crimtonic
11-20-2007, 07:01 PM
This is a short story in several chapters, based off of a role play I have going with some of my friends. Convieniantly several of my opening posts will fit neatly into chapter one. I may get bored of this and decide to change to a more L4D style story series i have planed out. But in the mean time here is some fun zombie related stuff to read!
warning this is extremely graphic, I'm not a little kid and If you are you shouldn't be reading this. (By the way I am a rather leanghty writer.)
Stage-1: The Beginning[
Zenobi Blasé awoke with a start, sweat rolling off his skin despite the cool temperature of his room. He felt as though he had just been attacked, like something horrible had just leapt out of the closet and assaulted him in his sleep. His body was tense, ready to react. But Zenobi sighed and relaxed his muscles, "It was just a dream" he told himself and laid back down, pulling the covers back over his shoulder.
Just as he was drifting off to sleep, a tortured wail floated on the wind through his open window. His eyes wavered underneath his closed eyelids, causing his whole body to feel as though it was rolling on waves. He knew it was nothing more than sleep deprived auditory hallucinations or something akin to it, such as almost-dream-state perception. He was simply too exhausted, tired. After not sleeping the night before, who wouldn't be. This was his thought as he slid back into the world of his dreams.
He could not have been more wrong.
Zenobi awoke, his alarm making an awful whining beeping noise to alert him that the next day had begun. Reluctantly he pulled back his covers and crawled out of his loft bed, dressing quickly in yesterday's cloths. He quietly walked down the stairs to the basement and grabbed a change of cloths and towel, intent on taking a shower. As he returned to the second story, he noticed a strange noise, like something was being squished and cracked.
He followed the noise upstairs and past his mother and fathers room and into his sisters, he walked into the room, door wide open, and saw it. There where his sister should have been was bloody half desecrated corpse and hovering over it a man with gore covering it's arms and dripping from it's chin as it turned to face him. A familiar howl rasped in its throat, sending shivers through Zenobi's body as the creature began to shuffle limply in his direction. He barely reacted in time, instincts and adrenalin taking over as his mind was still in shock and disbelief at the sight before him. Zenobi immediately grabbed the door handle and slammed it shut, the man let out another scratchy howl as it banged on the thin wooden door. A grunt from his parent's room alerted him to the possibility of his parent's survival. Immediately he smacked open the partial closed door.
It was in his parent's room that another hideous sight graced his vision. Zenobi caught his breath as he saw three more men, covered in blood, his parent's blood. It was then that he fully comprehended what he was seeing, as his mind coped with the gore in front of him, the three men, still occupied with eating his parents, did nothing to obstruct his opportunity to study the assailants. They were grotesque at best, their skin was grey, peeling and rotting, blemished and wounded, puss and blood rolled in a half congealed march from open wounds. Their eyes were dead and lifeless, yet somehow feral, their movements were jagged and sloppy. Zenobi quietly shut the door, walked down the steps with deliberate purpose, he had to run. These weren't men, he knew that much. But something stopped him, the thought that maybe his family was still alive, conscious as the beasts devoured their flesh, wishing to scream but incapable. The feeling wretched inside him, logic demanded him to ignore it as it knew the impossibility of such. But he could not, turning and with hurried intensity he sprinted into the garage, disbarring the door as he flung it open, its handle punching a hole through the plaster.
He stood inside his garage, staring at the unorganized mess before him. He knew he had some thing he could use, but what he didn't know. Several thoughts of tools popped into his mind at once. An Ice-Breaker had long reach and could be used as a spear, but might be unwieldy in the small area, a hammer wouldn't give him enough reach, finally he settled on a steel crowbar. If he used the hooked end he could easily pierce and crush a human skull. Though the things festering in his home were definitely not human.
Grabbing the Hammer and Ice-Breaker any way, placing the ice breaker within easy range of the front door, and sticking the hammer in a pocket, he walked with determined murderous deliberation towards his parent's room. The monster in his sisters room was still banging on the wooden door, he could hear it creaking as he walked into his parent's room. He caught his breath, swallowing loudly as he approached the first zombie, crow-bar raised above his head. It turned at the noise growling in an ugly sneer, and moved to grasp Zenobi. But he was quick, the bludgeon fell once, twice, three times, driving the semi-sharp steel edge through the skull and brain matter of the creature. Droplets of blood and brain spit up with each swing, coating the ceiling as small fragments of bone flecked against the corpses lying on the bed next to the creature. The beast fell, and Zenobi moved on, swinging sidewise and lodging the crowbar viciously in the other creature's temple.
Despite the result, Zenobi had not been aiming for the head with the knowledge of zombie's weak point as his plan, but rather simply aiming to kill what he thought was a living creature. A body blow might wound, but he had no intention to just harm these horrible monsters. He wanted to kill them, all of them, as punishment for what they had done.
The third and final zombie lunged across the bed in an attempt to grab Zenobi, but the grasping human claw missed as he side stepped and drove down for the final finishing blow against the creatures down turned head.
With the creatures dead, or at least incapacitated, Zenobi took a moment to look at his parents faces. They were not screwed up in pain, but looked no different than sleeping bodies, despite being splattered with droplets of their own blood. He looked down and was forced to hold back a swelling urge to vomit, just below the collar bone, the bodies were torn open and torn apart, organs dangling and bones splintered. Such gore and damage contrasted with such piece was too much to bear, and Zenobi was forced to turn away. He had to deal with the remaining creature in his sister's room, which he knew was almost out of its cage.
