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!
As you were running through the store, you came to a split. One way had canned goods, and zombies, while the other way had the exit, unblocked. Your only weapon, is your shoping cart. There are about 10 in total.
K then Im lucky beacuse im really rich and my dad collects guns. We even have some ones from the Civil War! But ok anyway my family is dead, im the only one left in my family and I am stranded in the middle of nowhere USA. Sooooooo.... Im going to start my story here: One peaceful day I am sitting on my computer writing on a armorgames forum. I look up and see!!!... one of my cats having a hairball on our living room rug... Then I hear the moaning, they are suttle at first, but then they kept getting louder and louder and LOUDER UNTIL I deside to go take a look outside. I step outside and see my family walking towards me moaning, their cloths are rags. I run inside lock all the doors, get a gun, and go up on my balcony and shot them... I gotta do what I gotta do. By that time I realize what is going on, a zombie invasion. BUM BUM BUMMMMMMM...
Well skater since you have done my scenario's I think it's only fair that I answer yours so here it goes.
To my left I hear the moans. I quickly turn my head to see 10 of the worst smelling zombies I have come by. "This is why I hate shopping" I say out loud to nothing in particular. I grip the bar of the shopping cart tight, the only solid thing in between me and the zombies teeth. I quickly start to pull at the bar. "Bang!" the bar comes off. It is about as long as my arm. I then take one look at the right to were a door to the outside, were the zombies aren't. Though I quickly come back saying "I could run, but then I wouldn't have the magical fruit". I start to push on the cart to make it gain speed. As I get down to were they are I start flailing my bar. Hitting zombies and cans a like. some cans fall into the car with a clunk. I then spin around and go once more the head to the door.
I know it isn't that good I wrote it in a rush. Also if you haven't gessed the magical fruit is beans.
OKK I killed my family, my neighbors, and chopped up every really cheesy peice of furniture my parents owned... Lets check my list: Baracade the doors, check. Go to my neighbor's houses and steal all the food, check. Get all the cats inside, check. READY!!! Heh heh... funny... this reminds me of a forum on armorgames.com, what was it called agian? something something club?
Hey, I have found out the best place to be when the outbreak hits. Switzerland. Every man goes though basic training and when it's complete is issued an assult rifle incase they are ever attacked. Which means that there would be a lot of rifles.
plz comment on this & enjoy its gone...its all gone. my life is GONE!!!!!! i frustratingly think to myself. hordes are coming after me. falling into that bush of weird fruit was a bad idea. i load my oozi and prepare of battle. accustomed to this life I just give the zombies slight grin as i pull the trigger welcoming them to their second death. Blasting them left and right they fall with a last low moan. after about half of them fall to the ground i drop my gun, awestruck. "Wow." I say aloud to myself. the "alive" zombies are eating the dead ones. Actually paralyzed with shock and fear for the first time in years i head down and off the hill. When i reach the bottom im back at ground zero, A.K.A. New York City. The barren and torn city was actually emotionally distressing for me. the sight on the hill ruined spent hardening myself... "Noooo!" I shout as i realize a grim truth. i left my gun atop the hill with the zombies. I have to go get it back...
more will be revealed in due time anxious readers! lol...
P.S. the first piece of my story is also posted on the new website[b]
...kooooool. That's pretty good. Is it me or is just about everyone making a storybook of their adventure? If so, maybe you should make it more autobiographical from start to finish. Just a suggestion from a fellow writer.
P.S. I got a fictionpress acc. Go check it out for some of my best short stories!
