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“Tropical storm Helena has merged into a hurricane... hurricane Hernandez will be the first hurricane to hit the west coast since 1992.”  Click!  "Who the hell cares?" I said as I flicked off the ra dio.  There’s been a lot of hike about a hurricane hitting Americas’ west coast. Sure when Mexico gets hit every several years you never hear it, but when it is our own country it’s an epidemic.

My name is Dan Karling; I’m a police officer of Black Canyon City Arizona, just north of phoenix.  I drive the newly issued dodge charger police vehicle, makes those high speed chases even more fun.  Anyway I have been in the police force for 10 years, I joined at when i was 20 and its been a kick ever since.  I live in a decent little home, a wife named Jessie, and a newly born son josh.  He’s a cute little guy but he never stays in one spot.  He is always moving, crawling in places where little children his age shouldn't; but he does it anyway.

          I drove down the dirt highway to the Phoenix police headquarters.  They had called me on business and with my prediseor away on vacation; that made me Lutenent.  I had a meeting with the cheif of police of pheonix, apparently this hurricane is a little different then expected.  The tropical storm came from china, and communication between the USA and China; was lost 5 days ago.  This is not good if you’re wondering.  Apparently riots had broken out just 2 days before loss of contact; this for some reason does not bother me.  I have always just been not interested with the affairs over seas (other than Iraq) to be well not important.

As I approached the out skirts of the city I could see the busy civilization as it was; business men speeding to work cause they over slept, and the young high school teenagers speeding to school cause they partied too hard the night before and had a big test they hadn’t studied for.  Yes city life as usual.

I pulled up to the building and hopped out of my car; I opened the door and walked in.  Paper pushers running in circles, file cabinets open and out of order.  It looked like the hurricane had hit this place already.  I walked up the giant staircase to the top floor where I saw the room.  “CHIEF OF POLICE” in big black letters.  I walked in; the receptionist at the front looked up at me from her work.  "Can I help you with anything?" she asked.  "Um yes, I have an appointment with the cheif of police?" she opened a book.  "Name please." "Dan Karling"  she closed the book and pointed to the office; I walked over and opened it

When I opened the door the first thing I noticed was taxidermy.  Loads of it; This guy was a fanatic.  “Mr. Karling.”  A big black man sat in a chair in front of me.  “Please have a seat.”  I sat in the chair in front of him.  “Ok I’m going to get right to the point.”  He said very bleak.  “There is a problem; a big one.” “What is it?” I asked “In two days hurricane Hernandez will hit the west coast, the problem being is that it isn’t going to just hit the west coast.  Its goanna hit inland about; oh say Montana.”

          “You got to be kidding me!”  “Does the public know yet?”  He shook his head “I’m afraid not, government orders.”  “The public will be notified the day before it hits but before…”  I stared at him in silence for a second, then gathered my thoughts “So then what do we do?”  He pulled out a cigar from his desk cut off the tip and sparked the front of it, igniting the tobacco inside.  “Well, I am going to need all the help I can get keeping order in this city; and with you Lutenent of Black canyon I have obligations to include you, thats why i called you here.”  “So after the hurricane I will need all the help I can get.”  I shrugged my shoulders “Ok, what ever you need sir.” We exchanged numbers incase of emergency; also I would need updates

          I got back in the car and drove to the gun store.  I needed to stalk up on ammunition for duty.  I pulled up and walked inside.  There were a couple of people inside.  Only they weren’t looking at guns.  They had a T.V. in the store with the national news station always on.  I walked up next the group and looked at the T.V. too.  “This just in, first contact in days from china, one man survived what he calls the worst virus outbreak the world has seen.  The man is currently in Washington D.C. and is quarantined for safety reasons.” 

Now like I said I don’t care for over sea fairs but this was getting to me.  It cut to a commercial; so I bought an S & W 1911 .45 a M16 semi auto rifle and a .22 pistol; with loads of ammo to go along.  The clerk alerted everyone that it was on again.  “New updates from our top story, the man quarantined from china brought with him, a tape.  And it appears we are going to show this clip, and I am being told to warn viewers that this tape is extermely graphic.” 

All of a sudden the tape was playing.  It seemed to be a civilian with his video camera.  The military is moving down the street they are heavily armed.  They start to set up a block aide when.  A man running faster then the speed of light runs past the camera and past the block aide. 

One of the military men grab a hold of the man and try and constrain him from running but he hits the troop and takes off for a second when he is shot in the head.  Then all of a sudden the troops setting up the block aide drop what they are doing and begin firing into the distance. 

Then in a split second the distance turns into a giant crowd of people.  A women gets past the block aide, jumps on one of the soliders; then with one bite takes a giant chunk from his neck then; she looks at the camera and bolts for the man; the man tries to run but is cut down.  You can hear the scream of the camera man being killed and a stream of blood flows by.

            All of us stared in shock at the T.V. the Angkor women appears back on.  “Um… w-we will keep you updated on the status of the quarantine.  I drove home and got ready for the worse.



