Review Responses:
Bjrn Fallqvist: Thanks for the compliment. Here I thought my paragraphs weren't long enough... Unfortunately they have already been typed so I cannot change them. Sorry. I do not own They Hunger or Opposing Force. Both are really cool games though.
Chapter 2:
Turning around, he gave the corpse a final look as he walked towards the door. It seemed to move slightly. Must be imagining things... This place does give me the crawls... He continued to walk through the door when he heard something rustling behind him. Turning his head towards the noise, he was horrified to find the corpse standing behind the table. Oh my god... He gasped and the corpse turned it's decayed head towards him.
"Fresh meat..." It groaned, walking awkwardly around the table toward him. Fighting off his fright, he turned the MP5 upon the horror that was making it's way toward him. The loud sound of the machine gun firing in the enclosed space made his ears ring. The corpse shuddered and cried out in anger, but did not fall. He fired again, this time causing the corpse to fall over, groaning in protest. The corpse began to dacay rapidly, soon dissolving into a pile of organic matter.
What the fuck WAS that... that THING? He realized he was breathing hard. He leaned against the outer wall of the building, trying to calm down his breathing. A memory came back to him, of watching old zombie movies. The thing in the cabin. It looked a whole lot like a zombie. Everything except it's fingers. The fingers, he realized, were strange. They almost looked like claws from what he had seen. Very disturbing... I definitely do NOT like this. Realizing that he would not get any closer to knowing what was going on here if he just stayed, he began to walk toward the path through the cliffs.
The path was narrow, and he had to climb over small boulders blocking the path. After nearly half an hour he managed to make his way out of the rocky terrain. The path ended as it had begun, with short cliffs to either side. He looked around. A paved road, looking like it needed to be re- paved, went one way into a tunnel in the cliff face, and the other led into a rundown suburban area. A small, green signpost read Rivendale in white letters on the right side of the road, just beyond where he was. He pondered which way he should go.
If I go through the tunnel, who knows how long it would be until I found another city. But if I go into the town... I get the same kind of bad feeling as I did in the plane just thinking about it... Either way... Deciding that he wanted to get away from here as soon as possible, he hesitantly began to walk into the town, in hopes of finding some way of getting away from there. I do not want to be on foot if I find more zombies in the tunnel... If I can just find a vehicle, I can hotwire it and get the hell out of here...
He walked through the streets slowly. I have a bad feeling all of a sudden... Gripping his MP5 tightly, he looked around for any signs of movement. Nothing. He picked up his pace slightly. He could here his heart beating rapidly in his chest. He began to jog slowly, getting even more uneasy about his situation. He could here something that distinctly sounded like moaning coming from within the houses he was passing.
Then things went to hell for him. Zombies began to pour out of the houses and buildings behind him. Cries of hunger began to fill the air. He began to sprint away from them, fear knawing on his stomach. A building ahead of him to the right opened up, two zombies stumbling out of it. He stopped as the zombies blocked his path.
"Yes..." One of the zombies growled, walking with the same awkward gate as the other zombies, now following him, were. He crouched down on one knee and fired a burst of three shots at the zombie's head. The zombie shuttered and collapsed, moaning as it disintegrated. Leveling the MP5 at the other zombie in front of him, he realized that it had no head. A limp tongue lolled out over the side of it's jaw, all that remained of it's head. Half sickened, he aimed at the neck and fired another burst. The zombie gurgled as it went down. He turned around in time to be hit in the face by something sharp and bloody.
End Chapter 2.
Bjrn Fallqvist: Thanks for the compliment. Here I thought my paragraphs weren't long enough... Unfortunately they have already been typed so I cannot change them. Sorry. I do not own They Hunger or Opposing Force. Both are really cool games though.
Chapter 2:
Turning around, he gave the corpse a final look as he walked towards the door. It seemed to move slightly. Must be imagining things... This place does give me the crawls... He continued to walk through the door when he heard something rustling behind him. Turning his head towards the noise, he was horrified to find the corpse standing behind the table. Oh my god... He gasped and the corpse turned it's decayed head towards him.
"Fresh meat..." It groaned, walking awkwardly around the table toward him. Fighting off his fright, he turned the MP5 upon the horror that was making it's way toward him. The loud sound of the machine gun firing in the enclosed space made his ears ring. The corpse shuddered and cried out in anger, but did not fall. He fired again, this time causing the corpse to fall over, groaning in protest. The corpse began to dacay rapidly, soon dissolving into a pile of organic matter.
What the fuck WAS that... that THING? He realized he was breathing hard. He leaned against the outer wall of the building, trying to calm down his breathing. A memory came back to him, of watching old zombie movies. The thing in the cabin. It looked a whole lot like a zombie. Everything except it's fingers. The fingers, he realized, were strange. They almost looked like claws from what he had seen. Very disturbing... I definitely do NOT like this. Realizing that he would not get any closer to knowing what was going on here if he just stayed, he began to walk toward the path through the cliffs.
The path was narrow, and he had to climb over small boulders blocking the path. After nearly half an hour he managed to make his way out of the rocky terrain. The path ended as it had begun, with short cliffs to either side. He looked around. A paved road, looking like it needed to be re- paved, went one way into a tunnel in the cliff face, and the other led into a rundown suburban area. A small, green signpost read Rivendale in white letters on the right side of the road, just beyond where he was. He pondered which way he should go.
If I go through the tunnel, who knows how long it would be until I found another city. But if I go into the town... I get the same kind of bad feeling as I did in the plane just thinking about it... Either way... Deciding that he wanted to get away from here as soon as possible, he hesitantly began to walk into the town, in hopes of finding some way of getting away from there. I do not want to be on foot if I find more zombies in the tunnel... If I can just find a vehicle, I can hotwire it and get the hell out of here...
He walked through the streets slowly. I have a bad feeling all of a sudden... Gripping his MP5 tightly, he looked around for any signs of movement. Nothing. He picked up his pace slightly. He could here his heart beating rapidly in his chest. He began to jog slowly, getting even more uneasy about his situation. He could here something that distinctly sounded like moaning coming from within the houses he was passing.
Then things went to hell for him. Zombies began to pour out of the houses and buildings behind him. Cries of hunger began to fill the air. He began to sprint away from them, fear knawing on his stomach. A building ahead of him to the right opened up, two zombies stumbling out of it. He stopped as the zombies blocked his path.
"Yes..." One of the zombies growled, walking with the same awkward gate as the other zombies, now following him, were. He crouched down on one knee and fired a burst of three shots at the zombie's head. The zombie shuttered and collapsed, moaning as it disintegrated. Leveling the MP5 at the other zombie in front of him, he realized that it had no head. A limp tongue lolled out over the side of it's jaw, all that remained of it's head. Half sickened, he aimed at the neck and fired another burst. The zombie gurgled as it went down. He turned around in time to be hit in the face by something sharp and bloody.
End Chapter 2.