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Archangel of Death
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I said THINK, not know. 
And I don't think I'm ever going to come back... unless... 
And I don't know, but I think aGorm should probably never look for a fanfic called "The Idiots Guide to How to Destroy the Universe". He may not be in it, but if he is addicted to this, I sense he might get addicted to that too (I am
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And I don't think I'm ever going to come back... unless... And I don't know, but I think aGorm should probably never look for a fanfic called "The Idiots Guide to How to Destroy the Universe". He may not be in it, but if he is addicted to this, I sense he might get addicted to that too (I am
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Well, ok cows cant fly... but can we have that in..? you know theer in there jet and your describing the journy and you mentin them flying past a flock of cows heading south for winter...
I love web comics, crazy stories and stuff like this. One day I may actully get round to finshing more than the first fram of one of mine own....
aGorm
I love web comics, crazy stories and stuff like this. One day I may actully get round to finshing more than the first fram of one of mine own....
aGorm
Zoombie Extermination Team
Seson Three: War!
Starring
Zoombie
Alanti Firestar
Napalm Cobra
Buckaroo Banzi
aGorm
Cyder
Emillo Lazardo
Peter
Rodger
Rodger felt the pistol slip from his fingers and came awake. He tightened his grip on it and stared around the attic he had slunk into. Light filtered in from a grilled window, revealing several dusty box's holding some long forgotten knick nacks. He slowly got and looked through the bar's of the windows, trying to see if anything was down in the ally way. Nothing exept for some well chewed corpses.
Rodger opened the door out of the attic a crack. He looked around and saw nothing exept a dull yellow coloured hall way. He walked silently out and looked down the stairs. A skeceliton lay at the bottom, its flesh throughly picked by some zombie's. Rodger steped over the sceliton and walked into the street's.
Peter survived. He had grabbed onto a window sill and climbed into a house as the zombie hords overcame the rest of the AZS's. He had locked the door and immideatly colapsed with his M16 on his back. Right now he was looking out the window to see if any zombie's remained. Suddenly a form came into view and he fired at it with the M16.
Rodger dived to the side. some one is shooting at me he thought before firing his pistol at the window the shots had come from.
Peter ducked away from the window as the bullets smashed into window frame. "shit!" he yelped.
Rodger thought he herd Peter. No matter, probebly his imagination.
Peter fired back at the humain form that huddled behind a trash can.
Rodger doged three of the four bullets, but the last one smashed into his arm, breaking it with a sikening crack. He yelled out a rather loud curse
Peter brought his gun up "Rodger?"
"Good job... you idiot" murmurd Rodger before colapsing and fainiting.
Peter ran down the stairs and into the street in time to see the zombie walk round the corner, about a block away from Rodger's prone form.
aGorm woke up and couldent see. He opend his eye's then remebered that they already WHERE open. Then he moved his hands up and they touched a cold metal cealing. He then tryed to move his arm's to the sides and they where stopped by cold metal wall's. "HELP!!" he shouted, a child hood fear of being bureid alive in a small, cheap coffin, resurfacing.
Then he herd a muffled scream and a then a clang. Then light flooded him from his feet. Then he was wheeled out of the mourge storage locker and into the atoupsy chamber. A young panicked looking mortician looked at him and said "You where dead!"
"What?"
"when your friends pulled you from the wrekage you werent breathing!"
aGrom noticed that he realy didnt need to breath, but he decided to anyway. No need to panick the mortician.
"Are the rest of the ZET still alive"
"Uhh i dont know! Im not the MD!"
aGrom got up and looked around. "where are my pants?" he asked.
Alanti pressed the up button. The back of the bed went up. "Bed gose up!" he said. He pressed the down button. the bed went down. "Bed gose down!". Napalm grabbed the small curtin that seperated them and pulled it aside. "Will you STOP that!" he snapped.
"Oh your just grumpy cause they have to re-grow an arm" Alanti retorted
"Well look who has no legs!" Napalm snapped back
"Hey its not my fault the bulkhead fell that way!"
"Well that cookie bomb you threw out of the window didnt help any of us!"
Aggninkof looked up from his book and said to both of them "I got out fine and its all thanks to NOT haveing to dive through a plate glass window"
both Alanti and Napalm said "shut up Aggninkoff" and continued to agruge about their various injuries. It took their minds off of aGorm's supposed death. aGorm looked through the one way mirrior and stared at his friends. Alanti was missing his legs, and Napalm had no left arm. "Not as bad as you would think" aGorm said to the General
"Well i think Buckaroo must of made a mistake in fireing" said General Smithson
Cyder looked at their army. Almost ready! he thought. The soldiers where assembiling a large number of attack hover copters. "Soon they will be ready!" he said to Buckaroo Banzi, who stood behind him. "Of course" said Banzi and smiled lightly.
Cyder was woken by his door opeingin. It was Hanor Xan's room, and so it had a massive wrought iron door. "What!" he souted irratably as Buckaroo Banzi walke in. Cyder stooped his argument before he started when he noticed the gun in Banzi's hand.
"GAURDS!" Cyder shouted quikly. The Zombie Soldier's that stood on either side of the door walked in and stood at attention. "Kill this traitor" Cyder said as Banzi lowered his gun at him. The Soldier's didnt move. "what are you doing! Kill him!" Cyder said more urgently. "im afraind i snuck in a subroutein into their training" Buckaroo Banzi said "They only serve me"
"Why?" Cyder asked, his voice resigned to his death.
"Why? Why.... the world isent big enough for the two of us" Buckaroo Banzi said before shooting Cyder in the heart.
Seson Three: War!
Starring
Zoombie
Alanti Firestar
Napalm Cobra
Buckaroo Banzi
aGorm
Cyder
Emillo Lazardo
Peter
Rodger
Rodger felt the pistol slip from his fingers and came awake. He tightened his grip on it and stared around the attic he had slunk into. Light filtered in from a grilled window, revealing several dusty box's holding some long forgotten knick nacks. He slowly got and looked through the bar's of the windows, trying to see if anything was down in the ally way. Nothing exept for some well chewed corpses.
Rodger opened the door out of the attic a crack. He looked around and saw nothing exept a dull yellow coloured hall way. He walked silently out and looked down the stairs. A skeceliton lay at the bottom, its flesh throughly picked by some zombie's. Rodger steped over the sceliton and walked into the street's.
