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written by cipher234
(sorry if I am missing Ws throughout the story, my W key isn't working right)
I am Cpl. John davis of the 102nd airbourne division. For the past week there have been reports of people miraculously rising from the dead and attacking anyone they can find. I know this sounds absurd but I beleive they are some sort of zombie. They don't seem to die unless they are hit directly in the head. About two days ago I managed to lock myself in this office in a building on chestnut boulevard. I have gathered two members from my squad at a military base not far from here. our plan is to work our way back to the base gather a small force and try to transport uninfected civilians to the city airport.
Phase 1:
8:47 PM
We were finally ready to start the first stage of the plan...to work our way back to the base. We packed up our we packed up the food and drinks we could scrounge from the vending machines and made use of some of the objects we could find around the building as weapons (we may have been in the military but we were off duty). We opened the door to the building cautiously. We could only spot one or two hostiles in the area but e syaed on are toes. by the time e had made it about half way down the block there ere easily 10 zombies already stumbling towards us we tightened our formation and readied our weapons. Before they could surround us, we darted through an opening in the surrounding zombies and kept running several blocks. The base was still several miles from our position. We needed a means of faster transportation. All the cars nearby were trashed and unusable we searched for several minutes for a potentially working car. We spotted a red truck in a moderatly good condition about half a block away and immediatley ran towards it. It was locked. Realizing we had no time to open this conventionally, we smashed open the window with a fire extinquisher we took from the office building. I reached in to unlock the car. As my fingers ceased hold of the lock, I felt the cold, dead flesh of a hand wrap around my hand. I saw the silohette of a man in the car but I knew he was no longer a man but a zombie. I yelled for my teamates to help and they quickly came and smashed in the skull of the thing. My heart pounding I inspected the engine as one of my teamates hotwired the car. I closed the hood and told them the car was fine within the next minute the car was up and running. I jumped in the driver seat and sped toward the base. We were about 100 yards from the base when a zombie latched on to the front of the car. He flailed mindlessly at the front of the car managing to knock out the engine. We had to sprint the rest of the way. I took my improvised weapon, a simple board with a nail in it, and ran toward the base swinging it franticly at the zombies in front of me. I finally stopped at the gate of the base yelling for the gusrd to let me in. 30 or 40 zombies were approaching our position. He yelled down asking if any of us had been bitten. "WE DONT HAVE TIME FOR THIS!!!" I yelled at him quickly he opened the gat letting us in. right there I dropped to the ground panting as he closed the gate behind us. although it had only been 30 or 40 minutes it had seemed to be hours we were trying to get here. I took a deep breath and got to my feet still bewildered at how we had survived.
(I shall post phase 2 and 3 through the week)
(sorry if I am missing Ws throughout the story, my W key isn't working right)
I am Cpl. John davis of the 102nd airbourne division. For the past week there have been reports of people miraculously rising from the dead and attacking anyone they can find. I know this sounds absurd but I beleive they are some sort of zombie. They don't seem to die unless they are hit directly in the head. About two days ago I managed to lock myself in this office in a building on chestnut boulevard. I have gathered two members from my squad at a military base not far from here. our plan is to work our way back to the base gather a small force and try to transport uninfected civilians to the city airport.
Phase 1:
8:47 PM
We were finally ready to start the first stage of the plan...to work our way back to the base. We packed up our we packed up the food and drinks we could scrounge from the vending machines and made use of some of the objects we could find around the building as weapons (we may have been in the military but we were off duty). We opened the door to the building cautiously. We could only spot one or two hostiles in the area but e syaed on are toes. by the time e had made it about half way down the block there ere easily 10 zombies already stumbling towards us we tightened our formation and readied our weapons. Before they could surround us, we darted through an opening in the surrounding zombies and kept running several blocks. The base was still several miles from our position. We needed a means of faster transportation. All the cars nearby were trashed and unusable we searched for several minutes for a potentially working car. We spotted a red truck in a moderatly good condition about half a block away and immediatley ran towards it. It was locked. Realizing we had no time to open this conventionally, we smashed open the window with a fire extinquisher we took from the office building. I reached in to unlock the car. As my fingers ceased hold of the lock, I felt the cold, dead flesh of a hand wrap around my hand. I saw the silohette of a man in the car but I knew he was no longer a man but a zombie. I yelled for my teamates to help and they quickly came and smashed in the skull of the thing. My heart pounding I inspected the engine as one of my teamates hotwired the car. I closed the hood and told them the car was fine within the next minute the car was up and running. I jumped in the driver seat and sped toward the base. We were about 100 yards from the base when a zombie latched on to the front of the car. He flailed mindlessly at the front of the car managing to knock out the engine. We had to sprint the rest of the way. I took my improvised weapon, a simple board with a nail in it, and ran toward the base swinging it franticly at the zombies in front of me. I finally stopped at the gate of the base yelling for the gusrd to let me in. 30 or 40 zombies were approaching our position. He yelled down asking if any of us had been bitten. "WE DONT HAVE TIME FOR THIS!!!" I yelled at him quickly he opened the gat letting us in. right there I dropped to the ground panting as he closed the gate behind us. although it had only been 30 or 40 minutes it had seemed to be hours we were trying to get here. I took a deep breath and got to my feet still bewildered at how we had survived.
(I shall post phase 2 and 3 through the week)