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sounds pretty good...almost like a Day by Day Armaggedon meets The Morningstar Strain. hurry up and write some more plz.

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The hurricane hit; and let me tell you it was no walk in the park.  Some parts of Black canyon were flooded to where people were moved toward the roofs.  My wife and I were lucky enough that we didn’t get hit with the flooding; nevertheless, we got hit hard.  Parts of the roof had flown off.  The fence in the front yard had gone through ours and the neighbors windows.  Yes destruction was at a max toll, but I hadn’t learned the death toll till I arrived at the police station.

            The death toll was at a medium range.  Around 10,000 for the four corners combined, and that’s Utah, New Mexico, Colorado, and here.  But the coast line was different, there was a mass death toll and it was growing.  Still we had to worry about our own state and not the others.

            I arrived at the police station and received my duties.  I was to help with the clean up and keep the order.  I got with the clean up crew and went to work.

            It took 3 days of none stop pumping to get the water out of the city.  And for the total clean up of phoenix it took 6 days; still there was much to be done.  When I received orders I no longer had to work clean up crew but as a patrol man to make sure the order was being kept I was a bit relieved.  Reason being that we were working in a very un-sanitized environment that frankly was getting me worried.  Many of the workers and some civilians were becoming sick, flu like symptoms.  The last thing I needed at this point was to be sick.


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             Parked at maverick gas station I listened to dispatch; also I would flip to the news station to here updates about California.  Apparently the military was brought in to stop the riots breaking out all through Cali. and Oregon.

            A second police car came from behind me and parked next me.  It was my good friend Paul Rodriguez.  “Hey Dan.” He said with a smile.  “Hey buddy what’s up with you?”  he shook his head “Just trying to get away from my wife, she doesn’t like what is going on, on the coast line and doesn’t want me to work.” He kind of chuckled a little when he said it.  I sipped my drink and turned it back to dispatch.  I also had problems with my wife with this rioting in California she would call to yell about how unfair it is that I have to do this.  When I signed up to be a police officer this is what I signed for, she just didn’t understand.

            All of a sudden the dispatch called.  “Car 049 come in.” I picked up the dispatch and returned call. “049 reporting.”  “We have a domestic disturbance call in 637 n. 6987.s eastside drive; can you make the call?” I looked at Paul and he nodded.  “Rodger that I got car 068 next to me he’ll answer the call as well.”  “Rodger 049 dispatch out.”  I finished off my drink and put the car in gear and pulled out.

            I had not been driving more then 1 minute when dispatch came back in "049 and 068 domestic disturbance has been raised to code 3 we will have back up standing by get there fast.”  This turned my stomach and got the adrenaline pumping.  Flipping the sirens on and I slammed my foot on the gas pedal.

            We made it to the block before the house there was a school near it, I remember one of my friends had transferred to that school when I was 16 which sucked for me because I had to find new best friend.  Any way we turned down the street and were flying about 60 in a 25 mile an hour zone.  Then slowing down to our objective; it was an old Victorian mansion vines growing up it paint was chipping off of it but still it was nice.  For a second I thought we had the wrong address then that’s when I knew we had the right address.

            From the house three people started to walk out of the front door.  They staggered as if they where drunk out of their minds.  One looked as though he had an injured leg and was limping a bit.  I stepped out of my car, Paul did the same.  “How’s it going guys.” Yelled across the way; I didn’t get an answer.  “Have you people been drinking tonight?” still no answer back.  “We were called here on a domestic violence disturbance is that how he is limping?” I said this as I started to walk toward one of them, Paul was right behind me.  I was close enough to get a look at one of them.  It was a women about oh mid 20’s she had blonde hair and was attractive, there was a problem she had a black like substance stain all over her shirt and over her mouth. Her eyes were milky white.

            I had seen enough zombie movies to tell that this wasn’t good at what I was looking at but that was all in the movies this was real life.  I pulled out my mace; “maam please do not get closer.” I ordered her, she kept on walking “maam I will mace you!” she lifted her arms and opened her mouth as if to say something, but all I herd was a gasping breath groan.  I pulled the trigger on my mace spraying a quick squirt in her face.  It did nothing it didn’t even faze her; I sprayed her again.  Still she kept on coming at me; now I had also kept in mind that some people have a natural immunity to the pepper spray which wasn’t good for me.

            I wiped out my baton and brought it down on her thigh, it brought her down but didn’t keep her down.  She got right back up.  I did it again but she still kept on coming.  Paul was having trouble too; one of them had grabbed a hold of him and was having a hard time shaking him off. Then before he could pull him off the man bit into his shoulder ripping his shirt and took a giant chunk from his arm; he screamed in pain.

