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An undead story
« on: June 22, 2009, 08:19:21 PM »
Any one that has been following my detective macabre story knows in one of my last few posts I mentioned I may postpone the next chapter instalment by a bit because I was tempted to write a Biohazard / Resident Evil Fanfiction because of the recent zombie knowledge posting I have been doing. Well, I took my break, but choose not to write a Biohazard / Resident Evil fan fiction novel, instead, I have written something that would be classified as a zombie novel, if I finish it. So, I want to post it here and see what people have to say about it. If the reviews are good enough, I may stick with it as one of my main writings along with my mystery novels. There is no title for this, I seam to not be able to come up with title for my novels anymore.
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   The wheel of the overturned police cruiser continued to spin as the silence of the dark foggy night returned. The birds that were once resting for the night were fluttering about in sheer chaos and the frogs of a nearby pond eerily became silent. The air was moist and made it feel as if it was possible to drink water from it. The moon was full yet blocked by the over head, dark grey, clouds which threatened a possible storm to everyone in its range. Wild animals such as wolves and owls could be heard in the distance, the feeling of death seamed to loom over the air.
   When the cruiser wheel stopped, it came to a halt with a squeal which woke someone from their undesired rest. A person, who was lying on the side of the road without visible signs of life, slightly rose up like the living dead from their grave. He looked to be a little over half done with his teen years, slim, and lacked visible signs of muscle. He wore a light brown leather jacket over a grey t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans which covered equally brown boots. He wore grey gloves on his hands, the tops were padded in three black spots and the finger tips looked to have been cut off at some point. His skin was slightly tanned and his hair was as black as the night sky. His hair looked to be lightly spiked and a small strand of hair could be seen on the backside that was held together with a black ring of a soft material. His eyes, showing signs of tiredness and possible soullessness, were as brown as his jacket.
   He cursed under his breath, standing up to his full average height. “Damn it,” he swore, “he said he was the best driver so how come we hit something?” He blinked his eyes a few times and then saw the over turned police cruiser. He raised an eyebrow and noticed that the passenger door on the front part was open. “Is that how I got out when he crashed,” he asked under his breath as he slowly walked around to the other side of the car. He noticed a green residue on the front bumper, it seamed to have stretched on from the roof and below the car to the other side. The window was cracked and also looked ready to fall apart into a jigsaw puzzle.
   When the teen got to the other side, he saw a red residue on the driver side window. “It’s easy to guess what happened to you when we crashed,” He said as he reluctantly walked over. The door was closed, which made his mind churn at the thought of the police officer tumbling out of the soon to be opened door. “Why didn’t I just check to see on my side of the car,” he asked out loud as he raised his hand up to the silver handle. He slowly pulled down on the handle, remembering the car was upside down, and then pulled the door towards him. He stepped back, thinking the body would flop out of the vehicle. The body could be seen hanging upside down and the arms touching the upside down roof.
   He sighed obviously, and then crouched down. The officer looked to have died from his neck breaking in the crash and the blood came from his mouth. He could see the residue on the corners of the officer’s mouth. “You give new meaning to officer down,” he stated as he leaned in and reached upwards for the officer’s belt. He then felt for the device that kept it around the officer’s waist, hating to be a few inches away from the officer’s face. He then found it and undone it, holding onto one side that had a heavy object in it. He then slowly pulled it down and then out of the car.
   The black belt looked to have been stained by some blood but the teen ignored it. He noticed the handgun right off the bat and checked it. He unlatched the safety devise holding it in place and looked at it. It looked to have been a standard police issued 9mm semiautomatic handgun. He pulled back on the top part of the gun and saw a round was chambered into the barrel. He then went down to the handle and unlatched the magazine. He let it slid out on its own and then caught it when the bullets could be seen. The cold magazine felt a little heavy and the handgun started to feel lighter.
   The teen shook his head, swearing, “did my sense of weight feeling get impaired or something?” He counted fourteen rounds in the magazine and then figured there were fifteen before the fifteenth one got chambered into the gun. “Lucky this didn’t go off during the crash,” He thought as he pushed the magazine back into the handle of the handgun. He then quickly tucked it away in a pocket of his jacket and then checked for any other equipment he could use. He found the base to the radio; it looked to have been undamaged from the crash. He guessed on how to turn it on and turned a dial. He made a small clicking sound and then a small electric hum started to come out. He guessed where the call and talk buttons were and pressed them. The silence returned to the devise and the teen said, “This is a call to anyone who can hear me. I am unsure what the call signs are for the people I need to talk to are but I need to speak to the police ASAP.” He had let go of the button and then heard the hum return. He waited what felt like a minute to him which was only a quarter of a minute before he tried again. “I need to speak with any official policemen or anyone who can help me out. I am somewhere in the forest north of the city, I am guessing between five to twenty miles out. I have an officer KIA and I need some help by a rescue team.” He let go of the button again and then heard the hum return as expected. He waited again as the howls of wolves and other animals seamed to circle around him.
   He then pushed the button again for one last time. “I don’t know if anyone can hear me but if you can and police find the car, give them a message I am heading back to the city by foot if I can figure out where I am. Normally, I would stay with the car but with wildlife acting up around me and a dead officer here only attracting them, I would make it a safe bet not to stay around. I will try to keep the radio devise here on me and on in case I find a signal. Over and out.” He placed the radio in his left jacket pocket with his left hand, using his right to get some more equipment.
   He found a stun gun but choose not to grab it along with the mace. He found two extra magazines that held fifteen rounds each, a total of forty-five shots. He also found a flashlight that looked a little oversized for his tastes. However, the idea of extra light and durability did come to mind for its size. He had no use for handcuffs so he left them as well. With the thought of security in mind, he got back up and surveyed the area. “Maybe I should check the trunk to see if there is a shotgun or something, I can probably carry the extra weight and with wild life running around, I may not hit them.” He bent down again, seeing the dead officer in the face, and reached towards the dash. He pressed a few buttons, thinking it was a trunk that could open up from inside the car.
   He then heard a grunting noise followed by a long, hungry sounded, eager moan. He looked up for a second towards the trunk, still pressing for buttons. He then hit a button and a clicking sound popped out of the silence of the trunk. And then, a banging sound could be heard and it sounded like it hit something hard. He quickly rushed over to the trunk and saw that the trunk had hit a person that was pinned under the cruiser. The person looked to have been pinned under the car at the waist and the green residue seamed to come from it. He brought his right hand to the neck of the person and felt for a pulse. When he touched the skin, he quickly pulled back and muttered, “He’s cold.” That was unusual because the person would have some heat left in them even after death. He also noted the body looked to have been rotting for sometime because large chunks of skin were missing.
   He stood up and looked down the road he was riding on earlier, thoughts came to mind. He looked at the trunk for a quick second, seeing the arms of the person extended out towards the teen. No weapons could be seen inside which meant the pistol was the only lethal weapon he had on him. He went back to looking at the road, it seamed to be an endless path into oblivion. “Traveling a gray road that has cracks, a police cruiser turned over and the officer is dead, a second person appears to have died long before he was killed again, and a radio which may or may not be working, sounds like I just stepped into some zombie horror movie that involve the turning into a zombie because of viral transfer, what have you gotten into now, Leon?”
In Pandora's box came out evil, illness, and death which mankind did not know of until then. And at the bottom of the box was hope for mankind.
You know what I would do, if I had my god-damn choice, I would be the catcher in the rye...or should I?

