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Join Date: Mar 08
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"Well, Now what? The foods almost gone and I'm down to the last cigar. They told me this storage crate would last two years, maybe three. Well, what else can I say but that they were wrong. These supplies lasted four years. Four whole years. Well, I guess I could try to head to the market and pickup the rest of the canned beans. Wait, what time is it? @#$^ its 2100. Nine at night. Gotta stop thinking that way. Not a soldier anymore. Don't use that time anymore. Just a survivor."
The cold nighttime breeze struck the apartment complex ferociously as it carried the screams across the city. This is the thing that scarred him most. Officer Gamble sat in the dark planning the strategy about how to survive that night. This twenty seven year old man should be sitting on a couch with buddies watching the world series now. No. Instead he loaded his shotgun, put a M16 on his back, a revolver in his holster and four hunting knives in his vest and socks. Ready to take on the Horde. The first hour was nothing but the sounds of them crawling up the building windows and stairs. He knew he did one thing right. Picked the top floor of the biggest building in the city. Still the one thing he did right. Nothing was every right. The way it was supposed to go down, that is. A virus sent by religious extremists to the east spread quicker than predicted. He was on riot duty until one by one his squad dwindled down until they ended up crazy cannibal with a bullet in their head. "Not as quick as they usually are" Gamble said to himself. Talking was keeping him from insanity. The claymore mines a few stories down went off. " Ok suckers, bring it on. Here comes the first one. Ooh cant scream with no more jaw can ya? Ha ha ha ha ha. Two. Three. Four. A dozen more. Head shot, cant hide anymore can yeah smoker? Boomer? No problem?" The horde came from every direction running, jumping, exploding too. Gamble ran out of M16 ammo and switched to shot gun. Shots to the neck. Feet. Stomach. Head. He laughed with insanity in his eyes until... they retreated. "Given up already? Come on. I was having fun you sick @#$%ers.Woohoo. Must be runing out of partners seeing as how already took most of ya on. Nothing was right he heard screams of the lobby. Tankers. A jolt from below sent gamble into the hallway. Not good. " The foundation. There destroying the foundation." Gamble dropped his gear. He could run quicker. He made it two the stairwell until the second jolt threw him through the door. Darkness. Not good. One final jolt threw him down the stairs." Aaaahhh Christ. My head." Yet while feeling his would he felt a breath on his neck. He reached for the shotgun, knives, M16, and revolver that weren't there. "No...no...no..noooooaaaaahhhhh---" The horde tore him apart limb and limb as he screamed along with the deceptive undead eating him alive. The final words in midst of these screams against the cold midnight breeze was "Last survivor" Hope you enjoyed it and good luck to everyone. Thank you and I'll be here all week |
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That other red guy
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Don't worry 'bout that. Its more a guideline than a restriction/rule.
Its the content of the story we're most interested in. The minimum and maximum are more so we don't get 150 word stories or 10,000 word stories. A little bit over or under is fine. Cool story ![]() PS: just to mention; its ~550 words ![]() |
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