User:Survivor88/Survivor's Tale

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The Beginning

Lance crossed the street, holding a pistol in both hands. He was heading across to a PD. He wasn't sure which one but he had seen lights inside. The lights were off now, but there was still noise from inside. He wasn't sure if zombies had gotten in or humans were still there. He didn't care. If they were going to get in his way though...... let's just say it wouldn't be pretty. Two zombies lurched out from behind the PD, one of which had a SWAT uniform on and a shotgun in hand. The otehr one was dressed in Army clothes with a pipe in his hand. They approached lance, staring at him as they would a delicious morsel. He raised one pistol and shot both zombies in the head, then continued his approach to the PD. A horde of zombies came up the road, drawn by the gunshots. Cursing, lance ran over the PD's barricades, only to come face to face with a zombie, another one farther inside the room chewing on a corpse, and more bodies laying near by, some already regaining some movement. Lance pushes the zombie back, dropping a pistol as he grabbed his fire axe, bringing it down on the zombie's head, the otehr zombie coming closer because of teh noise. Lance hit that zombie with the blunt side of the axe. The zombie fell backwards and didn't get up. Lance picked the dropped pistol up, putting it in its holster, still holding his fire axe and his otehr pistol. He grabbed as much supplies from the corpses and rooms as possible, then looked outside. The zombie horde was tearing at his old hideout, where a portable radio was still on, sitting there on a table. Lance ran out the PD's back door, into an alley. A rotting corpse laid by the door, already chewed to peices. Lance sneaked towards anotehr building, apparently an NT building. the doors were torn off their hinges, and the inside looked ransacked. he walked inside, waiting for a zombie to attack, but it was empty. He walked into a lab and searched for some Syrines, then grabbed a still intact DNA extractor. He also grabbed another fire axe sitting by the door, then walked towards the next suburb. This suburb was dead. too much for him anyways. Time to visit Pitneybank, maybe get a new reputation. Not as a regular survivor, but as the ultimate survivor. Just maybe.......

Part 2: Continuation Of A Dream

He had failed at becoming the ultimate survivor. But he had a new dream now. He was getting tired of watching survivor groups everywhere, giving orders, keeping themselves aive. It was time for a change. Maybe dementia had something to do with the way he thought, maybe not. But it didn't matter. He started murdering his fellow survivors, killing at random. No point, no caring, no regret. And he hadn't even reached Pitneybank yet. But he soon learned of BOTR, a group with a similar opinion. Thus he began to search for a member, make contact, make himself known.