Zompocalypse!!!!1!!!12!!!

[Rubric]

The group of zombies you agitated seem to be in hot pursuit. You sprint down the road but become winded very quickly. Leaning against a fence panting heavily, you mentally curse your flab and years of inactivity playing computer games, and a diet made up almost entirely of pita bread and various forms of goat meat isn't helping either. You are nearly back to normal again when you hear a sound you've not yet heard before from the block of flats behind you on the left somewhere. Looking up you can just make out a zombie standing on the edge of the roof through the gathering murk.

I feel myself strangely drawn to the figure on the roof and head torwards the block of flats. The path appears clear but behind me a crowd of shuffling flesheaters is ambling towards me. When i reach the door to the flats it has a security entry phone system but luckily the tradesmens entrance button is working. I slip inside and slam the door behind me. The elevator is out so i head up the stairs.

 

[PLightstar]

I climb down the ladder onto the landing and hear strange noises coming from downstairs, with cricketbat in tow I climb out the 1st floor window onto the roof of the porch and back to soild ground, I make it across the road and towards the Golf Club I bump into some1 trying to start their car, they say that they are trying to reach Filton Airport and steal some sort of Aircraft. I ask about the medievel fort, he said that its well protected with lots of supplies to last around a month and after last nights attack has ten people in there, with only two shotguns and two WW2 lurgers an old man pinched from his days in the army. I head up and they let me in, I need to come up with a more long term plan if I am going to survive this, my mobile still doesn't work and theres still no new broadcasts of the radio.

 

[Insane]

MuuuuuuuHHHHhhhhhHhhhHhHhHh!!!!!


*shambles*

 

[mank!]

i'm still surviving in my country mansion.

 

[Bodhi]

Ah see, I've played Resident Evil, I know the crack here. Luxkily before the news broke I'd just stocked up on plenty of Green Herbs and a shotgun. I also got in 48 packets of walkers, a jumbo packet of bacon and 3 loaves of bread. I was planning on a slightly different sort of evening, but now I shall barricade myself in my flat, and consume the green herbs until it all blows over.

 

[Jimmy]

From about 30 yards away you still can't tell if the movement is a group of chavs trying to loot the corpse on the ground in front of the shoppingcenter's revolving doors or a bunch of zombies trying to eat it. Trying to decide what to do, you're startled when you realize that most of the group are trying to run away from the corpse as it effortlessly rises to it's feet in time to rip an arm off the closest chav, and use it to brain another. As you stare, rooted to the ground it takes a standing jump that was a good five yards onto the back of a fleeing chavette knocking her to the ground. Opening it's mouth wide enough to nearly split it's head in half, it latches on to the chavette's head and neck and bites down with a sickening crunch. Covered in gore and chavette brains, it drops the body and casually flicks a spec of bone off it's left arm. A sudden chill runs through you as, bathed in the green glow from the fast zombie's eyes, it's looking right at you and you find that your legs are having difficulty obeying your brains orders to run away quickly.

as i stand there looking at this thing running at me i notice the uni gym to the left at me, yet my feet still wont move and that thing is getting closer and closer.
just as the thing is about to pounce on me my feet spring in to life and i dash for the doors of the uni gym hopeing and praying i make it.