            “Paul!” I screamed and I smacked the women in the face with my baton.  That brought her down; she was flailing to get back up.  I ran to Paul who was already backing away from the man.  I hit him in the head with my baton “Are you ok?” I asked “yeah I can manage for now.” I looked around more people were walking out of the house, except for one.  It was a fat man he was about 40 and he was running at us; and as he did so I noticed something flapping under his shirt.  I thought it was just his fat but then it fell out; it was his intestines.  I about threw up; he was almost to me I readied for him with my baton when he got in rang I hit him directly up the jaw; there was a loud crack as both his jaw and my baton broke; he stumbled to the ground.

            “We have to get out of here!” I yelled to Paul he nodded back to me.  We bolted to the car.  I tried to open the door but I had locked the keys in the car. I pulled out my pistol and pistol wiped the window.  That would definitely come outta my paycheck; but I didn’t care.  I got on dispatch.  “Calling all cars requesting all back up stationed this is 049 and 068 again requesting immediate back up; get your fucking asses here as fast has you can.”  I could here the sirens in the distance start up.  They were 5 blocks away.

            I looked back at Paul; he had collapsed on the ground.  And the people kept on coming.  I aimed my pistol at one of them; normally people show a little fear in them when there is a gun pointed at them but he didn’t even flinch.  I fired of a shot into his chest.  The recoil of the bullet hitting him made him stagger back but he came back again. 

I popped off another round into his chest; still the same reaction I didn’t know what to do nothing I did made them stop coming.  I made up my mind and ran over to Paul.  One of them had made it to the street corner and was nearing Paul; I blew around clear through her heart but all it did was nock her over she started getting back up.  Quickly I picked up Paul and got to the back seat door.  I pistol wiped the window and opened it up and shoved him inside. 

We couldn’t wait any longer back up was to far and not enough time.  The woman was next to the driver’s side door and was walking closer and closer.  I aimed at her and fired two shots both hitting her in the leg.  She fell to the ground and couldn’t get back up I hopped in the car and found my keys; as fast as I could I found the right one and went for the ignition.  The adrenalin was making it hard to keep me steady, finally I started the car when another runner jumped on my hood and broke my windshield. I threw the car in reverse and spun the car one eighty flinging him across the road; he got back up I kicked out the windshield and sped off just before he could make it back. 

I was flooring the gas and wasn’t paying attention to the sharp corner when I turned the corner I lost control and spun and when I regained control I slammed into a giant brick mail box.


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great story!  I can't wait to read more

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if people would like to post resoponses on how they like or dislike this feel free i like comments and sometimes critics


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I'll try to be gentle. 

Your prose is pretty good.  The dialogue is not bad -- pretty good actually.  Your descriptions are good.

But I think the plot / certain details need 'fixin.  Some things do not make any sense, which leads the reader to ask questions.  If the questions aren't answered... you may lose the reader, or annoy him.

For example, who is this guy?  I took him to be some patrol officer from a small town north of Phoenix.  Then why in the hell would the Chief of Police of Phoenix call in some patrol officer from some rinky dink little town north of Phoenix?  It might make sense if Dan Karling was the Chief of Police of Black Canyon City, OR if he was the designated Liason officer for that department to interface with other nearby departments.  Also, Phoenix is HUGE.  I got the impression that Black Canyon City is a bit of a drive from Phoenix, so why would Phoenix be talking to Black Canyon City?  If Phoenix did coordinate with other towns and municipalities, then I would expect some sort of big meeting with all the heads or liasons from various departments getting together for one LARGE meeting, not a tet-a-tet with the head man from Phoenix.  Also, I doubt one simply waltzes into the Chief of Polices office from the hallway.  There is probably an anteroom or outer reception area with a receptionist at a desk.  I found it hard to believe Dan simply turned the doorknob, so to speak, and walked into the Chief's office.

It's not just the meet-the-Phoenix-police-chief part that left me disbelieving... Dan states in his narrative that "from the many zombie movies he had watched..."  Well then... shouldn't Dan know to shoot the fuckers in the head?

Also... the "four corners area" is Arizona, Utah, Colorado, and New Mexico.  Nevada and Idaha are not even near the "four corners" of those states.

So... please take my criticisms in the positive, constructive manner in which they are offered. 

Keep it up, I'll keep reading!

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            I slowly opened my eyes, I didn’t recognize where I was; then it hit me.  I jolted up, but it only to be brought back down in pain.  I was in the back of an ambulance.  There was an IV in my arm.  Quickly I took it out; I hate the doctor, I hate needles and seeing the IV in my arm didn’t help the situation.  I remembered the people and Paul.  Right up to where I hit the mail box; after that, it was just a blur.

