«--Chapter 3--»
Spike walked into the clothing store across the street from the Diner.
It was dimly lit He walked to the men's aisle. All he wanted was a new shirt, a coat, some pants, and some more comfortable shoes, not the military boots.
Soon, he was taking his military vest, and shirt off. He put on a navyblue Starter t-shirt. After putting the shirt on, he put his vest back on. 'might need it later' Spike thought. He had useful stuff in the vestl; waterproof matches, a knife, small flashlight, and some ammo for the Eagle.
"Where are the firearms?" He said to himself. He walked into down the aisles, until he came to a gunrack of shotguns, rifles, and handguns.
He decided to use a shotgun, with a modifications so it now is a defensive weapon, a fanny pack full of shotgun shells, two berettas, and ammo for those as well. He then, walked back to clothes aisle.
He also changed into jeans, and then put on some 'New Balance'running shoes. He also took a store brand navy coat.
As he was walking back out of the store, he passed the radios, which were blaring static.
"Oh shit." He said, as he looked around the store. Nothing was in view. He picked picked up a little radio and slipped it into his vest pocket.
Slowing walking into the heart of the store, his brow began to sweat.
Glancing around, he saw nothing. Then a black shadow engulfed him. A muffled groan came from behind him. Then, he jumped forward, pulled out his shotgun, and fired. The creature was a obiese, human, with an arm limb sticking out of the mouth. The shot blew the arm out onto the ground. It sighed and screamed at the same time, for its whole bottom jaw was blown off. It's mutated, bacteria infested tongue slapped his neck.
Spike cocked the shotgun, and blew off the remander of it's face. It flew back, shreaking wildly, until hitting a shelf, knocking everything onto the creature as it fell. But more static came onto the radio's speaker.
Waking up from the buildings rumble, Max looked up. The animals from the store were all dead. He felt guilty for having to blow the building up. They began to overrun the place. Unfortuantly, the bomb he built blew up too quickly(He hadn't made a bomb like that since high school, and he was now out of college, but working at a pet store).
He stood up and looked around for his handgun, and walked out into the street. He looked up and saw the fog still hung in the air. The building was quit burning.
Out of the fog, came another limping mutant zombie. He picked up a board, and beat the zombies head in. Why waste ammo, when there are things stronger than those weak creatures.
The chainsaw hit the pavement after being pulled out of Jason's head. Blood poured everywhere, and dizziness took his head. Pulling the mask off, he kneeled and vomited onto the street. Once getting his head back, Jason stood up and put the goalie mask back on. He looked around out of the only eye he has left. Hopefully in -kill them- the next couple -mommy- of hours, he thought to himself, my eye will heal -MOMMY! FUCK! SON OF A- and so will my head. My mask won't -AH! DAMNIT! MUST KILL BAD CHILDREN!- get better though.
Jason followed the bad man's smell into a grocery store. Inside the store, many things attack him, but with his magnificant strength, he easily tore them into pieces.
Finally, Jason saw the bad man messing around with some guns. BAD MAN!! MUST KILL!..Must wait, wait for good time. KILL SOON! YES!. Thinking made Jason's head hurt. He decided to sit down, and lean against stack of candy. Then, his eye lit up. A whole arsenal of axes, machetes, and other bad people killers. Jason stood up and snuck over to the tools, and he picked out a nice bowie knife, and a nice long, sharp, well gribbed machete. He stood there, and watched him. The bad man began to walk away, but something big attacked him. It startled Jason, causing him to "run" (a slow, lumbering, clumbsy jog). He looked back when "running" and didn't notice the thing in front of him.
Jason ran square into the creature, knocked him down. It opened it's jaw big enough to swallow Jason's head. The creature's gums, infected with every know mouth illness, began tearing apart, giving more holes for the rancid breath to escape. Jason held down the creature with one hand, and slit the creature's throat. It seemed to not mind that it's neck began draining out black puss.
Confused, Jason simply lifted the creature's head slighty up, and put down the machete, and tore off the creature's skull, leaving the jaw and black tongue hanging down. He dropped the body and skull, picked up the machete, and went to check on the bad man.
Out of the fog, Spike saw a phone booth, and ran to it. But a big, stronger looking zombie got in the way. Spike pulled the knife out, and tried to stab it in the face. His attack didn't work so well, for he was thrown onto a car sitting nearby. His back smashed into the window. Every stomp told spike the thing was coming out the fog, to kill him. But he was wrong, for Jason suddenly appeared out the fog, and brought his machete down.
Just as the machete hit the car, Spike leaped off the car.
"Not again." Spike said. Looking at his nemesis, Spike relized Jason had done a little bargain shopping with knifes and such. And his face had a gaping slit in his head, which had put a large line into his hockey mask. The zombie stepped out the fog, from behind Jason, and bit him in the neck.