(more coming later)
warning this is extremely graphic, I'm not a little kid and If you are you shouldn't be reading this. (By the way I am a rather leanghty writer.)
Stage-1: The Beginning[
Zenobi Blasé awoke with a start, sweat rolling off his skin despite the cool temperature of his room. He felt as though he had just been attacked, like something horrible had just leapt out of the closet and assaulted him in his sleep. His body was tense, ready to react. But Zenobi sighed and relaxed his muscles, "It was just a dream" he told himself and laid back down, pulling the covers back over his shoulder.
Just as he was drifting off to sleep, a tortured wail floated on the wind through his open window. His eyes wavered underneath his closed eyelids, causing his whole body to feel as though it was rolling on waves. He knew it was nothing more than sleep deprived auditory hallucinations or something akin to it, such as almost-dream-state perception. He was simply too exhausted, tired. After not sleeping the night before, who wouldn't be. This was his thought as he slid back into the world of his dreams.
He could not have been more wrong.
Zenobi awoke, his alarm making an awful whining beeping noise to alert him that the next day had begun. Reluctantly he pulled back his covers and crawled out of his loft bed, dressing quickly in yesterday's cloths. He quietly walked down the stairs to the basement and grabbed a change of cloths and towel, intent on taking a shower. As he returned to the second story, he noticed a strange noise, like something was being squished and cracked.
He followed the noise upstairs and past his mother and fathers room and into his sisters, he walked into the room, door wide open, and saw it. There where his sister should have been was bloody half desecrated corpse and hovering over it a man with gore covering it's arms and dripping from it's chin as it turned to face him. A familiar howl rasped in its throat, sending shivers through Zenobi's body as the creature began to shuffle limply in his direction. He barely reacted in time, instincts and adrenalin taking over as his mind was still in shock and disbelief at the sight before him. Zenobi immediately grabbed the door handle and slammed it shut, the man let out another scratchy howl as it banged on the thin wooden door. A grunt from his parent's room alerted him to the possibility of his parent's survival. Immediately he smacked open the partial closed door.
It was in his parent's room that another hideous sight graced his vision. Zenobi caught his breath as he saw three more men, covered in blood, his parent's blood. It was then that he fully comprehended what he was seeing, as his mind coped with the gore in front of him, the three men, still occupied with eating his parents, did nothing to obstruct his opportunity to study the assailants. They were grotesque at best, their skin was grey, peeling and rotting, blemished and wounded, puss and blood rolled in a half congealed march from open wounds. Their eyes were dead and lifeless, yet somehow feral, their movements were jagged and sloppy. Zenobi quietly shut the door, walked down the steps with deliberate purpose, he had to run. These weren't men, he knew that much. But something stopped him, the thought that maybe his family was still alive, conscious as the beasts devoured their flesh, wishing to scream but incapable. The feeling wretched inside him, logic demanded him to ignore it as it knew the impossibility of such. But he could not, turning and with hurried intensity he sprinted into the garage, disbarring the door as he flung it open, its handle punching a hole through the plaster.
He stood inside his garage, staring at the unorganized mess before him. He knew he had some thing he could use, but what he didn't know. Several thoughts of tools popped into his mind at once. An Ice-Breaker had long reach and could be used as a spear, but might be unwieldy in the small area, a hammer wouldn't give him enough reach, finally he settled on a steel crowbar. If he used the hooked end he could easily pierce and crush a human skull. Though the things festering in his home were definitely not human.
Grabbing the Hammer and Ice-Breaker any way, placing the ice breaker within easy range of the front door, and sticking the hammer in a pocket, he walked with determined murderous deliberation towards his parent's room. The monster in his sisters room was still banging on the wooden door, he could hear it creaking as he walked into his parent's room. He caught his breath, swallowing loudly as he approached the first zombie, crow-bar raised above his head. It turned at the noise growling in an ugly sneer, and moved to grasp Zenobi. But he was quick, the bludgeon fell once, twice, three times, driving the semi-sharp steel edge through the skull and brain matter of the creature. Droplets of blood and brain spit up with each swing, coating the ceiling as small fragments of bone flecked against the corpses lying on the bed next to the creature. The beast fell, and Zenobi moved on, swinging sidewise and lodging the crowbar viciously in the other creature's temple.
Despite the result, Zenobi had not been aiming for the head with the knowledge of zombie's weak point as his plan, but rather simply aiming to kill what he thought was a living creature. A body blow might wound, but he had no intention to just harm these horrible monsters. He wanted to kill them, all of them, as punishment for what they had done.
The third and final zombie lunged across the bed in an attempt to grab Zenobi, but the grasping human claw missed as he side stepped and drove down for the final finishing blow against the creatures down turned head.
With the creatures dead, or at least incapacitated, Zenobi took a moment to look at his parents faces. They were not screwed up in pain, but looked no different than sleeping bodies, despite being splattered with droplets of their own blood. He looked down and was forced to hold back a swelling urge to vomit, just below the collar bone, the bodies were torn open and torn apart, organs dangling and bones splintered. Such gore and damage contrasted with such piece was too much to bear, and Zenobi was forced to turn away. He had to deal with the remaining creature in his sister's room, which he knew was almost out of its cage.
(more coming later)