            Looking around the cabin I saw morphine, pain killers, and more and more needles.  I was getting Closter Phobic with all the sharp pointy objects around me.  Then the cabin door opened, a paramedic hopped in.  He looked at my arm where the IV used to be and sighed.  “Officer you have to have that IV in.” he started to walk over and picked it up.  “You put that back in me I will kick the living shit out of you, no needles.”  “But sir the morphine is in the water bag and that will keep you from felling any pain at all.” “No! No needles!” And I sat up, the pain I felt was excruciating but I didn’t care I was not gonna have him put another thing into my flesh.  “Fine, have it your way.” He said aggravated, then without hesitation he began looking me over.  “What happened to Paul?” he looked at me puzzled, and then he seemed to remember. “Oh, um sir, Mr. Rodriguez died at the scene of the crash.” I could not believe my ears.  My best friend had died, and all because of me.  I laid back again looking at the roof of the ambulance.  Then I looked back at him.  “So what happened?” “Well when we got there, the back up for I guess you and your partner were having trouble keeping off those drunken psychopaths I have never seen so many people take so many hits with mace, batons and bullets in all my career.” “But I think I may have a clue how they were doing it.” “Oh?” I said.  “Yeah, there is a drug, I cannot remember what it is called but those Iranian Taliban people take it and they can take multiple shots without dieing.” “I heard on guy that took it had his head blown off by a marine and was still coming after them, stumbling and firing his AK at them.”

            All of a sudden there was a pop! The sound of a pistol going off out side of the vehicle.  “You wait right here, I don’t want you going anywhere.” He jumped out of the ambulance.  I thought to myself, I am taking orders from a paramedic?  I chuckled a little but stopped the pain was too much.  Then in a split second multiple shots where being fired; the paramedic jumped back in.  “Officer we have to get you out of here!”  I looked at him and without hesitation I got up.  I didn’t care about the pain; I felt more safe being out of the ambulance then in with all those needles around me.  I stepped out of the ambulance and the feeling of safety vanished.


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            Civilians were running down the street, away from where I was facing.  I saw police officers firing into the crowd.  But then I noticed that it wasn’t the crowd they were shooting at.  It was more of those people; there were at least 50 of them and it was growing.  I felt for my hand gun, but it was gone.  The fucking paramedics must have taken it when they pulled me from the vehicle.

            I looked for something, anything I could use to keep them off of me.  I found a piece of metal pipe laying in the gutter and picked it up; these things where getting closer and closer, we where going to have pull backward and retreat before they got us all.  One came around the side of the ambulance; stretching out its arms and drooled a black like bile that I could smell from all the way back here.  I could hear her gasps as though she couldn’t breath.

            I brought the pole on her head and she dropped to the ground I started to run away from the on coming crowd of people.  I could barely do so the pain from the crash was excruciating.  On of the officers was running next to me, SGT. Halls was his name; I knew him from my police station.  He tripped and dropped his gun he was holding; he scrambled to his feet and ran leaving his gun.  I looked back and saw it, I stopped and went to pick it up, then a runner jumped on the hood of one of the parked cars, I brought the pistol up and blew a round into his chest.  It knocked him off of the car but it didn’t keep him down.  He got right back up and ran for me I held my arms up and waited for him to attack me when… boom!  I looked and I saw the entire left side of his face was gone, blown clean off by a revolver. 

Turning around I saw Officer Trent Parker; the new rookie of Phoenix, the guy had just saved my life.  He had just passed training the day before the hurricane, and was one of the best shots I had ever seen.  I watched him has he blew clip through clip into the crowd.  He was shooting them in the head.  They were falling left and right one after another; then I saw the breach of the gun slide back and he through it to the ground he pulled out his baton and ran into the crowd.  Beating them down, punching them, head butting them.  But the crowd gathered around him he was cornered.  There was nothing I could do but run away.  I couldn’t even hear him scream. 

There were more of those people up the street, I saw two of them tear open an 8 year old kid; pulling out his insides and then began to ingest them.  I couldn’t believe what was happening. 

I ran for 6 blocks before I stopped.  I could here the sound of people screaming, and them being killed, gun shots rang out; and smoke coming from the main part of town.

When I caught my breath I pulled out my cell phone and called Jessie.  It rang 4 times before “Hello?” she said with some anxiety in her voice.  “Jessie? Jessie it’s me where are you?” “I’m at home Dan where are you I saw the TV I herd about the crash what is going on!” “Honey you need to listen to me, ok? Go up stairs and grab the shotgun and some shells, ok?”  “Dan what is going on! Why do I need to…?” I herd a pounding on the door over the phone. “Dan hang on there’s someone pounding on the door.”  “Jessie do not open the door!  Hey are you there?!  Jessie don’t!”  I herd her open the door and scream.

The phone cut out.

            I tried calling over and over but still I got static.  I prayed the phone lines were down.  I had to get home I had to make sure she was alive


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im going to be gone for a little bit so i will right more when i get back... post if you like or not

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Your writing is getting better in each post!  However, PLEASE use a spell checker or what not.  You have real talent and it's a shame for it to be tainted with something that is so easy to fix anymore.  Keep up the good work!

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dude.....stop following the storyline of DEAD CITY. practically every single scene in ur story is a redo of the scenes in DEAD CITY. U have good potential, but these arent ur ideas, or ur scenes. all u you did is change teh characters names, dialouge, and cenes. Dead City takes place in San Antonio, urs takes place Pheonix. Officer Dan Karling is a spin-off of Officer Eddie Hudson. Hurricane Hurnandez is an imitation of the five hurricanes that rock the texas coast. Plz change the storyline. you could make this into a great story.

