Off the boarder of New York...

"Have you completed the test?" said Scientist 1. "Not quite yet, I must put it in the freezing chamber before we deploy tonight." said Scientist 2. "This is the most productive project we have done yet, don't mess it up!" yelled Scientist 1 "This liquid contains a radioactive substance that damages the brain and the nervous systems. The test may be the greatest weapon when completed. Now meet me at the chopper, I'll be waiting."

In the secret underground lab of unknown tests and products, the workers are constructing a deadly weapon they call the "Virus." It's named like that because the radioactive chemicals that are in it spread very fast through the body. Of course the virus does nothing unless it has a host. A perfect host as the human.

Scientist 2 walks over to the table with a steel plated suitcase inputed with viruses and anti-viruses. He takes the tube from the test and throws it against the wall. While Scientist 1 is waiting at the helicopter, Scientist 2 quickly walks through the back door to his car and drives alway, fast. He flicks on his radio and says "It's begining to escape to the city, sir." A raspy voice says "Good, is your friend still at the chopper? If so, he's already infected. The "Virus" will continue to infect more, and more as we will be safe at the base, good job Greg Thompson."

Scientist 1 is at the helicopter and choking insanely. As brutal as it is, it will soon happen to the whole city. Greg Thompson was crazed, along with hes friend over the radio. They planed to deplete the virus long time ago. They finally got the chance for their evil plan to really work. This is the story of The Hunt.





Wayne Burter was a complete normal man, working out and living in a house with his
girlfriend, Jen Terry. Wayne went down to the local store to get some food to bring back. Driving in his car, he suddenly hit a slowly walking bloodstained man. He gets out scaried and shocked. He checks the man's pulse, getting hes fingers red with blood. He turns around and is completely nervous. Wayne has no clue what to do. He turns back to the man. Right before his eyes, the man gets up and cracks his neck. Wayne was really proud he didn't kill him. Then the man said one deep, rough word..."Ugghhh." Wayne didn't know how to respond, so he asked him to repeat.
The man reached for Wayne and grabbed him with thrust. The man started to go for his arm to sink his worn-out chipped teeth into. Wayne is once again shocked as he holds back the man with much force. Waynes able to fight off the bloody man and he gets back in his car, with a bloody windsheild. He drives swiftly down the road to the market. To his dismay, the same bloodstained neighbors were there too. He would dare not to get out of his car at all. Wayne makes a quick U turn to drive back to his house. On this side of the street it looks just fine, but once he steps inside his long gone sweet home, he almost practically dies. His girlfriend soaked in blood, lays dead on the ground with the flesh eating people chewing on her body. He runs the other way up the stairs and to the attic where he locks himself in for 3 days.

When Wayne Burter finally decides to check outside he opens a box labeled "Home Rifles." He gets out a undusted clean hunting rifle, he picks up a crowbar and breaks open the attic window. As he oversees the neighborhood, he falls over. He sees the creatures ,who ate his girlfriend, roaming around the torned streets. He sits in one spot untill he hears yelling."Scout the streets for survivers, destroy any enemys!" Wayne is reliefed to see a street tank with the words inprinted on the side "US ARMY"
Wayne yells from the window and asks for assistance. The troopers shoot their way to the window and ask me one question, "Are you infected?"I responded quickly and said no. The trooper spotted a steel plated suitcase. He says "Whats that?"I went over to get it and once I open it, I couldn't belive my eyes..."The anti-virus." said Wayne. The trooper asked me where did I get the suitcase. They have been searching everywhere for it. I never had such an object in this attic."A stranger did ask to stay one night up here, his name was Greg Thompson I think." The trooper thought for a moment..."I think I know him, he knows a lot about some test as he said. Lets move soldiers! Lets get to him as quickly as we can."

And off the US ARMY went, with Wayne Burter. A hunt was set for Greg Thompson.
They took the Suitcase to the US ARMY Medical Research and they figured out what caused all this. They knew the truth now. They even knew how the creatures spread the virus. One scratch or bite on the skin creates a ticking clock inside. A clock which once expires, you become just like them.

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Pt.1 is finished, please comment on this story and tell me if you want Pt.2.
My first story on the forums, hoped you liked it!

This post has been edited by Joker on September 28, 2005 02:42 am

^^^^^^^
READ THIS. Thank you for cooperating.

This post has been edited by Joker on September 28, 2005 11:10 pm

sweeeeett WELL WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR WRITE MORE

This seems to have an interesting plot, but its kind of muddled by grammar. Try and keep the verb tense in the same region (mixing present tense with past tense can become confusing).

