Zombieland: Road to New York
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				Title: <strong>Zombieland: Road to New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreamlandDenizen</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 03:23:57</strong>
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				Nathan couldn't believe what he had heard. The static on his radio had, at long last, given way to a real life human voice. The three words that he had heard shook him to his core: 'survivors... New York'. This meant that he wasn't the only person alive. The message he had gotten was only a few words of the sentence being said, but it must have meant that there were survivors in New York. Maybe there were thousands.<br><br>Nathan knew what he had to do. He had to go to New York and meet up with the other survivors... but first he'd need transportation. Getting from California to New York on foot would be nearly impossible.<br><br>All of the cars on the streets were empty and busted, as if their drivers all just disappeared at once. Some of them were smashed into deserted shops and restaurants that sat just behind the sidewalk. None of them looked particularly operational, whats more he didn't want to check them because Zombies rather enjoyed hiding in backseats, waiting to spring on the unsuspecting.<br><br>There was a hummer that looked to be in good shape. It had crashed into a smaller car, but it sustained little if any damage. Nathan approached it slowly, glancing nervously into the windows of the other cars he had to pass. The hummer's windows were darkly tinted. He had to press a cupped hand against the glass and move his face to within an inch of it to see through it. The back seat was empty. He sighed in relief and opened the driver's door. A rotting corpse sprung from the front seat and tackled him, pinning him to the hard pavement and knocking his shotgun from his hand.<br><br>The Zombie was fat and heavy. He must have been a little smarter than the others. Clearly he managed to eat well. Gore dripped from his rotten brown teeth as he growled down at Nathan. Nathan punched the thing a few times with his right hand, distracting it and making it angry while he wiggled his left arm free and grabbed the TEC-9 in his pocket. The gun rattled as he sent half a clip through the Zombies head. Thick blood and gore showered down on him. He shoved the lifeless body off of himself, scrambled to his feet, and climbed into the hummer. Luckily the keys were still in it.<br><br>Nathan revved up the car and stepped on the gas, making sure to run over the lifeless zombie that had attacked him. A 'double tap' was hardly warranted but it fell good all the same. He smiled as the hummer bobbed up and down as the front and then the back tires tread over the fat body.<br><br>First Nathan stopped by his bunker and loaded the hummer with supplies, then he started off towards the highway. He wasn't sure how to get to New York, all he knew was that it was in a general north eastern direction. He continued to scan the radio waves as he drove through the empty streets, trying to get another dose of human voice. With his eyes he scanned the streets and sidewalks, looking at the zombies gathered in some spots and sometimes spread out. Both Nathan and the zombies were ever vigilant for unlikely survivors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombieland: Road to New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kelly♥</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 06:59:39</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">April was exhausted, walking down the deserted highway. She was dressed in the <strong>outfit</strong> (http://i26.tinypic.com/15n0uma.png) from the night the out break had occurred. Her gray top shimmered a bit as she strolled casually along, dragging a small suit-case behind her. The brunette donned black tights under her top, and matching flats to go along with it. Though her get-up as tattered and torned, it was nothing compared to those bodies and monsters she had encountered. People were covered in blood, half-naked, and even missing limbs. She was one of the lucky ones.<br><br>The high way was empty for the most part, a few crashed cars, some dead bodies here and there, but nothing as bad as the city itself. As she exited off, April found herself in a new location, a new city to get through. Had the sign not been totally wrecked, she would have a clue as to where she was. Brushing her hair back, the girl pushed down the handle on her suit case before picking it up by the smaller handle. It was absolutely vital that she was silent. Sure, she could whack a zombie with her light luggage, but that wouldn't work well. It would just draw more attention. <br><br>There would usually be a rare occasion of someone driving by, but no one would ever stop. April would do her best to wave and try to draw attention quietly, but everyone would drive off. She couldn't blame them though. Anyone could be infected, even if they didn't show it. A glimmer of hope would always spark inside April when there was a sign of human life, even if those particular humans wouldn't help her.