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Post by me on Jan 8, 2007 0:43:27 GMT -5
The familiar stained ceiling of his abode stared down at him, as he lay in the hard mattress that belonged to him. The water stains originating from the floor above him darkened the entire ceiling lending an air of poverty to his apartment. The smell of asbestos infiltrated his sense of smell, and slowly permeated his meager possessions.
He lay there staring at the ceiling, until finally his alarm sounded. The low pitch buzz quickly turned into a high pitched squeal that managed to numb his senses. He continued to lay in the squalor until the occupant of the apartment next to his began to pound on the joint wall. No longer left with an excuse he pulled himself up from his rest, and switched off the alarm.
His next action was to switch on the TV, and let the news pour from the damaged speakers attached to the machine. The words weren't that encouraging, and made him doubt the value of humanity even more then usual.
"Today three people were found dead in the usually quiet town of-"
"Several senior citizens were beaten to death today provoking a severe reaction fro-"
"-Was found dead from a drug overdose-"
"-Have forced their children to run drugs for nearly a year now. And in other news we researched ways to keep cool during the summer."
The combination of blatant news of evil in the world sickened him almost as much as the fact that no one seemed to care. When he could no longer stand the stream of perversion, he stumbled into the shower, and hoped that the water heater was working for the day. ***
Soon after refreshed, and fully awake he stood fully dressed at the stained window. Precious few beams of illumination dared to penetrate the darkness. Below the flickering street lamps struggled to light the darkened street. His dark thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone pounding on his door.
He made his way through the apartment to the door, and opened it too the smiling face of one of his few friends. "Well are you gonna stand there all day or let me come in?" his friend asked, happy to see him.
"No I thought we'd just stand here for another hour or so. Of course I'll let you in Andy," he responded.
Sharing a quick laugh they both entered the ramshackle apartment. Immediately Andrew scouted the fridge, and with a grunt of disapproval said, "Still have nothing that kicks harder then a glass of orange juice, I see."
Jumping into one of the chairs in the living room he finally answered, "You know I let my friends buy that stuff for me. I mean why waste my money on a drink?"
"Well either way...hey you aren't planning on going anywhere today, right?"
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Post by Dagothkitty on Jan 8, 2007 5:59:11 GMT -5
Nicely Done. A story that doesn't revolve around middle ages, and oblivion? looks good to me, keep it up.
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Post by me on Jan 9, 2007 1:30:22 GMT -5
"Of course not," He said darkly, "Its hard for a man with a dishonorable discharge to get a job."
"Well..." stammered Andrew, "I mean anything personel...like a date or something."
"No, why are you asking," he replied.
"'Cause its gonna be dangerous to go out today. The gangs are starting a war which will reach our neighborhood,"Andrew said.
Of course. Even though many cities had a plethora of gangs, the area surrounding them was heavily saturated with armed groups of vagabonds. Many were the times that they would wage war upon each other, often spanning the entire city. The innocent casualties were horrendous.
"So why are you here then?" he asked.
"Because your TV works, and it'll probably be safer here... with the ex-marine," Andrew answered.
He chuckled quietly, then froze as the sound of a .22 caliber pistol echoed. Soon he heard the answering calls of even more weapons, and the war began.
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Post by uesugi on Jan 9, 2007 18:59:18 GMT -5
Interesting start to a hopefully interesting story, me. Keep up the good work... And please, O please, focus on just one story... And Dagoth, we have plenty of stories on here that aren't set in middle ages or on Nirn... lol
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Post by me on Jan 9, 2007 21:32:51 GMT -5
I would focus on one story...but I just have so much time between so... *Shrugs*
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Post by Maliku on Jan 12, 2007 20:32:09 GMT -5
Me, I want you to update this. I mean it.
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Post by me on Jan 12, 2007 20:33:31 GMT -5
Thanks Maliku...and I will after I update blackest night for Uesugi
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Post by Dagothkitty on Jan 12, 2007 21:07:06 GMT -5
I like the settong. I rundown, 'ghetto' lol. Anywho, i'd like to see what an ex marine could do to some pathetic gansters, or is there more too it? Nah, just watch the tv. anyway, i think it's a great start/update.
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Post by me on Jan 14, 2007 2:46:31 GMT -5
The Bay Area
The gang members strolled around the perimeter of their territory. Some of the luckier one held rusty pistols and revolvers, but most still held nothing more then switchblade knives. It was one of the most heavily defended areas in the entire city, and it was soon to come under attack.
John was smoking a joint as he stood at the threshold of a nearby beach. He was about to go join the rest of his friends, when he saw something rising from the water. He stepped forward for a closer look, and out of the water came a slowly stumbling person. The persons skin had a grayish tinge, and there seemed to be several deep cuts on his face.