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i think i know why you think it is the same.  my friend is a zombie fanati like i am; and flims little movies for fun and for school.  he also has read litterally every zombie book known to man kind.  so i saw one of his movies and saw the part of the people taking over the city, and the wife phone call so i think that one was the same as you are talking about.   btw is city of the dead any good? worth buying cause i am on a strict budget.


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            I looked around searching for something I could use to get to black canyon.  A motorcycle, hotwire a car or anything I looked back at the city and wondered how long it would take for them to get to where I was.  I walked about half a block when I found another police vehicle, I pistol whipped the window and unlocked the door.  Inside I found a shotgun some shells and a couple of clips.

            I couldn’t find any keys, now you may be wondering why I didn't hotwire the vehicle.  The police vehicle has an onboard computer, and if your not an expert on hotwiring cars like I’m not and if you do it wrong, your gonna get a couple thousand volts up your ass.       

I loaded the shotgun and checked my handgun; in the original clip I had 14 rounds.  The other went into the chest of the runner.  At that moment I had the image of the 8 year old boy being ripped apart and I didn’t stop to help.  I am a police officer and I didn’t even stop for help.  Some cop I was; I pulled along.

            I stopped about 2 miles from where I had stopped before.  I was hurting pretty bad, I could tell either I had bruised or fractured rib’s.  I looked up and saw one of the mosters come out of a house.  It was an old woman, about 78 and hunched over.  She looked fresh; I could see the bite marks in her neck and on her arms; and they were still oozing out blood.  She just staggered in the yard, looking around as if she had no idea where in the world she was and what she was doing.  Then she noticed me; her pace quickened and her arms shot out.  She began heading for me.

            I knew at this point that these weren’t people anymore.  These were infected people; zombies if you will.  I absolutely could not believe the dead had risen.  I prepared myself I lifted the shotgun from my side and began to walk toward her.  Blood was seeping out of her mouth as I lifted the shotgun up and aimed it to her head; she walked right into the barrel, I pulled the trigger and shattered the head of an old women.

            The guilt didn’t sink in as bad as I thought it would, I ejected the shell from the breach and loaded a new one to replace the old.  I began to carry on, one foot after another.  All of a sudden I herd a pistol fire; I turned and look down the street, a skinny hispanic man was running firing behind him, he slowed down and jogged back ward still firing; it was night and I couldn’t see down the street, then my stomach sank,  I counted 5 or 6 runners. 

They were chasing him and were catching up extremely fast.  I quickly pulled out my pistol and began shooting at them too. I got one in the back of the head and one in the neck.  Finally they caught him; the man screamed in agony as one grabbed at his eye socket and tore out his eye; he immediately stuffed it into his mouth.  Two more dug into his neck and his stomach; ripping out his intestines.  I aimed my pistol and blew a round into the one gnawing at his neck. 

That got their attention that I was there.  The first one booked it, coming  at me.  I threw down the shotgun and ran for the house the old lady had come from.  Then I tripped and fell to the ground.  I looked back and quickly got to my feet.  But it wasn’t fast enough he grabbed my sleeve and pulled me back, I faught back.  I was not gonna be a zombies dessert.  I was able to slip out of my shirt, and when I did I ran into the house; I slammed the door and locked it.  They pounded on the door when they reached it; I was safe.  At least until I looked forward.  There in the living room feasting on 4 bodies were 6 zombies


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I'm liking this when reading the dialogue though, it can be a bit confusing.  Maybe changing the structure of the writing i.e. when someone talks put their dialogue on a new line.  I agree to some extent with Surviver5 about the Deadcity similarities, but to be honest is there a Zombie Novel/Film etc....which has not at some time borrowed ideas from previous writers? (Present company accepted Z!)

I don't know if this will help, but I find when I'm writing I put myself in the protagonists place, I feel what they're feeling, see what they're seeing and then get it down on paper (screen!) you'll find your descriptions become a lot more flowing, and then the dialogue will become more believable and easier to read - what I mean is, when you read a good story - like Z's novels - you want to be dragged kicking and screaming along for the ride, be able to see, smell, taste almost what is going on, know through the descriptions - the enviroment (i.e, hot/cold, smells) all the very good books I've read have been able to plonk me right down beside the protagonists, join in their fight, feel what it's like not to shower for a week and feel all dirty and stinky etc....go on their adventure with them.  Then you know you've read a good book.

Sorry I'm rambling.....I'm on really strong meds cos I fell down the stairs while packing boxes for our imminent move and I'm finding myself zoning out......alot......

So basically it's a good start, it has legs now run with it

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hey guys sorry its taking so long for more i am having problems in the famliy .... cancer to be exact so i will have a hella a lot of stuff for you all in the next couple of days. so if you like good if you dont well good gotta have haters to have a good story


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Sorry to hear about your news. I hope things get better soon for you.

