This is another fanfiction from ARStudios. This time, it's for one of my favorite games on the internet: Dead Frontier!
Dead Frontier does not belong to me, it belongs to Creaky Corpse Ltd.
Barricaded Inside
Chapter 1: The Not So Great Escape
And so I ran, and ran, and ran, as my energy bar almost hit zero. No wait. It hit zero, since I had been running for almost a minute (why does energy consumption increase with the Endurance stat? COME ON ADMINPWN!)
I turned around a corner, and headed for this big house. It looked okay. I mean the windows were barricaded but the door wasn't so that was a go sign. I slowly opened and closed the door and pressed my ear to the door as I heard the large multitude of zombies that had been chasing me pass. I normally wouldn't back down from tons of experience grinding, but this horde had tons of mutants in it, so you can guess why I had to run away.
I opened my inventory, and looked inside. There were some wooden planks and nails and a claw hammer which I had found. Thank goodness. I hammered the nails into the the wooden planks as I barricaded the door. Pulling out my trusty shovel, I now had one objective in my mind….
"Time to clean every zombie in this house."
First I went into the dining room. As always, there was a zombie in the middle of the room, and a fat one at the dining table (Why are the fat ones ALWAYS at the dining table? You might have noticed this by now if you're level 31 and have done plenty of house searching) and in the kitchen, a Blood Dog. You know, those disgusting dogs who don't have skin and are ridiculously overpowered. I have gotten my butt kicked by those things the most. With the seething hatred I had, I beat the thing to a pulp. That is, first I hit it on the head and then ran around the house hitting it again and again and wondering if the shovel had a very high critical chance why it wasn't happening. But finally, a critical came (like when it had only 9 HP left….) and little red dog flew through the room. MWAHAHAHAHA!
First floor clear.
Second floor was a little trickier.
Here was a Bone and a few more infected. The zombies were no prob. It was the Bone who was rather big and taking up enough free space to be a big problem. But still, I always manage to beat guys like that. The house was now completely clear.
I went downstairs and pulled out a set of wooden planks which could not possibly have fit in my bag under normal circumstances (Welcome to RPG games!) and a claw hammer and a bag of nails.
I went to the front door and began my work. After a few splinters and accidental cuts (All right so I don't have much experience in carpentry, HAPPY?!) the door was completely barricaded. I sighed and went upstairs to my new bed. After dozing off for several hours, I woke up to the sound of pounding at the door. I completely ignored it, thinking it was a zombie, but then I heard the scream of a normal survivor who screamed, "Are you kidding me?! I was just about to level up!"
Poor sucker.
I woke up from my slumber, 17 hours later. I had a quick breakfast of Dog Food, some water, and Spaghetti (A VERY healthy everyday diet in Fairview City) and then headed for my backpack. Grabbing it, I walked to the door, and to the barricade in general. I reached into my backpack for the claw hammer…..
But I couldn't find it. I rummaged my bag inside out, and discovered that the claw hammer was not in there.
"Oh crap…."
TO BE CONTINUED!
