Komrad Kolossus's Posts - Wicked Zombies2024-03-29T10:39:13ZKomrad Kolossushttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/Balthazzarhttp://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1965868929?profile=RESIZE_48X48&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1http://www.wickedzombies.com/profiles/blog/feed?user=vrubk01axui3&xn_auth=noThe Hang-Man's Treetag:www.wickedzombies.com,2014-08-05:2826695:BlogPost:5311922014-08-05T03:49:05.000ZKomrad Kolossushttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/Balthazzar
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A muffled crack echoed high up in the trees of the forest, two hundred yards to east a shambling mound of what was once a man dropped to the ground missing most of its head. Scanning the area and locating another target the cross hairs laid over the flesh eaters head. The barrel of the rifle followed the decayed thing for a second then claimed it. The walking corpse took one step before dropping, as its head rolled past its feet. Strapping the rifle to her back and…
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A muffled crack echoed high up in the trees of the forest, two hundred yards to east a shambling mound of what was once a man dropped to the ground missing most of its head. Scanning the area and locating another target the cross hairs laid over the flesh eaters head. The barrel of the rifle followed the decayed thing for a second then claimed it. The walking corpse took one step before dropping, as its head rolled past its feet. Strapping the rifle to her back and grabbing the handle of the rig, Jessie kicked off away from the perch she had made here and flew across the tree tops on her zipline back towards the ranger station. Five years ago her father had moved the whole family out here to leave and try to be safe from plague that covered the Earth. He had started working as a Park Ranger ten years before the outbreak and had been what most back then called a prepper. He ran ziplines between the four tallest stations and built several make shift tree houses through out the park. He also had had the four sight to stock pile each location with can goods, ammo and other supplies. She remembered how several of the locals called her dad crazy and would taunt them when he wasnt around. They did so much to her and her brothers, that when the day had come and world started to fall apart. And the locals came to them for help, she didnt cry or hesitate when she opened fired on the small crowd. It wasnt an act of vengeance or cruelty, to her she was preserving the quality of life for her family and protecting them from people who in her mind would have turned on them at the first chance.Broken Angels and Fallen Bones (7)tag:www.wickedzombies.com,2010-07-14:2826695:BlogPost:1280522010-07-14T11:03:12.000ZKomrad Kolossushttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/Balthazzar
<p>The sweet smell of treated oxygen floated into the room, goosebumps danced across his flesh as the soft hum of the A/C rattled off in the distance. Jerry laid there half asleep and half dead, or maybe he was dreaming he couldn't tell nor did he care. The bed under his body felt great and the lack of noise was what he wanted, he couldn't remember much about the car accident that put him in the hospital, but what he could recall seemed like a bad dream that happened to someone else over a…</p>
<p>The sweet smell of treated oxygen floated into the room, goosebumps danced across his flesh as the soft hum of the A/C rattled off in the distance. Jerry laid there half asleep and half dead, or maybe he was dreaming he couldn't tell nor did he care. The bed under his body felt great and the lack of noise was what he wanted, he couldn't remember much about the car accident that put him in the hospital, but what he could recall seemed like a bad dream that happened to someone else over a hundred years ago. Jerry tugged at the sheet that covered him as he mind drifted back to the accident. It had been raining most of the day, him and the other teachers had decided to cancell the last of their classes and send the students home. The power had not been steady and no one wanted to be stuck in school during a black out with a chance of a flash flood. Helping his fourth tier class pack up and head off to their rooms, Jerry had noticed that the storm had picked up and was now moving faster.</p>
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<p>He ran over to the direct line to the home office and warned them "I believe the storm is not natural it could be one of the students we have 5 that are capable of something like this". The voice on the other end just passed him off, gave Jerry the normal we'll look into it routine.... No one at home office took the teachers opinions seriously until they themselves got to see the subjects, well students, in action. Dropping the phone and rushing off to the parking grounds Jerry came across one of the younger kids who was lost and scared. He scooped her up in his arms and got them both out of the rain before asking her if she was from Red Campus or Blue Campus. The little girl stared at him, her eyes were devoid of any sign of childhood innocence, he could feel her pushing her way into him. Standing up Jerry tried to secure himself from the girl, running back out into the rain to put some distance between them. As he turned around, now ready to fight off his attacker with his own ability</p>Broken Angels and Fallen Bones (6)tag:www.wickedzombies.com,2010-07-10:2826695:BlogPost:1269632010-07-10T11:18:37.000ZKomrad Kolossushttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/Balthazzar
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<p>As the cursed stood there howling and cheering on the defeat of one, they soon realized the second piece of meat was not giving up so easily. Miguel leaped into the air towards a near by building then ran against the wall until he reached the roof top. Dropping to his stomach he covered his ears, the large victorious cursed that had seen the end of Marco grunted and barked at the others near him, giving them orders in their own right. They slowly decended upon the hut circling it and guaranteeing no escape for their lunch that now sat upon it.</p>
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<p>The cursed moved in a uniformed fashion two covered each door way and the rest started to smash out the windows and bang on the walls. Belial watched from her perch inside one of the sealed off buildings only half a block away, she had never seen such order in the cursed before. She removed her rifle and started to set it up just in case the cursed decided to come after her next, she was sure they weren't but at the same time one could never be to carefull.</p>
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<p>The midday sun eat through the morning overcast, visible rays of sunlighted spyed on the town like spotlights. It had been a long hard morning and the afternoon had decided to kick it up a notch. Two men stood back to back against one another as a hungry mass of the cursed closed in. The men were dressed in matching clothing, simple black jeans covered loosely by infrared-skin meshed chest armour. The chest piece was light-weight and helped the body to cool off and recycle water, plus it…</p>
<p>The midday sun eat through the morning overcast, visible rays of sunlighted spyed on the town like spotlights. It had been a long hard morning and the afternoon had decided to kick it up a notch. Two men stood back to back against one another as a hungry mass of the cursed closed in. The men were dressed in matching clothing, simple black jeans covered loosely by infrared-skin meshed chest armour. The chest piece was light-weight and helped the body to cool off and recycle water, plus it also acted as a bullet proof vest and a great pillow.</p>