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Re: An undead story
« Reply #1 on: June 23, 2009, 03:59:54 AM »
Two words - you're good, Jake.
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Re: An undead story
« Reply #2 on: June 23, 2009, 11:48:44 AM »
Take the compound part out and you have four words. JK XP Thanks, I took some more delicate time with it.
In Pandora's box came out evil, illness, and death which mankind did not know of until then. And at the bottom of the box was hope for mankind.
You know what I would do, if I had my god-damn choice, I would be the catcher in the rye...or should I?

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Re: An undead story
« Reply #3 on: June 24, 2009, 03:11:32 AM »
Take the compound part out and you have four words.

My words mate like rabid bunnies....
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Re: An undead story
« Reply #4 on: June 24, 2009, 02:37:08 PM »
*chambers a round into my assualt rifle* and Vera reduces the amount of bunnies in a hair sprint second.
In Pandora's box came out evil, illness, and death which mankind did not know of until then. And at the bottom of the box was hope for mankind.
You know what I would do, if I had my god-damn choice, I would be the catcher in the rye...or should I?

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Re: An undead story
« Reply #5 on: June 25, 2009, 06:46:43 AM »
*chambers a round into my assualt rifle* and Vera reduces the amount of bunnies in a hair sprint second.

You wanna kill my rabid bunnies you monster?!
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Re: An undead story
« Reply #6 on: June 25, 2009, 11:15:17 AM »
Im not a monster, I have the heart of a child. Its in a jar on my desk.
In Pandora's box came out evil, illness, and death which mankind did not know of until then. And at the bottom of the box was hope for mankind.
You know what I would do, if I had my god-damn choice, I would be the catcher in the rye...or should I?

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Re: An undead story
« Reply #7 on: June 26, 2009, 01:24:13 AM »
Im not a monster, I have the heart of a child. Its in a jar on my desk.

Yummie... Can I have one?
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Re: An undead story
« Reply #8 on: June 26, 2009, 01:59:01 AM »
Consider it payment for killing the bunnies
In Pandora's box came out evil, illness, and death which mankind did not know of until then. And at the bottom of the box was hope for mankind.
You know what I would do, if I had my god-damn choice, I would be the catcher in the rye...or should I?

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Re: An undead story
« Reply #9 on: June 26, 2009, 02:06:57 AM »
Consider it payment for killing the bunnies

Woo-hoo! Candy yum-yum!
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Re: An undead story
« Reply #10 on: June 26, 2009, 10:08:52 AM »
Wow, a thread about a zombie novel turned into a hunting thread. *turns the dial to full auto and fires the bunnies left and right*
In Pandora's box came out evil, illness, and death which mankind did not know of until then. And at the bottom of the box was hope for mankind.
You know what I would do, if I had my god-damn choice, I would be the catcher in the rye...or should I?

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Re: An undead story
« Reply #11 on: June 27, 2009, 01:35:38 AM »
Okay, my story has come to a fork in the road. In one direction, the story continues to stay the way it is, which is third person, and follow Leon. Yes, his name is Leon, its the last word said for the chapter. Or, I can go first person which makes the story seam a little cheerful and happy, using the first chapter as a way to say how the world really is regardless of how he sees it. So, popular vote says? (please post the responce)
In Pandora's box came out evil, illness, and death which mankind did not know of until then. And at the bottom of the box was hope for mankind.
You know what I would do, if I had my god-damn choice, I would be the catcher in the rye...or should I?

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Re: An undead story
« Reply #12 on: June 27, 2009, 01:46:42 AM »
First person.
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Re: An undead story
« Reply #13 on: June 27, 2009, 11:13:31 PM »
with one vote after waiting 24 hours or so, I guess it is first person then.
In Pandora's box came out evil, illness, and death which mankind did not know of until then. And at the bottom of the box was hope for mankind.
You know what I would do, if I had my god-damn choice, I would be the catcher in the rye...or should I?

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Re: An undead story
« Reply #14 on: June 27, 2009, 11:53:05 PM »
Ehhh... Late for the elections?
First persona, bro, oni's damn right. Make it good.
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