Zombie Plan

I have come to realize lately that my Zombie plan is not up to date with my present location and affiliations. This is quite a scary thought when I come to think about it. At any moment the earth could become over run with mindless, blood thirsty, flesh devouring, infectious homo sapiens and I am just sitting here completely unprepared for such an event. If anything is apparent when it comes to zombie survival is that the survivors are always the ones who can keep their cool and stick to a solid plan. So I need to evaluate my assets and possible allies then find a location for optimum survival/defense.

I have a really good addition to my new plan and that is the miniature arsenal in my parents closet. My father owns 3 guns and I have 1. He has a 7 mil., a 308 cal. and a 12 gauge shotgun with plenty of shells. I have a 10 .22 long-rifle with one 10 round clip and one 25 round clip with around 250 rounds. Unfortunately .22 is really small so if I had to take down a group zombie I wouldn't feel too safe with just that. Which is why I need more ammo and guns. I have 2 options when it comes to this. Raid the Big 5 sporting goods near my house or somehow get to my uncle Paul's house.

The one place I would want to be when all hell breaks loose is at my uncle Paul's house. Whether it is for Civil war, Communist attack, alien invasion or zombies that is the place to be. The house is nothing in itself, it is it's contents that are awesome. I will start with his front yard. I am pretty sure he owns at least 4 different automobiles and a RV trailer. This is the perfect survival convoy because everything has 4 wheel drive, besides the van, and he is a mechanic so they are all in good shape. Next is his garage. My uncle is a big outdoors-man/hunter so every possible camping/hunting thing you need, he has. The most important being guns. Now i don't think that I have even seen all of them but the ones i have seen are awesome. Off the top of my head would be, 3 shotguns, a couple .22s, several large caliber rifles, .38 revolver, glock-17, and the most important of all a semi-auto AR-15. The AR stands for assault rifle and it is the coolest thing I have ever shot. Oh and did i mention that he can make his own bullets. Thats right. He can recycle used shell casings and make his own freaking BULLETS. Do I even have to mention his incredibly large stockpile of preserved food. My uncle paul is definitely in my Zombie plan.

The next thing that I would need is a group. Allies to stick with through thick and thin. Friends and family are obviously in. After them would be any hopeless people we meet along out way. Then would be the stop by the shooting range near our house for that one crazy guy with crazy guns and mad skills who is strangely the most calm during crisis. Next would be a very attractive girl around 16-17 years old who's family was recently infected and everybody she ever knew or cared about is dead/infected and she needs somebody supportive and caring, who is around her age, to protect and help her get over such a traumatic experience. And possibly a really awesome dog who can sense approaching zombies.

Well I need time to deliberate and analyze all of these conditions to make a solid plan worth following. I hope that you also have a zombie plan if/when that day finally comes. Don't be one of those people running around screaming bloody murder while you doom all those around you with your loudness. Those people are never fun. Well Good luck and stay tuned for any future postings on zombie survival.

Shout

Take the time to take time out,

If you do you will soon find out,

What this life is all about,

over and out.

Anthony Hopkins Get Out Of My Head!

Well I had a strange dream last night as I do most nights. Full of action and adventure as well as Anthony Hopkins. Yes that's right of course in my dream he was Hannibal Lector, or however you spell it, which was funny because I never actually saw any of those movies. Well this is how it went to the best of my memory. I will fill in some plot holes and add detail so it will actually make some sense and take up more that two paragraphs.

