November 19, 2012

• +- XZA -+

  The Xanga Zombie Apocalypse Continues:

  ~The Tale of Tokyo~

  Part one: OutBreak

  Part Two: Hack & Slacker

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  Scraps and left overs:

  

  Shambling towards my keyboard, the last of my sanity slipping away(due to a bite from a zombie) I PPhilip here on the west coast am preparing to write my last will and testament:

  
  I PPhilip barely of sound mind and body want to thank the Xanga internet group for the words of support when the Zombie infection began on the West Coast.
  Some folks think the spread started from a visitor from Malaysia (Restless butterfly and crew) who were fleeing from an outbreak spread by Orangutans. Yes I knew Restless butterfly and her crew and was willing to help them out to find refuge here on the west coast.
  My mind is going….I can’t concentrate….S’long everyone on x…..

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  Kells is still trying to contact a living person through her marine VHF radio. All remains quiet here on the Gulf Coast of Florida. 
  

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  Fortunately Kells had allies with Mt Girl and others. Though a shortwave radio operator she finally got through to communicating with others in areas both troubled and others in panic mode.

  
  Atlanta the headquarters for the quarantine information center puts out regular broadcasts. Washington DC was unable to function properly because most of the Congressmen headed to their constituents and lobbyists for more perks.
  Chaos seem to be the latest champ…..
  

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  Part One: Dans Last Post
  

  Part Two: The Beginning of The End.
  

  Part Three: The Fallen Saint.

  Sliding out carefully from under the low bridge Bede moved quickly and quietly across the empty road, reaching the line of buildings opposite.

  Looking around him and pausing often to listen to the silent city he made his way up the hill away from the river. Communication had become harder while he was on the road and now that he was here right in the middle of one of the most dangerous places to be in a zombie apocalypse he’d lost contact.

  Resting for a moment against a dark shop front he had to fight down a sickening sense of fear. He was alone, totally and utterly alone. Every choice he made right now was quite literally life and death. He looked about himself again, tearing his mind away from the building sense of doubt and panic, then across the other side of the street he saw something.

  While most objects had collected a grey drabness of grime and disuse, there marking a lowered security shutter was something vibrant and fresh the unmistakeable colours, Blue, Orange, Red, Yellow and Green.

  Bede followed the signs, one after another leading on into the residential areas of he city. It was still so quiet, too quiet for a city. He’d walked for over 40 minuets and not heard a single moan, nor one shambling step, there hadn’t been any sounds other than his own since he left the bridge.

  Finally he rounded the last corner onto a small side street between tall stone buildings. The quiet and distance had dazed him into letting his guard down and as he turned the corner and focused on the silent crowd standing stock still heads tilted, bodies hanging loose he almost shouted in shock. Quickly regaining control Bede stopped in his tracks and slowly retraced his last two steps, sliding round the corner in reverse barely able to breath.

  The sweat was cold on his forehead as he leaned back round to scan the silent crowd. It must have been well over a hundred or more zombies, standing, staring (if they could stare) up at the building that he knew was where Margo had been hiding.

  ‘Had they already got her?…should I try to get in?…could I even get in?’

  Thoughts raced through his mind, his knuckles white against he shotgun. It was then that time stood still. From his hip the gently hissing radio that he’d forgotten to switch off crackled into life.

  “Bede, they’re everywhere I couldn’t make noise before…I’m sorry, you have to leave me”

  The volume was on low, but the static and silence around him made it sound like an orchestra had just started up two foot from his head. Hid shocked reaction sent the radio skipping across the smooth stones of the street, ricocheting a clattering echo off the looming buildings.

  There was a terrible moment of waiting silence as the radio came to rest and Bede sprinted after it, the sounds of his every movement like thunder in his ears. Then it began, a gasping, rasping low rumbling moan, first one or two then many voices joining together and echoing down the deserted streets. Rank after rank of pale soulless eyes had turned his way and shambling legs drove on towards him, the horde had woken.

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  Bit of a short one this time, will add more soon I need to stop myself from over writing scenes too much and taking too long lol.

  • 8:10 pm
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