Peter survived. He had grabbed onto a window sill and climbed into a house as the zombie hords overcame the rest of the AZS's. He had locked the door and immideatly colapsed with his M16 on his back. Right now he was looking out the window to see if any zombie's remained. Suddenly a form came into view and he fired at it with the M16.
Rodger dived to the side. some one is shooting at me he thought before firing his pistol at the window the shots had come from.
Peter ducked away from the window as the bullets smashed into window frame. "shit!" he yelped.
Rodger thought he herd Peter. No matter, probebly his imagination.
Peter fired back at the humain form that huddled behind a trash can.
Rodger doged three of the four bullets, but the last one smashed into his arm, breaking it with a sikening crack. He yelled out a rather loud curse
Peter brought his gun up "Rodger?"
"Good job... you idiot" murmurd Rodger before colapsing and fainiting.
Peter ran down the stairs and into the street in time to see the zombie walk round the corner, about a block away from Rodger's prone form.
aGorm woke up and couldent see. He opend his eye's then remebered that they already WHERE open. Then he moved his hands up and they touched a cold metal cealing. He then tryed to move his arm's to the sides and they where stopped by cold metal wall's. "HELP!!" he shouted, a child hood fear of being bureid alive in a small, cheap coffin, resurfacing.
Then he herd a muffled scream and a then a clang. Then light flooded him from his feet. Then he was wheeled out of the mourge storage locker and into the atoupsy chamber. A young panicked looking mortician looked at him and said "You where dead!"
"What?"
"when your friends pulled you from the wrekage you werent breathing!"
aGrom noticed that he realy didnt need to breath, but he decided to anyway. No need to panick the mortician.
"Are the rest of the ZET still alive"
"Uhh i dont know! Im not the MD!"
aGrom got up and looked around. "where are my pants?" he asked.
Alanti pressed the up button. The back of the bed went up. "Bed gose up!" he said. He pressed the down button. the bed went down. "Bed gose down!". Napalm grabbed the small curtin that seperated them and pulled it aside. "Will you STOP that!" he snapped.
"Oh your just grumpy cause they have to re-grow an arm" Alanti retorted
"Well look who has no legs!" Napalm snapped back
"Hey its not my fault the bulkhead fell that way!"
"Well that cookie bomb you threw out of the window didnt help any of us!"
Aggninkof looked up from his book and said to both of them "I got out fine and its all thanks to NOT haveing to dive through a plate glass window"
both Alanti and Napalm said "shut up Aggninkoff" and continued to agruge about their various injuries. It took their minds off of aGorm's supposed death. aGorm looked through the one way mirrior and stared at his friends. Alanti was missing his legs, and Napalm had no left arm. "Not as bad as you would think" aGorm said to the General
"Well i think Buckaroo must of made a mistake in fireing" said General Smithson
Cyder looked at their army. Almost ready! he thought. The soldiers where assembiling a large number of attack hover copters. "Soon they will be ready!" he said to Buckaroo Banzi, who stood behind him. "Of course" said Banzi and smiled lightly.
Cyder was woken by his door opeingin. It was Hanor Xan's room, and so it had a massive wrought iron door. "What!" he souted irratably as Buckaroo Banzi walke in. Cyder stooped his argument before he started when he noticed the gun in Banzi's hand.
"GAURDS!" Cyder shouted quikly. The Zombie Soldier's that stood on either side of the door walked in and stood at attention. "Kill this traitor" Cyder said as Banzi lowered his gun at him. The Soldier's didnt move. "what are you doing! Kill him!" Cyder said more urgently. "im afraind i snuck in a subroutein into their training" Buckaroo Banzi said "They only serve me"
"Why?" Cyder asked, his voice resigned to his death.
"Why? Why.... the world isent big enough for the two of us" Buckaroo Banzi said before shooting Cyder in the heart.
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Archangel of Death
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Zoombie's AlterEgo
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hello its ME zoombie's alter ego! Actualy it is actualy Zoombie (some of the time) cause see im at my freinds house and wanted to write the next epsiode. So i will say if I am zoombie or not. If not then it is my freind makeing inanae remarks. (But then again dont give much heed to his insane babblings 
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PS: I didnt do it just to spite you, Angle, but see that was my plan all along. After the first few episodes i started to chart this out
now
Seson Three: War!
Starring
Zoombie
Alanti Firestar
Napalm Cobra
Buckaroo Banzi
aGorm
Emillo Lazardo
Peter
Rodger
The blood from the kife ran down onto his fingers. Rodger ran through the underbrush, clutching the knife in his right hand. He herd the low, incesent, mone of the zombie's slowly sloutching up behind him. One of them was probebly Elisibith, but he couldent kill her.
So he ran towards the outer edge's of the park, heading directly to one of the evactuation transports. Then he felt a hand grab onto his leg. Rodger fell and smashed into the mud of the park. Snarling surrounded him as inhumain fingers reatched into his stomach and pulled his intestine's out.
Rodger jerked out of bed and immideatly regretted it. His broken arm throbbed, and hurt each time he moved. "Youv been asleep for a few hours" said Peter, looking out of a window. He was stairing at the milling hord of zombie's crouding around the base of the building. Roder coughed and looked around for water. It was in a bottle right beside his bed. He drank it in three gulps and carfully stood up. The zombie's wherent trying to force their way in.
"Why arent they getting at the door?" Rodger asked
Peter smiled "Your in a bank thats why"
Rodger smiled and laughed. Then his arm hurt sharply and he sat down.
Peter looked down again at the zombie's. One of them, a woman in a J.C penny's uniform looked up at him. Her eye's where compleatly grey. Peter felt a chill rin down his spine at those eye's, and at the horrible spark of dark intelect in them. He hefted his gun and looked at the name tag on the uniform. "By Jenny" he whispered and started to thin out the croud. Rodger looked up and winced at the supersonic boom's from the rifle.
"We dont have much water" Peter said, reloding his gun.
"Any idea's about getting off this rock" asked Rodger
"a few..." Peter said, grinning wolfesly at his freind.
General Smithson could smell the food-animals around him. The pitifull humains milled around him and it was all he could do not to devoure some of them. But his master had told him to wait and he could wait. the strange man, this aGorm, didnt give off the smell of humain kind. He... he sould be whatched. wait, one of the food-animals is talking to me[/1] General Smithson though before turning to the MD.
