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General => General => Topic started by: NeoCalculus on July 15, 2005, 07:44:42 pm
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This is a game/story I started on Megaman the Legend (http://s11.invisionfree.com/Megaman_The_Legend/index.php?act=idx). But sence there are soooooo few people, I decided (thanks to a little hint by Drifter aka Trigger) to move it here, so here is the intro, as it is on MMtL.
A Resident Evil story, taking place in my home town of Moline. That about sums it up...oh, and you, thats right, YOU can join along as an active member of my hometown. Enjoy.
It was a hot and sticky mid May day at the Moline High School, in Moline, Illinois. The sky was overcaste, and there was a slight breeze in the air. It is 10:30 am on a Wednesday, and all the students are in class.
It is then seen that the principle of the school, Principal Keller, is walking the halls, looking for kids who might me skipping class. He suddenly comes accross Dane Madson, a kid with a record of truency and all around delinquency. He was slumped down in a corner, asleep, with headphones blaring in his ears.
"All right, up now. Your late for class." Barked the principal.
But Dane did not seem to hear him.
"I said, UP!! Or you get a detention."
Still no response.
"I said UP you lazy brat."
He then goes and twists the kids ear in order to get his attention, but just then, the kids ear twists right off.
"What in the name of..."
Dane then looks up at the principal, his eyes pale and glazed over. It is also seen that his mouth is caked with blood, and where his lips should be, are nothing but an angry grin as his teeth show through. It appears that he has bitten off his own lips.
"Oh, my lord."
Before Dane can do anything else, the Principal runs off and into the main office, where he calls for all the students to leave the building immediatley.
In a matter of moments, the students flee the building, but stop short as the see what looks like a mob gathered outside the school. Before anyone could react, the mob moved in on the students and faculty.
No one survived.
Or so we think.
It appears that the "good" students of Mr. Lindour's 3rd period study hall had fallen asleep and were abandoned in the class. They alone seem to be the only survivors.
They doze on. Obliviouse of the horror that lurks just outside there school walls.
Suddenly, there is a loud crash, like the sound of glass being broken in the hall. The noise is so loud, that the students jump awake...
If you want to be a part, now is you chance to join in the story. You take on the roll as one of the several students in the study hall that survived. So, let the game begin.
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Well, although I despise the resident evil series, I love zombie movies. Especially cheesy zombie movies starring horney teenagers. I'm in, except that I wouldn't wake up short of a zombie chewing on my face...
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Looks like you took my advice alright. Here there will be plenty of people playing. XD
Me included.
Jason "Trigger" Campbell *thumbs up* Let's rock.
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@Lazlo: I have never even played a Resident Evil game, but this whole thing was based off of a conversation I had with some of my friends one night, who all of which happen to avid Resident Evil fans. I mostley came up with the back story bassed on such great movies as Night of the Living dead, and Revenge of the Living Dead, and Shaun of the dead.
OH and by the way, you can by Peter "Lazlo" Falconi.
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Nice. My special skills include tetris (or space efficincy, whatever you like) and a gameboy with pretty much everything on it.
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My SKills include:
Ass whoopery
|,,337 @77/-\(|<$ /-\||/|] 7@(71($
Lazy (not advised to be used near Zombies >_>)
And many more that I'm too lazy to mention right now.
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Devon "Swift" Kirk, reporting for duty!
skills include:
High speed and agility
Knowledge of mechanical constructions (ie: cars, mechs, etc)
Knowledge of how to drive cars and mechs
Uber writing skills
PWNage of virtually all platform games (megaman, Gradius, etc)
Non-laziness, when inspired to work
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yo swirt get on msn
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Hokay, we got three people. Lets go.
Swift, Lazlo, and Trigger, groggily wake up, only to find the class room to be empty. They are on the second floor, on the north east side of the building, so they can't see what is going on outside through the windows.
CRASH
They hear another breaking noise. Sounds like someone is breaking glass in the hallway.
What do you do?
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Swift got up and out of his desk. "Hey, Trigger. What was that?"
Trigger rolled slightly. "Don't know, don't care. Lemme sleep."
Swift went to Trigger and gave him a smack on the shoulder. "Wake up, lazy. There's someone out there wrecking stuff."
"So?"
"SO, if we catch him, we'll get rewarded, right?"
"A good reward for me is people that know when to leave a sasquatch sleeping."
Swift sighed. "Fine, I'll go look myself."
Swift went up to the shut classroom door. There was glass in it, but it was translucent and one couldn't see through it.
Swift Gripped the knob and turned. He gave the door a quick push, revealing the immediate hallway to his vision.
Nothing.
Swift looked down one direction of the hallway, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. He looked down the other way, and saw a student wrecking the trophy case with what looked like a baseball bat.
"Psst! Hey, guys!" Swift whispered loudly in the class. "There's someone out here wrecking stuff! Let's gang up on him!"
Trigger just moaned, but Lazlo convinced him to get up by prodding him in the ribs. They both went to the door, and saw the teen wrecking the glass.
"Pheh. Easy. It's just a bat." Trigger said and took a step out. Swift put an arm across the door and blocked his path.
"Just a bat? Look closely. Do bats usually bleed?"
Upon closer inspection, they noticed that flecks of red liquid flew out of the bat at every hit.
"Whatever. If we're fast, we can grab the bat and push him against the wall." Lazlo suggested. "Swift, you grab the bat and Trigger will put him in a headlock and press him against the lockers."
Swift and Trigger nodded. Swift put out three fingers, then two, one, and they were off.
The three of them ran towards the vandal. Swiftly Swift grabbed the bat with two hands ad puled it out of his hands. Trigger put one arm around the neck of the vandal and slammed him against the wall. Swift realized that the bat indeed feel funny. He inspected it closer, and realized with horror that is was in fact a human foreleg, missing an ankle and knee joints.
"GUH!" Swift dropped the leg on the floor, then started to brush his hands off. "That thing was a leg!"
Trigger looked skeptically at Swift, but Lazlo bent down and looked.
"Yep. Definetly a leg." Lazlo said and stood again.
"SICK!" Trigger gave the neck of the vandal a tighter squeeze. "How' d you get a freaking leg, huh? Talk!"
"Lemme look him in the face." Lazlo said. Trigger took his captor off the wall and Lazlo stared him in the eye.
The eyes staring back weren't human, however.
"GRAH! Motherland, what the hell?" Lazlo jumped back and tripped over Swift, who was tieing his shoelaces.
The eyes were devoid of life, completely pupil-less and stared blankly into space.
Trigger held onto him tighter. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Wait! I've seen this before!" Swift yelled out after helping Lazlo up. "This looks like it's from Resident Evil!"
"I've never played those." Lazlo said.
"Niether have I, but I've seen the movies. Looks like the T-virus, to me." Swift said knowledgeably.
"So what? Now what do we do?" Trigger asked expectantly.
"Only one thing we can do. Kill it."
Lazlo gapsed slightly, but Trigger got a grin.
"Let me do it. I can squeeze his head off right here and now." Trigger flexed his muscles and squeezed harder.
"Go ahead. I'm not cleaning your clothes afterwards." Swift said and took a step back.
"He won't have to squeeze it off. Look!" Lazlo said and ran down the other way down the hallway. Swift followed, and Trigger carried his captive along as he followed.
Lazlo reached into a locker and found a real baseball bat, made of aluminum. "That'll work better than Trigger's arms."
"We'll let Trigger do the honors. He seems more the type to kill with a blunt weapon." Swift said. "Trigger, PULL!"
