Stories tagged “weapons”
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ANNOUNCING THE GAME
“Tonight’s game, the HOMEBOYS against THEM OTHER DUDES. Ready for kick-off. There’s the kick! And THEM OTHER DUDES start the game on the 20, the 30, the 40 and they are down on the HOMEBOYS own 45 yardline. The HOMEBOYS keep THEM OTH...
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Nothing Special About Revenge
Eyes glazed with a joy he hadn’t felt in years, Micah perused the selection. The trunk of Greasy Ed’s ‘77 Buick Skylark, primer orange and replete with rust, wasn’t the most glamorous of emporiums, but it had everything needed. ...
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The Cafe
The cafe. 10 people. Not daring to make a single noise for fear of giving up their position. The infected congregated outside the cafe, the lingering smell of fresh flesh still warm in the air. They had barely made it in to the cafe, the savage beasts ...
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The Darkness Closes
We didn’t have much time left. The sun was setting fast. We had gathered as many supplies as we could and jammed as much as we could in every door and window. But we knew we wouldn’t last the night in this cursed place. Already, the nameles...
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Here They Come
The light patter of feet belied the caricature of a human that smashed through the door I was watching, opening its mouth in a horrible scream that I cut off with the shotgun’s roar. Similarly around me, sharp reports sounded as our ragtag band d...
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Like a House on Fire
I glanced at her. “Optimism at all times, remember?” “Fuck that government survival guide. It probably killed more people than zombies.” “We’ve got better things to worry about. What do you think, fire or zeds?”...
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Last Shot at Life
More of the house crashed down around us, and flames were licking at our feet, while smoke clogged our chests. We finally had a chance! The only problem was, we were on the top floor, and the garage was on the bottom, surrounded by zombies. With one cl...
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Fiery Escape
The little USP bucked in my hand and struck the gas tank square. Contrary to everything movies show you, gas tanks do not explode in white-hot explosions – at least, that’s not what I saw. A rolling orange sphere engulfed half of the zombie...
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Under Fire
“Telic, cover!” I dashed out from behind the barrels, the explosion of gunfire behind me confirmation he was taking to heat for now. Quick hop over a crumbling wall, down a bit further, crouching – significantly more protection than t...
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Fuck
Fuck. It was the only word to come to mind staring at the myriad weapons laid out on the dirty, pitted wooden table before me. -a hook, still glistening with the fresh blood of the last fight. -a pair of gloves with razor blades fastened to each finge...
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Shit
Shit. When I entered the pit the only smell that could reach my brain was of shit. The ground was wet with it. Great pools of runny brown regret. Above me was bright light and men braying for my death. The sound descended upon me like a great wall of ...
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Bob
Bob. Bob lifted his glass encrusted wooden bats above his head and shouted a mindless guttural call for my blood up to the braying crowd above. I raised the cut down sickle named “Toothpick” above my head and gave a half hearted stuttering bark. Th...
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Tight Fit
They call it a DuckSuit because ducking is the most exaggerated reflex a human can do when trying to avoid something while standing still; Flying Qantum Fists, Invincible Machetes, Black Adder Bullets, GigaBight Javelins, Bolt Whips, and the precise Fl...
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A Non-Oprah-esque Aha Moment
With trepidation, and no small amount of anxiety I made the preparations. Winter gear went in the A4 bag. Uniforms stacked neatly in the rolling camo bag. All manner of necessities filled the available space in each. Orders cut, flight booked and no ch...