"We need to get thease guy's on the transports" the humain was saying
"Hmmm" said Smithson
"We havent told them about the infestation on the main land, no sence in worring them" siad the MD "but the zombie's have over run the fort, and we need to get our patiatns out of here before the bomb hits"
"I agree" said Smithson, makeing a mental note to sabatouge the transports so that the humains could be taken out all the faster.
The MD nodded and went into the mediacl room. Alanti was busy swearing about his food. The MD bent down and whispered in his ear and Alanti suddenly went totaly silent. "What!" shouted Napalm, who was used to Alanti's swearing. The MD looked at him and said the news. Napalm reflexifly reached for his gun, before remebering it wasent their.
The techy, Juliea, was up to her elboes in greas. "Hey Steven can you hand me a spanner" when her assistent didnt respond, Juliea ducked out from the Anti-Gravity Engian for the revugee transport. She looked atound and stood up. Then turned and the gizzled face of General Smithson's face leered at her. Juliea jumped and put a hand to her hert. "General" she said in suprise, giving a quick salute "W-What are you doing here?" she asked.
The geneal ran his hand over the side of the transport. "Just checking on the transports" he said. "Oh... have you seen Steve?" She asked. "Oh yah" said Smithson, turning to face her. Steven's face was leaning over the Generals face. His eyes where compleatly grey, and when Smithson steped towards Juliea, she could see his trote had been ripped out by savege teeth. Juliea started to scream as Smithsons teeth ripped into her throte and tore.
aGorm walked down the hall way towards his freinds chambers. THey had been so elated about his survival that Napalm tryed to hug him with only one arm. Then her herd a voice that sounded like a scream that had been cut off before it begian. aGorm quickly turned to the garage, where it had come from. aGorm opened the door and saw the General. He was in the buisness of, what looked like giving a sever hicky to the tech that was repairing the anti-grav engian of the refugee transport.
aGorm then saw the blood flowing down the tech'ys shirt and ducked behind a collection of parts. He looked at the general as he dropped the tech's corpse to the ground. She then started to twitch, her fingers confulsing in a erratic rythem. aGrom wondered in this when he herd some foot steps behind him. He turned and saw a zombie stairing at him, close enough to bite him. aGorm froze.
The zombie looked at him as if he was another part in the pile that aGorm was hiding behind. Then he turned away and started to walk towards the baracks. aGorm grabbed a longish, sharpish tube and stabbed in the back of the zombie's brain quickly. THe zombie slumped to the ground with a loud shigh. The general and his newly made zombie tunred suddenly. "Kill him!" shouted the geneal. The tech grabbed up a laser sodderer and ran at aGorm.
He brough his pipe up in time to intercept the white hot beam. The pole begain to melt in the center. The general was coming around behind aGrom. aGrom fluidly kicked the tech in the stomach and smashed his pipe into the General. The Genearal fell, but the tech already was getting up. aGorm redyed his pipe to shove it into the tech's skull. But the tech was faster, smashing the sodderer into aGorm's leg, cutting the foot off. aGorm was shoked to not feel any pain, and then smashed the pipe into the zombies skull. She died. The general grabed aGorm from behind and smashed a hypadermic needle into the back of aGorm's skull. "Nighty Night" whisped the General as aGorm froze, the only thing he could move was his eye's. However, the blindfold handycapped him in that area as well.
The general stuffed him into his get away chopper. Then he turned around and saw the gaurd tower.
Pvt. Takaseima put his feet up on the consol. "I hate gaurd duty" he said to his partner. When he herd nothing he turned towards his parterners and was grabbed by the General. "WHA-" he shouted before he felt teeth sink into his neck.
Alanti was tossing fitfully in bed. His prostetics where still a little odd. He couldent feel them in the first person, but he simply KNEW that they had covers over them. Alanti decided he needed to stretch his new legs. He got out of bed and opend the door and noticed the hall way light's where a blood red. "What the!" he whispered. Then he saw the zombie running down the corridor at him. "SHIT!" he shouted before diving into his room and locking the door. The zombie started to pound on the door, while Alanti locked it. He then reached for his axe.
The generals helicopter lifted gently off the ground. Smithson smiled. Master would be pleased. aGorm would be a very usefull hostage....
)PS: I didnt do it just to spite you, Angle, but see that was my plan all along. After the first few episodes i started to chart this out
now
Seson Three: War!
Starring
Zoombie
Alanti Firestar
Napalm Cobra
Buckaroo Banzi
aGorm
Emillo Lazardo
Peter
Rodger
The blood from the kife ran down onto his fingers. Rodger ran through the underbrush, clutching the knife in his right hand. He herd the low, incesent, mone of the zombie's slowly sloutching up behind him. One of them was probebly Elisibith, but he couldent kill her.
So he ran towards the outer edge's of the park, heading directly to one of the evactuation transports. Then he felt a hand grab onto his leg. Rodger fell and smashed into the mud of the park. Snarling surrounded him as inhumain fingers reatched into his stomach and pulled his intestine's out.
Rodger jerked out of bed and immideatly regretted it. His broken arm throbbed, and hurt each time he moved. "Youv been asleep for a few hours" said Peter, looking out of a window. He was stairing at the milling hord of zombie's crouding around the base of the building. Roder coughed and looked around for water. It was in a bottle right beside his bed. He drank it in three gulps and carfully stood up. The zombie's wherent trying to force their way in.
"Why arent they getting at the door?" Rodger asked
Peter smiled "Your in a bank thats why"
Rodger smiled and laughed. Then his arm hurt sharply and he sat down.
Peter looked down again at the zombie's. One of them, a woman in a J.C penny's uniform looked up at him. Her eye's where compleatly grey. Peter felt a chill rin down his spine at those eye's, and at the horrible spark of dark intelect in them. He hefted his gun and looked at the name tag on the uniform. "By Jenny" he whispered and started to thin out the croud. Rodger looked up and winced at the supersonic boom's from the rifle.
"We dont have much water" Peter said, reloding his gun.
"Any idea's about getting off this rock" asked Rodger
"a few..." Peter said, grinning wolfesly at his freind.
General Smithson could smell the food-animals around him. The pitifull humains milled around him and it was all he could do not to devoure some of them. But his master had told him to wait and he could wait. the strange man, this aGorm, didnt give off the smell of humain kind. He... he sould be whatched. wait, one of the food-animals is talking to me[/1] General Smithson though before turning to the MD.