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here you go guys enjoy i have more of it in preproduction



            I sat there frozen in place; six of them all chewing on different body parts.  I tried to make out the bodies; one I could tell was a man about 35, another was an old man in his late 60’s, the third one was a female about 22; and I could barley tell the last one but it was small, I suspected it was a toddler or young child.

            I dared not move, not even breathe for they had not noticed me yet.  I began thinking about how I could get out of this without alarming them in anyway.  I ever so slowly reached my hand to my side to feel for my pistol, but it wasn’t there… I began to panic in my head. 

            “Where could it be?” I thought then I remembered I had dropped it when I pulled out of my shirt from that runner.  I thought even harder.

“How could I possibly get out of this without a weapon?”  My eyes darted left and right looking for anything I could bash, slam, or stab into one of them.  I looked to the kitchen and saw some kitchen knives; they were to far away and the zombies were right in front of me.  I looked at the closest thing I could see; a broom. 

I thought long and hard if that was the only I could to use to get to the kitchen.  They had no fire pokers, no broken furniture, nothing sharp that I could stab into their heads; I was using the broom.  I took a small but deep breath preparing myself for a quick bash and dash for the kitchen; I was ready.  I grabbed the broom and ran, one of them looked up at me as he was still eating a piece off of the old mans liver.  I brought the broom stick right across the side of his face and knocked him on his side.  I jabbed the end of the stick into the eye of one of the women zombies eating the young women.  I was in the clear.  I ran into the kitchen and grabbed out two knives and ran into the living room where I waited for them to come after me

One was at a quick pace; I readied as he put out his arm and his jaw dropped ,drooling out blood and crumbs of flesh.  The knife cut like butter into his skull; I yanked it out as the next one entered the room.  I quickly took both knives and jabbed them into her head.  I went to yank them out but they were stuck.  Another was coming and they were stuck!  I pulled as hard as I could but the bone would not let me have them. I put my boot on her head for one last try. one came loose and I stumbled falling to the ground. 

I could tell my fatigue was getting week because when I got up I was light headed.  So light headed that everything was going blur and faint.  When I shook it off the man was almost about to grab me; pushing his arm off I stabbed the back of his neck getting his brain stem.  He went limp and dropped to the floor dead.  Then the lady I had jammed the broom into her eye slowly but surly was coming for me; the stick had jammed into her eye socket and she was having trouble getting through the door.

Looking behind me I saw the door to the backyard; I wasn’t going to waist my energy or my precious time killing the last three.  I ran to the sliding door, opened it and ran out.  There was a fence leading into the next yard and it looked like I could climb over it.  I began to climb the fence when all of a sudden I herd a thud behind me; I didn’t even want to look back I climbed faster.  I could hear “pat pat pat pat!” in the grass behind me I was about to make it over when I was yanked off the fence, falling on my back; the knife falling next to me.  a runner had hopped the fence behind me and was now on top of me biting and pushing trying to get to my soft tender throat.  I had only a grip on his neck as I tried for the knife; my muscles were weak I could barley hold him any longer.  I felt the smooth handle of the knife; and picked it up throwing it into his temple.  He went limp and died on top of me. 

I pushed him off and got up panting.  The women with women with the broom in her eye was reaching the door, another zombie was behind her.  I pulled out the knife from the runner and climbed over the fence.  I was exhausted, I thought I was in shape, but I guess when you have bruised and fractured ribs you have less stamina.  I walked into the house and found a cup and got some water.  My nerves didn’t want me to drink; in fact when I took a sip I was about ready to throw up, but I knew that if I didn’t hydrated myself I could crash while escaping and not make it; or worse.

I checked the house for anything I could use.  Turns out the owners didn’t mind guns.  Upstairs I found a .45 and a couple clips, holstering it I walked down stairs and out of the front door.  I began to walk down the street looking for anything familiar that I could go off of.  Alas this section was foreign to me. I had never been down here before; I had to find a gas station quick to find a map of where I was.  I memorized the street and carried on.  Hoping it wouldn’t be too far.  I could only hope that I could make it home fast.



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As I walk I find myself asking “Why?”

“Why the fuck am I still alive?  Why the fuck am I still walking and moving?  Give up!  Give up!”

            I shook my head, “Ha, I’m losing it I’m losing my fucking mind”

I heard a woman scream and a pop, I just ignored it.

“That woman might be in trouble you have to help her.”

“Fuck her, our situation is already Fubar as it is and judging by the scream and the silence after the shot she dead, just like jess.”

I stopped in the street. “Doesn’t fucking say that she’s alive!”

“Wake up Dan! The entire city is on fire!  No phone service, no communication, police officers, she’s dead!’

“No!”

I swung my fist all I caught was air, I tried to catch myself, but I stumbled over face planting on the asphalt.  I as I sat up the world spun around me, my sight blurred. All I could hear was

“She’s dead!”

