Genocide
The bell tolls.... Are you next? --Goldberg
Earl Hebner was pissed. As soon as he entered Palouse, his black '97 Chevy Pickup went dead. It was a good thing he brought his entire collection of gun from berretta to RPG (Rocket Propelled Grenade).
He had chosen a MAC11 (submachine gun) manufactured by the Army Corps. during the Gulf War; he armed himself with several DOT380 rounds. The creatures that roamed the streets were more annoying to Earl than a threat with the MAC11. He began to walk up the hill....
The zombies' lifeless hands were as cold as ice. Chris could feel them raking their hands across his back while he scoop-slammed a young woman to the linoleum flooring; her short dress ripped, revealing her breast, smeared with blood and littered with gashes. He felt as if the things were crushing him, like a dog-pile in an American football game.
There was a 'tic-tic-tic' sound and three 9mm parabellum rounds fell atop his head. He shook them out and got to his feet. The division had retreated once already, to the top of the widest hallway, near a heater and some double doors. They were retreating again, to the cafeteria. Another 'tic' sound from Phoenix, who turned out to be quite a foe for the zombies, and the heater exploded, sending at least five zombies back to Hell.
Suddenly, the double doors burst open with another rain of death. Then everything seemed to be so fast. The zombies had encircled them....
Eddie, Chavo, and Benoit were driving down the road in a green and purple lowrider, when it stopped. They had just come from Garfield, and a goddamn barricade was blocking their way.
Eddie and Benoit went to 'check it out' while Chavo, upset with the cold weather, stayed behind.
"Hey, will you just climb the damn thing instead of whinning, 'Oh I'm Eddie and its so cold out,' you stupid mo'fo." Benoit was impatient only because he was indifferent to the wind and snow.
"Hey, essa, we're talkin' 'bout twelve inches of snow, homes. I don' do snow." Eddie had finally gotten over, and they began to walk.
It was exactly as Chris Jericho had seen it; a garbage dump with no one in sight, except--
"Hey! Hey, people! Help us! We need need help," a woman who looked to be about seventeen was running toward them. They ran toward her, and were soon within speaking distance. "You've got to help us. We're all in--"
She was cut off by the fiery detonation of Eddie's lowrider. "Aw, man.....," Eddie began. "Not my baby! Oh, but on the good end of things, Chavito's gone! But its my mamacita...." By now he was crying.
"There, there, Eddie," Benoit said in a half-assed soothing voice, "We'll get you a new lowrider in Seattle."
He stopped crying, "Really?" Benoit nodded, rolling his eyes.
"Hey, you're wrestlers! Chris Benoit and Eddie Guerrero! I'm Cerrita, by the way," said the woman. Eddie screamed something in Spanish. The zombies were everywhere. "Follow me." And with no waste of time they sprinted down the Mohr street.
There was only five of them left. Major Phoenix, Chris Jericho, Gen. Ben, Suzie, and the leader of the Red Vultures, Spencer. All doors of the cafeteria were closed. Many of the Destroyers as well as Vultures died in the Second Retreat. The students Phoenix went to school with in this very building would become the enemy within the hour.
"Oh no, what do we do now," asked 'Suzie the slut.' "I'm so scared...." She clung to Jericho, crying into his chest.
"Don't worry, its going to be okay," he was saying.
"Will you stop your little show, you whore! We need fighters, not whinners. Besides, anyone on the street could tell that you're used, no one wants the likes of you." Phoenix, angry at the situation outside the cfeteria, and the fact that she finally decided to let Chris hit on her after she blew him off before and he was paying attention to Suzie instead, decided Suzie was to blame.
Suzie glared at Phoenix and said, "You like him don't you?"
"No--," began Phoenix. Everyone else, especially Jericho, could only watch, knowing it would end in madness.
"Well, you had you chance, bitch! He's mine, now!"
Suddenly Phoenix poured her heart out; letting her feelings do the talking. "I wasn't sure what I wanted. Yes, I watch WWE Raw every Monday night. Yes, Chris Jericho is my favorite wrestler; I yelled at him because I was angry with the way he treated people. With the situation on hand," she indicated the zombies outside, "I forgot to even give him a chance. I know that that personality is only his character. But I was still in shock.... from whole shitty month this has been. Anyway, I wasn't sure what kind of relationship I wanted with him; our meeting was so sudden, and he come on so strong...."
"Well you lose," sniffed Suzie, "Its what you get when you're a bitch who judges people too soon. YOU DON'T DESERVE HIM!"
Hearing those words, Phoenix hung her head, "I know I shouldn't judge people until I know them better. And I'm sorry," her head rose slightly, revealing a sadistic expression adn eyes like daggers. "But I'm more sorry for your death."