"We need to get thease guy's on the transports" the humain was saying
"Hmmm" said Smithson
"We havent told them about the infestation on the main land, no sence in worring them" siad the MD "but the zombie's have over run the fort, and we need to get our patiatns out of here before the bomb hits"
"I agree" said Smithson, makeing a mental note to sabatouge the transports so that the humains could be taken out all the faster.
The MD nodded and went into the mediacl room. Alanti was busy swearing about his food. The MD bent down and whispered in his ear and Alanti suddenly went totaly silent. "What!" shouted Napalm, who was used to Alanti's swearing. The MD looked at him and said the news. Napalm reflexifly reached for his gun, before remebering it wasent their.
The techy, Juliea, was up to her elboes in greas. "Hey Steven can you hand me a spanner" when her assistent didnt respond, Juliea ducked out from the Anti-Gravity Engian for the revugee transport. She looked atound and stood up. Then turned and the gizzled face of General Smithson's face leered at her. Juliea jumped and put a hand to her hert. "General" she said in suprise, giving a quick salute "W-What are you doing here?" she asked.
The geneal ran his hand over the side of the transport. "Just checking on the transports" he said. "Oh... have you seen Steve?" She asked. "Oh yah" said Smithson, turning to face her. Steven's face was leaning over the Generals face. His eyes where compleatly grey, and when Smithson steped towards Juliea, she could see his trote had been ripped out by savege teeth. Juliea started to scream as Smithsons teeth ripped into her throte and tore.
aGorm walked down the hall way towards his freinds chambers. THey had been so elated about his survival that Napalm tryed to hug him with only one arm. Then her herd a voice that sounded like a scream that had been cut off before it begian. aGorm quickly turned to the garage, where it had come from. aGorm opened the door and saw the General. He was in the buisness of, what looked like giving a sever hicky to the tech that was repairing the anti-grav engian of the refugee transport.
aGorm then saw the blood flowing down the tech'ys shirt and ducked behind a collection of parts. He looked at the general as he dropped the tech's corpse to the ground. She then started to twitch, her fingers confulsing in a erratic rythem. aGrom wondered in this when he herd some foot steps behind him. He turned and saw a zombie stairing at him, close enough to bite him. aGorm froze.
The zombie looked at him as if he was another part in the pile that aGorm was hiding behind. Then he turned away and started to walk towards the baracks. aGorm grabbed a longish, sharpish tube and stabbed in the back of the zombie's brain quickly. THe zombie slumped to the ground with a loud shigh. The general and his newly made zombie tunred suddenly. "Kill him!" shouted the geneal. The tech grabbed up a laser sodderer and ran at aGorm.
He brough his pipe up in time to intercept the white hot beam. The pole begain to melt in the center. The general was coming around behind aGrom. aGrom fluidly kicked the tech in the stomach and smashed his pipe into the General. The Genearal fell, but the tech already was getting up. aGorm redyed his pipe to shove it into the tech's skull. But the tech was faster, smashing the sodderer into aGorm's leg, cutting the foot off. aGorm was shoked to not feel any pain, and then smashed the pipe into the zombies skull. She died. The general grabed aGorm from behind and smashed a hypadermic needle into the back of aGorm's skull. "Nighty Night" whisped the General as aGorm froze, the only thing he could move was his eye's. However, the blindfold handycapped him in that area as well.
The general stuffed him into his get away chopper. Then he turned around and saw the gaurd tower.
Pvt. Takaseima put his feet up on the consol. "I hate gaurd duty" he said to his partner. When he herd nothing he turned towards his parterners and was grabbed by the General. "WHA-" he shouted before he felt teeth sink into his neck.
Alanti was tossing fitfully in bed. His prostetics where still a little odd. He couldent feel them in the first person, but he simply KNEW that they had covers over them. Alanti decided he needed to stretch his new legs. He got out of bed and opend the door and noticed the hall way light's where a blood red. "What the!" he whispered. Then he saw the zombie running down the corridor at him. "SHIT!" he shouted before diving into his room and locking the door. The zombie started to pound on the door, while Alanti locked it. He then reached for his axe.
The generals helicopter lifted gently off the ground. Smithson smiled. Master would be pleased. aGorm would be a very usefull hostage....
Zombie Extermination Team
Seson Three: War!
Starring
Zoombie
Alanti Firestar
Napalm Cobra
Buckaroo Banzi
aGorm
Emillo Lazardo
Peter
Rodger
Alanti hated his prostetics. He had never gotten used to them in the two day's after he had gotten his new legs. He would move his leg... then a split secont LATER his leg would actualy move. Also if he wanted to kick a ball across a soccer feild, it would kick it atleast twice as hard as he wanted it too, cuaseing the soccer ball to zip way outside of the military bases perimieter, let alone its paltry soccer feild.
However he found the extra strength to be extreamly usefull when the zombie burst into his room. It fell on him, clawing at his stomach and face. Alanti kicked it squar in the stomach. A split secont later the zombie smashed into the door across from Alanti's, smashing it into three uneven pice's. The zombie crumpled to the ground and then twitched. Its spine had been snapped. Alanti looked at it and then got his axe.
Napalm finished drinkin his Solent Cola. Then he smashed the can effoletlssy with his new arm. The docters had given him the coice of going with a prostetic that would be perosnaly taliored for him, or take a off the counter prostetic and wait six months for a regrowth. Bah! Napalm said. Let that fool Alanti get his regrowth, then spend six months with crap legs! Napalm would engoy a perfect arm! He had then outlined what he had wanted. It had included several long blades and other slicey things.
He herd a low moan from his window. Napalm furrowed his brow and walked over to the window. It looked out on the air strip of the millitary base. he looked around. Then tuned around to pick up the crushed soda can. Then suddenly the window was smashed in and a zombie wraped its arms around him. Napalm tenced one of fourty three new artificeal mucles in his custom made arm. It extended a three foot long spike out of his elbo, whitch he jammed upwards into the zombie's skull. he then slid it back in and wiped the guts off of the hole that it had retracted.
Then another zombie burst into the room. Napalm extended his claws, remeberint the ancient comic book that had sparked that idea, and sliced the zombie into three pices. Then he walked into the corridor and went straight to the HQ. He encountered three more zombie's, each was easly dispaced.
