User:TibbarRm/Story
It Begins
I woke up to groaning. Not good. As I rolled over and grabbed my pistol, I heard something crash to the ground. Man, they must be hungry tonight. The police department next door was supposed to keep them occupied, but I figured some of the zeds smelled me. I came out from the office into the lobby of the hotel and saw that my barricade was already about to collapse. There were a small mob of zeds outside; not more than five or six, but more than I wanted to deal with. I turned to get my baseball bat, and then the barricade came down.
I snatched my pistol from my shoulder holster and fired at the mob of zeds. Turning, I grabbed my baseball bat from the ground. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my left arm. I swung my baseball bat as hard as I can, and hit the zed in the chest. It staggered back, but didn’t go down. It did give me time to get my second pistol, though.
I fired several more shots at the mob, taking down two of them. Still two left. I just ran. I was out of ammo, and my arm hurt like hell. I ran up the stairs to the second floor. The hotel looked like it was nice before the infection, but now it was ruined. The carpet was all a dull brown, there were scratches in the walls everywhere, and all of the decorations were either torn up or on the floor. I looked out a window at the top of the staircase at the PD. There were lights on, so I figured it was still up. I thought, “The survivors are holding up better than I expected.” I went up to the third floor, broke out a window with my baseball bat, and jumped.
I landed on my left shoulder, sending a jolt of pain up my arm. I simply laid on the ground a bit, recovering from the pain. When I looked back at the hotel I saw the zeds watching me from a window. That was close. I took a bandage out of the first aid kit in my backpack and put it on my arm. I had almost used up my last first aid kit too. This was not my day. Or night, in this case. My arm looked rough, but I had been through worse. I knew that I would recover after a few days. I looked up at the moon and decided that the day would just start a bit early.
Conflict
I entered the police department and tried to quietly find some ammo for my pistols. The survivors here must have gotten most of them. Digging through some closets in the back rooms, I finally found two clips. I really needed to find more. If I would have had more the previous night, I could have just killed the zeds.
As I looked for some more ammo, I heard some noise towards the front of the building. I went to the door of the station and saw the two zeds outside, attacking the barricades. They just had to follow me here, didn’t they? I guessed they were mad at me for killing their friends. I start throwing chairs and cabinets on the barricade, and a few other survivors came out of offices and back rooms. They all seemed a bit sleepy. Figures. Many of the survivors that sleep in PDs don’t know much about survival. Apparently these didn’t either. One of them had a shotgun on his back, but I didn’t see any other weapons.
The guy with the shotgun said, “Looks like more zeds outside. I was hopin’ for a peaceful night tonight.” They all started helping with the barricades. The zeds kept attacking them, but we were building them much faster. The shotgun guy glared at me and said, “You must have just gotten here. Did these zeds follow you?”
I didn’t like the way he was talking about the subject, but I answered truthfully, “Yeah, they seem to have followed me. I killed a few of them at the hotel tonight, but I ran out of ammo.”
Even though his friends kept working on the barricades, the man stepped back from the barricades and said, “Oh, so you’re one of them wanders, aren’t ya? You don’t care about keeping a buildin’ up, but you’ll take what ya need from where ya can. If you aint gonna help defend buildins, don’t come runnin’ to safety when the zeds are after ya.”
I tried to explain that I’m helping rebuild the barricades right now, but another survivor said, “Cool down, Ted. Right now we just need to get these barricades up and get rid of the zeds.” Ted mumbled something, and swung his shotgun off of his back. He fired at the two zeds, one shot each. They both fell to the ground. I had to admit, he was good with the shotgun. Ted looked at me and said, “You better get out of here. We don’t like you people that just show up for supplies. If you wanna help, fine. If not, leave.”
I stared at Ted and said, “Alright, Ted, listen up. We ‘wanderers’ do a lot more than you do. All you do is sit around on your fat ass in this police station and try to keep zeds and survivors out. I actually travel around and help people. If someone needs some first aid, I help them. If I see a building going down, I jump in and try to save it. I shoot zeds and save people. So I’ll get whatever I need here.”
Ted glared at me. He handed his shotgun to one of the other survivors and said, “Jack, I’ll be right there. I gotta discuss somethin’ with this guy.” Jack looked at me, shook his head, and walked towards the back of the police department. Ted spat into the corner of the room and said, “Ok, mister, you just went and made a big ole mistake. See, you don’t insult us. We do more than you ever do, ya hear? I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson.” He pulled a baseball bat off of a shelf, and gave it a couple test swings. “I won’t shoot ya, but I’ll make ya wish I did. This baseball bat here says it wants to meet ya.”
Ted was a hefty guy. He was a bit fat, but he seemed pretty strong. I thought I could take him, but it wasn’t going to be easy. He looked like he knew how to use that baseball bat, too. Well, that made two of us. As I eased off my backpack I said, “Look, I don’t want any trouble. I’ll just grab a couple more pistol clips and leave, if that’s what you want.”
“You just don’t understand, do ya, kid? That’s exactly what I don’t want you to do. It’s too late, anyhow. You’re going to learn to mind your manners.” Then he ran straight at me, swinging his bat.
