The dead walk the streets

[Cedric]

Upon awaking today I could hear people outside screaming and what sounded like a cannon going off downstairs in my home. I knew the sound of a 12 gauge shotgun distinctly. Why would my parents be firing the shotgun I thought to myself? Something terrible must have happened this morning. Why didn't anyone wake me the hell up?! I instinctively grabbed my machete and headed downstairs. It was if all hell had broken loose. Police cars flew back and forth on my street. I could see fires darting my area. My dad tapped me on the shoulder and said, "I smashed Mrs. Miller in the head with a bat several times to kill her. She moaned as she walked towards me. I warned her yet she kept on coming. The damn thing had to be dead but it kept on coming." "Why do you mean?" I said to my father. "What in the hell is going on here dad?!" "What does it look like? Do I shoot people who are alive?" he said. I shook my head and said, "It can't be, it just can't be." We had power and every other want a person would want. I knew it was just a matter of time before we lost it all. I filled the bathtub which held thirty gallons full and began dumping the milk out of it's containers while drinking some. The next thing I said was, "I have to get Patty safe." my love. She lives just down the street from me. I carried my machete with me determined I'd chop one of those things head right off if it fucked with us. It was tough getting her father to let her come with me. Where they live so close he didn't mind and knew I'd protect her. I made sure I told her family to come on down if it got too bad down that way." We waved and started down the street and made it to my house..............we could hear the police on loudspeaker saying..................

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[RunnerGoH]

"how bad things were".....we started watching tv to see what we could do..things were worse then i thought if we didn't get out of the city soon we would end up like Mrs. Miller. Patty started freaking out I tried to calm her down...but what could i tell her when I too was about to go into complete panic...only choice we got is to use the cars to get out of here before all the city exits are blocked....we started hearing noises like someone was knocking on the windows...and then....

[Transylmania]

(Prelude)It's been three days now and still no signs of life anywhere I've been in the city. These...whatever you want to call them, "creatures" have conquered us. Trying not to think about it only makes it worse. I have to try...to survive. For my love, and for myself......



If only the pump-handle on this Riot Shotgun wasn't jammed... Standing up from the battered-marble corner, I peered out from a crack-between the boarded window at the front of the Police dept. Bleak and dank, not even the street lights are working. One flood light from the right-barricade still flickered dimly revealing spots of carnage from the last 36 hours. A clear run out the front door wasn't in the cards, not to mention the massive reinforcement to the double-doors would be unwise to remove. If only I had been conscious for this. I could've made my attempted escape with the last survivors. I was in no shape to go anywhere after being blown off my feet into an old building and knocked unconscious. An unmarked mine-field and an out of control fuel-truck I just happened by saw to that...And the mysterious woman who found me and brought me to the Police building...I owe her my life.

Backing away from the window, I still felt nautious from the medication I used to dull the pain. Some bottle in the medicene cabinet at the Infirmary looked about right. I probably shouldn't have drugged up but...the pain was intolerable. This damn useless gun...I should look for something better than a walking stick. Maybe someone didnt leave, and could be stuck in here like myself. I'd have to find out...and its not like I can risk an escape til daylight. The chief's office, I should head there.

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