Zombie Holocaust. What would you do?

[Jonaldo]

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Thanks a lot mate, good stuff

 

[babs]

I saw a documentary on Haiti and voodoo and zombies. Turns out there's a native plant which if ground and put into a drink can make the drinker appear dead for a prolonged period of time.

Can't remember the ins and outs of it but it was interesting nonetheless.

 

[Healer McHeal]

Thanks a lot mate, good stuff

nps , it did look quite intresting when i was reading through it

 

[TdC]

hmm.


after picking up the phone and swearing savagely after realising it was dead I look down the hall to the front door where the thumping would be occuring ever more urgently. I get up and run in the opposite direction into the bedroom where the morning sunlight would be making lines on the wall opposite the window. my girlfriend is sitting on the bed with her back to the door. grasping her shoulder I whisper urgently that she had to grab some stuff, fill one of my daypacks and put on her shoes as we were leaving in about 3 seconds. I grunt in surprise as her hand whips up grabbing mine. I swear as I hear my ring and little finger snap like twigs in her grasp. I exhale harshly as I drive my fist into her face causing her to let go. throwing myself off the bed I dive towards the little table in my bedroom. extending myself fully, I just manage to get my hands on one of the weights I work out with, crying out as I force my broken fingers to work. my zombie girlfriend grabs my ankle from under the bed and drags me towards her. as I slam the weight down on her arm I hear it break like a rotten branch snapping. strangly she makes no noise but continues to pull herself towards me with her left arm. I hit her again in the face area. I start to cry as I continue hitting her in the head and shoulder area.

the sound of the front door giving way brings me from my reverie. whirling to my feet I run to the back way. trying to get the door open with my left hand I wonder how bad my right hand is damaged. I hear noises from the livingroom but the bedroom is quiet. the door opens and I run out onto the walkway. the weather is clear and bright and the air smells clean and refreshing. there is no sound other than my footsteps as I run down the walkway and out onto the street. at the crossroads I see a pileup of cars, and one slewed off the road into a shop front. I don't see any people. I slow my run to a fast walk breathing harshly. I start to shake. throwing up at a street corner I wipe my mouth on my sleeve looking around furtively. there is nobody in the immediate area. I see a fallen bicycle and take it. I bike down the road towards the city. Arriving at a hardware store I leave the bike and enter through the open door. I have a vague idea of looking for some sort of weapon but I have trouble focussing on what I should do. the interior of the shop is dim, with only the emergency lighting on. I walk past the electrical stuff and take a shovel from the shelves. I hear a faint scuffling from the far back of the shop.

walking an isle to the right I try to see down the corridors but it's too dark. the scuffling seems louder and I try to make out if it is loud enough for more than one person. holding the shovel at something like port-arms I continue down my isle towards the right side of the shop. I no longer hear any noises. remembering what I did not twenty minutes ago I suddenly dry heave a few times but I am still empty. I take stock of what I have, and think that a shovel isn't a smart weapon. turning I gasp as I see a figure not three meters from me. it seems to be a dishevelled man with torn clothes. there are stains on his shirt. I shift the shovel so that the blade is level with his neck and I say something in a warning tone. head lolling back he takes a shambling step towards me and two more figures appear from the gloom towards the end of the corridor. I break and run, skidding around the corner and narrowly avoiding the outstretched arms of a fourth figure, this one seems to be a woman. congratulating myself on my dexterity I run down the corridor. memory tells me that two more corners should put me on the isle to the exit. I drop the shovel, and run around a corner to the left and skid through a large brownish puddle on the floor.

in a supremely clear moment before I smash into the shelves on the right side of the corridor I see a discount sign and something on the floor that looks like a finger. hitting the shelves drives all the breath from my lungs in a sort of grating grunt. pain flares in my right ankle, across my ribs and I see stars as my head hits some metal thing. falling to the floor I black out for a moment before pain brings me back to the world. my ankle feels like nails made of ice are being hammered through it and there is something in my left eye. trying to sit up agony floods through my chest and I cough harshly. I move my arms to push myself from the floor. coughing again I taste blood in my mouth. I can't get up. I run my hands over my chest and discover that something is sticking from the left side of my chest. it feels like a thin rod of some sort. I hear a gurgling sound but I can't quite make out if it's me or the fellows running about here with me. I resist an urge to giggle as I hope to myself that I will taste really bad. I can't feel anything from my extremities but my chest seems to be filled with fire. there is a sucking sound as I breath. I can't remember if my eyes are open or closed. it doesn't really matter as it's dark here anyway. I don't seem to feel anything. this doesn't seem to be so bad you know, dying.

 

[Sharma]

Changing subject a little, after seeing the word 'zombie' appear quite a few times lately I started wondering about the word. Anyone know where it comes from? Is it just slang or is it a real 'official' term for undead that have risen from their graves? Is a female zombie a zombette or is it just zombie for all?

Could anyone shed some light on where this word originates from as it sounds like a fairly modern term.

