rotting away, so Santo flew into the room, and almost fell into a giant hole in the ground. Kyras luckily caught Santo before he could fall into the pit.
"Whats down there?" asked Santo
"Let's find out" said Kyras as he tossed his torch down.
After about 15 or so feet they saw a stream, and the torch went out after hitting the water.
"Looks like we're swimming" said Santo.
"You can swim, I'll keep watch" said Kyras.
"Suit yourself" said Santo as he descended on a grappling hook into the water below.
Santo and Amiele swam down the little stream until in emptied into a grate, at which point they could stand. A jewel encrusted door was slightly behind a fenced in area with a huge lock on a gate.
Santo immediately started banging on the lock, which was smashed almost effortlessly.
Two stone guards turned toward Santo and Amiele, who quickly readied themselves for combat.
Santo went into a blind rage and blew off one of the guards' stone heads, while Amiele merely chipped part of the stonework off. The other stone guard swung at Amiele and clipped her in her chest, then Santo retaliated by hitting the statue so hard that it toppled over, crumbling.
Their eyes lit up as they saw the jeweled door, and they both raced to it with a knife in hand to pry out all of the precious stones.
About halfway through the jewels, they heard a small creature yelp, but they didnt pay any mind to it, for it was a small creature, about the size of a cat.
Their hearts sank as they heard six statues heavy bases coming down the stairs in a rythemic fashion. Santo pushed open the door to see a mighty treasure room adorned by coins, valuables, and armor.
Amiele yelled at Santo "We spent fifteen minutes prying out the gems of a treasure rooms door!?"
"It appears so" said Santo.
Both raced into the treasure room, searching frantically for a place to hide....
TO BE CONTINUEDDDDDDD
Friday, September 16, 2011
"I need it bad!"
Brad texted Tyler "I need it bad doooooood"
Tyler replied quickly "I got your damn charger, I'm on my way"
So, as usual, Brad went to his computer and started his routine, checking facebook, email, that whole thing, when suddenly he heard the opening of his back screen door.
He rushed up to the door and quickly swung it open while saying "Man! I've been waiting for you for fo-" he stopped short as he heard the gun pointed at his face click.
A grizzly old man walked over Brad's body, looking around the house for valuables, and mumbled to himself "I guess he really did want it that bad"
I realize that this story was short as fuck, but it came into my mind after my friend wouldn't shut the fuck up about getting his charger, and wondered what would happen if he opened the door and it wasnt me standing at the other side.
Tyler replied quickly "I got your damn charger, I'm on my way"
So, as usual, Brad went to his computer and started his routine, checking facebook, email, that whole thing, when suddenly he heard the opening of his back screen door.
He rushed up to the door and quickly swung it open while saying "Man! I've been waiting for you for fo-" he stopped short as he heard the gun pointed at his face click.
A grizzly old man walked over Brad's body, looking around the house for valuables, and mumbled to himself "I guess he really did want it that bad"
I realize that this story was short as fuck, but it came into my mind after my friend wouldn't shut the fuck up about getting his charger, and wondered what would happen if he opened the door and it wasnt me standing at the other side.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Not a story, but I still think you should read this
I hate it when I follow someone, or comment on their blog, and then they fade from existence.
Look, I know that you're not making 1927317203 dollars right off the bat, but that's not the point. I find that I enjoy posting stories and shit, and I feel good when I see that other people enjoy them too, and it saddens me to see half of the people I follow just leave to never blog again. Plus, blogging lets you meet some interestin' characters with blogs you legitimately enjoy! Timothy Bowden for example, he's badass. And Dalf? He's one helluva artist. Also, Hadistic Plumber is badasstoo! I would not have met any of them if it were not for bloggin' bout my dumb shit stories (That I like writing)
So to those of you that check back everytime I post a story, thank you! I love you all <3 and try my best to do the same to you!
Look, I know that you're not making 1927317203 dollars right off the bat, but that's not the point. I find that I enjoy posting stories and shit, and I feel good when I see that other people enjoy them too, and it saddens me to see half of the people I follow just leave to never blog again. Plus, blogging lets you meet some interestin' characters with blogs you legitimately enjoy! Timothy Bowden for example, he's badass. And Dalf? He's one helluva artist. Also, Hadistic Plumber is badasstoo! I would not have met any of them if it were not for bloggin' bout my dumb shit stories (That I like writing)
So to those of you that check back everytime I post a story, thank you! I love you all <3 and try my best to do the same to you!
Monday, September 12, 2011
"Trust Issue"
Alexis walked up to the handyman in a seductive stride, "Heyyy" was all she said as she neared him.
"Hello miss" replied the handyman, who pulled up on his scuffed up work uniform.
"Do you mind helping with something in my room...?" said Alexis.
The handyman eagerly hopped up from his painting job and went into the room with the girl. Alexis pinned him to the bed and started to kiss him.
The man easily gave into her, and she started to remove his clothes. After she got his shirt up she looked at him. The man's face lit up as he looked into a gaping maw of razor sharp teeth grinning at him. The girl bit into his neck and quickly silenced the man, and was slowly eating away at him.
"I should really stop going through all this trouble to get one of these" said the monster, "But hey, I LOVE seeing the looks on their faces"
The monster turned into the handyman, picked up his wallet, and started on its way to the handyman's house.
"Hello miss" replied the handyman, who pulled up on his scuffed up work uniform.
"Do you mind helping with something in my room...?" said Alexis.
The handyman eagerly hopped up from his painting job and went into the room with the girl. Alexis pinned him to the bed and started to kiss him.
The man easily gave into her, and she started to remove his clothes. After she got his shirt up she looked at him. The man's face lit up as he looked into a gaping maw of razor sharp teeth grinning at him. The girl bit into his neck and quickly silenced the man, and was slowly eating away at him.
"I should really stop going through all this trouble to get one of these" said the monster, "But hey, I LOVE seeing the looks on their faces"
The monster turned into the handyman, picked up his wallet, and started on its way to the handyman's house.
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