Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 05/12/11, 06:34 am

I followed Alex, but staying relatively quiet. I had the hopes to fool anyone else who was unfriendly into theinking there was only one person, not two.

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I put my clothes on a rock, and then sat down next to them. I had a body with me, one of the bandits. I was skinning him. Making sure not to make him bleed everywhere, I had already dug a shallow hole. I was almost done, The scalp was giving me trouble. Took me a few tugs to get it going, then I had his whole body skinned, cleanly too, I might add. I rolled his body, now pretty much completely exposed, off the remaining skin. I laid out the skin nearby, I would wash it later. Now I began stripping the muscle off the body. I had to do it delicately, I didn't want to mar the bone. Besides, the muscle could be used as bait. I stripped the tendons too, you could make string from it.

The fat kept getting in the way. I must have thrown twenty pounds of adipose tissue to the side, It would smell soon, if not already. I forgot about the organs. Iggh. I fashioned a shovel out of some branches and scooped out his liver, his kidneys, his intestines, by god did that smell. His bladder was last, it's smell was, gut wrenching, I threw up. Twice. I disposed of the Bladder as far away as I could, short of throwing it into the ocean. I buried it in the sand. I came back to my bloody work, and finished removing the organs. This was bloody work. After I had removed all the organs, I continued to strip the body of it's muscle.

After some time, I had finished removing the muscles and tendons from the body, I placed the muscles all in one pile and the tendons in another. The bones I set aside, leaving but scraps of flesh, the bones would be useful. I used the skin to transport the bones, tendons, and muscle to another area, closer to the ocean.

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I had moved a wooden table from the house early in the morn, so that I had a place free of dirt to continue my work. I laid the skin out on the table, gently. I then carefully re-separated the tendons, muscle and bones. I took a sponge and began to scrub the bones, rigorously removing the fleshy bits that had been left behind, and cleaning the bone.

After some time, working in the cold, it began to snow. I must've been at it for some time, because it was already midday. I had cleaned, the bones, fashioned string out of the tendons, which took a while as it is very difficult, and prepared the muscles. Bones could make for very useful tools, string made from tendons is very strong, though not the strongest. The muscles were bait. If you take a survival class, or try to learn how to survive, the first thing you learn is how much blood it takes.

You cannot survive in the wild solely on vegetation. No, you need meat, and the only way to get meat is to kill. Killing an animal is the worst experience one can have, especially if you have to get up close and personal. I had to beat a bull to death with a hammer. Hearing the death sounds of an animal is gut wrenching. But I needed to survive, and it was either starve, or kill the bull. I liked living thank you very much. If a Bull had to die, it had to die. you could say that I'm a survivalist, there is almost nothing I wouldn't do to survive. Almost.

As I washed and dried the muscle and put the last of it in a bag, I looked out to see. I had bagged all the materials. No trace of blood could be seen, on me or the ground. It also began to rain, lightly. This day was going to be interesting.

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 06/12/11, 03:01 am

NIC!!!!!!! WHERE ARE YOU!!!!!!!??????
=we had been at it for some time, with no response=

Fuck it, we should head back. He's probably back at the cart by now.

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Takeya wonders to himself about the fate of a safe zone he once visited in london

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 06/12/11, 05:55 pm

I nod.

"Maybe. If not, he'll be there soon."

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=He heads back into the house, goes back inside, and sits in a chair in the living room=

The Wizards Posts : 4926 Join date : 2011-05-10 Age : 34

=follws xazhi inside and leans against the wall=

pretty good swordsmanship out there

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=Night had fallen once more over the area=
=They had finished the repairs. Well, the best they could=

=He has taken up a spot on the outcropping sitting down and looking off into the black sky=
=The stars twinkling=

I'm not staying. They know that

=He sighs as a figure enters his peripheral=

Amber-Hey.

Dakotah-Hey.

=She takes a seat beside him and looks out=

Amber-Thanks for helping us.

Dakotah-Yeah, youre welcome.

