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I will edit and continue... This is going to be a full novel and I am trying to get it published.. I got the rough draft done and I am now typing it... Will continue dedicated to www.zombiesurvivalwiki.com and my good friend Steven who inspired me to keep the story going...
posting the first few pages...
“Good morning American. I’m Alex Ryan reporting for Fox news were you decide. Today is December 21 2012”
“Good morning America and it is not a good morning. The date is December 22, 2012, and the signs of Armageddon are starting to appear.” “Well Alex, the only information we can gather is the dead are coming back to life to feast on the living. Max’s Brook’s warning was far from identified, and the majority of the public does not know how to survive such an ordeal. This is proving to be an extreme disadvantage to humanity, and people fleeing the cities in their cars are getting stuck, becoming little more than canned food for the undead.”
“A state of emergency has been issued for the whole states of New York, Pennsylvania, New Hampshire, Maine, Road Island, and the surrounding states. Washington D.C. has been declared over run, and the death toll is coming in to estimate 100,000 have been killed by the undead so far. Multiply that by two and you get the amount of people killed by riots, crowds, fire, chemical spills, and looters.”
“Our comfort of a home is now being rushed by police and military personal, the need for a warrant is now not to enter your home… Ladies and gentlemen the president of the United States has issued that we turn our programming over to Emergency Broadcast System or EBS. I would like to ask all you devoted viewers to please hold strong as it is likely you will never here my voice again. Thank you to all who watch this program and are watching at this time. I also want to thank the fox news program for making me your reporter. Good night America, and forever, God bless.”
It was the beginning of the end. Mass chaos has caused the death of many of thousands of human lives, which could have been saved it the government had not withheld information. The undead outbreak was also though to be a hoax like the radio broadcast of War of The Worlds by Orson Welles. These people meet the same fate as most of America. The ones old enough to remember the War of The Worlds broadcast were much more skeptical of the situation, until the zombies started rapping vigorously at their doors. News broadcasters have always hyped a situation to sound like what it’s not. Hurricane Katrina was a product of Global Warming (which is a government hoax) and that we will all drowned because of Global Warming (even though 60 years ago scientist were afraid of Global Cooling, so were does it end). At first the “Undead Outbreak” sounded like a bunch of shit to many people, but the media for once in there existence got the news right. Some may say the outbreak is gods way of saying “Your times up humans, thanks for staying on my planet.” And some might say that its terrorism and some might say… But does it really matter why it is happening? The only thing that matters is that we survive.
“Cut! What the fuck was that?” “Steven, settle down!” “I’m not going to settle down! I know what I want, and you aren’t giving me it!” “Fuck you!”
This was a common argument between Steven Reese, the director and camera man, and Shawn Omar, the actor. Steven was a very exact man, who needed everything to be perfect. Improve was not an option in Steven’s book, but Shawn was an actor, and aren’t actors supposed to ad lib a few lines here and there? The movie that landed us into this shit was what Steven called “Love is the Essay.” A film about two college students that at first have extreme differences, and then after hard work and determination become lovers. The movie was a low budget film, reduced to black and white and let’s face it, the movie was worse than Lewis Carrol's writing. The majority of the film did not seem to be “Up to snuff”. The actors were not optimistic about the film. The only reason Shawn acted in the film, was to gain college credits. This most likely is what caused Shawn and Steven to “not hit off well”. The filming of it took place at NMU located in Marquette Michigan, and the final seen (the one they were shooting now) 40 Miles south west, of Gwinn Michigan. In the final seen, Alice and Shawn were out hunting Ruffed Grouse, when the gun accidentally discharges, and kills the person Alice plays. Shawn, who loved her and couldn’t live without her, put the shotgun in his mouth, and killed himself. We had just arrived in our location when all the shit hit the fan. Steven thought it would be ironic if we brought a real shotgun as well as the fake one. This act is probably saved us all from being devoured from what happened next… “What's going on?” “We sent Ricky to find some cell phone service, the cell service here is fucking disgusting.” “You know what's also fucking disgusting? This god damn weather, its so fucking cold.” “Well that's weather in the U.P. For you... Just be lucky that theirs no snow on the ground.” “You sound like you know this place?” “Ya I shot my first turkey about... over were Saul is standing.” “Say Saul, what have you been doing, I haven't seen you since we got here...” “Well... So... Were is Ricky?” “Ricky is trying to find us some cell service.” “How long has he been gone?” “Oh... I would say about... thirty minutes...” “He will be back soon.” “Well here comes Ricky now.” “Hey Ricky... What's the news?” “Hey you guys... I think you need to turn on the radio... Something fucking weird is happening. I don't know if it is just horse shit our if we should be worried...”
