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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 7:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 8:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 11:41 pm
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ZombieApocalypseSurvivor Richie set the flashlight on the bed and grabbed his shoes, dropping them by his bed as he pulled his jeans over his boxers and threw his jacket on. He pulled his shoes onto his feet, grabbing his flashlight and searching his room for a weapon. After a moment of searching the mostly bare room, he hobble-ran downstairs to the hallway, finding a closet under the stairs with a toolbox in it. He rummaged through it in the darkness and snatched up the hammer just as more he heard another scream, this time from just across the street. "Maryse, do NOT lock the door behind me! Make sure the back door is locked. I'll be right back, see if you can watch the street from the bathroom window! You'll have to be watching my back, okay?" Richie shouted as he reached for the front door, pausing to wait for her response.
Maryse nearly ran right into Richie as he emerged from his room, fully dressed and flashlight in-hand. She punched his shoulder. "Watch where you're going!" she hissed. "For all you knew, I could have been a zombie, and you could have been dead."
She followed Richie as he carefully descended the stairs and sought a weapon from the toolbox in the closet underneath. Another scream sounded in the darkness, and Maryse raised her beretta, switching off the safety. "It's coming from across the street," she whispered.
"Maryse," Richie began, "do not lock the door behind me! Make sure the back door is locked. I'll be right back. See if you can watch the street from the bathroom window! You'll have to be watching my back, okay?"
Maryse nodded. "Oui," she said.
She ran to the back door of the house to make sure it was locked. It was. She remembered that she had locked it earlier; even in the safe zone, Maryse hadn't felt truly safe. Without missing a step, she rushed back toward the front of the house, down the hall, and into the washroom. Richie was right; she had a clear view of the street from the washroom window. It was dark. Too dark too see anything clearly. The military didn't have the resources to spare to bring electricity to the Quarter. She could just barely make out black shapes shambling about. Silhouettes. Zombie silhouettes.
"Zombies!" she screamed.
A sizable group of them appeared to be pouring out of one of the houses across the street.
(F.Y.I., my current idea is that some areas of the sewers are infested with zombies, and they've found a way up and out onto the streets through the basement of one of the houses. I think it's as good an explanation as any.)
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 1:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 2:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 1:09 am
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NoLifeKing66 ZombieApocalypseSurvivor Richie set the flashlight on the bed and grabbed his shoes, dropping them by his bed as he pulled his jeans over his boxers and threw his jacket on. He pulled his shoes onto his feet, grabbing his flashlight and searching his room for a weapon. After a moment of searching the mostly bare room, he hobble-ran downstairs to the hallway, finding a closet under the stairs with a toolbox in it. He rummaged through it in the darkness and snatched up the hammer just as more he heard another scream, this time from just across the street. "Maryse, do NOT lock the door behind me! Make sure the back door is locked. I'll be right back, see if you can watch the street from the bathroom window! You'll have to be watching my back, okay?" Richie shouted as he reached for the front door, pausing to wait for her response. Maryse nearly ran right into Richie as he emerged from his room, fully dressed and flashlight in-hand. She punched his shoulder. "Watch where you're going!" she hissed. "For all you knew, I could have been a zombie, and you could have been dead." She followed Richie as he carefully descended the stairs and sought a weapon from the toolbox in the closet underneath. Another scream sounded in the darkness, and Maryse raised her beretta, switching off the safety. "It's coming from across the street," she whispered. "Maryse," Richie began, "do not lock the door behind me! Make sure the back door is locked. I'll be right back. See if you can watch the street from the bathroom window! You'll have to be watching my back, okay?" Maryse nodded. "Oui," she said. She ran to the back door of the house to make sure it was locked. It was. She remembered that she had locked it earlier; even in the safe zone, Maryse hadn't felt truly safe. Without missing a step, she rushed back toward the front of the house, down the hall, and into the washroom. Richie was right; she had a clear view of the street from the washroom window. It was dark. Too dark too see anything clearly. The military didn't have the resources to spare to bring electricity to the Quarter. She could just barely make out black shapes shambling about. Silhouettes. Zombie silhouettes. "Zombies!" she screamed. A sizable group of them appeared to be pouring out of one of the houses across the street. (F.Y.I., my current idea is that some areas of the sewers are infested with zombies, and they've found a way up and out onto the streets through the basement of one of the houses. I think it's as good an explanation as any.) (yay!!! zombie killing! lol)
Richie was already across the street when he heard teh word 'zombie' from Maryse. he looked around and saw several shapes all up and down the street. there were more screams now, from more places, both far and near.
Suddenly, Riche felt a great deal of pressure on his shoulders as he was thrown to the ground. As he hit the ground he saw a dark silhouette standing next to him bend over his body. Richie insinctively swung the hammer into the zombies head.
"Die, you zombie b***h!" he shouted as he hit the zombie's head once more, then pushing it aside. He stood up and saw at least six more zombies that had gotten close to him during his brawl. He saw an opening between two of them and hobbled as fast as he could towards it.
"Maryse, cover fire danger close!!! I'm waving my hand in the air, shot everything around me!" Richie shouted, having his left hand in the air, his right hand ready with the hammer
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:33 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 12:47 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 2:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 3:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 3:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 4:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 5:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 7:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 9:01 pm
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Maryse could hear Richie, but she couldn't see him. She couldn't see anything except for the beam of his flashlight, waving wildly to and fro, like a searchlight. She watched and waited. She didn't want to risk taking a shot and hitting him.
Finally, she saw him: he was down, pinned by a zombie. He had dropped his flashlight, and it lay on the ground nearby, illuminating the scene with its bright, white light. She was about to shoot the zombie off of him when he swung the hammer into its head twice, splattering blood and bone and brain matter all over the place. He pushed the zombie aside and stood up, then ran into the swarm. She could still make him out in the beam of his flashlight.
"Maryse, cover fire!" Richie shouted, "I'm waving my hand in the air! Shoot everything around me!"
Maryse lined up her shot and pulled the trigger. Once. Twice. Three times. She pulled the trigger again and again and again. She watched her targets carefully. All she could see was their silhouettes, so she had to study the way they moved to determine whether they were alive or undead.
"Richie!" she screamed, "Get back in the house! We have to call for help!"
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