=The two are wrapped in silence. Only in their own company=

Dakotah-I'm not staying here.

Amber-I know.

=Her voice held a tinge of sadness=

Dakotah-There is a place that I believe is free of this. Somewhere in Ireland. I'm not sure though.

Amber-You may die out on the sea if you leave.

Dakotah-I know...I was never one to think things through. =sighs=

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 07/12/11, 05:31 am

=We kept walking back to the cart. I'd still yell out for Nick. It took us a few minutes, but we finally got back to the cart. I didn't see Nick anywhere=

Well, this sucks. I survive five years of hell. I walk through most of Europe, then cross both the English Channel and the Irish Sea, only to find my friends, and one of them goes missing..

=I turned my head up to the sky, and screamed=

YOU HAVE GOT A SICK SENSE OF HUMOR MAN! A REALLY SICK SENSE OF HUMOR!!!

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Believe it or not, I was lost in thought. I couldn't stop thinking of a friend I had left behind in what used to be the US of A. All the time we spent together, surviving, getting to know each other. That was a millennia ago, or so it felt. Now, I was in the best shape of my life, I've fought against odds that would've killed lesser men. I sighed. I was going to take the group west, and then north. There was a camp in the mountains, set up by Caesars Legion. The Legate knew me, hopefully he wouldn't report my whereabouts to the Caesar. The man wanted me dead. Not that I blamed him. Well, I could, actually.

The Caesar had captured me and enslaved me. They forced me to fight in an Arena, against other slaves, and on occasion other Legionnaires. The salves weren't difficult to fight. Moreover, if we didn't fight, they would kill us. Fight to the death, win, get rewarded, lose, die. I strongly disliked being in that camp as a slave. I fought and killed many slaves and Legionnaires. Learned many survival techniques from other slaves.

I eventually killed my 'slave master', was given a place in the Legion, played along for a time, and then killed the group of soldiers I was with and the commanding officer. That's essentially how I escaped. Caesar found out, and sent assassins after me. I've killed nine so far. They travel in groups of three, and are generally heavily armed. They were experienced trackers too. They were the reason I came to ireland. It was out of Caesars reach. But lo and behold, he managed to get a camp set up here.

From what I've heard, camps have been popping up randomly along the coasts of europe. Groups of four or five. They were all 'converters' or enslavers. I haven't heard of how successful they were, so if they found converts among the survivors I didn't know. I would've never moved into the light house if it weren't for Caesar and his men. It's why I'm suspicious of all new comers into my life. Anyone could be a Legion spy. Even this BDLA punk. I distrust organizations that I've never heard of. Especially since I've been in that Underground.

Things would only get harder. I dressed, re-checking myself for blood, there was none on my person. I put the bags in a small pack. I picked up the bag, it weighed about 15 pounds. I could've drained the blood into vials, if I had the proper tools. Blood is useful.

I circled around, and came up on the house from the street side. Making sure the road was clear, and checking for signs of danger. Other than a few stray zombies, it was safe.

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 07/12/11, 07:05 pm

I chuckle.

"He'll show up when he shows up. Don't worry. He'll be fine."

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=He looks at [I have no fucking idea what his name is]=

Thanks. My father trained me untill he died, then i carried on myself. Zombies make good practice dummies.

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 08/12/11, 06:11 am

=I kept walking=
Yeah, maybe. I mean hey, he's the one with all that survival training. Though you've got to admit: having had no survival training myself, as well as next to zero combat training.......five years through all this shit? I think I did alright. I mean, Zombies, bandits, bathroom needs? How I'm still alive, and not having shit hang out of my ass, is beyond me.

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 08/12/11, 05:41 pm

I laugh.

"Yea. It's a mystery of the universe. Meaning of life, gravity, you surviving this whole thing. I mean, big question."

I smiled jokingly and laughed again.

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My name is Takeya, and what kind of swords do you have?

