Zombie Apocalypse Squad II [Closed]
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Breating hard Dama stood out side Kevins place trying to look as heathy as possible, hiveing himself a once over he noticed a small cut on the back of his calf
"must of happened sometime during the fight haha" he chuckled nervously to himself
knocking slowly he hoped for the best
"must of happened sometime during the fight haha" he chuckled nervously to himself
knocking slowly he hoped for the best
Sivota! I love that place.
Winston sat once more upon the roof of a once-splendorous old farmhouse. He surveyed the beautiful countryside.
Such beauty. Such bliss. But for the majestic architecture of Rome, I would gladly leave this place for ever.
Another puff on his Richmond blew smoke out in front of his eyes, twisting playfully, as though taunting him. He sighed wistfully, and settled down to sleep.
Jason finished nailing up the breach in the wall. It wouldn't hold up to another bombing, but at least zombies couldn't just walk right in. He sneaked back to his house and put his toolbox on his end table. Now it was time to work on his secret project. He closed the door and locked it, then put the curtains over the windows. He carefully took off the tarp of the giant object in the room.
Arg. Too dark. Jason blindly addled his way to the light switch and flicked it upwards. A handful of lights in the room flickered on, all pointing towards the heavily armored van in the center. Long ago, when the wall went up, Jason knew that they couldn't stay here. Supplies would dwindle, then pass entirely. Walking away would be suicide. The only option was a vehicle. The only one here that could fit everyone and still be nimble was this van. It was nearly finished, except for some minor engine issues and the battery being dead.
The hood flipped up, then a stick jammed it in place. Let's see what we can do today....
Arg. Too dark. Jason blindly addled his way to the light switch and flicked it upwards. A handful of lights in the room flickered on, all pointing towards the heavily armored van in the center. Long ago, when the wall went up, Jason knew that they couldn't stay here. Supplies would dwindle, then pass entirely. Walking away would be suicide. The only option was a vehicle. The only one here that could fit everyone and still be nimble was this van. It was nearly finished, except for some minor engine issues and the battery being dead.
The hood flipped up, then a stick jammed it in place. Let's see what we can do today....
I seem to remember an Australin waterski instructor, although he said the exact same thing (I was with Neilson holidays). My mate had a colossal wipeout and the instructor just said "Bend your bloody knees!".
Winston ambled over to where Jason was.
"Motor vehicles eh? My father always taught me, when in doubt, give it a clout, and it's come to my aid many a time". Winston chuckled to himself and crushed his cigarette underfoot.
"I need some more of these bloody ciggies. These French shops are chock full of them. Thank God for the Europeans and their disregard for their own health. Love the blighters. Don't suppose you've got any cigars or anything of the sort have you my good sir?"
"Nope, terribly sorry Winston. I don't smoke. It's such a nasty habit in my opinion."
Jason wiped his hands with the grease towel. "Do you know a good way to fill a hole in a gas tank? I don't have a blasted welding kit, and all the others in this town have more holes than this one."
Soon. Soon we'll be out of here. Away from these zombies forever.
Jason wiped his hands with the grease towel. "Do you know a good way to fill a hole in a gas tank? I don't have a blasted welding kit, and all the others in this town have more holes than this one."
Soon. Soon we'll be out of here. Away from these zombies forever.
Alfie, who had been looking around the small town, stumbled upon some kind of garage. Those inside seemed to be fixing up a van, which to Alfie's surpise, looked in good condition. Derrick and Flo were outside, presumeably flirting out of Alfie's sight.
"Alright lads? You got a road-worthy tin can here or what?"
"Alright lads? You got a road-worthy tin can here or what?"
The man who asked the question seemed like he's been battle hardened over the years.
"Sorry sir, but there's some major problems with it that need to be fixed first. The gas tank has a hole in it, first off. You wouldn't happen to have a welding kit, would you?"
"Sorry sir, but there's some major problems with it that need to be fixed first. The gas tank has a hole in it, first off. You wouldn't happen to have a welding kit, would you?"
Sjors pulled out his last arrow, and whiped the shaft of it. He had lost three of them due to a hard impact, bending them and making them inoperatable. He was annoyed by it, but elated because of finding a group of survivors.
He looked at the group of three militairy people. One female, two male. He reckognised the outfit as American Deserts. Though they had a vast amount of weaponry, he was sure that they wouldn't give up a pistol or anything. Sjors had seen the wisdom of carrying a firearm, but hadn't found one.
He walked through the walled village, being quite impressed with the fortifications. Then he heard two people talking in a house with the door open. He stuck his head through the door and asked if anyone could use any help.