Alanti swung his axe with ease, cutting a zombie in half, from crotch to crown. He was makeing his way stedaly to the headquarters of the millitary base. Their they could orginise the evactuation and protect any civy's that still lived. He turned a corner and saw a 6 year old boy with a chair, feding off a zombie. Behind the boy was a small, 4 year old girl who was trying to keep the zombie back with a butter kife. Alanti threw his axe straight into the zombie's skull. The 6 year old boy immideatly broke into tears and wraped himself around Alanti's legs. Alanti walked into HQ with two children on his legs.
"How are the civy's?" asked Napalm
Cmd. Sinclair was a rather quite, dumpy man who had run the base while general Smithson had orginised the evacuation. "The only casualtys so far have been a four civy's and the rest have been the entire tech crew and two marine's. The civy's have been put in the safe house, but the zombie's surrounded it quickly"
"We can take care of that" said Alanti. Napalm smiled, wiping his claws off.
"Good. Some one has sabotouged the Transports, so im going to lead a squad of the surviving techs and marines to fix em. Once youv gotten the civys we are going to haul ass out of here" Sinclair looked ar both of them "The swarm from New York will be here in at least half an hour. The night and its chill have slowed them, fortunantly" Sinclair nodded and then the teams split up.
Rodger hoisted himself across the gap with one arm. The cardbord he was on was supported by two cabales strung between the buildings. Peter grabbed his arm once he got close enough, then pulled him their. Rodger sighed, exection makeing his face go totaly red, and asked "How many buildings to go?"
Peter looked at the mall, then at the map, then at the mall again
"Twenty four"
Rodger sighed and Peter yanked the line's back before tossing them to the next flat roofed buildings. The reson they had to go through twenty four more roof's was due to the fact that many roofs where curved, or to high. So they had to make a zig zag pattern to get to the shopping mall and the people inside it. Peter tossed the makeshift grappling hook over to the next building and Rodger rediyed his carrage.
Buckaroo Banzi looked at Zoombie. Zoombie had been torcuhed, in the most extreem way. Toxins, electricity and other sadistic methods had been used to stimulate the dead pain centers of the zoombie. The four Zombie Soldiers hefted their newest clsoe combat wepon, heavy shot guns. "Give me one here" Buckaroo said. He hefted the shot gun and aimed it aimlessly around Zoombie's body. Zoombie looked at him, his eye's still defient.
"Lets give this man a hand!" said Buckaroo before blasting Zoombies left hand off. Zoombie staired at the shredded limb in suprise. He didnt feel it. "Wow" said Buckaroo "Next to no kick back too" he murmered before firing into Zoombies shoulder, blasting his left arm off. Then he shot him in the right kneecap, blowing it into tiny shreads that splattered all over the room. Then he fired at Zoombie's thigh, blasting his left leg off in a spray of blood. Zoombie colapsed in a pool of blood. Buckaroo Banzi smiled and nodded at aGorm. "That is what will happen if you dont do... what we want you to do"
Seson Three: War!
Starring
Zoombie
Alanti Firestar
Napalm Cobra
Buckaroo Banzi
aGorm
Emillo Lazardo
Peter
Rodger
Alanti hated his prostetics. He had never gotten used to them in the two day's after he had gotten his new legs. He would move his leg... then a split secont LATER his leg would actualy move. Also if he wanted to kick a ball across a soccer feild, it would kick it atleast twice as hard as he wanted it too, cuaseing the soccer ball to zip way outside of the military bases perimieter, let alone its paltry soccer feild.
However he found the extra strength to be extreamly usefull when the zombie burst into his room. It fell on him, clawing at his stomach and face. Alanti kicked it squar in the stomach. A split secont later the zombie smashed into the door across from Alanti's, smashing it into three uneven pice's. The zombie crumpled to the ground and then twitched. Its spine had been snapped. Alanti looked at it and then got his axe.
Napalm finished drinkin his Solent Cola. Then he smashed the can effoletlssy with his new arm. The docters had given him the coice of going with a prostetic that would be perosnaly taliored for him, or take a off the counter prostetic and wait six months for a regrowth. Bah! Napalm said. Let that fool Alanti get his regrowth, then spend six months with crap legs! Napalm would engoy a perfect arm! He had then outlined what he had wanted. It had included several long blades and other slicey things.
He herd a low moan from his window. Napalm furrowed his brow and walked over to the window. It looked out on the air strip of the millitary base. he looked around. Then tuned around to pick up the crushed soda can. Then suddenly the window was smashed in and a zombie wraped its arms around him. Napalm tenced one of fourty three new artificeal mucles in his custom made arm. It extended a three foot long spike out of his elbo, whitch he jammed upwards into the zombie's skull. he then slid it back in and wiped the guts off of the hole that it had retracted.
Then another zombie burst into the room. Napalm extended his claws, remeberint the ancient comic book that had sparked that idea, and sliced the zombie into three pices. Then he walked into the corridor and went straight to the HQ. He encountered three more zombie's, each was easly dispaced.
Alanti swung his axe with ease, cutting a zombie in half, from crotch to crown. He was makeing his way stedaly to the headquarters of the millitary base. Their they could orginise the evactuation and protect any civy's that still lived. He turned a corner and saw a 6 year old boy with a chair, feding off a zombie. Behind the boy was a small, 4 year old girl who was trying to keep the zombie back with a butter kife. Alanti threw his axe straight into the zombie's skull. The 6 year old boy immideatly broke into tears and wraped himself around Alanti's legs. Alanti walked into HQ with two children on his legs.
"How are the civy's?" asked Napalm
Cmd. Sinclair was a rather quite, dumpy man who had run the base while general Smithson had orginised the evacuation. "The only casualtys so far have been a four civy's and the rest have been the entire tech crew and two marine's. The civy's have been put in the safe house, but the zombie's surrounded it quickly"
"We can take care of that" said Alanti. Napalm smiled, wiping his claws off.
"Good. Some one has sabotouged the Transports, so im going to lead a squad of the surviving techs and marines to fix em. Once youv gotten the civys we are going to haul ass out of here" Sinclair looked ar both of them "The swarm from New York will be here in at least half an hour. The night and its chill have slowed them, fortunantly" Sinclair nodded and then the teams split up.
Rodger hoisted himself across the gap with one arm. The cardbord he was on was supported by two cabales strung between the buildings. Peter grabbed his arm once he got close enough, then pulled him their. Rodger sighed, exection makeing his face go totaly red, and asked "How many buildings to go?"
