LOL... nowhere near! i told you he comes back at the end... now they have to go search for him and if you didnt notice the old guy didnt say anything about where he went... this story is long. the last couple installments take place in a prison thats on the other side of the city... it'll take a while for them to get there... and to be honest i dont understand what you want me to do... i dont get how you are going to be him... its not an rpg you cant just take over and start making choices for him so i dont see what you want to do?...

edit: oh and to give you a rough estimate to when John will come back... itll be about another 5 installments... and he'll be there for about 2 installments then he'll go away again.

This post has been edited by Tanker on April 06, 2007 03:20 am

If i wanted to control him, i would've said so. There are 2 reasons:

1. If i took control of John, i would've stuffed your plans.
2. People would get very jealous... Well, some. Not all. Most people in these forums wouldnt be jealous, but some would.

Nice story!

then what do you want?... i dont understand why you say you want to be him but your not him... what do you want me to do?

ok this one takes place in a abandoned farm three days after they shot the crazy old fuck...
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It’s been three days since we left the Spartans dead in the street. We’ve traveled some way and other than the occasional zombie there has been nothing to stop us.

Fortunately for us we’ve managed to get out of the city and into a farm just outside the city’s boarders. This may not help us find John but it sure as hell decreases the amount of zombies around us.

It’s getting dark; we have gathered around the table eating what was left of the crops outside.

“So where are we heading? We can’t just be walking around looking for nothing?” Hoover asks

“Anywhere there’s food. We may be looking for John but our own survival means more than anything. If we happen to run into him on the way well then mission accomplished.” Jarrod says finishing the last of his steamed vegetables.

I pull out a map of the city; that I got from a gas station about a month ago, and lay it across the table. I point out a large slaughter house. “If we can get there and find a way to actually cook the food that should supply us for months on end. And it would give us a good overlook of the city.”

“Your right but how would we cook the meat?” Jarrod asks looking at the map

“Shh!” Sara shushes us and looks back out the window “We’re being watched.”

“By what?!” Jarrod asks as he, Hoover, and I walk over to the windows.

Outside its dark and hard to see anything. Large trees turn into a forest obstructing our view of anything beyond them. Just then a dark figure runs from behind one tree to another. We all look at each other…

“Michael you got the night watch tonight.” Jarrod tells me and pats me on the shoulder.

I nod my head agreeing.
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Later that night…

Jarrod, Sara, and Hoover have all gone to their rooms and locked the doors. I stand guard outside their rooms, gun in hand.

I can manage to keep myself awake but just barely.

The night remains quiet. I look at my watch… 5:30. Just then I hear a window smash in the other room. Startled, it takes me a few seconds to get up and run over to the window. There two of the dark figures stand in the light.

“Get up! Everyone up!” I yell

I lift up my gun and open fire on the two figures. The first bullet pierces one of the zombie’s shoulders. My second hits the other one in the head.

Another crash comes from behind me. I finish off the last zombie and run over there. By this time Jarrod and Hoover had come rushing out of their rooms. Sara stays inside since she has no gun.

We run over to the living room where the door has been busted down and undead are pouring in. Hoover lifts his shotgun and blows a zombie’s head off. Jarrod and I follow him shooting everything that comes in.

A teenager in jeans comes rushing up behind me. I quickly turn and smash him over the head with my elbow. More come up from the windows behind us so I leave Hoover and Jarrod to the door and cover our rear. More and more come until the whole house is a sea of undead…

I soon find myself without ammo. Hoover is lucky; yesterday he found a box of ammo for his gun leaving Jarrod and me short on ammo.

I stick my gun in my pocket and grab a knife off the kitchen table. It may not be the most affective weapon but it’s a weapon.

More undead come pouring in from all sides. Jarrod and I are both armed only with knives. We are utterly useless as Hoover continues to open fire.

“Michael lets grab the dinning table! We can use it as a blockade! Hoover cover us!” Jarrod yells

Jarrod and I run over and grab the dinning table as Hoover blasts the head of another zombie. We drag the table back and lean it up right against the narrow hall way.

“Ahhhh!” We hear a scream from behind us. I turn to find several zombies crowding Hoover

“Hoover!” Jarrod runs to his aid.

I look down and find Hoover’s shotgun lying on the floor. I reach for it… only to have it snatched away before I could get it. Now on the floor I look up at the tall figure standing in front of me. No one I recognize the man is covered from head to toe in blood and wears overalls.