Trigger let go of the zombie, Lazlo tossed him the bat, Trigger moved the bat back, then gave it a home run swing.
The aluminum bat connected with the head of the zombie. The head detached from the neck, and the body fell slump to the floor, spreading blood on the terazzo tile.
Swift grinned. "Nice."
They watched the corpse bleed for a second, Trigger toting the bat in his hands proudly. The blood pool grew quickly, the red liquid reaching into the corners.
Swift suddenly raised his arm. "Wait! Hear that?"
They both fell silent. All they could hear was a sound coming from behind them.
Swift jumped over the blood and went to the classroom across the hall from their own. Swift put an ear on the door and listened.
It sounded like snuffling, or someone crying.
"Hey, guys! Over here!" Swift said and waved the others over.
They both ran over, Trigger readying his bat again.
"Ready? Go!"
Swift threw the door open and Trigger jumped in, bat at the ready. He heard a scream and the sound of shuffling feet.
"Wait, Trig!" Swift ran into the room. "I recognize that scream...."
Swift pushed Trigger to the side and ran up and down the rows of desks. He glanced under the table at the back of the room, and saw a pair of eyes glinting under it.
Swift quickly ran up to the table, squatted down on one knee and poked a head in.
The greatest sigh of relief was heard from under the table. "Oh, good... It's you, not another zombie..."
Only one person had that voice in the whole world.
"Morrigan? Thank goodness I found you before a zombe did!"
Swift crawled under the table and into the shadows with Morrigan.
"Heads up!"
Lazlo dived into the classroom and Trigger spun with his bat.
Another infected zombie lurched into the room. It looked to be like Triffo, the star quarterback and main bully of the school.
Trigger grinned and swung his bat, directly at the neck of the zombie. It connected, making a great cracking noise as the neck bone snapped. Another hit dislocated the head from the torso, effectively killing it.
"I've ALWAYS wanted to do that." Trigger said and took a paper towel to clean the bat off.
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Well, how I was hopping to get this to work is that I set up a series of events, and you respond with your reaction. Like here, you have a choice of going out in the hall to look, or staying, or doing whatever the heck you want. As long as it doesn't infringe on the main plot.
Kind of like an RPG of sorts. I wont be in the story, at least, not yet. I do live here.*the city in the story*
Remember, your at a school, so if you look around, you can find whatever you want, as long as it is something you would find at a school, right now, in a study hall class.
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Kinda like that, Skull?
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Well, that'll work this time. That wasn't quite what I had in mind, but that does intruduce more of the story. Thanks by the way, very indepth.
I was thinking more along the lines of letting the people play out there own individual rolls. But actually, what you did was really good, and I think I like that better, just as long as nobody goes as far as to intruduce anymore new characters or events without asking first.
BUT MAN!!!! That was friggin' sweet!!! Now I will have to think about what should happen next. I will get back to you on it.
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"Hey, where's Swift?" Lazlo asked, then noticing the shuffling under the table. "What are they..." He mused, as he jumped on the table and pulled it away from them. "Mwehehe, none of that kinky stuff in school now, save it for the webcams!"
THUD!
A zombie had plastered herself against the window looking towards the hall. "He can't get to us." Siwftman said, not really paying attention.
"Hey, Swift, you said these guys looked like zombies, and I guess they sorta do, but how do we know this is real? It might be some sick reality show, you know, like Scare Tactics. Besides, if it's not... They can't be zombies... Trigger, if they're not zombies, then you've just killed two people. Come on, we need to get out of the school, to somewhere safe where we can think about this." Lazlo started to walk towards the door. "C'mon, Trigger's house is closest, and I don't want to walk all the way to mine." Lazlo was still a bit drowsy from the nap he just took, that and the fact that he'd stayed up untill 4AM talking to nards on the internet.
((Swift, I like the way you portrayed me, but I think instead of jumping back I'd have just said "What the hell..?"))
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So foolishly, Swift, Lazlo, Trigger, and Morrigan make there way down the hall, and down the stairs.
But they freeze halfway down the stairs and just look out the large windows that lead to the ground floor.
Swift, under his breath."My god, this most certainly isn't any reality show I've ever seen"
This few words were all that was needed to sum up the sight they saw outside. Cars were overturned, and dead bodies of the students and faculty were layed out about the front of the school. Stooped over many of the bodies were foul ghouls, much like the ones they just killed, devouring the dead bodies. It took almost all of there might to keep down there lunch at the grusome sight.
"DAMN IT!! Where the hell did I put that!"
An angry voice is heard down on the first floor. The immeadiatly recognize it as the voice of there Biology teacher, Curtis Butterfield.
Trigger, in his typical laid back manner, "Hey, Butters sounds like he needs help, lets see what he wants."
The four creep down the stairs, were they see the bodies of at least a dozen zombies, dead, if you'll parden the pun, on the floor. They then see Butterfield looking into a hole the wall. It looks like somekind of secret cubbie hole.
"I knew I had it here somewhere. If only I....Oh god, not more."
Butterfield turns upon the kids and is about to attack, but then stops.
"Oh, thank god your not more of them. I already had to kill 10 of my students. I was hoping not to have to kill more." reaches into his socks and pulls out 4 7-inch hunting knives. He is the only teacher at school allowed to legal carry weapons, for reasons still unclear. "You need these for now. I'm trying to find the gun I hid in the wall here, put someone seems to have already taken it." *hands over the knives* "Now, if you'll excuse me.."
"Wait!!!" called Lazlo, "We need to get to Trigger's house, could you get us a ride?"
frowing, "Your kidding. You really want to go out there? They'll tear you apart. You wont stand a chance."
Morrigan, "Please, you need to help us."
"*sigh*, Fine, follow me, but stay close, we don't know how many more are in here."
Butterfield then leads the four kids to the school's garage. The halls are dead silent along the way. There appears to be no sign of anymore zombies, or survivors, inside the school.
"Okay, here we are, hop in."
Infront of them stands a GMC Jimmy, with an environmental liscence plate that says prym8 on it. Your theries on the Hippie like tendancies of your teacher are confirmed, yet, the fact that he had knives and a gun at school still seems unsettling.
"Well, are we going or not?"
Everyone gets inside. Slowly, that garage door opens. The coast is clear.
"So, where do you guys want to go again?"
"My place." Replied Trigger.
"Okay, hold on, I expect that this could get rough pretty soon here."
The doors suddenly lock, and the ignitionn is turned. Death Metal is heard blaring out of the car stereo.
"Oops, heh heh."
Butterfield, with a nervouse look quickly turns off the stereo.
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They are now on the road. Halfway to Trigger's house, they come across a group of zombies.
Morrigan, shrieking, "NO!!! Not again."
Butterfield, "Hold on, this will be rough. Very rough"
Without thinking, Butterfield plows through the zombies. Crushing maybe 4 or 5.
"STOP!!! There's my place!" Called Trigger.
"You sure you want out? I could take you a to a much safer place."
Swift, "No, this is fine. Thanks again Butters."
"...whatever"
The kids get out of the car, there are no zombies in sight, except for the pieces that are still stuck to the grill of the Jimmy.
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"Hey Trig, are your parents home?" Swift asked.
He nodded. "They should be, atleast."
Swift went to the front door of Trigger's house and pushed it open. It wasn't comepletely shut, but it swung open easily with a tap.
Swift quickly stepped in and went straight to the kitchen. "Ah, man! PIZZA ROLLS! Sweet! I haven't eaten since lunch..." Swift dived into the freezer, pulling out two pizza rolls.