Peter looked at the mall, then at the map, then at the mall again
"Twenty four"
Rodger sighed and Peter yanked the line's back before tossing them to the next flat roofed buildings. The reson they had to go through twenty four more roof's was due to the fact that many roofs where curved, or to high. So they had to make a zig zag pattern to get to the shopping mall and the people inside it. Peter tossed the makeshift grappling hook over to the next building and Rodger rediyed his carrage.
Buckaroo Banzi looked at Zoombie. Zoombie had been torcuhed, in the most extreem way. Toxins, electricity and other sadistic methods had been used to stimulate the dead pain centers of the zoombie. The four Zombie Soldiers hefted their newest clsoe combat wepon, heavy shot guns. "Give me one here" Buckaroo said. He hefted the shot gun and aimed it aimlessly around Zoombie's body. Zoombie looked at him, his eye's still defient.
"Lets give this man a hand!" said Buckaroo before blasting Zoombies left hand off. Zoombie staired at the shredded limb in suprise. He didnt feel it. "Wow" said Buckaroo "Next to no kick back too" he murmered before firing into Zoombies shoulder, blasting his left arm off. Then he shot him in the right kneecap, blowing it into tiny shreads that splattered all over the room. Then he fired at Zoombie's thigh, blasting his left leg off in a spray of blood. Zoombie colapsed in a pool of blood. Buckaroo Banzi smiled and nodded at aGorm. "That is what will happen if you dont do... what we want you to do"
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Zoombie's AlterEgo
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good job zoombie
Hey zoombie, this is alex. I haven't read all of your episodes but its pretty good. Why don't we film this, and then post it on t.a. spring forums!!! THat would be flippin awsome. By the way everyone, i know zoombie, i can get you an autograph for 2000000000 cents. PLEASE!!! Be seeing you.
What the FLIP! Its my alter ego aka My freind Alex. Thanks. You have falsh right? SO why dowt we make it that way (cause that way we wouldent need to find some one who looks like Peter Weller, who played Buckaroo Banzi in the cult classic The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzi: Across the Eight Dimenision)
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k
ok, thats cool. We should do both. Let me take a poll. Everyone who would like this into flash and/or a real tv series, just post. Make suggestions. THX.
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its official!!!!!!!!!
My and Zoombie are going to be making a flash version of the hit series. We can't film because we don't have 400 people and we can't film in new york. We also don't have money for gory awsome stuff!!! But it will be totally awsome with great music. So i hope you're all excited, because you should be!!!!!
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Zombie Extermination Team: War!
Season Three: War!
Starring
Zoombie
Alanti Firestar
Napalm Cobra
Buckaroo Banzi
aGorm
Cyder
Emilio Lazardo
Peter
Rodger
Peter gasped and collapsed. He was finally at the roof of the mall, crawling over two grappling line├óÔé¼Ôäós for about three hour├óÔé¼Ôäós. It wasn├óÔé¼Ôäót the actual climbing that was difficult; it was the fact that he had to carry Rodger, whose broken arm had to heal. So now they where finally at the mall they had reached so hard to get here and all that Peter could think about was lying down and just sleeping. He first checked to make sure Rodger was fine. Rodger dozed fitfully, his face some time├óÔé¼Ôäós convulsing as if he was in the depths of a night mare. Peter lay down but a voice suddenly said ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay├óÔé¼┬ª hands up!├óÔé¼┬Ø Peter looked. It was a woman, apparently coming out of an air vent with a hunting rifle pointed squarely at his head.
Buckaroo pointed the shot gun directly at aGorm. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do you need me for?├óÔé¼┬Ø asked aGorm, his hands in the air. ├óÔé¼┼ôI have a problem├óÔé¼┬Ø said Buckaroo ├óÔé¼┼ôsee, my soldiers are dumber then your old buddy Cyder and only a few can actually do anything├óÔé¼┬ª like your good friend General Smithson├óÔé¼┬Ø He smiled and gestured to the guard├óÔé¼Ôäós. aGorm was shoved into a room filled with genetic laboratory equipment. ├óÔé¼┼ôSee Cyder was using instructions that he stole from you, that he only half understood├óÔé¼┬Ø said Buckaroo ├óÔé¼┼ôand he made a mistake when we created theses soldiers├óÔé¼┬Ø
├óÔé¼┼ôAnd?├óÔé¼┬Ø asked aGorm looking at all the equipment and whistling appreciatively. ├óÔé¼┼ôI want you to find the problem and fix it!├óÔé¼┬Ø said Buckaroo, a deadly emphasis of fix. aGorm nodded lightly. ├óÔé¼┼ôIf he run├óÔé¼Ôäós├óÔé¼┬Ø said Buckaroo to the guards ├óÔé¼┼ôShoot for his legs├óÔé¼┬Ø
├óÔé¼┼ôYes, master├óÔé¼┬Ø they said in unison. The guards then snapped into attention beside the door. Buckaroo walked out and left aGorm to do his work.
The military base had been nearly completely overrun. The civilian├óÔé¼Ôäós had wisely barricaded themselves in their rooms, and soon Cmd. Sinclair and his four marine├óÔé¼Ôäós grew to twenty or so civilian├óÔé¼Ôäós that huddled next to the fighting men. Several of the civilian├óÔé¼Ôäós where experienced zombie fighters, and so had grabbed a ------- knife or broom to at least fend the zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós off.
Alanti and Napalm however had a much more interesting time of it. Alanti had grabbed up his axe and slinked along the corridors. No zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós. He had continued towards the garage with Napalm and still their where no zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós. Alanti was beginning to get a little exasperated when everything happened at once. Zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós began to pore out of every door, window and opening, even from place├óÔé¼Ôäós that Alanti and Napalm had passed. Alanti had gained the ability to quickly gauge how large crowds where, so he quickly estimated that their where 20-30 zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós rushing down every hall way at him. So he decided to pull out his banana grenade and flicked it down the hallway to his back. It smashed into a clump of zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós and splattered them across the walls. Napalm pulled out a smallish automatic pistol and began to plug zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós calmly and effectively.
The zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós where whittled down some more by another grenade but then, suddenly, they where upon Alanti and Napalm! Alanti├óÔé¼Ôäós axe whirled around and began to decapitate the zombies as they clawed at him. Napalm smashed one of the zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós in the face with his prosthetic arm, backhanding the zombie in a spray of blood. A zombie clamped down on his arm, but its teeth chipped on the hard alloy that Napalm had requested it to be made of. Napalm shot the confused zombie in the head before continuing with dispatching the zombie horde.
