MyLittleHellhound

Well said carbon. You have some good stuff there.

very good job! Thats really cool i didnt know you could train like that

agreed, lissa is a good choice by the way , 115th post opn this topioc HA

I'm leaning towards a cofoundation with tac and some other trustworthy people. I want to donate but my parents really dont like the idea of me giving money to "a website about zombies" (real words)

:| There are alot of choices out there im just not sure which is the best.

Sorry, the second chapter didnt post, but now its up ! The warm night air carried the cricket song through the still meadows and quiet huts. In the middle of this tiny community, a huge fire roared, providing warmth and light for all. Around this center sat the children, the woman, and the men. A lone dog barked and a slight gust of wind rustled the straw on the huts. “…..and they lived happily ever after.” Old Pete finished, bowing to the cheering crowd. Children shrieked with delight, mothers restraining them from touching the fire. The men were drinking a village concoction, which apparently gave great strength in times of need. “Another story! Another story!” The children cheered. Old Pete leaned on his gnarled oak stick and cast a glance at the crowd. “Alright then,” he told them, “but this one will be a bit scary!” Old Pete leered; face a flickering mask of shadow in the fire. The children looked on in awe as he began his tale. “Not far from here, three hundred years ago, there was a battle! It was a duel between big tribes of nomads who fought over the rich land we have today. Leading one side was Chief of the Germanic tribes, and on the other the Chief of the Roman tribes.” He gestured towards the rocky foothills. “Over there, the bloodshed and fighting ensued, and eventually, the Germanic tribes retreated, never to return to this land again.” The children’s heads all turned at once, like a flock of birds. Their curious eyes searched the darkness for a hint of anything, whether it is one of the Chiefs or a ghostly image of a skirmish. “Some say they still haunt these lands, searching for revenge. Others say they are buried in the ground, and whoever takes their most precious possessions shall be treated with no mercy…..” Old Pete’s eyes bored into Simon and Alice, who were sitting at the front of the circle. They fidgeted with hands in worn pockets, the cold ruby stones sitting in the palm of their hand. Simon stared right back, Alice looked towards the foothills. Old Pete scrutinized them for a moment, then turned back and sat down. Simon jerked his head to Alice and they both rose, pushing past the crowds. The pair parted ways, and each went to their own abode. They lived right across each other anyways. Simon lay down on the dirt floor and sighed, closing his eyes. The moon shone through the cracks in the walls, shattering the floor in an erratic pattern of white and black. Alice tossed and turned on her very own dirt floor. She rolled on something hard, it dug into her skin. Alice pulled out the forgotten ruby stone. It glimmered in the moonlight, casting an eerie red glow on her face. The ruby felt cold to the touch. It whispered to her, and Alice stared into its depths, trying to decipher the secrets it held. She felt the world around her disappear, and her vision went black…………………..only to wake up in the body of a powerful warrior. His heavy feet slapped on the grass alongside his fellow tribe members, his brothers he would fight with, against the terrible Roman tribes. His muscular arms and callused hands caressed his stone axe, stained with the blood of many men he had bested in combat. The tribe crested the hill, and saw what appeared to be a mass of Roman tribe members. Simple flags fluttered in the wind, and the two groups sized each other up, readying for the night of bloodshed. The two groups charged, hundreds of feet pounding the rocks and making a racket for miles around. And then, like two beasts locking horns, they collided. Alice awoke with a start, neck cramped from being curled up. Her two parents snored away, unaware. Suddenly, a disturbance. Noise, like low moaning. Scratching. Alice opened the flap of her hut, and scrambled back from the shambling dead wandering the rocky foothills. Alice was frozen to the spot as she looked on in horror. Shadowy figures moved and swarmed the hills, like a colony of black ants. She stifled a scream, and slowly backed away to awake her father. She needed to alert the fighters, and fast. “Daddy,” she whispered urgently, “wake up!” “Mmmmm?” he grumbled. “What is it Alice……” “You need to grab your weapon dad! There’s something outside!” Alice shook him. Alice’s father sat upright, throwing off the blanket. He covered himself with a thick leather cover shirt, and reached for his battle axe leaning at the side of his bed. “What is it Alice? Wild dogs?” he smiled. “Don’t worry; we’ll just ch…….” Alice’s father swore. “Awake the villagers Alice! Go, QUICKLY!” he ushered her out the back entrance. Alice stumbled and crept around, staying in the shadows. The first house she reached was Old Pete’s. She was about to knock on the wall when a growl came out of the darkness. “Wake me up in the middle of the night and expect me to……” Old Pete rumbled, leaning on his stick. “What is it you want?” “There’s something outside! Grab your weapon!” Alice whispered. She went to the next house, and the next, until all of the villagers were awake. She wondered how Simon would fare. Suddenly a yell came from the darkness as the men of the village bore down on the shambling figures. Torches were thrown onto the things, sending them up in a big fireball that lit up……the horde. The two foes clashed like two waves, the men chopping and slashing and whacking their simple weapons against cold dead hands. The women and children ran for it, screaming in horror. Some were blind, running into the zombies only to get ripped apart and consumed. Others ran for the river, the big city as they called it. No one was used to this horror, this combat. The men fought with simple tactics, aware that the enemy outnumbered them 50 to 1, but still fighting with utter ferocity. Alice watched from her hiding place as a man beat down two zombies, then was shoved into another. The zombie bit his neck, sending a fountain of liquid blood spurting high into the air. The man screamed, sinking down onto his knees where he was torn apart like turkey on Thanksgiving. Another man stabbed and slashed with his daggers. The zombies tore it from his hands like taking a toy from a toddler, and then ripped out his arm. The detached limb was held like a simple club in the zombie’s hands as the man was eaten alive. The grass and dirt ran red and black. The smell of blood was intoxicating; Alice could smell it even from here. Then she saw her father, and a sprinting figure. It was Simon! He dodged a zombie, and slid to a halt inside her hut. “Hey Alice,” he stammered, “What the hell is going on!” “I don’t know, I woke up and these things, they just…” Alice mumbled. “We have to get out of here! The zombies will overrun us!” Simon gestured. “Look, the zombies are already overwhelming the fighters out there, and they’re all we’ve got. If we’re going to get out of this alive Alice…..” “I can’t leave my dad to die here Simon! And you can’t either!” Alice protested. She took another look out the window. Her father and Simon’s father fought side by side, cutting down all zombies that came close. Simon watched in simple awe as his father threw his dagger into a zombie. It came towards him, moaning and stumbling. His father grabbed the dagger, still stuck in the rotting flesh, and pulled it out with a squelch, He then picked up the zombie, throwing it 20 yards where it lay broken, struggling. Her father used a sharp stick, skewering the zombies with a single thrust. The two children noticed that the zombies had eaten most of the fighters already. Out of the 20 villagers fighting, only a handful were left. The battle was lost, that she knew. And the men did too. They fought for their families, for the survival of the children. No one knew what these things were, or where they came from, but it was a threat. Alice covered her mouth, she knew what was going to happen. Simon’s father went down, multiple bites and blood streaming from his throat and chest. Alice’s dad turned, and was piled upon. The zombies tore at his flesh, ripping skin, muscle, and bone. She saw his hand one last time, and then it disappeared into the mess. It was over. The zombies had won. The smell of raw meat reeked. Alice and Simon huddled in the dark corner, fear invading their hearts as they hid from the now zombified nomadic tribes……