To Be Continued...
Spike walked into the clothing store across the street from the Diner.
It was dimly lit He walked to the men's aisle. All he wanted was a new shirt, a coat, some pants, and some more comfortable shoes, not the military boots.
Soon, he was taking his military vest, and shirt off. He put on a navyblue Starter t-shirt. After putting the shirt on, he put his vest back on. 'might need it later' Spike thought. He had useful stuff in the vestl; waterproof matches, a knife, small flashlight, and some ammo for the Eagle.
"Where are the firearms?" He said to himself. He walked into down the aisles, until he came to a gunrack of shotguns, rifles, and handguns.
He decided to use a shotgun, with a modifications so it now is a defensive weapon, a fanny pack full of shotgun shells, two berettas, and ammo for those as well. He then, walked back to clothes aisle.
He also changed into jeans, and then put on some 'New Balance'running shoes. He also took a store brand navy coat.
As he was walking back out of the store, he passed the radios, which were blaring static.
"Oh shit." He said, as he looked around the store. Nothing was in view. He picked picked up a little radio and slipped it into his vest pocket.
Slowing walking into the heart of the store, his brow began to sweat.
Glancing around, he saw nothing. Then a black shadow engulfed him. A muffled groan came from behind him. Then, he jumped forward, pulled out his shotgun, and fired. The creature was a obiese, human, with an arm limb sticking out of the mouth. The shot blew the arm out onto the ground. It sighed and screamed at the same time, for its whole bottom jaw was blown off. It's mutated, bacteria infested tongue slapped his neck.
Spike cocked the shotgun, and blew off the remander of it's face. It flew back, shreaking wildly, until hitting a shelf, knocking everything onto the creature as it fell. But more static came onto the radio's speaker.
Waking up from the buildings rumble, Max looked up. The animals from the store were all dead. He felt guilty for having to blow the building up. They began to overrun the place. Unfortuantly, the bomb he built blew up too quickly(He hadn't made a bomb like that since high school, and he was now out of college, but working at a pet store).
He stood up and looked around for his handgun, and walked out into the street. He looked up and saw the fog still hung in the air. The building was quit burning.
Out of the fog, came another limping mutant zombie. He picked up a board, and beat the zombies head in. Why waste ammo, when there are things stronger than those weak creatures.
The chainsaw hit the pavement after being pulled out of Jason's head. Blood poured everywhere, and dizziness took his head. Pulling the mask off, he kneeled and vomited onto the street. Once getting his head back, Jason stood up and put the goalie mask back on. He looked around out of the only eye he has left. Hopefully in -kill them- the next couple -mommy- of hours, he thought to himself, my eye will heal -MOMMY! FUCK! SON OF A- and so will my head. My mask won't -AH! DAMNIT! MUST KILL BAD CHILDREN!- get better though.
Jason followed the bad man's smell into a grocery store. Inside the store, many things attack him, but with his magnificant strength, he easily tore them into pieces.
Finally, Jason saw the bad man messing around with some guns. BAD MAN!! MUST KILL!..Must wait, wait for good time. KILL SOON! YES!. Thinking made Jason's head hurt. He decided to sit down, and lean against stack of candy. Then, his eye lit up. A whole arsenal of axes, machetes, and other bad people killers. Jason stood up and snuck over to the tools, and he picked out a nice bowie knife, and a nice long, sharp, well gribbed machete. He stood there, and watched him. The bad man began to walk away, but something big attacked him. It startled Jason, causing him to "run" (a slow, lumbering, clumbsy jog). He looked back when "running" and didn't notice the thing in front of him.
Jason ran square into the creature, knocked him down. It opened it's jaw big enough to swallow Jason's head. The creature's gums, infected with every know mouth illness, began tearing apart, giving more holes for the rancid breath to escape. Jason held down the creature with one hand, and slit the creature's throat. It seemed to not mind that it's neck began draining out black puss.
Confused, Jason simply lifted the creature's head slighty up, and put down the machete, and tore off the creature's skull, leaving the jaw and black tongue hanging down. He dropped the body and skull, picked up the machete, and went to check on the bad man.
Out of the fog, Spike saw a phone booth, and ran to it. But a big, stronger looking zombie got in the way. Spike pulled the knife out, and tried to stab it in the face. His attack didn't work so well, for he was thrown onto a car sitting nearby. His back smashed into the window. Every stomp told spike the thing was coming out the fog, to kill him. But he was wrong, for Jason suddenly appeared out the fog, and brought his machete down.
Just as the machete hit the car, Spike leaped off the car.
"Not again." Spike said. Looking at his nemesis, Spike relized Jason had done a little bargain shopping with knifes and such. And his face had a gaping slit in his head, which had put a large line into his hockey mask. The zombie stepped out the fog, from behind Jason, and bit him in the neck.
To Be Continued...