The Ball would be underway in a few minutes and I was nervous in my rented tux. It was going to be a fun night but she was going to be there and she always made me nervous. I dried my sweaty palms on my pants and went to the door. I opened it and was greeted by my best friend Andrew. I had no idea that he would be there and as we talked I was distracted from my nervousness. Until of course she walked in.
I saw Andrew's eyes move over my shoulder and I noticed a devious smile on his mouth. Looking back over my shoulder I saw her standing in the doorway. She was like a dream. The most beautiful I had ever seen her. She wore a breathtaking red dress. Her hair flowed like silk down to her shoulders. Her eyes were like glistening pools of wonder. Her rosy cheeks and cute nose. Full lips and straight white teeth. Her face was full of innocence yet at the same time an intensity that I could only describe in one word. Gulp.
I turned back to Andrew. Who was now waving. I wondered who he was waving at until my peripheral caught a glimpse of red. Then the waft of something feminine and a "Hey guys!" from the prettiest voice ever. "He-y" I managed to stutter out. Then the most unexpected thing happened. I heard what sounded like an invitation to dance. Now after I made my head quadruple check to make sure I had heard right I managed to nod my head. She let out a "yay" and grabbed my hand. As we moved towards the dance floor my heart went bonkers. I had so many butterflies that I almost flew.
Well right as I was about to put my arms around her there was a scream and my world got shattered. I looked up at the stage and saw somebody clutching their bleeding throat while Anthony Hopkins stood in the middle with a knife in hand and smile on face. After that all I can remember is screaming and a stamped of people shove me along to the exits. I met up with Andrew outside as well as several other people I couldn't recognize in the excitement. I was looking around and couldn't seem to see any red dress. Until I looked inside and saw her in a corner with other people trapped by Anthony Hopkins.
Summoning up my courage I ran back in with Andrew and the others right behind me. I stopped right as the knife went up and I yelled out NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! This had no effect as he continued to cut up several people. So I dashed in and grabbed her and barely managed to dodge the knife. Everybody else wasn't as lucky. Their cries rang out as we ran to the doors.
When we got to them we were confronted by a group of people with weapons. They gave me a pistol and we soon found ourselves marching towards Anthony Hopkins. He turned to us and smiled. Blood covering his face. Then he raised his hands and shrugged. As we grew relieved he quickly whipped the knife at us burying it deep in somebodies face. I felt my gun kick and saw blood spray from his chest. It was over. So I thought.
He looked down at his chest laughed and then looked up at me and winked. With a roar and a great display of instant metamorphosis Anthony Hopkins turned from a very scary man into a very scary dragon. And with a swift move he had all of us in his claws and was flying through the air. I saw that we were moving rather rapidly towards a volcano. And then we were dropped into blackness.
I must have hit my head because I woke up with a pounding headache. We were all in a small room. The walls were bare and the roof seemed to be miles above us. I noticed that I was laying between Andrew and her. They saw me move and helped me sit up. I saw desperation in their faces and I realized that it was up to me to save them. I promised them that I would do whatever it took to save them. I saw them both smile and Andrew came and gave me a pat on the back and she smiled and came over to me and was just about to hug me when there was a whoosh and we were knocked off our feet. Anthony Hopkins the Dragon swooped down and landed among us. He looked at all of us and focused on a man in the corner. The man screamed as he was grabbed and Anthony Hopkins the Dragon flew up with him knocking us all back over again. The mans screams echoed down the walls and a shudder ran up my spine. It was time to get out of here.
After looking around for a while I stopped at a pile of rocks. It looked an awful lot like a cave in and I started to move them out of the way. Others soon followed and we had a line bringing rocks off the pile. This was soon interrupted by a bone crunching thud as a body fell from up above onto another man. They both lay dead. The diggers moved faster.
We could see light from a crack when Anthony Hopkins the Dragon swooped down and grabbed another person. We where almost there! Finally a hole big enough for everyone was made and we started to crawl through. There were only a few people to come after me and I was climbing out of the hole when I heard the familiar whoosh. Looking back I grabbed the hands of the guy behind me and tried to pull him through. It was useless though as the man screamed and was pulled back into the room. Then I saw Anthony Hopkins the Dragon's eye look through the hole at me. I glared at it for a while and then I heard his laugh and his wings whoosh.
There was a tunnel that led to the side of the volcano and we all ran as fast as we could away from it. We made it to the edge of the city and standing on a hill we all cheered. There were hugs and high-fives all around. Then I was next to her and we were looking into each others eyes. I smiled and she smiled and I moved my head in. Her eyes fluttered and right as we were about to kiss a large claw wrapped around her, then a great whoosh knocked me back and I saw her in Anthony Hopkins the Dragon's claws flying back to his volcano. His laughter and her screams pushed me over the edge. I screamed NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!. Before falling to my knees and hitting the ground.
I was about to give up when I saw an advertisement on a billboard. It was for a battle balloon. I had promised to save her and that is what I was going to do. So quickly gathering all of the men I could I headed to the store and put a down payment on the best Balloon they had. We all piled into the balloon and every man took up a battle position. There were harpoons, nets, Gatling guns and rocket launchers. I got behind the wheel and noticed how it was pretty much a hybrid of a ship and blimp. It didn't matter we were going to kill Anthony Hopkins the Dragon and I was going to save her.
As the balloon rose into the clouds the sun was setting right in front of us. As we broke through the clouds I could see many other battle balloons rising up with us. And in the distance Anthony Hopkins the Dragon was perched on his Volcano with her chained to an amulet around his neck. This was going to be tricky but I had a plan.
Which I would do right after I turned of that beeping. That beeping that wouldn't stop no matter what I pressed. Then I became tired and when I opened my eyes I saw my ceiling fan... Damn.