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<p>Marco's gripped tightened around his knife turning his knuckles white, he spit and grunted loudly trying to scare off the curse but it only seemed to make them think he was playing some sick twisted childhood game. They stood there mocking what they once were, almost possessing some echo of their former lives, the leader of the group moved in closer. Swatting away at the fragments and limbs of his own that had fallen in this battle of food. Miguel kept both his eyes on him, his muscling twitching as he waited for the right time to lash out and attack the first one that got to close. Marco spoke over his shoulder to Miguel "they're getting ready for a blitz attack" but before Miguel could reply the cursed launched the attack.</p>
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<p>Seven rotten living corpses came flying at the men, moving faster then they thought possible, their howling screams filled the air and shook the ground. Miguel jumped straight up into the air, reaching behind his back and withdrawing a small glass orb he tossed it at the leader of the pack. The orb exploded, shardes of glass ripped through the leaders body causing him to stagger backwards. As the shards hit the ground they bounced back into the air reformed into an orb and went after another target. Pointing his finger Miguel yelled "There" and the orb followed its given directions.</p>
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<p>Standing there alone facing three of the cursed Marco laughed and went in, slicing across the air violently as if dancing to a tune only he could hear. As they got closer Marco sped up his movements, quickly he tossed the knife in to the skull of the one on his left, then tackled the middle one hard. Pushing his body as deep as he could into the rotten muscle mass that stood before him, Marco wrapped his arms around the thing locked his figners behind its back sending them both to the ground. As the cursed one the right followed in pursit of his next meal, he was stunned to find that his brothern was now standing before him when a grin on his face. He howled out in victory shaking his hands in the air then turned to see what was going on with the second piece of meat.</p>Broken Angels and Fallen Bones (4)tag:www.wickedzombies.com,2010-06-30:2826695:BlogPost:1224082010-06-30T11:18:26.000ZKomrad Kolossushttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/Balthazzar
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<p>As Jerry slept Belial watched him closely, keeping her eyes on the numerous medical machines she had him hooked up to. At one time she could have told you the name of each and what it was used for, but now she just remembered the important things about each one. The one with the dancing green line tells you if the heart is still beating, the one that spits out lined paper shows you how…</p>
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<p>As Jerry slept Belial watched him closely, keeping her eyes on the numerous medical machines she had him hooked up to. At one time she could have told you the name of each and what it was used for, but now she just remembered the important things about each one. The one with the dancing green line tells you if the heart is still beating, the one that spits out lined paper shows you how the heart is beating, the in-mouth air hose keeps you breathing. Not she had ever lost an unfreeze before, it was just sometimes after using her gift they back to life much different then people should be.</p>
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<p>Jerry would remain here in bed in this small and heavily locked room for three more days, then it would be time to see if he would end up fast food or keep the cursed occupied in a good chase. When Belial had first started using the cryo-people as a way to distract the curse she thought it was wrong. But now days she didn't care anymore a majority of them had been in there for over 30 years and the right way to bring them back only worked once in a great while. Pulling the door closed and sealing the locks Belial headed down the hallway and out into the new day.</p>
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<p>Her heavy boots clanked and rattled the catwalk as she made her way to the tower, there she sat down, leaned back and relaxed. Below her the cursed hadn't started to move just yet... in fact the whole area was dead silent. Pulling herself up and pulling out the small mobile monitor she started to scan the area cameras. Her eyes widened in amazement, not one camera showed on of the cursed anywhere near her, she started searching the ones that lead farther out into the town and farther still. When she reached camera 36C she found them. The visions that glowed in front of her made Belial jump to her feet and back down the catwalk.</p>
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<p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><font size="4"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><font color="#000000">Belial wheeled the canister onto the walkway that floated in the air, underneath them stood seven large vats full of salt water. Pushing the canister down to the first docking, she attached the cables and chains before heading over to the control pannel. As the blue button started to glow under her thumb Vat number 4 started to boil cause the water inside to swirl around and steam. Jerry was</font></span> <span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><font color="#000000">lifted out of his canister and moved across the room by what at one time would have been a hi-tech crane, now it was something that looked like it belong in the junk yard helping to crush old cars.</font></span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><font color="#000000" size="4">Sighing heavily Belial paced in a small circle, she knew what she had to do, she just didn't like the only option she had left. As she removed her hoodie, shirt and gloves the room started to be filled with a pulsating blue green glow. The viral lightening bolts that decorated her arms and chest hummed in the darkness placeing both hands on the vat she concentrated.</font></span></p>
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<p>The buzzing of the over-head lights danced in sync with thir flickering, reaching her arm up and tapping the side of one of the elongated tubes Belial put an end to it. The swirling sound of her hard drive coming to life filled the concrete windowless room. Three months ago she had went out and set up a few sensors at first they were to track the movement of the cursed but just last week they had starting picking up something else. They were to large to animals and moved to fast to be the cursed, it was this plus a few other signs she had seen that gave iron will to her belief that there were in fact other humans in the city hidding.</p>
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<p>Sector 101 had the most traffic as of late, mostly at night and never for more then 30 minutes. She guessed that they had either set up a base camp close, that or they to had learned a few things about the livign dead like she did.</p>
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<p>Sector 201 was empty and still more dead then the cursed walking the streets, it always was, what would you expet from a library. Not like there are people out there rushing to get the new number one best seller anymore. Granted she herself had brought home a few books when placing the sensor in the library, and had also tucked away a few bug-out supplies just in case.</p>
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<p>Sipping her coffee and rum Belial leaned back over the chair cracked her neck and stood up. Of all the things in her routine here she hated being down here near the cold storage tanks, it was like playing with the cursed's food supply. Walking into the first chamber she zipped up her bio-suit and headed on in to the the second chamber. There along the north wall were over 30 bodies all freshly frozen in deep cryonics.</p>
