deadcellsociety
10-29-2009, 01:15 PM
I drove away from the undead with my foot on the gas.
I checked inside the car and to my left,my bag lay in a pool of sticky, congealing blood.No doubt the remains of some dead head's meal.
A shiver of fear crept over me as I checked the rearview for any signs of life,and found nothing but the corpse of a small child.It's chest had been ripped open and his insides scattered around the back seat.
The smell inside the car hit me then and I began to wretch.I opened the window and puked my guts out down the side of the car and onto the road.The worst thing about it was that the kid was still strapped in and he never stood a fucking chance...
I stopped the vehicle near a wooded area, opened the back door ,and took the corpse out.I placed it on the side of the road and covered it with a blanket that I found in the back.
I felt like I had lost part of my soul when I saw what had happened to that kid,but had to carry on regardless.
I pushed the feelings I had to the back of my mind as I spotted a few undead running towards me.I reached inside the car and pulled my blades out ready for some action.
The first three were real easy,just a couple of hacks to the neck and they hit the floor,but the last one was a bastard to take out.Hacking at his neck wasn't good enough.It was all muscle,and it took me a lot longer to kill.
I had to take off his arms before I could finish him,but when I did,I had to use my second blade to finish him off..
" This is your last exit,sir.." I muttered,then swung the blade down and finished him.I wiped the blade of the gore on his clothing and got back into the car.
I took all the side streets to the airport,figuring that the main roads would be a nightmare to drive through.What would have taken me a 20 minute journey took me almost an hour.When I got to the airport,I had to stop around a quarter a mile away as the roads were gridlocked with empty cars and corpses littering the streets.
There were no signs of life anywhere outside.I thought my chances of getting out of here were pretty shitty at best,and then I walked into the terminal to be greeted to the familiar screams of what I had become accustomed to over the past few hours...
I raised my blades,spending an hour or so taking out the undead.When I thought that I was ok and could make my way through,more of them appeared and I started hacking away again.I was feeling exhausted and needed to rest,but these fuckers wouldn't let up.
I had three left in front of me,then the deafening sound of gunfire erupted out of nowhere taking the last of them out.Their bodies dancing to unheard song,covering me in gore and brains.
"FUCKING HELL!!!! Where the fuck did you guys come from????!!!" I yelled.
"we were guarding the perimeter outside and heard the commotion.We were just checking to see what was going on,sir..Are you alright? HUrt in anyway?" the policeman asked
"Only mentally and emotionally" I said "Otherwise fine thanks.No cuts or scratches.I'm good".I was just glad to see another human being.
"What's going on here? I was hoping to try and get a ticket out of this godforsaken shithole..."
"It's everywhere sir,all over the world".a young PC stepped forward and I made a note of his name..VANN.
" I know that," i said "Just spent the past four and a half sodding hours trying to get the fuck out of Bowthorpe"
"Did you manage to pick up any survivors on your way?",a young looking PC by the name of PC Molden,enquired.He looked like he'd gotten straight out of school..
"None",I sighed."Nothing but undead".
Another PC stepped forward,KING it stated on his badge,
"You look exhausted"
"Well spotted mate.I could sleep for a fucking year and then some!!",I told them.
" are you gonna let me on this plane or what?" I asked.
My patience was wearing thin,and would have taken my chances in cutting these fuckers up if they didn't let me through.I was a little Irate at this point..
"Of course sir." Pc Vann led the way through.
We got onto the Tarmac and I shook his hand."Good luck mate,Hope you get through this", I said.I reached into my bag.
"I hope things are a little better where you're going."
"Where is that exactly?" I asked.I had no idea where this flight was going.
"The US I believe sir."
" Right.." I handed him a bottle of whiskey and two packs of cigarettes."On me.To make it out ok,just remember two things...AIM FOR THE HEAD.It's the quickest way to take them down.The other...STAY VIGILANT!! the last thing you want is for one of them fuckers ripping your knob off while you're taking a piss.."
He laughed nervously and started to walk towards the sounds of gunfire in the terminal building.
I got on the plane and was taken to my seat.Over a hundred people were onboard from what I could tell, and every single one of them looked as nervous as I did.
"We'll be taking off in ten minutes everyone" the pilot announced over the intercom.
"PLease fasten your seatbelts and try and relax"
I was handed a whiskey and coke by one of the stewardesses,which I promptly gulped down in one,then spent the next few minutes blissfully sucking on the ice cubes in the bottom of the glass.
We took off as the pilot said we would.
