thanks man... me and chay are making a zombie movie... the only problem i have with scripts is that because we are 13-14 that we cant do all this awesome shit that they do it the movies... but screw it, we will find a way...

sorry but this is diaguole so yeah its between Eric and
Tex, the soldiers are telling him what to say, but the only thing this part of the story is what you hear on the radio...
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"Hello? Tex? over *choush*"

"Eric is that you? over *choush*"

"Yeah... over *coush* "

"How did you get all this shit? over *coush*"

"I'm in the secoundary supply depot, guns, ammo and food... There are also... soldiers from a special section of the CDC, they are called SMASAI, not sure what it stands for... but they are also called The Ravens... over *coush*

"WE are going to sed twith and Pedro over... Then Harry... Me and SMokey won't fit the the vent... we are going to need more supplies to get over to ware you are... Pedro is going to have a rope and we found another one in a service compartment in the vent, in the other direction... ok pedro and Twitch are coming now... Twith can move freely in there becuase he is a fucking twig... and Pedro is strong as hell so it should only take them about 10 mins... Over *coush*"

"Ok, over and out *coush click*"


I put the radio on a small table... And then I walked back to the other corner of the room and saw the armor they gave me.
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i have to take a p00p so ill finish this section when i get back, here is an apitiser

lol, ya, after i saw dawn of the dead me and a friend wanted to make a zombie movie this summer, i dunno if its ever gonna happen tho, i gotta call him tho, but we were gonna have the same problem cus we r like 14, so ya, i no whatcha mean

Note: The views expressed in this story are not thoose of the authors!
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I grabbed the vest, it was black, with many pockets. I let in hang, i was holding it by the neck piece. I then i grabbed it and laid it flat on the ground, I could feel each little piece of platting it it... and then the big plates. I grabbed a box cutter of the floor and cut open seven boxes. Three labeled AMMO, another FIREARMS, a different one MEDICAL SUPPLIES, Another MEELE WEAPONS, and the last one FOOD AND WATER. I put the box cutter down, a dark skinned man sat next to me... in full armor, except for helmet and ski mask. "Do you know anything about guns?" He asked me in his deep vioce. I replied "No, not that much" He pickup my helmet, reached into his pouch and inseted a chip into the helmet, he smacked the helmet on me and he siad in a calm voice "Say play". In a voice i didnt know I siad "p--p-play? PLAY!" and a heads up display flashed into front of my eyes I could hear everything going around so fast and hearing things and then it stopped after 5 mintues... and it was black. He took off my helmet and said "Pretty cool, huh?", I nodded. I reached into the gun box and pulled out a layer of strofoam and grabbed 2 SOCOM Mk23 pistols, my hands working in a way i didnt know they could grabbed a laser attachment, a flashlight, and a scope and attached them to the guns. I reached into the ammo box and pulled out the correct magazine size and ammo by touch. And loaded about 10 mags, and each were extended to carrying 20 bullets, but in order to not ware out the spring I only loaded 17 and slid them into the Magazine holsters on my pants and vest. I then loaded 2 more mags and put them in the pistols, And put them in the pistol holsters on my pants.
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mroe to come... its going to be him getting his weapons....... but im tired and i dont feel lke writing

This post has been edited by Nikku on June 22, 2005 05:44 pm

feedback plz

it is lookin good, im likin the twist on addin some ppl in that u had no idea were there, lol, its still real unclear on how, or why he got there tho, but im guessin youll tell us that later in the story

sorry for triple psot
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I ripped off another layer of styrafoam, and I reached in to grab a sawwed-off double barrel shotgun. I opened it and looked through the barrels, it was perfect, only one trigger, and only about 19 inches it could fit on the holder on the back of my vest. I grabbed a small box which was about 16inches by 9 inches and cut it open. On the outside it read SPEC ROUNDS FOR A.R.S., I looked on the shotgun on the stub of the handle were the letters A.R.S.. I grabbed some shells out of the box, they were 2 and a half inches long, they were black with red stripes down the sides, i shook it and by the sound I could tell it was phosphures, with atleast 13 pieces of buckshot. I loaded the shotgun and slid it into the hoslter on the back of my vest. I grabbed a shotgun shells belt and put as much rounds as i could fit in it, which turned out to be 30. I then filled three pockets on my vest with shells they eachfit a litte more then 15.

By now Twitch and Pedro were here and Getting their crap together..

Another layer of styrafoam gone, and a brand new shining AK47 lay there in all it glory, the msot reliabable gun, will have its test during this escape from hell. I Took it out and chekced everysquare inch and even dry fired it. I attached a strap, a scope, a laser, and a flashlight. I reached into the Ammo box and pulled Out 3 boxes that said "AK47" stamped in big black letters. I cut them open, in one box were 4 drums, that could hold 85 rounds each. In another box Were about 20 banana Magazines and in the last and biggest box were to many rounds to count.
I loaded all Drums and mags, and mangaged to fit 3 drums on my vest, i tape all the magazine is groups of two, and fit 3 groups on my vest, 2 mroe groups into a small hip bag and another 4 groups on my pant pouches...

lol, thats a ton of ammo, lol, must be heavy

you have to see what happens to him when he picks it up

mreo, im oing to keep writing becuase no body is giveing me feedback
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My guns were all ready for action... time for food.
I filled up 3 canteens will the fluid and about 20 paste tubes and shoved them in this pack on the back of the neck peice on my vest.

I fit a HALO knife on my boot; one on each, a machete hanging off my belt, and a cambat knife on my vest, I checked everything one last time. And put my vest and everything on, it was heavey, I had the fully suit on, And i started to do that thing that you do at foot ball practice and run in place and jump and just plain work out, when eveyrbody else got there crap together, The doc in jected me with more Type X sting, it made me feel stronger, and then he gave me shots of it so if i needed it then I would ahve it. He siad that if I injected 4 times a day for about 5 days, then my body would make it naturaly, type X is like Adrenaline times 400000000. I took my stuff off and I was tired as hell, I ate some food and drank, as I was falling asleep I saw Harry and come down and then they amde a plan and I heard that we would do some type of plan in 6 days. The sent them over light weight armor, food and weapons, and then I feel asleep... Using my helmet as a pillow.

1 thing, i have never heard of a halo knife, from what i no halo in like army terms means high altitude low opening when u jump from a plane. is it just a regular army navy or marine knife or somthin????

its a switch blade automataded knife... look on google for more info, heres a pic

The company that makes it is Microtech

Feedback plz

FUCKING FEEDBACK

Well, the story is alright, but I'm just nitpicky when it comes to grammar and sentence structure. So for me, it hurts my fragile little eyes.