Mic didn't know what to call the girl so he deecided to call her Mall. He was walking by her side down the blood filled streets and was happy as can be. he was in love with her and she was in love with him, nothing else really mattered.

Suddenly he sensed that living humans were in the building next to them. Mall obviously sensed it to as the both began to trudge into the building.

They bashed down the door and walked inside, doors on either side of them were locked and barricaded but he knew no-one was inside them. He walked along near the end when suddenly the lights went out. It was pitch black which worked to their advantage as he knew that living humans couldn't see well in darkness.

They came to a door and sensed humans behind it. instinctivly they began banging heavily on the door. There was glass in the door but behind it was wood. Mic broke the glass and began to smash against the wood. Mall helped him and soon the wood was all over the floor.

The room was dark like all the others but with their zombie eyes they easily picked out the humans. There were four of them, Mic could see their terror in their face but also he could see his hunger and what he had become. For the first time he began to feel human, the weed must be doing something to the zombie blood. He began to feel sorry for the people and turned around to leave when Mall broke the door. Mic turned around and stared at the humans. What would he do help the woman he loved and kill the humans or kill the woamn he loved and save the humans lives.

"I'm sorry" Mic moaned sadly, "FEEDING FRENZY!!!!"

Mic began to lurch toward the humans, he grabbed the nearest one and looked at their face for a split second. the he lunged his head straight into her gut. Feeding and ripping on the flesh and guts. the cloth was in his mouth but he didnt care. One of the men in the room came up to him and hit him on the back with a bat. He removed his teeth, twisted round in rage and grabbed the other man. Horror filled his face as Mic threw his head into his neck and bit very hard. the man was screaming in pain as Mic ripped out his throat. Blood filled his mouth and he began to feel like a vampire so he removed his face.

He looked at Mall and realised that she had killed the other two humans and was covered in blood. He was sickned and walked out of the house of death. mall was in tow with the man he had bit and they all began to walk the streets again.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------End of part 4.
if this is liked ill write another part and bring in another character. i know who thisll be but if anyone has any thing theyd like me to add before this ill try to do it. but keeep it within reason no silly thing like kill Immoral sniper (no offence) although killing a sniper could be done (yet again no offence)

lol. keep goin, man - why not get a huge group o' dead people n hav some sorta wierd party? or storm an apartment block? jus my suggestion

yeh thats a great idea ill do after my idea though itll sense why if you still havnt got what i mean in for the story
though that probably didnt make any sense
and it was an apartment block in the last part but ill get like a sort of huge last stand in an apartment block. more suggestions for the story

This post has been edited by DarknessGlams on February 04, 2005 07:02 pm

anyone? any ideas?please

Mic was getting excited now. He was doing a nice zombie style jog, moaning to a zombie anthem he just made up.

"Gut them, Bite them, Rip their puny little heads off 'cause we are the Zombies." He moaned.

They were walking around for hours and had aquired anther seven zombies into their group and were beggining to look rather corpsy. Mic turned round and saw one of the men zombies eyes roll out of their sockect. It dangled there before the retena snapped off, causing the eye to fall to the ground.

The man bend down and lurched his hand out to pick it up but one of the women stood on it, crushing it, before he could get to it.

"Fuggin' BITCH" the man hollered. the noise echoed all around the street. The man jumped forward and attacked the woman ripping her head of.

"Fuck, zombies have their own language. Cool!" Mic groaned.

Mic went round a corner and found himself where he wanted to be. he was in a residential zone with a street name saying Jules road.

"Yes" Mic moaned. he wandered up to a house that was modern and un-touched by the holocaust. he went up and battered the door down. He wandered inside with the other eight zombies in tow. the lights were on and Mic new where he was going. the ther zombies heard a noise outside and went to find out what was going on.

Mic wandered up the stairs and lurched into the room on his right. An acrid smell entered his nose and Mic new he was right in comong here. He battered the door down and looked inside. The floor was covered in clothes and food. A bed lay in the middle of the room but the cover was hanging over the side. Mic groaned out load and a face popped up ut of the fumes. Jake stood there.

"Oh shit son. it's you. Wadda you want." Jake said. he started at him curriously and realised that something was different from his once friend. "God, No , Please, Please no, how could you do this. You're getting dope off other people, you jackass."

Mic lurched towards him. His friends face had a look of shock on it. He was near his freind and was just about to bite him when he fell over something. He looked down to find that what he had tripped over was a sock.

"Aww that was stupid." He reached out with his hand and grabbed Jake and tripped him up. He bit him hard on the leg.

Jake struggled to his feet and was in tears. "Look man. Just leave me alone. I'lll give you all my dope, just leave me alone though."he wimpered.

"Im going to make you what I am first, then i'm going to take your dope, if i feel like it though." Mic moaned. he was looking at his friend and all of a sudden he felt sorry for him, he felt human again. Jake soon passed out and Mic got to his feet.

He picked up the dope and began to walk out the room. he heard a moan behind him and turned around to see a zombie Jake staring at him.

"No!" Mic gasped. "I didn't mean to steal it. Oh well, you've got to catch me first"

Mic lurched down the stairs as fast as his little zombie legs could carry him. Jake trudged after him through the strees of L.A.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------End of part 5. I think. well same as the rest. If you post posative comments i'll try to continue.

This post has been edited by DarknessGlams on February 14, 2005 08:26 pm

This is funny. Lol. Keep it up. But! Soon, people havve to get armed, you know, and start fight the zombies. Like hte chineese. He was cool.
So, more chineese gun-toting chefs!
EDIT: Got nothing to do, so I wrote down all the different wounds Mic has. Keep it in mind, since even zombies has a limit to damage.

Poor Mic's wounds:
Two Bites in Neck, not much left there.
Shotgun blast at point-Blanc range to left side of the chest, organs spilled out.
Baseball smack at his back, spine probably severely damaged.

This post has been edited by Elite viking on February 14, 2005 08:38 pm

Glad that you like it more now becasue first time you posted about my story you gave me the impression that you didn't really like it. Jake didn't fight back cause he was too stoned and Mall didn't fight back because Mic was too fast for her or something like that. They will get armed soon. That might be how I will end the story or I might end it like Resident Evil (1 or 2)

This post has been edited by DarknessGlams on February 15, 2005 01:11 pm

Oh, sorry for giving the impression that i didnt like it. I was just saying that I didnt get in because of "Sex and drug abuse", but becuase i like zombie stories. I got hooked, and kept reading. I like it a lot! ^^

ah thanks for that.

hurry next part

Mitchell, your sig seems a little... stupid right now. Try placing
[F o n t = I m p a c t] first, then [ / F o n t]
No spaces.
When Hell is full the dead will walk the Earth.Thats where i come in
There we go, after about 20 edits...

This post has been edited by Elite viking on February 20, 2005 02:18 pm