“Our comfort of a home is now being rushed by police and military personal, the need for a warrant is now not to enter your home… Ladies and gentlemen the president of the United States has issued that we turn our programming over to Emergency Broadcast System or EBS. I would like to ask all you devoted viewers to please hold strong as it is likely you will never here my voice again. Thank you to all who watch this program and are watching at this time. I also want to thank the fox news program for making me your reporter. Good night America, and forever, God bless.” “Holly Shit!” “It’s properly a hoax.” “I don’t think so; he seemed pretty serious about this.” “That is what the news media does; they hype the smallest thing to something like the ‘Economic Crisis.’” “Do you rely believe this shit? It’s like the War of The Worlds broadcast, just a joke.” “Well I tend to want to how do I say it, ‘Stay Alive’?” “Well if it is true… What the hell are we going to do?” “Well, don’t ask me!” “I wasn’t asking you!” “Stop arguing! We need to think this through.” “What the fuck is there to think through?” “First… We need to find Alice…” “Do you have any idea were she is?” “I think… She might be in the …” “Get the fuck away from me god damnit! Ahhhhh!!! Shit!!! What the fuck! You fucking bit me! What the fuck.” “Were coming Alice!”
By the time they got there Alice had been killed. Her life and consciousness drifted above her in a tormenting storm of agony. A lumped figure slouched over her, slowly clawing into her intestines, and pulling them into his undead jaws. Steve arrived last, and slowly he raised the camera, to record what ever had just killed, his star. As no longer she was a star, but now left as blood, intestines, stomach acid, and tears. Shawn slowly moved parallel to the undead figure to reach the R.V. were the shotgun was kept. The zombie seemed to ignore Shawn, as it was too interested in his fresh and tasty kill. The sound of the 12 gauge’s hammer was the only thing to get the undead’s interest, slowly moving its head to observe. The zombie slowly approached Shawn, moving in a classic zombie haze, but unfortunate to him, Shawn was ready and loaded. The sound of the 12 gauge spread across for 6 miles in all directions, causing any of the undead army in this area to respond with the classic and hellish moan. The zombie fell to its knees, and the slow trickle of undead blood spread from its wounds. Ricky fell to his knees as well, gentled his tears, the attack was over, or so he thought. Tears started streaming down everyone’s faces, but not for Steven. Steven held the camera loosely, not understanding what just happened. He felt the camera begin to fall from his hands, but was to in awe to catch it. Shawn slowly approached Alice’s mutilated body, checking for a pulse, than putting a cold and dense bullet into her sweet and once beautiful face, just above her eye sockets.
“What the fuck was that for?” “I had to…” “But she was DEAD! Doesn’t that mean something?” “You herd the man; the dead come back after death!” “Horse shit!” “So you think this was just a crazed man, hungry for human flesh, when just a few minutes ago we learned that the dead are coming back?” “Settle the FUCK down! We need to formulate a plan!” “Well were the fuck are we going to go? I don’t know this area worth a horse shit” “I do… like I said I grew up here. I know this land like the back of my hand. Every weekend during hunting season I entered the forgiving forest in search of dinner.” “So were should we go?” “I think we should stay here, there is most likely to be more zombies in Marquette then out here.” “But what do we do about food?” “There is a local shop up ahead, over the years I became friends with the owner… and… the zombie I just shot was him…” “No! I am putting my foot down, we are going to Marquette!” “Haven’t you read The Zombie Survival Guide by Max Brooks?” “What?” “It states that the best place to go is the farthest from civilization.” “Fuck Max Brooks, for fuck sakes Mel Brooks is his fucking father!”
posting the first few pages...
