Zombie Apocalypse
I decided to try my luck with the zombies since I suck at writing the life story, love life, and all the other types of stories that bring in the customers. This will be my version of the zombie apocfurlypse, since i couldn't stand waiting for the zombies to take over the world any longer. hope you all like it, and don't forget to tell me if you want more. ^.=.^
(first a quick character desciption)
My main character Blood-tail AKA (Red) is almost an exact duplicate of me, so his personality was easy to get into writing. Red is what some would call crazy. He likes doing dangerous things, such as blowing up gas tanks, cars, (zombies) and just about anything that goes boom. Although he does many things that are illegal, he normally does them in the middle of nowhere. He does do thing that are less violent, like read and listen to heavy metal occasionally. He's a loner, and doesn't normally like company since most people would call the police and have him arrested. He does like girls but since very few women are into the things he likes, he never hangs around for long. He's an excellent shot with most types of weapons, from bows to shotguns, rifles and pistols. He has some experience with a knife, and knowledge in CQB, so he can hold his ground in a fight. Red doesn't make friends fast and is often distrusting of others until he really gets to know them. He is 5ft, 9in (8ft from muzzle to tail) and weighs 150lbs. He has blood red scales, and black spines going from the back of his head to about half way down his tail. His hair is jet-black and his eyes are a very dark blue. Normally wears a black leather jacket and a pair of jeans.
(The first few paragraphs of this story came from journal entries i made for the zombie apocfurlypse that is being written by comidacomida)
CHAPTER ONE- The Beginning Of The End.
6 a.m. eastern time.
Morning had come like every other day, peaceful and relaxed. Red had broken camp as usual and had packed his gear like he did every morning. He could tell today was going to be perfect, as there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. The peaceful morning was shattered by the drone of engines, as four RAF Merlin HC3 helicopters came into view. Damn, this must be about my firearms again, fucking laws. Why can't they just leave me alone instead of harassing me all the time? Blood-tail had already hidden his weapons in his Harleys compartments, which had kept them hidden from the authorities, and he wasn't about to lose them now. Red figured that someone may have heard the shots he fired last night when he was hunting, and being in the mountains, he didn't think that anyone had even heard the shots last night. His train of thought changed, however, when HC3s' continued on their course, flying over his campsite without even slowing down. Strange that military helicopters, transport helicopters at that, would be this far in the country. Red noted the direction the HC3s'were going and, after consulting his map realized that the HC3s' were heading in the direction of a nearby city. It took a few more minutes to pack everything, and Red decided to find out why military transport helicopters would be heading towards a city. Hell, it might be fun and I'm a little low on gas. With these thoughts in mind, Red got on his bike and headed for the trail he had used that led back out to the main road. It took about an hour of riding to get out of the forest, but it was still a good ride and was a nice way to wake up in the morning. As Red finally came into view of the city, something didn't seem right. He could hear sirens in the distance and there were several cars in ditches. This didn't bode well with him, but he figured this was just one of those cities with lots of nut jobs. Red continued to ride for several more minutes, watching for any signs of trouble, but he didn't see anything that was enough to raise any warning lights. "Figures, another day without any action", blood-tail couldn't help but be a little disappointed as he noticed that his Harley was getting low on fuel. He had already used his reserve tanks and figured he'd just fill up while he in this city.
10:20 a.m.
When the "event" happened, he had just pulled into a town to get gas for his Harley and was riding though a narrow ally when he saw a boy being attacked by a seemingly insane man. He quickly parked his bike and tried to intervene, but as soon as he grabbed the man's shoulder, the attacker turned on him. After a short struggle, Red realized that the man was insane (or worse) and that he wouldn't stop attacking Red or the boy, so he quickly shot the man in leg with the .44 magnum he kept in his jacket. Blood-Tail assumed that a .44 caliber bullet would incapacitate his attacker, but when the crazed man got up and tried to grab the boy, Red was forced to shoot him in the head, blowing his brains all over the pavement. After he brushed himself off and cleaned the blood off his gun, he sent the terrified boy home and began asking the few furs that saw the struggle if they knew why the boy was attacked. He had no idea that he was walking into a nightmare.