What is this about!

I am going to just write without stopping and see where it ends up. Ready? Too bad. Go!!!!!!

Look around at the rubble. There are flames everywhere and the smoke is slowly killing you. Why is this happening? What did I ever do to cause this terrible event? I try to remember but the screams keep blocking me from trying to. The screams have stopped in reality but the echos are still bouncing around inside of me. I try to block them out but it is hopeless I doubt I will ever forget.

Was it really my fault? Can I be held responsible? I didn't want to do it but I couldn't help it. Maybe I could have resisted just a little longer and given them a chance to stop me. Their attempts were quite sad really. To think that a simple reversal would fool me into giving it all up. Of course he could have maybe tried but he doubted that he would have allowed himself to fail. He had worked hard and for that to go to waste would be terrible. Wasted work was one of the things that he hated the most in this world.

Thinking back on it he could see their faces huddled over the device so full of hope and then the desperation that came when their reversal failed. I wonder if they could anticipate their own deaths or if it was a shock. They had to have expect it after a little bit. Maybe they had seen too many movies and expected that the good guys would always prevail somehow. The Hollywood illusion of good and evil is so melodramatic and something that I have no time for. The real world is my movie screen and oh how much more real and exciting it is. So full of surprises and shocks. And the good thing is that it lasts for as long as you are breathing. Just to imagine that there are people out there who think that their lives are boring that they have to do things like drugs or other narcotics just to feel better. It simply is sad that they cant add their own spice to their lives like some of us can. It must take a real stupid sap of a person to find life boring. Not for me though.

I will always find something to keep me going. To keep me breathing. Even if it means putting my breathing on the line to do so. I can accept the risks. The real irony is that those people who I watched put their lives in danger for the good of others are the ones who should live and the ones I watched flee so hard that they put others in danger from their crazed stamped should be the ones to die. Yet they don't and the world keeps on turning. Why is there such injustice in the world. The ultimate irony is the fact that myself, being the instigator of this whole mess, would be pondering the events that transpired with a remorseful note.

Life goes on though. The world spins and turns and the sun will burn at an intensity that these people and animals will never fully comprehend. They will never fully understand their insignificance. That they are a speck on a speck moving around another speck in the rim of another dot flying away from billions of other dots all in a vast emptiness. They will continue on blowing their lives and problems and actions way out of proportion.

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Well I got interrupted. Well I noticed that the thoughts are not that in order and a little choppy. I noticed that when i started out I was just trying to figure out what was going on in my story and it really showed up in my writing. There was some confusion in my voice that I noticed. Then as I got my story a little straighter my character started to have more confidence in his voice as well as himself. I think that this is pretty interesting how when writing without really thinking about it I could write sort of how I was feeling. Of course you might read it differently so if you can comment it would be helpful.

Oh and the kind of scary part is that I wrote myself as a bomber/terrorist persona before I kind of knew why. I just hope that this isn't a type of psycho test that shows my personality and that it was just my subconscious wanting to challenge me. I also noticed that I switched from different points of views in the beginning as if trying to define my character. It might be a little confusing but I think that it has a cool schizo feel to it.

Oh and I went over and corrected all of my bad spelling but as for the grammar. Sorry but it was never really my thing.

