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!
even though some ppl dont like multiple post plans some ppl do (sav and thoad) so heres part two haters!: Chapter One Part 2 I sprint up the hill with my adrenaline pumping like mad. The moanings increase as i get farther up, I can't lose focus. I get to the top and go against my number one rule, fighting zombies hand to hand. Although i give them a pretty good run for their money one pushes me to the ground. I panic and faint... when i wake up (very surprised to be alive) i wonder why I'm not dead. Then i see why. The horde went for a bigger prize, a wild elephant (probably from the zoo),and they lost! Over filled with joy i almost forget about my gun. Its only a couple yards from me and so i get up and go pick it up. "What to do now?" I ask myself. I figure I'll go to the local K-Mart and restock on supplies. I head back over to my house about a block away to get my Hummer (pretty easy to steal from a Hummer dealership I came across in New Mexico a couple years back=)). On my over to the K i notice there's no zombies in sight. A pretty good day! So I park the truck right next to the door (in case of a needed get away). I pull on the door handle and notice something extremely peculiar, the doors are chained shut with a padlock! My palms begin to sweat and my eyes open wide as I get the shock of my life. Screams echo throughout the store as I hear a person struggling for their life against a zombie. I bust the door down(somehow) and load a magazine into the gun...
yeah, some people can't. Normally for two reasons: 1. It's too unbeleivable for them. 2. pretty dang morbid. as for the story, even though I like them, they can clutter and confuse everyone.
The door to the office was open, yet something gave me a bad vibe. I just couldn't bring myself to open the door. Why is the light on? Why does it look like there is blood on the carpet behind the desk? Well, there was only one way to find out! I take the rifle off my shoulder and load it. 'Darn, only one more bullet after this one'. I cock it, pull the bolt back, 'Loaded', I thought. Rasing it up, ready to fire, I kick the door in and scan the room with the barrel. 'Clear' I thought. I lowered the riflr a bit, only to here a noise behind the desk. Alarmed, I back up a bit, then press on foward. There is blood! And with that thought, I see a dead corpse with a not-so-dead one feeding off it. With a simple squeeze of the trigger it falls to the ground, only to get back up! Panic froze me to the spot, but I still fumbled for the bullet. It seemed to take forever to get the bullet in and loaded. And after the shot I fell to the floor, exhausted from today's work-out. Shortly after I get up and continue my search. 'Here's that key' I said, and I treked off back to the lot.
From car-to-car I went, opening the gas cap and draing out the contents. After about a couple of gallons, I went into the garage to get my ride. I filled it up, put the key in and turned... and nothing... I turned it again, still nothing! Oh... a sticker on the Snow Mobile showed me what to do. I stepped on the gas, hit a button on the handle, and turned the key. With a slight sputter my transportation roared into life. 'Epic Win!' I screamed, quickly clasping my mouth shut... it's 3:00. The zombies are feeding still! And with that, I rolled on over to the store packed the bags on and drove off... I still need more ammo! Darnit! I guess I'll get that tomorrow... Darnit!
Syphning. Or taking a hose and putting it in the gas tank, then sucking on the hose to get the gas in... Gallon water containers... I'm just not that into it right now... so I don't really care about the details...
Lol, I get where your coming from, but I didn't use a dictionary, I read a lot of books and remembered what I had read. Just saying that you might want to use the info to clarify.
*slaps forehead* ok, IIDAMAN that really isn't necassary because everyone uses the word, "zombie" in the way that I used it. Yes I know everyone is an exaggeration but a majority of people use it that way. I find absolutely no need to clarify. As for the stories, though it can be nice, it is getting kinda annoying. Make a non-story plan first then do a story thing. . .but on your own thread please.
