Why don't we try something new?
A zombie story written only a few words at a time...
Comment a few words at a time and wait for someone else to post before adding anymore...
Ok, I'll try not to be too bossy here, but can we try to keep this sensible please?
Rules
This should be quite real if possible, feel free to go a little bit outside of reality(There are zombies afterall)
But, if you injure a character, injuries tae time to heal.
Add characters if you want, but please no "Godzilla's mother but zombified" or anything like that
Mostly, have fun and be creative...
I'll start off with a sentence and a bit so it doesn't take an age to start.
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed.....
A crowbar and said "It's time for me to live up to my family name and face FULL LIFE CONSEQUENCES!!!!"
Really though I think it should 3-5 words maybe. Maybe even more just saying.
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar...
I can haz more story?
Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar... and said goodbye to his wife...
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never...
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never. In his bag he had but a few cans of spam and a few bottles of water, he knew that he was gonna regret leaving but...
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never. In his bag he had but a few cans of spam and a few bottles of water, he knew that he was gonna regret leaving but... he had to put up a fight.
2 days later Tim awoke...
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never. In his bag he had but a few cans of spam and a few bottles of water, he knew that he was gonna regret leaving but... he had to put up a fight.
2 days later Tim awoke- in the crashed landrover in the rain
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never. In his bag he had but a few cans of spam and a few bottles of water, he knew that he was gonna regret leaving but... he had to put up a fight.
2 days later Tim awoke- in the crashed landrover in the rain. He felt a pair of hands struggling to pull him out.
*R-r-r-r-r-r-rewind.*
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never. In his bag he had but a few cans of spam and a few bottles of water, he knew that he was gonna regret leaving but... he had to put up a fight.
2 days later Tim awoke- in the crashed landrover in the rain. He felt a pair of hands struggling to pull him out. He looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes.
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never. In his bag he had but a few cans of spam and a few bottles of water, he knew that he was gonna regret leaving but... he had to put up a fight.
2 days later Tim awoke- in the crashed landrover in the rain. He felt a pair of hands struggling to pull him out. He looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Come with me if you want to live, and make it fast, they're closing in" said a voice.
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never. In his bag he had but a few cans of spam and a few bottles of water, he knew that he was gonna regret leaving but... he had to put up a fight.
2 days later Tim awoke- in the crashed landrover in the rain. He felt a pair of hands struggling to pull him out. He looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Come with me if you want to live, and make it fast, they're closing in" said a voice. Without hesitation, Tim struggled out of the smashed window and
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never. In his bag he had but a few cans of spam and a few bottles of water, he knew that he was gonna regret leaving but... he had to put up a fight.
2 days later Tim awoke- in the crashed landrover in the rain. He felt a pair of hands struggling to pull him out. He looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Come with me if you want to live, and make it fast, they're closing in" said a voice. Without hesitation, Tim struggled out of the smashed window and fell to the floor. He looked down at his bloodsoaked jeans... Punctured with a thick length of bone.
(sorry for length)
wow, for the one post i had it was fun. whoevers a mod just delete all the comments and we'll restart
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never. In his bag he had but a few cans of spam and a few bottles of water, he knew that he was gonna regret leaving but... he had to put up a fight.
2 days later Tim awoke- in the crashed landrover in the rain. He felt a pair of hands struggling to pull him out. He looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Come with me if you want to live, and make it fast, they're closing in" said a voice. Without hesitation, Tim struggled out of the smashed window and fell to the floor. He looked down at his bloodsoaked jeans... Punctured with a thick length of bone. Unable to support himself, Tim fell to the ground. A large pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him towards and idling van
[OK, I've deleted a few comments from before we decided to leave Chuck Norris out, and I've removed the conversation me and DR had about the broken leg]
Try to keep it real here folks, I know it's not real life, but it's not Hollywood either
sounds good dude.
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never. In his bag he had but a few cans of spam and a few bottles of water, he knew that he was gonna regret leaving but... he had to put up a fight.
2 days later Tim awoke- in the crashed landrover in the rain. He felt a pair of hands struggling to pull him out. He looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Come with me if you want to live, and make it fast, they're closing in" said a voice. Without hesitation, Tim struggled out of the smashed window and fell to the floor. He looked down at his bloodsoaked jeans... Punctured with a thick length of bone. Unable to support himself, Tim fell to the ground. A large pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him towards and idling van- tim tried to grab the crowbar but the man told him there was no time
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never. In his bag he had but a few cans of spam and a few bottles of water, he knew that he was gonna regret leaving but... he had to put up a fight.
