Post by Moonfire on Oct 21, 2010 3:01:57 GMT -5
Well, Scorch conned me into writing a story for him, and it ended up turning into this whole big project. So, here is Chapter 1 of the story that I've started developing. Its going to feature many character based off of people from PBL and is pretty much a zombie action story. Right now there is no defined main character, since I plan on switching the focus character chapter by chapter. I'd love feedback =D
Forgive my crappy writing, its been a while since I've written anything. I'm all rusty. =P
Time: 1:42pm, Tuesday
Location: Hollywood, Florida
It wasn’t the crackle of nearby fires that woke her, nor the soft groaning that seemed to echo through the street, or even the insistent blooping of received text messages. Rather it was the continuous blaring of the car alarm outside. No matter how hard she tried to sleep through the sound it pierced into ever crevice of her mind. With a final groan of frustration Mooney pulled herself from the futon, groping around the edges of the couch for her glasses.
“What the hell, man?! I’m tryin’ to sleep.” She muttered angrily, shoving the glasses on her nose. Reaching out she flicked a single finger across the touch screen of her cell phone, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. With a heave the pajama clad teenager meandered into her living room, glancing over the 7 text messages she had. “Geez, when did I get so popular?”
The car alarm blared loud in the front yard, sending waves of annoyance through Mooney. With another tap of her finger the messages opened each reading almost exactly the same;
Moon, call me!
R U ok?
DID U SEE THE NEWS?
Mooney, please call me immediately!
Frowning in confusion, Mooney quickly dialed her closest friends number, listening as the phone rang for half a moment before switching straight to voice mail. “Vir? What’s with the panicked text messages? Call me back, kay?” Her voice still dry from sleep. Setting the phone on the glass end table, the blaring of the car alarm grated on her tired mind. Pain flared over her skull, a migrane setting in early. Joy.
Angrily she threw open the curtains, letting the grey tinged light shine into the pleasantly messy living room. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” She said is disbelief. Two men in ragged clothes scraped and clawed at her father’s SUV out front. A pair of homeless men trying desperately to break into the large purplish vehicle. “Jesus, the neighborhood sure has gone to hell.” Mooney muttered.
Swinging the door open with a loud crack, the bespectled girl held an aluminum softball bat firmly in hand, the sun glinting slightly over the green surface. “Get away from the car!” She shouted angrily, her voice unwavering despite the anxiety that knotted up inside her stomach. “Get away from my car!”
Turning suddenly the men launched themselves towards her. Their faces twisted and battered. As though claws had flayed the flesh from them. An instinctive shiver traveled down her spine with cold shills. Something was terribly, terribly wrong. Adrenaline shot itself through her veins, the bat whipping out with a sickening thud against the first screeching beast. Lukewarm blood splattered across the girls face as she recoiled backwards, bat clutched tightly in both hands. Decayed brain matter dripped from the end as the second zombie came forward teeth barred. Another well timed strike ended him as well. Breathing hard, Mooney didn’t take more than a moment before scuttling back into her home, slamming the door and bolting the locks.
“Zombies… There’s… Zombies…” Mooney stuttered, sinking back against the door. “Ho-lee shit…” Shuddering, Mooney shoved away the anxiety that ate at her stomach, taking a deep breath she pulled herself up suddenly disgusted with the vile sludge the zombies had slashed across her pajama top. Closing her eyes she knew what she had to do next.
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Time: 2:36pm, Tuesday
Location: Hollywood/Pembroke Pines, Florida
The door shot open with a crack, the soft bleep of a car unlocking followed shortly after. “Come and get it.” Mooney said angrily, a sawed off shotgun in hand. A rambling horde approached from the house across the street, grey skinned and oozing a blackish oily liquid. Holding the shotgun firmly in hand she bolted towards the SUV, blasts of buck shot ripping through their sinking flesh, toppling them over with the force.
