I woke up as light peeped through the cracks of the boarded up window onto
my face. I looked at my stereo and saw that it had automaticly switched
itself off. I got up, stretched and went over to the door. I cautiously
opened the door and stuck my head out. Sunshine was bright and i could
smell smokey bacon which was not the usual dead body smell. Probably the
zombies being roasted by the sun. I looked to the left of the cramped
alleyway and saw the figure of a zombie staring at a wall swaying side to
side. I closed the door and went into the kitchen.
I opened up the refridgerator which was still running cool. I was suprised to see that i had left a bottle of Dr Pepper and a life time supply of yoghurt which i used to take as pack lunch to the RPD. I screwed the cap of the bottle and had a sip then put it back in the fridge not wanting for it to go flat. I wasnt really hungry at the moment but i had to keep my fluids up. When i was in england i had spent 2 years in the junior Royal Army and they allways taught me to keep fluids up and only sip your drink never gulp or you will become bloated. The trick was allways to sip when dehydrated.
As i closed the fridge i heard moaning and a banging noise. I peeped from the ktichen to the living room and saw the boarded up windows and door rattling. I picked up the metal bat and clenched it in my fist waiting for them to come through the door. But the banging soon stopped and the moans silently faded away. I dropped the bat sat down in the chair. I didnt know what i was going to do.
I looked at the table infront of me and picked up one of my books. It was titled Ghosts and Hauntings. I have allways been a fan of the paranormal but right now i really didnt feel up to reading about ghouls so instead i picked up a book about war time stories.
The hours past and it soon became dark. The light no longer peeped through the boarded up windows and the air suddenly turned into a chill. I finally finished the book and put it on the table. I thought that the book might pump me up to think of some idea's of escape but i was tired and numb minded. I kept getting the feeling that there was someone sitting on the other couch opposite me. And at one point i felt a shiver climb my spine.
I looked behind me and saw nothing there but when my head turned to the front i saw the vision of Marvin Branagh. But his face was pal and he didnt blink. He had blood on his face and he was just sitting there staring at the wall. I froze still and my heart for a moment stopped beating. Marvin's decayed headly slowly turned around and made eye contact with me. His crusted mouth turned into a grin.
I closed my eyes and opened them screaming. Marvin was no longer there but i was still screaming. I stopped and realised that i must of fallen asleep. I began hyperventilating and looked at the sofa again to make sure he was gone. I put my hand to my head and felt beads of sweat. I wiped it off and went into the bathroom.
I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my eyes were wide with fear. I ran the cold tap and splashed my face with water. And looked at myself.
"Macbeth i know how you feel..."
Seeing that vision shit the life out of me. Sometimes i have dreams which come true and i really didnt like what had happened in that nightmare. I went and sat back down and it was then i got back into reality and begin thinking seriously. I have to find a way out of this place. If both ends of the alley are bloked like they probably are ill have to put the bat into action. If i finally get my guns ill go back to the RPD and search for Survivors. Then ill hot wire a car. If thats simple then Elton John's hair is real.
I heard three gun shots and then someone running in by. I stood up and took the bat in my hand and ran for the door. I opened it and saw a man who i was familiar with. brad Vicars in his yellow jacket running with a beretta in his hand.
"BRAD! BRADDDD!!!!!" I screamed but he never looked back
Suddenly i felt a force push me back in the house. I fell back on the floor and dropped the bat then looked at the door as a zombie walked in after me. It had no hair and its face was completely scabbed over. The zombie slowly staggered towards me and let out a moan of hunger.
I got to my feet and backed up agains the wall. I booted it in the stomach as it came close but instead of it falling out the door it slammed its back on it and slammed it closed. Now i was in trouble.
It leaped itself in my direction but at the same time i tackled it. The bathroom door slammed open and i heard a wet sound as its head smacked against the sink and blood spilt over the white tiled floor. I rolled backwards and noticed the metal bat. I picked it up as the zombie got to its feet. It begin to stagger forward but it slipped in the pool of blood and fell to the ground. I burst out in hysterical laughter not being able to control myself. I had'nt laughed in ages.
"You stupid fuck!" I began laughing again and the zombie just stared at me as it finally got balance and begin walking towards me.
I swung the bat and everythign seemed to happen in slow motion. The metal hit its Jaw and made a clinking sound. I heard a split and its jaw flew off its face and spattered into the sink. Blood had spattered across the walls and now the zombie looked like some mutated dark. Blood spooted from its throat which was ripped and now there was just a head on a neck with no jaw.
The zombie fell to the floor and tried to get back up but this time it was no game. I lifted my heavy combat boot over its head and stamped down as hard as i could. I couldnt watch because it was fucked up but i felt my boot spat through a mouldy soft head and hit the floor.
That night i had wrapped the body up in my bed sheet and thrown it in the alley. Now i was sitting back down in the chair. In the position i am in now. Sitting on my chair with an empty shotgun and losing sanity. But the thing was Insanity was helping me out. Insanity was giving me a boost of energy. Listening to the sick crunch of the zombies skull gave me a boost of adrenaline and i suddenly felt in control of my life. So thats how i got in this mess. 2 days and no way to go out. Insanity was my only friend. And im tired of having to wait in this place. I think its time for me to make my escape. Besides as they told me in my old SAS training. Who Dares Wins.
