Nice, keep it on...

dam this story is good i am loving it keep on going!

*begins copy pasting to notepad* I love this, it still doesnt seem as detailed as in the begining though, but you still rock. Keep at it! I cant believe i just printed the entire thing, 10 pages, and thats turning font down to 10!

This is a GOOD STORY!!! Keep goin!

Daaam, Im baffled this is really great, i especially liked the part with the Women in the tree:D i noticed a few spelling errors but they were probally typo's I think this was beautifully thought out, planned, and typed, you just know exactly where to stop it and to put just enough time to give us a longful suspense for another piece of the story. Man if i could write like that i would have been a major writer:D Your one of the best writers ive seen in along time, You should like give lessons:D Hehe, i wouldnt want to be Tom, the thought of losing my girlfriend to a death like that would be, unbearable. Mainly i think you've got a great atmosphere and feeling of suspense, if this was a book id have to say " This book was page turning, reading it at night is a horror you even think you hear the moans and groans of the zombies!"

found ur same story on the zombie panic forum :
http://zpanic.hl2files.com/forums/index.ph...p?showtopic=622


...hehe,i was thinking someone stole your story or you stole it but then i saw the nicknames were the same so.....i guess theres a 99.999999999% possibility your the same guy

keep it up. good story.almost read it again on that other forum,before it came in to me,i saw it before.

has foxtrot stopped writing the story in the forum cuz its been a while since he has posted?

It's long overdue, but here's more.


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When they drew nearer to the highschool, back through the littered streets, an enormous police blockade came into view. In front of a police wall was an enormous collection of squad cars and police vans. The street was covered in corpses. Searchlights immediately blinded them both, casting their rays directly on the car.

"Stop right there!" came a demanding voice over a loud speaker. "In the red vehicle, come out with your hands up!"

Nick shot a glance at Tom and they sat for a minute. "Well, I guess we better do what they say," said Tom, removing the keys from the ignition and opening his door. He stepped out onto a slick corpse and cringed. He stepped over it and stood with his hands stretched upwards. Nick did the same.

Men who looked like SWAT team members moved quickly and efficiently from behind the walls that were marked with bold white lettering "RCPD". They had weapons drawn, the men leading aimed at Tom and Nick. The men who followed the leader pointed their weapons everywhere else, scanning the area for hostiles with gun-mounted flashlights tracing the darkness.

"Have either of you been bitten?" yelled a SWAT member into Tom's face. He didn't need to yell because the street was almost silent.

"No," Tom answered quickly. The wrong answer may have killed them both. "Ive got a shotgun in the car," Tom added. One of the SWAT members moved past him and grabbed it from the back seat. He also grabbed the backpacks.

"Alright follow us. You hold on to my vest." he instructed, and feeling a little childish, Tom complied. They told Nick to do the same. They ran back together, covering the two survivors with over-dramatic caution, weaving though the corpses and a few parked cars, towards the brightly lit barricade. The lights and guns instilled a hope in them so false, it was only a matter of time until things went wrong.

more secks from the leet!

Ok now its starting to get a little flat...

Beyond the police line was a wall of sandbags and a few tents scattered in front of the high school theyd once attended. Lights and people were scattered thoughout the makeshift camp, walking aimlessly, sharing stories, crying and comforting one another. It was like being in the eye of the storm, a calm within the swirling walls of a hurricane. The man who had yelled into Tom's face instructed the team to return to their posts at the perimeter. "You boys ok?"

"Yeah we're fine," answered Nick.

"You two should consider yourselves lucky. If you would have come a few hours ago, you might have been shot. We just fended off all those zombies you saw out there." he said this with a slight grin.

'Zombies'. It was the first time either of them had heard someone refer to the infected with a simple b-movie title such as that. Tom almost cringed at the term. The SWAT officer (or whatever he was) obviously hadn't seen someone he loved change before his very eyes, rise from the kitchen floor, disgusting and violent. Tom had.

"We've got all the survivors going through those tents and then into the school. Choppers are coming by on a regular basis to take survivors back to a base they got somewhere up state. The medical team is gonna check you boys out and then you just go wait inside. You probably wont be leaving until morning." A man at the wall fired a single shot that rang out in the still air. They glanced over to see the shooter smiling and giving a few of the other guys a 'thumbs-up'. "I'd better get back to the line," said the officer and with that, he left them.

"Nick you think we're safe?" Tom asked, turning towards the medical tents.

"I hope so," Nick answered, scratching his head. "They took all of our stuff."

"I'm sure they have more," Tom assured him. "Let's go get this over with."

They entered a large medical tent together. The inside was well lit. There were about twenty people inside, not including the doctors. It was packed. "People!" someone yelled over the bustle of the crowd. It was a doctor who pulled away his medical mask as he spoke "You need to form a line outside of the tent. Someone could be infected in here and with a huge crowd like this, it can spread easily!"

A murmur rose from the crowd and Tom and Nick stood in the doorway. People began to form a line behind them, even though they'd just arrived. It was a small victory. Since they were next in line they looked in on the medical staff. The tent had many gurneys in it and further into the back there were plastic-enclosed beds for the more serious patients. The doctors wore white coats, some had blood on them, but most didn't. The crudeness of the tent suggested they didn't plan on staying forever. That, or this was one of many outposts and they simply didn't have the resources.

Another shot popped in the distance. The barricade was about fifty yards behind them now, but they could still hear laughter following the gunshot from the soldiers.

I dont like this at all, said Nick, looking around. I think we might have been better off on our own.

How do you figure?

There are so many people here close together. If one guy lied about getting bit, everyone is in trouble.

Tom looked down the line. Most of the people were soaking wet and wearing long sleeved jackets and pants. It was true that anyone of them could be bitten on the arm or the leg, selfishly hiding their infectious battle-wounds. At least the rain had stopped.

Soon they were ushered in and the doctors only looked at them briefly, asking them to lift up their shirts and drop their pants, just to be sure there were no bites or open wounds on them. Then they sent both Tom and Nick through the other end of the tent, which led to the steps of the school.

RC High, Tom observed. Some good times here.

They ascended the concrete steps and went inside. The front hall was very dark, but there were lights that appeared to have been provided by the military lighting as best they could. There were a lot of people inside, but it was relatively quiet. Some of them had flashlights, probably brought from home.

Where should we go? asked Nick. He felt naked without his slugger.

Hell if I know. Lets check out the cafeteria.

They weaved through people who milled aimlessly about the crowd. Tom picked up pieces of conversations as he passed My only son someone said but then could not continue. God damn monsters tore my house apart looking for me, recalled an old man. The further they went into the school though, the quieter the crowd became. The conversations were much more whispered. Someone said nervously Yeah I heard something like that too. I saw one of the helicopters landing and I thought, what the hell? why would it be landing there? The voices came out of darkness.

Tom, Nick said, grabbing his arm, hold on. Nick approached the whispering group talking about the helicopter. What are you guys talking about?

A flashlight switched on and rudely pointed into his eyes. The holder said quickly Go away. We werent talking about anything. Go.

Nick brought up a hand to shield his eyes, and replied with apprehension Alright, Christ cut the light.

As they walked away Tom heard one last snippet He could be one of them.

This story is the shiznit!!!111