I drifted off to sleep,wondering what would be waiting for us in the land of plenty
I checked inside the car and to my left,my bag lay in a pool of sticky, congealing blood.No doubt the remains of some dead head's meal.
A shiver of fear crept over me as I checked the rearview for any signs of life,and found nothing but the corpse of a small child.It's chest had been ripped open and his insides scattered around the back seat.
The smell inside the car hit me then and I began to wretch.I opened the window and puked my guts out down the side of the car and onto the road.The worst thing about it was that the kid was still strapped in and he never stood a fucking chance...
I stopped the vehicle near a wooded area, opened the back door ,and took the corpse out.I placed it on the side of the road and covered it with a blanket that I found in the back.
I felt like I had lost part of my soul when I saw what had happened to that kid,but had to carry on regardless.
I pushed the feelings I had to the back of my mind as I spotted a few undead running towards me.I reached inside the car and pulled my blades out ready for some action.
The first three were real easy,just a couple of hacks to the neck and they hit the floor,but the last one was a bastard to take out.Hacking at his neck wasn't good enough.It was all muscle,and it took me a lot longer to kill.
I had to take off his arms before I could finish him,but when I did,I had to use my second blade to finish him off..
" This is your last exit,sir.." I muttered,then swung the blade down and finished him.I wiped the blade of the gore on his clothing and got back into the car.
I took all the side streets to the airport,figuring that the main roads would be a nightmare to drive through.What would have taken me a 20 minute journey took me almost an hour.When I got to the airport,I had to stop around a quarter a mile away as the roads were gridlocked with empty cars and corpses littering the streets.
There were no signs of life anywhere outside.I thought my chances of getting out of here were pretty shitty at best,and then I walked into the terminal to be greeted to the familiar screams of what I had become accustomed to over the past few hours...
I raised my blades,spending an hour or so taking out the undead.When I thought that I was ok and could make my way through,more of them appeared and I started hacking away again.I was feeling exhausted and needed to rest,but these fuckers wouldn't let up.
I had three left in front of me,then the deafening sound of gunfire erupted out of nowhere taking the last of them out.Their bodies dancing to unheard song,covering me in gore and brains.
"FUCKING HELL!!!! Where the fuck did you guys come from????!!!" I yelled.
"we were guarding the perimeter outside and heard the commotion.We were just checking to see what was going on,sir..Are you alright? HUrt in anyway?" the policeman asked
"Only mentally and emotionally" I said "Otherwise fine thanks.No cuts or scratches.I'm good".I was just glad to see another human being.
"What's going on here? I was hoping to try and get a ticket out of this godforsaken shithole..."
"It's everywhere sir,all over the world".a young PC stepped forward and I made a note of his name..VANN.
" I know that," i said "Just spent the past four and a half sodding hours trying to get the fuck out of Bowthorpe"
"Did you manage to pick up any survivors on your way?",a young looking PC by the name of PC Molden,enquired.He looked like he'd gotten straight out of school..
"None",I sighed."Nothing but undead".
Another PC stepped forward,KING it stated on his badge,
"You look exhausted"
"Well spotted mate.I could sleep for a fucking year and then some!!",I told them.
" are you gonna let me on this plane or what?" I asked.
My patience was wearing thin,and would have taken my chances in cutting these fuckers up if they didn't let me through.I was a little Irate at this point..
"Of course sir." Pc Vann led the way through.
We got onto the Tarmac and I shook his hand."Good luck mate,Hope you get through this", I said.I reached into my bag.
"I hope things are a little better where you're going."
"Where is that exactly?" I asked.I had no idea where this flight was going.
"The US I believe sir."
" Right.." I handed him a bottle of whiskey and two packs of cigarettes."On me.To make it out ok,just remember two things...AIM FOR THE HEAD.It's the quickest way to take them down.The other...STAY VIGILANT!! the last thing you want is for one of them fuckers ripping your knob off while you're taking a piss.."
He laughed nervously and started to walk towards the sounds of gunfire in the terminal building.
I got on the plane and was taken to my seat.Over a hundred people were onboard from what I could tell, and every single one of them looked as nervous as I did.
"We'll be taking off in ten minutes everyone" the pilot announced over the intercom.
"PLease fasten your seatbelts and try and relax"
I was handed a whiskey and coke by one of the stewardesses,which I promptly gulped down in one,then spent the next few minutes blissfully sucking on the ice cubes in the bottom of the glass.
We took off as the pilot said we would.
I drifted off to sleep,wondering what would be waiting for us in the land of plenty