User:CamDemon
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This story is part of the Malton Chronicles. This story is fan-made, and is not officially part of any background history for Urban Dead. |
[Note: Riley isnt my in game name, just a name for the story]
Chapter 1: How it happened.
Riley skidded to a halt behind a low barricade, opposite his cousin Dimitrii, who was behind a burnt car. Dimitrii was sliding out used shells from his shotgun, Riley removing empty casings from his revolver. "That was fun" Dimitrii commented irritably, replacing the used shells. Riley grinned, slamming the revolvers chamber shut. "Come on, I thought you liked this" he said to his cousin. "I told you I liked fighting people, not these zombie things" his cousin replied irritated. Dimitrii leaned his shotgun over the burnt cars hood, firing a blast at a zombie, killing it instantly. He aimed at a new one as Riley aimed his own handgun, firing off two shots at zombies. Dimitrii ducked to reload as Riley killed off more zombies. "Riley..." the strained voice of his cousin said. "Im almost out of ammo..." Riley checked his own ammo. "Crap, your right..." "Theres always the Eley Way PD, just down the street, its filled with ammo, but if we can just reach it..." "Dimitrii, are you insane! Thats suicide, running through the zombies to get to safety!" "We have a better chance getting there than standing around here!" They looked each other in the eyes, and comprehension dawned on Riley. "Cus, you cant be serious..." "Im a cop, I took a vow to protect this city. Ive decided on it, you cant change that" Riley nodded as his cousin stood. "It was great fighting with you" Dimitrii told him before running into the square. "Hey! Zeds!" he fired his shotgun into the air "Come and get me!" Dimitrii shouted, running into an alley. Riley got up and ran across the square, kicking over a zombie or two. He reached the police department, sliding through the barricade. The place was unusually empty, most of the survivors were out looking for supplies. He sat behind the main desk, fiddling with his radio, on his cousins frequency, but there was nothing but static. A couple survivors ambled in from hallways. They started talking, and one asked for his name, but he was too tired. He collapsed, asleep behind the desk.
Chapter 2: Deal With It
Riley woke late in the morning, woken by a survivor nearby. "What time is it..." he asked lazily, and the survivor shrugged. Riley stood, taking a look around his new home. The lights were on, and seemed to be powered from a generator in a corner. There was an abundance of ammunition, weapons, and flares here, along with some food, but there was no medical supplies. He was going to have to get some bearings, maybe find a hospital to camp out in, but before that, he needed supplies. Riley searched the building, taking only what he needed, basically a box of rounds for his revolver, a baseball bat, and a flare gun. He turned to the survivor that woke him. "Got a map?" he asked. "You wish" the survivor said in a gruff, Texan voice, lifting a dirty gray cowboy hat from his eyes. "Survivors here gotta make a living on their own. Find a notebook and a pen, make your own map" "Thanks, I think" Riley said, taking a large journal and pen. He left the PD, looking around. A sign pointed behind him, mentioning a hospital, train station, a club, and pair of banks. He headed for the hospital, along the dank, dark road. He kept his revolver leveled at eye level, stopping only to jot down notes in his map. He stopped at the hospital, and roared in anger. There was no way in from street level....but the roof stairs seemed unblocked. How would he get there...
Chapter 3: Making my own way
Riley awoke with a start. He was sitting in a dark, concealed alley to plan his way into the hospital, but feel asleep.A nearby groan jerked him from sleep, and he raised his gun. A zombie struggled down the alley towards him. "Back off" he told it, stupidly. It kept coming, groaning and bleeding. He fired two shots at it, missing the first one but the second hit it in the face, brain and blood flying out. Riley slipped into the building beside the hospital, only to be greeted by another zombie, this one bigger and moved faster. He tried to run, but the zombie started coming at him. He ran up the stairs, trying to distance himself. Up and up he went in the Pooll Tower, until he reached a dead end door. Without stopping he kicked it open, skidding to a halt on the roof. He was cornered, and surely dead. He rushed to the edge, and saw the hospital was a fair distance away...but lower than he was. No, this is insane...well, probably less than fighting that huge zombie back there... He told himself, quickly calculating his chances. The zombie was at the top of the stairs, moving quickly. "Now or never..." he said, backing up and running forwards, kicking off the edge of the building. He soared over the alley between the buildings, landing with a roll on the hospital roof. He turned, aiming at the zombies head, firing a shot. He knew he hit, as a spurt of blood and brains sprayed from the back of its head. Cool, I did it he told himself, heading to the staircase. He walked inside the hospital, taking some medical supplies for his hideout. Maybe he might survive now...just maybe. Well, with his new ability to free run, he might live longer.
Chapter 4: The end of time
Its been over a year since the zombie attacks started. Riley sat alone in an office, where it all started, the Eley Way PD. He wasnt alone, but it sucked. There was only two people left in here with him, a Malton Police Sargent and a military Lieutenant. But it didnt matter, it was all over. He was listening to the radio for the past few days, and there was only one messaged: A mayday message from a nearby club. But what he heard after the mayday was the worst. The person radioing him left the transmitter on during the attack...well you get the picture. The zombies were basically knocking on their front door, and they were out of ammo and such. The generator was also flickering. The Sargent and Lieutenant had what was left of the weapons and ammo to fight off the zombies, all except for Rileys stash of melee weapons. Unfortunately, he heard the guns stop about an hour ago. The barricade he made at the staircase was failing, and he knew he was dead, but he wasnt going to leave without a fight. He tossed his signed journal out the window before grabbing a bat, and waiting. He heard the zombies at the office door, and he kicked it open, killing a few zombies. He swung his bat, cracking one skull, and another, and another. His bat snapped on a fourth skull, and he took out a new weapon. He fought his way down the stairs, killing zombies with weapons ranging from cricket bats to knives. He eventually reached the street, but he knew it was over. He had only a knife and a pool cue, and Zeds were closing in. He ran, trying to distance himself, but nothing happened. "Its over...so this is how a city dies...in the hands of one person, who cant do anything..." He slumped against a wall as a single Zed walked up. He lifted his head, putting on finger on his jugular and holding up a finger. Somehow, some way, right before the zombie bit him, he swore he saw comprehension, and pity in the zombies eyes, and a faint nod, as if it understood. It didnt matter...it was over. Malton was dead.