He looked at the group of three militairy people. One female, two male. He reckognised the outfit as American Deserts. Though they had a vast amount of weaponry, he was sure that they wouldn't give up a pistol or anything. Sjors had seen the wisdom of carrying a firearm, but hadn't found one.
He walked through the walled village, being quite impressed with the fortifications. Then he heard two people talking in a house with the door open. He stuck his head through the door and asked if anyone could use any help.
Alfie looked over the van, seeing if he could spot anymore problems with the vehicle.
"No, not a welding kit. But I reckon I got something that could help."
Alfie pulled out his map, and layed it across the table. He marked his current location onto it, then traced it back to another point he'd marked out.
"Our jeep got totalled a week or so ago, about three miles from here. We lost both our front wheels and smashed up the front pretty good. Tail end was in prestine condition though."
Alfie wrote the co-ordinates down on a piece of paper, and handed it to the man.
"Your welcome to all the parts. We don't need the thing. We'd help you out, but we've got somewhere to go."
"No, not a welding kit. But I reckon I got something that could help."
Alfie pulled out his map, and layed it across the table. He marked his current location onto it, then traced it back to another point he'd marked out.
"Our jeep got totalled a week or so ago, about three miles from here. We lost both our front wheels and smashed up the front pretty good. Tail end was in prestine condition though."
Alfie wrote the co-ordinates down on a piece of paper, and handed it to the man.
"Your welcome to all the parts. We don't need the thing. We'd help you out, but we've got somewhere to go."
Left to his own devices after the battle Mr. Rainbow had gone in search of food. He had found the motherlode a shack piled wall to wall with tins and sacks of food. After stuffing his pockets with what ammunition he could find (some flour, cream and pies), he had begun his feast.
He had awoken the following morning to find himself lying on a pile of empty tins and dismembered food's. Another massacre, his belly full and the storehouse near empty. He was worried he may have eaten more then he should, but Bob assured him they must have other supplies, surely.........
He had awoken the following morning to find himself lying on a pile of empty tins and dismembered food's. Another massacre, his belly full and the storehouse near empty. He was worried he may have eaten more then he should, but Bob assured him they must have other supplies, surely.........
As a matter of fact I was, I was there in the Summer of 2008. D'you mean you went there too? Wonderful place. If you were there, I don't suppose you met AJ, the tennis coach? He was great, we've actually kept in touch.Chris B Chikin said:Were you there fairly recently, like within the last three years or something? Andreas actually runs the whole place now, but he used to be in charge of the ski tuition back when I first went. I think before that he was some sort of pro wakeboarder in Germany. You'd have probably seen him in the ski show at the end of each week, basically the one doing the best tricks.
Oh, and I guess I was meant to do an IC post, but it can wait for a bit.
Alfie laughed.
"No, no. That's fine. I doubt you want to take a trip all the way over to England my friend."
Alfie patted the man on the shoulder, and began to make his way outside. That was when Derick and Flo rushed in, weapons drawn.
"Alfie! There's something comming over the hill!", Flo wailed.
"What do you mean, "something"? Is it a zombie or what?"
"I don't know what the fuck it is, and I don't want to find out. It's the size of a damn house!"
Alfie pushed his way inbetween Flo and Derrick, and looked outside the door. A large, grotesque figure loomed over the village from afar. It was atleast 70 foot in height, with large arms that drooped by it's side.
"Holy shit!"
"What do we do?!", Derrick shouted.
"I don't know! It's huge, we can't fight that damn thing."
The large monster slowly made it's way to the city walls, as the ground began to shake with it's footsteps. Alfie popped his head back into the garage.
"We've got a bit of a problem!"
"No, no. That's fine. I doubt you want to take a trip all the way over to England my friend."
Alfie patted the man on the shoulder, and began to make his way outside. That was when Derick and Flo rushed in, weapons drawn.
"Alfie! There's something comming over the hill!", Flo wailed.
"What do you mean, "something"? Is it a zombie or what?"
"I don't know what the fuck it is, and I don't want to find out. It's the size of a damn house!"
Alfie pushed his way inbetween Flo and Derrick, and looked outside the door. A large, grotesque figure loomed over the village from afar. It was atleast 70 foot in height, with large arms that drooped by it's side.
"Holy shit!"
"What do we do?!", Derrick shouted.
"I don't know! It's huge, we can't fight that damn thing."
The large monster slowly made it's way to the city walls, as the ground began to shake with it's footsteps. Alfie popped his head back into the garage.
"We've got a bit of a problem!"