“Zombies can’t use guns…” I say to myself

“Who said we were zombies?” The man replies

I look around me and see that the world has stopped. Nobody moves they just stare at us. I study the intruders; none of them are missing body parts, but they are all covered in blood. Some wield knives but none of them have guns.

“If your not zombies then why are you attacking us?” I ask

The tall man lifts Hoover’s shotgun and points it at my head. “Cause we’re infected with...”

Just then a bright light shines through the window. The suns up and daylight comes shining through the window.

The man drops the gun and they all start rushing out the windows. Then its goes quiet. Hoover lays on the floor covered in scratches but still breaths, Jarrod stands above him looking down.

“Michael pass me the gun, we gotta end him.” Jarrod holds out his hand

“Wait Jarrod… if they weren’t zombies… then maybe he won’t change.” Sara comes out

“She has a point Jarrod. I mean look at him; by now most zombies are already changing. Maybe he won’t change.” I say

Jarrod stands there looking over Hoover. Though Jarrod and Hoover have to opposite views and are often fighting they have always been closer then the rest of us. I could sense that Jarrod had no real desire to kill Hoover.

“Fine but I’ll be watching him. If he even shows the slightest sign of changing I’ll kill him.”

“Right now we have to decide what we are going to do. We can’t stay here they’ll be back by nightfall.”

“Yes but at least we know there weakness… they don’t like the sun.” Jarrod points out

“Well now we’re really in a TV show… I mean that’s everything’s weakness.” Hoover sits up. “Hey guys…why aren’t I dead?”

“Would you rather be?” Jarrod says sarcastically

“We decided to keep you alive as long as you didn’t change…” Sara tells him

“Why don’t you go get bit and find out?” Jarrod says still being sarcastic

“We gotta head back to the city… if we stay here they’ll kill us. We have only one gun and they have… we’ll an army.” I say getting back on topic

“What makes you think we’ll fair any better in the city with no weapons?” Jarrod says

“We’ll dumb dead people without weapons are sure to be easier to kill then smart people with weapons.” I reply

“Yes but the smart people don’t infect you when they bite. It’s been nearly ten minutes and he’s still fine.” Jarrod points out Hoover

“Plus there are probably more of these zombies then there are of these guys.” Hoover says

“And we know exactly when they are going to attack which means we can prepare ourselves.” Sara says

“Then it’s settled… we stay.” Jarrod says though I still don’t agree.

“Fine but we are boarding up this house. Every door, every window, anywhere they can get in we need to board.”

“Good… Michael you look for anything we can use to cover the doors, Sara you look after Hoover, and I’ll go find a hammer and nails.” Jarrod says “See if we can’t stop these psychos.”

Psychos… the word kept ringing in my head and suddenly it hit me. The old man’s words… the plaque of insanity… all of a sudden I found myself searching through the dead bodies that we had shot. I was looking for one in particular. I had shot it before Jarrod and Hoover came to help.

Finally I found it lying on the floor near the window. The dead man was wearing a S.W.A.T uniform lying face first on the floor… and there on his back was the word “Spartans”
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This post has been edited by Tanker on April 12, 2007 11:50 pm

Its not a bad story, and its different in the fact that your telling it through the characters eyes, like hes recalling the events its interesting though. Personally though, i really dont think it should become an RP, it tends to be a little more whacky if you make it an RP or the characters are harder to develop.

yay someone commented... hey havent seen you in a while... in fact we never really met... well thanks for your comment... im not going to turn it into an RP... and he may be recalling it more then you think he is... a little hint for you...

This post has been edited by Tanker on April 18, 2007 12:22 pm

well since nobody else is going to post... cause no one ever does... im just going to post the next installment... i tried to add more action in this one... but its a bit less discriptive... or i think so...
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It’s getting late. We’ve almost got all the windows covered. We’ve covered every window in the house both on the outside and on the inside. I’ve only have to cover this one last window from the outside then I can go in and board the door closed.

There’s no furniture left in the house; we’ve used all of it as blockades. We found an old shack behind the house filled with building and gardening tools. We have, of course, taken all the tools from there in hope we could use them as weapons and then we tore down the shack for the extra wood.

I finish nailing in the last nail and wipe the sweet away from my face. I close my eyes and let the wind cool me off.

With the wind comes the sound of leaves crackling behind me. I look behind into the dense forest but see nothing. Slowly I work my way down the step ladder and grab Hoover’s shotgun leaning against the wall besides me.

I cock it and keep it shoulder ready in case anything comes out. All remains silent.

“Michael… we need to nail the door down get in here.” Jarrod calls me

“They’re out there waiting for us.” I tell him as I pass by

Jarrod says nothing and closes the door behind me.