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<p>She had felt bad for the first two times she defrosted one of these people only to use them as a frozen dinner for the cursed but after hse found all thier files she didn't care. Everyone in this one unit was either dying, had some uncureable condition, or worse was filthy rich.</p>
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<p>Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh<br></br>Terror builds, at the thought of being dead<br></br>Prophecy of the wisemen of old<br></br>Now comes true, as the corpses break the soil<br></br>Ancient spell breaks the sleep of the dead<br></br> "The Undead Will Feast - Cannibal Corpse"</p>
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<p>The summer rain washed the dust covered streets, cleaning away the stains of blood,…</p>
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<p>Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh<br/>Terror builds, at the thought of being dead<br/>Prophecy of the wisemen of old<br/>Now comes true, as the corpses break the soil<br/>Ancient spell breaks the sleep of the dead<br/> "The Undead Will Feast - Cannibal Corpse"</p>
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<p>The summer rain washed the dust covered streets, cleaning away the stains of blood, and the rotten clumps of decayed flesh. As the lightening danced over the sky the rain fell harder, main street was getting its old self back slowly. Belial couldn't remember the last time it had rained this hard, she sat there up in her perch watching, as the cursed made their way on the ground baffled by storm. "Apparently you die, and become stupid" she tugged her hoodie over her head tighter, leaned back against the railing and hummed along with her music. Her mind wondered back to both the days of the cursed, back when she was much younger, back when she was happy to be alive. The further she drifted back the clearer she could see how life used to be.</p>
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<p>Seeing her mother and father waving goodbye to her as she started off to college was as far back as she would go, it was with in days of that, that the world turned in on itself. Getting up and removing the soaked hoodie Belial stood one hand on the railing the other sliding the iPod into her pocket. Goosesbumps covered her exposed skin as the storm changed the wind and head back towards the center of town. Her hair flicked and snapped with the change, cupping her hands over her mouth she yelled out.</p>
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<p>No one answered her they never did, she wasnt alone in the town there were others who had survived but they refused to believe her that the cursed would not attack them accept at night or if their stash of rotted meat had gone low. She just wanted someone to talk to, she needed to hear another voice besides her own. The silence of being an outcast was growing on her fast. Releasing a heavy sigh as plopped back down pulled her legs up to her chest and burried her face into her knees.</p>
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<p>**note to the readers: sorry its a small installment but its all i really had time to add for now, got more coming soon I promise**</p>
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<p>The emptyness of the highway swallowed them whole, the faint white passing lines that once indicated which lane was which even started to be echoes of their former selves. Ezra fiddled with the iPod scrolling through its contents, he slowly smiled when he found the song he had been looking for. Sunny jerked out of a dead sleep to the sound…</p>
<p>**note to the readers: sorry its a small installment but its all i really had time to add for now, got more coming soon I promise**</p>
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<p>The emptyness of the highway swallowed them whole, the faint white passing lines that once indicated which lane was which even started to be echoes of their former selves. Ezra fiddled with the iPod scrolling through its contents, he slowly smiled when he found the song he had been looking for. Sunny jerked out of a dead sleep to the sound of Peter Steele screaming out, rubbing his eyes he leered over at Ezra "this early in the morning come on man i need sleep!" Sunny huffed and sighed then rolled over, the large and deep bellows of Erzas laugh drowned out the song as Erza turned the radio down. They had been driving for two weeks now and were near their target they stopped here for one last nights rest. They did have a simple mission set out before them like some of the others did, no had a risky one, no simple "go blow this up and try not to die". They had to go and actually live through this event to many people were depending on them to return with their goal reached and their teasure secured.</p>
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<p>"Fine you sleep, I'll go check on the guys" clipping the headphones into the iPod Erza walked out of the hotel room they had accquired just hours ago and headed down the hallway. This hotel had once been the main attraction of the town they were in and now it was nothing but a cheap clone of the ancient ruins. Time and the events of the world had taken all the glamour away and left this bleek husk behind. As he entered the lobby he could smell the scent of roasting meat and hear the men laughing away.</p>
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<p>Kross stood in the small room surrounded by darkness, he was awoken by the of breaking glass. Standing there in complete silence he waited and listened. Creeping across the floor and to the door of his sleeping chamber he laid his hand palm side down on the wall and took a slow deep breathe. Centering his thoughts, he could bearly hear the voice of the interuders in his home. Pushing his back up against the wall he waited as they got closer.</p>
<p>"shhhh he might hear us"</p>
<p>"theres no way he can hear us I told you i drugged him he's out like a light"</p>
<p>"then lets make this quick, we go in, and get what we need and...</p>
<p>"kill kross"</p>
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<p></p>The Human Shuttertag:www.wickedzombies.com,2010-04-07:2826695:BlogPost:969232010-04-07T11:04:32.000ZKomrad Kolossushttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/Balthazzar
<p>**authors note: this will be an ongoing tale for Wicked Zombies only, I will be writting this as I take breaks from my current writting taskes or if i just need to clear my head. The title The Human Shutter is a inside joke that me and my recently lost cousin talked about and used often in refference to many things. It has countless meanings as you will see here in the following tale. Comments and asked are more then…</p>
<p>**authors note: this will be an ongoing tale for Wicked Zombies only, I will be writting this as I take breaks from my current writting taskes or if i just need to clear my head. The title The Human Shutter is a inside joke that me and my recently lost cousin talked about and used often in refference to many things. It has countless meanings as you will see here in the following tale. Comments and asked are more then welkomed.**</p>
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<p>"I rode a tank <br/>Held a general's rank <br/>When the Blitzkrieg raged <br/>And the bodies stank " - Sympathy for the Devil * The Rolling Stones</p>
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<p>Kross walked over and stood at the base of the hill, looking down at his feet and noticing the bloos stains that now covered his jump boots. A small and chilling breeze rushed against his back forcing him to look up and see the last truck pull away, he raised his hand and waved good-bye. The sun settled into the bosom of night, draging the makeshift camo Kross covered the foot path and headed up the hill. Sitting under the rather large and dominating mesquite tree that claimed itself king of the mountain Alec could hear Kross approaching.</p>
