"Fucking crack addicts coming back for more..." he mumbled to himself as he pushed aside his cardboard blankets, and rummaged around in the darkness of his dumpster to find his baseball bat. He peeked out of the crack of the lid to see the crack addict shuffling towards him, groaning as he came.
"Dude, I told you, I haven't got any money, I'm a god damn hobo." Martin said to the man, but he just kept coming. Christ, must have really hit the crack hard.. he thought to himself, wondering if he would have to lay down the beatdowns once more.
The addict kept shuffling towards him, now growling. Martin lashed out with his baseball bat, hoping for the best. The man seemed unphased, and he struck out once more.
All of the sudden, a bullet pierced the addicts skull, and Martin stood in stunned silence. "WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?!!" he yelled at the man, wondering who this murderer was.
*Attention all citizens of Relyt. The recent epidemic that has hit our fine city has spun out of control. All humans infected with the Umbrage virus should be quarantined. If you know anybody who has been infected through a blood transfer of another infected, please avoid them at all cost. As of now, there is no cure for the virus and the outbreak has reached critical state. The government has quarantined the whole city. Nobody is allowed to leave. If any attempts are made, that person will be shot on the spot, no questions asked. We ask that all clean citizens please make there way to the police station. We are attempting to gather everyone together to ensure everyone's safety. If you run into a person who is infected, kindly ask them to report to quarantine on the edge of the city and then leave them. If they attempt to attack you, avoid all measures of being bitten as this is the main way the virus is being spread. God speed everyone.*
"... Wait, what the hell is going on here?"
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"One in every 10 million people can potentially have a headache from this pill." God forbid she is the 0.000000001% of having a headache.
Dr. Fitzgerald made his way through the ventilation system as the blighted forced their way into the janitor closet. I've got to get out of here, he thought as he crawled through the vents as the sounds of the blighted echoed into the shaft. Suddenly, the shaft started to shake and a piece seperated as it broke through the ceiling. Dr. Fitzgerald quickly found himself on the floor of a room where one of the blighted ravaged the body of a patient.
The comotion had alerted the blighted and it turned to look at Dr. Ftizgerald. It growled and lunged at him pinning him to the floor. Dr. Fitzgerald fought back as hard as he could in an attempt to keep it from biting him. Dr. Fitzgerald pushed the blighted off of him and reached for the nearby defibrillator, giving the blighted a lethal dose of eletricity. He stood up and looked down at the blighted lying dead on the floor as well as the patient who was dying. As he looked to the patient, who was trying to speak, but blood spewed from her mouth instead, Dr. Fitzgerald knew what he must do. He shattered the window of the fourth floor room and lifted the dying woman from the bed.
"I'm sorry," he told her as he walked over to the window, "This must be done," he finished as he threw her from the room.
Her body laid mangled on the ground for only a moment before she picked herself up, looked around and ran off. Then an announcement came over all of the intercoms in the hospital, telling anyone who is clean, to run to the police station. And so Dr. Fitzgerald did; he left the room and ran down the four sets of stairs and left the hospital, toward the police station.
An announcement rang through the street. Recovered, James stood up once again. The Police Station? A zombie attack? He thought I hope there are enough people to keep me safe. I don't want another one of those running after me. He then slowly made his way towards the Police Station, constantly looking all around to avoid being attacked on the spot.
Kon - Kon points the gun to the man's chest threatening to shoot him. Rather than face certain death, the man runs away with his car still in Kon's house.
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"And dont come back you pussy!" Kon screamed with anger.
Suddenly, a message was heard from every Radio, TV and speaker, telling people to head to the police station.
"I better get moving" He said while getting into the car that was left in his yard.
Kon started the engine and drove off towards the police station, armed with a 9mm pistol and equipped with 30 bullets and 5 grams of cocaine.