2 days later Tim awoke- in the crashed landrover in the rain. He felt a pair of hands struggling to pull him out. He looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Come with me if you want to live, and make it fast, they're closing in" said a voice. Without hesitation, Tim struggled out of the smashed window and fell to the floor. He looked down at his bloodsoaked jeans... Punctured with a thick length of bone. Unable to support himself, Tim fell to the ground. A large pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him towards and idling van- tim tried to grab the crowbar but the man told him there was no time.
As Tim pulled the van door shut, a dirty, rotten arm, almost gangrenous in appearence pounded at the window
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never. In his bag he had but a few cans of spam and a few bottles of water, he knew that he was gonna regret leaving but... he had to put up a fight.
2 days later Tim awoke- in the crashed landrover in the rain. He felt a pair of hands struggling to pull him out. He looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Come with me if you want to live, and make it fast, they're closing in" said a voice. Without hesitation, Tim struggled out of the smashed window and fell to the floor. He looked down at his bloodsoaked jeans... Punctured with a thick length of bone. Unable to support himself, Tim fell to the ground. A large pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him towards and idling van- tim tried to grab the crowbar but the man told him there was no time.
As Tim pulled the van door shut, a dirty, rotten arm, almost gangrenous in appearence pounded at the window- the man ran over the zombie and handed tim a baseball bat
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never. In his bag he had but a few cans of spam and a few bottles of water, he knew that he was gonna regret leaving but... he had to put up a fight.
2 days later Tim awoke- in the crashed landrover in the rain. He felt a pair of hands struggling to pull him out. He looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Come with me if you want to live, and make it fast, they're closing in" said a voice. Without hesitation, Tim struggled out of the smashed window and fell to the floor. He looked down at his bloodsoaked jeans... Punctured with a thick length of bone. Unable to support himself, Tim fell to the ground. A large pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him towards and idling van- tim tried to grab the crowbar but the man told him there was no time.
As Tim pulled the van door shut, a dirty, rotten arm, almost gangrenous in appearence pounded at the window- the man ran over the zombie and handed tim a baseball bat.
"Where are we going?" Tim croaked
"I have a place down the road, my friend Jack can have a look at your leg when we get there."
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never. In his bag he had but a few cans of spam and a few bottles of water, he knew that he was gonna regret leaving but... he had to put up a fight.
2 days later Tim awoke- in the crashed landrover in the rain. He felt a pair of hands struggling to pull him out. He looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Come with me if you want to live, and make it fast, they're closing in" said a voice. Without hesitation, Tim struggled out of the smashed window and fell to the floor. He looked down at his bloodsoaked jeans... Punctured with a thick length of bone. Unable to support himself, Tim fell to the ground. A large pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him towards and idling van- tim tried to grab the crowbar but the man told him there was no time.
As Tim pulled the van door shut, a dirty, rotten arm, almost gangrenous in appearance pounded at the window- the man ran over the zombie and handed tim a baseball bat.
"Where are we going?" Tim croaked
"I have a place down the road, my friend Jack can have a look at your leg when we get there."
The ride was bumpy and one of the windows was broken and the cold rain stung him akin to ice in a tub of ice cream.
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never. In his bag he had but a few cans of spam and a few bottles of water, he knew that he was gonna regret leaving but... he had to put up a fight.
2 days later Tim awoke- in the crashed landrover in the rain. He felt a pair of hands struggling to pull him out. He looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Come with me if you want to live, and make it fast, they're closing in" said a voice. Without hesitation, Tim struggled out of the smashed window and fell to the floor. He looked down at his bloodsoaked jeans... Punctured with a thick length of bone. Unable to support himself, Tim fell to the ground. A large pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him towards and idling van- tim tried to grab the crowbar but the man told him there was no time.
As Tim pulled the van door shut, a dirty, rotten arm, almost gangrenous in appearance pounded at the window- the man ran over the zombie and handed tim a baseball bat.
"Where are we going?" Tim croaked
"I have a place down the road, my friend Jack can have a look at your leg when we get there."
The ride was bumpy and one of the windows was broken and the cold rain stung him akin to ice in a tub of ice cream- they got to jacks and laid tim on a table and he went into shock and woke up a bit later...