“Good morning American. I’m Alex Ryan reporting for Fox news were you decide. Today is December 21 2012”
“Good morning America and it is not a good morning. The date is December 22, 2012, and the signs of Armageddon are starting to appear.” “Well Alex, the only information we can gather is the dead are coming back to life to feast on the living. Max’s Brook’s warning was far from identified, and the majority of the public does not know how to survive such an ordeal. This is proving to be an extreme disadvantage to humanity, and people fleeing the cities in their cars are getting stuck, becoming little more than canned food for the undead.”
“A state of emergency has been issued for the whole states of New York, Pennsylvania, New Hampshire, Maine, Road Island, and the surrounding states. Washington D.C. has been declared over run, and the death toll is coming in to estimate 100,000 have been killed by the undead so far. Multiply that by two and you get the amount of people killed by riots, crowds, fire, chemical spills, and looters.”
“Our comfort of a home is now being rushed by police and military personal, the need for a warrant is now not to enter your home… Ladies and gentlemen the president of the United States has issued that we turn our programming over to Emergency Broadcast System or EBS. I would like to ask all you devoted viewers to please hold strong as it is likely you will never here my voice again. Thank you to all who watch this program and are watching at this time. I also want to thank the fox news program for making me your reporter. Good night America, and forever, God bless.”
It was the beginning of the end. Mass chaos has caused the death of many of thousands of human lives, which could have been saved it the government had not withheld information. The undead outbreak was also though to be a hoax like the radio broadcast of War of The Worlds by Orson Welles. These people meet the same fate as most of America. The ones old enough to remember the War of The Worlds broadcast were much more skeptical of the situation, until the zombies started rapping vigorously at their doors. News broadcasters have always hyped a situation to sound like what it’s not. Hurricane Katrina was a product of Global Warming (which is a government hoax) and that we will all drowned because of Global Warming (even though 60 years ago scientist were afraid of Global Cooling, so were does it end). At first the “Undead Outbreak” sounded like a bunch of shit to many people, but the media for once in there existence got the news right. Some may say the outbreak is gods way of saying “Your times up humans, thanks for staying on my planet.” And some might say that its terrorism and some might say… But does it really matter why it is happening? The only thing that matters is that we survive.
“Cut! What the fuck was that?” “Steven, settle down!” “I’m not going to settle down! I know what I want, and you aren’t giving me it!” “Fuck you!”
This was a common argument between Steven Reese, the director and camera man, and Shawn Omar, the actor. Steven was a very exact man, who needed everything to be perfect. Improve was not an option in Steven’s book, but Shawn was an actor, and aren’t actors supposed to ad lib a few lines here and there? The movie that landed us into this shit was what Steven called “Love is the Essay.” A film about two college students that at first have extreme differences, and then after hard work and determination become lovers. The movie was a low budget film, reduced to black and white and let’s face it, the movie was worse than Lewis Carrol's writing. The majority of the film did not seem to be “Up to snuff”. The actors were not optimistic about the film. The only reason Shawn acted in the film, was to gain college credits. This most likely is what caused Shawn and Steven to “not hit off well”. The filming of it took place at NMU located in Marquette Michigan, and the final seen (the one they were shooting now) 40 Miles south west, of Gwinn Michigan. In the final seen, Alice and Shawn were out hunting Ruffed Grouse, when the gun accidentally discharges, and kills the person Alice plays. Shawn, who loved her and couldn’t live without her, put the shotgun in his mouth, and killed himself. We had just arrived in our location when all the shit hit the fan. Steven thought it would be ironic if we brought a real shotgun as well as the fake one. This act is probably saved us all from being devoured from what happened next… “What's going on?” “We sent Ricky to find some cell phone service, the cell service here is fucking disgusting.” “You know what's also fucking disgusting? This god damn weather, its so fucking cold.” “Well that's weather in the U.P. For you... Just be lucky that theirs no snow on the ground.” “You sound like you know this place?” “Ya I shot my first turkey about... over were Saul is standing.” “Say Saul, what have you been doing, I haven't seen you since we got here...” “Well... So... Were is Ricky?” “Ricky is trying to find us some cell service.” “How long has he been gone?” “Oh... I would say about... thirty minutes...” “He will be back soon.” “Well here comes Ricky now.” “Hey Ricky... What's the news?” “Hey you guys... I think you need to turn on the radio... Something fucking weird is happening. I don't know if it is just horse shit our if we should be worried...”