As everyone made their way to the police station, they were met with only confusion. The station was empty. Blood could be seen on the floors and walls but there were no bodies to be found. The people looked at each other, a rag tag group of all assortments.
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Martin spent hours crawling through the streets, avoiding the infected, and using his baseball bat when a confrontation could not be avoided. He had to leave all that he knew behind: his dumpster, those friendly crack addicts, even that hooker who sometimes talked to him, all were gone.
But, he was joyous to arrive at the police station, still alive and hoping to find officers to protect the citizens, and to finally receive a hot meal. His hopes were dashed when he walked through the doorway.
"Seven? We're all that survived? Martin said as he looked around, astonished as he looked at the ravaged, bloodied survivors. From the looks of it, only one other person knew much of the streets, and he was a bit too creepy for his own good.
"Well.... guess we'd better get aquainted, we're probably going to be spending a lot of time together. Name's Martin Kirby, I'm a.... vagabond. I know a lot about the streets, and can find a needle in a haystack if I need to."
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"One in every 10 million people can potentially have a headache from this pill." God forbid she is the 0.000000001% of having a headache.
While driving to the police station, Kon noticed that there aren't many survivors left. The city was ravaged, houses and buildings were burning and infected people roamed the streets aimlessly.
Kon arrived at the police station but this time ironically, not to get arrested, but to get saved.
"Alright! im here... Where's everybody" He said as he walked into the PD with his gun in his hand, cocked and ready. The walls were covered with blood and the whole interior looked like it went through a battle.
"Yo, hows it goin? are you guys healthy? did you get bitten?" Kon said anxiously to the six other people he saw inside the PD.
Martin spent hours crawling through the streets, avoiding the infected, and using his baseball bat when a confrontation could not be avoided. He had to leave all that he knew behind: his dumpster, those friendly crack addicts, even that hooker who sometimes talked to him, all were gone.
But, he was joyous to arrive at the police station, still alive and hoping to find officers to protect the citizens, and to finally receive a hot meal. His hopes were dashed when he walked through the doorway.
"Seven? We're all that survived? Martin said as he looked around, astonished as he looked at the ravaged, bloodied survivors. From the looks of it, only one other person knew much of the streets, and he was a bit too creepy for his own good.
"Well.... guess we'd better get aquainted, we're probably going to be spending a lot of time together. Name's Martin Kirby, I'm a.... vagabond. I know a lot about the streets, and can find a needle in a haystack if I need to."
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"One in every 10 million people can potentially have a headache from this pill." God forbid she is the 0.000000001% of having a headache.
"Also Martin, i think you mean a whole different needle." Martin cocked an eye at the woman, wondering how she could be such a bitch.
"You know the streets that the government wants to show the world, not the streets that you're too high and mighty to visit. You don't know shit about where I come from, you're too busy raking in your paychecks and buying new shit to even think about the inner city. So don't talk to me like that." Martin replied with a new found confidence, Well, on the bright side, this catastrophe will give me a chance to start over...
Suddenly, she dropped to the ground and began sobbing. Martin looked at the woman, confused. " I am sorry Martin, thats nothing like me.... I am.... I am just scared"
"Eh, don't worry about it, I get it a lot. Just don't do it again. Also, I'm clean. Never done drugs, though I've had quite a few run ins with addicts..."
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"One in every 10 million people can potentially have a headache from this pill." God forbid she is the 0.000000001% of having a headache.
"Yo this is bullshit man! this is just bullshit!" Kon said with anger. He thought there would be governmental forces in the PD but all he found was a group of survivors like him and a ruined building.
Kon examined the place and asked "Yo what you guys think we should do? should we like fortify this building and stay here until help comes?"
Without waiting for an answer, Kon turned and closed the PD's main door and dragged a desk that was nearby, he placed the desk infront of the door, blocking it by doing so. "I think this would do.... for now".
"Alright, im Kon and i want to stay alive. No one gets in and no one goes out. If you are infected ima blast yo head off" Kon said while making sure everybody noticed the gun in his hand.
