Its supposed to sound like im telling it after it happened.


My name is Richard Jolen. I am 17 and a half and have dark brown eyes, and short uneven spiked hair.

So here i am sitting in my jeep thats going around 60 to 70 miles per hour down the deserted Route 9. Its a tragic day. Black clouds are rolling over the sky. An eerie silence stood in the foggy air. It was hot and sticky out, just like before a huge thunderstorm. I kept speeding, going faster, faster, faster! I must of been going 90 miles per hour now. I heard a strange squeak, and a few bolts (i think) flew out under my jeep. I didn't care though, as i saw something nowone has ever seen before. My mind is flooding with images of her. Bad images. Very bad images.
I was at home with my girlfriend, and she said she didn't feel good. So I took her to the hospital. They couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. Then, she turned a sick pale-greyish color. The doctor made me stand outside and look through a observation glass. She got up from the the stretcher she was laying on. She literally bit one of the doctors in the left arm to be exact. I watched as she ripped out muscle after muscle, the doctor screaming, laying in the corner. Blood spraying everywhere, i ran out of there as fast as i can. I drove off. My eyes filled with tears. I ran outside, to see more people. They were rotted. The smell was horrible. They chased innocent civilians like myself. I heard a human scream, i looked to my right where it was coming from to see a poor, defenseless child. He was about 12. His arm was missing, and blood was spewing out of where is arm should of been. All i could make out in his screaming was "*AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH* GOD PLEASE HELP ME!!! *ARGHHHH* OH PLEASE" as he fell to the ground almost at my foot. Families were being slaughtered.

um wow : P

was that a good wow?

Then i took my jeep, and sped off. So now it begins where i started talking. I was going about 90 miles per hour, and my tire started shaking. The tire flew off, and my jeep leaned to the spot where the missing wheel was. I skidded out and hit a wall. So much for getting out of there with my jeep. I got out, and looked where the tire had been. I checked all around the car, and just as a looked around the back, a mutilated human corpse jumped out from the back and took me to the ground. Its filthy decaying mouth was inches from my face, as i held it away from me. Blood dripped on my shirt. I thought it was the end. I heard a loud noise from right behind me. The zombies head exploded. I got up and looked behind me, to see a man; about 40 years old, holding a smoking winchester in his hands. "Get in." he said, climbing into a large van. I climbed in the back. "Who are you" i said to the man. "Joseph Ghonfield. You?" he said, putting the winchester in the passenger seat of the van. "I- I'm Richard" i said, scared he might be some crazy death obsessed murderer. "Nice to meet you Richard" he said. "Get in that sunroof" he said as it opened. I stood up, to see a small MG-34 implanted on the top. We drove off. Mutilated corpse after corpse we slaughtered, until the van ran out of gas. We got out of the van. "Take this." said joe, handing me a mac-10. I heard moaning. Lots of it. We backed against a large brick wall. Corpses came around the corner. Out from behind the van. Everywhere. We began shooting them, thousands of them fell. But they just kept on coming.

Will this be the end of our friend richard?



Of course not. Then the story would be over if our main character died.

This post has been edited by kylel999 on August 03, 2005 08:06 pm

omg f33db@ck teh plz L0L

That was great, really liked it.

Great, but too compact.

Kepp up the good work !

The zombies closed in around us. Once again, i thought it was the end. They got closer and closer; close enough to reach out and touch. A loud noise became louder and louder; it was a osprey! A man with a large minigun sat on the top and blasted away at the fragile zombie heads. Eventually, after a boring minute of blasting away, they finally stopped. A ladder dropped down from the osprey and Joe and I climbed up. "State your names, survivors" said a soldier. He appeared to be a general. "Richard" "Joe" we said in harmony. We flew off... after a few hours of flying around, i heard the minigun firing again. I heard yelling. I could of sworn i heard a "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" too. I looked outside from the cabin we sat in. I looked down. A large, inhuman "superzombie" sat beneath us. It was black. It was very buff, and most of all, it was about 8 feet tall. The miniguns fired at it. It kept looking up. It jumped up, and grabbed on the osprey. It got in, and all the soldiers stared at it in horror. It took a glance at me. I saw its disgusting rotted face. Its eyes were bloody. Its lower jaw was hanging off......

OMFG TEH FEED MEH BAK PLEEZ!!

OMG LIEK TEH FEEDBACKZORS OR I CANNOT LIEK RITE TEH MOR3 STOREE

um stop talking TWAT and keep going already for christ sake

I slowly pulled out my mac-10 and began firing at its head. It just stood there for a second until it began to slowly walk towards me. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster; it was pounding!!! I had no choice but to steal a parachute and jump out of the osprey. I dodged around the slow moving beast, into the armory and took a parachute (some guns and ammo, too). I parachuted out of the low osprey and landed on a nearby K-Mart. I walked down a staircase leading from the roof to the floor, being cautious for any more undead. I got to the floor and walked around for a bit. I came to the front door. It was boarded up with wooden boards and several sheets of metal. I looked through a small opening between two pieces of wood to see thousands of corpses just walking around. "Oh.. My.. God.." i said softly out loud. After a few minutes of staring in horror, i turned around and began to walk away. I went to the back to look for anything useful. "DIE SUCKER!" i heard from behind me. I whipped around to see a man pointing a large revolver at me. "No! dont sho-" i said, but a "BOOM"ing noise stopped me. A large bullet found its target in my neck. Sending me to the ground almost immediatly. I began to crawl away when he said "Oh no you dont, zombie!" and shot me in the back again. I now lay there, breathing heavily and bleeding excessivly. I closed my eyes. I slowly and painfully began to die. He shot me once more in the back of the head and finally, i sadly, helplessly died.

Sorry about being so critical...

WAY too short...And I dont like the starting...

Might sound like a bitch but - I hated this just when you started talking retardly....