Thread: Fuck Rage and Fuck the saints

-Chapter 1: "What the hell?"-

Date: December 21, 2012

It was a snowy, saturday night. The sounds of growling, moaning and buzzing street lights filled the air, I hugged the wall, and looked around the corner.

"More zombies, what else to expect." I said. And slowly turned around the corner, aiming carefully at one of the zombies sitting on the ground.

Boom

One down, billions to go. I put away the pistol and took out my M16, that's when I went trigger crazy and started to fire away at the remaining zombies.

My clip ran out when there was one left running at me.

Boom

It's head was blown off, I turned around to see a unfamiliar guy holding a
R700 sniper rifle, he smiled at me. I just turned away.

I proceeded past the broken down car, and opened the door into Wal-Mart.

The lights were still on, and i'm pretty sure there were tons of zombies inside.

The unfamiliar guy followed behind, I had my doubts but there wasn't much to do in a middle of a zombie apocalypse.

I reloaded my rifle, and proceeded with caution.

Five minutes passed, no sight of any zombies.

Ten minutes pass, still no sights.

An hour passes, and we covered the entire store. Not a single zombie in sight.

That's when we heard five car-alarms going off outside. Followed by zombie screams.

The front door crashed open, a girl and a guy running. Me and the stranger quickly readied our guns. Preparing for what was to come.

And of course, atleast hundreds of zombies poured through the door, we all shot at them lousily with our guns.

Pros: Lots of space to run around in.

Cons: Were all gonna die.

But I wasn't going to let a bunch of zombies ruin my confidence. So I tried my best to hold them off.

That's when we started dodging flying zombies. For a minute I thought "What the hell?", and thats when "It" came.

A gigantic beast pummeled through the crowd, coming towards us.

I've only encountered him once. And he almost took my life, that's why the rest of my squad is dead.

We began firing at the beast, who just wouldn't stop running. Atleast there were less zombies to kill.

Finally, right when it was about to smash the other girl, it fell to it's knees. And fell backwards.

The girl was relieved, and all of the zombies were dead.

"Okay, we need to block off the doors. I think we can stay in Wal-Mart for a long time." I ordered. The two guys ran off, and the girl went to the gun section for ammo.

I can tell it was going to be a long apocalypse.

-End of Chapter 1-

Criticism would be appreciated, I may not be the best but I am trying. Thank you for your time if you read this!