To my knowledge,

In 3rd world countries say Africa or maybe Brazil etc where cheap labour/slavery is available, the driver would do some evil things to them;

From what ive heard they would feed them very very little food/water, just enough to keep them alive albeit VERY deteriorated, and would bury them alive in a box HOWEVER they would have an air breathing hole, so after a few days they would dig the poor souls up who in the end are left with clammy pale skin and a hallowed eye appearance and would be fed a vegetable, this vegetable was a sort of poisonous vegetable but was not harmful enough to kill a weak human being.

In the end the slaves are left with a very very skinny/dead appearance, walking dead per sé, im unsure how the actual term zombie came to rise but it might be latin or something.

 

[Wazzerphuk]

Make sure I'm immediately secure, and skin up the biggest spliff I can.

 

[tRoG]

I'd go to my gun cabinet, blast some zombie bottom, then bugger off out to sea on my boat.

If the zombie thing didn't stop, I'd probably just get pissed off and run around shooting things until I died of leprosy.

Or something.

Besides, it's hardly as if it's likely to happen.









... Or is it?

 

[TdC]

... Or is it?

dum dum dum daaaaaah!!!

 

[Cyradix]

Every monday morning I look like a zombie.....
Please don't shoot me!

 

[dysfunction]

Every monday morning I look like a zombie.....
Please don't shoot me!

Why not?

 

[Cyradix]

Cause I can infiltrate the zombie ranks, climb the mountain of doom, smash the Gem of Zigacrakatuttu while the Evil Overlord is not looking and turn all zombies into normal humans again?

But if the zombies are the "28 days later" kind you can just shoot me....

 

[adams901]

Ideally I would make my way to a cross channel ferry and somehow get it into the middle of the channel.

Flying wouldnt be an option because you would only be up for a few hours before you had to come back down. at least on one of the ships you will have enough food to last you for a few weeks.

 

[Healer McHeal]

hmm.


after picking up the phone and swearing savagely after realising it was dead I look down the hall to the front door where the thumping would be occuring ever more urgently. I get up and run in the opposite direction into the bedroom where the morning sunlight would be making lines on the wall opposite the window. my girlfriend is sitting on the bed with her back to the door. grasping her shoulder I whisper urgently that she had to grab some stuff, fill one of my daypacks and put on her shoes as we were leaving in about 3 seconds. I grunt in surprise as her hand whips up grabbing mine. I swear as I hear my ring and little finger snap like twigs in her grasp. I exhale harshly as I drive my fist into her face causing her to let go. throwing myself off the bed I dive towards the little table in my bedroom. extending myself fully, I just manage to get my hands on one of the weights I work out with, crying out as I force my broken fingers to work. my zombie girlfriend grabs my ankle from under the bed and drags me towards her. as I slam the weight down on her arm I hear it break like a rotten branch snapping. strangly she makes no noise but continues to pull herself towards me with her left arm. I hit her again in the face area. I start to cry as I continue hitting her in the head and shoulder area.

the sound of the front door giving way brings me from my reverie. whirling to my feet I run to the back way. trying to get the door open with my left hand I wonder how bad my right hand is damaged. I hear noises from the livingroom but the bedroom is quiet. the door opens and I run out onto the walkway. the weather is clear and bright and the air smells clean and refreshing. there is no sound other than my footsteps as I run down the walkway and out onto the street. at the crossroads I see a pileup of cars, and one slewed off the road into a shop front. I don't see any people. I slow my run to a fast walk breathing harshly. I start to shake. throwing up at a street corner I wipe my mouth on my sleeve looking around furtively. there is nobody in the immediate area. I see a fallen bicycle and take it. I bike down the road towards the city. Arriving at a hardware store I leave the bike and enter through the open door. I have a vague idea of looking for some sort of weapon but I have trouble focussing on what I should do. the interior of the shop is dim, with only the emergency lighting on. I walk past the electrical stuff and take a shovel from the shelves. I hear a faint scuffling from the far back of the shop.

walking an isle to the right I try to see down the corridors but it's too dark. the scuffling seems louder and I try to make out if it is loud enough for more than one person. holding the shovel at something like port-arms I continue down my isle towards the right side of the shop. I no longer hear any noises. remembering what I did not twenty minutes ago I suddenly dry heave a few times but I am still empty. I take stock of what I have, and think that a shovel isn't a smart weapon. turning I gasp as I see a figure not three meters from me. it seems to be a dishevelled man with torn clothes. there are stains on his shirt. I shift the shovel so that the blade is level with his neck and I say something in a warning tone. head lolling back he takes a shambling step towards me and two more figures appear from the gloom towards the end of the corridor. I break and run, skidding around the corner and narrowly avoiding the outstretched arms of a fourth figure, this one seems to be a woman. congratulating myself on my dexterity I run down the corridor. memory tells me that two more corners should put me on the isle to the exit. I drop the shovel, and run around a corner to the left and skid through a large brownish puddle on the floor.

