I’m going to use this thread to create short stories about users from these forums.
My first story will include the following members:
Phoneutria
Lev Mushkin
Mannequin
Arcturus Descending
This story will be about how these four members are locked inside of a house, way out in the boondocks, defending thesemlevs against zombies.
Here is goes:
[size=150]Carnage Ville[/size]
The year is 2015 - the location is Groton, NY in upstate New York. Four strangers cross paths, in the middle of nowhere, barricading themselves inside of an abandoned house in the countryside. An unknown contagion has plagued the globe causing humans to devour the flesh of their fellow men. Nobody knows what caused it, or how to cure it. Some say it is the wrath of God. Whatever the case, people have formed tribes, primitive encampments fortified with heavy weaponry. Lawlessness abounds. All is reduced to base survival.
Mark ( Mannequin ) is a street-smart hustler, who does not play well with others.
Saphira ( Arcturus Descending ) is a humanitarian worker, who specializes in emergency medical treatment.
George ( Lev Muishkin ) is a Left-wing activist, who is struggling to make sense of the world, due to being exposed to its true nature.
Alejandra ( Phoneutria ) is a Brazilean national, who moved to upstate NY eight years ago to attend university for bio-chemical engineering.
Mark is driving a Harley Night Rod Special, that he stole from a local gas station. He is equipped with a hunting knife and a sawed-off shotgun. He will be the first one to enter the house. On his way to find shelter, Mark discovers three zombies at the end of the road. He slowly pulls his bike to the side and walks fearlessly towards the three walking corpses that used to be human beings. He is keenly aware of his environment, a natural hunter. He decides not to use his shot-gun, in order to remain low-key. As he gets within reach, he pulls out his hunting knife, a 7 inch blade, and slashes the zombie on the left, clean through the throat. He then quickly attacks the one in the middle, slicing its hand off that tried to grab him. He finishes this one off the same way he did the first. The last one was a lagger, walking around with a broken ankle. Since Mark could take his time with this one, he decided to chain it up to the back of his motorcycle and drag it alongside the road, until it was reduced to nothing. Mark was diagnosed with sociopathic personality disorder, when he was only nine. He has been in and out of correctional facilities, essentially, his entire life. He is a hardened criminal, a lone-wolf just looking to survive and have some fun in the process, hence his cruel and unusual punishments inflicted on the zombies.
About ten miles down the road, Mark discovers a drive-way leading up a hill. He decides to find shelter, before night dawns. He rides up the driveway, keenly surveying his surrounding. He discovers the house. Its doors and windows are open, which in his mind signify that other people have been there, used it perhaps for the same reasons. Armed with his shot-gun, he slowly walks on the patio. It creeks, making a lot of noise, so he walks even slower. He enters, shotgun pressed firmly against his shoulder, as he scans the living room. Dead silent. He now walks up the stairs, leading to the bedrooms. Upon reaching the last step, a loud noise startles him: Boooom!!! A thunderous, abrupt noise from the farthest room. Adrenaline is pumping through Mark’s veins, his heart pounding. He is no coward and continues on, facing whatever it is that lies behind that door. He slowly approaches…
( To be continued )
I’d prefer people to PM with any comments/questions, so that the thread is clean, when I continue the story.
Thank you