Dr. Fitzgerald arrived at the police station just in time to not be locked out by a man who was barricading the doors. He introduced himself to the group of people who had convened here, showing around his gun.
"My name is Dr. Henry L. Fitzgerald. I'm pleased to meet all of you. Mainly for the fact that we're not alone anymore in this god forsaken world," he told the group stepping forward, "Have we set up a plan?"
As the strangers began to acquaint themselves with one another, they heard some noise coming from the holding center. Two of the men bravely walked over to see what was causing the noise. As they turned the corner, they saw a man with a large gut. His eyes were free from the blighted white eye.
Meanwhile, another noise was heard from a closet in the station. The door knob slowly turned as a cop fell out from the closet.
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Cletus Jackson was relieved to see the 2 strangers coming around the corner. Cletus just came into town from the country to pick up his cousin from jail and had no idea why the the holdings area of the police station was practically deserted.
"Hey y'all, whats with this here police station? And this ga'dang town for all that? I just came into town to pick up my cousin from jail, something bout 'solicitation'? She got a real pretty mouth seen her round?"
Cletus really hoped he would find some answers, and maybe a budweiser .
When James arrived at the police station he was relieved. The group he found there stood in shrill contrast with the deserted streets he had walked through to get here. Well, not entirely deserted. There was a young man with a decent figure. He was no athlete, but he wasn't quite out of shape either. James had avoided the man, since he didn't have any idea how he would even start a conversation. Also, the sword the young one carried didn't look invitational as well.
The company he suddenly found himself in was diverse. They all introduced themselves and James was quite unhappy with one of them wavering a gun about that openly. He decided that it was better to be asked than to ask questions himself. If they didn't notice him they might do all the work for him.
There were some sounds from the back of the station. Two of the men here decided to check it out, when suddenly a cop fell out of a closet. Bewildered, the man threatened all of them with a gun. James just crept back some more, placing himself directly behind some of the other survivors and the gun-wielding maniac.
While the occupants of the police station greet and get to know each other, scratching and thumping can be heard on the walls from outside. The door, which is barricaded, gets repeatedly knocked but no voices can be heard.
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Thylonius triumphantly walks through the not-yet barricaded door of the police station. "Greetings, comrades! I am Thylonius Martin, son of Trent Martin. I have come from the lands of that street a few blocks away to join you."
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Thylonius! This was the last place i would hope to see you. Jenny said with a loving tender voice.
Thylonius' cheeks instantly became blushed with embarrassment.
"Uhmm.. uuhhh.. uuhmmm.... thank you, kind lady."
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As the strangers began to acquaint themselves with one another, they heard some noise coming from the holding center. Two of the men bravely walked over to see what was causing the noise. As they turned the corner, they saw a man with a large gut. His eyes were free from the blighted white eye.
Meanwhile, another noise was heard from a closet in the station. The door knob slowly turned as a cop fell out from the closet.
Thylonius is slightly overwhelmed by the number of people in the room with him. I wonder if that cop would let me shoot his gun? Thylonius thought.
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While the occupants of the police station greet and get to know each other, scratching and thumping can be heard on the walls from outside. The door, which is barricaded, gets repeatedly knocked but no voices can be heard.
"Brace yourselves, comrades! There are enemies afoot!" Thylonius raises his sword to eye level, ready for combat.
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John tripped over cloth in closet and fell out of it.
"Hey!" He shouted at the two strangers infront of him. John pulled out his gun and pointed at them. "Don't come close to me!" He was shivering being not sure about their status.
"Stay where you are!" He started to yell at them. The reason why John was so freaked out is that he just had escaped from his collegues cops who were turned to zombies...
"Aight' calm down hommie! we all on the same side here..." Kon said while lowering his gun trying to imply that he does not intend to shoot anyone but the zombies.