in a supremely clear moment before I smash into the shelves on the right side of the corridor I see a discount sign and something on the floor that looks like a finger. hitting the shelves drives all the breath from my lungs in a sort of grating grunt. pain flares in my right ankle, across my ribs and I see stars as my head hits some metal thing. falling to the floor I black out for a moment before pain brings me back to the world. my ankle feels like nails made of ice are being hammered through it and there is something in my left eye. trying to sit up agony floods through my chest and I cough harshly. I move my arms to push myself from the floor. coughing again I taste blood in my mouth. I can't get up. I run my hands over my chest and discover that something is sticking from the left side of my chest. it feels like a thin rod of some sort. I hear a gurgling sound but I can't quite make out if it's me or the fellows running about here with me. I resist an urge to giggle as I hope to myself that I will taste really bad. I can't feel anything from my extremities but my chest seems to be filled with fire. there is a sucking sound as I breath. I can't remember if my eyes are open or closed. it doesn't really matter as it's dark here anyway. I don't seem to feel anything. this doesn't seem to be so bad you know, dying.

:eek2: seriously, well done on writing that, it is a change from every one elses "survival" ones, as you probbly wrote what people would actually have happen, they would freak out more then anything

 

[Jonaldo]

Twog has a gun cabinet in his house? .. I think we have a potential psycho here folks

 

[Healer McHeal]

Twog has a gun cabinet in his house? .. I think we have a potential psycho here folks

i have aswell, but i dont have the keys to it , so i cant go on a rampage

 

[Sharma]

Who needs keys when you have a trusty hammer?

 

[JBP|]

well as i cant fly a plane in real life i couldnt fly out of the country.

as i have no idea on how to drive a boat,sailing away isnt really an option.

this leaves me with the last option of getting in my car and heading for the middle of nowhere (obviously taking as much usefull stuff with me as i can)
and sitting it out till either i die or the crisis comes to an end

 

[Utini]

Are these zombies all over the planet, or just the town? If town, clearly smash way to nearest car and get the fuck outta there. If planet....hmm well i think disguise myself like a zombie! They dont attack each other do they?
Worst comes to worst, go scavenge at the nearest chemists, and go mad with painkillers or whatever they have to hand, hell if i gonna get twatted, might as well feel no pain, and have some fun in the process.

 

[Wile E. Coyote]

All the zombies I've seen in movies are slow moving and non-intelligent, so I think not panicing and think things through would get you far.

I'd definitively try to get on some sort of boat. That would eliminate the threat of them getting to your "safe place" and would allow you to travel around in safety. With some good binoculars you could scan coastal areas for safe spots to go to for looting sprees. Never having to stay on land long before returning to your boat. You could fish, travel up rivers for fresh water and so on. And you could find some small island and build houses there with other survivors, making it a safe haven from which to operate. (Just living on a boat would be risky in the long run, with storms and nasty weather conditions). With a good boat I think your survival chances would be pretty good.

 

[DaGaffer]

Can zombies swim? Or walk along the bottom?

 

[Cyradix]

Can zombies swim? Or walk along the bottom?

I think zombies would sink to the bottom and be eaten by fish....

 

[Sharma]

Can zombies swim? Or walk along the bottom?

If it was the 28 days later athletic types i would imagine so.

Other types would just sink to the bottom.

 

[echo]

Can zombies swim? Or walk along the bottom?

They can in Lucio Fulci's 'Zombie Flesh Eaters'... one attacks a shark.

 

[Tom]

I watched the original DotD today - at 4am :/

I slept with the lights on. I like my intestines where they are, thanks.

 

[Stimpy]

I watched the original DotD today - at 4am :/

I slept with the lights on. I like my intestines where they are, thanks.

I don't think leaving the lights on would stop them eating you if zombies roamed the earth

 

[TdC]

:eek2: seriously, well done on writing that, it is a change from every one elses "survival" ones, as you probbly wrote what people would actually have happen, they would freak out more then anything

thanks, I was feeling creative also, as you saw, I tried to portray what I feel would happen. Most survivors (posessors of some errant gene or other) would get themselves killed due to their own built-in stupidity and/or (as in my case) accidents while fleeing, scrounging for food etc.

 

[dysfunction]

I think most be just overpowered by large numbers of Zombies rather than stupidity...

 

[TdC]

nono, we're talking about survivors. the majority of non-contaminated humans will perish in the first few hours of infestation, the rest will kill themselves imo, due to reasons listed above. some will be taken by zombies but not nearly as much as you think. after a while the zombies will perish due to lack of sustainable food source and the remaining humans will begin a brave and probably feudal new world.

 

[Tom]

If you watch Day of the Dead, you'll see that technically the Zombies don't require any food. Its just an instinctive impulse to eat human entrails. None of the zombie internal organs actually do anything, its the core of the brain that does all the 'groan roawr brains brains' bit.

 

[echo]

Yer, but if you watch 'Return of The Living Dead' they want to eat 'braaaaaaaaaainssssss' to ease the pain of being dead.. WHAT TO BELIEVE?

I love zombie films.