User:Supermutantslayer450/Survival


 * Harry Conrad stared down at what was once the busiest city in America, thinking, "How could this happen?" At first, what seemed to be a benign virus that kept some kid out of school for a few days seemed harmless, nothing out of the ordinary. But, when people started showing similar symptoms, it made the newspapers. Then, when most of Pennsylvania was declared a quarentine zone, people started to panic. When the airborne virus reached the not-so-distant-city of Manhattan, and most people succumbed to it, becoming bloodthirsty, monstrous creatures, any un-infected citizens died from the infected. Except for Harry and his three friends, Mike Suhi, Josh Mason, and Gary Bailey. They banded together, looted a gunshop, and fortified a supermarket. As it seemed that the infected only came out at night, that left 8 hours a day available for scavenging, picking off lone zombies, and finding anything to keep them from going crazy. Every Friday, Harry went to the top of the Empire State Building with a bunch of Molotov Cocktails, and threw a couple at any wandering infected, and set engines in cars on fire to destroy any infected nearby. Harry's watch beeped, telling it was 6:20, giving him 40 minutes to get back to his fort. He and his friends barricaded their building at 7:00 PM, as the sun goes down at 8:00 PM. Harry was walking down the stairs as his cell-phone started to ring.
 * "Harry! This is Josh. We have a problem."
 * "And what would that be, exactly?"
 * "Me and Gary were scavenging in a building, but now he's gone, and I don't know where he is."
 * "Where are you?"
 * "The apartment block on the corner of 24th and 26."
 * "What happened right before you noticed he was gone?"
 * "Well, we were searching cupboards and pantries, and he started coughing. I told him to get some water, be he said that I was coughing. We both agreed we must have been imagining it, and I looked in a bathroom for medical supplies. My bag was almost full, but there was more to carry. I called out to Gary, but I didn't hear anything. I looked around for him, but couldn't find him. I think he may have- HOLY SH-"
 * "Josh! What is it?"
 * "I-I found Gary."
 * "Is he okay?"
 * "If you call all 24 ribs broken okay, yes."
 * "Holy shit. Is he alive?"
 * "He's not breathing. Oh god, he can't be. He can't be dead. He cant be dead! Motherfu-"
 * "Josh! Hold it together! If you don't calm down and be aware of your surroundings, you're screwed. Get back to the Supermarket. Remember where you are, and we'll come back tomorrow. Now go!"
 * "Okay. Wait, do you hear that?"
 * "I'm on the phone. What do you think?"
 * "Someone's crying. I think it's a survivor. I'm going to check it out."
 * "Alright, be careful."
 * "Hello? Hey, can you hear me? It's okay. Come with me. You'll be safe. Hello?"
 * "Josh? Can you see the person?"
 * "Yeah, she's pretty pale, not wearing much, and- HOLY SHIT! GET HER OFF ME! GET HER OFF ME!"    "JOSH!"
 * By that time, Harry was on the 3rd floor. He raced down the rest of the stairs, and made a dash to Josh's location. As he got to 25th street, he heard screaming, both male and female. As he got to the apartments, both screams stopped, and was replaced with loud sobs. Harry carefully approached the doors, and slowly walked though the halls, his dual Uzis held out in front of him. As the sobs got louder, Harry tensed more and more. He came around a corner, and saw Josh's attacker. An extremely pale woman, with white hair, only enough clothes to cover her privates, long nails, and glowing red eyes. A few feet away, Josh's corpse was lying on the floor, several deep wounds in his stomach and chest, and long, bleeding gashes all over his body. As Harry shined his flashlight at the killer, it started to stand up and growl. Not wanting to end up like Josh, he turned off the light, and backed away. As he exited the complex, his phone rang. Harry pulled it out and answered it.
 * "Hello?"
 * "Harry! Where the hell are you? Don't you see what time it is?"
 * Harry looked down at his watch. 7:51.
 * "Damn! I'll be there as quick as I can."
 * As Harry started to run off towards the supermarket, the ground started to shake violently...
 * Harry was sprinting along the sidewalk, avoiding cars and other zombies the whole time. When he got to 37th street, 5 blocks away from the supermarket, he finally noticed the ground shaking. He slowed to a stop and turned around. The only thing that was odd was the shaking. He pulled out his Uzis and aimed, waiting for whatever was chasing him to show it's ugly mug. As Harry was about to forget it and keep moving, a taxi flew through the air, heralding the approach of a monster of gigantic proportions. It was massive, arms as big as a tree trunk. Tiny legs, clad in barely fitting jeans, no lower jaw, and hands twice the size of Harry's head. As it barreled down on him, flattening some cars and punching away others, Harry started to back up. As it got closer, he started to run.
 * "As long as I get to the supermarket, I'll be safe" he thought to himself. But, then a realization occured to him. If it could flatten a car in two seconds, it could smash through 4 inches of plywood without stopping. That would only put Mike in danger. Harry pivoted, and wildly fired. Only about 57 of the 100 shots connected with the monster, but Harry reloaded the SMGs in less than 4 seconds, letting loose another hail of lead. After reloading twice afterwards, he realized the creature wasn't going down, holding up like a tank. He pulled out his present to Mike, a bottle of whiskey, struck a match, threw it into the bottle, and quickly opened the gas tank of a nearby car. He made a makeshift syphon with a length of tube he had grabbed, and spread the gasoline around the pavement. He then shot the bottle, and kept running. He felt the heat on his back, and heard a thunderous roar. He looked over his shoulder and saw the monster on fire. That not slowing the creature down, Harry took a hasty aim, and shot the gas tank of a car. It detonated, making his pursuer stumble back. Harry emptied two clips into the massive beast, and it fell to its knees, let out a final roar, and laid still. Harry aimed at the beast a few more seconds, in case it decided it wasn't yet dead. Finally, after a few seconds of it laying still, he reloaded his Uzis and kept walking.


