I'm never going to bed again. Never. Every time I do, I end up missing huge chunks of the story

Currently, I have NFI what's going on ATM. As far as I can tell, SOMEONE STOLE MY KILL! OMFG! YOU STOLE MY KILL! AAARGH! WHO AM I GOING TO KILL NOW? AND HAS MY DOG REACHED THE EDGE OF TOWN?

Actually Mic just blew off your kills hand and hand wandered into a store to patch it up.

Well I made a summary last page.... It's 4:45 here... sleepy time.. I better not dream about balf mexicans agian!!!!

Right, I read it...oh, and for future reference - don't make a new post if you forgot/couldn't be bothered to put something into the post before it...there's an edit button for a reason

Alex Keyes

I reached the bottom of the ladder where the sniper lay, groaning in pain. I watched as the dog made a bid for freedom, the note back in its little message capsule. I turned my attention back to the sniper, and levelled my rifle at the sniper. "What kind of complete idiot takes shots at other survivors?" I asked.

I didn't notice the sniper's shotgun until he shot me in the chest, making me fly backwards into the wall. I got to my feet, and started firing after him as he ran as fast as possible for cover.

As I hid behind a skip, I looked at the damage on my Kevlar vest. "Damn," I murmured. The guy had completely wrecked it. I was lucky it hadn't penetrated the vest and killed me.

Buckshot ricochetted around my cover. I stuck my gun over the skip and let off some blind fire. Some swearing indicated that I had come close to hitting the sniper. "Having fun back there?" I asked.

"Screw you!" he shouted back.

I readied myself, and hurled myself out from behind my cover, firing at the sniper's hiding place. He launched himself out, firing shell after shell at me.

As I hit the floor, I rolled back to my feet, and clicked empty. He did likewise. Unfortunately for him, I had several more weapons close to hand.

I drew my Beretta, but he kicked it away. I didn't have time to watch where it landed - I had to block the man's next punch. I swept the next few punches aside, and slammed my fist into his nose.

As he staggered back, I headbutted him, and drove my knee into his groin. He collapses, trying not to be sick. "What's your name, pal?" I asked, taking a pair of cuffs I had taken from one of the dead police officers I had encountered.

"Rick," he wheezed.

"Well, Rick, I'm going to do you a favour. I'm going to let you live." I attacked one cuff to one of his wrists. "However, I'm going to cuff you to this railing, and leave you for the undead when they arrive."

"No...you can't..."

"Oh, yes, I can." I attached the other end of the cuff to a railing, and picked up my guns. "And I will." I saw some undead come round the corner. "Ciao, buddy."

I climbed up the ladder, and continued across the rooftops, listening as Rick's cries for help got weaker. Then, I spun round, and hurled a satchel charge into the alley, and detonated it. "Have a nice day..." I murmured, continuing on my way.

If for some reason you want Rick to live, you can say he managed to get behind the skip or something. That would be realistic, wouldn't it?

Let's just create a zombie dog that eat his balls. That damn Bastard.

(Jesus Christ you people post too much! Slow down...I'm not even going to bother with reading all of it, since half of the posts seemed to be dealing with SEXUAL FRUSTRATION! That makes baby Jesus cry...

Anyways, I'll tell why I didn't do much I suppose.)

Jeph Phillips

I looked around a bit and noticed I was still in the RPD; I had passsed out from exhaustion. I slowly stood up and wlaked out of the Police Station (not my house) and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I looked around and noticed it was extra quiet...no birds, no gun shots, no nothing.

It felt great...

Not sexual frustration. Just flying condoms. And cait destroying the walmart trice.

John and Cait came running up the stairs, Nick was passed out on the ground... right outside his room. His face was in the floor and he wasnt moving at all.

John came out of the stair well first and saw Nick, he ran over to him. He knelt down and nudged Nick, then felt for a pulse. There was one. Cait came over, knelt down next to john.

"What... what is wrong with him?" she asked.

"I dont know..." He Murmured.

"wha.. wha.. what?" Nick whispered as his eyes slowly opened.

"Nick! Whats wrong!" screamed Cait.

"The-they- na-name- i-is *choke choke* *cough cough*" nick siad as he started to choke.

"He needs CPR!!!!!! CPR!!!!" screamed Cait.

She Preformed CPR, nick came back up.

John sighed.

"I dont remember at all *throws up a red pill*" I Said.

