He was trapped. He pulled out the the 9mm and fired into the crowd. Cornered he vowed to take as many down as he could. He reloaded, suddenly, he became aware of more gunfire, not his own. The zombies turned from him and head towards the door where Ryan Scanlan stood between panes of freshly shattered glass. Rapid shotgun fire pierced the determination and coordination from the zombies and they began to scramble in different directions. Firing their shotguns Ryan and Garrett moved closer together tag teaming the diminishing crowd of the undead.
*
Karl Gfall held his revolver in front of him as he scanned the room through dark, narrowed eyes. Communication Arts was deserted and he cross the barrier into Wyllie. Hurtling up and sweeping down stars he covered all floors and found nothing. Silence.
*
Glaring at the mounds of fallen, he lowered his gaze and Garrett spat on the ground. Ryan began to smash the skulls of the zombies who were beginning to crawl and stagger to their feet with a hatchet that he pulled from a belt loop. Understandingly, Garrett began to pump a 9mm bullet into each of the nightmares.
Ryan paused for a second, knelt and picked up a disembodied head. The head was grotesque and covered in coagulated blood. The hair that Ryan gripped the head by had become matted. The eyes slowly grew focus and the jaws began snapping at his wrist hungrily. Garret walked up to it watching in disgust the mandibles chomped at Ryan, who was out of reach by a foot. He pulled his shotgun from his back held it between the zombies eyes. And without speaking he spat in the zombies face, it glared at him, roared and he pulled the trigger mercilessly. Grinning maliciously, Garrett nodded to Ryan in satisfaction.
*
The Snickers was gone. His sixty cents seemed wasted now that his stomach was still growling. Mike Benson stood up and walked to the Computer Science Lab door. Looking out the window, he gasped moments before it smashed as a hand punched through it and clenched his throat and drug him through the sharp-edged opening.
*
Walking into Brickstone he first noticed blood on the table. A lot of blood. Karl swept through the cafe quickly, holstered his revolver and drew his cleaver. If anything came at him on the stairs, he would never have time to aim. He heard a whisper behind him, a pained mutter, he turned.
From under a table Ryan Montross gaped at him, open mouthed.
“Karl...she...Sam...”
Karl had seen enough, he decapitated Ryan in a single swipe of the cleaver. Getting closer to investigate, he verified the bite marks and slid the blade through the severed neck and pierced the brain and let the blade crack the skull and the cleaver slid the the scalp of the pre-zombie head. He kicked off the head with a black-booted foot and walked out the door, heading back to the Ranger Hall dorms.
*
There was little struggle getting to room 442. Ryan and Karl's dorm. Ryan and Garrett did not see a single zombie but had spent nearly an hour making sure no zombie in the basement would walk again.
Sliding the key into the lock Ryan opened he door and relocked it before letting it close slowly behind him.
“It finally happened.”
“Zombies. Everywhere.”
“Where did it start?”
“How did it start?”
“Why are we asking these questions...?” inquired Garrett. “Fact is, we are stuck in this shit, and we need to decide now. Salvage what we can of Parkside and play the heroes...or...run like hell. Both are doable. But what do we do?”
“Save ourselves and have life? Or risk it all and save who we can...” Ryan thought outloud.
Garrett rose from the bed, loaded and pumped his shotgun. Ryan stood up and followed Garrett from the room.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Infected Parkside (Part 2)
Mike Benson sprinted down the hall, pulled open Molinaro's door and jogged past the art rooms. Rushing past the vending machine, he halted sharply. Man...a Snickers sounds fantastic... Reaching into the depth of his khaki cargo pants he started to grab the elusive coins in his pockets. Slinking over the vending machine he plugged a few coins in the machine, swore, and dug in his pockets again. Pulling out his hand gripping a nickel he punched in the number and was rewarded with a Snickers and the crash of a shattering window. Snickers in hand, he sprinted back down the hall away from the zombie clinging to the frame of the window.
*
Somehow, unlocking and pushing he door open seemed less criminal-like than stepping through the shattered pane. Stepping into the Buick, Garrett Radant put the shotgun on the passenger seat and cradled the 9mm in his lap. He turned the key and rather than reversing; he hopped over the curb and spun around and out of Guns 'n Gadgets vacant parking lot. Turned left and headed back to Parkside.
*
Sam Schwartz had pushed the dresser in front of her door, she was currently sitting on her laptop, unharmed and not in any immediate danger within her control to change. Her window smashed open and a arm waved wildly around the frame to clear the glass away. How did I possibly forget the window!? She screamed as a head began to enter the small apartment room. Ryan Montross looked at her, glanced out the window again.
