INVENTORY:
Glock, 17 rounds per clip. 3 spare clips.
Baseball bat
Water
Rucksack
Food rations (bread and the like)
Rusty shovel
 
>It's a clear day. You even hear a bird twittering.
>Of course, there's no way this will last.
>For the "H plague" as it's known, has spread to most corners of the world.
>About 70% of mankind have become blubbering idiots, with a penchant for blood.
>As expected, you hear a snarl outside your window.
>Then another.
>And then, another.
>It's clear this little hovel you dug out yesterday won't last.
 
i suggest we stick with melee for the time being, don't gotta kill them, but we should want to disable them
[01:00:55] Tog Sothoth: go for the legs and the like
 
>Packing up your equipment in your rucksack and strapping your Glock to your belt, you make your way outisde the front.
>Before you rush out of the door, you ready your baseball bat.
>They're not directly outside the door, fortunately.
>Peering around, one almost spots you immediately, making a gurgled roar.
>You take an almighty swing at its right leg, hearing the bone crack that never ceases to satisfy you.
>It yelps in pain and falls, alerting the other two.
>No time to ready your Glock for a shot.
>Bringing the bat back up, you smack one away quickly, then disable the other with another well-placed strike under its knee.
>Another down.
>The last one tries to go in for a bite as you turn around, but you're agile enough to dodge it, even if just by a centimetre.
>As the other two zombies flop around on the floor uselessly, you take a chance.
>For a final time, your weapon is raised.
>The final enemy hasn't turned yet, and so you strike the back of its head.
>A loud break.
>Blood trickles out.
>Now you have a chance. You run to the nearest "safe" building, far from the other two.
>Peering round the corner, you see a few more infected... And a supermarket.
 
[01:19:51] Ryan "Monk": I think we should use a stealth approach. Stick to the any alleys or areas where we can't be easily spotted. It sounds like a loud noise will alert them, IE smacking them in the back of the head with a baseball bat.
[01:21:37] Ryan "Monk": Look for a car with a blinking read light in the dash, then throw a rock at it. Car alarm turns on, and calmly walk to the store.
 
>With the knowledge you can't possibly take them all out, you decide to move around the cars.
>There's no way you're getting past that one in front of the store without a fight however.
>Keeping your body close to the ground, you move from vehicle to vehicle.
>Thank goodness for that school bus, although it doesn't bear to think about the fate of those who were inside.
>You see two of them grouped together, not exactly ideal, but they're far from your target.
>Sliding along the side of the bus, you slip past them.
>A low grumble alerts you, and your heart rate escalates.
>A drop of sweat hits the ground.
>Wait a few moments.
>You're certain they aren't aware of you.
>One of them looked like they didn't have a nose in the first place.
>The other few zombies are nowhere near you, so you make a move.
>Ducking behind a Land Rover, you hear the beep.
>Fuck.
>The alarm is on.
>There's a small commotion from the afflicted ones but they don't seem to care. No obvious food for them.
>Wait, the alarm is on.
>Closing in on the supermarket door, you get behind a van.
>The store is in spitting distance now.
>You scan the floor and see a small stone.
>Only got one shot at this.
>You launch it into the air.
>It hits the Land Rover, emitting the sound.
>The zombies begin to growl and burble, all simultaneously running towards it.
>And you saunter on into the store.
>For a supermarket, there isn't much supplies here.
>Must've been drained by other survivors.
>You pick up what food you can, cereals, breads, fruit, filling the rucksack.
>In the corner of your eye, something gleams.
>There's a machete.
>Walk over, and pick it up.
>As you spy another exit in the back, you hear the shattering of glass.
>Just in time.
>Run towards it, and find yourself in the storage.
 
[01:48:45] Ryan "Monk": Okay, by the time we barricaded the door it'd probably wouldn't matter too much. Alright, if it's a typical grocery store, there is a probably a loading dock in the back, lets head in the that direction. Keep our eyes open for anything that might be useful.
[01:50:28] Ryan "Monk": Yes. Lets keep that nifty machete ready.
 
>At a glance, the room has nothing useful to barricade the door behind you.
>Hopefully, the creatures are simply too stupid to work one.
>Better safe than sorry though, right?
>Bring out your newest weapon.
>Going through the seperate aisles of surplus without picking anything up seems stupid, but there is no time, and your rucksack is nearly full.
>The only thing that could be of any help that you notice are some small screws.
>Into your pocket they go.
>Coming near the end of the storage room, you see one final door.
>Unsure of what you may find however, you open it silently then get behind cover.
>Popping your head out to observe, a zombie emits a screech inches from you.
>Shit.
>Stabbing at the thing, it falls to the floor with a large hole in its face.
>It leaves a bloody stain on your jacket and the floor.
>Shame there's no dry-cleaners anymore.
>You see a couple more of the shamblers racing towards you.
>They have quite a ways to go however.
>Put your machete away for now, and whip out your pistol.
>Maybe all those "wasted years" playing video games would finally pay off.
>They'd damn well better.
>As you look down the iron-sights, you notice the weapon fits your palm like a glove.
>*KCHEW-KCHEW*
>One zombie down.
>On the floor, that is. No way you could've killed it, after all this was only the 2nd time you've ever used a gun.
>Its legs are nothing but shot, though. (pun totally intended)
>The last one is about 20 metres away, enough time for you to pull off something you've wanted to do for a long time.
>Drawing out the blade, you holster your gun.
>10 metres away...
>Closing in on you it lets out a blood-curdling scream.
>5 metres away...
>*SCHLNK*
>On the floor lies not a head as you intended, but an arm.
>Fuck.
>Despite crimson flowing from its shoulder, you're too slow to react and receive a blow to the face from the zombie.
>Backing off, you try once again to render the creature useless.
>Duck under another swing, and cut at its leg.
>Past the knee, it falls off, and the creature falls over.
>Not before it grabs you.
>Your face makes contact with the concrete, slamming your jaw.
>A small trickle of blood makes its way down your neck.
>Opening your eyes again, you see more of them behind some wrecked transport.
>Giving the zombie an almighty kick to the face, you scramble back on your feet.
>...They've spotted you.
>There must be at least 7 or 8 of them.
>No time to count.
 
Run into unknown alleyway to your right.
 
[02:31:51] Connor "Shiggler": >With all other options exhausted, you head towards an alleyway to your right.
>The pounding of feet behind you gets progresseively louder as you go along, but you know you cannot turn around.
>Thankfully, as you turn in they're still a way aways from you.
>The alleyway is long and narrow, so hopefully these zombies will end up tripping over themselves.
>You hear them grumbling and gurgling as they turn the corner.
>As you feel a stitch coming on, a sort of twisted miracle happens.
>The alleyway shoots off into three different lanes, but in one of them is a dumpster.
>Before the zombies can figure out what you're doing, you're inside it.
>It stinks like death, most likely because
>HOLY SHIT THERE'S HUMAN REMAINS.
>Grab your mouth to stop yourself screaming.
>The pitter-patter of thunderous footsteps is getting louder, and your heart is pounding faster.
>If this doesn't work...
 
>When we last left off, we were stuck in a dumpster, beside human remains.
>The stench is horrid, it's definitely rotting.
>But the zombies are still chasing after you, and you're unsure if they'll fall for your trick.