Grabbing the passenger door she swung it open, hopping inside as two of the zombies slammed themselves against the door, shutting it behind her. Quickly clicking the button the vehicle locked down and Mooney gave herself a well needed gasp of air. Pressing heir gruesome faces against the window they claws at the metal of the door, leaving sickly trails of old blood and stink across the side of the door.
Scooting over into the drivers seat turning the key in the ignition the engine roared to life. Pulling forward with a lurch she ran the zombies over, the crunch of the bones making her shudder before flying off down the street.
Vacant cars littered the streets of Pembroke Pines, Florida, the occasional shambling dead wandering out to find the source of the noise. “Gotta… Gotta get Virenn…” Mooney muttered to herself, steering through the mostly open streets. She’d have to avoid Miami, that’s for sure, too dense of a population there. Twisting and turning through the streets Mooney reached her destination. Her first instinct was the lay on the horn, warning her best friend that she’d come for her, but the noise may attract the unwelcome dead as well.
Gulping down a quick breath of air she reached for the sawed off shotgun, turning the car off as quietly as possible. Gently she opened the door and closed it quietly, the sawed off still clutched in hand before racing towards the front door, banging on it. “Virenn! Virenn! Its Mooney! Open up! Hurry!” She said, pressing her back against the door as the commotion brought out the living dead. It took only a couple blasts of the shotgun before the wooden door creaked open, Mooney slipping in quickly to the sound of a dog barking.
“Virenn! You’re okay!” Tears fell down hot over the girls cheeks as she embraced her best friend. Virenn smiled back, tucking a piece of brown hair behind her ear nervously. “You know it dude. I… can’t say that about the rest of them.” Her voice was grave as she gently pet the grey pit bull at her side. “Its just me and Roxas, what about you?”
A long pause fell between them, before Virenn broke the tension with a comforting pat. “Don’t worry about it… We’ll stick together, it’ll be okay.” She said softly, her voice dry and creaky.
“What are we gonna do, Virenn? We can’t just stay here. I’ve got some supplies in the Durango, plenty of guns and ammo, but we’ve gotta have a plan… Where do we go?” Mooney asked, her voice quivering in places.
“There’s a rumor flying around on the internet… Before the internet crashed, about a Zombie Free Zone, in Quebec… Can’t hurt to try, right?”
“Yeah… We’ll just ride up I-95 I guess… If we make it to Maine, then we’ll figure it out from there I guess. There’s gotta be a map or something we can pick up before then.” Mooney said, clinging to the ray of hope the rumor gave her. There had to be something, right? Something to hope for.
Peaking through her blinds a deep frown settled over Virenn’s face. “We better get going… Before it gets dark.” Another group of zombies had gathered nearby, dragging themselves down the street.
“Yeah… We should go.” Mooney said, picking the shotgun up in hand. “You got any weapons, Vir?”
“Just an old handgun…”
Mooney couldn’t resist a chuckle. “You get first pick when we get back to the car.”
Raising an eyebrow Virenn asked “How many guns do you have Mooney?”
“Just a couple.” She said, forcing the door open, guns a blazing. Two of the zombies immediately rushed them, arms out stretched. Three quick blasts of the shotgun fell them, but Virenn couldn’t help but flinch at the loud blasts, her hands shaking as she tried to take aim. “Come on!” Mooney yelled unlocking the door as she dived in from the passenger side, taking her places in the drivers seat.. Sliding into the seat next to her, an ear splittering scream came from Virenn. A long rooting arm forced itself between the door, grasping and clawing at her.
“Shoot it! Shoot it!” Virenn cried, jumping into the back seat as Mooney whipped about with the shottie blasting the rotting appendage into mince meat. Kicking out the stumpy remains she slammed the door closed resisting the urge to shudder in disgust. Adrenaline pumping full force through her veins, she speed out of the driveway and down the street, heading for the interstate.
“Virenn! You have got to keep a better cool than that!” Mooney barked, arms shaking as she turned wildly through the streets. “You could have gotten hurt! All you had to do was shoot the thing.!” Mooney yelled over the roar of the engine weaving between the empty cars.