The impact was an explosion unto itself. Suzie had no time to evade the spear; Phoenix delivering a flurry of psychotic headshots immediately after. Gen. Ben and Spencer rushed to break the catfight while Jericho was rooted to his spot.
Phoenix had stopped assulting Suzie and began to ward off Gen. Ben and Spencer, using the butt of her gun as a weapon. She circled back to Suzie, grabbing a handful of her hair and dragging her to the door, the separation between life and death, people and zombies. No one interfered as Phoenix slipped open the door and threw Suzie's trembling body into a crowd of hungary flesh-eaters. She shut the door; Suzie's agonizing screams seeped through the metal, only to be drowned by Phoenix's barbaric growl as she watched Y2J.
There was a sudden pounding combined with several muffled voices coming from another door on the opposite end of the cafeteria. It was Phoenix who answered. Cautiously, she opened the door.
"I'm Earl--"
She immediately stood aside once she seen the MAC11 and her friend, Cerrita. "Cerrita," she exclaimed and hugged her. "Its good to see you're safe!" Cerrita, Benoit and Eddie piled into the cafeteria. Jericho ran to see someone he knew.
"Ooh, mamacita-- OW," Jericho had slapped Eddie on the side of the head. "What was that for, essa?"
"For being a horny assclown," he replied, turning his gaze to Phoenix.
"Thank you," she said, happily. Jericho smirked as she turned away. "Mr. Hebner...."
The door Phoenix threw Suzie out of slowly creeped open and a dozen or so zombies clambered in, trailing fresh blood.
"Everyone, get behind me," Earl yelled. No one needed to be told. Earl raised his gun and let out a volley of bullets, tearing throught the zombie horde. For the third time, they retreated, to the cold, January weather.
Within the last hours, Y2J felt he had gotten to know the real personality of Phoenix, and not the facade of a malevolent young, attractive woman. He had thought she dispised him, and was annoyed by his openness. But knowing the truth made him proud, it even encouraged him to resume his 'moves' upon her.
It was dark now, about 4 o' clock; they had made it to the bottom of a hill, near Earl's truck. Gen. Ben and Spencer were lost the Third Retreat, the student's numbers kept dwindling.
All stocked up on guns and ammo, Phoenix's plan was to trek up a gravel road located over a bridge, to their left, and find a large victorian house further up the South Hill to keep as the new 'safehouse.'
The bell tolls.... Are you next? --Goldberg
Earl Hebner was pissed. As soon as he entered Palouse, his black '97 Chevy Pickup went dead. It was a good thing he brought his entire collection of gun from berretta to RPG (Rocket Propelled Grenade).
He had chosen a MAC11 (submachine gun) manufactured by the Army Corps. during the Gulf War; he armed himself with several DOT380 rounds. The creatures that roamed the streets were more annoying to Earl than a threat with the MAC11. He began to walk up the hill....
The zombies' lifeless hands were as cold as ice. Chris could feel them raking their hands across his back while he scoop-slammed a young woman to the linoleum flooring; her short dress ripped, revealing her breast, smeared with blood and littered with gashes. He felt as if the things were crushing him, like a dog-pile in an American football game.
There was a 'tic-tic-tic' sound and three 9mm parabellum rounds fell atop his head. He shook them out and got to his feet. The division had retreated once already, to the top of the widest hallway, near a heater and some double doors. They were retreating again, to the cafeteria. Another 'tic' sound from Phoenix, who turned out to be quite a foe for the zombies, and the heater exploded, sending at least five zombies back to Hell.
Suddenly, the double doors burst open with another rain of death. Then everything seemed to be so fast. The zombies had encircled them....
Eddie, Chavo, and Benoit were driving down the road in a green and purple lowrider, when it stopped. They had just come from Garfield, and a goddamn barricade was blocking their way.
Eddie and Benoit went to 'check it out' while Chavo, upset with the cold weather, stayed behind.
"Hey, will you just climb the damn thing instead of whinning, 'Oh I'm Eddie and its so cold out,' you stupid mo'fo." Benoit was impatient only because he was indifferent to the wind and snow.
"Hey, essa, we're talkin' 'bout twelve inches of snow, homes. I don' do snow." Eddie had finally gotten over, and they began to walk.
It was exactly as Chris Jericho had seen it; a garbage dump with no one in sight, except--
"Hey! Hey, people! Help us! We need need help," a woman who looked to be about seventeen was running toward them. They ran toward her, and were soon within speaking distance. "You've got to help us. We're all in--"
She was cut off by the fiery detonation of Eddie's lowrider. "Aw, man.....," Eddie began. "Not my baby! Oh, but on the good end of things, Chavito's gone! But its my mamacita...." By now he was crying.
