My Zombie Story
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Thread Topic: My Zombie Story
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People to Include So Far~
Wolfy
Absol
Rave
Misty-chan~
Can all you of you fill out a little skeleton for me?
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Looks:
How You'd React:
Backstory: (please include anyone you've lost to the zombies)
Weapon: (if any)
"And they seriously expect people to believe this?" I asked incredulously, staring at the tv skeptically. I was stretched out on the couch next to my older brother, watching the late night news. A blonde reporter was shown onscreen, droning on about the 'earth-shattering' and 'life-threatening' epidemic caused by some new vaccine. The screen flickered to show an older man in a medical coat, apparently creator of the vaccine in question. He began some long complicated explanation about the chemicals in the vaccine, and how it was intended to work on the human body. "You'd be surprised at how much people believe, Lu." My older brother scoffed. The screen flickered again, now back to the blonde reporter, who informed us that civilians were advised to refrain from venturing outside, unless for absolutely necessary reasons like food. "This isn't a joke, guys." My mother scolded from behind us. I didn't need to turn to look at her to know she had her arms crossed and her lips pressed together into a thin line. A face she made whenever she was upset or angry. The three of us were the only ones awake, my younger brother had gone to bed a few hours ago and my dad had passed out shortly after, probably drunk. "Guys, this is serious. Listen." My brother and I sighed simultaneously and exchanged exasperated glances. I reluctantly stared at the screen, not really paying attention to what was being said. Honestly, who would be stupid enough to believe that the earth was facing some sort of zombie apocalypse? It seemed that my mother was convinced, but she had always been a bit of a conspiracy theorist, and had a tendency to overreact to most things. I was broken out of my musings by a sharp gasp from her. I focused on the screen, trying to figure out what she was so startled by. It was a map of the United States, color coded to show which areas were being affected by the vaccine-mutations. I glanced at New York, and sure enough the state was covered in a dark red blotch. I studied the map, seeing that the red spots were scattered over the entire country, and seemed to be expanding. Then I heard a scratch at the window. Maybe it was the fact that it was pitch black outside, or maybe it was that my mother seemed so on edge, but I jumped to my feet with a startled yelp. My brother snorted, an amused glint in his eyes. I glared at him, turning towards the window as another scratch echoed. The stupid tv must've made me paranoid, but I swore it sounded like someone was clawing at the glass, trying to break through. My mother's eyes were wide as she moved towards the window. I watched the pitch-black window as my mother unlocked it, expecting to see that our neighbor's cat had escaped again. But what I did see as she flicked on the porch light made me scream. -
Only thing is, USE PARAGRAPHS OHMYGOD.
I like it otherwise.
Name: Rain
Age: 14
Gender: Female
How I Would React: I would be a nervous wreck, but I would do what I have to in order to survive. I would protect those that I needed to.
Backstory: (only since it started) Lost mother and brother to the zombies after a few weeks. Was terribly sad, but had to go on. Seperated from best friend, Jordan, and yeah. -
Ah right sorry XD
It was a person- or it had been at some point. I only looked for a second to take in the bloodstained hands, ashy skin, and tattered clothes before turning away and closing my eyes, my heart thudding against my chest. I could hear my mother's scream echoing my own, along with more desperate scratching. There wasn't just one at the window. I could hear more and more of the awful screeching of nails scraping against glass, at least ten pairs of hands trying to break in. This was really happening. I told myself to move away from the window but...I couldn't. I just stood there, paralyzed, as the brief image of the mangled humanoid-creatures flickered over and over again in my mind's eye.
I could finally move again when I found myself being roughly pulled back from the window. My brother stood protectively in front of us. I glanced towards my mother, looking for some sign of what to do, but all I got was a reflection of my own panicked gaze. It was obvious that she was frozen, so I knew I would have to do something. I darted upstairs and into the closet, frantically digging through its contents until my hand closed triumphantly around the handle of my father's guncase. I lifted it up into my arms and ran back downstairs as fast as I could, just in time to hear the crash of broken glass as the window finally gave in to its attackers. The creatures immediately came towards us, all trying to fit through the hold in the window at the same time. They let out strangled moans, the jagged pieces of glass still stuck to the windowpane digging into their grey flesh, leaving streaks of crimson blood smeared across their faces.
I unlocked the case with shaking hands and held the loaded gun out to my brother, the one who knew how to use it. He took it quickly and handed his pocketknife off to me. I hated knives, I absolutely hated them, but if using it would do anything to help protect my family, then I was more than willing. A pair of sharp bangs sounded as my brother fired two rapid shots at the crowd, resulting in a severed arm and a disgustingly gruesome head injury. The two that had been hit howled and shrieked, creating a nightmarish chorus of pained screams. I heard heavy footsteps behind us and whirled around, ready to use the pocketknife if I had to, but it wasn't necessary. My father stood there, another of his guns in his hands. He looked tired and a bit hungover, but the sight of the creatures breaking into the house quickly brought him to his senses. He raised the gun and stood next to my brother, the two of them firing countless bullets into the mass of half-decayed bodies.
