Post by Aries on Nov 4, 2012 19:52:36 GMT -5
[/color]So here's the deal; this is a thread where zombies invade the world. The "survivors" are inside of an old Wal-Mart that is really secluded and small, but filled with Wal-Mart-ish products (I'm so smart. :l) In your first post, you have to include how they got to the Wal-Mart and who your character is. You can post in here at any point; keep in mind there will be a posting order once you post first. No being like, "I'm not afraid at all!" because even the nerds who thought it was going to happen would be terrified. Got it? Good.
Norie held the gun close to her, shaking with fear. After the zombies had come banging on her windows, she had ran down into the basement, promptly bearicading the door and windows. She could hear the zombies banging on the door. All she had was her truck, a bunch of food and a gun and enough Mao to take out Texas. Thank goodness she kept everything in her basement. Technically, it was a garage, but because of the hill next to her house, most of it was underground, so she called it a basement. What was she supposed to do? She heard the monotonous tone of the TV running upstairs, as she had left it on when she had run down. She had to find survivors and permanent shelter. Norie had once read a book about zombie survival for research on a paper about strange and abstract books. Come to think of it, it was probably on one of the bookshelves in this very basement.
Forcing herself to stand, the girl trembled with fear as she held the gun close to herself and walked to the other side of the large garage. Her fingers traced the dusty bookshelf, retracting as she heard bangs coming from the rooms above. The zombies must have gotten in. A mere forty minutes ago, she had been sitting in her room watching TV and preparing to make dinner. Then the grotesque faces of contorted, bloody zombies had started knocking on her windows. She never thought this would happen. She was a gun-carrying, alone-living, twenty-three year old girl, fresh out of the military. She had been a Corporal when she came out; the first woman she knew that had that position. She was strong, brave and totally unprepared for something like this. Terrorists she was ready for; not zombies.
When she finally found the book and walked back to her corner of the garage, she forced herself to stay steady and focus when she opened How to Survive Zombie Invasion by John Milligan. Her eyes darted across the page quickly, trying to find what to do. When she had read several pages, she just flipped to the back with, which read: Step By Step Way to Survive! She quickly read the list. 1. Load up your food, guns, ammo, and all your salt (and Holy Water if you have any) into a vehicle---preferably a truck with a flatbed to tie down your supplies. 2. Drive to the nearest store---it should be secluded and small enough for zombies to have no interest, but it should have supplies. 3. Barricade all windows and doors, leaving no entrance for the zombies. 4. Take inventory---don't eat meat or anything but bagged food such as Cheez-Its, Potato Chips and Microwaveable Mac-n-Cheese until you find out how the disease spreading, or if your immune. 5. Figure out how you and the other survivors don't have the zombie virus, and locate what you have in common to find the source of the illness. 6. Give everyone a gun. 7. Go out and destroy the source of the illness, blowing zombies heads off along the way; leave someone or some people inside your fort to hold it down in case you fail and someone makes it back alive. 8. Do your best to stay alive!
She might have been an idiot to follow that book, but she did anyway. She loaded most of her guns onto the flatbed of her truck (she had like, nine of them), but kept a handgun and two shotguns in the passenger seat, and a handgun on a holster. She loaded up her huge stock of ammo and all the cans and bags of chips and beef jerky into the back, while keeping Cheez-Its, water bottles, dried fruit, Slim-Jims and soda bottles in the front with her. She put a tarp over the back and tied it down with rope, then took out her boxes of clothes and found her military jacket and put it on over her tank top. She must have been a peculiar sight; a holster around her waist, her hair in a bandanna, sweat pants and a tank top under a camo jacket. She thought about putting on her bullet-proof vest, but decided against it; it would just make it harder to run, and it's not like zombies were carrying shotguns.
Once she got the moxy together, she piled into her truck, forcing herself to stop shaking/ignore the severe fear she was feeling and opened the garage door. Most of the zombies were gone, but there where several at the garage door, which came charging in. She ran over them quickly and easily, then drove fast and hard until she reached her destination: a Wal-Mart not to far from her house. It was almost never that full, so she figured it was perfect. She drove into the side where the carts where piled, seeing no zombies. After she got inside, she jumped out of her car and slammed the door the slid down from above, then drove her truck right in front of it as a barricade.
When she finished, she grabbed a shotgun from the passenger side and ran through, holding the gun up; she wanted to save the ammo in her hand-held. "HELLO?" She shouted, pointing her gun in front of her. It seemed to be deserted, until she heard a squeak from behind the Custom Services desk. She ran up too it and pointed her gun down behind it, looking down the barrel of the gun. There was a teen, no more then seventeen, hiding behind. He looked up and screamed; Norie pointed her gun at the ground. "I'm not a zombie. Stand up." She commanded. He gulped and stood up, shaking. "Zombie. I knew it was going to happen. I knew it." He said. Norie rolled her eyes and said, "Is there anyone else in here? We need to barricade all doors and windows then search the place." She said, looking around. He shook his head. "I-I dunn-- dunno. And uh, okay." He stuttered. "I'm Norie Wright, a Corporal in the you-ess Army." She added. "Ja-Jacob MacBriar. Seventeen. I work... here." He said. Norie nodded, and then assigned him where to barricade and what to barricade with. Then, without a second thought, they sprung to work.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/size]