"HEY! Those're mine!" Trigger ran into the kitchen to attempt to rescue his beloved pizza rolls.
They ended up fighting for dominence over the pizza rolls. Trigger had strength, but Swift had speed and agility, plus freaky flexibility.
Lazlo came in and took a Dr. Pepper out of the fridge, then sat at a chair to watch the two fight. Morrigan did the same, but leaned against the wall to watch.
Eventually they agreed on a truce, each splitting five pizza roll each. They fought over who would get the microwave first, but Morrigan pointed out that two could fit in the microwave, so they stopped fighting and put them both in for a minute.
"So, how come we're here, Trigger?" Lazlo asked. "It's not just because you wanted a pizza roll, is it?"
"Nah, man." Trigger opened a Dr. Pepper while Swift opened a root beer. "My dad has a big gun cache deer hunting. Rifles, pistols, I daresay it should help us."
"Help us in what? Living?"
"Yeah, I was thinking that."
After they had ate and had their drinks, their stamina had been restored and their nerves settled. trigger took them to the garae, where his dad's massive gun collection was on display.
But the scene in the garage was not good.
Trigger's dad was on his knee's, looking over the corpse of Trigger's mom. He was cradling a wound in his arm.
"Dad? What happened!?" Trigger ran to his mothers limp body, which he noticed was headless.
"Dont... Dont', son..."
"Dad? What's wrong?"
"She... She got infected.... And so have I..."
Mr. Campell moved his hand, showing a wound that looked like a portion of his arm taken out by a huge bite. A human bite....
Morrigan's eyes widened and Lazlo took a step back.
Mr. Campbell continued. "You get infected... by getting bit... Your mother got infected, and bit me... I had to kill her....." Tears welled up in his eyes and his body shook in grief. "I..... I had to kill.... Your mother....." He put his hands on his face, splatering half if it in his own blood as he sobbed. He stopped, took a breath, and turned to his son. "Jason, I want you... I want you... to kill me..."
Trigger stepped back from his father. "What!? No! I never could do that!"
Mr. Campbell stood and looked his son in the eye. "Please! The virus is spreading in my body. It's too late for me.... I can't be saved. Please, Jason.... I don't want to die a mindless zombie... let me die as a loving father! Please!"
Trigger couldn't take this. He turned his head to the side. "No! I can't! I'm not that cold hearted!"
Mr. Campbell gripped his son's hands and made him face him. "Please! It will be worse if you don't!"
"NO!" Trigger ripped his hands out of his dad's, then pushed him back onto the floor.
Mr. Campbell stood up, went to his gun rack, and picked up his prize possession, the .44 Magnum.
"If you won't kill me now, son, I guess I will have to kill you and your friends."
Everyone gasped and immediatly looked for places to hide.
"Dad! You don't mean..."
"Better you die of a bullet than of this virus! I can feel it.... Seeping in my heart... You don't know this agony, Jason. I don't want you experiencing it, including Swift. He's a good boy. He doesn't desrve to die like this, but it's the best way."
Mr. Campbell raised the pistol to Trigger's eye level and aimed between his eyes.
"Dad! You can't be serious!"
"Oh, I am, son. I only wanted the best for you, and this is what is the best."
Mr. Campbell cocked the gun.
"NO!" Trigger yelled and ran forward.
His father pulled the trigger. The shot of the gun was deafening as a bullet have an inch in size was shot out of the barrel.
Trigger ducked down quickly and dodged the bullet.
Unfortunatly, Morrigan was behind him.
Reacting with more speed then ever before, Swift tackled Morrigan to the ground before the bullet could reach her. They both rolled hard onto the concrete floor, getting a few bruises.
Trigger knocked the pistol out of his fathers hands. It hit the floor and lay restlessly.
Trigger pulled his hand back and backhanded his father. The hit sent him off his feet and onto the ground.
"STOP IT, DAD!" Trigger put a foot on his father's neck. "Think for a second! You think we're all screwed because yo think we are? No, we're gonna fight, and we're gonna survive!"
Mr. Campbell thought, then nodded frantically. "Yes, yes. I see now. You're all young and strong, you can tough it out." Trigger took his foot off his dad's neck and helped him stand.
Trigger put an arm on his father's shoulder. He stood and looked at his fathers face. The face he had grown up to know, the face he had loved all these years, and the face that helped raise him to become the man he was now.
"Dad... I know... That you're gonna die anyways, and you're right. I don't want to see you die as a mindless zombie." Trigger reached down and picked up the gun. "I'm sorry, dad."
Trigger put the gun to his dad's head, took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.
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Lazlo stood in awe for a moment, then walked behind Trigger and put an hand on his shoulder. "It was what you had to do. If you hadn't, he'd have killed us, and died eventually anyway." He looked over to Swift and Morrigan, "You two alright?" They nodded, but she flinched for a second. "Come on, we should see if any of the news channels are saying anything."
The four walked up to Trigger's living room and flipped on the TV. There was nothing on channel six. Channel four just said "Technical Difficulties, please stand by..." None of the local channels had anything. "What's going on?" Lazlo asked.
"The anchors probably went home with thier families," Swift said. "Try CNN." Nothing but humdrum news about the president and Iraq.
"Trigger... do you have a radio? Please tell me you have a radio." Lazlo asked. Trigger didn't respond, he just looked at the floor. Well, I'll check his room for one. Lazlo returned a few minutes later, "Well, he had one, but all I could get was some spanish station... Anyone got any ideas on what to do next?"
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~In the Living Room~
Trigger walks up to a window and looks out of it and says "......We can't stay here forever...My parent haven't gone shopping for new Grocery's in a couple weeks....There's barely any food left...Besides, we're in a house...with no basement,,..We need to get somewhere safer...Somewhere with good defensive structure. Someplace with alot of food.....Somplace like...*see's a Kroger's sign*...There."
"Eh?" responds Swift.
~Meanwhile!~
While checking for a radio, Lazlo decides to take a look at Trigger's Computer.
"Porn, porn, porn....More Porn...Hentia...Porn....Digimon Porn..."
~Back downstairs!~
"Care to share this plan Trig?" Swift Asked. "Everyone, follow me...." he replied. "Lazlo get down here!" Swift yelled to him upstairs. "Yeah...sure...I'll be right there...." was all he got as a reply.
As they went back into the garage. Trigger walk up, and pulled the Magnum out of his dads hands. "Ladies and gentlemen....take your pick...Where I plan on taking us, your gonna need them." he said as he walks over to an old Box, and pulls out a rusty Ax. He then goes and get's a few spare bags from the closet in the hall. And begins filling them up with guns, and lots of Ammo.
Swift says to him "What do you have planned?" "We're going for alittle ride boy and girls. Saddle up." is what he got from Trigger.
He then went into his parent's room, and grab their car keys. He walked back in, and gave them a jingle.
"I'm driving"
"Can you EVEN drive?" Swift said. "Of course" Trigger replied Confidently.
He unlocked the doors, tossed a few bags into the trunk, and started it up.
"Pick your weapons, then pile in."
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The gang got inside the car, which was a '99 ford focus, not exactly a muscle car, but would definatley work for them. The garage opens, and as luck would have it, there stood 3 zombies in the drive way. The commotion apparently attacted them. It was non other than the close neighbors, the Frazels. There was Mr. and Mrs. Frazel, and there 8 year old son, Chris. They were all zombies.