“You’re fucked!”

“Give up!”

“Give up!”

I pulled out the .45 from my waist and racked the slide; slowly I held the gun to the side of my head.

“That’s right you can’t do it, your going to die any way just pull the trigger you pussy!”

“Give up!”

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An ear shattering scream knocked me to my senses, it was the women who I had heard just a second ago; she had moved closer and was just ahead of the alley I was in.

“Help!” I heard her scream. 

Scrambling to stand up from fall I staggered toward the cries.  I called out to her

“Where are you?”

But all I spat out was a mumbled version of what I had called out in my head.  the world spun around me I was trying to keep my feet.  I felt drunk I stopped to regain my senses but even as I stood motionless the world kept moving

“Bang!” The sound of a .12 gauge roared aloud through the alley.

Was she running toward me?  I couldn’t tell I began to shuffle toward where I thought I had heard the shot. 

“Bang!” there it was again louder I could even make out the sound of the spent shell landing on the ground.  I cried out again

“Hey! Where are…” I didn’t utter another sentence.

 I saw her, she was slowly backing toward me.  In front of her there were about 7 of the walkers shambling and limping toward her.

“Bang!” one of the walkers blew back onto the street, then began to get back up.

The shot was ear shattering, it echoed back and forth through my head.  I positioned myself up to fire my hand gun.  Looking down the sights was useless I couldn’t focus on the target.  I squinted my eyes and took a pot shot at one on the right side and hit him in the neck.

She spun around and aimed the shot gun at me, in a split second she realized I was not the walking dead and cried out.

“Oh my god, please we have to run help me please!” she ran up next to me grabbing me by my left arm.

“Come on!” she yelled as she tugged

I took another pot shot hitting one of the middle ones in the head; it went down.  Two of the back walkers tripped over the dead one, and tumbled over the others swayed and staggered toward us.

“What the hell are you doing we have to go!” she was yanking my shirt.

“Lady you don’t want to go back that way there are more of them.”  I wanted to say that but all that came out was a mumble of words.

She pushed me and dropped her shot gun I violently flared my arms as I tried to catch myself; no use I dropped to the ground and my pistol went sliding toward the walkers.  I saw the girl run back sprinting to flee as I saw here a runner jumped from a corner and grabbed her pinning her to the floor and tore into her chest.  Her muffled screams faded in seconds.

The walkers began to get closer I crawled toward the shot gun hoping there was enough ammo to take out the dead.  I took a hip fire shot at the heads a head exploded and blew back another.  Crawling backward I racked the pump and took another shot.

“Bang!” I knocked 2 of them to the ground.

I racked the pump again and squeezed the trigger.

“Click!” out of ammo

As the world spun around me I could see the walkers closing in on me the walkers I knocked over crawled toward me I looked back and could make out more of them staggering toward me.

“This is it.” I thought

“This is how I’m going to die, eaten alive.” I leaned up against the wall of the alley.  I began to laugh.

All of a sudden the sound of screeching tires roared toward me, lights of an SUV blew through the parking lot knocking over the walkers and splattering them.  It stopped just ahead of me.  A man got out through me over his shoulder and tossed me in the back seat, he got in the drivers seat and floored the pedal.  The car bounced as if we hit jumbo sized speed bumps when we ran over the walkers. 

Dazed I could hear the man laugh and heard him say something.  I looked at the roof of the car and thought to myself

“How the hell are you so lucky Dan?” I watched the roof and slowly blacked out.


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lol thank you at least I still have one fan...  but i would like to take this moment to comment on my story.  i started this a while back when i was 17; hence me trying to make him seem like this flashy awsome bad ass that has no weakness.  im trying to change my style of writing and im working on my writing formats. so please all fans i have left i apologize for the lack of material but i would like to try and make this a weekly thing with one to two posts of content.  if i could go edit my story a lot of material would be revised and taken completely taken out.  So with that being said this story hopefully will keep you on the edge as his nightmare worsens with an ending that will sadden or distress you, but i will be on here more writing and the new one will be up tonight or tomorrow, once again i appriciate all who like this fiction pm me for comments on my writing as i am still taking classes and learning.

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            I awoke to the sound of rain; I was in a bed small with a window just to the right of me.  There were lights out side and I could see the water droplets slide down the glass; Night had come quickly in a day that seemed to last forever.     

I tried to sit up but the pain in my chest had worsened, it was like knives were slowly being stabbed into my ribs while a ton of bricks weighed on top of my self.  As for my head, it was still spinning as if I had been heavily drinking, and my eyesight was still blurred; but I was alive.

            I lied there for about an hour, thinking how to get out of here as quickly as I could.  Then the door opened; a woman wearing scrubs walked in with a bag and a clip board.

            “Oh! You’re awake!” she said with a happy soothing voice.

            She was very good looking, young and petite with dark brown hair that came to her shoulders.

