Draft The Zombie Project

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  1. Ravok

    Ravok ~Hoping he will get a reply soon

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    As Surgeon started up the car she noticed the little girl run towards the car but Surgeon swiftly and calmly locked the doors. The girl being too young to damage the car in a significant way. However as she tried to go up the parking garage she was met with a car standing in the middle of the ramp. There were no signs of movement in the car. Yet it was clear that the engine of the car was still running. The girl was still a long way back so Surgeon did not really worry about her. She would have to get out and move the car somehow. Surgeon had yet to face a fully grown infected so she wasn't sure if she could take one on. Her hand went for her horn but realized that the sound might draw unwanted attention. If any infected are around then they might come swarming on the sound, she would have to get out and just check herself. She wasn't one of those americans that had two guns in the back of her car much to her disappointment right now. With a single push she swung the door wide open. The girl was still waggling towards the car but her pace was slow enough that Surgeon should have enough time. Her steps were light and careful, not wanting to alarm whatever was inside the vehicle if anything at all. Slowly but surely moving towards the driver's seat. Nothing was inside that she could see, nothing was shattered and nothing was broken. This only told her one thing, someone abandoned the car while not infected. Her doctor instincts started to show as she started thinking about the infection rate of this disease and if these people could even be cured for their affliction. Would it be a disease like rabies or would it be some more supernatural virus like the ones that they often talk about on TV or movies. But she quickly snapped back into action as she looked behind her. It was clear that the girl did not want to give up on her chase, she was now running towards Surgeon, if this was an adult she would have been screwed, her zoning out might have cost her an arm or leg or worse. Caution was not something that was on the table anymore as the girl approached, she looked into the car and noticed the keys… they were still there. Her hands immediately reached them to start it, the vehicle roaring loudly as it turned on. The sound did not affect Surgeon in the slightest, as she recklessly drove the car up to the ramp, she barely missed one of the vehicles that was parked to the side as she stepped out and ran back to her own car. To her suprise the little girl was right there infront of her once more. But with one swift kick into the girls stomach she fell and collapsed on the floor, rolling down the ramp like a doll. Surgeon swiftly jumped into her car and started it up. In her back mirror she noticed the little girl stand back up, luckily it was far too late as Surgeon swiftly drove to the exit of the parking garage

    So that is finished, I am happy to tell you all we are at about 8500 words right now and the story is finally getting properly excited, you have seen that I got some artwork finished for this story before, but I am looking for a more detailed artist at this moment, hopefully finding one soon
     
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    The soft sounds of shuffling and moaning outside of Tattooist barricaded office became louder and louder as time went on. However nothing seemed to be banging onto Tattooists doors.Nothing was trying to enter, she was safe. There was one window in her office, but she had already taken care of that by pulling the blindfolds over them. She had to keep one route out of this cage she was in. She went for her phone as soon as she had the place secure, she had no idea what was going on but the woman that just changed in front of her eyes was no good sign. The Internet was already full of posts about what was currently happening, it was almost terrifying how quick all the posts started to pop up. However it made Tattooist glad that there were at least others out there that seemingly were safe from the infection. However as she checked facebook, she noticed a green dot next to her cousins name, they didn't really speak much but now was her only chance to send her a message. Perhaps her phone was just still on somewhere and she had turned, but for some reason or another Tattooist just had to try it. A simple text. “Hey, are you still there? Where are you right now?” was all it said. But sending it was one of the most nerve wracking things that Tattooist ever felt. It was her asking if she was still alive and she didn't know what she would do if she didn't get a response. In all reality just as much as she would do if she did get a text back. Stay inside, wait until it's safe to go. Someone should come up and fix this mess right? The short wait was eventually broken, a quick message back. “I am ok, on a boat with some girl. Are you alright? Infected? Anything?” Tattooist sighed in relief as the message came through, she had someone alive out there. The only person in her friend list online and she was alive. She quickly told her to meet her halfway, she didn't want her to get into the city as there were more people within. As her eyes glanced over some of the posts online something became clear to her. The Infected themselves had differences, some of the posts contained infected that looked nothing like the others. Their bodies looked nothing at all like normal people. Either way she would have to leave the city somehow.