Without thinking, hardened by his previouse experiance, Trigger killed them all with 3 shots, deadly accurate, right in each of there foreheads.
Without saying anything, they pulled out of the driveway and drove down to Krogers, seeing hords of zombies destroying and vandalizing the variouse McDonalds and Pizza Huts that line the Main ST. Avenue.
The arrive at Krogers.
A wisper, almost a chant, goes through the kids as the pull into the parking lot. "Oh hell."
The parking lot is littered with dead shoppers. And standing over the dead bodies, are more of the ghouls. They don't seem to be dangerous at the moment. They are to preocupied with there current meals to care about the kids.
Next to the door, they see what almost looks like a stack of bodies.
They enter Krogers.
The lights are off. The power seems to have been cut. It is strange that there are no bodies inside. No noises either.
Trigger, "Well, lets get shopping. And remember, stay on your guard."
The team splits up, each grabbing a cart and going to a different area of the store.
Morrigans checks out the produce. Trigger wonders over to the cereal. Lazlo goes to the snack foods. And Swift bee-lines over to the frozen food.
As Trigger is looking at a box of Capn' Crunch. A noise is heard above him, on the ceiling.
"So beast, those bodies weren't enough for ya eh?"
A dark figure drops down from the ceiling and, brandishing a 3 foot sword, prepares to strike.
"Looks like you will become more food for you kind."
As the figure lunges forward, Trigger instinctively pulls out his gun and fires, but misses. The shadow is fast and agile. But the breaf light created by the gun reviels that the shadow is none other than Westley "Skull" Long. He looked deranged and madened, but not a zombie.
"DIE DIE DIE!!! JUST DIE CREEEEEEEEEEP!!!"
Skull swings down the sword, but just barely misses. Giving Trigger the opportunity to elbow him in the face and knocking him down.
"Get. Get away from me. GET AWAY!!! YOU WILL NEVER EAT ME!!! You may have gotten my parents, dog, and younger brother, but you wont get me!!!"
Skull gets up off the floor and runs, but trips over a fallen bag of generic cereal.
"Owwwwww. *sob* Fine, eat me. I have nothing left for anyway. *sob* DO IT!!! Get it over with"
Skull just sits on the floor, sobbing, waiting for what he thinks will be his death.
NEW RULES!!!!
This is necessary because this story is becoming tooo awesome, and I don't want anybody to ruin it. Okay, so this is actually more of a continue the story thing. The only rule is that you have to be in the story, which is what everybody has done so far. Great.
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"Your not one of them, cuase your accually talking, who are you?!" Trigger Says to Skull "And why are you trying to kill me with a sword?!"
Skull still sobbing on the floor, scuttles back over to his sword And get's back on his feet. "DON'T MOVE!!" I say to him holding the gun right next to his head.
"Your obviously not a zombie...so tell me who you are, and what your doing here!"
By this time the other kids have heard the sound, and rushed to find Trigger. They now surround Skull.
"You will get nothing out me me ZOMBIE FIEND!!" Skull says.
"We're not zonbies you moron!" Lazlo says to him, "WAKALAKALAKALA" is what Skull said in return.
"Look we're just here for Supplies, so leave us be." Swift says.
"First you monsters eat people then you eat my precious Cocoa Puffs!!? I will die before you lay hands on them!!" Skull continues ranting.
"Look, if you come with us, we'll let you kill Zombies, as long as you don't kill Us, is it a deal?" Morr said to Skull.
He thought about it for a moment...Then replied with "GIMM3 J00R M()n3Y!!1!" while shaking his body around furiously.
"This guy is an idiot" Lazlo said. "Tell me about it" Morr says.
"Look, will you help us or not? If your won't help us...then..." Trigger says as he grips the trigger alittle.
"YOU'LL BEVER TAKE ME ALIVE COPPOEEEERRRZZZZ!!!!!" Skull screams.
Then Morrigan Comes up and kicks Skull it the nads.
"OH GOD!!" he says as he clenches the twins and falls to the ground.
"We don't have time to waste on you, so if you won't help us, then get lost!" she yells at him.
"...fine fine...I'll help" Skull finally says..
"Good...Now we have to get the lights on, and all the doors windows blocked off." Trigger says.
"Welcome to the new base of operations." He says as he brings the bags of guns and ammo in.
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Still shaking
"It was horrible. They came out of the cemetary. By my house. They came out in sworms. One after another. It was insane. One hundred and fifty years worth of dead people, rising up, surrounding my house. I couldn't take it. I ran for my life. Hacked and sliced my way through as many as I could. I finally made it here. But, but.....
Starts jibbering again. Just sits on the floor, shaking. Shock still in his system.
"I know what we can do." Skull finally says. "There are crates at the back of this store, and a fork lift. I have stole the keys. We can use that to move the crates. Yeah, that'll work. Come on!!!"
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"OK then, lead the way." I say.
"Swift, Morr, and Lazlo guard the peremiter. Make sure there are no living zombies nearby. Me and Skull will block all the windows, the the doors."
"1...2....3....BREAK!!"
Trigger hands Skull his sword back, and picks up his axe. "Let's do this."
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As they walked to the front of the store, Lazlo thought out loud, "So they really are... zombies. How can this be?"
"Don't know, but that's what they are." Swift shot a zombie crawling in the window.
"Do you think we're the only ones left?" Lazlo said, finally taking off the safety and shooting a few zombies.
Everyone was silent for a while, untill Morrigan broke the silence, "Well, you found me, and the other dude."
"Did you catch his name?"
"I don't think he said it, watch out for him... he didn't seem all there." Lazlo said, almost half-heartedly. "We should see if there's a radio in the break room, and probably try to find--" There were a few shots in the back, everyone turned around, but the sound of an axe slicing through meat told them Trigger and Skull were safe. "We should probably find the generator... I don't know why it hasn't kicked on yet. Swift, you're good with machines, right?"
"Well yeah, car's an dstuff."
"Good, it's probably broken, so could you take a look at it?"
"Yeah, I'll run back there when Trig and that other guy come back... SHIT!" Swiftman runs towards the back, and Morrigan almost follows him.
"Morr! We need you here! Swift, what the hell are you doing?!" He doesn't reply, but just continues to run, then burst through the backdoor, to find a zombie dead on the floor, and Trigger and Skull clumsily loading a forklift.
"What's up, Swift?" Trigger asks.
"When I heard the gunshots, at first I thought it was you killing a zombie, but I just watned to make sure... we don't know this other guy yet."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Skull asked, obviously offended.
"Well, you did try to kill me before," Trigger said, but anyone could tell he had pretty much forgotten about that.
"Yeah... ok, just yell if ya need us, kay Trig?" Swift said as he went back to the front, grabbing some candy bars on the way.
"What the hell, Swift? What if those things suddenly swarmed us?" Lazlo yelled. It was obvious he wasn't comfortable with the situation. "Hey, zat a Hersheys?" He said, dropping his attention untill Morrigan shot again.
Swift looked out, "They're not smart enough to swarm us... unless we happen to make ourselves very obvious to a lot of them." Swiftman noticed the deli, "Hey Laz, why don't you grab us some bread and lunchmeat? I'm pretty hungry."
"Yeah yeah, I get it, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone," Lazlo said jokingly. As he grabbed the meats and bread, he smelled raw meat, but it was foul. "Damn, how long has that been over there?" He walked over to the meat department to see that all the mean, the poultry, everything seemed fine. Then he looked into the meat cutting room to see to men, both missing a few limbs. One of them looked dead, the other was... Lazlo shot at both of them. Wonder if they'll stay dead. He kicked thier jaws off, just in case.