In the works

The latest story that I have thought up is one that I think would be the most interesting for me. I learned that a lot of stories usually have a meaning so I figured that if I wrote something it should be symbolic and meaningful or something of that sort. Well here is me, free writing and hoping it is decent if not slightly entertaining. Here goes.

Joshua Ford woke with anticipation flowing through him. Today was his day to shine. The convoy was going to set out once everybody was ready and he was going to show what he was made of. He took a deep breath and flexed his muscles. Slowly running through his calming routine until his heart rate slowed to normal. He needed to be steady he needed to be cold so he could kill some Nargs.
He spent several minutes putting on and securing his combat gear. He was outfitted with standard infantry gear. Hard boots, knee/shin plates, combat belt, chest plate and helmet. He felt that he struck quite an intimidating figure. He was slipping on the gloves that his father had given him when he heard the call blast. Grabbing his pack he headed out of the dorm and jogged down the hallway.
He was surprised at how large this part of the FDAN (the Final Defense Against the Nargolians) was. He had come in late the night before and was ordered to bed before he could explore. But now in the daylight he had a new appreciation for the Defenders. He still looked down on them though. Nobody grew up wanting to be a Defender. All of the great stories of glory and honor came from the Strikers. The strongest and most skilled of men cutting a flaming swath into the lands of the Nargs to burn out their vile infestation. He could almost feel the thrill of all of the kills he would rack up on this journey.
He was so lost in thought that he ran directly into somebody going around a corner. It was John Spire. John had come from the same village as Joshua and had traveled with him and several others all the way to the FDAN. The only difference between them was that John wasn't the best. He scored far below Joshua and was picked to be a Defender. This was as far as he was ever going to go. Josh felt a little sorry for the guy.
"Hey sorry there." said Joshua as he patted John on the back. "Got to go." He started to turn.
"Hey Josh!" called John.
"Ya"
"Good Luck."
"Thanks. Hey I'll kill a Narg for you."
"Ha, ya you do that."
Josh continued down to the Gate area. That guy wasn't too bad. Oh well thought Joshua he probably would never see the guy again. He should be more concerned with the ones who he would be fighting with. He got to the gate area and joined his fellow Strikers around the supply car. There were twelve of them total, eight men and four women. Two girls and five guys he knew from home. The two other girls and one of the guys came from outside of his village somewhere but the last man was their Captain. He came from the Cities with papers, picked all of them, trained them and had now led them to the gate and to glory. He was Captain Owen Mars, but everybody called him sir.
The Captain pressed the call blast once before climbing to the top of the supply car.
"Listen up!" He yelled silencing all of their conversations. He wore the same gear as the rest of them but he seemed to carry himself so much easier than the rest of them. He was somebody that Joshua wanted to be, no somebody who he would be. "Today is the day you have all been training for. Many hardships you have come through and came through excellently I might add. Which is to be expected. For you are now Strikers! And beyond this wall!" He yelled pointing at the gate pass, "Is your proving grounds! The chance to earn the title that has been set upon you! To earn glory and praise beyond your wildest dreams! And to most importantly of all, protect everything that we love and hold dear from the vile beasts that have plagued us for so long. So what do you say? Cause I say. Lets go kick some Narg ass." He said the last part with a smile as cheers erupted from the group around him. "Arm up! we move in thirty."
Joshua followed the others into a room close to the gate. Inside were racks of guns and ammunition. He walked to the far wall and picked up an automatic rifle. He shouldered it and felt a rush of excitement. Peering down the iron sights he smiled. Slinging the rifle over his shoulder he pocketed four clips and moved over to a crate in the corner. Looking inside he found a grenade belt with several grenades on it.
"Hey where did you get that?" It was Ted Barely.
"Sorry Ted, last one."
"Hey come on give me a couple."
"Fine, here but you owe me one."
"Ha, no problem."
The call blast sounded and the Strikers filed out of the Armory, fully armed. They gathered around the back of the car. There the Captain was talking with a Defender. The Defender looked fat and out of place next to the Captain.