After saving a young fur from what Red thought was just an insane drug addict, he had started asking any of the witnesses nearby if they knew why the older fur had attacked the boy. After nearly an hour of questioning the witnesses, Red noticed that no police officers were coming to investigate the shots fired. This was one of the first things that tipped Red off to the fact that something was wrong. In any normal town, he probably would have been in jail by now unless several of the witnesses had testified on his behalf. The second reason for his discomfort came in the form of several ambulances rushing past, sirens wailing, and then suddenly crashing into a nearby building. Both ambulances looked totaled as Red and several other worried spectators ran to see if anyone survived the crash. One of the first to reach the crash, a middle aged shepherd, found a dead body hanging out of the ambulance drivers' side window. Red found the look on the drivers face to be the most disturbing, as it wasn't the face of someone who had died from pain or suffering. The face was twisted, as if the drivers last moment had been the most horrible, gruesome moment of his entire life. It was then that Red noticed the bite wounds on the driver's arms. He pulled out his .44 and started to walk closer to the shepherd to get him away from the body when the ambulance shook slightly. The noise got the attention of both the crowd and Red for a second, which was all it took. The previously dead driver of the ambulance suddenly grabbed the shepherd and bit deep into his shoulder, causing him to howl in pain. After that, all bits of sanity left in the small crowd went to hell as several of the other passengers that had been in the ambulance began to crawl out slowly. Blood-tail couldn't get a clear shot at the corpses because of all the panicked furs running around screaming, so he decided to rally the few that weren't panicked and get them to safety. This was easier said than done, however, as most of the sane furs were either getting trampled or eaten by the dead. After several minutes trying to get a few survivors away from the ambulance, Red decided that he was going to need more than the .44 magnum he had in his hand. Being careful not to get trampled or bitten by a corpse, Red made his way back to his Harley to load up on supplies. After reaching his bike, he quickly unloaded and assembled both his 12 gauge and his AR-15, along with every bullet and shell he had. Red had played enough RE games when he was younger to know what these things were, and he wasn't about to become another mindless zombie.
11:08 p.m.
Just as finished getting his weapons assembled, one of the zombies spotted him. Red noted that the zombie that began shambling towards him was the one that had been in drivers' side of the ambulance. Probably not a good idea to open fire right now with all these undead around, "it might be a good time to leave this party", red thought as he started his bike. Unfortunately, (Harleys being one of the loudest motorcycles on the road), this got the attention of several of the other zombies in the hoard, who promptly turned towards blood-tail, looking for another meal. "Oh shit, this can't be good"; red quickly got on his bike and rode off in the opposite direction. "Things go from bad to worse, and the shit hits the fan", these thoughts and others were circulating though his mind when his Harley began to sputter. Blood-tail remembered that he never did get to fill up his bike and that it had been running on empty for a few miles. "I hate to do this" he said aloud as he slowed down and got off his Harley. The fires in the city had begun to spread and it wouldn't be long before half the city was ablaze. Blood-tail hoped this would burn most of the zombies in the streets, but at the same time he knew if he didn't find a safe place to hole up, he wouldn't be able to make it to the barbeque alive. He didn't want to leave his Harley, but it would be too heavy to push to the next gas station and he needed all the spare time he had. He propped his bike against a building, said goodbye to his vehicle and walked away. Red wasn't long in searching for a good place to barricade himself in and wait out the storm, and within an hour he saw a place that looked relatively safe. Unfortunately it was about a mile away, and he could see a crowd of zombies in the distance. Blood-tail decided that if he was going to survive this apocalypse, he was going to have to reach that building. Red hadn't noticed any survivors, which wasn't good, as it meant no more distractions for him to use. Attaching a silencer he kept in his jacket to his AR, he headed in the direction of possibly the only safe haven in this part of the city. He had only walked for about five minutes when he had another stroke of bad luck. As Red was walking past an alley, one of the undead rose from behind a trash can and started walking towards him. "Not good, if I shoot him, I get swarmed" thoughts of being eaten alive were enough to still his trigger finger. So instead of shooting the zombie, he unsheathed his machete and lunged at the corpse, decapitating it in one swift swing. Blood spattered on his jacket as the body fell to the ground, dead? "That went well, but I hate it when they make a mess" red re-sheathed his machete and continued on his course. It wasn't long after his first encounter real encounter that he found other survivors holed up in an abandoned diner. It seemed that they had been dealing with the zombie hoard rather well, as bodies littered the diners parking lot. Red started walking into the open, but thought better of it since the remaining survivors would probably shoot him on sight. He decided instead to simply call to them and tell him he was coming. This however, was a bad idea, for as soon as Red started calling to the survivors, he managed to get the attention of several undead. "Fuck, these ones seem different" aside from being larger and faster than the previous zombie blood-tail had encountered these three also looked hungrier than the others. Red whipped his AR up and shot the zombie in the lead five times in the head, but it still kept coming. "Shit, shit, shit" he muttered as he turned around and ran out of the alley. Several bullets whizzed by his head as he ran towards the diner, but when the other survivors saw what was chasing blood-tail, they immediately changed their targets. The first few shots didn't seem to faze these new zombies, but after taking about twenty rounds each, they began to slow and finally dropped. Red reached the diner out of breath, and promptly had a pistol shoved in his face. The husky with the gun, Red guessed was nervous, and he didn't want to give him a reason to pull the trigger on the desert eagle. Have you been bitten? The husky asked in a steady but cautious tone. "Not yet, and I certainly don't plan on it happening anytime soon" red answered. The husky, along with several other survivors, did not seem to believe Red and told him to take off his jacket, and after searching him for bite marks but not finding any, decided that this newcomer was safe.
