Re: Compiling ideas for Zombie fluff.

Posted by messyart on Jun 15, 2011; 8:51pm
URL: http://the-lost-and-the-damned.71.s1.nabble.com/Compiling-ideas-for-Zombie-fluff-tp6409892p6480531.html

"I see a LOT of sad things happen out there. Daily.
See, guard duty is all well and good, but sometimes.. You wish you could save them all.
But you play your part. We can't go shooting off for everyone who passes by with shit on their tails, or we'd be out of ammo. All we can do.. Is sit back, and watch.
Sometimes we see some mother fucking Rambo try it on. Funny to see. Big man, running for his life while he thinks no one's gonna be watching. Turns right round when he spots us watching.
If I could just get hold of a megaphone, I'd call out. I'd beg for them all to get in here with us.
But sometimes I think.. It must just be seeing those toughguy bastards get torn apart, alone.. Tugs my heart strings.

I remember this time a group ran past our front door. They told our door-guards to "Fuck off" when they offered to let them in.
Pretty brave. 'bout a hundred were chasing them, and they just ran.
Watched them all take up places in a building down the street.
To be honest, I wasn't expecting much of a show, but fuck me.. When those Z's got there, the street went up like fireworks.
I can only figure they must have planted some charges on the way in, but walked out of that damn rubble, fine as day.
Hah, they walked back past, laughing pretty damn happy.
Didn't last. Few of the zombies weren't dead. I tried to shout to 'em, they weren't having it.
It's hard to just block out scenes like that. Bits, and guts just.. everywhere.
I think we called that one a "reaper". Fucking blade arms like a metre long. Most disturbing thing I have ever seen on watch. It just.. Walked off. but not shambling, not creeping or crawling like the rest.
This fucker walks upright, it stalks like it has a damn purpose. "

*Shortly after this bout of reminiscence, the soldier being interviewed was alerted to an incoming group.
Approximately three survivors had passed by the door, screaming obscenities. Some time later, the screaming cacophony was joined by that of the infected we've come to call the "Wailer".
The firing-restrictions meant that the soldiers could do nothing but watch as it caught up with them. None survived the encounter, and the Wailer soon settled in place and sat amongst their disemboweled corpses.*

"Fucking.. Fuck.
Poor bastards.."

*The soldier quickly grew uncomfortable with our interview, so we cut it short to speak with his superiors about the restrictions put upon the solldiers within the safe-zone.
Sadly, our crew was quickly ushered down into the secured underground as an incoming horde set the zone into a Red alert.*