When he got back to the front, Trigger and Skull had already blocked off the main doors, but most of the windows were still broken and free for anything to come in through. The row of new flesh at the door told Lazlo that Swift and Morrigan hadn't been messing around.
"Where are we going to sleep?" He asked.
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Looking disapointed, "Sorry, were out of crates, but we....YOU FOOLS!!! Throw those bodies outside! The smell of death will only attract more."
Skull then bends over to grab one of the dead corpses, but stops for only a moment. He recognizes it as one of his old friends, Nick. Then, shaking his head, grabs the body by the legs and rolls it out the window.
"Hey, Trig, that's your name right? Give me a hand. After this, we might wont to clear out the deli. All the meats and cheeses will only bring more zombies. Anything rotten must be removed."
Oops, I should add a bit about my character....my self. Some of you recognize Skull from the previouse year of High School. He was an older classman that graduated the year before. You've seen him, but you don't really know alot about him.
-Knows how to drive and handle large machinery, but can't really repair anything
-long, lanky arms and legs make him fast, but make him very clumsy
-Occasionaly comes back from college to help out his folks and get a job back home, which is the only reason why he is here at Krogers.
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While throwing out the body Trig says to Lazlo "Simple....In the Manager's room of course. They normally have a couch or at least some comfy chairs in those."
"We'll need to Switch things up abit. Morr, I want you to take over the job of helping Lazlo clean up the bodies, and the deli. Swift, you continue helping Skull kill any Zombies that get nearby. I'll go see if the coast is clear in the Manager's office."
With a quick nod, Trig pulled out a flashlight he had packed up, and was off on his way.
The store was relitively empty. He hadn't seens a zombie in the halways. He eventually came to a door that had "Manager" plastered on it. He opened it up slowly. And flipped on a light.
The power was still out, so he took out the flashlight he had packed up, and looked around. On the desk he saw the manager, and blood seeping slowly from him.
As he was about to pull out his Axe. He heard a screech, and right beside him was a zombie, it pounced on him but he managed to block it with the axe. He kicked it off, and turned to see the manager was up and about. Walking closer.
"This is a .44 Magnum...the most powerful handgun on the market..." And with a pull of the trigger, he blew the manager's head clean off. He turned again, and quickly dispatched of the other zombie.
"Dammit...now I'm gonna have to clean this mess up..."
He walked back out the the others to see that all the windows had been effectivly blocked.
Swift Asked "How'd it go?". Trigger looked and said "Clean up in the manager's office...."
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"Well, the bodies over here have been cleaned out and the window are blocked pretty good. Now, lets..."
Crash
There is a sound like crates falling over in the back.
"Oops, must have missed a few boxes. You guys stay here, I'll handle it. There shoudn't be anymore zombies around here."
Skull walks into the back room, where he parked the forklift, and notices that he accidentaly must have knocked something over that knocked something over that caused some crates in a dark corner to tip over and spill out. On the ground lays several chickens, with the heads still on. It must have been a refrigerated crate.
"Well, guess I better clean this up."
Just then, the birds on the ground start to twitch and try and move on there footless legs.
"You got to be kidding me. HEY GUYS!!! CHECK THIS OUT!!!"
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Trigger turns quickly. "Oh shit...." Runs like a crack addict, Magnum in one hand, axe in the other*
"What the hell are those?! Fucking Chickens!?!?" He shoots a few of them, the reloads. Then stops....the Chickens aren't moving besides twitching around.
"What's going on?"
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"Zombie chickens? That's the most retarded thing ever!" Lazlo jumped on the forklift, and ran over as many chickes he could hit. Swift, Trigger and Morrigan took out what he missed. Soon the chickens were just a bloody pile of flesh on the ground.
"Crap! We can't clean all of this!" Swift yelled. He was right, even if they managed to get all of this, there was still the mess in the manager's office and meat department.
"Well guys..." Lazlo said, "Looks like we need a new base of operations. Come on, lets see if we can't find some backpacks, let's load up on as many non-perishables as we can."
"Where are we going to go?" Skull asked, "They'll be everywhere!"
"First, we need to get to a gas station. Trig's car was pretty empty. Then... A camping store. Get some lamps, sleeping bags, and we'll go from there." Lazlo finally showed some initiative, for the first time since he got a job to buy video games.
I didn't take long to find all the bags they could carry at once and fill them to the brim, they also grabbed some carts to fill the car's trunk.
"Hey guys... we've got Moline to ourselves.. Why are we driving Trigger's crappy car? Let's find us a musclecar! It's the only way to do this right!" Lazlo said. It was obvious he'd watched to many B-rate movies.
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"We don't HAVE to leave..I mean...I've lived in MY ROOM, for a long time. And it's barely better then this!!" *=O*
"Still....Fine...I say we go to blockbuster....They have games there...But wait no..there are too many open spots*
"DUDE!! The Police station!! they have more guns and ammo there then anywhere else nearby!!"
"We could also store our stuff there. And use the jail cells there since they are the safest places around!!"
"What'dya think?"
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"Actually, Trigger... there are bound to be quite a few zombies there... And I doubt they leave the keys to the armory laying out...However, the cells would be pretty safe. I'd still like to go somewhere where we don't have to deal with zombies... Somewhere where nobody at, no clean up, no fights, just a chance to figure out what to do next..." Lazlo said.
"Hang on... it's getting dark. We'll have to decide who's going to stay up to watch over us... " Swift hadn't said anything in a while, apparently he's been thinking on the situation at hand.
"He's right, you know... But who's going to stay up?" Morrigan looked worried, and she had a right to be. These kids couldn't stay awake through a school day.
"I'll do it." Lazlo voulenteered. "I've been sleeping all day anyway, and I've got my GameBoy to keep me awake."
"Lazlo, this isn't the time to be playing video games!" Morrigan yelled. Although she and Lazlo got along, it was obvious that he got on her nerves sometimes.
"Well what do you suppose I do? When I'm bored I sleep! One of us needs to stay up, so why not me?"
"Come on you two," It was Swift, again, worried about what to do next. "Go grab some candles, I'll check the generator, but have the candles just in case."
They grabed a bunch of lighters and candles, then went to check on Swift. "It's no good. We're out of gas. What kind of crappy place doesnt' have gas in the generaor?"
"Power must've been out longer than we thought," Trigger said, the whole situation was barely effecting him anymore, and with good reason.
A crash at the front of the store. Some of the boxes had fallen. "Damn, they figured it out." Skull looked insane, but he sounded completely reasonable.
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Skull, with hate written all over his face, "We can't stay here, not even for the night. Besides, I know where we need to go. I must have been stupid for not thinking of it before. We will need to go accross town and cross the I-74 bridge over the river. It will take us by Arsenal Island, you know, the government facility that has been on the brink of being moved to Texas. If we can get there, we can get help. The government will know what to do. So, what do you think. We need to leave now. Plus, I know a few shortcuts around that end of town."
Skull then sits back and waits for a response.
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"I'm not sure. I may be able to drive, but I haven't had much practice driving at night." trigger says
He continues "If we DO stay here...I'll stay up.....As you all know...I'm nocturnal. Being awake at night is what I do." Trigger says.
"But, I have a better idea. We can enclose ourselfs with the shelves nearby. Use them as baracades. Board ourselfs in, but still leave enough room that if they DO get nearby, they won't be Living dead for long."