“Our comfort of a home is now being rushed by police and military personal, the need for a warrant is now not to enter your home… Ladies and gentlemen the president of the United States has issued that we turn our programming over to Emergency Broadcast System or EBS. I would like to ask all you devoted viewers to please hold strong as it is likely you will never here my voice again. Thank you to all who watch this program and are watching at this time. I also want to thank the fox news program for making me your reporter. Good night America, and forever, God bless.” “Holly Shit!” “It’s properly a hoax.” “I don’t think so; he seemed pretty serious about this.” “That is what the news media does; they hype the smallest thing to something like the ‘Economic Crisis.’” “Do you rely believe this shit? It’s like the War of The Worlds broadcast, just a joke.” “Well I tend to want to how do I say it, ‘Stay Alive’?” “Well if it is true… What the hell are we going to do?” “Well, don’t ask me!” “I wasn’t asking you!” “Stop arguing! We need to think this through.” “What the fuck is there to think through?” “First… We need to find Alice…” “Do you have any idea were she is?” “I think… She might be in the …” “Get the fuck away from me god damnit! Ahhhhh!!! Shit!!! What the fuck! You fucking bit me! What the fuck.” “Were coming Alice!”
By the time they got there Alice had been killed. Her life and consciousness drifted above her in a tormenting storm of agony. A lumped figure slouched over her, slowly clawing into her intestines, and pulling them into his undead jaws. Steve arrived last, and slowly he raised the camera, to record what ever had just killed, his star. As no longer she was a star, but now left as blood, intestines, stomach acid, and tears. Shawn slowly moved parallel to the undead figure to reach the R.V. were the shotgun was kept. The zombie seemed to ignore Shawn, as it was too interested in his fresh and tasty kill. The sound of the 12 gauge’s hammer was the only thing to get the undead’s interest, slowly moving its head to observe. The zombie slowly approached Shawn, moving in a classic zombie haze, but unfortunate to him, Shawn was ready and loaded. The sound of the 12 gauge spread across for 6 miles in all directions, causing any of the undead army in this area to respond with the classic and hellish moan. The zombie fell to its knees, and the slow trickle of undead blood spread from its wounds. Ricky fell to his knees as well, gentled his tears, the attack was over, or so he thought. Tears started streaming down everyone’s faces, but not for Steven. Steven held the camera loosely, not understanding what just happened. He felt the camera begin to fall from his hands, but was to in awe to catch it. Shawn slowly approached Alice’s mutilated body, checking for a pulse, than putting a cold and dense bullet into her sweet and once beautiful face, just above her eye sockets.
“What the fuck was that for?” “I had to…” “But she was DEAD! Doesn’t that mean something?” “You herd the man; the dead come back after death!” “Horse shit!” “So you think this was just a crazed man, hungry for human flesh, when just a few minutes ago we learned that the dead are coming back?” “Settle the FUCK down! We need to formulate a plan!” “Well were the fuck are we going to go? I don’t know this area worth a horse shit” “I do… like I said I grew up here. I know this land like the back of my hand. Every weekend during hunting season I entered the forgiving forest in search of dinner.” “So were should we go?” “I think we should stay here, there is most likely to be more zombies in Marquette then out here.” “But what do we do about food?” “There is a local shop up ahead, over the years I became friends with the owner… and… the zombie I just shot was him…” “No! I am putting my foot down, we are going to Marquette!” “Haven’t you read The Zombie Survival Guide by Max Brooks?” “What?” “It states that the best place to go is the farthest from civilization.” “Fuck Max Brooks, for fuck sakes Mel Brooks is his fucking father!”