[Zeru, you need to use punctuation in your sentences. You also may want to consider going back and changing all the times you've said "zeru did this" or "zeru did that" because otherwise it will be confusing for people who wish to read the story. On a side note, never, I repeat, NEVER use abbreviations for words, using "Btw" or "Wtf" or any abbreviation is frowned upon. On another note, you need to add a bio to your character otherwise he is not legitimate and is seen as 2D compared to the 3D characters around him. So stop being lazy and do it.]

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I walked into the house and walked to the back door, I could see the cart. So I walked through the house to the cart. I notice Alex and Garth talking. I put my bags and things in the back, and I sit in the driver seat of the cart and turn on the engine.

"whenever your ready." I say, not looking at them, but out to where the ocean lay.

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 10/12/11, 06:46 am

I called out to Xazhi.

"Hey, Xaz, we're leaving!"

I sat down on the cart with my foot sticking out a bit, resting on the ground.

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 10/12/11, 06:52 am

=I got my own seat in the cart, and pulled out my P90=

So where the hell were you Nick? We were looking for you. Hell, I was calling out for you.

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I tilted my a little bit. "Stuff." I said, neutrality in my tone.

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 10/12/11, 07:12 am

"Great answer Nic, really enlightening."

I tilted my head to look at him, a small joking smile on my face.

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 10/12/11, 07:14 am

Well, I'd ask what you were doing, but I've got a feeling I don't want to know.
=I just sat back in my seat, and looked down the sights of the P90=

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=Xazhi hears Alex's call and grabs his things. He puts on his jacket and checks his sword and Bowie knife. He takes the spear weapon and heads out the door. He climbs into the back of the cart and sits down=

So, where to?

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 10/12/11, 04:58 pm

I looked at Xazhi.

"Wherever we want. I thik the currebt plan was to go east."

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I put my foot on the gas and do a small U-turn exiting out the small driveway. The drive way was slightly up hill, so the I had to put the pedal further down than normal. I turned left, out the driveway, heading down the R604. We were surrounded by farmland. Tall brush blocked our left view, but the right, was the rolling hills of ireland, with the ancient stones that marked farm territory. Not many cars littered the road. In fact, I've only seen one the whole time I've driven on roads like these. that was on my ride into Dublin.

Eventually we passed a scenic outlook spot, some cars were parked there. Most of the road signs were written on the road, the ones here were 'slow'. There was a hiking trail that branched off from the scenic outlook area. It wasn't really a hiking trail, it led the beach on the other side. It was peaceful, serene, if not for the fate that had befallen so many, it would be a great place to take a girl to.

The we began to pass the beach proper. the street came right along the sandy area. Not a car was seen.

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 10/12/11, 07:18 pm

I looked around our surroundings, keeping an eye out for any threats. I found it strange how easily all this came back to me, the ability to be a Traveler again. It was strange, but comforting, knowing I still had the skills needed to survive.

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=had followed xazhi loutside and sees the cart leave so he hops on the moped and heads in that dirction=

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 12/12/11, 04:01 pm

I looked around the scenery as we went. It wasn't anything really to look at, except for well, everything. My hometown in Arizona has very little green. And I mean, very little. There were almost no trees, all desert and urban buildings. There was almost no life to it, other than this kind of bored, dead-ish atmosphere. It's hard to describe. Anyway, I was still amazed at the scenery of my new chosen home.

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=Xazhi looked around at the scenery. It was nice, but what he longed for was the forests of his home. He thought about the many times he went hiking with his friends, and the time he made the trek to Nova Scotia on foot with two of his friends, who he later dubbed Elteg and Misuet. He sighed, and looked down at the ground=

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=starts to catch up with the cart=