"Somebody must have drugged him..." Said John.

"Oh yeah, and I'm not uneasy or whatever, if you had realized in the wallmart... Did you realize the smell... i smoked weed, i thought i was going to die... it wore off by the time I left the wallmart. And i told you not to back stab me..." I Said.

"Oh" Said john.

We Went back down stairs, and John told the Squad about what happened, and that they should trust Nick.
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MIC YOU BASTARD!

BASTERD ! He dii that on purpose !

*Shoot nick before cait does Cpr*

and...

*BEEP*
Errors !

""Oh yeah, and I'm not uneasy or whatever, if you had realized in the wallmart... Did you realize the smell... i smoked weed, i thought i was going to die... it wore off by the time I left the wallmart. And i told you not to back stab me..." I Said."


Wtf ? How the hell you'd know that ?

Ow and someones who smokes weed while zombies are everywhere is mentally unstable..

Caitlen Florance

"There's practically no food supplies here," Carl said. "There's maybe enough for... a day with all the people here. Me and my squad are going to a corner store we saw a block away. You guys stay here. And cover us while we go."

"Wait..." Cait said. "I wanna go to."

"And Me," said Tom taking holding his M16.

"Alright. John, Nick, ALyx cover us!!!!"

Carl and the rest jumped over the lounge couch barricade they made. They ran for the other side of the street.

Weapons - Revovler

Mic dont be a bitch, and no they arn't all right... forget that part man or what ever... THEY TRUST ME ASSHOLE!!!!! ALRIGHT!!!

Uh oh, tension builds between Nick and John.... I feel a sex scene... I mean fight scene coming up.... Right now there's only You and John in the lounge... and Alyx. Maybe you and John can fight and like the zombies can ALOMOST overtake the hotel?[B]

i dunno mabey this is a good idea
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Nick realizes that there are over 50 zombies following them....

"Fuck..." He muttered.

he turned to John.

"John... I need To ask you something." Nick whispered.

"yeah?" he asked

"Tell Cait I love her, oh yeah... I'm still pissed at you!" HE SCREAMED AND RAN INTO THE STREET AND STARTED THROWING DYNOMITE AND SHOOTING AT ZOMBIES. They Started To Folow him and he ran around the corner.

More Explosions happened, blowing flesh everywere, Nick was now shooting into the corwd that was folowing him. He Shot his last shot of His M1 and it exploded a zombies head. HE Started to gun at them with his colts, by that time he found the dead body of a soldier. He had a SAW. Nick grabbed it And Fired into the crowd. Now he was out of sight, more shots happend, one lasts HUGE explosion and everything was silent.

I-AM-NOT-GAY ! (dunno for nick)

hmm... allright. But don't smoke weed now or I'll kick your ass.

John Akan

"WHAT THE FUCK ! NICK ! NOOOOOOO !"

Explosions everywhere. Zombies flying. One landed at my feet, still alive. I shot it with my boomstick.
Nick was firing everywhere... it was like... a hurricane... he killed almost 100 zombies.
One final explosion, and then, nothing...

Evreything remained silent.

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<offtopic> john : Nick you're ok ?
"I'm not nick."
"Then who are you ?"
"I am the past, present and future. I am phil."
"Phil. This is not your topic here GET THE FUCK OUT"
*Begins to shoot phil"
</offtopic>

This post has been edited by Mic2070 on August 04, 2005 12:26 am

Carl Madarang

"Alright, David Craig. You guys on doors. Cait and Tom go get food and drinks. Try to start off with chips. I'll be in the back."

Carl went in the storage area and found two bodies on the floor. He checked their pulse... dead. Checked the drawers and found what he was looking for. A gun. it was another berreta, he might as well give it to Tom because he only had an M16.

"Sir we need to get going!!!! NOW!!!"Craig screamed.

"Cait!!! TOM!!! RUN FOR THE HOTEL!!!! JUST BRING WHATEVER YOU CAN!!!!"

Carl ran to the front of the store and saw what was wrong. A wave of zombies were approaching from the east. Carl ran to the candy stacks and shoved five bars in his pants. He picked up a six pack of beer and threw his M16 to David. He drew his Deagle and ran for the Hotel. Shit!!! The front of the hotel was full of zombies!!!! What were those guys doing!!???

"Quick you guys!!! In the apartment building next door!!!!!"

Weapons - 2 Deagle(x25) - Berreta(x15)
Items - Radio