deadcellsociety
11-07-2009, 02:14 PM
DM HEAD and myself got away from the streets and found a small house not that far from where he found me.We checked the house and discovered the windows and doors had been reinforced from the insideso that it felt a little safer,though not giving us considerable confort in the event of an attack.He told me that his family had been wiped out in the initial attacks and he was the only one who managed to get out.He looked like he hadn't slept for days,his expression told me of unimaginable tiredness and sorrow.
"Do you have a computer to use dude?" he asked
"Afraid not man,My cell was what I had used to keep tabs on UHM,and I lost all signal when the plane took off from the UK." I told him.
"Have the satellite asnd cellphone networks gone down?" he asked with a puzzled expression,
"Fucked if I know,I only use the fucking thing..."I retorted with a smile.
He let out a little giggle.Then he burst out laughing.It seemd kind of unatural to me at this point.I'd not heard another human laugh since the days leading up to the outbreak.It had been so long since I did it myself,when I burst out laughing it felt good.A release.
We lowered our laughter,and heard scuffling from outside.We stopped.A feeling of dread crept upand I could feel the hairs on my arms and neck stand up.The scuffling turned into scratching and in turn became thumping and hammering.Then the moaning started.
"Fuck.I think we made too much noise.." I said with a whisper.
From the vantage point we had in one of the upstairs bedrooms,we looked around each of the rooms from the windows and found that the house was surrounded.There was no chance of us getting out of the house alive,unless we came up with a plan that involved us shooting and hacking our way out.This was in fact the only option we could come up with.
"What are we gonna do man?"DM HEAD gave me a concerned look
and soundedd particularly worried.I was just as concerned as he was and told him matter of factly,
"We fucking fight our way out .What else are we gonna do? Ask politely?" there wasn't a trace of humour in my voice.
Without a moments hesitation I started to sharpen the blades and watched as DM loaded up his weappons with his remaining ammo.He didn't have much,and it looked like I may have to most of the fighting.The distinct sound of wood splintering from the door frames could be heard from downstairs.
He had two six shooters,with no more ammo for them.His shotgun had only six shells.Things wouldn't be good for us if I lost my blades,or became a "Happy meal on legs",but the determination on his face told me that he meant business.I looked him straight in the eye and told him the plan that I had thought of.
"It looks like there are less of them out the back dude,so we should head out there.If we hang around for much longerit will be adios amigos,and the dead heads will get the all you can eat buffet they have longed for since they found us hiding here."
He nodded in agreement.
"Ok dude,LET'S MOVE!!!" he said.
We slowly made our way down the stairs and DM looked uncertain as to which way he should go.The sounds coming from the front of the house told us that the undead were almost in,and it would'nt be too long before they found us.
The fear I felt earlier was creeping back,and we were both terrified.The thoughts and images kept going through my mind of the atrocities I had seen over the past few days,the fear and terror the victims must have suffrered as they were being bitten,the flesh being torn from their limbs,watching in horror as those that attacked sated their appetites as they died the most painful death imaginable....
We reached the kitchen and I pushed a large table from the center of the room in front of the door.It would give us a few minutes if they got into the house and we hadn't gotten out in time.I headed to the back door.
"On three I'm opening the door..." I told him,adrenalin coursing through my veins.He looked scared ,and as I started to count,he said "WAIT!!"
"WHAT??" I shouted impatiently
"I'm not ready DEADCELL...I can't do this!" he said ,nervousness in his voice.
"YOU CAN! AND YOU HAVE TO DUDE!!!"
With my fingers clasping on the door handle,I began to count
"ONE.."he stared at me
"TWO.."He raised his gun
"THREE!!!" I pulled open the door."FUCKING SHOOT!!!"
DM HEAD fired the first two shots,as the undead began to stagger through the door.The shots found their targets,knocking two of them back a few feet.It gave me the chance to start hacking away at the others that made their way in,giving DM the chance to reload.
"DUCK!!" he shouted.
Another to shots were fired,and found their home.One completely removed the head and covered those behind it with pieces of brain matter and skull,while the other hit an elderly looking woman in the throat,throwing her and a couple of others to the floor.
I started to cut my way through the throng,taking limbs that got too close,and several heaads as they tried to bite.
"LAST TWO!" DM shouted from behind. I stepped to the side and watched in amazement as two more heads got vaporized in front of my very eyes.I heard the clatter of the shotgun being thrown to the floor,and watched in horror as the man known as DM HEAD 77 screamed at the top of his lungs
"COME ON AND TAKE ME MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!" and charged,firing wildly into the oncoming hordes of undead
"NO!!!" I shouted,and began to cut down those in front of me as I watched him being surrounded by the dead heads.They began to grip hold of his arms and legs and watched as they took him down.He got a coulple of lucky shots in before he was gone.It was as if time itself slowed down,and no matter how much I tried to help him,there was no way at all.
"DEAD!" he screamed.I could hear the dead tearing through his clothing,ripping away to the thing they wanted most.
"DEEEEAD! HELP MEEEEE!!!!" He was gasping in paion as they began to bite and tear into his flesh
"DEEEEAAAAAAD!!!!" His voice had reached a pitch I had never heard before.The undead began to rip him apart and started to feast...
Tears stung my eyes as I knew there would be no chance of saving him.I hacked my way to the exit no more than five feet away from me,as I heard the gurgling,dying voice of my friend.From the inside of the house I could hear the crashing of the undead finally making their way through.The kitchen door being pushed open,the table finally giving way,in searchof the most precious of meals.
I lost all strength of cutting my way through and began to push my way out of the group of cold,unfeeling reanimated flesh.I got free of them and ran for a full half an hour until I could see no moreand collapsed in a heap on a grass verge.