"So who's gonna help me move these thing's? Any volunter's?"
" Or will we move out as soon as possible?"
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"Aah, I'd forgotten about that place!" Lazlo said, even though he really had no idea tha it existed. "But do you think the government will help us, a bunch of random punks?" Lazlo looked around at the motely crew around him. Sure, they'd managed thus far, but to look at them they were nothing impressive, and certainly not the type to be recruited by the government for help against zombies. "I wonder if Butters is there," Lazlo mused. It was quite possible that Butters was a government agent. That would explain the weapons at the school, and the fact that he was barely fased by the zombies.
"Anyway, maybe we should stay here for the night, then get a fresh start tomorrow..." Lazlo helped Trigger in moving the shelves.
"Looks like that's the plan," Skull said.
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Arsenal Island... Swift thought to himself. That place would more than suit our needs, and more, we can get help from the government. I msut admit, a Canadian like me getting help from the American government sounds wierd, but what choice do I have? B'sides, I'm the only Canadian in this group. I'm wierd enough.
"Say, guys, if you need a night driver, I can drive good, and my night vision is really good too. I can drive in almost any time of day. I'll take us to Arsenal Island tomorrow." Swift offered to the group.
They all nodded, agreeing that Swift was probably the best choice for night driving. Arsenal Island was across town, but at the moment they didn't have any other choice.
"Okay, it's settled." Lazlo said to the group. "We'll stay here tonight. Me and Trigger will be on watch for the night, while the rest of you find somewhere to sleep. Tomorrow we move to Arsenal Island."
Everyone nodded. Trigger and Lazlo found watch spots to stay at for the night, while the Swift, Morrigan and Skull scrounged for places to sleep.
The Managers office had padded furniture, but it was a right mess and stunk horribly. Sleep would be impossible there. Skull threw a bunch of chips on the ground and lay on them, comepletely suspended up by the air of the bags.
Swift and Morrigan found a comfy place in the employee's lounge. It had carpeted floor's, but the chairs in there were too small to sleep in. They decided to curl up together on the floor, under the table.
For the night they slept. Lazlo played on his GBA while Trigger's thoughts wandered.
For the whole night virtually nothing happened. At dawn, however....
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::tries not to interrupt the story with this post::
"This is a .44 Magnum...the most powerful handgun on the market..."
::whispers:: I think you're looking in the wrong handgun "market". o.O
Tiger,
Zaijian
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((Damn you Swiftman, I'd got an idea for the night while working. Oh well))
Lazlo was getting pretty bored. Although he always had a plethora of games with him, he'd forgotten Tetris today. "Sun's coming up," Trigger said, startling Lazlo. That was really the first sound he'd heard all night, with the exception of a few unintelligable whispers from the employee lounge. Indeed, the sun was coming up, and, being bored, Lazlo decided to wake the others up.
First was Trigger, although he was awake, Lazlo thought it'd be fun to throw something at him. Aah, potato... He threw it but missed horribly. Trigger only laughed. "You want a potato fight, eh?"
"No, I just wanted to throw one at you," Lazlo said, smiling slightly. He then walked over to see Skull's bed of chips. "I'd've never thought that would work..." Lazlo said. He then pushed Skull down, popping the bags. Skull stayed asleep. "Feh, you wake him up, I'll go get Swift." He said to Trigger, who started poking Skull in the eyes. Lazlo quitely sneaked into the employee lounge. Aww, it's a Kodak moment. Lazlo thought, seeing Swift and Morrigan curled up around each other. They really did make a good couple. Lazlo slammed the door and they both woke up, "OHMYGAWDTHERE'STHISGUYANDHE'SGOINGTODESTROYUSALLANDITRIEDTOSTOPHIMBUTIMISSEDANDHITAPROPANETAKEANDNOWTRIGGER'SONFIRE SOITRIEDTOPUTHIMOUTWITHSKULLBUTNOWTHEY'REBOTHONFIREANDIDON'TKNOWHATTODO!!" He screamed. Swift jumped up.
"What the hell did you just say?" He said and tried to push Lazlo out of the way. Lazlo didn't budge.
"Smile, you're on can-did cam-ruh!" Lazlo sung, grinning wildly.
"Oh you're an ass." Swift said, obviously maddened to have been waken up in such a way.
"Well, that may or may not be the case, however it's daytime now, and we've got to get going. But first, grab some deoderant, you stink man!" They had all been sweating heavily, and no one was very pleasant.
When they had finally packed everything they were taking with thme into various pockets and backpacks, they head towards the parking lot. Other than a few cars and a photo booth, there was nothing there. "Where are they?" Trigger asked.
"Is it over?" Morrigan said, almost looking cheerful. There was a large bang behind them. One of the zombies had knocked over a mailbin.
"Oh fuck me." Lazlo said, throwing a bag of Skittles at the guy, and again, missing.
"Come on," Swift said, "let's find a car with a full tank." It didn't take long. Some yuppy had parked in a handicapped spot. It was a red Jaguar SE, 2001 model.
"Dude!" Lazlo yelled. "Not a bad find." They hopped in to find the keys missing.
"Yeah, real good..." Skull said. After some more searching the found a black '98 Nissan Maxima, with the keys sitting in front of a trail of blood that ran towards the store. Swift and Morrigan jumped up front, while Skull, Lazlo, and Trigger took to the back. It was a bit cramped, but no one complained.
The first ten minutes of the ride were boring and dull. Just trees on either side of the road. It felt like an eternity to Lazlo and Trigger, who were finally starting to get tired. Trigger grabbed a Dr Pepper from his pocket, and Lazlo took it. Trigger whas about to fight back, but Skull, still angry about being pushed into the center, broke them up.
A few minutes later, Lazlo broke the silence. "Hey Swift, why don't you have your driver's liscence? You're obviously good enough."
"Well, Lazlo, as you may recall, when I went to take the driving test, someone had put a potato in my muffler."
"Ahh, what can't those things do?" Lazlo said, amused. "I wonder who did that..."
"Yeah, I wonder... Anyway, my mom said I can't take the test for a year. Why don't you have one, Mr. Potatopants?"
"That's actually a funny story. I don't want to pay for gas. Hm... guess it's not as funny as I advertised." Lazlo said.
"Right, I should have known, that would cut into your porn subscriptions, huh?" Swiftman said.
"I don't have any subscriptions!" Lazlo yelled. "But how'd you know? Seriously, though, gas is expensive, and I'd rather buy video games and crap." The car went quiet again, untill Trigger farted. At first everyone thought they were safe from Trigger's airbiscut, but the smelled slowly creeped over them.
"Jesus!" Skull screamed, and thwaped Trigger on the arm.
"What? I couldn't just hold it in! That's bad for you." Swiftman rolled down the windows, and everyone was safe again.
They came up on a sign. "Plasto's Peltatorium, next right."
"Aww, that brings back memories." Lazlo said. "Isn't that where we got your nickname, Trigger?"
"Oh yeah, what were we, eight or nine? Man that was fun..."
"Well aren't you going to tell the story? Remember, I was in Canada back then, I don't know how it happened, I don't even know what that place is." Swift had a point. He was Canadian.
"Oh yeah... they closed it down just before you moved here..." Lazlo said, feeling dissapointed that they couldn't go there anymore.
"Well," Trigger started off, "The Peltatorium was basically any nine-year-olds heaven. Terrible smelling pizza, overpriced arcade games, and even a huge room full of big rubber balls...."