 * Harry kept walking toward the supermarket. In the distance, he heard gun shots that must have belonged to other Survivors. Normally, he would've ran off to help them, but they were way off in the distance, and Harry was already very late back to his little fortress. He figured if he heard them in the morning, he would go check. But they'd be dead by then. As he walked, he heard a new sound. A screaming. A loud, high pitched wail. Not unlike the ones he had heard from the hooded ones, but not the same, either. He heard another scream, and all at once, the shots stopped, and the screaming began. Harry felt bad he couldn't help, but he decided his survival was more important than a few stranger's. Harry finally got back to the store, and gave the knock that told Mike it was him. As he was waiting, he checked his watch. 9:38 PM. Harry saw Mike at the window, and he spoke.
 * "You're late."
 * "I understand that."
 * "Where is Gary? And Josh?"
 * "Both dead. Some new zombie assholes or something."
 * Harry walked into the store, and sat down at a table. He pulled out a can of soup, and swallowed it without cooking. During a zombie apocalypse, you can't worry about proper dining.
 * "Harry? What do you mean, 'New zombie assholes'?"
 * "Well, I don't know what else to call them. One that cries and really needs to trim her finger nails, uh... Oh, one that... coughs... and a giant asshole that likes to punch you. I burned him up. Don't think he liked it very much."
 * "Did you hear that screaming a few minutes ago? Think that might be a new one?"
 * "Don't know. I heard gunshots, an infected screaming, then human screaming."


 * Harry walked over to his foam pad, and layed down to sleep.


 * Harry awoke to the sound of scuffling. And an odd laughing. A maniacal laughter. Not belonging to Mike. Or him, for that matter. Harry sat up, and located his crowbar next to him. He grabbed it, and stood up. The laughter stopped for a second, then was replaced with more crazy laughter, accompanied by a soft scuttling moving towards him. Harry held his crowbar tightly, waiting for whatever came near him. He wondered why Mike wasn't telling him that he heard anything, but then saw why. The creature laughing came around the corner of the isle, hunched over to an extreme extent, having rather large hands, and wearing the remains of Mike's sports jacket and pants. The creature didn't immediately see him. It hopped away, making an eerie scuttling noise. It stopper, and came back towards Harry. Before he could react, the monster jump at his face, latched on, and started guiding him backwards.


 * "WHAT THE HELL?"


 * Harry was finally able to whack the creature on his face with his crowbar, and it fell of, making an odd horse-like noise. It laid still, and Harry went over to Mike's bed, just to make sure he was correct. He was. Mike must've been bitten the day before, and turned into a riding zombie. Harry had had enough. He grabbed his guns, a bag full of food and water, the keys to a car, and walked out of the store. He found the car, and got in. He turned on the car, and drove off, heading towards one of the bridges that would lead him out of Manhattan.


 * After about 40 minutes of driving, he saw a person standing in the street. As far as he could tell, it had no visible arms, and odd, discolored, dishevelled hair. Harry figured it was probably an Infected of some sort, but not one he had ever seen. He got out of the car, and pulled out an Uzi. He aimed it forward, and walked toward the figure. Suddenly, it noticed Harry, turning on him with glowing red eyes. It let out an ear-piercing scream, the same one Harry had heard earlier that night. Harry covered his ears and shut his eyes. And then felt a sharp pain in his back. Harry twisted aroun, swinging his gun. It smacked a common zombie in the face, knocking it back. Hae then realized that there were more coming from everywhere. Over buildings, from the sewers, and decided that this new zombie waa attracting them with its scream. Harry quickly climbed back into his car, and drove off. He made sure to ram into the zombie screaming, however. He was speeding away, desperate to get away from the hundreds off zombies that had probably been attracted, when he heard an extremely odd noise. It sounded like a sick bird throwing up. Then, about 50 feet down the road, a large patch of an odd green liquid appeared. He looked up, and saw a woman zombie with a green glowing stomach up on a roof, quickly walking backwards. Harry turned back to the road, and realized he had made a mistake. Instead of trying to locate his assailant, he should've been trying ot avoid the patch of the glowing green substance. He couldn't avoid it, so sped up. He drove straight through it, and thought he was fine. Then he heard a sizzling, and looked down. The bottom of his car was melting away! Shortly after noticing, the break and acceleration pedals feel away, and the car started to slow. He bailed, jumping out of the door that he smacked open. He rolled on the ground a few times, picking up a few drops of the green goo on his jacket that immediately started to eat through it. He stood up, threw off the ajcket, and ran. He ran until he could see the edge of a bridge. As he was just about to set foot on it, Harry was swept off of his feet, and had the sensation of rushing through the streets with something large holding onto his waist. He felt himself and his attacker hit a wall, heard ebris fall to the ground, and looked up. The creature holding him had a guant, skeletal face. He looked around, and saw he was being held by a giant hand, attached to a giant arm, attached to a giant body. He felt himself being raised up, and he struggled to break the monster's grip. After being brought up 4 feet in the air, he knew he wasn't going to break its hold on him. He was helpless as the monster thrust him down to the ground. He felt a heavy pain in his back, heard a crack, and everything went dark.