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Michael (@tehmikel) 123 days ago.
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| January 5, 2012 at 10:38 pm #16835 | |
| Michael (@tehmikel) | I had this story idea for the Less Than Three thing, which was basically about this guy who is writing a zombie apocalypse story on a forum, where he meets a girl on there, and they fall in like. I scrapped the idea because I was busy and I got bored with it. Anyway, I had written the beginning of the zombie story with in the story. There’s not much depth, as it only explains what had happened. I’ve been thinking of finishing it, although I have no idea how long it’d be. Summary: Asher Williams is a twenty-six year old survivor of a virus based apocalypse. Having just killed his best friend, he finds himself alone again. He now continues on his journey to find an underground haven, having to traverse the damned world in his search. The year is 2030, however the world had ended in 2012, when the apocalypse happened. Boy did that surprise everybody. Who would have thought that 2012 would have been the end of the world? All those superstitious nuts were smug…well, at least, before they turned. Those who had looked at the whole “world ending in 2012” and scoffed at it certainly ate their words before they were eating. You see, the apocalypse did not happen by a giant dinosaur-killing meteor, nor did Lucifer and Michael fight it out. The apocalypse came in one small virus. When this virus infects an organism, it shut down the humanity, leaving only savage instinct and incurable hunger. In essence, they are zombies, the living dead. In this case, they are very much alive. As in the old movies, zombies cannot feel any pain and they keep going until they are either destroyed or feasting. They lack any intelligence; all they wish to do is eat anything and everything, especially flesh. However, unlike those movies, these zombies do not change in appearance. Sure they may have drool and just grunt, but they move like regular humans and even worse, they look like regular humans. Killing your Aunt Marge is much harder when she looks like the same, friendly aunt who used to give you candy all the time. I suppose a silver lining is that not only do they look normal, but they can die like any average human. In the old zombie movies, zombies were usually created by some secret organization, playing the “this could happen in real life” card, making the movies more scary and realistically. Ironically, the Human Error Virus (HEV for short) was not created by man, or at least not directly. The remaining scientists discovered that the HEV evolved from the common cold virus. Unfortunately, being well rested and having a piping hot bowl of chicken noodle soup won’t solve anything. Why am I writing all this down? I think it’s because I want somebody to know what’s happened, in hopes that one day, humanity survives this hell. Or, maybe, it’s because I’m trying to stay awake the keep away the nightmares. It’s hard killing zombies when they are still 100% human. I think in those movies, it’s easier killing the zombies because they don’t look like people anymore. They looked like they’ve been damned, like they aren’t human anymore. In reality, we aren’t that lucky. There are variations of zombies that I plan on adding, named (humorously) after other mythical beings. There are the Vampires, which are zombies who have retained their intelligence, but can only devour flesh. The Werewolves are basically mutated zombies, where the HEV has affected them physically as well as mentally. They are super-strong and super-fast, although they don’t change every full moon. The Demon class are people who have the disease, yet are not affected by it, yet they can spread it to other people. The Angel class are those who are completely immune and cannot carry/spread the virus. Besides that, feedback is very welcome. |
| January 5, 2012 at 10:47 pm #16862 | |
| Will | This looks so awesome. Please write the whole thing and let us read it. |
| January 17, 2012 at 1:26 am #34580 | |
| Michael (@tehmikel) | I wrote the beginning of the first chapter… I was walking on a road that seemed to be endless. The sun was high in the sky, and we seemed to be in the middle of the forest-like area of Michigan. I was wearing jeans that were tattered, an old, faded blue t-shirt, and torn-up sneakers. My jacket was tied around my waist and I could feel the stickiness of sweat covering me. Walking next to me, who was in a similar state, was my best friend, Mac Grun. “How much further ‘till we reach Allison?” he asked in a detectable Southern drawl, breaking the silence that had settled between us for the past hour. Allison, which was a town, was our next destination. “The last sign said forty-two miles, and that was about half an hour ago, so about forty more miles, I guess,” I replied, wiping the sweat off my forehead. My tongue frequently darted over my cracked, overly dry lips. “That’s just peachy,” Mac grumpled. He took off the brown stetson that he had been wearing, revealing a sweat, tangled mess of brown hair, and started fanning himself with it. “I never knew that Michigan could be this hot, ya know? I always figured that these Northern states were cool, even in the summer.” Actually, I did know, as I had lived in Wisconsin for the majority of my life, but I held my tongue. There was no point in being a smartass with Mac right now. The heat made us both irritable, and he was just trying to make conversation. “So what do you plan on doing when we get to Allison, Mac?” I asked lightly. Usually, I could get Mac to go on for ages just talking about nothing. The mind numbing drawl got my mind off of things, and I didn’t even have to contribute to the conversation. “Well, if them rumors are true, then I suppose I’ll be housing up and find myself a nice guy to settle down with,” he said with a faint grin on his bearded face. “You really think you can just have an apple pie life in this mess of a world?” I asked, not doubtfully but curiously. “Yeah, I mean, I have to have hope that I can be happy, ya know?” he asked rhetorically. “What about you? Are you going to shack up with some pretty gal and have some squirts?” I shook my head. “Nah, I don’t think I could stay in one place for long. I like traveling too much. Besides, I don’t even know how to have a family.” “But what if the rumors are true?” Mac asked, his tone revealing that he was thrown off by what I had revealed. “I mean, for once, you’ll be safe! You won’t hafta worry ‘bout the zombies anymore.” I chewed on my bottom lip. I didn’t like being pessimistic around Mac, but I was a very pessimistic person. It’s hard not to be when you had watched your parents killed when you were seven. “Even if the rumors are true, that doesn’t mean that we would be safe forever,” I said bluntly, “they would find us eventually. They always do.” Mac was silent. I sighed internally. He was probably pissed now that I had rained on his parade. “I’m sorry,” he said abruptly. “I must have sounded like a damned fool, sprouting those silly childish dreams. I should know better.” He caught me off guard. I smiled. One of the reasons why I was so grateful for Mac was because he not only put up with me, but he refused to give into my pessimism. “Thanks, Mac,” I said faintly. |
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