1:02 p.m.
Blood-tail quickly began relating his short encounter with the first few zombies, and answered any questions that he was asked. However, the relative peace and quiet was broken as one of the sentries yelled "more freaks on the way" Red asked if they could use an extra gun, and was answered with a quick but thankful nod. "Finally, some target practice" Red grabbed his AR, made sure he had a full clip, and took an empty spot at one of the windows. The first of the zombies were the slow kind, and few in number, those went down in the first round of shots. However, more began to flood from the alleys like rats running from the storm. Red took aim at one of the zombies in the second wave, and slowly squeezed the trigger. He had loaded all his clips with hollow points, and the result was the zombies head exploding when the 5.56 NATO/.223 round hit a fraction of a second later. He quickly took aim at another undead and fired, getting the same satisfying result. The other survivors were firing weapons of all different makes and models, and almost every fur in the building had a weapon. Blood-tail figured that they had most likely found a sporting goods store, since all the other weapons looked brand new. Things seemed to be going well, until two of the types of zombies that had chased Red out of the alley came into view. Blood-tail immediately emptied the remainder of his clip into this new threat, but just like before, the zombie hardly flinched. Red started looking for a bigger weapon and immediately spotted an unused .50 caliber magnum revolver in a nearby box. "Hello beautiful, this is just what the doctor ordered" Red picked up the magnum, and checked to see if it was loaded. Sure enough, it had five rounds; one of the other survivors, a young fox probably in his late twenties, noticed Red checking the revolver and said "I wouldn't use that if I was you, the thing kicks like a mule". Red ignored the foxes comment and went back to the window and resumed his previous position. It didn't take long for him to find (what he decided to call hunters) the larger zombie. The remaining hunter seemed to be in a battle rage and was mowing down the other zombies to get to its next meal. Blood-tail steadied the revolver, took aim, and fired. To say the .50 cal kicked would've been an understatement, as it nearly knocked Red out of the seat he was in. after getting the gun back into position for another shot, he noticed that the hunter was still standing. "Fuck, even a .50 didn't stop it" Red thought until he looked closer and noticed that the hunters' entire head was gone. "I think I'm in love" Red said despite the pain in his arms. Finally, after several more minutes of shooting, the second wave of zombies were all lying dead in the parking lot. A cheer rose up among the survivors, and the husky came over to thank blood-tail for his help. "That was some fine shooting, the names Joe Higgins, sergeant in the USMC". "What's a sergeant doing this far in hell, without any reinforcements"? Red asked. Higgins went over how he had been separated from his convoy and what had happened afterwards up till he found the diner and decided to hole up and hope reinforcements showed up. Red expressed his thoughts when Higgins finished "We might have held off the zombies off till now, but it looks like we're low on ammunition, I suggest that we leave and find a safer place to bunker down". Blood-tail related that he had seen a building about half a mile away that would make a good shelter, to which Higgins replied that many in the diner were either too old or too young to make that journey through the zombie infested streets. "Then I suggest that I take three others with me to get help" blood-tail said. "Very well" Higgins stood up and related Reds' plan to the others and asked for volunteers. Most of the furs seemed to cower when Higgins looked at them, and Red figured some of them were probably still in shock. Five seconds later, one fur, a tiger probably in his mid thirties stepped forward and then another. The other volunteer was a wolf, who was probably younger than blood-tail. the young wolf came forward with a mixed look of dread and pride on his face. The tiger introduced himself as Mark Bishop, while the young wolf just said his name was Henry. Red introduced himself to both of them, and after getting to know each other a little better, they went to get the weapons they would be using on this mission. Red decided to keep the .50 cal, and to his utter joy, he found another box of shells for it. He reloaded the clips he had used in the zombie massacre and got a few extra shells for his shotgun along with a .357 magnum. Red decided to leave his .44 magnum with Higgins since he had the .50 cal. Mark grabbed another shotgun and a .22 caliber rifle, along with a .38 S&W pistol. Henry found two .22 caliber Ruger pistols, which he promptly put into a gun belt that was at the bottom of the bin. After loading up, the three walked out of the diner with a promise to return as soon as they found help. "Well" Red thought aloud, "this is it; we get though these undead freaks, get help, and avoid getting eaten". Mark chuckled, "easier said than done"
end of chapter one. tell me what you thought and if i should post another chapter. ^.=.^