Surviving the zombie apocolyse

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    I raised my eyebrow and smiled. I took an aple out of my backpack and said "ok proof it... Ima throw this apple and you have yo smash it with your fist or your foot"

    "My name's Moon." Moon said, not looking at them, just glaring at the dang zombies below them. One zombie was close enough, so she slammed her foot into its face, caving its head in. "Nice to see some faces without blood and flesh hanging from their teeth." She smirked.

    Wait, mystery don't waste food During THE DAMN APOCOLYPSE. Use a random ball of paper.

    Moon looked around the buliding, searching the zombies dead inside for anything useful. "You guys have supplies? We should scrounge up whatever we can find in here." She said, flicking her bangs out of her face. Her studded knuckles clenched into a fist when she didnt find anything on the zombies.

    I looked at the apple and smiled "smart ideas, but this apple is bad, a walker was going to bite me so I shoved the apple in its mouth... Then I kicked its head off... It was funny" I put the apple back down and stood up "Thanks moon back at you! Anyways sure let's go kill some walkers and get some supplies!" I picked up two swords and smiled "this is gonna be fun! So am I the only one thinking we should be a group??" I looked at them. Waiting for their answer

    I held out my crowbar to Ghost and nodded to Mystery. 'Parkour', I thought. 'I'm pretty good at that.'

    I am Robert. i cant remember my last name. i cant remember anything. i woke up with a large pack next to me along with a katana and a 22. cal rifle with a magazine modification, scope, and carrying strap. i found a map, compass, sack of food, 2 gallon container filled with water, binoculars with a number of functions, and a iPod along with a solar charger. i must have liked Green Day because its loaded with it. i have been roaming around looking for others. i had almost given up when i heard something. it wasnt like the zombies groaning, it was human.

    I noticed a zombie walking towards us so I smashed my fist into its windpipe. I cracked my knuckles and looked around

    I opened the hatch and we went into the building. Me and ghost went in and started killing the walkers. After twenty minutes we cleared the stairs. I looked at a walker and noticed it had amo so I took it. It took a while but soon the top floor was cleared. I looked at moon, ghost and Dare and smiled. I liked having a team with me... It was really helpful! "Who's ready for the bottom floor?


    The door to the bottom had clawing noises coming from behind it. The floor we were on was all clear. I looked around and saw how it had blood smeared on the walls. It was filthy for a hotel but then again, that only gives you a hint on how many walkers were on this floor and the down stairs was bound to have even more... By this time everyone was in the hallway... I looked at how many zombies where in this one hallway and smiled.. In this one hallway there was twenty walkers... I was surprised I lived thus long... I listened and heard another person... "wow, I think there's another survivor in the area..." I went to one of the rooms and looked outside. I saw the person heading for the front door. I turned around and said "who's ready for round two??" I grinned

    I smiled and ran at one. I hooked it behind the neck with my crowbar then pulled it, ripping off the zombie's head. One ran at me but I smashed its face in with my crowbar. I spotted a balcony and had a great idea. I picked up random things and chucked them, getting the zombies attention. When there were enough following, I ran out the door and leaped off the balcony. The zombies followed of course, but I swung out my clowbar immediately and hooked the ledge with it. I began to climb up when I noticed zombies on the floor.

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    Hey dare, here's your crowbar back! *I handed it to him and it looked and was exactly like a flame modded crowbar from dead island.*

    I said " Fuck it.", pulled out my pistols, and started shooting them one by one.

    I ducked down behind a couch looking for something to hit them with besides my crowbar. I saw a brick and took it. Then I chucked it at a zombie and it fell to the ground.

    I heard a 'thump thump THUMP THUMP THUMP' and yelled out "Guys, we have a hoarde!" I ran into the middle fighting them with Kurokaze, my sword.

    I heard the thumps and my eyes widened when I realized what it was. I had never been aable to take one down alone.

    Blood was flying as I took. Down tfhe hoarde from the inside. SLIT! SLASH! SLICE! I was haappy letting out my anger.

    I saw the door that lead to the staircase. I sprinted over and opened the door, I went in and held the door close. After a second or two the zombies began to push on the door. I put all of my body weight on the door, trying to keep it closed so that there wouldn't be too many zombies. One began to come up the steps, it ran towards me and I kicked it aside with my shoe. If fell back town the concrete stairs and hit the wall with a 'crack'. I shifted my weight so my back was pressed against the door and I was facing the stairs holding my crowbar. I had left my bag upstairs so I didn't have my pocket knife.

    Then a zombie ran up the stairs and when it got to the top a flash from a blade went through its neck, the body stumbled for a few steps and fell to the floor and the head rolled away "need help" I said as I put my saber blade on my shoulder.


    My name is Tom, but I'm called Saber, because I carry a saber every where I go. Along with a survival knife and a Glock 17. I ware a button up OD green short sleeve shirt with woodland army digital pants and a A.L.I.C.E pack and use a fanny pack as a belt (both OD green). I'm somewhere around fifteen and sixteen, my girlfriend died a week earlier. I have short brown hair, and my eyes are brown, green hazel. I was a small town boy when this all started and I was a military brat so I had minor military training, and I teamed up with my girlfriend shortly after the start of the zombies. Who is dead.

    I had my back against door along with my left hand. The zombies were still pushing because they could see me throught theglass on the door. I had my crowbar in my other hand encase there were any more zombies."Uh, thanks," I replied. I slowly lowered myself to the ground, out of sight of the zombies so they would stop pushing. My leg was killing me now. The bone must have been brooded or fractured because it was black and blue where the pipe had fallen on me.

    The name's Gus. Most people call me bullseye cause I can hit anything I see. Bet you'd be surprised if I told you I was only 13. I had a good life a good family. One night I went to bed and woke up to find my family gone. My family's car gone. I immediately set out. I've been able to survive so far but without a group I know it's only a matter of time.


    Dear diary
    I've been stuck in this room for days now with nothing but a machete and an ammoless makarov. So when I heard gunshots in the hallway I began to feel hopeful for the first time in days.


    *sorry but it won't let me add commas.