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!
My name is Zac, I've lived in Caroville for almost 3 years. We aren't a very large town, about 10,000 people at complete most. It's year 2012, and though it's ancient in myths, everyone around the world is anxious. See what silly voodoo does to people? Anyway, what I'm talking about is the famed Apocalypse from Aztec. More about me: I am 15 years of age barely a sophomore. School sucks and pretty much a normal teenager would do and think... welcome to my hell.
12-20-12] Man, I'm so hyped! It's a couple days till fatty comes and I'm getting some new gear for rippin' up town. Yeah I skate, oh well... I'm tired of all this 'End of the World' crap. It's tomorrow... we'll see how psycho everybody is! That is gonna be a better day than X-Mas.
Well here goes nothing, My name is Zac, I've lived in Caroville for almost 3 years. We aren't a very large town, about 10,000 people at complete most. It's year 2012, and though it's ancient in myths, everyone around the world is anxious. See what silly voodoo does to people? Anyway, what I'm talking about is the famed Apocalypse from Aztec. More about me: I am 15 years of age barely a sophomore. School sucks and pretty much a normal teenager would do and think... welcome to my hell. 12-20-12] Man, I'm so hyped! It's a couple days till fatty comes and I'm getting some new gear for rippin' up town. Yeah I skate, oh well... I'm tired of all this 'End of the World' crap. It's tomorrow... we'll see how psycho everybody is! That is gonna be a better day than X-Mas. The End of My Hell and into a new one! -Tomorrow, good night all!
That is why we say on almost every single page to read the posts...... I will be make an other scenario tomorrow just so people know. I just need time to come up with the right way to say it.
Knocking. On my door, it's 2:31... 'H..h..Hello?' I mutter... nothing but a slight groan. 'Ok...' I slide out of bed and stumble to the door. Pausing for a second to scream at my Mom, I swing the door open. 'MOM!... Mom!?' 'You look... Ahhh!' Next thing I know I'm on the ground and my Mother is literally trying to tear me apart. Overcome by panic and fear I reach out for something, anything. Lamp, good. I swing as hard as I can, grunts, then silence. I get up and run down the stairs, adrenaline pulsing through my veins. Outside is deserted, lights are out homes empty, they look pillaged.
Well, this is a good start... I wrote it before I saw your response, again, I'm not perfect, I'm just trying to enjoy myself, sorry. Well, that's what I wrote. Do what you want with it.
'What the...' I run back inside, the information from video games telling me what to do. Food? Check! Sandwiches, nah. I grab all canned food, as much as I can find. Weapons? Where? When Dad left, he left his rifle that oughta do. 7 rounds, not bad. Thirty minutes pass, I'm sure I'm ready. I step out the door and... across the street, a figure slightly hunched ,groaning, like they're pained. Alarmed I raise the rifle, 'Eh...eh...Excuse me... s..sir' I stammer sounding less brave then I'd like. 'Eghhh' the figure turns to me, drooling... blood!? And it charges, well limps and slowly comes my way covering enough ground for me. 'STOP!'...'STOP!!' Click. Click-click-click. Fire darnit! The... thing is almost on me... I whip the gun and crack its butt on the side of his... erm, it's head. I'm gonna kill myself if I don't disengage safety.
Alright, goodnight Time and Skater I'll write more tomorrow.
Thanks, I would love to be like: huge group of people holed up in a warehouse with infinite food and guns but that's not how it works and frankly, it never will!