I had already taken my baseball bat out of its custom holster on my backpack, and at the last moment I ducked to the side. Ted’s swing missed, but he hit the oak table behind me with enough force to put a dent in it. ‘Ok, so this guy can actually fight.’ Ted started to slowly circle the room as he realized that I knew something about fighting as well. Suddenly he lunged forward, swinging his bat. I jumped back, and the swing barely missed me. We started circling again, but I was determined to get in a hit. Ted rushed me again, and swung for my upper chest. I was ready, though, and jumped out of the way. Before he could recover, I hit him in the back. I thought it was a hard hit, but Ted simply grunted and turned around. He was much more cautious this time. Then he swung again. I jumped back, but Ted had a different approach. He started like before, but instead of following through, Ted hit my left arm. Right on the scratch wound.
The pain was almost unbearable, and I staggered back. I felt blood start to trickle down my arm. Ted grinned and said, “That hurts, does it?” I staggered back, but Ted hit me again in the ribs. Along with the dull outer pain, there was also a sharp inner pain. ‘That’s probably a rib.’ I tried to fight off the haze that was quickly enveloping me, but I was growing weaker. As Ted ran towards me, I noticed with disinterest that he was going for my arm again. My knees buckled, and I almost went down. Suddenly, the fog cleared. Something in me wasn’t going to let this idiot win. When Ted swung, I somehow sidestepped his swing. I hit him in the back as hard as I could. He didn’t go down, but I kept hitting. Ted spun around, with the rest of my strength I swung for his face. I felt the solid smack as the bat connected, and Ted went down. He was out cold.
The room seemed to spin as I looked around. Several dark shapes passed me, murmuring about something. The room sped up, and suddenly I was on the floor. One of the shapes came over and reached for me, but I wildly swung my bat. The shape moved away. I got to my knees, and somehow managed to stand up. After a few shaky steps, I fell again. I kept this up for what seemed like hours, and then everything went black.
The AZS
Loud pops, and then a low steady sound. More pops, getting louder. I slowly regained consciousness, and opened my eyes. It looked like I was in a plain building, in an office, maybe? I turned my head to the left and saw a desk and some filing cabinets. Definitely an office building. I heard what I realized was gunfire, and the inescapable zombie moan. Can’t I ever have a day of peace and quiet? I started to get up, but the pain in my chest made me fall back to the bed. I had a tight wrap around my chest, and my arm had another bandage on it. Silently thanking my mysterious doctor, I looked for my weapons. There, on a shelf, was my bat, along with both of my pistols. Whoever was helping me sure was nice. There were a few more shots, and then the zombie moans stopped. They were gone, at least for now. I heard footsteps, and then a young man walked into the room. He looked at me and said, “Well, you’re finally up. You’ve been out for over a day.”
I looked at the young man. He appeared to be in his mid-twenties, somewhat tall, athletic. His eyes were fierce, full of untold stories, but I also saw friendship. The man said, “I’m Chaostraveler, with the Anti-Zombie Squad. We saw you out in the street, and put you in here. You were pretty beat up.”
I answered, “I’m TibbarRm. There was a bit of a, uh, misunderstanding with one of the survivors in the police department. Thanks for all of the help.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Chaos said, “Well, I need to head out. We’ve got some jobs that need done in Malton. This is actually our base of operations right now, so you might see some other members later.”
Chaos went to leave, and I asked, “Could I join your group? I’ve been trying to survive on my own, but I’m not doing it very well. A group would give me more security, and I hope I can contribute something to your group.”
Chaos turned around and said, “I’ll have to check with our leader, penguinpyro, but I think he’ll be glad to have you. We’re always looking for new members. Can you use that bat?”
“Ask the guy in the police department.”
Chaos grinned, “Wait, you’re the winner? I’d hate to see the loser. I think peng will like to have you on the team.” As he left, I tried to get up again. The pain was bad, but I could handle it. I pushed off of the wall and hobbled over to the desk. I reached for my pistols, and went ot put them in my holster. Looking at my pistols, I saw that they were even cleaned up. This group was awesome. I holstered both of my pistols, but left my bat on the desk. I started to walk around the office, but my ribs hurt too much. Instead of making my injuries worse, I sat back down onto my makeshift bed and thought about the Anti-Zombie Squad. I was soon asleep.
The sound of voices woke me up. I heard shuffling outside of the room, and many loud voices. My chest felt better, so I tried to stand up. Just then, Chaostraveler came in and said, “Take it easy, you don’t want to make it any worse.” He helped me out into the lobby of the office. Chaos looked around and said, “Hey, everyone, this is TibbarRm.” I waved, and everyone introduced themselves. Penguinpyro, a younger guy in black and white, introduced himself as the leader. I also met Dragei, Kane Izzy, Bdthemag, Barour, Jonas Mandrake, Otterslayer, Xoxx, and several others. They were all very friendly. Penguinpyro said, “This is most of our crew, but we have a few members patrolling the city as well. I hear you’re interested in joining the AZS. If that’s true, we’d love to have you.”
I responded, “Yes, I’d love to join.” After an oath and a short joining ceremony, I was officially part of the Anti-Zombie Squad.