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While the occupants of the police station greet and get to know each other, scratching and thumping can be heard on the walls from outside. The door, which is barricaded, gets repeatedly knocked but no voices can be heard.
"Shit shit shit! they comin'!" Kon stood there not knowing what to do for fear has clouded his thoughts. However, his grip on the gun was stronger than ever and he was ready to shoot anything that is to harm him.
The pounding got louder and louder as the hinges of the door began to shake. Within seconds, the door fell down to the ground making a loud clanging sounds. The blighted crawled their way over to the door five infected made their way into the police station.
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The pounding got louder and louder as the hinges of the door began to shake. Within seconds, the door fell down to the ground making a loud clanging sounds. The blighted crawled their way over to the door five infected made their way into the police station.
Cletus stared in horror for an instant as he got his first look at the blighted appearing in the door. It was in this moment he recognized that all humanity had fled from these walking horrors and that they had been reduced to nothing but beasts. With this realization Cletus had no qualms about his natural reaction to pull out his two trusty six-shooters and take aim at the first figure through the door.
"Alright then y'all its them or us, I got the first one!"
Cletus let off two shots, the first missing his mark but the second striking true. The bullet found the center of the first Zombies head causing the blighted's head, or what was left of it, to snap back in a red spray. Its feet came out beneath it causing it to land straight on its back infront of the door.
"Yehawww!" Cletus shouted in delight having bagged himself his first prize of this ordeal.
Knowing his poor condition Cletus thought to himself there would be no running from this fight as he cocked his two pistols in a flash. He knew his hunting experience would come in handy in the ordeal to come. What had his cousin got him into now.....
He knew who his companions were, but with the noises that came from outside James still wasn't that happy.
Then it happened. The door slammed on the floor and the blighted started to enter. his heart once again jumped a beat. As the blighted poured inside, he softly crept inside the crowd hoping that nobody would notice.
"Alright then y'all its them or us, I got the first one!"
The redneck did have a point. If they were to survive, everybody had to cooperate. He grabbed his gun with both hands, aimed for the pack and started to shoot. His first bullet hit one of the zombies in its supporting leg, causing it to fall down surprised. As it was struggling to get back up, James unleashed a flurry of bullets on his back. Most of these didn't do much, silenced pistols never seem to pack a punch, but after 4 more shots the body seemed to have stopped moving.
"Heh, I got him." James said as he gave himself a small pat on the back, "but I don't think I've got a lot of bullets left." He turned towards the cop and asked him, "do you know where I can get some more bullets, sir?"
"Fucking crack addicts coming back for more..." he mumbled to himself as he pushed aside his cardboard blankets, and rummaged around in the darkness of his dumpster to find his baseball bat. He peeked out of the crack of the lid to see the crack addict shuffling towards him, groaning as he came.
"Dude, I told you, I haven't got any money, I'm a god damn hobo." Martin said to the man, but he just kept coming. Christ, must have really hit the crack hard.. he thought to himself, wondering if he would have to lay down the beatdowns once more.
The addict kept shuffling towards him, now growling. Martin lashed out with his baseball bat, hoping for the best. The man seemed unphased, and he struck out once more.
All of the sudden, a bullet pierced the addicts skull, and Martin stood in stunned silence. "WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?!!" he yelled at the man, wondering who this murderer was.
*Attention all citizens of Relyt. The recent epidemic that has hit our fine city has spun out of control. All humans infected with the Umbrage virus should be quarantined. If you know anybody who has been infected through a blood transfer of another infected, please avoid them at all cost. As of now, there is no cure for the virus and the outbreak has reached critical state. The government has quarantined the whole city. Nobody is allowed to leave. If any attempts are made, that person will be shot on the spot, no questions asked. We ask that all clean citizens please make there way to the police station. We are attempting to gather everyone together to ensure everyone's safety. If you run into a person who is infected, kindly ask them to report to quarantine on the edge of the city and then leave them. If they attempt to attack you, avoid all measures of being bitten as this is the main way the virus is being spread. God speed everyone.*
"... Wait, what the hell is going on here?"