((Take it home, Trigger))
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::tries not to interrupt the story with this post::
"This is a .44 Magnum...the most powerful handgun on the market..."
::whispers:: I think you're looking in the wrong handgun "market". o.O
Tiger,
Zaijian
((=_=.... *shoots with Magnum*))
((Take it home, Trigger))
((WTF!!? This came out of NOWHERE!!! >>; <<;))
"They also had these old shooting games." Trigger continued. "They even had score boards. I was TERRIBLE at that game. So when I brought my scores home one day, my dad said to me "How would you like to practice then?". I didn't really get what he meant...Maybe he wanted me to go back an try again? Or something else...When I asked him. He told me "We're gonna go practice." and that was all."
"We then got in the car, and we drove down to a shooting range. That was the first time I shot a real gun. It was a standerd .9 mm Handgun. We practiced for hours. Till we had to go home. I liked the range, so I asked him if we could go there again, and he said he had the whole week off, and we could go again."
"I practiced for an entire week, hours on end. Spending hundreds of dollers in Ammo. After that one week, I returned to the arcade. I got the highest score ever there. "
"One day at that very same game. Some guy came in, and saw me playing. He said to me "My, my...Seem's like you have quite the trigger finger there kid". "..Trigger....I like that." I said back. I later went up and had the name on the scoreboard changed to Trigger. And the name just stuck with me."
"Up until awhile, he would still take me to the range every now and then, to go try out some new gun he was interested in.That's why I'm so good with these....I've been practicing with them for years with my dad......but now..."
"...Anyways...How'd you guys get all your nicknames?...How bout you next Lazlo?"
((Take it away Lazlo. XP))
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((Well, anyway, I thought we should get some background on the characters, I just didn't want to overshadow you))
"Wow, Trig, you honestly don't remember?"
He shook his head, "Nope, you just came out of the blue one day and told me to call you Lazlo, you said it sounded cool or something."
"Aye, that I did. Well, it's quite simple actually. After you called yourself Trigger, I decided I needed my own awesome nickname. So, as usual, I looked towards video games for the answer! I remembered that there was a character in F-Zero X who shared my last name, so I just stole his first," Lazlo said. Trigger and Swift didn't seem too happy with the story. "Aww, come on!" Lazlo prodded, "Just becuase I don't have a cool story like Trigger I've got to make something up?"
"Come on, Lazlo," Swift said, "That can't be it."
"Ohh... fine. Lazlo Falconi is actually an anagram for Flan All Ioz Co, where my dad was an intern. He had many adventures there, but the most notible was the time he was sent to mars, to meet my mother, the Queen of Switzerland."
"Come on, Laz." Trigger swatted him. "He actually did steal it, Swift."
Lazlo looked at Morrigan, "Hey... I just thought, you're always hanging out with us... Why don't you have a nickname?"
"You know I only hang out with you because you put up a tough resistance when I try to steal Swift," She said. "Seriously, you guys are weird."
"Hey, remember when Swift first brought you over to meet us? Heh, untill then I had touble believing you were real."
"Yeah... you still had to poke me in the boobs to make sure I was real... and while were talking about that.." She reached over and punched Lazlo in the arm. Trigger smiled, apparently he found this amusing.
"Hey, what was that for? You punched me out cold back then for that, I think that's fair!"
"Yeah, but when you woke up you had to make sure I was really real by sqeazing them... twice!" She puched him again, but Lazlo ducked back and kicked her seat. By now Trigger was lauging. Swift turned around and socked Lazlo, as well as drove into a shallow ditch.
"Way to pay attention," Skull said, finally speaking.
"By the way, Swift, I notice you're driving the speed limit," Trigger said.
"Yeah? What of it?"
"Well... no one's going to stop us if you were to slightly FLOOR IT!" Trigger grabbed Swift's leg and pushed it down. Now they were making time, but the gas gague was almost on E, and they still had quite a ways to go.
"Alright, who's nickname is up next? Swift, Skull?" Lazlo asked.
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"Meh, I'll go." Swift said to the others. He cleared his throat and spoke, still focusing on driving.
"Well, as some of you know, I was Zephyr before. I Never liked it too much, since it didn't describe me in any way. But, I remember one day, four years ago, when Kary was first learning the ways of the 2x4. She decided to try it out on me first. Well, naturally I went into a spree of mad dodging, duccking, jumping, even did a sweet backflip once. She yelled: "Why the hell are you so swift!?" And from there I thought Swift..... Has a ring to it... And I had just recieved Megaman 3 a few days before, so I had a burst of megaman fanboyism in me still, so I added the man to make it sound cooler and we were done.
Swift didn't even notice when the car hit a zombie that was on the road. It just bumped it to the side and they kept going.
"So yeah, that's me. I came to Moline from Canada because I heard Morrigan had moved here, and Kary was on the brink of killing me. Plus, getting away from my parents was a bonus. Apparently, according to the American school board, I hadn't finished high school, so I jsut attended Moline High for one last year.
"So, Skull. What about you?"
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((WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING SLACKING OFF!?!?!??!??!??!?!?!??!))
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@Pirate: Your not in the story....yet. It will only be a matter of moments now.
"Well, since you asked, my story is....well....a little disterbing." Skull was obviously a little embaraced. "When I was a little kid, my friends and I used to go sleding in the cemetary that's a block from my house. They had this reeeeaaaaaallllly big and totaly sweet hill there that was totally tombstone free. It was great. We would slide down that hill soooooooo fast. *sigh* Those were the days. But I digress. So, one time, as we were going there, We noticed a little ditch in the hill that wasn't there before, we decided to use it as a ramp on that hill. My job was to try it out first, because everyone else was too scared. So I'm going down this hill see...watch the road will ya! Anyway, I going down this hill and I hit the bank of the ramp, but I wasn't going fast enough so I fell inside."
Skull pauses for a moment and reflects.
"Anyway, I fell inside, and my friends started pelting me with snow balls, so I reached down to through one back. I wanted an Ice ball, because, well, I was feeling a little angry with them, so I wanted to give them a bit of a jolt. I reached down and grabbed something hard. I picked it up and lobbed it at them. I missed horribly, but when one of them went to throw it back, he saw it and just screamed his head off. It was a human skull."
Skull stops for a moment, the car was silent, nobody said anything.
"Well you asked."
The car continued along, they were almost past Skull's house when it ran out of gas.
Swift, looking a little disapointed, "Damn, we're out of gas."
Trigger said, unhappily, "Well, we better get out. Move it bone head"
"Knock it off tubby." Growled Skull.
"HEY!!! NO BODY CALLS ME TUBBY!!!"
"You wanna fight? Bring it on!"
"Yeah, I'll take a peace of ya!"
"Come on Tubby Tubby Tubby, come on!"
"Thats it feak, take this!"
Trigger belts Skull accross the jaw. Skull then rushes Trigger into the ground, but Trigger gets a quick shot at Skull's crotch and he's down for the count.
Morrigan, "Boys, knock it off."
Trigger, "Well he started it!"
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"If your gonna call me ANYTHING but Trigger, let it be known. That the Sas takes shit from no one!!" Trigger said to Skull who was now craddeled on the ground.
"Sas? What kinda of nickname is that?" Swift says. "It's short for Sasquatch. That's what I am, and The Sas can handle himself." Trigger replies confidently.
"Ok SkullMan, your this is your house right? *whistles*...That's some set up you got here. You should have a car in the garage, right?"
"...Yeah." Skull replied. "But the key's are in the house..We'll need top go get them."
