I wrote the story about 2 years ago but never posted it because I felt it was not published material. However it's been awhile since I've been able to post anything really long and intense of a story so here is a zombie apocalypse story I had based off of reading others stories and wanted to make my very own. This is a very long story so I apologize if it's choppy. I did put a lot of effort into this way back when I first started writing. So please bear with it if you are not interested then don't waste your time this is a real long story.
Kyle's POV
'How did we get here?'
A man aimed a gun at Kyle's face with no hesitation.
'This was all in survival movies like the walking dead but was never supposed to be real.'
Putting the finger on the trigger just a second from shooting. Kyle closed his eyes just hoping to somehow wake up from this nightmare.
'This is a bad dream, zombies, bandits, Al a nightmare. Snap out of it Kyle SNAP OUT OF IT!!'
*BANG*
The alley echoed with a loud gun shot.
Kyle's friends yelled out as they expected the worst. Once they heard a thud. Their eyes locked on the now deceased man with a gun.
The deceased leader's men looked around in confusion and fear. Spoking someone on a roof up high they realized they had someone assisting this group of teens.
"THEIR SNIPER KILLED THE BOSS. KILL THEM ALL!!!"
All the men aimed their guns at the whole group. They all yelled in panic waiting for death until. Heavy ammunition rang the alleyway. A tommy gun was being shot at the men standing up. Each bullet up high to prevent the hunched over victims to get killed. The group all took cover on the ground in fear for their lives until the echoes faded away.
The group looked around seeing all the men heavy filled with bullet wounds. Looking up they all see
All their eyes widen in shock and fear seeing someone approaching them with armor that is clearly indestructable and the other fact of them not speaking.
The armored figure approached the group seeing they clearly were speechless in fear.
The figure put away the gun on the back holster. In a muffled voice the figure spoke.
"Looks like your in a rough neighborhood. I would suggest not staying here. The last people to stay here ended up like them."
The figure said while nudging their foot on the leader's corpse.
Craig slowly stood up.
"We have no where else to go. We just got here hoping we could stay until we found a safer place."
The figure glanced back seeing his sniper on a far away building.
"Take them to our base. We will need them as new recruits." A voice spoke in the figures helmet.
"Roger that." He said.
"What?" Craig broke in.
The figure turned to face them.
"I guess today is your lucky day. How would you all like to come with us?"
"Us as in?" Craig asked.
The figure pointed with their thumb behind. The group saw the reflection of a sniper watching them.
They all tensed.
"So what's it going to be?"
No one's POV
The group loaded up on the bus as the armored figure stole the vehicle from the dead leader.
The group followed behind praying this wasn't a set up. When the figure approached a building they stopped the vehicle. The group behind saw a woman with a Sniper rifle running toward the vehicle. She jumped on the bed of the truck while placing her rifle on the bed. She banged twice then the vehicle drove off.
She pulled out a mini gun while readying it up.
The truck lead the group somewhere unknown for quite awhile.
"Guys... Don't you think this is a set up?" Clyde said while looking ahead.
"Why would it be a set up if they saved our lives?" Cartman blurted.
"He's right, we owe them for saving our skin back there. They are offering us better shelter. If they were setting this up they would have killed us back there." Token said.
"Well I think we should keep our senses sharp." Clyde said while looking at Craig.
"I hate to say it but.. I don't want to believe these people are bad. There's no telling until we arrive. All I know is they saved us from all dying. We have to give them a chance." Craig said.
"Yeah.. I guess."
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The group stopped at a huge building. There were cameras and heavy duty doors. Nothing could break them. No one could come in or out.
The group all looked outside in amaze.
"Oh my god!"
"Oh forget what I said, I'll stay with them if this is where they are staying." Clyde said while placing his hands on the window.
The group got out while making their way to the truck.
They saw the woman with the sniper and mini gun jump out from the back.
Then last, the armored figure.
The figure glanced at the group and held up a finger signaling them to follow.
The group followed behind seeing the sniper walk up to the enterance. She hit a tile with her elbow as it caved in the wall with a device appearing. She looked in the device seeing it scan her eye ball.
'Access granted.' The device said while the door opened.
She looked back. "The moment you step foot in here you belong to us. We will protect, shelter, feed and give all the right necessities as long as you follow the rules. Don't like what you heard, you can just turn around."
The group looked at eachother. Then looked at Craig.
He looked at the woman.
"What are the rules?"
"Simple, once you step foot in here your weapons go in an armory that WE know the code to. You will be watched at all times for any suspicious behavior."
"Wait, your going to take our weapons, why?" Clyde asked.
"Really, we dont know you all. Who's to say we won't woke up the next morning because we trusted someone with a weapon."
The group felt nervous with this simple rule.
"How can we trust we won't have to use them against you?" Cartman said.
The woman snickered.
"Why would we waste the car ride to recruit new members just to kill them? Also, if we wanted you dead, this would be a different situation right now."
Craig let out a sigh.
"What do you guys think?" He asked looking back.
The group stole quick glances and nodded.
"Okay, we are all yours."
YOU ARE READING
World of Flesh
ActionSouth Park is overfilled with the dead, the undead. Who will survive and who will parish?