            “Where am I?” I asked

            “This is a clinic. I work here; well… used to work here.  Not much you can do for those dead people.”

            She seemed tense, but who wasn’t?  She set her clip board down and brought up a chair she pulled out her stethoscope and placed it on my chest.

            “Breathe in for me please.” She said

            I inhaled as best I could but it hurt, it felt like the swords were digging deeper into my lungs.

            “Exhale.”

I did but it didn’t feel any better.

            “Once more please.”

            “It hurts!” I groaned

            “Oh honey I know but just once more for me? Please?” She smiled

            With a blushed face I took a big gulp of air and exhaled; it made me want to cry.  She winked at me and scooted over to her clip board and began to write something.  She then pulled out a flash light from her breast pocket and clicked it on, sliding back over she shined it into my eyes.

            “Mmm… still a little concussion.” She said and turned off the light, she slid back and held up her hands

            “How many fingers am I holding up?”

I squinted my eyes to try and make out anything; I took a random guess.

            “Um, three?”

            “Oh dear, visions still blurry huh?” she said sympathetically.

            She went back to her clip board and began to write again, I just sat there embarrassed to be in this state it is just my luck; a pretty woman would see me in this crappie condition.  She stood up and opened up the cupboard, pulling out a long tube and some kind of colored rap.  I looked at it then I noticed something, oh shit.

            “What are you doing?” I said firmly.

            “Oh, this?” she held up the bag 

“Just some anesthesia to take away that nasty pain in your poor chest!”

“No needles” I said again firmly

“But honey you need something to take that pain away.”

“No.”

“No needles.”

She scooted over to me and put her hand on my head, and rubbed her fingers through my hair gently.

“I just can’t stand to see you in such pain though!” she said innocently

“Won’t you do it, for me? Please?”

“No! No!”  I thought to myself but I looked at her gorgeous face and couldn’t help it.

“Oh, alright.” (Damn it.)

“Such a strong man.” She smiled and winked at me.

There was something about her that made me a sucker.  Suddenly I felt like the streets weren’t filled with the walking dead. That everything I encountered and witnessed was just a blur; it was just me and her.

She put on some latex gloves and grabbed her BPM; then strapped it around my bicep, and began to inflate it until it felt like my arm was going to pop.  She then waited while rubbing the middle of my bicep and forearm until my vein was protruding.  She prepped my arm with some iodine and grabbed the IV needle; with one quick motion penetrated my vein.

“There, that’s not so bad right?” she giggled while deflating the BPM and wrapping my IV.

It felt as if there were a small piece of warm metal on my arm, but no pain.  I was too focused on my chest.  She attached the pack to the tube and hung it up; then twisting a ring at the base of the conjunction.

“You will be feeling like a million bucks in just a few hun.” She smiled

She took off her gloves and threw them away in the waist basket. Then picked up her clipboard and walked to the door, she turned around and looked at me.

“Now ill be back to check on you in ten minutes ok hun?  Now you be good.” She giggled.

“Hey I didn’t get your name?” I said as I started to feel a little warm.

“Oh my I did forget huh?” she blushed.

“I’m Dan.”

“Kylee.” She winked and walked out the door.  That’s when a man walked in

“Kylee, the guy in room two needs more meds go check on em will ya?” he yelled out the door.

He had an Irish accent, shaved head wearing a leather black jacket with a grey hoodie underneath, with woodland BDU pants on, and tan combat boots; he had an AR-15 with an optic and flash light rapped around his shoulder.

“How ya feelin yeah?”

“Like I got hit with a tractor; and you?”

“Oh the fackin world is in a shit hole; but myself, I be doing jus fine, thank ya.”

He set his rifle against the wall, turning the chair backwards and sitting on it; he stared at me

“That was a mighty tight situation ya had got ya self into back there. You be pretty lucky I had heard those gun shots yeah?”

“It seems I’ve been lucky all day; I should be dead.”

“But cha ain’t, seems the lord has some hard on for you eh?” he chuckled.

“Names Larry, Larry Gratten O’Reilly at cha service.”

“Dan, Dan Karling.”

“That be and Irish las name ya got there Mr. Karling.”

“Yeah I guess it is.”

The anesthesia was kicking in, I felt bubbly like nothing else mattered except sleep. I couldn’t focus, couldn’t think, hell I couldn’t even talk straight.

“Seems as though young Kylee fixed ya up a mighty fine batch of I don’t give a damn eh?” he laughed

“Uh… yeah… I feel like… I don’t remember…”

“It’s all right Mr. Karling you be needin yar rest now ill check in wit cha in an hour or two?  Cheers.”

He walked over to his rifle; picked it up, and opened the door. When he walked out the door I heard him yell something.

“God damn it Ricky!  Don’t ya be throwing facking body parts around in here its not funny ya sick fack!”

Normally this would sicken and disturb anyone who heard this from a stranger, but as for my anesthesia it made my chest feel like nothing and my eyes heavy; I dosed off.

I really need to get home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

           

 

 

 


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