Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire

I smile and nod.

"It's always good to have an education. How far did you get in school?"

I see the person and raise my own rifle at him.

"Travelers from the Ireland Safe Zone! We are looking for supplies! Who are you!?"

=I walk around a corner, noticing people pointing guns at each other.=

Woah! What the fuck is going on?!

(Ellie)

=I take out my Baretta and aim at the man=

Now we dont want any trouble mister.

=I see another person walk by=
=I shake my head. Putting my gun away=
=I notice the other man from England=

Safe Zone?

=I kneel down=

There is no "Safe Zone"

I shake my head.

"There is. Where the hell do you think I came from? Russia? It's back that way."

I point.

(Ellie)

=I shake my head=

Well obviously there is.
Comin around places pointin guns at people.
Do we even look like Raiders?

What the fuck is happening?

=I notice the Woman from... London, I think.=

=I look around not knowing what to do=

Sorry.. I don't take any chances..

"Well, then don't take this chance. Either lower your gun and walk that way to the safe zone. Or you become my first human kill. I don't want that, and I'm sure you don't either."

I raise my gun to point at his chest.

=I shout.=

Woah hey! No need to shoot him! He's fine! He just seems to be... A little angry all the time...

=I stand up and lower my weapon=

Hmm..

I lower my weapon as well, but I keep it ready.

"Thank you. Now, if you want, you can come with us and scavenge supplies to build this nice young lady a house, or you can just go to the safe zone and see what help you can get there. Your choice."

=I sat outside the house I had chosen. Looking out to the ocean.=

=I grunt=

Might as well help you people as much as I can..

=I begin to reload my weapon=

In exchange, you wouldn't mind a little ammo and food for me?

I shake my head.

"Not at all."

I look at the second person.

"You wanna come with?"

Urm... Yeah, I guess.

=I scratch my helmet.=

(Ellie)

Okay...
Just a bit...
and thank you all for helpin me...

Sometimes I hate my helpful nature...

I look at Ellie.

"You are welcome Ellie. We are all just trying to survive."

I smile and look at the others.

"My name is Garth Hood. You can either call me Garth or Gee-Hood"

I motion to Ellie.

"This is Ellie Frost. You are...?"

I'm Brandon.

=I look around again=

I am Miller... Or, atleast that's what I was told.

=I scratch my helmet again.=

(Ellie)

=I giggle=

Well cmon!

=I start to go straight=

Do do do do do

I nod again.

"Okay, well, let's go find us some building materials, shall we?"

I follow Ellie.

Someone spotted a small boat in the water, they were throwing a sort of hissy fit, Rich people piss me off.

=I follow as well.=

So... A question... Do you guys know anything about 'Elite's?

=I begin to unknowningly wandering off=

=I sport a small land strait=

Hey.. where does that lead to..?

"Yeah, they are the rich bastards who live in the Safe Zone. As in, actually in it."

I see...

=I begin to think.=

"Why do you ask?"

=I begin to wander off to the strait=

=checks the ad to see if anyoen noticed it and was interested=

Because the guy who told me my name, muttered 'Elite's... As he died. So... I thought it might help me remember.

I get my sharpened Machetes and get in the Golf-cart, with a back pack strapped to the the roof, along with rope and string to secure any extras. The 'Elites' always stay out of my way, for several reasons: 1, I train with the mercenary guards, 2, I train everyday regardless of weather, 3, I get my own water from the ocean, they don't, 4, I'm technically one of them, they know that, and they are glad i'm on there side, even if they don't like it. It takes a couple of minutes to get from the light house to the land-bridge, passing some sleeping guards. Those Idiots, I honked the horn and gave them a start, I thought it was funny, they were scared shitless. I started my way to Kinsale.

"Amnesia? Huh."

I duck into a store to check for supplies. I find nothing but a crawler.

"Sonofabitch!"

I raise my shoes and stomp on it's head until it pops.

"Gods dammit! I thought someone cleared this last week!"

(Ellie)

=I find the wreckage of a building=
=Wooden planks scattered everywhere=
=Some burned=

Well....
This work?

Well, whoever cleared it, didn't do a good job.

=I scratch my helmet.=

Amnesia? What's that?

I call to Ellie.

"Yeah, those will work."

I look at Miller.

"Amnesia, loss of memory."

I walk over to Ellie and start picking up some pieces of wood.

=after nothing so far he starts looking around finiding an abandoned shop and goes in=

better be usefil stuff in here


=\

=I begin to crawl up to the Strait, seeing some heavily armour people=

=I crawl into a sandpit and take out my .44 and look down the scope=

(Ellie)

=I nod and begin picking up some planks=
=I begin humming=

=I begin picking up some planks, still thinking.=

"Let's see if we can't find some form of wheelbarrow or something. It'll make carrying these a lot easier."

I start walking around, still carrying the wood on my shoulder. I look for a wheelbarrow or something.

(Rich)

=I had sit down on a bench and look around=
=I sigh=
=I take out my smokes and light one=
=I begin petting Bo=

Really aint much here.

=I stand going off to a bar type building=

=comes out of the building carrying a good sized box and finds a small cart and starts pushing it along=


nice grenade launcher ammo is always worth digging

I find a shopping cart. I put the wood in and wheel it over to the others.

"Found a cart. This'll help, I'll bet. C'mon, load up."

(Rich)

=I see a pool table and walk over to it=

Hmm
Le's see if I can remembah how to play this.

=I rack up the balls and proceed with lining my shot up=

Hmm...

=I hit the cueball and it goes out=
=I begin=

Oh yeah, I remembah

(Ellie)

=I put the planks I have in the cart and go back for more=

Do do do.

=I walk over to the cart, placing the planks inside, I then go off to get more planks.=

=sees people putting wood planks into a shopping cart=

wonder what they're thinking

I grab the last few pieces of wood near me and put them in the cart.

"Whaddya think? Think we got enough wood to make you a house?"

(Ellie)

=I place my share in and nod=

I think we do!

=I giggle. Looking over to where a room once stood=
=A teddy bear, mostly destroyed laying ontop of it all=
=I stop and look at it=

...hmm...

=I shake my head and begin wandering to find a good spot=

I follow her with the cart, Miller following behind me.

"What's with the "hmm"? Thinking of home or something?"