Alanti swore when he mistimed a step and tripped over. The zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós where on him before you could blink. Then Alanti kicked out hard and forced the zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós back, using his axe as a shield. The zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós he kicked where smashed into the wall by his prosthetic legs, and they took a while to get up after that! Alanti then got shakily up, but by then some more zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós began to grapple for a bite. Napalm sliced one in half with his extendable claws, then shot another. Alanti finally got his balance, then joined in the fray with a loud battle cry.
Peter and Rodger where escorted into the mall by the woman. She introduced herself as Samantha and to ├óÔé¼┼ôshut the hell up├óÔé¼┬Ø. She brought them to the food court of the mall where about twenty or so people ate and relaxed in the glitzy environment of the mall. Musack was being pumped out of the speakers all over the place, and many of the people where wearing gaudy outfits, obviously looted from the various clothes store. ├óÔé¼┼ôXavier! I got some new guys loitering on the roof├óÔé¼┬Ø Samantha shouted. A man wearing a purple shirt, neon green pants and a ridiculous plumed hat looked up from a discussion he was having with another man. ├óÔé¼┼ôAh! Bring them down here!├óÔé¼┬Ø he shouted back.
Samantha was obviously more at ease with them inside the mall, so she smiled and gestured to a escalator. Rodger and Peter walked down the defunct steps, while Samantha slid down the middle with child like glee. Xavier strode over to meet the two tired AZS member├óÔé¼Ôäós. ├óÔé¼┼ôGreetings!├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, his arms up in greetings ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd welcome to the mall├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôAre you guy├óÔé¼Ôäós okay?├óÔé¼┬Ø asked Peter, looking at the men and women that dotted the mall. They seemed to be carefree and happy.
├óÔé¼┬ØOkay?├óÔé¼┬Ø Said Xavier incredulously ├óÔé¼┼ôWe are doing wonderfully! We have everything we could possibly want here├óÔé¼┬Ø
├óÔé¼┼ôwhat about food├óÔé¼┬Ø asked Rodger, eyeing some of the people and their overly bright cloths. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe have enough stored food to last another month, and by then the government can send over some more troops├óÔé¼┬Ø
├óÔé¼┼ôNot necessarily├óÔé¼┬Ø said Peter. Xavier├óÔé¼Ôäós face looked like the strings supporting it had been cut off.
├óÔé¼┬ØWa-wh├óÔé¼┬Ø he stammered
├óÔé¼┬ØSome of the fast zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós got to the mainland├óÔé¼┬Ø Peter said grimly.
The Refugee Transports where in pretty good repair actually. The only thing that had been damaged was the connection between the fuel cells and the hydrogen that powered them. Napalm quickly ducked down and reconnected it. The massive zombie horde that could be sighted at the horizon made his actions a little more frantic. Alanti looked through some binoculars and saw the massive horde that rushed towards them insanely fast. ├óÔé¼┼ôJeez├óÔé¼┬ª look at those guys├óÔé¼Ôäós move!├óÔé¼┬Ø he said.
Sinclair ran out with the civilians and three marines. The last marine ran out last, firing his gun back into the hallway. He then slammed the door shut. ├óÔé¼┼ôTen zombies can break this door down pretty fast sir├óÔé¼┬Ø
Sinclair nodded, then looked at Napalm. ├óÔé¼┼ôJust finished sir├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, snapping a quick salute. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood, lets lode the civy├óÔé¼Ôäós├óÔé¼┬Ø He said matter of factly.
The horde got to the base a half hour after the transports left, but even so they followed the AGV├óÔé¼Ôäós that drifted off towards the army base at Rhode Island.
In the small town of Piedmont, New Mexico, Srg. Lawry reclined in his chair. He sipped some coffee and contemplated about how great his life was. Then the door burst in, its hinges literally blown off. Lawry sprang to his feet, but a bullet propelled by a rail gun ripped through his brain. Thus, the police officer died, collapsing backwards into his coffee pot. The zombie soldier smiled slightly at the death of the human. The three others in his squad quickly disposed of the small town, population 101. His master had been very specific about killing every human in their entire patrol area. So had it been said to the three hundred other soldier├óÔé¼Ôäós that had landed in the cost of America. The invasion was only beginning.
Season Three: War!
Starring
Zoombie
Alanti Firestar
Napalm Cobra
Buckaroo Banzi
aGorm
Cyder
Emilio Lazardo
Peter
Rodger
Peter gasped and collapsed. He was finally at the roof of the mall, crawling over two grappling line├óÔé¼Ôäós for about three hour├óÔé¼Ôäós. It wasn├óÔé¼Ôäót the actual climbing that was difficult; it was the fact that he had to carry Rodger, whose broken arm had to heal. So now they where finally at the mall they had reached so hard to get here and all that Peter could think about was lying down and just sleeping. He first checked to make sure Rodger was fine. Rodger dozed fitfully, his face some time├óÔé¼Ôäós convulsing as if he was in the depths of a night mare. Peter lay down but a voice suddenly said ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay├óÔé¼┬ª hands up!├óÔé¼┬Ø Peter looked. It was a woman, apparently coming out of an air vent with a hunting rifle pointed squarely at his head.
Buckaroo pointed the shot gun directly at aGorm. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do you need me for?├óÔé¼┬Ø asked aGorm, his hands in the air. ├óÔé¼┼ôI have a problem├óÔé¼┬Ø said Buckaroo ├óÔé¼┼ôsee, my soldiers are dumber then your old buddy Cyder and only a few can actually do anything├óÔé¼┬ª like your good friend General Smithson├óÔé¼┬Ø He smiled and gestured to the guard├óÔé¼Ôäós. aGorm was shoved into a room filled with genetic laboratory equipment. ├óÔé¼┼ôSee Cyder was using instructions that he stole from you, that he only half understood├óÔé¼┬Ø said Buckaroo ├óÔé¼┼ôand he made a mistake when we created theses soldiers├óÔé¼┬Ø
├óÔé¼┼ôAnd?├óÔé¼┬Ø asked aGorm looking at all the equipment and whistling appreciatively. ├óÔé¼┼ôI want you to find the problem and fix it!├óÔé¼┬Ø said Buckaroo, a deadly emphasis of fix. aGorm nodded lightly. ├óÔé¼┼ôIf he run├óÔé¼Ôäós├óÔé¼┬Ø said Buckaroo to the guards ├óÔé¼┼ôShoot for his legs├óÔé¼┬Ø
├óÔé¼┼ôYes, master├óÔé¼┬Ø they said in unison. The guards then snapped into attention beside the door. Buckaroo walked out and left aGorm to do his work.