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<p>"Heavy footsteps my brother" Alec snickered and looked at Kross, they both had an unusual friendship born out of rivalry and hatred, but forged in the everlasting bounds of survival. Alec laid his journey down and withdrew his cigarette case and fetched out two smokes.</p>
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<p>"Heavy burdens make them so brother" His voice was deep and carried, Kross never needed to speak loud or clearly, even as a child when he spoke people listened. If his mother had had her way Kross would have been singing Opera at age 13 when his voice got deeper. It was his father who made damn sure the boy would never end up doing something so gay as he put it and took a knife to Kross's face. "After all" his father said "who would pay to see a mug like that".. "Heavy burdens make them so" Kross sat down across from Alec and took the offered smoke, enjoying the taste of cherry flavoured tabacoo he exhaled softly and rested.</p>
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<p>The stars started to dance and shine in the night sky as the two friends made camp under the tree 25 feet below them on the meadow hidden out of sight by the small hill, the other laid asleep in their tents. The day had been hard for everyone, so many things were destroyed, lost and missing that all anyone wanted to do was sleep. Kross and Alec both knew this camp site was safe for at least six days, they had already agreed on letting everyone rest for five before breaking ground.</p>
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<p>1600 Miles Away:</p>
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<p>The four cargo trucks flew down the highway their headlights only showing the rapidly passing white line. The roaring engines ripped the gently night in half as the thudding bumps oif the fresh tire tread followed. Once they were out of the hill country and back on the open road, they went from single file to side by side. Increasing thier speed the trucks flew through the first three small towns and started their finaly decent upon the city. Gripping the wheel turning his knucles white Sunny smiled. The co-pilot Ezra grabbed the cb radio and started to speak.</p>
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<p>"it is now time</p>
<p>we strike hard</p>
<p>we strike to kill</p>
<p>we leave nothing behind</p>
<p>God save not us but our brothers and sisters left behind"</p>
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<p>The four trucks went in sperate directions as they hit the first major highway, blasting thier horns and turning off thier headlights. The element of surprise wasn't fully lost and the element of shock had just been gained. As they got deeper into downtown Ezra reached down and ripped the cb out of the truck, no more communication to each other everyone knew their job, Sunny laughed as they saw the first break of flase sunlight then heard and felt the cracking boom. "That was Bishops payload" Ezra nodded hitting the main interstate they drove out of the city and headed off to thier target.</p>
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<p>Camp Ground Zero:</p>
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<p>Kross was standing at the river double checking the progess of the fishing, instead what he found was the first sign that they had lucked out. A few of the younger men in the group had set up and few barriers using old and worn out rain coats and had attached them to branches. Making a sort of bank tellers line forcing the fish to swim through and right into the waiting nets. The four men were busying cleaning and gutting the fresh morning catch as Kross came closer to them.</p>
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<p>"Great job guys, I mean it you saved us time and trouble here" peter was the first to speak</p>
<p>"thanks we just got the idea last night and toyed with it this morning, the only down side to it is that the rain coats we used won't last long or be much good for anything else."</p>
<p>Kross nodded "Well its a good thing I have extra slickers, body bags and tents we can use, you boys just became offical fishermen, you've got a great haul for breakfast" Kross got down in the water next to them and started helping in the cleaning and gutting of the fish. He was more then happy to help out and enjoyed working up a good sweat before breakfast.</p>
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<p>Alec awoke in the midday sun and stretched as he left his tent, the scent of food filled the air and his stomach growled for it. "First things first" he mumbled to himself. reaching the top of the hill and the base of the tree Alec sat down leaned against it and looked out over the camp. It had been two days of rest and light duty, scanning the horizon he could see a storm heading in thier direction they had maybe seven hours before the rains would hit. He got up dusted off his pants and headed off to get some food and let Kross know what was heading towards them.</p>
<p><br/><br/></p>A sample of the writting I have been doing thus fartag:www.wickedzombies.com,2010-03-17:2826695:BlogPost:922422010-03-17T10:21:01.000ZKomrad Kolossushttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/Balthazzar
<p>**this part of the story has been re-written about 5 times now and this is the fourth of those steps I am sharing with you some of the things were changed in the final step but mostly just details**</p>
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<p>Daniel stood near the edge of the bridge holding tightly to his play sheriff hat, the toy six-shooter cap gun laid heavily in its plastic holster. His eyes locked on the focal point of the road that was stretched out before him.</p>
<p>"It has to be this way Danny"…</p>
<p>**this part of the story has been re-written about 5 times now and this is the fourth of those steps I am sharing with you some of the things were changed in the final step but mostly just details**</p>
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<p>Daniel stood near the edge of the bridge holding tightly to his play sheriff hat, the toy six-shooter cap gun laid heavily in its plastic holster. His eyes locked on the focal point of the road that was stretched out before him.</p>
<p>"It has to be this way Danny" Daniel repeated the words his older brother told him, they sounded nothing like his brothers, to Daniel his brothers voice sounded like their fathers.. Daniel missed his father right now, he would have made Patrick stay here to watch over him, and would have gone himself to set up the explosives.</p>
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<p>Alice walked up and placed her hands on Daniels shoulders, "He'll be okay hun, him and Lex will be back soon". Daniel turned to her, his eyes started to tear up as his bottom lip quivered, "Only one of them will come back and I can't see who it is, one of them will die one of them will die ONE OF THEM WILL DIE" The boyish sweet innocence and angelic mood that was always with Daniel melted way. Alice knew that what he was saying would end up true, he had never been wrong before and it was his gift that saved them in Kansas. Alice started to shake with fear as Daniels tanturm contined.</p>
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<p>Down by the jeep Greg was working on the flat tire when he heard Daniel screaming, all he could make out was one word "DIE". Getting up to his feet and running at full speed Greg prayed he got there in time to help. Coming around the corner of the barn where they had stayed just the night before Greg reached out to the back of the second truck and grabbing his rifle.</p>