<br><br>Standing on a relatively deserted side walk, April held her phone up, searching for a signal. Of course, nothing. Letting out a small sigh, the girl lowered her hand and looked around. Nothing in sight. After a while of stopping and regaining some stamina, the once-spoiled female would continue to wander through as quietly as possible.<br><br><em>Beep, Beep.</em><br><br>Startled at first, April looked down at the phone in her hand, opening it quickly, hoping it was a text, voice-mail, anything. Her hope diminished within seconds. "Low Battery" Was displayed, flashing right in front of her face. "Of course..." April snapped the cellular phone shut and clutched it tightly.<br><br><em>Beep, Beep.</em><br><br>"I get it.. now shut up." She was muttering to herself, annoyed and anxious at the same time. Her eyes scanned the area, hoping the sound didn't attract any unwanted attention. Nope, nothing. Of course the phone could be turned off, but that would mean she could miss out on a phone call. April desperately wanted to hear from her family or friends.<br><br><em>Beep, Beep.</em><br><br>She was this close to chucking the phone away, but she kept it together. But as it continued to beep, the more attention it drew. At first it was just foot steps. Fast foot steps. Turning around quickly, April could see something in the distance, running towards her. A person? It grew closer and closer. An ugly person? No, that wasn't it. Squinting a little at first, her eyes quickly widened, realizing what it really was. <br><br>April had begun her sprint, finding herself close to screaming out. She was smarter than that though, even if she was scared out of her wits. The groans were in ear shot now, maybe more than one. It sounded like more foot steps were coming from behind as well. April wasn't going to look back though. The brunette would focus forward, finding a single object to look at, as if it was a goal. Once she got to it, she would find a new one.<br><br>Her eyes focused on a vehicle, a hummer. Sprinting as fast as she could, panting already, April moved as if her life was on the line... which it was. Her suitcase bounced daintily in her hand, the other still gripping the beeping mobile.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombieland: Road to New York</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 04:36:49</strong>
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				(This is a continuation from the solo thread)<br>*Day eight. The morning had been rough. Killing was never fun. But he managed to dispatch all the undead that had come his way. He even had managed to bury them. He also managed to find a working vehicle. A nice old mustang that roared to life. He was now on the road. He passed a few zombies&nbsp; and even a few vehicles. He had even passed a woman with a rolling backpack, but she had seemed to be more of a burden than anything. He didn't even see that she had a weapon. So he went on by, as bad as it felt to do that, but karma is a bitch and not two miles down the road, he plowed into one of the abandoned vehicles on the road as his tire went out. He stayed conscious long enough to ensure nothing was broken and that the doors and windows were intact, then he blacked out.*<br><br>*He awoke later with a throbbing headache to the sound of something beating on his door.* Ugh... *He looked and, to no surprise of his, it was a zombie. He reached around for his pistol and couldn't find it at first. He found it in the floorboard. He also noticed the smell of gas.* Oh this day just gets better and better. *He popped a shot through the window straight into the zombie's forehead. It slumped down the window leaving a bloody trail.* Oh that's pleasant... *He kicked open the door and crawled out making sure to get his weapons and supplies. He looked at the gas leaking out from under and shrugged.* A burial fit for a king? *He laughed and nearly cried out in pain at the now apparent ache in his ribs.* Crap, must have some internal bruising... *He stood up straight and and reached into his pack for a flare. He grabbed his gear and backed off a ways. He lit the flare and tossed it into the gas pooling with the blood. He was gratified with an instant explosion. He knew the commotion would attract the dead, but it would also work to stop anyone trying to drive straight through, as even a horde of fleshy bodies would stop any vehicle. He hoped anyway, or the rest f his day he might not like all that much. Specially if he joined in the zombie's hunt for fresh flesh...* Well here they come... *He stood on top of an abandoned pickup and pulled out his rifle. He shot the first zombie to come out of the woods. He waited for more.*
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