"It's all clear, come on. We have to get out of here. The main building is a lot more open than this. We'll go in through Brickstone."
Sam just looked at him before saying slowly,"I don't kno-"
"Fine! I have to go, I was already spotted once and got away...if you are coming, I will wait for two minutes in Brickstone. That's it." Ryan sprinted off. Sam crawled out the window and her her phone vibrate on the desk. Falling back into room; she glanced around before grabbing her phone and turning back to the window.
*
Pacing back and forth Ryan M. glared at the door as it opened slowly. Too frightened to go on alone, he waited a full ten minutes for Sam to get there. She walked in at sat at a booth clutching her neck.
"I fell getting out the window." She stated simply.
"Maybe we should get that checked out..." he trailed off as the wound began to gush profusely and then slow down as if it had been clotting for a half hour. "...Sam?"
She looked at him, death in her eyes. Rip. Tear. Kill. Infect.
*
Garrett pulled into Parkside in front of the Ranger Hall. Getting out slowly he tucked the 9mm pistol into the back of his jeans and picking up the pump-action shotgun. He turned toward the dorms... gripped the shotgun.
"When I'm done with this...I want some god damned potato chips."
*
Karl Gfall had arrived at Parkside just outside of the Communication Arts building. He got out, prepared for the worst with cleaver and an 8-shot revolver from Guns 'n Gadgets that he had purchased just last week. He entered the unlocked door.
*
Emily Evenson ran to her RA's room on the first floor. Pounding on the door, it slowly opened. Emily barged in, looked at Courtney once and screamed. Silence.
*
Mike Benson swiped his Ranger ID and typed in 5623 and entered the solitude of the cumputer science lab. He bit into his Snickers and crawled under a desk.
*
Ryan Scanlan popped over the curb and into the Ranger Hall parking lot.
*
Garrett Radant found himself firing the shotgun through the glass of the Ranger Hall doors. Dozens of infected classmates charged him as he fired into the mass. He tripped over a crowbar that was lying in the parking lot, obviously a makeshift weapon of someone long gone...He suddenly found himself cornered...
*
Somehow, unlocking and pushing he door open seemed less criminal-like than stepping through the shattered pane. Stepping into the Buick, Garrett Radant put the shotgun on the passenger seat and cradled the 9mm in his lap. He turned the key and rather than reversing; he hopped over the curb and spun around and out of Guns 'n Gadgets vacant parking lot. Turned left and headed back to Parkside.
*
Sam Schwartz had pushed the dresser in front of her door, she was currently sitting on her laptop, unharmed and not in any immediate danger within her control to change. Her window smashed open and a arm waved wildly around the frame to clear the glass away. How did I possibly forget the window!? She screamed as a head began to enter the small apartment room. Ryan Montross looked at her, glanced out the window again.
"It's all clear, come on. We have to get out of here. The main building is a lot more open than this. We'll go in through Brickstone."
Sam just looked at him before saying slowly,"I don't kno-"
"Fine! I have to go, I was already spotted once and got away...if you are coming, I will wait for two minutes in Brickstone. That's it." Ryan sprinted off. Sam crawled out the window and her her phone vibrate on the desk. Falling back into room; she glanced around before grabbing her phone and turning back to the window.
*
Pacing back and forth Ryan M. glared at the door as it opened slowly. Too frightened to go on alone, he waited a full ten minutes for Sam to get there. She walked in at sat at a booth clutching her neck.
"I fell getting out the window." She stated simply.
"Maybe we should get that checked out..." he trailed off as the wound began to gush profusely and then slow down as if it had been clotting for a half hour. "...Sam?"
She looked at him, death in her eyes. Rip. Tear. Kill. Infect.
*
Garrett pulled into Parkside in front of the Ranger Hall. Getting out slowly he tucked the 9mm pistol into the back of his jeans and picking up the pump-action shotgun. He turned toward the dorms... gripped the shotgun.
"When I'm done with this...I want some god damned potato chips."
*
Karl Gfall had arrived at Parkside just outside of the Communication Arts building. He got out, prepared for the worst with cleaver and an 8-shot revolver from Guns 'n Gadgets that he had purchased just last week. He entered the unlocked door.
*
Emily Evenson ran to her RA's room on the first floor. Pounding on the door, it slowly opened. Emily barged in, looked at Courtney once and screamed. Silence.
*
Mike Benson swiped his Ranger ID and typed in 5623 and entered the solitude of the cumputer science lab. He bit into his Snickers and crawled under a desk.
*
Ryan Scanlan popped over the curb and into the Ranger Hall parking lot.