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never. In his bag he had but a few cans of spam and a few bottles of water, he knew that he was gonna regret leaving but... he had to put up a fight.
2 days later Tim awoke- in the crashed landrover in the rain. He felt a pair of hands struggling to pull him out. He looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Come with me if you want to live, and make it fast, they're closing in" said a voice. Without hesitation, Tim struggled out of the smashed window and fell to the floor. He looked down at his bloodsoaked jeans... Punctured with a thick length of bone. Unable to support himself, Tim fell to the ground. A large pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him towards and idling van- tim tried to grab the crowbar but the man told him there was no time.
As Tim pulled the van door shut, a dirty, rotten arm, almost gangrenous in appearance pounded at the window- the man ran over the zombie and handed tim a baseball bat.
"Where are we going?" Tim croaked
"I have a place down the road, my friend Jack can have a look at your leg when we get there."
The ride was bumpy and one of the windows was broken and the cold rain stung him akin to ice in a tub of ice cream- they got to jacks and laid tim on a table and he went into shock and woke up a bit later
"Are you sure he's not bitten? Can't tell with his leg fucked like that."
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never. In his bag he had but a few cans of spam and a few bottles of water, he knew that he was gonna regret leaving but... he had to put up a fight.
2 days later Tim awoke- in the crashed landrover in the rain. He felt a pair of hands struggling to pull him out. He looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Come with me if you want to live, and make it fast, they're closing in" said a voice. Without hesitation, Tim struggled out of the smashed window and fell to the floor. He looked down at his bloodsoaked jeans... Punctured with a thick length of bone. Unable to support himself, Tim fell to the ground. A large pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him towards and idling van- tim tried to grab the crowbar but the man told him there was no time.
As Tim pulled the van door shut, a dirty, rotten arm, almost gangrenous in appearance pounded at the window- the man ran over the zombie and handed tim a baseball bat.
"Where are we going?" Tim croaked
"I have a place down the road, my friend Jack can have a look at your leg when we get there."
The ride was bumpy and one of the windows was broken and the cold rain stung him akin to ice in a tub of ice cream- they got to jacks and laid tim on a table and he went into shock and woke up a bit later
"Are you sure he's not bitten? Can't tell with his leg fucked like that."
"Well tim we gotta put you down... any last words?"
"Yes... Tell my wife that doesnt exsist... I....."
BLAM!
"Too late."
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never. In his bag he had but a few cans of spam and a few bottles of water, he knew that he was gonna regret leaving but... he had to put up a fight.
2 days later Tim awoke- in the crashed landrover in the rain. He felt a pair of hands struggling to pull him out. He looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Come with me if you want to live, and make it fast, they're closing in" said a voice. Without hesitation, Tim struggled out of the smashed window and fell to the floor. He looked down at his bloodsoaked jeans... Punctured with a thick length of bone. Unable to support himself, Tim fell to the ground. A large pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him towards and idling van- tim tried to grab the crowbar but the man told him there was no time.
As Tim pulled the van door shut, a dirty, rotten arm, almost gangrenous in appearance pounded at the window- the man ran over the zombie and handed tim a baseball bat.
"Where are we going?" Tim croaked
"I have a place down the road, my friend Jack can have a look at your leg when we get there."
The ride was bumpy and one of the windows was broken and the cold rain stung him akin to ice in a tub of ice cream- they got to jacks and laid tim on a table and he went into shock and woke up a bit later
"Are you sure he's not bitten? Can't tell with his leg fucked like that."
"Well tim we gotta put you down... any last words?"
"Yes... Tell my wife that doesnt exsist... I....."
BLAM!
"Too late
-jack gets a chainsaw and cuts tim open and begins to cook his heart. (j/k, this is SOO off of the story)
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never. In his bag he had but a few cans of spam and a few bottles of water, he knew that he was gonna regret leaving but... he had to put up a fight.
2 days later Tim awoke- in the crashed landrover in the rain. He felt a pair of hands struggling to pull him out. He looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Come with me if you want to live, and make it fast, they're closing in" said a voice. Without hesitation, Tim struggled out of the smashed window and fell to the floor. He looked down at his bloodsoaked jeans... Punctured with a thick length of bone. Unable to support himself, Tim fell to the ground. A large pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him towards and idling van- tim tried to grab the crowbar but the man told him there was no time.