Trigger pulls out the Magnum once more. "What's that for?" Morrigan asks. And Trigger just looks back to her, and loads it up.
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There is a sudden loud beating on the wooden fence behind them. This is the fence that seperates them from the neigborhood and the cemetary.
Trigger cocks the gun. "This could get rough."
Skull, "Oh f___ oh f___ oh f___ oh f___ not again not again, why why why why WHY!!!!"
Trigger, with a cold and stale face, still pissed off about the fat remark. "Somebody shut this moron up."
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Swift ran up behind Skull and put an arm across his mouth, preventing speech. Morrigan came up to his front and punched him in the stomach, knocking his breath out.
"Thank you, Swift, Morr." Trigger said.
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((Swift, OK.))
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"Mmmph!!! Guh!!! AAAAAUUUGGGHHH!!!" Skull pushes off Morrigan, then riggles his head out of Swift's head lock. "Idiots! We cant stop them here. We gotta leave before the find a way ovOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFF!!"
Morrigan punches Skull in the gut again.
Lazlo, finally saying something. "He's got a point. We better run for now. It sounds like there are a lot on the other side of this fence."
Suddenly, yelling is heard from down the street. Tigger, Lazlo, Swift, and Morrigan turn there heads to look. At that moment, Skull escapes from Swift and runs back about 20 feet, keeping his eyes on the two. He stood there rubbing his shoulder. The screaming continues, but got quickley louder. A little Mexican kid, about Swift's age come running down the street at a break-neck speed.
"Oh crap oh crap oh crap. You! Over there, are you zombies?"
Lazlo, rolling his eyes. "Last time we checked, no."
"Good, I though you looked different. We gotta hide. IT'S coming."
Trigger, finally lowering the gun. "It? What it?"
"Man, you don't want to know."
Skull, with still a bruised ego, "Look, my house is over there, we can hide there for a while. But not long. We can only go to the attic. No where else is safe."
"Sounds good to me, but we better hurry."
Swift, "Alright, lets go. By the way, I didn't get you name."
"Well, I'm Toni Cortez, but people just call me "Red"."
"What kind of nickname is Red?"
"Man, I don't know, lets just get outta here."
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Ahem........
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((OOC'd))
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As the group went running for the door, the Zombies busted the gate down. Immediatly Trigger pulled out his axe, and with one great swing chopped 3 or so of them down. He ran back a bit, and Swift and Lazlo gave him some cover. Skull ushered Morr and Red up the stairs, and motioned for everyone else to get in as well.
Within a minute or two, the had blocked the front door, and the nearby windows with furniture.
"OK, we need to get to the garage quickly." Said Skull. "Before they get into the house!"
"Ok then, everyone lock and load....On the count of three....One....Two....THREE!!"
(Yep. I'm lazy...*lazies*)
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As they rush back down stairs, they are suddenly stopped by an eerie silence. There were no noises outside. It was though nothing ever happened. No sounds, no banging, moaning, nothing. Just silence.
"This isn't right." muttered Skull under his breath.
Red, looking around nervousely, "I recognize this silence." Everybody looked at Red with curiously, as though to ask what that was supposed to mean, but before they could say anything, he answered, "It's here."
At that moment, soft patting noises, like the bare flesh of someone's palms on concrete, was heard in the street. The sound stopped. After a moment, heavy breathing, a few heavy snorts, then a low growl.
"It's found us."
From down the street, "Hey!" A few gunshots, "Over here!"
There was a low, long growl, and the patting noise was heard going towards the gun shots.
"Poor fool. At least we are safe for the moment."
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"Woah..." Swift muttered softly. He felt Morrigan clamp to his side, her small body shaking in fear.
Trigger's face conterted in thought. "''That guy couldn't kill that thing by shooting it. If that's the case, then we need bigger guns."
"But where can we find those?" Skull exasperated. "It's not like we can just walk in someone's basement and find a rocket launcher!"
Swift put up a hand. "Or...." He put his other hand on his chin, obviously in thought.
Everyone looked at Swift.
"What is it, Swift?" Lazlo asked.
"I got an idea." Swift swung to face Red. "Is there a garage or something nearby? A place that has cars and tools?"
Red nodded. "Yep. In the next house, the guy had tons of cars and stuff."
"Thanks. Everyone, hide where you can. I'll lock myself in the garage in the next house so nothing can get in. I have work to do." Swift started to run for the next house, which had a 3-car garage to it. Morrigan tried to run after him, but he stopped her. "Morr, I cna't have you in here. I'm going to be working very fast, and very dangerously. I cna't afford to be looking over my shoulder to see if you're there, since I'll be swinging my arms a lot, holding tools. I need to work alone in there, okay? Just stay with Trigger, Lazlo and Skull, and you'll be fine. Okay?"
He lowered his face to be level with hers. She didn't look too happy about this. "Please, Morr? Just stay with them. It'll work out, you'll see."
Swift gave her a quick kiss, turned on the heel and ran for the garage. "Everyone else, keep in hiding and wait until I get out!" He yelled back at the group as he entered through the house's front door. He shut the huge oak door and locked it tight. He went to the back door and amde sure it was shut and locked, then checked every window on the first floor to be sure. Then he went to the garage via an inside door.
The interior of the garage was perfect. Scattered car parts were everywhere, a few whole cars were in place, and even, hallelujah, even a set of hydralics. Also a huge, red toolbox was int he corner, laden with every automotive tool imaginable.
Swift looked over his bounty, and grinned. He quickly ran to each door of the garage, and made sure they were locked tight. He found a blowtorch and welded the chain systems together, so they couldn't be forced open.
He had sealed himself in, and only he could get out. An he wasn't going to leave for a little while. Not with this kind of equipment available.
Swift grinned one last time and got to work.
[done now. Post away]
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Skull, turning to Red, "Tell us, what is that thing?"
Red, staring off into the distance, "I have no idea, whatever it is, it walks quickly on four legs, with hands like that of a human. It doesn't seem to have any skin, I could see its exposed flesh, like some sort of zombie. Its movement was like some kind of reptile. How it found me, I don't know. It doesn't have eyes or ears, but has a large pit in its face, just above its huge, fanged mouth. I guess that's it's nose. It seems to have an increadable sense of smell. But I still don't understand how it "sees" or "hears". Zombies flee when it comes, and don't return till hours later. What ever it is, it is evil. Pure, foul evil."
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Lazlo was still rather tired from staying up all night. "Hey guys, I'm gonna grab a nap, wake me if anything happens." He jumped into Skull's car. Wondering why he hadn't taken it to work didn't seem important to anybody.
Trigger yawned, "I just need some Dr Pepper and I'll be good for the rest of the day." Red looked at him.
"No, get some rest. You'll need it when... it... comes back."
Morr jumped up, "IT'S COMING BACK?!"
"Yeah, and it won't be taking it's time."
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Whoa, this is so freaking old. Did you HAVE to revive this too Laz? XD
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CJMErl: Me an' Yami want in!
Yami CJMErl: Yeah! Shooting zombies will give me perfect practice for n00b-hunting!
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Hey, I gotta get in on this too!
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Okay, we'll meet up with you guys on the way to Arsenal.
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Whatever...... I'll just stand over there...... AGHH!!!! Zombie d00ds!
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Yami CJMErl: WOOHOO! *preps Yami Buster* Now to...wait...where's Arsenal?
CJMErl: Moron...
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*preps Byte Shield for harvest time!* I'm on my way!