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<p>A white hot wave washed over Greg, causing him to come to a complete stop and stand there like a tree. His body was no longer under his control nor his mind. Flying down a dark tunnel then jerking hard back he saw himself standing there and then saw the bridge and Daniel. Daniel was pointing the opposite side and there Greg saw it a rather large mass of zombies and they were moving fast too fast for Patrick and James to finish laying out the explosives to destroy the only link fto where they were now.</p>
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<p>*I have been working on this story for over two months now it has eatten up almost all of my free time i hope that you at least enjoyed this small sample*</p>The Horde 2tag:www.wickedzombies.com,2009-12-31:2826695:BlogPost:795722009-12-31T06:14:12.000ZKomrad Kolossushttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/Balthazzar
"I see a line of cars and they're all painted black<br />
With flowers and my love both never to come back<br />
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away<br />
Like a new born baby it just happens every day" The Rolling Stones<br />
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As they started to head home, the radar started to beep. It was showing a distress becon had been activated inside the city.<br />
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"Captain Daniels wants us to check this out" the pilots voice cracked over the headset. Nodding his head he called over to the others and informed…
"I see a line of cars and they're all painted black<br />
With flowers and my love both never to come back<br />
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away<br />
Like a new born baby it just happens every day" The Rolling Stones<br />
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As they started to head home, the radar started to beep. It was showing a distress becon had been activated inside the city.<br />
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"Captain Daniels wants us to check this out" the pilots voice cracked over the headset. Nodding his head he called over to the others and informed them. "City sweep no land unless survivors are found, I repeat no land" flying into the city was a dangerous task, even with trained men and gun ships. The city had been cut off for over six months as far as anyone at the base knew there wasn't a living person left there. When the infection first hit, it washed over the city in a matter of hours leaving nothing but the infected and destruction in it's wake.<br />
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The flight path was already laid out to where the becon was coming from, they made sure to stay high, and away from any high-rise buildings. In and out was the main goal here, if the becon had been set off by survivors then by now they would have gotten the prerecord message to turn on the infrared strobe and wait. Two blocks from the sorce of the becon they saw the stobe, switching to thermal vision they saw that there were in fact five survivors hidding on the roof of a broken down garage.The Hordetag:www.wickedzombies.com,2009-12-25:2826695:BlogPost:786232009-12-25T11:24:31.000ZKomrad Kolossushttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/Balthazzar
"Oh, a storm is threat'ning<br />
My very life today<br />
If I don't get some shelter<br />
Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away<br />
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War, children, it's just a shot away<br />
It's just a shot away<br />
War, children, it's just a shot away<br />
It's just a shot away" - The Rolling Stones<br />
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Flying in low the whirling blades of the helicopter were drowned out inside his helmet by Mick Jagger's voice belting out Gimme Shelter. He kept his eyes closed as tight as he could, trying his best to atleast get a few moments of rest, night runs…
"Oh, a storm is threat'ning<br />
My very life today<br />
If I don't get some shelter<br />
Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away<br />
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War, children, it's just a shot away<br />
It's just a shot away<br />
War, children, it's just a shot away<br />
It's just a shot away" - The Rolling Stones<br />
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Flying in low the whirling blades of the helicopter were drowned out inside his helmet by Mick Jagger's voice belting out Gimme Shelter. He kept his eyes closed as tight as he could, trying his best to atleast get a few moments of rest, night runs always gave him a sense of doom and this time it wasn't any different. The call had come out a hour ago, Base Camp Meyer was under siege and surrounded, they had no fuel for air support and had high causalties. They were shooting anyone bitten quicker then they were killing the ones spreading the infection. Over half of the grunts were dead already and there was no true form of leadership... Captain Daniels gave the order, one that you never really want to hear or worse have to follow.<br />
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It was a simple task fly and give light air support so that the truth of the outbreak could be judged, and if found necessary ... exterminate everything in the area for five miles including the uninfected. Gripping the handle of his rifle tighter he sighed as the pilot broke in over the music "5 minutes". His eyes opened as the side doors slide open, the night sky was pitch black and cold. "If there is a god he's sure as shit isn't watching us anymore" ... He looked over at Micthell nodded his head.<br />
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As the helicopters came upon their destination the black starfilled sky gave way to flood lights and bon fires. The outter fence was gone, the inner barricade was overrun.. they were everywhere. They started their attack first fireing into the ones unlucky enough to be at the outter reaches of the camp the four copters moved in a circling pattern working closer to the center of the camp. Out in the thick of the mayhem stood a small unit of troops, 7 in total they had taken position on top of the armory.<br />
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"Captin... we got seven that are not I repeat not Infected they are located high enough for a pick up" His voice was sharp and clear, he wanted his point made that they in fact could save some, even through his orders were to do the exact opposite. " You have your orders strike leader"<br />
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He hung his head then gave the order "Black Star Black Star", time slowed down for a second just long enough for him to mouth "I'm sorry" before the heavy guns and rocket launchers opened up on the Armory and everything else. As they took a hard left back into the blackness of the night he could hear the jet catching up and passing them. With in moments the smell of naplam soaked into the cabin.The Countdown Ended 6tag:www.wickedzombies.com,2009-11-26:2826695:BlogPost:720682009-11-26T11:37:14.000ZKomrad Kolossushttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/Balthazzar
<i>PLEASE JUST GO BY THERE WE DID IT FOR YOU<br />
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE</i><br />
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The girl whined over and over fighting with her brother Hector and me, she needed no wanted to see if her boyfriend was still at his apartment waiting for her to come home. I agrued with her that it was different with my parents they were stocked up and i had warned them when this all started, ot didn't help.<br />
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Hector grabbed her and shook her trying to get her to calm down<br />
