Subject:  The most fuced up dream ever |
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Mr D
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Date Posted: 07:41:27 04/06/04 Tue
This is a dream I had last night and yes I did remember it in such vivid detail I dont know why maybe its a preminition of the future?::::>
I can’t remember exactly how the story begun, that’s if there ever actually was a beginning. However I’m under attack from a hoard of zombies, and I’m armed only with my constant baseball bat. I'm in a small flat in a suburb somewhere and I have to fend of the zombie masses to enable my escape!
After caving a few skulls I escape from the building to a car within which I find my escape to freedom, and start the engine and plough my exit though the undead.
I have no idea how far the undead have spread, but as I drive through the night occasionally I spot a member of the carnivorous clan! I decide the best option would be to head for an out of town airport. The cities are crawling with zombie life, and maybe I'll be able to pilot my way beyond the reaches of the curse.
But I’m mistaken as I park my car in an apparently empty hanger, almost the instant the engine grinds to a halt; my windscreen is shattered by the impact of shrapnel fired from a shotgun. I find my self surrounded. Trapped within the car, by five of the undead, one wielding the shotgun.
I kicked open the automobiles door, scattering one to the floor and swinging my bat to shatter the head of one foe. As I turn to face another she raises the gun to point directly between my eyes. Just as I accepted my death another creature leapt from the shadows descending on the imminent figure of death forcing it to the floor. I turned my attention to the other encompassing zombies and swung my bat until a hillock of deformed corpses was created. Returning my gaze to my unexpected savior, I found he'd decapitated the armed shadow of death. Now wielding both the shotgun and a narrow bladed sword, he spoke.
"Stop I’m not one of them, my name is Nick!"
He was disfigured as one of them but I could see there was an intense shimmer of intelligence within his fixated stare.
(This character looked exactly like a zombie version of Nick from the popular sit-com 'My Family')
He wore the uniform of the NYPD, if rather tattered and explained that the situation was much the same in the US, and thus far had found no remaining survivors. He'd had the same idea as I fleeing from America, to here to find to his horror the fate of the Uk was also on the brink of total human annihilation!
He continued to explain that he'd fallen victim to a hoard of zombies but despite going through the change, his mental status had remained. It appeared he explained that the level of injury received from a zombies bite, correlated with the level of damage the curse inflicted. Which was why even most had lost all intelligence those who escaped attack, but who’s injuries were, sufficient to begin the change, an amount of intellect remained. Hence the ability to handle weaponry and to problem solve, such as the one who had nearly ended my life with the shotgun.
Since it appeared the curse had spread over much of the world as we could comprehend, we decided to head for the city. If we had escaped the maybe, just maybe, there were survivors holed up within parts of the city. So despite the increased threat of the undead within the city due to increased population levels, it was assumed that here was our best chance of finding unchanged allies.
The next day we found ourselves cruising empty streets, where once there would have been children causing mischief, and playing games nothing but silence and death greeted us. Whilst traveling through a series of tower blocks, we decided to stop for supplies. Once within the store we found that the sound of the car had alerted undead within the area to our presence. With the only exit to our car filled with the zombie mass, our only option was to battle our way through!
Nick armed with the shotgun, I with my baseball bat, and his sword. we began to cave-in, decapitate, and blast the heads of the foe. Soon Nick was out of ammo the butt of the gun now being used as an insufficient weapon, we were ridiculously out numbered. A hail of gunfire rained down from an undiscovered location, upon our enemy, ceasing the tide of death. The gunfire came from outside the store. A number of figures appeared from hidden locations, and Nick sought the shadows. They explained that quite a number of residents and survivors had inhabited the area finding the tower blocks with their limited access, wide spacing and the open grass verges surrounding the six blocks, the best place for defense.
Blocking him from possible gunfire I introduced nick and explained his story the residents were highly cautious of him believing the change would one-day consume him, and he too would convert from friend to foe as they had seen happen so often. However that night Nick was able to prove his worth, we were given residence within one of the outlying blocks, and that night we were under attack.
The residents methods of defense varied the old, week, injured and young choosing to fire upon the hoard from the safety of the upper levels of the blocks. Whilst others either protected the entrances, or rode around the open spaces on motorcycles and various vehicles some of which had been adapted, one such van had a bulldozer scoop fitted to the front with a series of spikes, which impaled and ploughed down the thickest concentrations of our enemy.
Myself and Nick were the only ones beyond the confines of the blocks on foot. I armed now with two swords and my baseball bat in reserve, Nick with his shotgun which to it he had wielded a single edged blade upon its upper surface. We hurled ourselves into the undead mass with vengeance, hatred and the fear that we too could suffer the fate of our loved ones. Hacking, slicing, smashing and blasting, rotten flesh and bone with the fear only imminent death brings.
