Portal
Well, it took about 10 minutes, i was hoping for it too be longer but oh well....
Part One
The blood trickled down his face, he looked up too see people running for there lives, the creatures were following them and eating them flesh and bone. Sooner or later you would have thought they would run low on numbers, but no they grew from there eggs in weeks and then swarmed over any person who passed. Dean Anderson knew he would be killed without weaponry, he had a baseball bat to defend himself from the creatures, but he was yet to kill one.
The army had also failed greatly, the marines fell after the first month, then the rest followed, a base camp was set up in Los Angeles lead by mercenaries, but it fell after 6 weeks. The last real campus of survivors was in New York, everyone there was in good health, they had a big garrison of weaponry, but it was not enough. Now the zombies had got through, the people scrambled into different places, some into the despaired buildings some into parks, some into houses. None had a proper weapon to fight them, the guns were all locked up in barracks that stretched far and wide, Dean knew if he got to them he could fight his way out of this hell.
He had managed to climb onto a house roof, but his now close encounter with the zombies went bad, he was attacked and checked off by the hungry monster, he feared that he may have broken something but he was lucky. The blood on his face attracted the creatures to him, a few had found him, he sat in a small garden surrounded by other buildings, he grabbed his baseball bat and thwacked them, there blood flying in all directions, he had managed to hit 3 zombies in one, one had his face ripped apart, the others were only stunned. He swung again, more blood flying onto the house wall nearby, cutting down he lodged the zombies head through its neck and into its body. The other zombies saw its chance and jumped onto Dean, its power pushed him to the floor, it sat on his back and ripped into his body, blood flying in all directions.
He screamed but nobody came, his only chance was his bat, he pushed upwards and jumped forward, only getting a few centimetres, the zombies jumped off and climbed up the wall nearby. Dean saw his chance; he grabbed the bat and held it in a batting position, ready to fight off the zombie. It pounced off the roof, aiming for Dean. It fell just above Dean.
Dean moved back and swung, he hit the zombie and it went flying, body parts flew in different directions. Dean had won, but he still needed to find the weapons or he would die. He turned around, he hadn’t noticed it before but he noticed it now, a green demountable, filled with weapons and ammo. He had his chance...
Part One
The blood trickled down his face, he looked up too see people running for there lives, the creatures were following them and eating them flesh and bone. Sooner or later you would have thought they would run low on numbers, but no they grew from there eggs in weeks and then swarmed over any person who passed. Dean Anderson knew he would be killed without weaponry, he had a baseball bat to defend himself from the creatures, but he was yet to kill one.
The army had also failed greatly, the marines fell after the first month, then the rest followed, a base camp was set up in Los Angeles lead by mercenaries, but it fell after 6 weeks. The last real campus of survivors was in New York, everyone there was in good health, they had a big garrison of weaponry, but it was not enough. Now the zombies had got through, the people scrambled into different places, some into the despaired buildings some into parks, some into houses. None had a proper weapon to fight them, the guns were all locked up in barracks that stretched far and wide, Dean knew if he got to them he could fight his way out of this hell.
He had managed to climb onto a house roof, but his now close encounter with the zombies went bad, he was attacked and checked off by the hungry monster, he feared that he may have broken something but he was lucky. The blood on his face attracted the creatures to him, a few had found him, he sat in a small garden surrounded by other buildings, he grabbed his baseball bat and thwacked them, there blood flying in all directions, he had managed to hit 3 zombies in one, one had his face ripped apart, the others were only stunned. He swung again, more blood flying onto the house wall nearby, cutting down he lodged the zombies head through its neck and into its body. The other zombies saw its chance and jumped onto Dean, its power pushed him to the floor, it sat on his back and ripped into his body, blood flying in all directions.
He screamed but nobody came, his only chance was his bat, he pushed upwards and jumped forward, only getting a few centimetres, the zombies jumped off and climbed up the wall nearby. Dean saw his chance; he grabbed the bat and held it in a batting position, ready to fight off the zombie. It pounced off the roof, aiming for Dean. It fell just above Dean.
Dean moved back and swung, he hit the zombie and it went flying, body parts flew in different directions. Dean had won, but he still needed to find the weapons or he would die. He turned around, he hadn’t noticed it before but he noticed it now, a green demountable, filled with weapons and ammo. He had his chance...
