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Post by Teacakes on Mar 17, 2014 21:41:49 GMT
This is basically just pieces of stories I have in my head which I just want to write but don't want to write the whole thing as it will take to much time and effort. These bits and pieces will mostly come from a story I never got round to making called: Whatever it takes. Zombie apocalypse story.
So... Enjoy my rambles.
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Post by Teacakes on Mar 17, 2014 21:43:26 GMT
These rambles won't be in order so it can get confusing but hell, they're rambles.
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Post by Teacakes on Mar 17, 2014 21:54:40 GMT
Michael and his Uncle, Dan, stood in the empty, desolate, building. Michael felt his cold hand gun press against his back as he followed Dan over to another door which he opened. "After you" Dan told him politely.
Michael gave him a sceptic look before walking into the darkened area only for the door to slam behind him "What the..." He began, charging back to the door and wrestling with the handle only to find it was locked "What the fuck?!" He yelled angrily, taking out his hand gun and shooting the handle, causing it to fall off. He threw himself against the door only to discover that it was blocked over from the other side.
The groans of infected came from the shadows behind him. Shit! Swinging round he aimed his gun and the shambling corpses, doing a quick head count he figured that there were at least three. One of them drew closer, he squeezed the trigger only to hear a small click from his gun. "Shit!" He cursed, patting his pockets to find he had no extra ammo. He swung the barrel of his gun at the infected's head, stunning it. He swung at it again, knocking it to the ground and bashing it's head in.
Taking out a knife he stabbed another infected in the shoulder, before ripping the blade out and stabbing it in the forehead. He kicked the final infected's knee cap, it's leg buckled as he stabbed it in the cheek, holding it firmly still and giving it a final blow with the handle of his gun.
Michael breathed heavily, sweat trickling down his forehead as he stared at the bodies that littered the ground. He heard movement outside of the door and watched as it swung open to reveal Uncle Dan standing in the doorway.
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Post by Teacakes on Mar 17, 2014 22:00:47 GMT
Michael stared at him enraged, storming up to his Uncle and punching him in the gut. Dan let out a small huff of breath on impact with Michael's fist "Damn, kid, you sure pack a punch" he commented.
"What the fuck was that?!" He yelled. "You could have killed me! I could have died!"
"But you didn't"
"Fuck you" Michael growled.
"Language, Mike"
"Who gives a shit?! My dads not here and you have no authority over me!"
"Look, Mikey, I was just testing you to see if you really could kill an infected and it looks like you can. If things got out of hand, I would've come in to help but it looks like you managed just fine" Dan commented, glancing at the bodies and then at Michael's bloody sleeves, hands, knife and gun.
"This was a test?!" Michael exclaimed.
"Yeah. Too see if you were a true survivalist and live up to the great things your father said about you"
Michael shook his head bitterly "So, what did we learn?" Uncle Dan asked.
"That you're an asshole and I shouldn't trust you?"
*chuckles* "No... It's that you should keep extra ammo on you at all times" he replied, tossing a magazine which Michael caught in one hand "That should fit your gun"
Michael checked the clip, making sure it was fully loaded with bullets before slotting it into his gun "Come on, kid, lets head back to camp"
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Post by Teacakes on Mar 17, 2014 22:47:35 GMT
You like my rambles? Michael's 10 btw but he's been living in the apocalypse for 5 years.
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Post by Michael7123 on Mar 17, 2014 22:50:34 GMT
I was wondering why I was swearing so fucking much.
Yeah, that was deliberate.
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Post by Michael7123 on Mar 17, 2014 22:51:01 GMT
Oh, and I agree. Dan is an asshole.
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Post by Teacakes on Mar 17, 2014 22:52:15 GMT
Dan was in the military. He wants to toughen Michael up.
.... This must be really confusing for you.
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Post by Teacakes on Mar 19, 2014 17:15:10 GMT
...... "So, Michael, you ready to handle a rifle?" Dan asked him.
"I don't know... It's heavy... Maybe I should go back to using my hand gun"
"I know it's difficult for your age and size, it has a hell of a recoil but I'll be here to support you, so lets trying hitting a few targets, huh?". Michael sighed and aimed the rifle at the set up targets "So... Who taught you how to shoot?" He asked.