*
Garrett Radant found himself firing the shotgun through the glass of the Ranger Hall doors. Dozens of infected classmates charged him as he fired into the mass. He tripped over a crowbar that was lying in the parking lot, obviously a makeshift weapon of someone long gone...He suddenly found himself cornered...
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Infected Parkside Part 1
Ghastly. Lights flashed once and vanished, a moment later the back-up generator kicked on the scarce illumination. Darkness gripped the corners and held fast in every bedroom, where the Parkside students whispered in the silence normally broken by electronics. Power failure. A faint hiss was heard just beyond Garrett's door. Room 440. Instinctively, Garrett awoke his roommate and ran to look through the eye piece. Blackness. A flicker of generator powered lighting. Gone. Whispers. A soft scraping on his door forced him to back away from it in a wave of panic. Mustering up courage, he glanced again through the eye piece, nothing. And yet...he felt watched. Staring intently at the door of room 441 he noticed dime-sized hole in the door, scanning what he could, he saw the cylindrical scope of room 441 lying on the floor and he dared to return his eyes to the opposite door. Crimson oozed down the door in front of him. A muffled scream from the fifth floor, glancing back a humanoid figure fell past the window. Silence ensued shortly after the soft thud. Hurried footsteps.
“Kyle, we have to get the hell out of here. Grab your keys.” He said shortly after briefing him on what he just saw. A nightmare came true in Kyles eyes.
Groggy with fear, Kyle grabbed his keys and bent down into the closet. Shuffling around he came up with several Cut Co. knives that he had sold the previous summer.
“Steak or Chicken?” he muttered.
“Chicken.” Garrett spoke before grabbing the carving knife while Kyle kept the butcher for himself.
Walking over to the towel racks, Garrett hit the bars lose with the palm of his hand tossed one to Kyle and put the other into his left hand. Unlocking the door, he looked back at Kyle, nodded and kicked it open. The generator failed. Pitch black.
“C'mon” Garrett whispered to Kyle. The door across the hall creaked open, Avery glared at us both in the faint glow coming from his cell phone.
“What the hell?” he called out as Kyle hugged him out of fear.
Stepping away from Avery, Kyle muttered,”Dude...you bleedin'?”
Garrett immediately swung the towel bar across his body and connected solidly with Avery's face and ran, pulling Kyle along with him. They heard another thud and Garrett knew that Avery had fallen. The lights clicked on. But all was quiet.
“Man...let's take the elevator.” Garrett said and Kyle agreed also out of breath and high on adrenaline.
The elevator was small and seemed so cramped even though they had ridden in hundreds of times before. Jerking to a stop the lights flashed out with a dramatic powering down sound. The shut-down elevator felt like a tomb.
“We should be right at the 2nd floor landing” Garrett stated blankly.
“Knives?” Garrett handed Kyle his weapons and he began to pry the doors open...Kyle stood ready both arms cocked back with blades ready to take flight.
More hurried footsteps just outside the door. A ear-splitting female scream.
The door was half open, it was enough to squeeze through. Kyle hand him his bars and the lights shot on. The elevator closed and raced to the basement with Kyle still inside. Alone. Breathing heavy, he said a prayer and hissed,”Fuckin' zombies.”
Racing to the stairs without a backward glance, Garrett became aware of a murmuring that seemed to come from the walls themselves. On the first floor landing he heard glass shattering below him...Kyle was stuck in that, if not already dead. As an after thought he turned, went outside and slid over the balcony that overlooked the Ranger Hall parking lot.
*
Kyle was cornered in the elevator, three zombies were pressing in on him. Tactfully he slit one monsters throat, it fell simultaneously with another that he bashed in the face with the towel rack. Kneeing another one and throwing it into the back of the elevator, he was left weaponless.
Sprinting from the elevator, he was clotheslined by a fourth and final zombie. It pinned him to the wall, tore open his chest with it's teeth and dropped him to the ground. Kyle was infected. Bleeding from the chest, he passed out for a brief moment, slipping on the wet floor, he crawled to the knife that he had previously used. He grabbed the blade and without another thought pierced his heart just as he started to choke on his own blood and minutes before he would begin to crave for others.
*
Garrett had arrived at Kyle's Buick. No Kyle. Hustling the the hood of the car, he dropped to his stomach, grabbed the spare key, got up and started the car.
He screeched the tires as he hopped over a curb.
He sped through stop signs and pulled in front of “Guns 'n Gadgets”. Throwing his towel rack at the window cam without hesitation and he walked through the shattered mess without a second thought. Hopping over the counter he grabbed a pump-action shotgun, shells and a 9mm pistol with sufficient ammunition....