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=Xazhi looked up into the sky for a while in silence, deep in thought. He grasped his fathers necklace, a stone spearhead on a strip of animal skin. He looked at his sword on his side, his knife on his leg, and his bag on his waist. He jumped off the moving cart without a word, and walked into the woods, his long black coat catching the occasional twig, using his spear as a walking stick. He walked in silence. Eventually he was unable to be seen by the cart. He looked forward into the sky as he walked back southeast. After a long walk, he came back to the Azure Comet. He set sail, and made the long journey back to America. His journey almost over, he landed in Massachusetts. He left the Comet behind, and trekked onwards, into the forests. It took him a week of walking before he reached northern Nova Scotia, where he found something he never thought he'd see. As he stood upon a hill in the woods, he looked upon the seemingly endless ocean of trees. He could just barely see it, in the distance. He made his way over to a large clearing in the forest, filled with what must have been a hundred animal-skin tents, all decorated with symbols of animals. He was approached by a man dressed in animal skin clothing, carrying a spear like his. Xazhi spoke to him=

Telusig Masgwi lmu'ji'j. Me'talein?

=The man smiled to him, and spoke back=

Gelulg.

=Xazhi smiled as well. He knew that he was finally home, after years of searching. He knew, deep in his heart, that this was his home=

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=catches up to the cart and waves=

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I continued to drive. I didn't notice the kid waving at us. My mind was elsewhere. We drove through a small town, past the beach. Alex was quiet. Garth stared in wonder at the green. Xazhi, Andrew, Xazhi, hopped off the cart. I had a feeling he would. He had been thinking about that boat ever since he first mentioned it. I hoped the best for him. I remembered him talking about his people, the Solun, for a bit when he was apart of the halo-roleplay website. I hoped he found a home, he always said he hated, or disliked, the kisti who mistreated him. I didn't blame him. Psychology taught me a lot, Xazhi's was a classic case. It was typical. It was Human. America, slowly destroyed by the Puritans and it's indigenous peoples cut off from their religion and each other. America, fuck yeah. I didn't like america. It was too sedentary for me. I hated sitting on my ass and learning. I enjoyed learning on my feet, learning from the world, learning from other people I met. America became the land of 'sit still and listen'. I was good at it, but I hated it.

I hated the meat industry, the milk industry, any industry that excessively tortured animals. I preferred to hunt my own game. Prepare my own meat. I preferred a great many things, but in America, you had a lot of things shoved at you. Processed foods were cheap and 'affordable', it didn't matter if they were from tortured animals. Fuck that, I was happy when I realized I wouldn't have to eat processed food. I was released from a burden.

I just kept driving on.

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 16/12/11, 05:11 am

I saw a glint in the trees. It looked very similar to a glint from a rifle scope.

"Uh, Nic, Alex, don't panic, but, um, I think there's a sniper watching us. Nic, prepare to speed up quickly. Alex, keep a hand on your weapon, discreetly."

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 16/12/11, 05:20 am

=I kept a blank look on my face, and didn't even look up=
Sure thing.

=I cradled my weapon closely=

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"Garth, he's been watching us since we left the house, he's been moving around trying not be seen. " I said in a bored tone. "If he was going to shoot, he'd have done it by now. And besides, there's a sort of 'bandit check point' up ahead, he's probably just radioing them our position. So wave, let him know we know he knows. I've been this far out before, he's only got 12 shots left in that damned sniper rifle."

I was suddenly aware of the sound of a moped. It was loud and annoying. It was giving me a headache. I turned and saw the kid trailing us, waving. I shouted angrily, "What the fuck are you doing! That's going to attract all sorts of unwanted attention!"

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 16/12/11, 06:21 pm

I all but facepalmed as I realized I never thought of that option. I waved towards the sniper rifle glint.

"Fucking hell I still need to relearn some things."

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=chuckles=

-to himself guess it need to be fixed then-

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I looked out the back of the Dual Rotor Chinook. My SCAR-L in my hands. "Find us and Bravo a good place to land pilot." I felt the Helo slow down, and go towards the ground. We hit feet dirt. I jumped off, heard a growl, and jumped back on. "Zombies, everywhere!" I cocked my SCAR's handle, and popped a head off a zom-bitch. I heard another rifle fire off, and two more go off. Soon, we were all firing off the back of the Chinook. "Can we find a new LZ?!" "Yup, hang on." The helo went back up.