Jarrod and Sara sail some boards to the door. I sit on the floor next to Hoover.

“Sup” he says to me and smiles

“How you doing there?” I ask him

“I feel fine but I have these two large gashes on my legs which makes it hard to walk.” He answers

“Yeah well hopefully we won’t need you tonight… I still think it was a bad idea to stay here…” I tell him

“Yeah so do I…”

“What? But you told us to stay here?”

“Only because if you leave I wouldn’t be able to follow… with these legs I won’t be going anywhere… and to be honest I think that’s why Jarrod and Sara want to stay too...”

I thought about it for a second. The idea startles me that the others would even think about it. I would have no problem leaving Hoover behind, but Sara has always been soft, and Jarrod and Hoover are like best buds. I guess to them leaving Hoover behind was unacceptable.

“Ok… I’m done nailing the door down…” Jarrod calls to us

I get up and walk over to the window. Lifting the blinds; I look through a small space between the wood. Outside I can already see the insane gathering around the house.

“Well they are definitely smarter than zombies. They’re coming early so they have more time before the sun comes up.” I say “Sara, Hoover you better get in the fort.”

The fort as we call it is the basement. We’ve placed so many wooden barricades down there it’s the safest place in the house. Unfortunately it’s impenetrable and therefore Jarrod and I must stay up here to help defend it.

Suddenly a large crash comes against the door. Nothing breaks through but it’s only a matter of time…

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Later that night…

The barricades are holding surprisingly well. Still nothing has broken through and it’s been several hours since the insane first started coming. It won’t be much longer though

They have managed to get there arms actually through the door… but every time they try to open it from the inside I use a machete from the tool shed to chop it off. All the boards on the outside have been torn off by now. Still they seem to be having trouble with the inside ones. It’s actually quite strange. They are obviously more intelligent than regular zombies but they’re still not smart enough to figure out how to pry a board off the wall.

“So what do we do once they do manage to get through?” I ask Jarrod

“I shoot… you use the machete…” he responds

“Why can’t I shoot?”

“Because I have the shotgun and I’ll blow your fucking head off…”

“You’re a dick…”

Suddenly the sound of glass breaking comes from the living room. We both jump up and run over. In the living room they window is broken and already several insane fill the room.

Jarrod lifts his gun and takes a shot. It hits one of them in the chest and it goes down. He takes another shot hitting two more in the shoulders at the same time.

I stand there feeling helpless. Knowing I’d surely be killed if a rush them. Another crash comes from the dinning room

“I got this area covered go handle the dinning room!” Jarrod yells

“I have no damn gun!” I yell back

“Use the damn machete you wimp!”

I run over not knowing what to do really. I enter the dinning room but find no sign of any insane. Finally I see him; he’s made a slight hole in the wood just large enough to crawl through. Thankfully this has slowed him down.

I run forward, and swing my machete down on him. He lifts his hand to try to protect himself but I easily slice through it; blood sprays all over as I continue to slam my machete into his head splitting it in two.

Another tries to crawl through the hole. I run over to the window and as soon as his head sticks out from beyond the wood I swing down cutting it off. Blood spews from the neck and the head roles across the floor.

No more come and I figure it’s safe enough to see how Jarrod’s doing. I run back to him to find him nearly overrun with insane.

I run forward and thrust my machete into an insane’s chest. I then kick the insane off my machete and turn around swinging it sideways knocking off another insane’s head.

An insane comes up behind me but Jarrod lifts his gun and fires a bullet into its head. Another grabs me but I swing my machete down and cut his arm off then kick it to the floor and swing down on him again cutting into his heart.

A sudden sharp pain digs into my shoulder. It drills down deeper and I can blood pour down my shoulder. I can hear Jarrod’s voice screaming my name, as more shotgun blasts fill the air. It sounds blurry and my sight weakens. Soon everything goes black…
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It’s been two days since I was knocked out. I regained consciousness late today. It’s almost time to go back to sleep now.

Thankfully Sara and Jarrod were smart enough to get of use out of that damn house. I’m still not sure how they managed to survive. I’ve asked them several times but they just tell me its best I don’t know...

The gashes in Hoover’s legs leave him unable to move easily. He’s using two wooden planks as crouches. I’m more or less fine except for the constant pain in my right shoulder.

We are in a church on the edge of the city. It’s nice and quiet. Strangely being in a church relaxes me… I never was religious but none of that matters now. I’m tired… even though I basically spent the last day sleeping… I can’t help but let sleep overcome me…