Your'e trapped in a huge shopping complex filled with the undead with five other people. You can use any weapon of choice (realistic only). First five people to join only please.
Listen up! The future is bulletproof! The aftermath is secondary! It's time to do it now and do it loud! Killjoys, make some noise!
I sat behind a cell phone kiosk, gripping the metal rod I'd managed to yank out of one of the cabinets. Cocking the rod behind my shoulder, I poked my head up for a split second, to see if there were any of them out there. I was pretty sure I had lost them, but you could never be too certain.
I slid back down to the ground again, letting out a big breath. This was insane. This was the kind of thing that only happened in movies and comic books. I shook my head. Running from the undead was pretty exhausting.
I heard a clunk, and I jumped to my feet, pulling my rod back to strike. "Who's there?" I demanded.
I am breathing so quick and heavily that I'm practically choking on air. Calm down, Fletcher. Sure, there is a hoard of zombies chasing you, but... I take a right to the Arts And Crafts Store, ducking under the counter. Come on, think fast. Real-life zombies are faster than the zombies in the movies. I empty my pockets for anything to help. My pocketknife. A box of cigarettes and a lighter I took from dad to help him with his smoking problem. Maybe I can start a fire. The zombies will all burn out. Flick. Now if only I actually knew how to use a lighter. Flick. It isn't working, and a zombie is very close. I throw my knife over the counter, and I hear the awful sound of flesh being impaled. It may have slowed down the zombie, but I still don't think I have enough time to light the cigarette. I'm dead.
I run into Arts and CRafts store, cluthcing the baseball bat. I smash the first one I see, but i soon realize i'm surrounded. "Shit" I mutter. I jump over the counter and almost land on a guy crouching there.
Listen up! The future is bulletproof! The aftermath is secondary! It's time to do it now and do it loud! Killjoys, make some noise!
Wait, are we allowed weapons as guns and such? 'Cause my character is a "zombie hunter" of some sort. So could I come in with my weapons?
Marty-
I kick the doors to the mall open. Surely this place won't bee Infected... I walk inside. Everything is quiet. There seems to be no life in the complex. Perfect. I walk over to a Subway restaurant in the food court. I prepare myself a sandwich that I always liked. Once I'm done with it, I went to sit on a bench. That was just what I needed. Some peace, rest, and calm after all those battles. I open my mouth, ready to bite the sandwich. That's when I hear the screams.
I jump out from behind my kiosk when I hear screams coming from an arts and crafts store. There are at least four zombies in there, and two people hiding behind the checkout counter. Letting out a war yell, I sprinted into the store and clocked the first zombie with my rod. Maybe if I could distract them, those two could escape and give me a hand.
I stuff most of my sandwich into my mouth. Damn it! I think. Couldn't I go anywhere without trouble. I run over to where I heard the screams, but stay far from it to check the area before coming in. The only activity that I see is from an arts and crafts store far away. Good. I hide behind a pot of plants and get my sniper from where it is hanging on my back.
I look through the scope into the store. There are two people behind a counter, and one running in to help them, hitting the beasts with a rod. The zombies don't seem to be like the infected I know. In fact, they seem like the kind of zombies you would see in movies, not in real life. Well, apparently, those were real life too.
"You can thank me later," I whisper, as if the people who were being attacked could hear me. I point my gun towards one of their heads and shoot. A zombie falls onto the ground. Then I shoot another one, and another one, and soon they're all dead on the ground.
Swinging my sniper onto my back, I walk leisurely to the store to meet the survivor's.
"Hello," I call out, "My name's Marty, and if I'm right, these things will come back to life in about five minutes, so we better hurry up."
Viola-may: I stop running, wow I really regret not taking pe seriously now I am no where as fit as I need to be to outrun these things on the bright side I seem to have lost them for now and... Yes I managed to make it to the gun shop. I run inside and look around there don't seem to be any zombies in here and as far as I know they aren't bright enough to hide so I barricade myself in just as I hear the screams and after 5 minuites gun shots and none of them are very far away so I walk to the nearest set of firearms, load them and put more ammo plus spare guns on my belt before unbarricading the shop and running to the nearest hidden spot which just happens to be a table and watching four other people run out of the arts and crafts store.
living every day