Keep writing!

Okay, I wrote another story posted in my other thread.

This post has been edited by Joker on September 28, 2005 11:13 pm

Don't make two threads for it, please.

***Pt.2 *** ---ENJOY---

The wind was low, quite and swift. Another day in the city of the virus. Population of residents completely zero. But for the undead horde, endless. New York city has been swept up by the virus, no surviers in this region. But the West coast is forming an oncoming resistance against the undead. A war is was about to
begin only to decide existence. A war like no other. The Hunt Pt.2.

My name is Wayne Burter and I joined the resistance against the undead as soon as I was rescued from them. Everyday we must fight those vile creatures, everyday we must count on our partners to help us and everyday is a new challenge for survival. I stay in my own group called the Front Collage. It's our job to find Greg Thompson ,the man who started this rage, for a search and capture. My group is made of only 6 troops including me, and today...we will find Greg or die trying.

"Load up the Jeeps and refill the fuel!" I yelled "Everybody move into the jeep!"
The jeep started up and went scrictly fast to our destination. A medic sat next to me and said, "Wow it's you, Wayne!" he said. "Yeah, what do you need?" I said. "Nothing I was just meeting you." the medic said. I sat there for a little, thinking about what happened to my girlfriend. The medic said, "So Wayne, you know that those things out there can infect you right?" "Yes, you should always keep your eyes open." I said. "Its crazy how one scratch can cause this! I don't want to become one of those people.?" he said. "Then stick with me." I said proudly. The medic said, "Thank you so much, I'll be a great soldier, don't worry!" I said "I won't. OK, lets move out soldiers." My team got out and we just stood there looking at the big ruined apartment we were dropped off at. Some voice radioed in and said, "Alright guys, your misson is to move inside and spot the command radio. Some of our soldiers left it there when they died." As a group, we moved in slick and sly. A scary reaction happened to me as I noticed some of the undead. "Aim for the heads guys!" I said. We conserved our ammo as best as we could but we were already running low. We walked up to the entrance. Some teammember said, "This place is huge!" And he was right, it was pretty big. There was a hole in the roof. We checked it carefully and all of a sudden a multilated body dropped down and fell hard, with a crack. It was a soldier of the resistance I could tell. "Get to the roof! I think the command radio is up there." I said. I moved my team up stairs and surpirisingly, there were no sights of the undead. We got to the stairs and walked to the top, unharmed, and at the door that opens to the roof. One of the soldiers opened it quick with a strong jerk. At first I couldn't move, speak, or breathe when I saw what was up there. It was the command radio! But only with hundreds of the undead around it.

It was the most frightning thing I've seen since my utterly scary veiw from my attic. We quickly spread out and started to climb on to of the higher sections. We did not shoot unless we needed to, they undead couldn't even reach us. We were glad to see we could walk all the way to the radio. One teammate started reaching for it. "I need help guys!" He said. We rushed over there to help him out. We were holding his legs as he tried to quickly grab it. I couldn't hold on any longer and I yelled "Get up here!" The team mate said "Hold on almost there!" Once again I yelled "Get up now!" He said "ALMOST THERE!" I had a stinging pain in my arms, I couldn't hold on any longer. The worst thing happened next. I dropped him, along as the rest of the team did because they couldn't hold on much longer either. Right before our eyes, we watched our good teammate get ripped apart while screaming in a tone I couldn't bare. I quickly swept the command radio up and for the rest of the way we ran staggered. The jeep was waiting right out from and we all jumped in and drove off quickly.

When we got to the base we tried to turn on the command radio. Unfortunally, it was broken. "We did all that for nothing and only to lose a teammate?" I said. I was filled with anger. I took the radio and threw in dead on the ground. The radio was supposed to be able to talk to the base of Greg Thompson. But today I guess it couldn't happen. Suddenly the radio started working somehow and it said, "Hello? Hello? Is anybody there? This is Greg Thompson on the radio. Hello?" It was amazing. The radio started working and Greg was on the radio. I started to talk and say, "Greg? We are survivers from the disaster." I didn't know why greg was on the radio and he is our primary target but I tried to be reasonable and not let him know that we were enemys.

Seems though we found Greg. I haven't really located him but this was a good way to start. Maybe we will locate him, and maybe we will neutralize him, who knows. All I know is, we are further in The Hunt.

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Pt.2 is finished, please comment on this story and tell me if you want Pt.3.
Hoped you liked it! smile.gif