I'd had no sleep and felt so fucking exhausted I would have given up there and then.But... I had to get to the compound and fast.I knew I was getting closer,but wasn't sure how close.Only time would tell,but how much time it would be before I got outnumbered and attacked, becoming one of the undead was unclear...
"Do you have a computer to use dude?" he asked
"Afraid not man,My cell was what I had used to keep tabs on UHM,and I lost all signal when the plane took off from the UK." I told him.
"Have the satellite asnd cellphone networks gone down?" he asked with a puzzled expression,
"Fucked if I know,I only use the fucking thing..."I retorted with a smile.
He let out a little giggle.Then he burst out laughing.It seemd kind of unatural to me at this point.I'd not heard another human laugh since the days leading up to the outbreak.It had been so long since I did it myself,when I burst out laughing it felt good.A release.
We lowered our laughter,and heard scuffling from outside.We stopped.A feeling of dread crept upand I could feel the hairs on my arms and neck stand up.The scuffling turned into scratching and in turn became thumping and hammering.Then the moaning started.
"Fuck.I think we made too much noise.." I said with a whisper.
From the vantage point we had in one of the upstairs bedrooms,we looked around each of the rooms from the windows and found that the house was surrounded.There was no chance of us getting out of the house alive,unless we came up with a plan that involved us shooting and hacking our way out.This was in fact the only option we could come up with.
"What are we gonna do man?"DM HEAD gave me a concerned look
and soundedd particularly worried.I was just as concerned as he was and told him matter of factly,
"We fucking fight our way out .What else are we gonna do? Ask politely?" there wasn't a trace of humour in my voice.
Without a moments hesitation I started to sharpen the blades and watched as DM loaded up his weappons with his remaining ammo.He didn't have much,and it looked like I may have to most of the fighting.The distinct sound of wood splintering from the door frames could be heard from downstairs.
He had two six shooters,with no more ammo for them.His shotgun had only six shells.Things wouldn't be good for us if I lost my blades,or became a "Happy meal on legs",but the determination on his face told me that he meant business.I looked him straight in the eye and told him the plan that I had thought of.
"It looks like there are less of them out the back dude,so we should head out there.If we hang around for much longerit will be adios amigos,and the dead heads will get the all you can eat buffet they have longed for since they found us hiding here."
He nodded in agreement.
"Ok dude,LET'S MOVE!!!" he said.
We slowly made our way down the stairs and DM looked uncertain as to which way he should go.The sounds coming from the front of the house told us that the undead were almost in,and it would'nt be too long before they found us.
The fear I felt earlier was creeping back,and we were both terrified.The thoughts and images kept going through my mind of the atrocities I had seen over the past few days,the fear and terror the victims must have suffrered as they were being bitten,the flesh being torn from their limbs,watching in horror as those that attacked sated their appetites as they died the most painful death imaginable....
We reached the kitchen and I pushed a large table from the center of the room in front of the door.It would give us a few minutes if they got into the house and we hadn't gotten out in time.I headed to the back door.
"On three I'm opening the door..." I told him,adrenalin coursing through my veins.He looked scared ,and as I started to count,he said "WAIT!!"
"WHAT??" I shouted impatiently
"I'm not ready DEADCELL...I can't do this!" he said ,nervousness in his voice.
"YOU CAN! AND YOU HAVE TO DUDE!!!"
With my fingers clasping on the door handle,I began to count
"ONE.."he stared at me
"TWO.."He raised his gun
"THREE!!!" I pulled open the door."FUCKING SHOOT!!!"
DM HEAD fired the first two shots,as the undead began to stagger through the door.The shots found their targets,knocking two of them back a few feet.It gave me the chance to start hacking away at the others that made their way in,giving DM the chance to reload.
"DUCK!!" he shouted.
Another to shots were fired,and found their home.One completely removed the head and covered those behind it with pieces of brain matter and skull,while the other hit an elderly looking woman in the throat,throwing her and a couple of others to the floor.
I started to cut my way through the throng,taking limbs that got too close,and several heaads as they tried to bite.
"LAST TWO!" DM shouted from behind. I stepped to the side and watched in amazement as two more heads got vaporized in front of my very eyes.I heard the clatter of the shotgun being thrown to the floor,and watched in horror as the man known as DM HEAD 77 screamed at the top of his lungs
"COME ON AND TAKE ME MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!" and charged,firing wildly into the oncoming hordes of undead
"NO!!!" I shouted,and began to cut down those in front of me as I watched him being surrounded by the dead heads.They began to grip hold of his arms and legs and watched as they took him down.He got a coulple of lucky shots in before he was gone.It was as if time itself slowed down,and no matter how much I tried to help him,there was no way at all.
"DEAD!" he screamed.I could hear the dead tearing through his clothing,ripping away to the thing they wanted most.
"DEEEEAD! HELP MEEEEE!!!!" He was gasping in paion as they began to bite and tear into his flesh
"DEEEEAAAAAAD!!!!" His voice had reached a pitch I had never heard before.The undead began to rip him apart and started to feast...
Tears stung my eyes as I knew there would be no chance of saving him.I hacked my way to the exit no more than five feet away from me,as I heard the gurgling,dying voice of my friend.From the inside of the house I could hear the crashing of the undead finally making their way through.The kitchen door being pushed open,the table finally giving way,in searchof the most precious of meals.
I lost all strength of cutting my way through and began to push my way out of the group of cold,unfeeling reanimated flesh.I got free of them and ran for a full half an hour until I could see no moreand collapsed in a heap on a grass verge.
I'd had no sleep and felt so fucking exhausted I would have given up there and then.But... I had to get to the compound and fast.I knew I was getting closer,but wasn't sure how close.Only time would tell,but how much time it would be before I got outnumbered and attacked, becoming one of the undead was unclear...