To be continued...
“Kyle, we have to get the hell out of here. Grab your keys.” He said shortly after briefing him on what he just saw. A nightmare came true in Kyles eyes.
Groggy with fear, Kyle grabbed his keys and bent down into the closet. Shuffling around he came up with several Cut Co. knives that he had sold the previous summer.
“Steak or Chicken?” he muttered.
“Chicken.” Garrett spoke before grabbing the carving knife while Kyle kept the butcher for himself.
Walking over to the towel racks, Garrett hit the bars lose with the palm of his hand tossed one to Kyle and put the other into his left hand. Unlocking the door, he looked back at Kyle, nodded and kicked it open. The generator failed. Pitch black.
“C'mon” Garrett whispered to Kyle. The door across the hall creaked open, Avery glared at us both in the faint glow coming from his cell phone.
“What the hell?” he called out as Kyle hugged him out of fear.
Stepping away from Avery, Kyle muttered,”Dude...you bleedin'?”
Garrett immediately swung the towel bar across his body and connected solidly with Avery's face and ran, pulling Kyle along with him. They heard another thud and Garrett knew that Avery had fallen. The lights clicked on. But all was quiet.
“Man...let's take the elevator.” Garrett said and Kyle agreed also out of breath and high on adrenaline.
The elevator was small and seemed so cramped even though they had ridden in hundreds of times before. Jerking to a stop the lights flashed out with a dramatic powering down sound. The shut-down elevator felt like a tomb.
“We should be right at the 2nd floor landing” Garrett stated blankly.
“Knives?” Garrett handed Kyle his weapons and he began to pry the doors open...Kyle stood ready both arms cocked back with blades ready to take flight.
More hurried footsteps just outside the door. A ear-splitting female scream.
The door was half open, it was enough to squeeze through. Kyle hand him his bars and the lights shot on. The elevator closed and raced to the basement with Kyle still inside. Alone. Breathing heavy, he said a prayer and hissed,”Fuckin' zombies.”
Racing to the stairs without a backward glance, Garrett became aware of a murmuring that seemed to come from the walls themselves. On the first floor landing he heard glass shattering below him...Kyle was stuck in that, if not already dead. As an after thought he turned, went outside and slid over the balcony that overlooked the Ranger Hall parking lot.
*
Kyle was cornered in the elevator, three zombies were pressing in on him. Tactfully he slit one monsters throat, it fell simultaneously with another that he bashed in the face with the towel rack. Kneeing another one and throwing it into the back of the elevator, he was left weaponless.
Sprinting from the elevator, he was clotheslined by a fourth and final zombie. It pinned him to the wall, tore open his chest with it's teeth and dropped him to the ground. Kyle was infected. Bleeding from the chest, he passed out for a brief moment, slipping on the wet floor, he crawled to the knife that he had previously used. He grabbed the blade and without another thought pierced his heart just as he started to choke on his own blood and minutes before he would begin to crave for others.
*
Garrett had arrived at Kyle's Buick. No Kyle. Hustling the the hood of the car, he dropped to his stomach, grabbed the spare key, got up and started the car.
He screeched the tires as he hopped over a curb.
He sped through stop signs and pulled in front of “Guns 'n Gadgets”. Throwing his towel rack at the window cam without hesitation and he walked through the shattered mess without a second thought. Hopping over the counter he grabbed a pump-action shotgun, shells and a 9mm pistol with sufficient ammunition....
To be continued...
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Infected Parkside I Introduction...by Garrett R
This is a story I wrote about my friends and I if we were to witness the zombie apocalypse, during the 1st semester. A few things I am going to do with this thread, first off, I will be posting one part per week, so please, continue to check back routinely.
Second, this story is NOT edited, as my other writing would normally be...so please, bare with the minor errors and minuscule plot holes...I wrote this, then posted it after a speed edit to ensure I had not made any DRASTIC errors.
Third, these zombies are similar to the zombies that are in Max Brooks novels and most movies. They are NOT the hybrids we see in Left 4 Dead.
Finally, read for some highly cliche zombie moments and not for the "in depth" accuracy.
Please enjoy...
Peace- Garrett R.
Second, this story is NOT edited, as my other writing would normally be...so please, bare with the minor errors and minuscule plot holes...I wrote this, then posted it after a speed edit to ensure I had not made any DRASTIC errors.
Third, these zombies are similar to the zombies that are in Max Brooks novels and most movies. They are NOT the hybrids we see in Left 4 Dead.
Finally, read for some highly cliche zombie moments and not for the "in depth" accuracy.
Please enjoy...
Peace- Garrett R.
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