“I’m.. I’m sorry! I panicked!” Virenn yelled back. Silence fell again as Moonfire hopped onto I-95, still weaving between the cars.
“You should get some sleep Vir… I’ll take the first shift, you can grab next, okay?” Mooney said quietly, eyes still on the road. Deep within, only one question lingered on Mooney’s mind, was he okay?
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Time: 11:18am, Wednesday
Location: Somewhere outside Savannah, Georgia
“Don’t stop believing!” The girls belted out. It may have been the end of the world, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy some music along the way. Journey’s classic song blared from the speakers of the SUV. After passing Orlando, I-95 had cleared considerably, making it easier for the girls to pretend that it was a normal roadtrip between friends.
“It goes on and on and on and on! Don’t stop believing! Hold onto the feelin’!” The girls shouted laughing together. And that’s when they hit him.
The familiar thud of a body against the grate was met with a new noise, the crunching of metal against metal. “Holy sh*t!” Virenn shouted, hitting the breaks hard. Bumping crazily they finally reached a skidding halt. “Did we hit a zombie?” Mooney asked, looking out the window as a lurching figure pulled itself from the brush on the side of the road. Peering through the window, Moony clutched a rifle in hand aiming it at the window as she watched the figure pull itself up.
Ripping off its motorcycle helmet the figure tossed it away, the dented and half crushed helmet obviously useless. “You hit me!” The young man shouted, dusting off his brown jacket.
“I’m soooo sorry!” Virenn shouted back, rolling down the window. “It was an accident I swear!” The music of Rise Against’s The Good Left Undone flooded out into the open air.
“You’ve wrecked my motorcycle, what am I gonna do now?” He asked, frustration obvious in his voice, lifting up the twisted metal excuse of a motorcycle.
“You should grab a ride with us, dude. I swear we’re nicer than walking… Or zombies.” Mooney called out the window, smiling. “What have you got to lose, Scorch?” She asked, laughing.
“Scorch…?”
“Your jacket, it looks singed, prolly just tire print though. Now hop in, or we’re gonna leave ya here for the ghouls.” She teased, sticking out her tongue.
With a reluctant sigh the newly dubbed Scorch climbed into the SUV and joined in with the singing of White Snake’s I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight.
Forgive my crappy writing, its been a while since I've written anything. I'm all rusty. =P
Chapter 1: Mooney
Time: 1:42pm, Tuesday
Location: Hollywood, Florida
It wasn’t the crackle of nearby fires that woke her, nor the soft groaning that seemed to echo through the street, or even the insistent blooping of received text messages. Rather it was the continuous blaring of the car alarm outside. No matter how hard she tried to sleep through the sound it pierced into ever crevice of her mind. With a final groan of frustration Mooney pulled herself from the futon, groping around the edges of the couch for her glasses.
“What the hell, man?! I’m tryin’ to sleep.” She muttered angrily, shoving the glasses on her nose. Reaching out she flicked a single finger across the touch screen of her cell phone, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. With a heave the pajama clad teenager meandered into her living room, glancing over the 7 text messages she had. “Geez, when did I get so popular?”
The car alarm blared loud in the front yard, sending waves of annoyance through Mooney. With another tap of her finger the messages opened each reading almost exactly the same;
Moon, call me!
R U ok?
DID U SEE THE NEWS?
Mooney, please call me immediately!
Frowning in confusion, Mooney quickly dialed her closest friends number, listening as the phone rang for half a moment before switching straight to voice mail. “Vir? What’s with the panicked text messages? Call me back, kay?” Her voice still dry from sleep. Setting the phone on the glass end table, the blaring of the car alarm grated on her tired mind. Pain flared over her skull, a migrane setting in early. Joy.
Angrily she threw open the curtains, letting the grey tinged light shine into the pleasantly messy living room. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” She said is disbelief. Two men in ragged clothes scraped and clawed at her father’s SUV out front. A pair of homeless men trying desperately to break into the large purplish vehicle. “Jesus, the neighborhood sure has gone to hell.” Mooney muttered.
