My knife was my only weapon now, I was out of ammo. The sun had gone down not twenty minutes ago. They just kept coming more and more. We had had to run, ours and there blood drying up on us like a shell. We decided to go to the western outskirts and wait out the night there. If we survived this there would be hell to pay at HQ. I thought angrily to my self, I f they were out hear them selfs they would not complain much.
Another one charged me, I took my knife to its mouth first so it couldnt bite me, and with my other arm I pushed it aside. We were almost there; I could almost smell rest and peace. I should have clarified that. One of the things jumped on my back and tried to bring me down, I tossed him off me. All the action was beginning to have an effect on me though, I was getting tired. We finally reached our building he designated from the original fight when we saw something gigantic. Its silhouette was larger then any thing I have ever seen. It emitted a low grumbling sound that was barely audible. It said.
Our hearts bleed for more, we starve for more, you are that more!
Shit. I heard the preacher curse under his breath. It was the first true cussing I had heard him say. I was about to ask him what that thing was when the others caught up.

4
Genetic engineering is an interesting subject,
Especially when it escapes.
Carol Press conference 2011


The wind sounded wicked out side to my ears, and I would have to say it was the same for us all. Where was Scorch? He was supposed to be hear by now. If this was reported correctly then we had only about three more days after today before the army responded. We had held off an attack by these, things that are infected with the type E virus. The house was two stories tall about, after a while we had noticed the disappearance of the mysterious voice, but that only comforted most of us, but not me. I knew why, it was because it meant someone who may not have been infected is dead.
The rats had been the hardest to keep off the second level of the house, where we were holed up. We were taking shifts as night watch now so we could get some rest my watch was first, lucky me.

(hears the next post, i don't wright every day so it took a little bit. )

The way they had attacked us was strange. It was as if they just wanted to herd us not kill us. Only I cant think of why. My shift was only to last about half an hour then I was to wake up Kane. I was watching for anything that might cause concern, though given the way we were chased up hear I doubted finding anything.. Four more minutes and I could go to sleep; I was going to need it after today. One of the rats had bitten me though I didnt tell them, I knew what being bitten meant, so did they.
The four minutes ended and I woke up Kane, went to the bedroom and staked a place on the floor: the bed was filled. It wasnt long before I fell asleep.
****
I was in a room I dont know where. What happened to everyone else? The room was lit by two candles on opposite sides of the room. Something was disturbing about the room, it didnt take me long to figure it out. It was the room of my child hood.. No. it wasnt, it was different in subtitle ways. I had almost missed the absence of a light on the ceiling, and the strange whispers that seemed to float on the air and swirl around me before leaving. I stood hear in jus pants, my feet grew cold on the hard surface, another difference. Was this a dream? I pinched my self nothing happened. At the far end of the room there were five square doors each one, one fourth the size of the last. There were markings on each, of different animals. A plaque over to the side of the doors had strange scribbles that looked like. Yes they did! I went over to the mirror next to the bed and smashed it. I then took one of the peaces and looked at the plaque. The scribbles remained scribbles, well actually they where upside down, no longer backwards. I grabbed one more mirror fragment and held it above the plaque. The words were projected on to the floor for me to read. They said
Beware what you cannot see,
For what lies ahead will not bleed.
Well that was pointless, didnt help me at all in the problem at hand.

(i will continue his dream latter)

hmmm, pretty good so far, only i find it hard to understand a little bit when u switch points of views somtimes

i usually only switch vews in a new section. if you are talking about the last post i didn't switch veiws at all

yeah, i meant when u switch sections u change, i get sorta confused sometimes, just lettin u no

k i'll worck on it

I decided to take another look around the room, I started to hear voices echoing off the walls of the room, they were yelling, some screaming in pain. They were all followed by manic laughter.
I woke up out of the dream to see Carol and the others waiting for me.
Sir we cant get off the top floor. They are still down there.
Then I guess well just have to relax and think of something then, wont we? I said it just a little more sarcastically then I had meant, but its to late to change it. We all got to relaxing at my command. Most of the guys got a card game going, Sarah played chess with Carol, (we had found the game cabinet) Viennese went to take a shower and I tried to go back to sleep. After a wile I gave up and started exploring. Only about five minutes had paced, a few thoughts were bugging me, I decided to go talk to Viennese, her being the only other alone. She was still in the shower but the door was unlocked so I stepped in, closed the door behind me.
I could sue you for this Jones.
Yea I know, I just need to talk to you.
About what? she peaked her head around the shower curtain. Well. Talk!
The letter it was dated wrong and its hand writing looked familiar, its just been bugging me, that and Scorch not showing up, Im thinking of looking for him.
You know we cant get of the top floor.
At least not conventionally.
What do you mean? Come on tell me so I can finish with my shower.
I mean I could go out a window get onto the roof and jump.