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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE</i><br />
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The girl whined over and over fighting with her brother Hector and me, she needed no wanted to see if her boyfriend was still at his apartment waiting for her to come home. I agrued with her that it was different with my parents they were stocked up and i had warned them when this all started, ot didn't help.<br />
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Hector grabbed her and shook her trying to get her to calm down<br />
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Hectors words were falling on deaf ears. Pulling over I looked in the back seat of my SUV and laid my hand on Sonia's leg "you know he could be dead and if he is you don't wanna see what they've done to him hun" she relaxed and cried "We'll go by but you're staying in the car with Hector and Mikey, I'll go inside and check it out". Hector didn't like the idea, Mikey started to load the pistol i had gotten at home.<br />
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"yeah Mikey, I will I got a family to see and one to keep safe now don't I?"</i><br />
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After what should have been ten minutes of driving but now was 45 from all the obstacles we reached the small apartment complex. There was about 20 government housing style apartmets some were duplexs. Sonia pointed out which one was his.<br />
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As I walked into the court yard i turned around and gave Hector the signal to start driving in circles around the complex just in case. The door was closed and locked, i knocked and called out " Victor"<br />
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"We don't have time to be nice" I actually heard myself say it as i emptied three rounds from my shotgun into the door hinges and knob. the room was clean with no sign that anyone had ever been in here for a very long time. Fish swam around in circles in their tank which needed water. A Flat screen tv stood on the wall showing snow and the red word mute on the bottom corner. I called out again "VICTOR!"<br />
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there was something in the bedroomThe countdown ended 5tag:www.wickedzombies.com,2009-11-26:2826695:BlogPost:719812009-11-26T06:00:55.000ZKomrad Kolossushttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/Balthazzar
It had been three days since I left the saftey of my stone tower and picked up three new mouths to feed. After the night of the fire, we raced down to where my truck had been parked and hit the road. As we drove the girl told me how others where they were hidding had started to turn on each other killing anyone who didn't agree with the majority rule, it was the small and shy boy that filled me in on what they had tried to turn to as a food alternative. Hearing him convey that the idea of…
It had been three days since I left the saftey of my stone tower and picked up three new mouths to feed. After the night of the fire, we raced down to where my truck had been parked and hit the road. As we drove the girl told me how others where they were hidding had started to turn on each other killing anyone who didn't agree with the majority rule, it was the small and shy boy that filled me in on what they had tried to turn to as a food alternative. Hearing him convey that the idea of eating those who were killed when the food ran low was sickening. That's why hector had gotten his sister and brother out of there, they never told anyone in the abandoned grocery store about me, i was some how their secret and their dream of escape.<br />
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I pulled into the nieghborhood that I had spent most of my life in, hoping praying that my parents had gotten out and left me a sign, or that if they hadn't that somehow they were still alive. My prayers were not answered the devistation that was layed out before our eyes was pure terror. Bodies lined the street, the smell of rot and decay was thick enough that you could taste it. I parked the truck and approached my home. The front door was bashed in the house looked like total chaos had spent the night. Blood was smeared on the walls, body parts covered the floor, spent rounds from hand guns and shotguns decorated everything. Tears started to well up in my eyes as i entered the back bedroom, my parents room the one place i used to feel safe in no matter what the world had thrown at me. Opening the doot slowly i peaked in and there sitting on top of a made bed was a single piece of paper. Upon it read only two words "Lake House"..... I cried they had gotten out and there was still a chance they were alive.<br />
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I raided what i could from our garage and a few of the houses near by, luckily we didn't run into anything. it wasnt much but its better then nothing.The Countdown Ended 4tag:www.wickedzombies.com,2009-11-13:2826695:BlogPost:683822009-11-13T06:24:16.000ZKomrad Kolossushttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/Balthazzar
As the second shadow over took telling me why they had come to here my hiding place the third figure who was still staying back in the brush jerked its head to the left and then ran in towards the door at full speed.<br />
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<b>“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!!!! THEY’RE HERE THEY’RE HERE!!!”</b><br />
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My hand reached up removed the noose and swung the door open the three of them came crashing into the room, it was Hector that paused and then jumped back to help me lock the make shift door and barricade it once…
As the second shadow over took telling me why they had come to here my hiding place the third figure who was still staying back in the brush jerked its head to the left and then ran in towards the door at full speed.<br />
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<b>“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!!!! THEY’RE HERE THEY’RE HERE!!!”</b><br />
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My hand reached up removed the noose and swung the door open the three of them came crashing into the room, it was Hector that paused and then jumped back to help me lock the make shift door and barricade it once more. Getting to see the shadows in light finally made a difference they were young not one of them over 25, two males and a female. They all had similar qualities, they must have been related maybe brothers and sister or cousin… not that it mattered right now the only thing that did was getting ready for the onslaught that was heading for us.<br />
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Looking at the girl and the boy my urge to live took over <b>“You two climb the ladder up to the roof and lay down DO NOT STAND UP AT ALL!” “Hector over in the corner under the sleeping bag is an extra machete grab it and the back pack we got to get …”</b><br />
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The door jumped sending me crashing into Hector, scrambling to my feet I saw the door held for the first wave of ramming. Quickly following Hector up the ladder and we reached the top where I poured out the last of my gasoline down on the ladder, and waited.<br />
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<b>“Okay stay low and quiet we’ll only have one shot at this”</b> I watched through the opening of the roof and counted the banging on the door. It was the fourth one that made the door shatter into splinters. As the four undead beasts ran into the room they howled and moaned. Trying to piece together where their dinner had gone, just as one of them looked up I struck my zippo and dropped it, in a mere matter of second the room was ablaze I rolled over and kicked the large side stone siding it down to the ground and trapping them my cheaply made oven.Faskination, obession, addiktion,unkontrollible lusttag:www.wickedzombies.com,2009-11-12:2826695:BlogPost:681122009-11-12T08:38:02.000ZKomrad Kolossushttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/Balthazzar