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A few seconds after I say that, we here a screech. I swear under my breath. I look around, and pull over onto side of the road. The screeches and the moans of the zombies grew louder and began to be seen. I sighed and glared at the kid on the moped, and then gathered my machetes to use.

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 17/12/11, 05:48 am

"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

I glanced at the moped person and flipped them off. I hopped out of the golf cart type thing and crouched, waiting for the first Zombie to appear.

"C'mon...."

The Wizards Posts : 4926 Join date : 2011-05-10 Age : 34

=stops and checks the moped finding the part that was making the noise and fixes it=

there that should do it

=looks at the pair and shakes his head sighing=

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"The Fuck you sighing at? Because of your inability to properly maintain your vehicle we've been spotted by a horde of zombies. Great job Asshole." I say angrily as I unsheathe my machetes for zombie-use; Doublade and The Impaler. I was pissed and ready to killed some undead.

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 17/12/11, 06:22 pm

"And thanks for using probably the loudest vehicle possible. Really helpful there. You know those things have a fucking pedal right? You don't have to use the fucking motor and advertise to all the nearest Zombies, 'Hey, free lunch, right over here.'"

I sighted in on the first zombie and fired, the round blowing off half of it's head whilt the bullet hit another in what I'm guessing was the spine, as I managed to drop that one as well.

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 17/12/11, 07:34 pm

=I whipped my P90 out, and began firing off single shots into stench heads. The heads didn't explode though: the bodies just fell to the ground. There were too many though, and I didn't have that many rounds in the P90=

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 19/12/11, 04:47 am

I switched to the grenade launcher, and tried to fire a grenade, but forgot that I still had to reload. I ejected the empty round, and reached into the cart for a new one. I managed to grab one and slot it in before too much time passed. I looked down the sight and set a range just in front of the Zombies, knowing that it would be behind them once it travelled. I started aiming up to get it to the right angel, the lights on the sight slowly turning on.

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acting as if i did it on purpose god dam not my fault a piece came loos

Subject: Re: Zombie Story: Threads of a Tire p2 19/12/11, 07:02 am

"It's a fucking moped! Those are meant to be loud!"

The third green light came on, albeit dimly, and I launched the grenade. It went a bit longer than I meant, but it still managed to shred a good chunk of Zombies. Hey, High Explosive can be highly profitable. It must have landed in some mud or something as well, 'cause a large amount of dirt went up, into the air, and the sound was fairly muted. Granted, it was still kinda loud, but it was quieter than I expected.

The Wizards Posts : 4926 Join date : 2011-05-10 Age : 34

like that's gonna help how hard is it to run now a days when they hear a single zedd they stay and fight them all when u could keep going and escape them

=kicks the moped=
dam things supposed to be quieter but that part is causing problems i could fix it if i had some screws

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=Xazhi was wandering around the woods by himself, thinking about his new life. He was happy, but at the same time he missed his friends, especially Elteg and Misuet. He had been singing to himself for a while, wondering whether or not or not to return to Ireland. He put the thought out of his mind, and looked at the sunrise. He looked over his shoulder at the sound of a stick breaking, and saw one of his friends from the village, Moqwa' Nepat approaching. He smiled and waved=

Kwe', Moqwa'.

"Me'talien, Masgwi?"

=He spoke with little enthusiasm=

Gelusit...

"What has you troubled, Masgwi?"

Nothing... I have been thinking much of my friends these past few days.

"The ones you met in Ireland?"

Yes. I wonder if leaving them was right.

"Do not have such a bad heart about it. I'm sure they are fairing well."

That is likely so, but i wonder if i should return to them.

"You should always follow what your heart tells you, Masgwi. If you should return to Ireland, know that you will always be welcomed here."

Thank you, Moqwa'.

"I came for you because there is a council being held. Apparently something strange has been happening, and the elders want to find out what it is."

Alright, let's go.

=Xazhi and Moqwa' walked back to the village together, telling stories of their past and exchanging occasional jokes=

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