"My mum" Michael replied sadly, lowering the rifle as thoughts of his mothers death came flooding back to him. "She didn't expect much of me, being so young, but she figured I should at least know how to use one in case I would need to in the future."
"She was a smart woman" Dan commented.
"She was...." Michael murmured, his voice trailed off as he lifted the rifle once again.
Rachel took her gun from her waist band and showed it to Michael "I'm going to teach you the basics of handling one of these" she told him.
"Oh.. I don't know... Aren't I too young? I can barely read or write" he replied nervously.
"You're never too young to learn" she responded, placing the gun in his hands. "Now, I've removed the bullets so you can practice without them for now" she informed him. "Hold the gun in both hands, it's easier for you"
"Okay..." He murmured, lifting the gun, the weapon drooping in his small fragile hands "What should I shoot?" He asked.
"Hold on for a second, okay? I'm going to coach you through it" she said, kneeling down and adjusting the gun in his hands, his grip tightened. "You see this here?" She asked, pointing at the gun.
"Yeah"
"That's the safety, if you want to shoot something then you have to snap it off first, like this" she demonstrated.
"Now what?"
"Don't lock your elbows" she commented, moving his arms for him "Remember don't pull the trigger, squeeze it" she told him, aiming the gun at a nearby tree for him "When you want to shoot just aim down the top there" she coached.
Michael nodded slowly. "When you shoot, don't panic, the noise can't hurt you but it is loud, just stay calm, if you panic you won't be able to think straight."
"You're almost ready, just one more thing. Only keep your finger over the trigger unless you want to shoot, if you shoot by accident you could end up hurting someone"
"Got it, I don't want to hurt anyone"
Rachel placed her hands on Michael's shoulders as he aimed at the tree and squeezed the trigger, the empty gun clicked. He tried it several times before lowering the gun "My hands hurt" he complained.
"Keep at it" she replied.
Michael squeezed the trigger on the rifle, the gun fired and he fell back, landing on his rear "You ok, Mike?" Dan asked.
"You said you'd support me!" He yelled angrily.
"Sorry"
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Post by Rock114 on Mar 19, 2014 17:19:50 GMT
I know this feel, TKA. So much.
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Post by Michael7123 on Mar 19, 2014 17:21:00 GMT
Its safe to say Rachel is kinda the opposite of my mom.
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Post by Teacakes on Mar 19, 2014 17:45:59 GMT
Michael and his Uncle, Dan, stood in the empty, desolate, building. Michael felt his cold hand gun press against his back as he followed Dan over to another door which he opened. "After you" Dan told him politely. Michael gave him a sceptic look before walking into the darkened area only for the door to slam behind him "What the..." He began, charging back to the door and wrestling with the handle only to find it was locked "What the fuck?!" He yelled angrily, taking out his hand gun and shooting the handle, causing it to fall off. He threw himself against the door only to discover that it was blocked over from the other side. The groans of infected came from the shadows behind him. Shit! Swinging round he aimed his gun and the shambling corpses, doing a quick head count he figured that there were at least three. One of them drew closer, he squeezed the trigger only to hear a small click from his gun. "Shit!" He cursed, patting his pockets to find he had no extra ammo. He swung the barrel of his gun at the infected's head, stunning it. He swung at it again, knocking it to the ground and bashing it's head in. Taking out a knife he stabbed another infected in the shoulder, before ripping the blade out and stabbing it in the forehead. He kicked the final infected's knee cap, it's leg buckled as he stabbed it in the cheek, holding it firmly still and giving it a final blow with the handle of his gun. Michael breathed heavily, sweat trickling down his forehead as he stared at the bodies that littered the ground. He heard movement outside of the door and watched as it swung open to reveal Uncle Dan standing in the doorway. This isn't the beginning of the actual story. The beginning was way, way, way back when Rachel was alive, I just thought I'd start here.
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Post by Teacakes on Mar 19, 2014 17:55:21 GMT
Basically, I'm just writing key events and once I finish those key events I'll loop back to other key events which happened before. Would you like a summary of what's going on?
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Post by Master Psychic on Mar 19, 2014 18:08:31 GMT
Sure, if you don't mind.
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Post by Teacakes on Mar 19, 2014 18:31:37 GMT
I can't be bothered right now, I kind of live up to the title of the thread. Maybe later.
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