Monthly Archive for December, 2007

Santa’s Little Helper

By Dusti on December 22, 2007. Category: 2. Unedited Drafts Tags: , , , , .

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Inside the back of a store atop a loft woke a young girl, no older than fourteen, in a jolt from what only one could assume as a nightmare. No matter…it didn’t work quite as well as she expected, out of one and into another. Covered head to toe in bundles of clothing she much closely resembled a heap of laundry with a defenseless puppy thrown in. Jessica’s frail body breathed heavily, hand to the side reaching out to clutch the wooden grip of her well used pickax to protect herself from the nightmare she woke up to. She was warm here, but the fact that her stomach was growling determined that she was going to have to get up instead of laze around in her nest of clothing.

Just as many still lived out here she too scavenged off what she could find in hope that she wouldn’t later regret it. The place she currently resided in had been long cleared out of food, entertainment, and pharmaceuticals. It was quite surprising just how long she had lived here on her own. Jessica’s wit clearly must have equaled her strength to be able to wield a standard pickax that was half her weight, awkward, and nearly the same size as she.

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Operation: Dalian

By Sgt. Meaker on December 18, 2007. Category: 2. Unedited Drafts Tags: , , , .

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Character: Sgt. Meaker
Place: Dalian, China
Time: 1030 hours
Date: Unknown Sometime before the infection reached the United States

The rotor wash swept over the ground and the 12 Special Forces troops near the UH-60 Blackhawk as it lifted off the ground and disappeared into the morning sun. The center soldier issued a hand signal and in perfect unison 11 other troops spread out in a wedge formation, M-4′s and 249-SAW’s aimed in all directions. Soon the squad found themselves in the Jinzhou District of the Northern Suberbs of Dalian, though this was Sgt. Meaker’s first mission to China he knew the streets would not have been as empty if circumstances were right.
The young soldier raised a curled fist to tell his squad to hold position, they were on the edge of the city, wrecked cars and debris littered the roads. ” H.Q. , H.Q. This is Kilo two, We have reached the Northern navpoint. Sat imaging was right, signs of fighting, lots of collateral… No survivors spotted so far, will report in at any changes out” Voiced the Weapons Sergeant on his mic. ” Roger that Kilo two, Command wants you to proceed into the city, check for survivors and report any changes,will stand by over and out” voiced the radio operator. Sgt. Meaker took another look around. ” Eyes and ears people! Orders are to move into the city…”

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Character: LlT. Meaker

By Sgt. Meaker on December 17, 2007. Category: Characters

Name: John F. Meaker II

Rank: Sergeant ( Conventional Army)
Company C’s Light Lieutenant ( corpse corps)

Nickname: The LT

Former U.S. Army Special Forces Weapons Sergeant, Meaker was part of the 7Th Special forces group sent to china at the beginning of the outbreak. LlT. Meaker was bitten, only once at the battle of Yonkers, as a result he is missing his ring finger on his right hand. Rumor among Company C has it that he is immune to the infection, but in reality he cut off his finger after the tip had been bitten to stop the infection from spreading. Meaker is the typification of what a hard ass lieutenant should be, He is mean, he is bitter, tough, but fair. Refusing a job behind a desk his Company has the most volunteered assignments out of the whole corps. His image is instilled in the men he trains, they are not military, but they would make any D.I. proud.

Many personal accounts claim that the LT has killed Z’s with a single punch to the skull. Although years of military training have made him strong, he has only accomplished single punch kills with the aid of a blade he had fashioned for him after Yonkers. The blade stays hidden on the inside of his forearm, when activated it extends, so that when he makes a fist the blade protrudes out where his finger would have been. Meaker had the blade made for him shortly after yonkers by an Army engineer. The soldier who forged the blade had strict instructions to make the blade as strong as he could, thus the knife is made out of the armor used on an M1-A2 Abrams main battle tank, giving the extending knife an Olive Drab color to it.

LlT. Meaker is a proud warrior, always running headlong into his battles, always heavily outnumbered, and always succeeding. He leads his company with an iron fist, but he has lost few men as a result.

On his right shoulder the Army insignia is tattooed, embroidered ” This we’ll defend”

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Recurring Character: Meaker

By Dave on December 15, 2007. Category: Characters

Commander of C Company.

You finish the job, John.

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Home for the Holidays

By Chris on December 15, 2007. Category: 1. Edited Stories Tags: , , , .

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Z-Cuse
All the Zombies were frozen; they stood like statues.

They say for Christmas, there’s no place like home,
And with Zack frozen stiff, we’d be safe alone.

The children were nestled back home in their beds,
And dreamt Santa would bring them shiny new ZEDs
And mamma with her shotgun, and I with my bat,
Were staying awake to make sure of that.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I ran to the window to see what was the matter.
As I threw open the curtains, I didn’t believe what I saw,
The icicles outside had started to thaw.

Then what to my frightened eyes should appear,
But a slow moving Zack, and eight thawing friends near.
With a moan so low, and eyes so dead,
I knew in a moment I’d bash in his head.
I entered the yard, and took care of that ghoul,
Then I realized going home for Christmas, I was such a fool;
Transport wouldn’t come back for us until morning,
And this Christmas thaw came on without warning.

I wouldn’t be able to stop them all by myself,
Back to the house I ran, blocking the door with a shelf.
I gathered my family, and moved them upstairs,
We watched out a window and said silent prayers;
The Zombies were moaning, that noise I can’t stand,
A dozen or so. For this, we had not planned.

Then up the street, a Rumbler did head,
And riding on top was Slater with his ZED.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to the killing,
We all watched in awe. Seeing him fight was quite thrilling.
His aim was superb, he never missed his mark,
And when they all dropped, he called to us in the dark:
“All’s clear now, my friend, time to go back home,
I thought I warned you not to spend Christmas alone.”

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Developing Character

By Matt on December 14, 2007. Category: Characters

So I was laying on the couch watching Man Vs. Wild when it hit me. I’m thinking the name Billy Neilsen. Former ‘cuse football star who after a couple mediocre years in the NFL was cut and left to do what all failed athletes do…. motivational speaking. Obviously bitter about his failed football career, he could become a decently entertaining guy. Any feedback would be appreciated.

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Merry Zmas

By Dave on December 10, 2007. Category: 2. Unedited Drafts Tags: , , , , , , .

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“Spot!” Wherever that mutt had gone, he was either out of earshot or ignoring him. “Dammit! Spotttt!” This wasn’t good. They were supposed to be partners. Where had that mutt run off to? If he came home without that lousy dog, Katie would have a fit. And if Katie had a fit, Lauren wouldn’t–it was too much to think about. “S P O T T T!”

The winter air was thick and silent. He was only about five miles from Central, and Crosshair’s prediction had been correct. The area was empty except for the occasional corpse on the side of the street. Or in the middle of the street. Zack didn’t seem to care where he froze or what position he took when he did it. Sometimes he or she or it was face-down in the snowbank. It didn’t matter. Grab a wrist, twist, and club. If he didn’t think of them as former people, he didn’t even squint.

His squad had walked to the intersection of Seeley and Salt Springs Roads. This was an area of the city that had held against the encroachment of crack from the west, but failed to hold back against Zack. One mile to his east was the site of the most murders in the city, but all around him was university wealth. His team had spread out, hunting for Z’s. This would be valuable real estate that would yield some bounty once the gatherers were able to move in. That didn’t matter right now, though. He had to find that dog or Katie would be furious.

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