    It took her 30 minutes before she was able to gather the courage to move outside. She somehow would have to fight off the infected without any weapons available to her. And as such she would have to sneak around any sign of trouble. Her small backpack filled with a bottle of water and her lunchbox on her back, she was disappointed that of all days this day she didn't take more with her to work. The Window slid open slowly, every inch making a slight sound, sending chills down her spine. Her eyes fell upon the container that was right outside of her window. A single step would make a lot of noise, crunching and pushing all the other garbage down but luckily for her there were no infected nearby. A leap of faith was taken as she lept out the window, over the container, barely making it without hitting her head or losing her footing. The corridor around her felt small as if it was squeezing her between the buildings around her. This fight was a new one for her, fighting to rescue someone else. Not for herself or survival, fighting for someone else. It made her feel uncomfortable more than anything but it filled her with some form of strength, determination. Each one of her steps slow and calculated. Reaching the end of the alleyway after only a couple. The streets were not as full of the infected as she at first thought, the movies made it seem like there would have been hundreds of them but in reality she could count about twenty people. Unfortunately they were scattered and there would be no way around them. Without a weapon she would have a hard time fighting even one. So this route wasn't one she could take. As she turned however she was surprised, she didn't expect these infected to be able to sneak up on someone but there she stood, eye to eye with an infected. Out of pure instinct she launched her fist into the right side of its face. As her strike connected she could feel the skull crack against her knuckles, knocking the creature to its side before it could make any noise, her eyes glanced over her shoulder, sighing in relief as non of the infected had spotted her yet.

    Hello everyone, its been a while but its vacation again so I should be able to post far more often. I still havent found an artist yet but I will see what I will do with this story when it gets to it
     
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    But as she looked down she noticed the infected still crawling, trying to get up. Her punch while effective didn't completely kill it. Something that she would know as she was decked many times before in a similar fashion. Tattooist had no time to think as she grabbed the still dazed infected. Slamming its face into the pavement multiple times, blood splattering from it. The sounds of a cracking skull became louder and louder as Tattooist started slamming it with more anger and fear. However a sudden noise interrupted her from her rage. The infected down the street heard the sound of a face being shoved against the pavement multiple times, Tattooist realized the mistake she has just made, her eyes widening as she noticed some infected looking into the alleyway. Tattooist swiftly moved backwards as they had clearly noticed her. Breaking out in a sprint to reach her. They were fast, faster than she expected. Her legs almost instinctively started to run. The only other option would be running deeper into the Alleyway, but she would have no idea what would await her at the other side. The moans behind her turned into screeches of anger and agony, a mass of footsteps behind her. As Tattooist turned the corner she noticed that the other side of the street was just as full of infected as behind her. Her spirit sank as she started to panic, her only option to climb a shorter wall with barbed wire on top. Picking up speed she approached the wall, leaping against the side to grab the top with all her might. Feeling the small but sharp spikes dig into her hands as she pulled herself up. Barely managing to pull herself up on time before a wave of people collided head first against the wall. The cracking and crunching of bones, the first wave of people being crushed by the mass behind them. Tattooist looked in horror as dozens of people were pushing against each other to try and reach out for her. It took her a moment to get back to her senses as she looked off into the distance, ignoring the pain in her hands as she suddenly shook her head.


    As her senses returned to reality she hopped into what looked like a relatively safe backyard. All she could think about however was the stinging pain in her hands, blood dripping out of multiple gashes and cuts as she looked at the backdoor, a singular infected was headbutting the window, trying to get out of the building. Mindlessly banging against it as Tattooist took a quick look around the relatively dull backyard. No flowers or shrubbery in sight as dull grey and white tiles covered the floor around her. Two white garden chairs sat against the wall, clearly beyond repair. Right next to the door was a set of baseball gear that seemed to be in relatively right shape. Tattooist made her way towards the baseball bat slowly, making sure to keep an eye on the infected at the door, behind her she could hear the group of infected slowly backing off from the wall that they had just collided with. Her hands were numb but she could still feel the wet wood of the baseball hand against her skin, taking it as firmly as she could, still feeling the stinging pain as she looked into the window, face to face with another infected.Her resolve was slowly gathering as she put her hand onto the door, ready to open it and fight this creature infront of her.

    So I had some images, ~~spoilers~~ made for me which turned out great. I know I dont post htis frequently but I work on it little by little and enjoy doing so. If you have been reading so far, I really apreciate you showing up every time to read :D

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