Ok, first. Commet man. You are not going to be let i nfor quite a while if i have any say in it....your spamming, and being rather rude.
As for your plan, you involved a plane, which I think is way to far fetched, and your plan will be scrapped.
Alright, you have just recovered from a nasty case of the flu, and are a little groggy. Your in a 2 story condo, and you have all doors and windows (except the 2nd story window) planked shut, and you have been using a ladder to get in and out of your base. You have food to last for 1 day, and your only weapon is a steel baseball bat, and you NGA (Nation Gun Association) pistol that you had used for target practice (yes, you in the scenario have some shooting experience). You had been picking off a few strays when you hear a women screaming and a small child (about age 9-11) running across the street. There was about 4 zombies in the road, the women is fairly atheletic, but looks a bit thin. The child has several cuts on his arms, most as if he did it himself, and the 4 zombies were closing in on him while his (what seemed to be) mother had ran towards him, with about 20 zombies tailing her.
So, what do you decide?
Well it seems pretty simple to me.......Ah What the hell story form it is!
5/12/14
Allmost 2 years have pasted now...I am as far as i know the last man alive...well not man exactly, but you know what i mean. I am currently in a condo, much similar to the one my father owned. I can exit and enter through a window in the back, if the ladder I have set up gets knocked down, I could be in a tough spot however. I found two other survivors, soon to be one if this self pitying wimp dosn't stop crying over whats happened.....and slicing him self. Well, it was about a week or two ago it all happened...
"O yeah! Five for five!" I was fireing out of the window into a tree stump. I had painted a red circle to mark my target, and I had hit direct center on each one. Thats when I heard a shrill cry, followed by a more innocent tone. I ran to the front window, and pulled the wood up an inch. There was a women, she might have been beautiful a one point, but she had lost a large amount of weight, and was covered in dirt, and blood. She was being followed, by a boy. He was about 10 I think, and was dreadfully out of shape, and was huffing and puffing, moving about as fast as an old man trying to jog. He was round, but most of the fat had dissapered from lack of food. He had bloodeid gashed which had cloted all over his arms, and most likely the rest of him. What was worse, there were about 20 dead heads being them...not the best day for me.
I ran down the ladder, grabing my gun and bat. The gun had about 10 shots in it, and the bat would only last a little. The rations went into my backpack, and once at the bottom, I shuldered the lader. I ran to the street and fired the shots. I killed 8 succsessfully. I then charged with the ladder, makeing one rush, holding the ladder on its side, and slamming into all of them. I then smashed about 4 more of there skulls. I then started running, picking up the fat kid as i ran. (even though he weighed about 110 pounds) Even though he slowed me down alot, we still made it into another house, which I then boarded up. We are safe for now...
Well ,there you have it. Cen, i will get to yours, but I am to lazy right now...
