Tales of Survivors
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Please don't LET THEM IN!" Trisa Screamed at jacob her boyfriend. Jacob was like an ordianry teenager. And Trisa was the oposite.

"Im going to get, the gun! Hold on!" Jacob said to his girlfriend. She nodded, but with fear. He jogged through the hall way and into his bedroom. He looked upon his fathers's hunting rifle and took it. Suddenly there was a scream then suddenly he heard the door bust open.

"JACOB HEL-P M-e-e-e!" Trisa's voice soon was over took by hisses and gurgles.

"Holyshit...." Jacob wispered to himself silently. He crossed his chest with the cross symbol and jumped into the hallway. Trisa was on the floor, in a pour of blood. While these crazy men began biting at her neck and chest. Suddenly one of them spotted Jacob and charged at him.

"THIS IS FOR TRISA!" Jacob screamed. Alerting all the zombies that there was a new prey. Jacob suddenly clubbed the zombie with the rifle and ran into his room. He locked the door and breathed a sign of relif.

"Im safe..for a couple of minutes" He murmered. His thoughts were soon erupted at a hand broke through the door and grabbed his neck!

"A-r-r-g!" Jacob screamed.........

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"HIT THE GAS PEDAL!" Jack screamed to his friend Bill. Zombies were swarming around their car. If they didn't move. The zombies would surely get them.

"RIGHT!" Bill shouted. He hit the gas pedel and instantly killed the two zombies in front of him. They could still hear the zombies running after them.

"You alright bobby?" Jack talked to the young 15 yeared old boy in the back. He nodded silently and looked to his wounds. He was injured badly. Three of them monsters had ganged up on him. He had his bretta and hit one of them in the mouth. That was when Jack and Bill showed up, they came at the two zombies with their baseball bats and hit them between the eyes.

"And Jack hits a home Run!" Jack said to himself and grinned. Bobby returned from his thoughts and quietly went to sleep.......

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Tales of Soldiers
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"We can't hold em off captain!" Shouted High Roller. The mob was avancing toward the sand bags....

"GIVE THEM HELL!" Screamed Echelon. He fired a burst from his M60. He then set his M60 up and started to mow the zombies down. Some fell to the ground while others kept marching towards them. There eyes gazed at the soldiers.

"THEY BROKEN THROUGH LEFT LINE!" Screamed Immoral Sniper. They could see the zombies had broken through left line. Immoral Sniper quickly fired a burst from his M16 and nailed one in the head.

"HEADSHOT! HEADSHOT!" He shouted at the zombies. A radio was near the three soldierss and they still could get the hell outta there.

*WE ARE PULLING OUT OF THE BASE. REPEAT WE ARE P-U-LI-G ..........* The voice from the radio was soon cut off from gurgles and hisses.

"We will go down fighting!" High Roller said. The three could see that it was grim........

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If you guys are wondering what this story is about. Its tales from survivors's view and soldiers's view. and you might of noticed that I have several forum members in the tales. I will include more fourm members.

i like the way u have split them up.. it makes it easier too read..

good little stories so far

Tale of an Survivor
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Jacob contuned to struggle with the hand on his neck. He only had one choice. To bite it!

*Chomp* He bit into the hand and quickly spit it out. It tasted sour, and he felt like barfing. He quickly jumped from the door and ran upstairs. Suddenly as he jumped up the last stair he heard the door smash and footsteps.

"Shit!" Jacob quickly scanned the room and slammed the door and locked it.

"Im trapped......." Jacob slid to the carpet and knew he was trap. If he jumped out the window, it would surely break his leg or arm.

Is this the end for him?


In another part of the city, a man was running from everything. All his fears had come true! But most of all, his children and wife had turned aganst him. and tried to kill him.

"Just can't believe this is happening...." He said to himself. He sat on the sidewalk and looked around. Cars were crashed into buidling, while papers floating through the sky. He then looked to a police car that had overturned.

"Strange...noone..." He said to himself. He started to approch the car. When he saw a child in the road. The child had his back to the man and seemed to stare into space. As if nothing unusaly had happened.

"Hey kid!" The man shouted to the kid. Suddenly the kid turned around and stared at the man. He had a bloody mouth, one of his hands had been ripped off. The man started for the boy when he knew something was wrong. The boy grinned and started walking towards the man, with his hands out.

"Whats da matter?" The man shouted to him impatiently. The kid started to pick his speed up, and started to jog. The man started to back up, and saw the knife still in his hand. Suddenly the kid charged at the man, and he swung his knife and out and swung it towards the kid.

*Sling* The knife hit the kid across the face and he blinked for a second. Suddenly the man stabbed him in the chest and ran past him. The kid stared at the knife than the man. He fell over...dead.

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I like them. Could you add just a tad more details\descriptions?
*the zombies came towards the few frightened survivors, dragging their limp feets over the blood-coated asphalt. Mick loaded his shotgun, and quickly fired a shell at the head of one of them. Its head exploded, sending bits and fragments of the brain and skull flying around*
apart from that, very much potential.