I have started up a [I]Walking Dead[/I] fan-fiction, so far with 2 parts. I don't expect to finish this, but I hope you guys enjoy!
Will edit post whenever I actually post up a new chapter or part into the whole thing. I also posted this from my deviantART so do not think I stole this from [URL="http://thenowheremanlives.deviantart.com/"]http://thenowheremanlives.deviantart.com/[/URL]
[I][U]The Walking Dead : Long Days Ahead - Introduction[/U][/I]
It's literally been days. I can't even believe I've lasted this long.
I wish I was able to actually contact someone. I need to get out. My name is Paul Schulz. It's been a few weeks since the outbreak in Georgia came about. It's getting to the point where I wanted to just end it all and kill myself. Although, I did hear that a few places would be worth visiting for a while. Such as the CDC, Fort Benning, and maybe out of Georgia itself. If only I was able to survive through the city. I live in Atlanta. It was to me, a city of fun and basic economic capabilities. I've been born and raised in Georgia and I never really wanted to leave out of here. The recent Zombie infestation that occurred ruined my way of life. It's been a long hard road of endless killing and stealing. It's been a step back from Humanity.
I am a former Police Officer here at Georgia. It's been a fun ride in the very few years I've been in the force (6 1/2 Years) and I still regularly exercise and shoot guns. I've learned these skills are helpful in some situations. A few days back, I went out to the local 7-Eleven by my Apartment building to get some food. I hoped it wasn't already looted to hell but it turns out it was. When I went out of the store it was like a large gathering in the streets. Zombies everywhere, their disgusting rotten corpses and decaying skin just walking around like it's just the Lunch period at school and everyone is simply just getting a table to sit on. I knew I had to stay quiet. How?
Before I stayed holed up in my apartment, I went with my old group. It was Rick Grimes, Jonathan Maxwell, Ian Weller and Marcus Wells. Rick had gotten shot and his friend, Shane, got him to the hospital. Cut to a day or two later, it happened. Shane was still at his hospital where I would never see him or Rick again, while Jonathan and the group was chasing down a man down in Macon. A murder occurred. We got the guy, his name is Lee Everett. We let Marcus handle him out and then I never saw him again. I just hope he's okay where he might be. I had gotten Jonathan and Ian with me trying to run down on another case. This time, I knew it would be my last case from the name I saw.
[I][U]The Walking Dead : Long Days Ahead - Chapter 1[/U][/I]
The case involved multiple murders at a local Factory. When I got the call, I was eating my burger and a soda in my car.
Breaker, We Got A 2-10 At Niko's Soda Factory. Please Respond.
I took my last sip of soda and drove off, throwing my trash in the can. Driving took a half hour to reach the place. When I got there, many cars and ambulances were there. I called up the local station- the only problem was nobody was there. It was just static. I slowly walked in with caution... I yelled out : "HELLO?". No response. The more I walked in, the more I feared the worst. I saw more blood splatter everywhere.
The feeling was dreadful. It made me want to just go out and just randomly shoot. I knew if I could just walk ahead I would be able to see my crew and we could just get the hell out of there. Then I thought about my Ex-Girlfriend. Jenny. I felt even more uneasy by thinking about her. It would slowly kill me harder to think that she was kidnapped or killed in here. A few more uneasy steps...and I saw it. A saw Carl Manson, a rookie. His dead corpse looking at me with his dead eyes.
Then it moved. His eye moved. How can that even be? He's fucking dead! " Hey....Carl? "
"GAAAAAAAAAHHHAAGGA...."
I stood there as his dead body rose up and ran to me. I spotted a shotgun and I grabbed it. KA - BLAM! After that shot which would have killed him, didn't work! I kept shooting until I reached his skull which is when his body fell with a loud THUD ! noise.
As I was thinking about what I had just witnessed, I heard more similar growls ahead in the factory. Soon, more and more decaying dead bodies went to me. There was like, 10 of them. Their gruesome decaying faces staring at me like I was dinner...little did I know..I WAS dinner.
I don't even know why nobody has read this.
maybe because it's so generic to the point where it's boring
It's horrendous, sorry.
[editline]19th November 2012[/editline]
[QUOTE=NowhereMan;38497802]I also posted this from my deviantART so do not think I stole this from [URL="http://thenowheremanlives.deviantart.com/"]http://thenowheremanlives.deviantart.com/[/URL]
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Ahaha
Your flow is horrible. Flow can destroy a story. Your words are innapropriate to the situation. Remeber that more adjective =/= better storytelling. The idea is bland, sorry.
[QUOTE]Zombies everywhere, their disgusting rotten corpses and decaying skin just walking around like it's just the Lunch period at school and everyone is simply just getting a table to sit on.[/QUOTE]
That's a... unique analogy.
The last thing a zombie horde reminds me of is kids looking for a table during lunch break.
Here's how I personally would have written it:
[QUOTE]The living dead were everywhere. Hollow shells, morbid remnants of man's empire, stumbling and shuffling about the streets, crumbling or falling apart with every mindless step they took. The way they endlessly wandered onwards, with no conceivable goal, or hopes, or dreams, invoked a slight sense of pity in me. These were men that were turned into beasts and carcasses, forever lost, like souls treading a path in some Earthly kind of sheol. Walking and walking with grim, but aimless, determination.[/QUOTE]
it's the walking dead
the long days ahead
the dead livin' and it's gettin' inside your head
niggaz murderin' eachother over loaves of bread
always lookin' over ya shoulder, always living in dread
[QUOTE=Kahgarak;38512738]That's a... unique analogy.
The last thing a zombie horde reminds me of is kids looking for a table during lunch break.
Here's how I personally would have written it:[/QUOTE]
"Here, let me help you by completely rewriting one sentence of your story in self-indulgent fashion and doing nothing else"
"Actually, scratch the part where I said I'd help"
[QUOTE=MakoSkyDub;38519205]"Here, let me help you by completely rewriting one sentence of your story in self-indulgent fashion and doing nothing else"
"Actually, scratch the part where I said I'd help"[/QUOTE]
never said I'd help
har har
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