Nice theory Faust, but im not sure if you meant Akator because you spelled it alot like Akakor so which one is it? [brains] for you!

Hey welcome back ! I dont know your other user but hi! Alot has changed so if you have any questions just ask!

I really want to donate and stuff. Im 14 so i guess. Now i just have to convince my parents to put money on a paypal.

I think alot of people would donate if they knew how. Like you need a card and alot of us dont have one, as well some are not that old like 18 so our parents have to do that kind of stuff and if we say "oh can i donate to a site" theyll be not too happy about it being about a game am i right>?

I used to just refer to you as jookted cause I didnt know the full thing before :lol:

I like Moon better I think!

I dunno about the ads man... Look what happened to CoD Wiki. You can hardly go on without like 60 ads popping up.... I think Ehjookayted should take leadership if hes up for it. I know hes trustworthy, and if he ran for the ownership, i would vote him!

What if when Sam swtiched with Richtofen? Then she could influence more or something and put Mule Kick in everything to help other people when they pass through the footsteps of our four heroes? Otherwise than that, I think its solely for game purposes

You oculd just think of it as gameplay purposes you know......

I liked tpyiur third chapter and also your overall style of writing!

Omg yet another user on Xbox we can play with on Xbox playdates!!! Now xAvengedLullabyx won't be lonely! By the way what u think of the girls in my sig lulz. Random question. :lol:

Maybe their ought them backs rom the future Or maybe this is a game Or some guns didn't just get invented, they had to be tested, redone, all that. They could have just been released in that time- for zombie purposes only, not in real life.

I LOVE the dual CZ pistols. They are mind bad but whatever they are fun!

Is your profile picture saying 5 dollar footlong? Cool signature then. Just playing... Naww I dunno what Jessica is saying but shes prettyyyyyyyy CARBON ADD A HEART FOR SMILIES IT WOULD MAKE MY LIFE SO MUCH BETTER

WOW dats accurate. I can tell you put alot of work into this! Good job!

That youtube thingy parody show is hilarious-

Thats a cool sig you have there! Almost as cool as mine joking. Anyways, i like your name btw. I hope you have fun! See you around!

Maybe how you cant just climb into one of the trucks or something and go away :lol:

Why the zombies don't bite and hit you. hitting you won't Kill you but a bite.....