The military base had been nearly completely overrun. The civilian├óÔé¼Ôäós had wisely barricaded themselves in their rooms, and soon Cmd. Sinclair and his four marine├óÔé¼Ôäós grew to twenty or so civilian├óÔé¼Ôäós that huddled next to the fighting men. Several of the civilian├óÔé¼Ôäós where experienced zombie fighters, and so had grabbed a ------- knife or broom to at least fend the zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós off.
Alanti and Napalm however had a much more interesting time of it. Alanti had grabbed up his axe and slinked along the corridors. No zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós. He had continued towards the garage with Napalm and still their where no zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós. Alanti was beginning to get a little exasperated when everything happened at once. Zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós began to pore out of every door, window and opening, even from place├óÔé¼Ôäós that Alanti and Napalm had passed. Alanti had gained the ability to quickly gauge how large crowds where, so he quickly estimated that their where 20-30 zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós rushing down every hall way at him. So he decided to pull out his banana grenade and flicked it down the hallway to his back. It smashed into a clump of zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós and splattered them across the walls. Napalm pulled out a smallish automatic pistol and began to plug zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós calmly and effectively.
The zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós where whittled down some more by another grenade but then, suddenly, they where upon Alanti and Napalm! Alanti├óÔé¼Ôäós axe whirled around and began to decapitate the zombies as they clawed at him. Napalm smashed one of the zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós in the face with his prosthetic arm, backhanding the zombie in a spray of blood. A zombie clamped down on his arm, but its teeth chipped on the hard alloy that Napalm had requested it to be made of. Napalm shot the confused zombie in the head before continuing with dispatching the zombie horde.
Alanti swore when he mistimed a step and tripped over. The zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós where on him before you could blink. Then Alanti kicked out hard and forced the zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós back, using his axe as a shield. The zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós he kicked where smashed into the wall by his prosthetic legs, and they took a while to get up after that! Alanti then got shakily up, but by then some more zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós began to grapple for a bite. Napalm sliced one in half with his extendable claws, then shot another. Alanti finally got his balance, then joined in the fray with a loud battle cry.
Peter and Rodger where escorted into the mall by the woman. She introduced herself as Samantha and to ├óÔé¼┼ôshut the hell up├óÔé¼┬Ø. She brought them to the food court of the mall where about twenty or so people ate and relaxed in the glitzy environment of the mall. Musack was being pumped out of the speakers all over the place, and many of the people where wearing gaudy outfits, obviously looted from the various clothes store. ├óÔé¼┼ôXavier! I got some new guys loitering on the roof├óÔé¼┬Ø Samantha shouted. A man wearing a purple shirt, neon green pants and a ridiculous plumed hat looked up from a discussion he was having with another man. ├óÔé¼┼ôAh! Bring them down here!├óÔé¼┬Ø he shouted back.
Samantha was obviously more at ease with them inside the mall, so she smiled and gestured to a escalator. Rodger and Peter walked down the defunct steps, while Samantha slid down the middle with child like glee. Xavier strode over to meet the two tired AZS member├óÔé¼Ôäós. ├óÔé¼┼ôGreetings!├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, his arms up in greetings ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd welcome to the mall├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôAre you guy├óÔé¼Ôäós okay?├óÔé¼┬Ø asked Peter, looking at the men and women that dotted the mall. They seemed to be carefree and happy.
├óÔé¼┬ØOkay?├óÔé¼┬Ø Said Xavier incredulously ├óÔé¼┼ôWe are doing wonderfully! We have everything we could possibly want here├óÔé¼┬Ø
├óÔé¼┼ôwhat about food├óÔé¼┬Ø asked Rodger, eyeing some of the people and their overly bright cloths. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe have enough stored food to last another month, and by then the government can send over some more troops├óÔé¼┬Ø
├óÔé¼┼ôNot necessarily├óÔé¼┬Ø said Peter. Xavier├óÔé¼Ôäós face looked like the strings supporting it had been cut off.
├óÔé¼┬ØWa-wh├óÔé¼┬Ø he stammered
├óÔé¼┬ØSome of the fast zombie├óÔé¼Ôäós got to the mainland├óÔé¼┬Ø Peter said grimly.
The Refugee Transports where in pretty good repair actually. The only thing that had been damaged was the connection between the fuel cells and the hydrogen that powered them. Napalm quickly ducked down and reconnected it. The massive zombie horde that could be sighted at the horizon made his actions a little more frantic. Alanti looked through some binoculars and saw the massive horde that rushed towards them insanely fast. ├óÔé¼┼ôJeez├óÔé¼┬ª look at those guys├óÔé¼Ôäós move!├óÔé¼┬Ø he said.
Sinclair ran out with the civilians and three marines. The last marine ran out last, firing his gun back into the hallway. He then slammed the door shut. ├óÔé¼┼ôTen zombies can break this door down pretty fast sir├óÔé¼┬Ø
Sinclair nodded, then looked at Napalm. ├óÔé¼┼ôJust finished sir├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, snapping a quick salute. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood, lets lode the civy├óÔé¼Ôäós├óÔé¼┬Ø He said matter of factly.
The horde got to the base a half hour after the transports left, but even so they followed the AGV├óÔé¼Ôäós that drifted off towards the army base at Rhode Island.
In the small town of Piedmont, New Mexico, Srg. Lawry reclined in his chair. He sipped some coffee and contemplated about how great his life was. Then the door burst in, its hinges literally blown off. Lawry sprang to his feet, but a bullet propelled by a rail gun ripped through his brain. Thus, the police officer died, collapsing backwards into his coffee pot. The zombie soldier smiled slightly at the death of the human. The three others in his squad quickly disposed of the small town, population 101. His master had been very specific about killing every human in their entire patrol area. So had it been said to the three hundred other soldier├óÔé¼Ôäós that had landed in the cost of America. The invasion was only beginning.