"There, there, Eddie," Benoit said in a half-assed soothing voice, "We'll get you a new lowrider in Seattle."
He stopped crying, "Really?" Benoit nodded, rolling his eyes.
"Hey, you're wrestlers! Chris Benoit and Eddie Guerrero! I'm Cerrita, by the way," said the woman. Eddie screamed something in Spanish. The zombies were everywhere. "Follow me." And with no waste of time they sprinted down the Mohr street.
There was only five of them left. Major Phoenix, Chris Jericho, Gen. Ben, Suzie, and the leader of the Red Vultures, Spencer. All doors of the cafeteria were closed. Many of the Destroyers as well as Vultures died in the Second Retreat. The students Phoenix went to school with in this very building would become the enemy within the hour.
"Oh no, what do we do now," asked 'Suzie the slut.' "I'm so scared...." She clung to Jericho, crying into his chest.
"Don't worry, its going to be okay," he was saying.
"Will you stop your little show, you whore! We need fighters, not whinners. Besides, anyone on the street could tell that you're used, no one wants the likes of you." Phoenix, angry at the situation outside the cfeteria, and the fact that she finally decided to let Chris hit on her after she blew him off before and he was paying attention to Suzie instead, decided Suzie was to blame.
Suzie glared at Phoenix and said, "You like him don't you?"
"No--," began Phoenix. Everyone else, especially Jericho, could only watch, knowing it would end in madness.
"Well, you had you chance, bitch! He's mine, now!"
Suddenly Phoenix poured her heart out; letting her feelings do the talking. "I wasn't sure what I wanted. Yes, I watch WWE Raw every Monday night. Yes, Chris Jericho is my favorite wrestler; I yelled at him because I was angry with the way he treated people. With the situation on hand," she indicated the zombies outside, "I forgot to even give him a chance. I know that that personality is only his character. But I was still in shock.... from whole shitty month this has been. Anyway, I wasn't sure what kind of relationship I wanted with him; our meeting was so sudden, and he come on so strong...."
"Well you lose," sniffed Suzie, "Its what you get when you're a bitch who judges people too soon. YOU DON'T DESERVE HIM!"
Hearing those words, Phoenix hung her head, "I know I shouldn't judge people until I know them better. And I'm sorry," her head rose slightly, revealing a sadistic expression adn eyes like daggers. "But I'm more sorry for your death."
The impact was an explosion unto itself. Suzie had no time to evade the spear; Phoenix delivering a flurry of psychotic headshots immediately after. Gen. Ben and Spencer rushed to break the catfight while Jericho was rooted to his spot.
Phoenix had stopped assulting Suzie and began to ward off Gen. Ben and Spencer, using the butt of her gun as a weapon. She circled back to Suzie, grabbing a handful of her hair and dragging her to the door, the separation between life and death, people and zombies. No one interfered as Phoenix slipped open the door and threw Suzie's trembling body into a crowd of hungary flesh-eaters. She shut the door; Suzie's agonizing screams seeped through the metal, only to be drowned by Phoenix's barbaric growl as she watched Y2J.
There was a sudden pounding combined with several muffled voices coming from another door on the opposite end of the cafeteria. It was Phoenix who answered. Cautiously, she opened the door.
"I'm Earl--"
She immediately stood aside once she seen the MAC11 and her friend, Cerrita. "Cerrita," she exclaimed and hugged her. "Its good to see you're safe!" Cerrita, Benoit and Eddie piled into the cafeteria. Jericho ran to see someone he knew.
"Ooh, mamacita-- OW," Jericho had slapped Eddie on the side of the head. "What was that for, essa?"
"For being a horny assclown," he replied, turning his gaze to Phoenix.
"Thank you," she said, happily. Jericho smirked as she turned away. "Mr. Hebner...."
The door Phoenix threw Suzie out of slowly creeped open and a dozen or so zombies clambered in, trailing fresh blood.
"Everyone, get behind me," Earl yelled. No one needed to be told. Earl raised his gun and let out a volley of bullets, tearing throught the zombie horde. For the third time, they retreated, to the cold, January weather.
Within the last hours, Y2J felt he had gotten to know the real personality of Phoenix, and not the facade of a malevolent young, attractive woman. He had thought she dispised him, and was annoyed by his openness. But knowing the truth made him proud, it even encouraged him to resume his 'moves' upon her.
It was dark now, about 4 o' clock; they had made it to the bottom of a hill, near Earl's truck. Gen. Ben and Spencer were lost the Third Retreat, the student's numbers kept dwindling.
All stocked up on guns and ammo, Phoenix's plan was to trek up a gravel road located over a bridge, to their left, and find a large victorian house further up the South Hill to keep as the new 'safehouse.'