whoa whoa okay first get your minds outta the gutter please and wipe your feet<br />
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this here is about things we kan spend hours talking about, and things we kan get easily lost in.<br />
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For me there are only a few subjekts and i would like to share them so that maybe some of you might get to know me better ( and be klued in on some of my jokes as they get odder and odder)<br />
I kan spend hours upon hours talking about kmics and not just be limited to those of the Marvel or D.C. universes. As a child I…
whoa whoa okay first get your minds outta the gutter please and wipe your feet<br />
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this here is about things we kan spend hours talking about, and things we kan get easily lost in.<br />
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For me there are only a few subjekts and i would like to share them so that maybe some of you might get to know me better ( and be klued in on some of my jokes as they get odder and odder)<br />
I kan spend hours upon hours talking about kmics and not just be limited to those of the Marvel or D.C. universes. As a child I wasn't much of a team player or a go getter, I was more komfortable inside my room reading or trying to teakh myself how to draw ( which was a bad failure thank god for MS Paint and Photoshop... if I ever figure it out) and those to loves gave birth in away to me writting all the time.<br />
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I had a bad habit though of never keeping any of the komics I read, i would read them several times a week then give them to what few friends I had. As I headed off into my early teens I was introduced to role playing games, yes D&D was the first and longest running. I have played many games inkluding everything white wolf has come out with, in fact a few weeks before I joined Wicked Zombies I was perparing a gaming session for a group of friends in which we had inkorparated several role playing games ( this span covered rifts to vampire).<br />
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But my love for the mutants and they konstant battle is still a core center for me. there have been more then i kould ever kount of lost hours talking about why the X-men and other komic book movies were both great and lacking for true fans. There have been debates on if the aktor they kasted did a good enough job or were they a prefekt fit. Now i guess i should say I'm not a "fan boy" I don't to the kon trips or the dressing up as my fave hero/villian, i just never got that whole thing. I do konsider myself more of a border-line low level geek when it comes to Komics though.A fun little Konvo I had this Weekend with a friendtag:www.wickedzombies.com,2009-11-10:2826695:BlogPost:676282009-11-10T09:04:11.000ZKomrad Kolossushttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/Balthazzar
So this weekend I visited with some friends one of whom is a "big movie buff" (yet he has never seen the boondock saints, Blood in Blood out bound by honor, of any of the Star Wars.. even the original 3) anyways. As we sat there enjoying our lunkh he onke again started to go on and on about the krow movies and how the last three were roughily thrown together just to make money and how they stole the limelight from part one ( let me say this real quikk i don't want to offend any of you here. I…
So this weekend I visited with some friends one of whom is a "big movie buff" (yet he has never seen the boondock saints, Blood in Blood out bound by honor, of any of the Star Wars.. even the original 3) anyways. As we sat there enjoying our lunkh he onke again started to go on and on about the krow movies and how the last three were roughily thrown together just to make money and how they stole the limelight from part one ( let me say this real quikk i don't want to offend any of you here. I LOVE THE CROW MOVIES!!... but I had to mess with him!!!!!) He kontinued his rant about how they varified off the komiks ( never knew there were any) and how the Krow was one of the most komplex and ultimate heroes ever made... (this is when i jumped in with only one comment)<br />
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As he was taking a small break and sipping on his drink I blurted out "Yeah the Krow was pretty kool for a vegetarian zombie."<br />
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Who would have known one little statement would send my friend into full blown foaming at the mouth anger... ( well yeah I did )<br />
(to make this easier to type what i said will be bolded and his won't)<br />
"the crow is not some effing zombie!! (yes he said effing) he never once craved human flesh"<br />
<b>that's cause he was a vegan</b><br />
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He came back from the dead for justice for what happened to him<br />
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<b>yeah he was dead then he krawled out of a grave in the earth... thats a zombie</b><br />
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he had special powers!<br />
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<b>yeah he felt no pain, kould fall off building and not get hurt... must be living dead zombies don't have feelings either they're dead</b><br />
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when he was dying he felt pain!<br />
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<b>well im sure it was just a memory lapse he had and remembered what pain was suppose to be, he's a trikky zombie that one</b><br />
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he could see in to peoples minds and use things they saw agianst other people<br />
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<b>okay so that would make him a pyskhik zombie who feeds on the emotions of others damn he really is trikky</b><br />
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It was at this point and time he stormed away from the table bitkhing the entire way out of the resturant about how the krow was not a zombie... the poor waitress asked us if our friend was unbalanced kause he was talking to himself outside in the parking lotThe Countdown Ended 3tag:www.wickedzombies.com,2009-11-05:2826695:BlogPost:668502009-11-05T11:20:53.000ZKomrad Kolossushttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/Balthazzar
Pushing myself as deep as I could into the shadows, my hand held the machete in a white knuckle grip. The footsteps got closer, and I could barely make out whispers… they were talking to each other but what the hell were they saying. I focused harder forcing the sound of the wind and my heart beat to be drowned out trying my best to lock on to their words.<br />
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<i>“Are you sure you saw someone come up here, I mean 100% sure?”<br />
“Yes, and he had three backpacks with him, he’s been hiding in here this…</i>
Pushing myself as deep as I could into the shadows, my hand held the machete in a white knuckle grip. The footsteps got closer, and I could barely make out whispers… they were talking to each other but what the hell were they saying. I focused harder forcing the sound of the wind and my heart beat to be drowned out trying my best to lock on to their words.<br />
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<i>“Are you sure you saw someone come up here, I mean 100% sure?”<br />
“Yes, and he had three backpacks with him, he’s been hiding in here this whole time”</i><br />