The comotion had alerted the blighted and it turned to look at Dr. Ftizgerald. It growled and lunged at him pinning him to the floor. Dr. Fitzgerald fought back as hard as he could in an attempt to keep it from biting him. Dr. Fitzgerald pushed the blighted off of him and reached for the nearby defibrillator, giving the blighted a lethal dose of eletricity. He stood up and looked down at the blighted lying dead on the floor as well as the patient who was dying. As he looked to the patient, who was trying to speak, but blood spewed from her mouth instead, Dr. Fitzgerald knew what he must do. He shattered the window of the fourth floor room and lifted the dying woman from the bed.
"I'm sorry," he told her as he walked over to the window, "This must be done," he finished as he threw her from the room.
Her body laid mangled on the ground for only a moment before she picked herself up, looked around and ran off. Then an announcement came over all of the intercoms in the hospital, telling anyone who is clean, to run to the police station. And so Dr. Fitzgerald did; he left the room and ran down the four sets of stairs and left the hospital, toward the police station.
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"And dont come back you pussy!" Kon screamed with anger.
Suddenly, a message was heard from every Radio, TV and speaker, telling people to head to the police station.
"I better get moving" He said while getting into the car that was left in his yard.
Kon started the engine and drove off towards the police station, armed with a 9mm pistol and equipped with 30 bullets and 5 grams of cocaine.
As everyone made their way to the police station, they were met with only confusion. The station was empty. Blood could be seen on the floors and walls but there were no bodies to be found. The people looked at each other, a rag tag group of all assortments.
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But, he was joyous to arrive at the police station, still alive and hoping to find officers to protect the citizens, and to finally receive a hot meal. His hopes were dashed when he walked through the doorway.
"Seven? We're all that survived? Martin said as he looked around, astonished as he looked at the ravaged, bloodied survivors. From the looks of it, only one other person knew much of the streets, and he was a bit too creepy for his own good.
"Well.... guess we'd better get aquainted, we're probably going to be spending a lot of time together. Name's Martin Kirby, I'm a.... vagabond. I know a lot about the streets, and can find a needle in a haystack if I need to."
Kon arrived at the police station but this time ironically, not to get arrested, but to get saved.
"Alright! im here... Where's everybody" He said as he walked into the PD with his gun in his hand, cocked and ready. The walls were covered with blood and the whole interior looked like it went through a battle.
"Yo, hows it goin? are you guys healthy? did you get bitten?" Kon said anxiously to the six other people he saw inside the PD.
But, he was joyous to arrive at the police station, still alive and hoping to find officers to protect the citizens, and to finally receive a hot meal. His hopes were dashed when he walked through the doorway.
"Seven? We're all that survived? Martin said as he looked around, astonished as he looked at the ravaged, bloodied survivors. From the looks of it, only one other person knew much of the streets, and he was a bit too creepy for his own good.
"Well.... guess we'd better get aquainted, we're probably going to be spending a lot of time together. Name's Martin Kirby, I'm a.... vagabond. I know a lot about the streets, and can find a needle in a haystack if I need to."
"You know the streets that the government wants to show the world, not the streets that you're too high and mighty to visit. You don't know shit about where I come from, you're too busy raking in your paychecks and buying new shit to even think about the inner city. So don't talk to me like that." Martin replied with a new found confidence, Well, on the bright side, this catastrophe will give me a chance to start over...
Suddenly, she dropped to the ground and began sobbing. Martin looked at the woman, confused. " I am sorry Martin, thats nothing like me.... I am.... I am just scared"
"Eh, don't worry about it, I get it a lot. Just don't do it again. Also, I'm clean. Never done drugs, though I've had quite a few run ins with addicts..."
