Zombie Apocalypse Story Update
Due to Christmas and the rushed schedule, I haven't had much opportunity to create updates on the story lately. I'll try to keep it up to sync by adding a new update now.
Richard, the survivor who taught us about the bait truck, sat us down and gave us some rations he had stolen from the local firehouse next door. Marci and John were busy cleaning their weapons as Richard and I sat down to have a chat about our motives and plans. "We don't plan on staying here long" I said, reaching for a battered O-Henry chocolate bar. Richard was chewing on a Pay Day bar, spitting out the peanuts as he went. (He had almost no teeth left). "You all can stay here as long as you'all like." he said, adjusting the chair he was sitting in. "Just be careful about the traps if you do leave, as I set them myself so I wouldn't be ambushed by those darn creatures out thar" he spat again. "We'll be on our way in the morning" I said, glancing at my watch. It was near 2:00 am and I was getting pretty tired. "We better turn in on shifts just in case something happens out here". I walked away and took a nap. A few hours later I awoke to the sound of gunfire as John, Marci, and Richard were busy trying to shoot at a group of ravenous people who were sprinting towards the razor barrier. Oddly, they were singing some sort of song as they jogged down the path and around the garbage bins. "What the fuck?" I asked, staring as John took the head off the lead runner. The man's head exploded like a blood sausage, showering his running mates with blood and brains. I turned away for a moment. "Jesus Christ man!" John whispered, reloading his gun. "They just came out of nowhere" Marci said, emptying the clip and searching for more ammo. Richard came up with a box of ammo for all of us and we all took turns firing at the group of 30, who after 5 of their members were shot dead, decided to turn around while they could. "I have sumptin' for these sons of bitches" Richard said, climbing down to the shack which stood next to our barrier wall. He came back with a camouflaged steel box that was about 2 feet long and 6 feet wide. It looked heavy but after a second glance it appeared to be made of aluminum. "What's that?" I asked, as he cracked open the case latches and pulled the door up. "Only the latest military stuff I could git. This bitch is the Autotron 1000 and she's awe-sum" he said, assembling a tripod and pulling out a robotic chain gun. It looked seriously bad ass. Richard pulled the turret and asked for help getting it on the tripod. "This har is for stability and over thar is the power connecshuns" he pointed to a 12 volt battery clamp. "Battery is down thar near the bin" he said. Marci went off and grabbed it. We all sat back as Richard expertly assembled the robotic gatling gun. First, he connected the power and turned on the computer module. The display was a small 6 inch monitor that had only 3 words: command, load, and execute. "The problem with these fuckers" John said, gazing down the barrel of the Gatling gun, "Is that they don't discriminate. You gotta make sure the radius is set correctly or else we all get turned into hamburger meat". Richard nodded, and began programming the machine as John loaded the gun up with 50 caliber rounds. After a few minutes it was ready to go. Richard told us to get back behind the sand pile, just in case the gun went batshit. We didn't argue. As he stood over the robotic tripod-mounted gun, he hit the fail safe button and the sentry began a long 30 second countdown beep. Richard joined us momentarily. We looked out over the ruins and saw the group of creatures were headed back, this time with about 10 more than before. They weren't running this time, but they still looked pretty hungry and angry all the same. As the machine counted down to the last 10 seconds the beeping increased in frequency until it reached the last 5 seconds and became one long beeeeeeeeeeeeep as the Autotron 1000 cocked the chamber and began hunting targets. John used to work weekends with the military and understood how this machine worked. "First, it picks out targets based on size and movement, including body heat" he said. "Then it just fires using a laser-guided aiming system that puts even the best marksman to shame" The Autotron found it's targets quickly indeed. Laser beams shot out from the front, hitting 6 people at random intervals followed by closely packed gunshots. The bullets flew out so quick it must have been firing at a 1000 rounds per minute rate. It cut the 6 people in half within 10 seconds. Smoke leaked from the barrel as we scrambled to find some hearing protection. It was deafening. In the distance we heard a dull roar. "Oh shit" I murmured.
