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Subject: Undead Apathy: A new fanfic (Will update as sees fit)
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I do not consider it an insult, but rather a compliment to be called an agnostic. I do not pretend to know where many ignorant men are sure -- that is all that agnosticism means. -Clarence Darrow

I have written some other fanfics, but haven't posted them. I didn't write this with the thought of expanding it, but if enough people want me to, I have some ideas to be able to write more on this story. I hope you enjoy.





There were too many screams to hear, too many bodies to move, too much death to smell, yet he still sensed it all. When he pushed the small child out of his way, he didn't care. Somehow, over all the screams, he even heard hers as she was left behind. The sheer terror in her scream, the bloodcurdling horror of the monsters rushing towards her, then swiftly cut off in anguish.

Yet he didn't care. If that meant he could get away from those things, he could live with it. Grabbing the shoulder of the man next to him, he pushed off to the left and ran into a building. Diving behind a counter, he used his bare knuckles to break open the glass that held weapons behind it. He found a semi-automatic rifle, grabbed 3 boxes of ammo from behind the counter, and rushed into the fleeing crowd.

2 minutes ago, he had sacrificed a small child's life for his. Though he hadn't thought of it since then, someone else had.

"You bastard! I saw what you did!!"

Turning his head to his right, he saw a woman clawing her way through the crowd towards him. Even being chased by horrors untold, the woman still wanted to taste revenge for what she deemed wrong. She lunged at him, and he side-stepped, flicked the butt of the gun, and knocked her out cold by a blow to the temple. Looking down quizzically for a second, he wondered what could have provoked such an attack. His intentional murder of a young child hadn't registered yet.

Then, a roar sounded from 30 yards behind him, and the man turned around. The last of the frenzied crowd rushed past him, and what he saw chilled him to the bone.

Fleshy monstrosities, some shambling, some sprinting, came down the narrow road that seperated rows of looted, burning buildings. Skin, bones, and appendages all hung at odd angles.
Dead bodies being devoured or infected by small fleshy balls filled the street. One young woman hid in a dumpster, only to have 3 humanoid things jump at her, and literally rip her frail body in 3 seperate pieces.

He screamed, then turned to run. A small rock kicked up from the shoe of someone ahead clipped him above his right eye, disorienting him. He dropped his gun, and fell forward. The monsters were very close then, and in the ten seconds he had, he considered getting the gun. He reached out, then decided better of it. Scrambling up, he lunged forward and sprinted with all the energy he had left. He vaulted over two broken bodies laying on the ground, scratch marks littering their dirty bodies.

Turning down an alleyway, he saw around 5 people run into an entrance to a tall building. They turned to bolt the door, and let him fall in the doorway before shutting it. Darkness filled his laden eyelids.

"Idiot, get up! Get up the stairs now!!", a female shouted.

Flitting open, his eyes focused on her face. Disheveled, with haggard eyes, she turned and ran up the stairs in the center of the small room.

Scrambling up, eyes laden by dust and horror, he made it up the first step, then the second. A primal keening from outside the door startled him, forcing him up the many, many stairs to come.

After what seemed like an eternity, with the screams echoing around him, he made it to the top of the building.

"Mark?! What the..? Get in the Pelican!"

Mark looked over and saw his friend from primary school, Stefan, holding the door open. Stefan was in UNSC Marine body armor, and had a MA5B assualt rifle in his free right hand.

Mark looked through his heavy eyelids towards the center of the roof and saw a Pelican transport waiting with 3 marines crouched around it.

"MOVE!!"

With a shove, Mark stumbled, then sprinted towards it. Green spores littered the air, choking his parched mouth, and the embers of fires danced around him in the air as well. From all around, the sounds of the creatures drowned out the roar of the engine, and he literally fell onto the loading bay.

The marines, with Stefan, got on, and the hatch commenced to close. The embers flittered around outside, and the door leading to roof of the building looked as if it was being battered from behind. Closing with an in-audible bang, the hatch let darkness set in, the artificial lights kept dim.

Mark, slumped against the wall and feeling 99 instead of 29, raised his head just enough to see Stefan.

"Ste-"

"Mark, all I can tell you is that the UNSC is doing it's best to evacuate the citizenry out of the city. I got trapped in the stampede, and called for this bird. I told a few people around me, hoping to save a few. You're one lucky bastard to have come down that alley."

"Oh..kay..."

Mark's eyes fell shut, and he slipped into shock, accompanied with the distant sounds of death, primal rage, and hopelessness, fueled by the fires that burn within the decaying hearts of the monsters below.

  • 12.25.2009 8:30 PM PDT

Paul doesn't shoot rainbows out of his butt and doesn't beleive in unicorns which makes him a dark, cruel and souless living being.

Don't stick it here write a book of goodness sakes!
*Thinks "Man this is one funky fan..."*

  • 12.25.2009 8:59 PM PDT

"Find The Bomb?!
Find The Bomb?!
I'm Looking For The Flag!
What The Heck Is Assualt!?"

Zombie stories... not my thing.

And it is particularly hard to make them sound original, most of them adopt this B movie feel and just kind of sidle along.

The actual writing was ok, a few instances of improper grammar, but nothing that could be overlooked.

It all happened quite quickly as well, hardly had to flick your eyes for him to kill a young girl, get a weapon, knock out a woman, get attacked by flood and then get away. A bit rushed, but most people get better about that the more they write.

  • 12.26.2009 5:56 AM PDT
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I do not consider it an insult, but rather a compliment to be called an agnostic. I do not pretend to know where many ignorant men are sure -- that is all that agnosticism means. -Clarence Darrow

Posted by: Buggy Virus
Zombie stories... not my thing.

And it is particularly hard to make them sound original, most of them adopt this B movie feel and just kind of sidle along.

The actual writing was ok, a few instances of improper grammar, but nothing that could be overlooked.

It all happened quite quickly as well, hardly had to flick your eyes for him to kill a young girl, get a weapon, knock out a woman, get attacked by flood and then get away. A bit rushed, but most people get better about that the more they write.

I see, but mostly the rushed feel was the point. A mob of normal citizens running from a horde of things you've never seen before; with the adrenaline and shock, you wouldn't think twice about your actions.

The rushed feel was intentional to show the frenzied atmosphere; I'll work on it more if it didn't seem like it was supposed to.

  • 12.26.2009 7:59 AM PDT

"Find The Bomb?!
Find The Bomb?!
I'm Looking For The Flag!
What The Heck Is Assualt!?"

No, that's not what I meant.

It didn't have a rush feel, it felt rushed.

Tell me if I am not being clear.

  • 12.26.2009 10:07 AM PDT
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Alright, I'm shutting this down. Hope anyone who read it enjoyed; I'll be writing more.

  • 12.26.2009 10:07 AM PDT

Without failures, you can not succeed. Looking forward to hear from you again.

  • 12.26.2009 10:10 AM PDT
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Posted by: Buggy Virus
No, that's not what I meant.

It didn't have a rush feel, it felt rushed.

Tell me if I am not being clear.

I see what you mean, I think. I wrote it in about 10 minutes; wasn't a lot of planning or grammar/spell checks. I think I see what you mean by rushed.

  • 12.26.2009 10:17 AM PDT

"Find The Bomb?!
Find The Bomb?!
I'm Looking For The Flag!
What The Heck Is Assualt!?"

Posted by: tactic phil 007
Without failures, you can not succeed. Looking forward to hear from you again.


Not true

But anyways, glad you got what I meant Kaltyr.

  • 12.26.2009 10:57 AM PDT