Kon examined the place and asked "Yo what you guys think we should do? should we like fortify this building and stay here until help comes?"
Without waiting for an answer, Kon turned and closed the PD's main door and dragged a desk that was nearby, he placed the desk infront of the door, blocking it by doing so. "I think this would do.... for now".
"Alright, im Kon and i want to stay alive. No one gets in and no one goes out. If you are infected ima blast yo head off" Kon said while making sure everybody noticed the gun in his hand.
"My name is Dr. Henry L. Fitzgerald. I'm pleased to meet all of you. Mainly for the fact that we're not alone anymore in this god forsaken world," he told the group stepping forward, "Have we set up a plan?"
Meanwhile, another noise was heard from a closet in the station. The door knob slowly turned as a cop fell out from the closet.
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"Hey y'all, whats with this here police station? And this ga'dang town for all that? I just came into town to pick up my cousin from jail, something bout 'solicitation'? She got a real pretty mouth seen her round?"
Cletus really hoped he would find some answers, and maybe a budweiser .
The company he suddenly found himself in was diverse. They all introduced themselves and James was quite unhappy with one of them wavering a gun about that openly. He decided that it was better to be asked than to ask questions himself. If they didn't notice him they might do all the work for him.
There were some sounds from the back of the station. Two of the men here decided to check it out, when suddenly a cop fell out of a closet. Bewildered, the man threatened all of them with a gun. James just crept back some more, placing himself directly behind some of the other survivors and the gun-wielding maniac.
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Thylonius' cheeks instantly became blushed with embarrassment.
"Uhmm.. uuhhh.. uuhmmm.... thank you, kind lady."
Thylonius is slightly overwhelmed by the number of people in the room with him. I wonder if that cop would let me shoot his gun? Thylonius thought.
"Brace yourselves, comrades! There are enemies afoot!" Thylonius raises his sword to eye level, ready for combat.
"Aight' calm down hommie! we all on the same side here..." Kon said while lowering his gun trying to imply that he does not intend to shoot anyone but the zombies.
"Shit shit shit! they comin'!" Kon stood there not knowing what to do for fear has clouded his thoughts. However, his grip on the gun was stronger than ever and he was ready to shoot anything that is to harm him.
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Cletus stared in horror for an instant as he got his first look at the blighted appearing in the door. It was in this moment he recognized that all humanity had fled from these walking horrors and that they had been reduced to nothing but beasts. With this realization Cletus had no qualms about his natural reaction to pull out his two trusty six-shooters and take aim at the first figure through the door.
"Alright then y'all its them or us, I got the first one!"
Cletus let off two shots, the first missing his mark but the second striking true. The bullet found the center of the first Zombies head causing the blighted's head, or what was left of it, to snap back in a red spray. Its feet came out beneath it causing it to land straight on its back infront of the door.
"Yehawww!" Cletus shouted in delight having bagged himself his first prize of this ordeal.
Knowing his poor condition Cletus thought to himself there would be no running from this fight as he cocked his two pistols in a flash. He knew his hunting experience would come in handy in the ordeal to come. What had his cousin got him into now.....
Then it happened. The door slammed on the floor and the blighted started to enter. his heart once again jumped a beat. As the blighted poured inside, he softly crept inside the crowd hoping that nobody would notice.
"Alright then y'all its them or us, I got the first one!"
The redneck did have a point. If they were to survive, everybody had to cooperate. He grabbed his gun with both hands, aimed for the pack and started to shoot. His first bullet hit one of the zombies in its supporting leg, causing it to fall down surprised. As it was struggling to get back up, James unleashed a flurry of bullets on his back. Most of these didn't do much, silenced pistols never seem to pack a punch, but after 4 more shots the body seemed to have stopped moving.
"Heh, I got him." James said as he gave himself a small pat on the back, "but I don't think I've got a lot of bullets left." He turned towards the cop and asked him, "do you know where I can get some more bullets, sir?"
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