Post by silverfeather on Jan 18, 2012 18:34:32 GMT -5
"ATTENTION MBC."
Suddenly a speaker blares above your head, and you clap your hands to your ears.
"THE WORLD IS AT PANIC AS THE VIRUS SPREADS."
The Clan looks up at the speaker, confusion on everyone's faces.
"WE HAVE DECIDED TO INFORM YOU FIRST. YOU OF ALL THE ANTHROS HAVE THE BEST CHANCE OF SURVIVAL IF YOU GET OUT NOW."
A few of your Clanmates let out a cry, one of surprise and fear and confusion.
"THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE HAS ARRIVED. IT WAS BELIEVED TO BE FAKE BY SOME, REAL BY OTHERS. NO MATTER WHAT, NOW WE KNOW THE ONES WHO THOUGHT IT WAS REAL WERE RIGHT."
Your eyes widen and your jaw drops.
"GET OUT NOW, FIND A BUNKER. YOUR BEST DEFENSE IS A GUN OR A CROWBAR. ONE HIT TO THE HEAD OF A ZOMBIE WITH EITHER WILL KILL THEM FOR GOOD."
You step back a pace from the speaker and you turn to look at your Clanmates.
"GET OUT. YOU WILL BE RECEIVING EQUIPMENT SHORTLY, AND AFTER THAT YOU MUST TAKE IT AND GO."
The speaker crackles its way back to silence.
And then there is madness.
Your Clanmates dashing to their rooms, gathering their belongings.
You yourself run into your room so fast you have time to grab almost everything you can before you hear the front door of the mansion open.
And you run through the hallway, the living room, and out the door.
You see a small red pickup truck, the top of it cut through to make a hole that three people could stick their upper bodies out of.
You realize there are stands for guns around the hole.
And the inside of the pickup is unlike any other you have ever seen.
Where the back seats would be the truck has been elongated slightly, to fit a bench and a cabinet side by side, lengthwise across the truck. The front seats are the same, but the shotgun side has its namesake attached to a gun stand on the dashboard.
The back of the truck is loaded with supplies, guns, food, clothes.
You and most of the Clan hop in the back of the truck, while six others cram inside. The truck starts up and you begin heading South.
Suddenly a speaker blares above your head, and you clap your hands to your ears.
"THE WORLD IS AT PANIC AS THE VIRUS SPREADS."
The Clan looks up at the speaker, confusion on everyone's faces.
"WE HAVE DECIDED TO INFORM YOU FIRST. YOU OF ALL THE ANTHROS HAVE THE BEST CHANCE OF SURVIVAL IF YOU GET OUT NOW."
A few of your Clanmates let out a cry, one of surprise and fear and confusion.
"THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE HAS ARRIVED. IT WAS BELIEVED TO BE FAKE BY SOME, REAL BY OTHERS. NO MATTER WHAT, NOW WE KNOW THE ONES WHO THOUGHT IT WAS REAL WERE RIGHT."
Your eyes widen and your jaw drops.
"GET OUT NOW, FIND A BUNKER. YOUR BEST DEFENSE IS A GUN OR A CROWBAR. ONE HIT TO THE HEAD OF A ZOMBIE WITH EITHER WILL KILL THEM FOR GOOD."
You step back a pace from the speaker and you turn to look at your Clanmates.
"GET OUT. YOU WILL BE RECEIVING EQUIPMENT SHORTLY, AND AFTER THAT YOU MUST TAKE IT AND GO."
The speaker crackles its way back to silence.
And then there is madness.
Your Clanmates dashing to their rooms, gathering their belongings.
You yourself run into your room so fast you have time to grab almost everything you can before you hear the front door of the mansion open.
And you run through the hallway, the living room, and out the door.
You see a small red pickup truck, the top of it cut through to make a hole that three people could stick their upper bodies out of.
You realize there are stands for guns around the hole.
And the inside of the pickup is unlike any other you have ever seen.
Where the back seats would be the truck has been elongated slightly, to fit a bench and a cabinet side by side, lengthwise across the truck. The front seats are the same, but the shotgun side has its namesake attached to a gun stand on the dashboard.
The back of the truck is loaded with supplies, guns, food, clothes.
You and most of the Clan hop in the back of the truck, while six others cram inside. The truck starts up and you begin heading South.