Suddenly I heard a scream from upstairs and I swear for a second my heart stopped beating. I flew up the stairs faster then I ever had and ran into my little brother's room. He was huddled against the far wall, screaming and crying. One of the creatures was closing in on him. Without a second thought I rushed towards them. I slashed the knife over and over again, trying to force the thing away from my brother. It hissed in pain as numerous cuts appeared on it's skin. Adrenaline pulsed through me and I kept going until its noises stopped and it collapsed in a heap in front of me. The room was blissfully silent...Wait...Silent? I whirled around to see why my brother's sobs had silenced and gasped in horror. My little brother, my baby brother, lay lifeless on the floor. -
NOT THE BABY BOY.
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can I be part? if so then
Name: David
age: 13
How would react: be Very scared, and partly sad, but also brave to help the people left stop this.
backstory: only have lost a friend: not many have gotten this far: I live in South-central Canada. When I first heard about it, I thought it was just a joke, but then my friend's parent gave us the call... -
Name: Sapphiria [Sah-fy-ree-uh], but I'm called Misty b/c my name is long and complicated and Sapphy is cheesy.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Looks: Long wavy red hair, one gold eye, one amber eye, short as a potato (4'10")
How You'd React: Go on a rampage and murder a bunch of stuff.
Backstory: (mother died and father was imprisoned before this happened, so they don't count really) Lost twin sister (Scarletta), and two of my three older brothers (Jax and Elliot), me and Kingsley and Kingsley's boyfriend Zane are alive.
Weapon: My scytheWhich I actually have irl so it works :3 -
Weapon: Gerber Mark II or Machete
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Name: Leah
Age: 11
Gender: female
Looks: Really long brown hair, gray-blue eyes, 5'1.5
How You'd React: Confused, scared, trying to follow everybody's lead
Backstory: Ran away from home just before this happened, lost my parents and brother
Weapon: Pistol >:P -
Blood poured from a wound on his shoulder that I hadn't noticed before. He was dead. He. Was. Dead. I fell to my knees before him and let out a small whimper. Tears streamed down my face and blurred my vision as I began sobbing, cradling his corpse close to my body. It should've been my, I should've been faster, I could've saved him...
I was still bawling by the time I felt a tap on my shoulder. I sniffled and accepted the hand my older brother offered, pulling myself to my feet. He held the gun and a bag in his other hand. There were visible tearstains on his face that were covered over by fresh tears as he looked at the young body behind me. Then his expression hardened and he looked back at me. "We have to go." I sniffed again and swiped at my eyes. "What about Mom and Dad?" I asked, my voice sounding shaky. "Gone." He replied simply, shaking his head. My lip trembled, and it took all my willpower not to break down again.
He let go of my hand and motioned for me to follow him. We stepped out of the house and into the night. It was still pitch black out, and almost impossible to see more than a few inches in front of me. I almost lost my brother a few times as we walked down the street, despite the fact that he was standing right beside me. Every so often we would hear a distant scream or the sound of glass being smashed and broken, but nothing too close to us. Which is why I was startled when I heard heavy breathing not far off, like someone was standing only a few feet away.
It was shortly followed by a soft click, signifying that my brother was ready to shoot if it was necessary. I heard a thump- a footstep- and then another. It was slowly lurching towards us, its heavy footsteps uneven. The two of us slowly began to back up, hoping we could get far enough away from it so that it couldn't reach us. The footsteps seemed to stop and I let out a little sigh of relief, thinking that the zombie had given up on pursuing us- then it lunged. It all happened so fast.
"Lucky!" I heard my brother shout my name and the next thing I know I was shoved to the side. Tripping over my own feet, I fell onto my back and cried out as my head connected with the concrete. I felt a little dazed and brought a hand up to the back of head. When I pulled my fingers away there was blood on them. I knew I had to get up and help my brother, but I was so dizzy... A gunshot rang out, but it sounded muffled, almost far away. There was a shout and growl, and I don't remember the rest... -
oh yeah,
looks: dark brown, straight, short hair, 5'7" blue eyes
weapon: large, and heavy, but manageable sword. -
Name: ICEE
Age: 15
Gender: Female
How I Would React: Uh okay I admit I'd be nervous as hell and would be panicking. D8
Backstory: My brother and father got eaten by the zombies, and I have no clue if my mom's okay since she lives somewhere else. In the mean time I boarded up all the windows with some leftover boards in the house and I spend every day and night taking cover in the attic with my dog.
Weapon: a huge sharp kitchen knife from our kitchen -
Name: jason
Age: 21
Gender: male
Looks: blonde hair, contacts, 5'11 tall, slim. I think blue eyes, peach skin.
How You'd React: shoot anything that is undead. Cause its fun. :3
Backstory: lost mother and father. I am alone, and iv found refuge on the top of a mcdonalds fast food restaurant.
Weapon: shotgun (not double barrel) dagger, katana. (I have all in real life except the shotgun) -
Crap
Looks: Light brown hair, 5'5, blue eyes, somewhat pale skin, and I have some freckles. -
Oh, wait, my gramps was a firefighter, so add a firemans axe to my weaponry XD
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...and whatdoya mean you don't remember the rest...?
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