Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire

(Ellie)

=I look to my right to see a special forces soldier=
=I smile weakly in my southern accent=

Friendly?

As long as you don't plan on hitting me with that bat, yeah, I'm a friendly.

=I put my shotgun away.=

(Ellie)

=I kneel down and begin searching the corpses=

As long as you aint a Raider.
I wont

Do you have any idea where we are?

=I look around.=

(Ellie)

=I stand up. Not finding much except a nice looking lighter=

Well I just came out of London.

=I shrug=

Other than that.
I dont have a clue

London?

=I scratch my helmet.=

(Ellie)

=I pause for a second=

Do you not know where youre at?

Uh...yeah...
London, England.
That's where I came from.

England?

=I scratch my helmet again.=

(Ellie)

=I look at him=

Really?

=I shake my head=
=I walk into the store. Grabbing a bag and begin filling it with anything I find useful=

=I walk into the store.=

Yes, really, I don't know... Anything... Other than the things I learnt over the past two weeks.

(Ellie)

=I take some food from the nearby fridges and put them in my bag=

...I would help you if I could...

=I take some water and put it in=

Well, do you know the way to Ireland? There's susposed to be a safe zone there.

(Ellie)

In Ireland?

=I stop packing and look at him=

Ive been in the hands of Raiders for more than a year...
I havent heard anything...

Are you there...

Yeah, in Ireland. Or atleast, that's what I've heard. You were captured by raiders?

(Ellie)

=I nod=
=Some tears forming=

Yeah...
Those bastards....

=I notice her looking like she is about to cry.=

You okay?

(Ellie)

=I nod=

Ye...Yeah...

=I grab my bag from the floor and head off outside=

I work better....on my own...

=I walk off to where the bike is=

Good Luck out here...

=I hop on and pedal off=

=I head over to the counter once again, and check behind it. Nothing. I leave the store, and begin to make my way out of the village.=

(Rich)

=I wake up on the couch=
=I must have been dead asleep to not notice that Bo had jumped up beside me=
=I tip my hat up and look around=

Hmm

=I yawn and stand up=
=Taking out a cig and striking a match. I light the end and extinguish the match=

=I head off to my room to check my things=

I dont care if they offered me help. I still dont trust 'em fully

=I continue walking... Trying to remember...=

What is wrong with me? Why can't I remember anything?!

(Rich)

=I open the door and go to the cabnit=
=I open it, seeing my Saiga-12 and my Desert Eagle=
=What ammunition I had left=

Sixty for the shotgun
about fifty for the pistol.

=I sigh, sitting on the bed=

(Ellie)

=I pedal faster. Up ahead near a housing district I see a man running from a group of Zeds=
=I take out my bat. Nearing the group of four=

=After a while of walking, I notice something move. Before I have time to react BAM! I feel something hit my head, and I fall onto the floor, hearing two voices, which sound far away.=

(Voice 1) You idiot, he's no raider.
(Voice 2) How do you know that?
(Voice 1) Just look at him-

=I black out.=

(Rich)

=I take a few drags of the cig and put it out=
=Blowing out the smoke=

Ah..

=I stand and head up to the deck=

(Ellie)

=I bash one in the head=
=Losing my balance I fall=
=The man runs away, leaving me to fend for myself=

Its all for one

=I stand as they slowly approach=

=I wake up far from "London"=

I must have ran further than I thought..

=I unfold my map and begin to pin point my location using nearby landmarks=

=I wake to the sound of screaming, I still feel tired and my vision is blurry... I look around, to see a Zed... Biting a man.=

Fuck...

=I slowly reach for my Shotgun.=

(Ellie)

=I grab a piece of broken glass and chuck it into the neck of one of the freaks=
=I smash the bat into the Zed's neck=
=The glass flying through into the one behind it=
=They fall and I bash teh last ones head=

=I search the corpses and place the things I find in my bag=
=I get back on my bike and pedal off=

=I grab hold of my Shotgun, firing, killing both the Zed, and the infected man. I stand up, my vision still blurry, and look around. A few Zed's approaching. I begin to walk away.=

=I begin to head around London, watching for more enemies=

=I fire into the Zed's, killing one, the rest charging at me.=

Think!

=I hear gunshots in the distance and I begin to be more cautious=

=I fire again, tearing the legs off one Zed.=

THINK! THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING!

=I see the source of the shooting and I pull out my .44 and look down the scope=

=I fire into another Zombie.=

God damnit!

=I see the Zeds converging on a man=

=I dial the range.. kind of far...=

=I take aim at the closest Zed and fire a shot=

=Xazhi wakes up. He gets his coat on and grabs his Katana, strapping it to his belt like usual. He heads up to the deck and looks out on the open sea. He waves to Adam, who was still up on the bridge=

Xaz- Gotta love that fresh sea air...

=I notice one of the Zed's get hit, I fire again, killing another, with only one Zed left standing, I go to fire, only to be met with a click of an empty gun.=

Fuck...

(Rich)

=I had been sitting on the deck=

Never was used to oceans.
More like cricks and rivers.

=I smile=

Whoo wee. Imagine the catches you could git out here.

=He chuckles=

Xaz- Maybe if we're luckey, there will be some fishing poles below deck.

=I put the .44 on safety and sling it over my shoulder, I take out my SL8 and put it on Semi Auto, moving my way toward the man, killing some Zeds=

I wake up. I grab my new rifles and head over to the workshop. The owner owes me a few favors. I walk in and put the rifles on the counter.

"Think you can get these fixed up for me?"

He says he'll try. The Slummers keep taking his supplies. The Slummers are the self-imposed government for the slums, in which I live. They claim to speak for everybody, but that isn't true. They love to pick on the "Elites," the ones who managed to get into the safe zone, saying they have more space and power and water and such than they are giving us. I nod, grimly.

"Yeah, I understand. There's no hurry. Just make sure those are returned to me, okay?"

He says that, he can definitely do. I hand him a few dollars and walk out, going back to my house.

(Rich)

Aw shoot.
I member a buddy of mine and I went fishin down in the old town reservoir.
Caught ourselves a nice healthy load.
Those were the days.

=I laugh=

Bastard out done me by one fish.

=I reload, and fire, killing the last Zed that was chasing me.=

Fuck, that was close...

=I put injured Zeds down and proceed to the man=

=He smiles=

Xaz- Yea, i was never much of a fisherman. I fancied myself a bit of a storyteller. Speaking of which...

=Xazhi takes out his phone and tried to access the internet. He barely gets a signal. He logs on to the Forum he always went to before the Zombies hit. He joins the chatbox=

[13:42:06] Xazhi : Hey, anybody there? Who's still out there?

=I kick one of the Zed's corpses, just to make sure it's dead.=

(Rich)

=I sit there=
=Listening to the ocean=
=Feeling the breeze=

I get home, grab my current rifle and knives and head back out, passing a few people coming back. I hop over the trenches and keep going. I hear a zombie moan and I quickly start running. I look behind me and see one of them chasing me. I draw my rifle and try to shoot it in the eye. Due to the running and not aiming properly, I miss. I put my rifle back and keep running.

=I finish off the last Zed and walk over to the man with my gun pointed at him=

(Rich)

=I remember two years ago=
=A few weeks before the outbreak=
=I remembered someone very dear to me=
=I sigh=

Did ya live, Annabel.....?

=I look around, noticing the man pointing his gun... At me.=

Woah, hey, I'm a friendly!