nice story lol him peeking in the shower ROLF

i have been looking for a place for him to do that.

i'm thinking about doing another stroy that is a fantisy story, let me know if you think i should or souldn't

This post has been edited by Mr.B on June 27, 2005 09:16 pm

I went to tell the others my plan. Viennese showed up a little bit later to grab her uniform, every guy stared at her, we all were waiting to see if the towel would fall off, it didnt, dont know why we think like that it must be a guy thing. When she came back we started looking for a good window overlooking the roof. It didnt take long to find it and even less time to open it, we more or less just smashed it when it wouldnt move.
I went out crawled across the roof and jumped to the ground from there, Sarah was coming after me and joined me on the ground, she had argued for most of the planning that she had to come, eventually we agreed. So hear she was. We started for the entrance to the neighborhood and found many bodies of infected people, some had bullet holes most had knife slashes all over them, there was dried blood every where.
Looks like Scorches work. Sarah commented as we came across a burnt corpse.
Thats not all, I was examining a used shotgun shell, he had company. We fallowed the body trail to a large office building. Inside we found blood smears and no bodies, this made us nervous. Two days to get the fuck out of hear I kept thinking to myself. We heard something dragging up a head, coming down the stairs, we got our guns ready. It was Scorch.

Hmm, like your story but there are a bit too many commas. If you could lower the comma usuage, that'd be spiffy.

dude i aint see no commas there

I'm Back

This post has been edited by Mr.B on July 11, 2005 06:32 pm

Scorch was badly injured. His whole left side looked as if s dog had mistaken it for its bone. It was a miracle he could still walk. He looked up from the floor and spoke barley over a whisper Shoot me. there was strain in his voice such that we never knew any one would be in so much pain.
We didnt shoot him; although we should have it would have ended his suffering. We couldnt bring our selves to do it. Instead we brought him back to where the others were and started to take care of his wounds. By the afternoon he was delirious, he would not last the night and we knew it. We asked him to tell us what happened and he did. Our problem hear was getting out of hand. We decided to not go looking for the preacher as scorch said he had lost track of him and thought him dead. Instead we were just going to hold up hear until the army arrives. At night we got together and scorch pleaded again for us to kill him, after a little wile we decided to go through with it. We shot him right through the head. He died with a strange little smile across his face. His death was hardest for me and Sarah as we had known him best and was best of friends.

(sorry about how long it took me for the next section to be posted but i have been on vacation)

That night we didnt get any sleep. The Zombies as we now referred to them as broke our defenses. We were forced to climb out the window I volunteered to stay behind and hold them off. I should have remembered what the NAVY stands for (Never Again Volunteer your Self.) I barricaded my self between a tipped over desk and the window I aimed my Uzi at the door and waited. I was getting nervous, my arm began to sway, I had to work harder to hold it steady. The door was locked and barricaded with a Dresser and bed against it. I continued to wait. My team is depending on me. I kept thinking to my self. There came all of a sudden a loud creaking sound as the dresser and bed were slowly being pushed aside and the door open.
The first one came into view and I opened fire, soon they were swarming out the door. I just held the trigger and tried to keep the gun barrel down. Fire, aim, reload, fire, aim, reload. That was what my life was about now. No other thoughts passed through my mind. It didnt take as long as I had thought to run out of ammo for my Uzi. They were too close now for my pistol to keep them off. A stench of rot decay and death hung about the air. I unsheathed my Katana and charged the remaining zombies. Blood smeared my sword and came off in drips as I cut through the first few. They were still mostly human I realized soon and there for had the same weaknesses as humans, cut one in half and it has a hard time staying alive.
The floor squished under my feet and the walls were stained red with blood brains dismembered body parts and various organs were everywhere. I still fought, no thought was in my head then stay alive and make it back to your friends. I was almost to the door when my footing slipped and I landed on the floor on my back. Immediately they all rushed on top of me, biting me, I still fought to get them off me but slowly ever so slowly I was loosing conciseness.