"Alright everybody this it the Commander of this gate and he has some information that will help us greatly so listen up. Commander."
The large man cleared his throat and spoke in a deep husky voice. "Alright as you know you are up against the Nargs. Now I have watched from this gate post and I will tell you what I know about this neck of the woods." he cleared his throat again before spitting. "Alright you all know the basics but something that they like to leave out in the books is the fact that the Nargs are silent. You wont hear a peep out of them unless they want you to. So when you think about letting your guard down to itch your nose or take a piss. Make sure the guy next to you is covering you otherwise you can kiss you dumb ass goodbye."
There were some smirks but his expression was dead serious which stifled any humor.
"Another thing is that if one of you does get hit the best thing that anybody can do for you is put a bullet in your head and forget about you. The Nargs don't care if you are trying to bandage your buddy up or if you are shoving rounds down their face. So get used to your friends dieing. Its the way of things out there. Grief can kill just as much as stupidity and if you ask me this whole-"
"Thank you Commander." cut in the Captain. "I think we can get the point." He nodded as the Commander walked back into the building. "Well spend this time to get ready. Gate opens in a few."
Joshua leaned up against the car and started to calm himself. He thought back to his village. Back to his family. He thought of his younger brothers. Who knew what kind of stuff those rascals were up to. He remembered the time that he took them to the Treacher farm and they colored all of the animals with paint. It was the best memory he had with them and it made him smile every time somebody mentioned livestock. His thoughts soon drifted to Sara. She was probably the prettiest girl that Joshua had ever set eyes on. She had long brown hair and pretty blue eyes. Her face occupied many of Joshua's thoughts lately and he always got excited. He dreamed of serving his time as a Striker and then working his way up and become an officer. Then he would arrive home, as a hero and he would sweep Sara off her feet. They would be happy. A smile spread across his face.
"What’s so funny Josh?"
Josh looked up. It was Kyle Pear. "Just thinking of home."
"Well it is what we are fighting for isn't it." Smirked Kile, "In fact I was just thinking of a curtain somebody with brown hair, blue eyes and a voice sweeter than my moms cider. And how I was going to go home and kiss her pretty little lips just like I did last fall under the big oak in the square."
"Liar"
"No really. She had just told me how I was the only one for her and how everybody else fell short of her high standards especially a certain Joshua F-owtch. Come on it was a joke."
"Not funny."
"Just a little."
Josh smirked. Kyle was one of the few who knew about Sara. Joshua felt he could tell Kyle anything. And he knew for sure that his back would be covered no mater what.
A new alarm sounded. Joshua looked up and saw a red light flashing above the gate.
"Positions Strikers! This is it!" bellowed the Captain.
Josh moved to his position at the back of the car. Everybody formed a loose rectangle around it facing outwards. There were two people in the cab, the driver and spotter, then two were on top as lookouts. Then Three to each side and two hanging out the back. Joshua was on the back right. The supply car moved at about 15km per hour which wasn't that much but they wouldn't be trying to outrun anything anyways.
Joshua looped his arm through the restraint and put his rifle on his lap. Pulling out a clip he pushed it in and pulled back the action and slid one home. He flipped it to semi-auto and then fingered the safety. He was ready to go.
There was a hiss followed by a creak. Joshua guessed that the gate was opening. He felt the car start up and lurch forward. His heart raced. He looked next to him and looked at Kyle who winked before loading his own gun. As they pulled forward Joshua noticed that the Defenders had gathered at the gate watching them go. Their faces were solemn. Joshua noticed John among them and nodded his head at him. He got a slight wave back. Joshua thought of all of these Defenders. They would probably never imagine all of the things that Josh would be experiencing. Of course they probably had fewer worries but glory and honor was lost upon them.
They cleared the gate and Josh watched it close. He saw how it was part of a vast wall that stretched as far as he could see to his left and then joined up with a sheer mountain to his right. It sure was a sight. But he had to concentrate. He leaned over and caught a glimpse ahead of him. A vast land of fields forests and rocky plains. His new territory. The hunters were coming and Norg blood would flow tonight.