As Tim pulled the van door shut, a dirty, rotten arm, almost gangrenous in appearance pounded at the window- the man ran over the zombie and handed tim a baseball bat.
"Where are we going?" Tim croaked
"I have a place down the road, my friend Jack can have a look at your leg when we get there."
The ride was bumpy and one of the windows was broken and the cold rain stung him akin to ice in a tub of ice cream- they got to jacks and laid tim on a table and he went into shock and woke up a bit later
"Are you sure he's not bitten? Can't tell with his leg fucked like that."
"Well tim we gotta put you down... any last words?"
"Yes... Tell my wife that doesnt exsist... I....."
BLAM!
"Too late
-jack gets a chainsaw and cuts tim open and begins to cook his heart. (j/k, this is SOO off of the story)
All of a sudden jack hears static from a radio near by....
"an...sur....ere... thi... US Arm... Wer......"
-jack dashes to the radio to find out whos out there......
Three days in, nothing had got better- the moaning was getting closer. Tim grabbed his trusty crowbar and said goodbye to his wife as she didn't want to live in a world like this. The landrover rumbled up the drive, it was now or never. In his bag he had but a few cans of spam and a few bottles of water, he knew that he was gonna regret leaving but... he had to put up a fight.
2 days later Tim awoke- in the crashed landrover in the rain. He felt a pair of hands struggling to pull him out. He looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Come with me if you want to live, and make it fast, they're closing in" said a voice. Without hesitation, Tim struggled out of the smashed window and fell to the floor. He looked down at his bloodsoaked jeans... Punctured with a thick length of bone. Unable to support himself, Tim fell to the ground. A large pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him towards and idling van- tim tried to grab the crowbar but the man told him there was no time.
As Tim pulled the van door shut, a dirty, rotten arm, almost gangrenous in appearance pounded at the window- the man ran over the zombie and handed tim a baseball bat.
"Where are we going?" Tim croaked
"I have a place down the road, my friend Jack can have a look at your leg when we get there."
The ride was bumpy and one of the windows was broken and the cold rain stung him akin to ice in a tub of ice cream- they got to jacks and laid tim on a table and he went into shock and woke up a bit later
"Are you sure he's not bitten? Can't tell with his leg fucked like that."
"Well tim we gotta put you down... any last words?"
"Yes... Tell my wife that doesnt exsist... I....."
BLAM!
"Too late
-jack gets a chainsaw and cuts tim open and begins to cook his heart. (j/k, this is SOO off of the story)
All of a sudden jack hears static from a radio near by....
"an...sur....ere... thi... US Arm... Wer......"
-jack dashes to the radio to find out whos out there......
- its a cop from the town on the cb radio
And then, he killed the dog.
And then, he killed the dog.
The dog came back to life so he killed it again....
The dog's body is completely white, but his eyes are red...
The dog's body is completely white, but his eyes are red...
All of sudden it blew up!!!
The dog's body is completely white, but his eyes are red...
All of sudden it blew up!!!
then he took the dogs intestines, marinated them for 2-3 days then ate them
(this is off of the story)
The dog's body is completely white, but his eyes are red...
All of sudden it blew up!!!
then he took the dogs intestines, marinated them for 2-3 days then ate them
Then he too became a zombie, he felt accepted by the other zombies and was glad, He got to go to zombie home coming prom which got cut short by survivors.
I should've known this would end up in a shoddy state.
That's what she said.
who is she? and why does she keep saying these nasty things?
I dunno, lets look for this she....
MYSTERY TEAM ASSEMBLE!!!! CSI ISA FBI CIA ATF and now B NOAA NRA PGA FBLA ETC! UNITE!
...
FIB WHO COULD IT BE!? YOU HAVE SOOO MANY SECRATES TELL US MEN IN BLACK TELL USSS!!!!
/Official end of the thread./
"NEVER!" said jack as he arose from his dream... "NEVER! will zombies attack us its just a myth.. a joke it was all a dream!" Jack walked down stairs and he turned on the Tv.......
ROLO APPERARS OUT OF THE SKY QUENTINA IN HIS ARMS BUT ROLO DROPS HER INTO THE ZOMBIE RAVE!!! UNDEAD TEARING HER LIMB FROM LIMB LIGAMINTS ASTRUNED BLOOD AND GORE THE HUMANITY!!!!!!
Again, it's been blocked and I'm deleting all comments it posted.
good.