Swinging the door open with a loud crack, the bespectled girl held an aluminum softball bat firmly in hand, the sun glinting slightly over the green surface. “Get away from the car!” She shouted angrily, her voice unwavering despite the anxiety that knotted up inside her stomach. “Get away from my car!”
Turning suddenly the men launched themselves towards her. Their faces twisted and battered. As though claws had flayed the flesh from them. An instinctive shiver traveled down her spine with cold shills. Something was terribly, terribly wrong. Adrenaline shot itself through her veins, the bat whipping out with a sickening thud against the first screeching beast. Lukewarm blood splattered across the girls face as she recoiled backwards, bat clutched tightly in both hands. Decayed brain matter dripped from the end as the second zombie came forward teeth barred. Another well timed strike ended him as well. Breathing hard, Mooney didn’t take more than a moment before scuttling back into her home, slamming the door and bolting the locks.
“Zombies… There’s… Zombies…” Mooney stuttered, sinking back against the door. “Ho-lee shit…” Shuddering, Mooney shoved away the anxiety that ate at her stomach, taking a deep breath she pulled herself up suddenly disgusted with the vile sludge the zombies had slashed across her pajama top. Closing her eyes she knew what she had to do next.
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Time: 2:36pm, Tuesday
Location: Hollywood/Pembroke Pines, Florida
The door shot open with a crack, the soft bleep of a car unlocking followed shortly after. “Come and get it.” Mooney said angrily, a sawed off shotgun in hand. A rambling horde approached from the house across the street, grey skinned and oozing a blackish oily liquid. Holding the shotgun firmly in hand she bolted towards the SUV, blasts of buck shot ripping through their sinking flesh, toppling them over with the force.
Grabbing the passenger door she swung it open, hopping inside as two of the zombies slammed themselves against the door, shutting it behind her. Quickly clicking the button the vehicle locked down and Mooney gave herself a well needed gasp of air. Pressing heir gruesome faces against the window they claws at the metal of the door, leaving sickly trails of old blood and stink across the side of the door.
Scooting over into the drivers seat turning the key in the ignition the engine roared to life. Pulling forward with a lurch she ran the zombies over, the crunch of the bones making her shudder before flying off down the street.
Vacant cars littered the streets of Pembroke Pines, Florida, the occasional shambling dead wandering out to find the source of the noise. “Gotta… Gotta get Virenn…” Mooney muttered to herself, steering through the mostly open streets. She’d have to avoid Miami, that’s for sure, too dense of a population there. Twisting and turning through the streets Mooney reached her destination. Her first instinct was the lay on the horn, warning her best friend that she’d come for her, but the noise may attract the unwelcome dead as well.
Gulping down a quick breath of air she reached for the sawed off shotgun, turning the car off as quietly as possible. Gently she opened the door and closed it quietly, the sawed off still clutched in hand before racing towards the front door, banging on it. “Virenn! Virenn! Its Mooney! Open up! Hurry!” She said, pressing her back against the door as the commotion brought out the living dead. It took only a couple blasts of the shotgun before the wooden door creaked open, Mooney slipping in quickly to the sound of a dog barking.
“Virenn! You’re okay!” Tears fell down hot over the girls cheeks as she embraced her best friend. Virenn smiled back, tucking a piece of brown hair behind her ear nervously. “You know it dude. I… can’t say that about the rest of them.” Her voice was grave as she gently pet the grey pit bull at her side. “Its just me and Roxas, what about you?”
A long pause fell between them, before Virenn broke the tension with a comforting pat. “Don’t worry about it… We’ll stick together, it’ll be okay.” She said softly, her voice dry and creaky.
“What are we gonna do, Virenn? We can’t just stay here. I’ve got some supplies in the Durango, plenty of guns and ammo, but we’ve gotta have a plan… Where do we go?” Mooney asked, her voice quivering in places.
“There’s a rumor flying around on the internet… Before the internet crashed, about a Zombie Free Zone, in Quebec… Can’t hurt to try, right?”