Whence the masses of unintelligent evil subdued we as the resident retreated to the confines of the blocks to prepare to defend against the next inevitable attack. It would seem that we had earned the respect of the residents none exited the blocks at night, for those that had fell each time, and it would appear that we were the only ones to do so for some time.
Every so often the zombies would gather in numbers large enough to mount an attack upon us almost twice weekly mostly at night. For months we scraped a survival, each waking hour spent healing wounds, preparing for attack, or gathering supplies.
Each attack saw their numbers increase as some of us were changed we dwindled in numbers. Occasionally new survivors would arrive but they were too few and too infrequent, for us to see any release from our situation. All most saw was explicit death, and life was just a short period of fruitless attempts at survival. With each attack we could see the zombies increasing with intelligence as we killed off those too dumb or handicapped to survive our assaults.
Some attacks would see the zombies gain access to the blocks and turn those who we had become to know, on one occasion they even broke into my own segment of a block, turning some who later I had to slaughter, young and old all had to be destroyed to save my own life. They didn’t care, they attacked an old lady too weak to ever battle against them causing her minor injuries, we thought she’d escaped the change, disheveled from stress, we thought, I couldn’t she the change happening in her weakened frame, until one day she attacked me with a knife scarring my face, she too I had to kill.
One night the rain pored and the city lit up with intense flashes of lightening, then they came. As if drawn to the difficulties we’d find battling with them and organizing ourselves in the harsh weather conditions. Then it got worse. Strange life forms fell with the rain. Like worms they were upto a meter and a half in length they too attacked with the zombies working with them in a nightmarish co-existence with the same aim to kill, and feed upon us or to change us into their allies. The worms fell from the sky not just to the ground but in through windows attacking children and man alike. And they too seemed to carry on as normal no matter how much you sliced or hacked, until they were in too many pieces to be able to function ever again. That night they killed nearly a half of us withdrawing with the coming of the day, us lessened in numbered them increased in numbers, and with a new life form to ally with.
It took days for us to recover to fix the damage done to our defenses, but they didn’t attack, as though they were waiting for the right time to show up. To finish us off.
It was around a week later me and Nick were making alterations to the outer perimeter wall, when I heard a noise, like a machine. My first thought was that it was them. I’d seen them using cars, in suicide missions to break though our defenses. To allow more to poor through and murder us all! We raised our weapons preparing in desperate hope to take out the ones in vehicles before they could do their damage. A helicopter flew over head! But it wasn’t them they were still human inside! Was this it was it over could we be taken to safety. As the helicopter landed the remaining resident came out all with the same hope it was over and we would be taken to safety. A large fellow jumped out and approached us. He was a major and he explained to us it was far from over, this one helicopter was all that remained of the RAFs air fleet. He was from a base that had been set up on the other side of the country. He began to explain that they had scientists working on a vaccine but so far they’d been unsuccessful. They too suffered occasional attacks but it had been some time since they’d lost anyone to the disease covering the world. He went on to explain that they believed the earth was being prepared for an invasion from an unknown alien threat. They believed that the zombies were just the beginning, a disease sent from outer space, to wipe out most of our numbers. The worm like creatures, we’d encountered were the ‘workers’ preparing and clearing areas ready for colonization.
“Colonization of what” Nick asked. The Major didn’t know, but the storm that brought the workers, was how the major knew there was still a stronghold of survivors. The storms occur when the workers enter the atmosphere, and only occur where people still remained despite the worst the zombies could do. He continued to say that we had another week or so to prepare fort another attack, of unprecedented levels. Some how the worms would attach themselves to the most intelligent of the zombies creating a command which would gather a force, large enough to exterminate us.
“Cant we come with you” a small boy asked.
“We havn’t the resources son” They’d been having the some problem as us the longer this war lasted the further we’d been having to venture to find resources. Finding it more and more dangerous to find food.
“We will be sending help though”
Over the next few days a few troops arrived and brought us arms they improved our outer defences, with electric wireing and automatic heat seeking mini-guns. They brought us huge grinding machines three of them. With a sealed cockpit for a lone driver the frount of the machine housed two giant spiked rollers already stained a dark red of the blood of the undead kind.
And they came again, just over two weeks ago we’d lost half our people, but now we were ready with new weaponry and better defenses. There was a renewed hope amongst us. We were ready for the horror of what was about to come. And they did in numbers we had never seen before, some of them with the faces of our friends, some without faces at all, as they’d been chewed off by their new allies. They attacked in the early evening, walking ever so slow toward us!
Oh yes thats only half of it whats wrong with me? Maybe Ive finally flipped and yes that was my dream last night, I'll post the other half when I can be arsed typing it, but it includes zombies with psyhcic powers, chicken bone daggers and flying merry go rounds. Yes the second episode is even more fucked up!
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