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It had been four hours and there wasn't a sign of life anywhere. Josh was antsy. He kept his eyes watching the rear, ever vigilant he thought. They were heading to a rocky area hoping to find a Norg den. It was easier to kill Norg in their dens were they are all close together. The sun was about two hours from setting and the rocks might be a good place to stay the night. Josh scanned the distance. They had traveled in a snakelike motion so Joshua could still make out the thin wall that ran along the horizon and the tall mountain that they started next to.
"Nearing objective." said the Captain over the the speaker system from the passenger seat in the cab. "There seems to be a single cave like opening in the front. When we pull up in front of it right side will chuck nades. If it is clear then right side right back and myself will breach it and sweep the area. Got it? Good."
Josh took a deep breath and double-checked his gun. He ran through the plan in his mind. He saw the Nargs falling before his blazing gun. His thoughts were interrupted by the call blast. Show time.
A defining blast erupted to his left. This was followed by a second of silence then a double call blast and he hit the ground running. He ran straight into a cloud of dust after his fellow Striker. Two bright flares flew ahead of them into the cave. Their bright lights showed a large empty chamber. The five of them moved in slowly searching every crevice. The cave was loosing promise as it started to narrow into a dark corner. The captain lit another flare and tossed it into the corner. They all flinched their guns to a lone bolder in the corner. Sighs of relief passed all around. Josh had just relaxed when rapid pops and bangs exploded at the mouth of the tunnel followed by the call blast blazing. Josh found himself running full blast out of the cave in front of the others. He burst through the opening and was slightly blinded by the light but he soon adjusted and moving to the back he saw Kile spattered in blood aiming at a mound of dark gray fir. The mound flinched and Kyle's gun spat two rounds into the mound blowing out two chunks of red flesh and bone.
"Bastard." said Kyle. "Came out of no where."
They drove the car into the cave mouth and posted four guards. The rest went into the cave and after making sure there were no other entrances they made camp and went to sleep.
Josh had four hours before his watch and dreamed he was protecting Sara and his brothers from the Norgs. The strange thing was that the Norgs in his dream were men in Norg skins. He just blew a hole in one when the call blast wakened him.
Grabbing his rifle he moved to the mouth of the cave. The car lights were illuminating the area outside of the cave. There was nothing but the ground and blackness.
"Something’s out there" said Tom in a shaky voice. "Just in the blackness."
Josh squinted but couldn't see a thing. "Well there is always one way to find out." said Josh as he un-hooked a grenade from his belt. He walked out a little. "Cover me" he whispered as he cooked the grenade.
Everything seemed to go into slow motion. He stepped and threw. He watched the grenade sail through the air. Then straight ahead he saw a Norg leap into the light and run right under his grenade. It moved straight towards him. Its dog like run. Its devilish face with jagged teeth. Its long muscled body and sharp claws. He brought his gun up and in slow motion and was surprised when at the same moment he lined it up in his sights it leaped and right as he got a round of it's paw hit his chest and sprung off of him. He fell backwards and hit the ground.
Blinking he told his body to get up and get back to the car. Strangely he still lay there. Then he felt dizzy and his neck felt warm. Blood was gushing into the air and some was falling on his face. His vision blurred for a moment and he thought that he saw Sara's face. He blinked and saw Kyle over him. Kyle's mouth was moving but there was no sound. Kyle mouthed a curse word then stood aimed his rifle at Joshua's head.
Joshua only saw a flash.


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John Spire looked out from the top of the Gate. There was distant thunder and quick flashes.
"Poor bastards." It was the Commander. "Let me ask you something John." he said clearing his throat, "What does Glory and Honor mean to you?"
"I don't know sir. It is a little beyond me."
The commander looked at John and smirked. "That my boy is why you are still alive." He looked out at the horizon in thought. "It is why people like me stay alive here and why people like them die out there." Still looking out the Commander sighed. "One more question." He turned around and looked at John in the eye. "What is Glory and Honor to a dead man?"
John had no answer so he just sat there watching the horizon. There was a flash occasionally until they stopped completely. With that the Commander sighed and walked away.


Well that turned out a lot longer than I thought. I will read this in the morning and see if it is any good and find out whether or not I should write late at night ever again. Well if you toughed it out and read the whole thing then please leave some of this constructive criticism. Thank you//.