deadcellsociety
10-28-2009, 05:14 PM
I ran screaming from the hordes. It seemed like I was in a dream, so unreal, yet the obvious was staring me in the face. An apocalypse? Nah, it didn't seem right. There was no fire and brimstone raining from the sky, no preists screaming "THE END IS SERIOUSLY FUCKING NIGH!!" or anything like that. I knew that the best thing for me to do would be to stay on foot for the time being and do the best that I could that way.
I couldn't help but think about HORRORHEAD and the way I extinguished his existence so quickly."FUCK ME I'VE JUST KILLED MY FRIEND!!" I shed a tear for his loss and couldn't help but think of the deaths of friends and family. Running to the end of my street I dispatched a small group of the undead, three of which were little kids.
It crossed my mind that although some of my friends had gotten out, not all of them had made it and I found it kind of fitting that I would have to end their suffering. I needed cigarettes and a fucking lot of whiskey if I was to get through this alive.
The nearest store was literally a hundred yards away. The only problem was a small matter of a shitload of corpses in front of me. It left me no option but to deal with them in the best way that I could. So I waded in.
The first one looked like my nephew. Half of his face was missing, with the jaw bone protruding from his face. Blood and flesh smeared across his face and chest, his left arm had been torn off and was still dripping blood.Pieces of flesh dropping from his mouth as he screamed, alerting others of his kind to my whereabouts. In a matter of seconds I took his head clean off his shoulders and noticed behind him that there were atleast a dozen more.
The store was fifteen feet to my right and I needed to get in fast. I made my way to the door, cutting a swathe through the undead, taking out around five of them.
I slammed the door shut but didn't have the time to catch my breath as the door alarm sounded and three more came hurtling out of the shadows. Two of them were the owners of the shop, both of them had had their throats torn out and the third was a teenager of around 15 years old..His right eye and a chunk around it missing,the skin still hanging on like a loose piece of fabric. I used my blades to finish them off.
The remaining dead outside were hammering at the door, desperate to turn me into a meal but I'd wedged the fridge beside the door in front so they couldn't get in.I looked around the store for the things that I needed and loaded up on cigarettes and whiskey, grabbing a few health food bars and made my way out to the back. It was clear the attack had happened in the storeroom as blood and flesh were scattered around the floor.
I opened the door at the back and noticed the coast was clear.I gave myself a few minutes, smoking a cigarette and checking my phone. I still had my signal, which was good, and i tried to contact BITCHSLICER, but there was still no answer and I started to worry. At this point I could only think of the worst. I finished my cigarette and made my way to the front of the store.
The half dozen undead that were outside had been joined by at least another ten. I had to think fast. All of them were concentrating on the front door so there may be a chance that I could walk away without them noticing.
I started off and got around thirty feet when one of them turned and screamed, alerting then others. I shouted "FUCK!" and started running towards the abandoned car I'd spotted halfway up the road. I cleaved my way through the ones that got too close,getting to the car, throwing myself in and slamming the door shut.Bodies hit the side, rocking the vehicle back and forth, pounding on the glass,desperate for access.
With the keys thankfully in the ignition, I turned them and the engine came to life. I put my foot on the gas and took off ...
I couldn't help but think about HORRORHEAD and the way I extinguished his existence so quickly."FUCK ME I'VE JUST KILLED MY FRIEND!!" I shed a tear for his loss and couldn't help but think of the deaths of friends and family. Running to the end of my street I dispatched a small group of the undead, three of which were little kids.
It crossed my mind that although some of my friends had gotten out, not all of them had made it and I found it kind of fitting that I would have to end their suffering. I needed cigarettes and a fucking lot of whiskey if I was to get through this alive.
The nearest store was literally a hundred yards away. The only problem was a small matter of a shitload of corpses in front of me. It left me no option but to deal with them in the best way that I could. So I waded in.
The first one looked like my nephew. Half of his face was missing, with the jaw bone protruding from his face. Blood and flesh smeared across his face and chest, his left arm had been torn off and was still dripping blood.Pieces of flesh dropping from his mouth as he screamed, alerting others of his kind to my whereabouts. In a matter of seconds I took his head clean off his shoulders and noticed behind him that there were atleast a dozen more.
The store was fifteen feet to my right and I needed to get in fast. I made my way to the door, cutting a swathe through the undead, taking out around five of them.
I slammed the door shut but didn't have the time to catch my breath as the door alarm sounded and three more came hurtling out of the shadows. Two of them were the owners of the shop, both of them had had their throats torn out and the third was a teenager of around 15 years old..His right eye and a chunk around it missing,the skin still hanging on like a loose piece of fabric. I used my blades to finish them off.
The remaining dead outside were hammering at the door, desperate to turn me into a meal but I'd wedged the fridge beside the door in front so they couldn't get in.I looked around the store for the things that I needed and loaded up on cigarettes and whiskey, grabbing a few health food bars and made my way out to the back. It was clear the attack had happened in the storeroom as blood and flesh were scattered around the floor.
I opened the door at the back and noticed the coast was clear.I gave myself a few minutes, smoking a cigarette and checking my phone. I still had my signal, which was good, and i tried to contact BITCHSLICER, but there was still no answer and I started to worry. At this point I could only think of the worst. I finished my cigarette and made my way to the front of the store.
The half dozen undead that were outside had been joined by at least another ten. I had to think fast. All of them were concentrating on the front door so there may be a chance that I could walk away without them noticing.
I started off and got around thirty feet when one of them turned and screamed, alerting then others. I shouted "FUCK!" and started running towards the abandoned car I'd spotted halfway up the road. I cleaved my way through the ones that got too close,getting to the car, throwing myself in and slamming the door shut.Bodies hit the side, rocking the vehicle back and forth, pounding on the glass,desperate for access.
With the keys thankfully in the ignition, I turned them and the engine came to life. I put my foot on the gas and took off ...