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Ok I know about the non capital I's but as I said my computer doesnt automaticly do it for me and I get so into writing that i cant slow down. Mossberg did correct it for me so thanks for that but im having trouble putting it into correct order but as soon as I get a whole day off work ill correct it. Oh and i was thinking of adding Nemesis into this...R & R on your opinion.
I opened up the refridgerator which was still running cool. I was suprised to see that i had left a bottle of Dr Pepper and a life time supply of yoghurt which i used to take as pack lunch to the RPD. I screwed the cap of the bottle and had a sip then put it back in the fridge not wanting for it to go flat. I wasnt really hungry at the moment but i had to keep my fluids up. When i was in england i had spent 2 years in the junior Royal Army and they allways taught me to keep fluids up and only sip your drink never gulp or you will become bloated. The trick was allways to sip when dehydrated.
As i closed the fridge i heard moaning and a banging noise. I peeped from the ktichen to the living room and saw the boarded up windows and door rattling. I picked up the metal bat and clenched it in my fist waiting for them to come through the door. But the banging soon stopped and the moans silently faded away. I dropped the bat sat down in the chair. I didnt know what i was going to do.
I looked at the table infront of me and picked up one of my books. It was titled Ghosts and Hauntings. I have allways been a fan of the paranormal but right now i really didnt feel up to reading about ghouls so instead i picked up a book about war time stories.
The hours past and it soon became dark. The light no longer peeped through the boarded up windows and the air suddenly turned into a chill. I finally finished the book and put it on the table. I thought that the book might pump me up to think of some idea's of escape but i was tired and numb minded. I kept getting the feeling that there was someone sitting on the other couch opposite me. And at one point i felt a shiver climb my spine.
I looked behind me and saw nothing there but when my head turned to the front i saw the vision of Marvin Branagh. But his face was pal and he didnt blink. He had blood on his face and he was just sitting there staring at the wall. I froze still and my heart for a moment stopped beating. Marvin's decayed headly slowly turned around and made eye contact with me. His crusted mouth turned into a grin.
I closed my eyes and opened them screaming. Marvin was no longer there but i was still screaming. I stopped and realised that i must of fallen asleep. I began hyperventilating and looked at the sofa again to make sure he was gone. I put my hand to my head and felt beads of sweat. I wiped it off and went into the bathroom.
I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my eyes were wide with fear. I ran the cold tap and splashed my face with water. And looked at myself.
"Macbeth i know how you feel..."
Seeing that vision shit the life out of me. Sometimes i have dreams which come true and i really didnt like what had happened in that nightmare. I went and sat back down and it was then i got back into reality and begin thinking seriously. I have to find a way out of this place. If both ends of the alley are bloked like they probably are ill have to put the bat into action. If i finally get my guns ill go back to the RPD and search for Survivors. Then ill hot wire a car. If thats simple then Elton John's hair is real.
I heard three gun shots and then someone running in by. I stood up and took the bat in my hand and ran for the door. I opened it and saw a man who i was familiar with. brad Vicars in his yellow jacket running with a beretta in his hand.
"BRAD! BRADDDD!!!!!" I screamed but he never looked back
Suddenly i felt a force push me back in the house. I fell back on the floor and dropped the bat then looked at the door as a zombie walked in after me. It had no hair and its face was completely scabbed over. The zombie slowly staggered towards me and let out a moan of hunger.
I got to my feet and backed up agains the wall. I booted it in the stomach as it came close but instead of it falling out the door it slammed its back on it and slammed it closed. Now i was in trouble.
It leaped itself in my direction but at the same time i tackled it. The bathroom door slammed open and i heard a wet sound as its head smacked against the sink and blood spilt over the white tiled floor. I rolled backwards and noticed the metal bat. I picked it up as the zombie got to its feet. It begin to stagger forward but it slipped in the pool of blood and fell to the ground. I burst out in hysterical laughter not being able to control myself. I had'nt laughed in ages.
"You stupid fuck!" I began laughing again and the zombie just stared at me as it finally got balance and begin walking towards me.
I swung the bat and everythign seemed to happen in slow motion. The metal hit its Jaw and made a clinking sound. I heard a split and its jaw flew off its face and spattered into the sink. Blood had spattered across the walls and now the zombie looked like some mutated dark. Blood spooted from its throat which was ripped and now there was just a head on a neck with no jaw.
The zombie fell to the floor and tried to get back up but this time it was no game. I lifted my heavy combat boot over its head and stamped down as hard as i could. I couldnt watch because it was fucked up but i felt my boot spat through a mouldy soft head and hit the floor.
That night i had wrapped the body up in my bed sheet and thrown it in the alley. Now i was sitting back down in the chair. In the position i am in now. Sitting on my chair with an empty shotgun and losing sanity. But the thing was Insanity was helping me out. Insanity was giving me a boost of energy. Listening to the sick crunch of the zombies skull gave me a boost of adrenaline and i suddenly felt in control of my life. So thats how i got in this mess. 2 days and no way to go out. Insanity was my only friend. And im tired of having to wait in this place. I think its time for me to make my escape. Besides as they told me in my old SAS training. Who Dares Wins.
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Ok I know about the non capital I's but as I said my computer doesnt automaticly do it for me and I get so into writing that i cant slow down. Mossberg did correct it for me so thanks for that but im having trouble putting it into correct order but as soon as I get a whole day off work ill correct it. Oh and i was thinking of adding Nemesis into this...R & R on your opinion.