Richard, the survivor who taught us about the bait truck, sat us down and gave us some rations he had stolen from the local firehouse next door. Marci and John were busy cleaning their weapons as Richard and I sat down to have a chat about our motives and plans. "We don't plan on staying here long" I said, reaching for a battered O-Henry chocolate bar. Richard was chewing on a Pay Day bar, spitting out the peanuts as he went. (He had almost no teeth left). "You all can stay here as long as you'all like." he said, adjusting the chair he was sitting in. "Just be careful about the traps if you do leave, as I set them myself so I wouldn't be ambushed by those darn creatures out thar" he spat again. "We'll be on our way in the morning" I said, glancing at my watch. It was near 2:00 am and I was getting pretty tired. "We better turn in on shifts just in case something happens out here". I walked away and took a nap. A few hours later I awoke to the sound of gunfire as John, Marci, and Richard were busy trying to shoot at a group of ravenous people who were sprinting towards the razor barrier. Oddly, they were singing some sort of song as they jogged down the path and around the garbage bins. "What the fuck?" I asked, staring as John took the head off the lead runner. The man's head exploded like a blood sausage, showering his running mates with blood and brains. I turned away for a moment. "Jesus Christ man!" John whispered, reloading his gun. "They just came out of nowhere" Marci said, emptying the clip and searching for more ammo. Richard came up with a box of ammo for all of us and we all took turns firing at the group of 30, who after 5 of their members were shot dead, decided to turn around while they could. "I have sumptin' for these sons of bitches" Richard said, climbing down to the shack which stood next to our barrier wall. He came back with a camouflaged steel box that was about 2 feet long and 6 feet wide. It looked heavy but after a second glance it appeared to be made of aluminum. "What's that?" I asked, as he cracked open the case latches and pulled the door up. "Only the latest military stuff I could git. This bitch is the Autotron 1000 and she's awe-sum" he said, assembling a tripod and pulling out a robotic chain gun. It looked seriously bad ass. Richard pulled the turret and asked for help getting it on the tripod. "This har is for stability and over thar is the power connecshuns" he pointed to a 12 volt battery clamp. "Battery is down thar near the bin" he said. Marci went off and grabbed it. We all sat back as Richard expertly assembled the robotic gatling gun. First, he connected the power and turned on the computer module. The display was a small 6 inch monitor that had only 3 words: command, load, and execute. "The problem with these fuckers" John said, gazing down the barrel of the Gatling gun, "Is that they don't discriminate. You gotta make sure the radius is set correctly or else we all get turned into hamburger meat". Richard nodded, and began programming the machine as John loaded the gun up with 50 caliber rounds. After a few minutes it was ready to go. Richard told us to get back behind the sand pile, just in case the gun went batshit. We didn't argue. As he stood over the robotic tripod-mounted gun, he hit the fail safe button and the sentry began a long 30 second countdown beep. Richard joined us momentarily. We looked out over the ruins and saw the group of creatures were headed back, this time with about 10 more than before. They weren't running this time, but they still looked pretty hungry and angry all the same. As the machine counted down to the last 10 seconds the beeping increased in frequency until it reached the last 5 seconds and became one long beeeeeeeeeeeeep as the Autotron 1000 cocked the chamber and began hunting targets. John used to work weekends with the military and understood how this machine worked. "First, it picks out targets based on size and movement, including body heat" he said. "Then it just fires using a laser-guided aiming system that puts even the best marksman to shame" The Autotron found it's targets quickly indeed. Laser beams shot out from the front, hitting 6 people at random intervals followed by closely packed gunshots. The bullets flew out so quick it must have been firing at a 1000 rounds per minute rate. It cut the 6 people in half within 10 seconds. Smoke leaked from the barrel as we scrambled to find some hearing protection. It was deafening. In the distance we heard a dull roar. "Oh shit" I murmured.
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