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Shit they had known I was here, and they just let me stay here… anger started to pump into my blood stream.. They must be from the old grocery store across the road, they must think I’m either dead or doing better then they are. My mind raced with thoughts all of them were bad. I spun the machete back and forth murderous visions flashed before me.<br />
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<i>“Do you think he’ll be able to help us?”<br />
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“We can only hope, the others have started to go crazy and I for one don’t wanna go back there!”</i><br />
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I leaned forward… they were here for help from me??<br />
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The makeshift door rattled a bit followed by under-breath cussing and swearing. Using my free hand I slipped the noose holding the door wedge loose and cracked the door a tiny bit and replace the noose back on the wedge. They weren’t as close as I had first thought but close for me to see their outlines tucked away and behind the brush around the tower.<br />
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“What do you want!?” my voice was no where near as angry or tough as I wish it had been, I sounded like a scared lost kid at the mall. Out of the three of them a man stepped forward, he was slightly overweight but carried it well.<br />
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<i>“We saw you, a few days ago working on the truck down the way… are you gonna make a break for it?”</i><br />
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His voice was dry and he was almost out of breath, the other two must have run up ahead of him and then waited.<br />
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<i>“My name’s Hector, we came here cause … cause..”</i><br />
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A second shadow stepped out and took over Hector’s dialogue <i>“Look Mister!”</i>The Countdown Ended 2tag:www.wickedzombies.com,2009-11-03:2826695:BlogPost:666882009-11-03T11:37:23.000ZKomrad Kolossushttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/Balthazzar
As the night time air flowed through the small stone room, my mind wandered off and thought back. It had only been six days ago that I was on my way home from the store getting a few groceries and what not, nothing major just weekend supplies. When over the radio it was played the cheap annoying static ringing then the warning. I pulled over to listen, and that was my first mistake.<br />
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“THIS IS NOT A TEST WE REPEAT THIS IS NOT A TEST<br />
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THE FEVER OUTBREAK THAT HAS BEEN SPREADING ALL OVER THE…</i></u>
As the night time air flowed through the small stone room, my mind wandered off and thought back. It had only been six days ago that I was on my way home from the store getting a few groceries and what not, nothing major just weekend supplies. When over the radio it was played the cheap annoying static ringing then the warning. I pulled over to listen, and that was my first mistake.<br />
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“THIS IS NOT A TEST WE REPEAT THIS IS NOT A TEST<br />
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THE FEVER OUTBREAK THAT HAS BEEN SPREADING ALL OVER THE STATE<br />
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HAS INFACT TURNED OUT TO BE FAR WORSE THAN ANYONE FIRST GUEST<br />
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THOSE WHO HAVE DIED FROM THE ILLNESS . HAVE IN FACT RETURNED FROM<br />
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THE DEAD”</i></u><br />
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A joke it was to be some type of joke is all I could think<br />
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<u><i>“STAY HOME LOCK YOUR DOORS THE GOVERNOR HAS ISSUED MARSHAL LAW<br />
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AND HAS ORDERED SEVERAL TROOPS TO COME INTO THE LOCAL AREAS<br />
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FOR EVACUATIONS”</i></u><br />
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As I sat there the flow of traffic got worse, people were speeding and driving crazier then ever before, my mind was too busy watching the idiots to even notice the homeless person approaching my car. I didn’t even notice he was carrying a severed head in his hand.<br />
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I bolted straight up from my sleep, and stood quietly something was nearby outside the tower walking around in the thick brush. Waiting and taking shallow breathes I listened, their foot steps were too soft to be the undead, and I swear I could smell Zest body soapThe Countdown Endedtag:www.wickedzombies.com,2009-10-30:2826695:BlogPost:660072009-10-30T08:03:21.000ZKomrad Kolossushttp://www.wickedzombies.com/profile/Balthazzar
<i><b>“No energy left inside<br />
All used up until we died,<br />
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One by one we stood our ground<br />
By the engulfing swarms they captured our crown,<br />
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No spear, no bow nor even a blade<br />
Helped to diminish the walking dead that day<br />
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Hiding in shadows running from our fate<br />
To be served as lunch upon silver zombie plates.”</b></i><br />
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I staired at those words I found scratched into the stone wall for hours, my mouth spilling them out in some incoherent version of English. Running the tip of my finger over each…
<i><b>“No energy left inside<br />
All used up until we died,<br />
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One by one we stood our ground<br />
By the engulfing swarms they captured our crown,<br />
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No spear, no bow nor even a blade<br />
Helped to diminish the walking dead that day<br />
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Hiding in shadows running from our fate<br />
To be served as lunch upon silver zombie plates.”</b></i><br />
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I staired at those words I found scratched into the stone wall for hours, my mouth spilling them out in some incoherent version of English. Running the tip of my finger over each word my mind could just not settle on the fact that the dead had risen and were now roaming the earth freely. I had taken refuge in the old stone tower atop Comanche Hill, the walls were still strong and with only a single door in and out of the tower it was easy to barricade myself in.<br />
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As I sat on the top of the tower looking out in a pair of cheap Wal-mart binoculars, I watched the streets below; I could see most of Nacogdoches and Judson road. Vehicles lined both streets a few bodies littered the parking lot of the now closed down Albertsons. I knew there were people in there but not sure how many, of if they had even made it this far long. For right now my only thoughts were getting down the hill to my truck and then home I had to check on my parents. The cellphone had died before I was able to get an answer from dad about him and mom getting everything ready to go and securing the house. If they had gotten out then I would only have to turn the truck around and head out west.<br />
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Mom and Dad learned after the whole millennium bug threat to be prepared and it paid off. Their home contained enough supplies to keep a large family stocked for two months, while their cabin was the same last time we talked….. god I hope they made it out.