“Yeah… We’ll just ride up I-95 I guess… If we make it to Maine, then we’ll figure it out from there I guess. There’s gotta be a map or something we can pick up before then.” Mooney said, clinging to the ray of hope the rumor gave her. There had to be something, right? Something to hope for.
Peaking through her blinds a deep frown settled over Virenn’s face. “We better get going… Before it gets dark.” Another group of zombies had gathered nearby, dragging themselves down the street.
“Yeah… We should go.” Mooney said, picking the shotgun up in hand. “You got any weapons, Vir?”
“Just an old handgun…”
Mooney couldn’t resist a chuckle. “You get first pick when we get back to the car.”
Raising an eyebrow Virenn asked “How many guns do you have Mooney?”
“Just a couple.” She said, forcing the door open, guns a blazing. Two of the zombies immediately rushed them, arms out stretched. Three quick blasts of the shotgun fell them, but Virenn couldn’t help but flinch at the loud blasts, her hands shaking as she tried to take aim. “Come on!” Mooney yelled unlocking the door as she dived in from the passenger side, taking her places in the drivers seat.. Sliding into the seat next to her, an ear splittering scream came from Virenn. A long rooting arm forced itself between the door, grasping and clawing at her.
“Shoot it! Shoot it!” Virenn cried, jumping into the back seat as Mooney whipped about with the shottie blasting the rotting appendage into mince meat. Kicking out the stumpy remains she slammed the door closed resisting the urge to shudder in disgust. Adrenaline pumping full force through her veins, she speed out of the driveway and down the street, heading for the interstate.
“Virenn! You have got to keep a better cool than that!” Mooney barked, arms shaking as she turned wildly through the streets. “You could have gotten hurt! All you had to do was shoot the thing.!” Mooney yelled over the roar of the engine weaving between the empty cars.
“I’m.. I’m sorry! I panicked!” Virenn yelled back. Silence fell again as Moonfire hopped onto I-95, still weaving between the cars.
“You should get some sleep Vir… I’ll take the first shift, you can grab next, okay?” Mooney said quietly, eyes still on the road. Deep within, only one question lingered on Mooney’s mind, was he okay?
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Time: 11:18am, Wednesday
Location: Somewhere outside Savannah, Georgia
“Don’t stop believing!” The girls belted out. It may have been the end of the world, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy some music along the way. Journey’s classic song blared from the speakers of the SUV. After passing Orlando, I-95 had cleared considerably, making it easier for the girls to pretend that it was a normal roadtrip between friends.
“It goes on and on and on and on! Don’t stop believing! Hold onto the feelin’!” The girls shouted laughing together. And that’s when they hit him.
The familiar thud of a body against the grate was met with a new noise, the crunching of metal against metal. “Holy sh*t!” Virenn shouted, hitting the breaks hard. Bumping crazily they finally reached a skidding halt. “Did we hit a zombie?” Mooney asked, looking out the window as a lurching figure pulled itself from the brush on the side of the road. Peering through the window, Moony clutched a rifle in hand aiming it at the window as she watched the figure pull itself up.
Ripping off its motorcycle helmet the figure tossed it away, the dented and half crushed helmet obviously useless. “You hit me!” The young man shouted, dusting off his brown jacket.
“I’m soooo sorry!” Virenn shouted back, rolling down the window. “It was an accident I swear!” The music of Rise Against’s The Good Left Undone flooded out into the open air.
“You’ve wrecked my motorcycle, what am I gonna do now?” He asked, frustration obvious in his voice, lifting up the twisted metal excuse of a motorcycle.
“You should grab a ride with us, dude. I swear we’re nicer than walking… Or zombies.” Mooney called out the window, smiling. “What have you got to lose, Scorch?” She asked, laughing.
“Scorch…?”
“Your jacket, it looks singed, prolly just tire print though. Now hop in, or we’re gonna leave ya here for the ghouls.” She teased, sticking out her tongue.
With a reluctant sigh the newly dubbed Scorch climbed into the SUV and joined in with the singing of White Snake’s I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight.