"Hey Homes you can't be here fool," he yelled at the person. If he hadn't had so many joints he probably would've realized that it would be impossible for someone to survive that, but his brain had rotted long ago.
In reply the figure let loose a horrible moan, and began to stumble toward him. "Hey Homes back off," he yelled.
Instead of complying it continued its slow advance. He calmly walked toward the figure and tried to push it back, but it grabbed his arm and sunk its teeth with impossible force into his arm. With a scream of pain he leaped back, and pulled out the rusty revolver he carried with him. He fired all six shots at the still approaching figure, but each one passed through the grey flesh. Blood didn't even erupt from the wounds, and he began to panic.
His screams lit the sky as he ran back to the safety of his fellow gang members. ***
Breaking news, a new virus was discovered today, and is called the Super Flu by some, and the African Rabies by many. It seems to have originated in one of the many third world countries, and may have begun to spread in China. We believe it to be spread through fluid contact, and if you think you are infected please report to one of the following locations-,"
After a short list the station began to report the theorized symptoms. "Hey you don't have that...right?" he asked Andrew.
"Doesn't matter...I didn't come here to initiate 'fluid contact.' I don't swing that way remember. Just ask your girlfriend," Andrew retorted.
Still it was news, and everything else on T.V. was crap. So they would probably talk about that for the next hour or so.
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Post by uesugi on Jan 14, 2007 3:20:47 GMT -5
Heh... I like the interesting turn on this. Didn't see it coming.
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Post by me on Jan 14, 2007 3:23:52 GMT -5
Made a mistake -__-
Said as instead of ask
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Post by sleipnir on Jan 14, 2007 16:46:41 GMT -5
Good stuff, as far as I'm concerned. However, when a character addresses another by name (or by calling them something), you need to put a comma before and after the name (depending on where it is in the sentence). '"Hey, Homes, back off,"' is the correct way to do it in this sentence. As far as I can tell this looks like another zombie type story... I'm interested. Keep posting!
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Post by Dagothkitty on Jan 19, 2007 18:14:42 GMT -5
I was expecting it. ;D well done me.
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Post by Maliku on Jan 20, 2007 18:30:06 GMT -5
That was a funny read.
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Post by me on Mar 9, 2007 21:50:11 GMT -5
"We have confirmed outbreaks from China, Africa, and several former Soviet states. Information is scarce, and so far we just don't know how to kill these things. Its only a matter of time until these things penetrate our borders," the intelligence agent finished.
It was a small meeting in a non-descript room. It could have been anywhere in the world, but two things made sure everyone knew that this was where everything happened. The badge on the officer had three blood red letters that prominently declared his agency. C.I.A. Below it, in a much smaller font it displayed the meaning of the acronym; Central Intelligence Agency.
It was easily one of the most recognizable government institutions ever created. Everyday the agency had to deal with many different reports, each stranger then the last, but this was just ridiculous. Walking dead? It sounded like something out of a bad science fiction novel.
"Do you seriously believe me stupid enough to believe this?" the director said.
"Sir we actually have a few reports of the undead being seen in some sea side cities. If we don't act now we might have them clawing at door without a proper tool to welcome them."
Instead of answering the director reached into his desk and began filling out several sheets of paper work. When he finished he looked directly at the agent and said, "Agent you are being reassigned to the embassy in Israel. Here are your papers."
With a quick salute, he left the room. Only five days later several countries went public. Israel had gone into an emergency state of quarantine. It had been building a large wall around much of its country; it was a testament to their intelligence agencies ability to conceal information. China finally came clean with what had happened, earlier they had been misdirecting everyone. Telling our intelligence services that they were just getting rid of political dissidents, and everyone believed them.
Many of the African countries were in such turmoil that no one knew what was happening. Almost all the troops that had seen the undead were killed by the growing hordes. The rest were thought crazy, victims of several different psychological problems. Russia proved that there intelligence services were still the best however. They had a small horde in their eastern border, and only the KGB knew about it.
America was unique as always. Already the infection was festering in several slums near the coasts, and several news channels were running stories about it. Unfortunately these were mostly alternative news channels, and almost no one watched these stories. Those who did were often ignored.
The director immediately briefed the President and Joint Chiefs using the files brought to him fives days earlier. He even tried to bring back the agent who had given it, but he couldn't leave the nation of Israel. The congress decided on what they thought to be an appropriate response.
Several elite teams were dropped into the known infected areas, and a tape was sent to law enforcement agencies teaching them how to take down a ghoul. It was something that they had learned only recently, and it would prove to be a life saving piece of information. Then they stopped, they thought there job was done, and unfortunately that stopped them from saving their country from a catastrophe.
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