This is a completely serious club, people who make a decent enough plan will be able to comment and review other plans. Here is some zombie info.
run/walk: they walk
scream/groan: they groan
day/night: All da time babey!
what they attack: EVERYTHING THEY HEAR, OR THAT MOVES!
survivors: very very little, like near 100-1000 people on EARTH
guns: This is real time, being your neighboorhood and everything, you have all the resources you have in your house.
cure: there is none.
where to go: so long as you have a plan to get their, go for it.
how much you can carry: AGAIN, THIS IS REAL TIME
family members: theres a high chance they are zombehs too. able to join: if you didn't read, just make a good plan.
durability: they can take ALOT of damage, worse than playing last stand 2 with just a pistol for the entire game when the zombies have twice as much life.
doors: they can't work a doorhandle for the mostpart of their brain is already rotted I am still making my plan right now, but I think some of you can do it. Let the zombie surviving begin!
If you want to see who the new member is go to thoadthetoads profile. And seeing as this club is being extremely inactive i am gonna post a senario.
!SENARIO!
*BANG *BANG *BANG* *click* *click*
You were out of ammo, and this was not the best time. You were being surrounded by zombies, maybe 20 in total, from all side. You were in an old barn, looking around you found a pitch fork, a sickel, and a few flares. You also see a tractor to the back of the barn. It wouldn't do much, seeing as they could reach you from the growned. What do you do?
*BANG *BANG *BANG* *click* *click* "O come on!" I yell. My gun is out of ammunition. I see zombies all around me I have to think quick. I throw my no useless gun at them. I mean it won't do me any good now. I see something metal it's a pitch fork and a sickle. I run over and I grab them. All the time I am taking in the surrounding area. The barn is old most likely 50 to 70 years old. It is 2 stories high though I don't see stairs any were. The moans are getting louder making it harder to think. I keep looking around the barn. The barn is almost empty except for a really old tractor that you would see in the black and white movies. I hear a smell, it's horrible and I mean horrible and I notice that it isn't from the ever closing zombies. DId I mention that the moans are getting closer? I look to the right and see a pile of what was once hay or something close to that. Now all there is a of compost.... and bones. "These zombies will eat anything, or anyone. I need to get out of here". I grab the pitch fork in my right hand and the sickle in my left. I look around to see were there are the least zombies around me. There to the left. There are only 4 there. I quickly Chop off the handle to the pitch fork. Now I also have a staff. I know how to use a staff things are getting better, I hope it will be enough. I grab the pointed part of the pitch for and throw it at the ones to my left. A hit in the head! Though it doesn't look as though it went far enough in because it is still walking closer and closer. Picking up the staff I charge the 4 zombies. "In a normal case I wouldn't charge zombies. I would let them come to me. Though in a normal case I would also have a gun. Boy I really wish I had a gun." I slash with the sickle right though the neck of a zombie. One down though the others are now really really really really really close. I drop the sickle for I know it won't do me any good here. WHACK WHACK WACK I hit 2 in the heads one I managed to get one right pitch fork handle I had thrown earlier cracking the skull. I then do a almost baseball swing at the others head with the staff. CRACK! NO! The zombie was down, but so was my last weapon. On contact the wood had cracked destroying the staff. Moans were getting louder if I didn't take down the one zombie blocking my way to the wall..... I don't want to think about that I grab my shoe, I mean it's the only blunt object I have. I swing it using my right hand. I close my eyes just hoping beyond all hope that it works. CLUNK I open my eyes and look down. I still have my shoe in my hand. Then I see it I had hit the zombie off it's feet. Sending his head right though the sickle I had dropped a few seconds ago. I don't waste any time I run straight for the wall. There aren't any doors or windows on this side of the wall. It will take something more then that to stop me. Crack! I ran right through the wall. I felt that my rips were cracked, but I was out and away from the zombies, for now. I get up and I run. It doesn't matter were as long as I run.
no, that would be te end all to the worldXD but that cant happen cuz its chuck norris....but what would b epic would b chuck norris vs a chuck norris zombie!!
"What the hell!" Were did they all come from. There were zombies comeing from all sides, and i was running out of ammo. I would be wasted vvery soon out here in the open, looking around I decided to sprint toward a barn nerby, and fired the last few rounds I had. looking around I only found a tractor, a sickel and a pitch fork. I ran over to the rust covered tractor and was relived to see the keys laying on the seat. picking up the pitck fork I tyed it to one side using my shoelaces, and held the sickel in my hand. I fired the tracktor up and ran through the front. The zombies on the sides were all I had to worry about. With the sickel in hand I slashed at the ones that got to close to me, letting the pitchfork do the smae on the other side. I would be able to use this to get around, untill I found something better.
the cuck norris thing was still funny, be a bit serious and you could be in next friday. Since the club was so inactive, I didn't make a new member. So try and do so please. Just stay active and well for a week and your in! pretty much guaranteed. Now then,
*click*. . .WTH? *click* *click*. . . SHIITE!!! Running for a nearby pitchfork, I trip, fear encasing my very being. Just barely able to get a grasp on the pitchfork, I stick it straight through a zombie head. Figuring I couldn't fight them all of, I jump on a haystack, and hope that the zombies have better legs than mine. Jumping on one heard and pole vaulting off the other zombie, I grab my empty gun, and throw it straight through another zombie, making a hole to my escape. I got to the tractor, making somewhat a lance of the pitch fork. I rode the tractor across several zombies, out the side. With the flares I had, I lit one, and threw it onto the straw ridden floor. The barn had caught flame, and I drove the tractor away.
