Finish The Story: ZOMBIES?

Question

With a pistol on his belt, and a shotgun in his hand, the man confronted his first, of thousands, of zombie enemies roaming through the town...

Answer 1

....he began firing, picking his shots carefully to ensure each bullet hit a zombie in the head - dropping them permanently. However he soon realized he didn't have anywhere near enough ammo to take them all down, much less survive the next half-hour. Fortunately the zombies didn't move that fast or react that quick, so the man made his way to the outskirts of town where the village blacksmith and wagonwright had his shop. The wooden palisade wall here was high and thick, scarred with arrows, flames, and gunfire from countless Indian attacks, but once he had convinced the smith that he was no zombie, the heavy gate opened enough for him to slip inside.
The man had been a teacher in the town, and his speciality was ancient history - but even so it was a strange sight the next day when the gate opened again and the man came out, dressed head to toe in armor, carrying a shield and a wickedly long sword. The smith had done good work, laboring long into the night, fashioning gear to the teacher's specifications.
He moved quickly into the town, with barely any noise - the armor was padded and muffled with underlying strips of leather - and soon located a small group of zombies mindlessly trying to bash in the door to old Doc Southingtons sawbones shop. As the first zombie turned to look at him he brought the sword up, pumping his hand over the shield and to the left, and then spinning his wrist and torquing the blade back to the right like a whip - and the zombie collapsed as its head hit the ground several feet away. The others soon met the same fate, and the man looked up at the second floor windows to see faces peering out at him in gratitude and disbelief.
Over the next week he continued his hit-and-fade attacks, whittling the zombies down considerably, and soon some of the survivors had joined him, and the sound of the smith's hammer could be heard night and day. By the end of the second week he had the town under patrol by three teams of armored warriors, and by now the zombies were decaying to the point where they barely had the strength to walk, let alone lift their arms and attack, so it was a simple matter to walk up to them and decapitate them as they stood there. They also kept a large bonfire going, and used a horse litter to drag the decomposing bodies to it for disposal.
Finally, three weeks after the plague began, they drug the final zombie to the fire and pitched it in, and as the man began to remove his armor, the grateful survivors handed him a treasure that they had removed from one of the zombies - the star of the sheriff - and let loose cheering as, tears on his face, he pinned it on his chest.

Answer 2

He found a group of other living people. They made their way through the large city. Slowly, over many months, travelling by roof top and sewer pipe. Two of the travellers had a baby boy. The main man was the god father of the child, the parents were killed by the the mindless zombies a week later. The group all slowly died one by one in the last months of their travels. Finally, the only ones left were the main character, his girlfriend, the baby, and the baby's uncle. They made it out of the city, and they lived happily ever after...Not!!! The next day a small group of zombies made their way out of the city into the group's encampment, and attacked. The group ran. The uncle died, the girlfriend died. Then he killed the last zombie, just in time to run out of ammo. He found an abandoned house, he went inside. The tv was still on. He went into the kitchen, into the fridge, and got some milk for the baby. Then he heard the tv, the news just came on. "This is Nancy Ells, tradgic news, the nation has been overrun with these creatures, this may be the last time I ever air. Good news is that I am here in the white house with the President, who has just recently sent out a distress message to all countries, allies and enemies, warning them and asking for their help. All I can tell you is to stay alive, get all supplies needed, get on your roof, and if you have to... Shoot them in the head. Greg (the main character, who used to go out with Nancy), I hope you're still alive out there, be careful, I still love you. Good luck to you all, I hope to see you on the other side. This is Nancy Ells, out." Then the power went out, he heard a noise comming from the next room over, the door was shut. He inched closer, put his hand to the doorknob, he turned and...THE END.

Answer 3

He walked freely among them for the first time. He flinched when the first few lumbering brutes brushed up against him. Half expecting that this was too good to last, he momentarily paused and considered retreat. It felt like hours, but in actuality was mere seconds. The promise he felt when entering the lab only a day ago was now muliplied a hundred-fold. It now bordered on joyful hysteria. Holding back tears, he proceeded to randomly pummel the nearest standing zombies with the butt of his shotgun. They fell with stifled grunts; their usual nauseating odor made even worse by exposure of their putrefying brain, a scent even more awful then their gangreanous skin. None of the others seemed to notice their fallen comrades. Proceeding onward with deadly purpose, they bumbled about oblivious that others like them were under foot. For the first time, he realized that they were hard-wired to pick up the aroma of live flesh; of organic chemicals and compounds, serotonin, dopamine, acetylocholine, insulin; perhaps even the iron of blood itself. He wished he had not so hurriedly left the laboratory without finishing the report. Insuffient test trials. Double blind variability and flawed data. Effectiveness questioned when test subject showed signs of hyperplasial collaspe....etc...etc. The clouds overhead lending themselves to this eldritch Grand Guignol of the macabre, he continued to push through the throng unoticed. For every destroyed undead, twenty other seemed to take it's place. Still too frightened to run for fear that it might break the spell, he exhibited heroic caution. The lotion had done it's work: wrought a miracle. The sparse raindrops fell almost in celebration. As the rain fell a hideous wave of fear overtook him; was this "immunity lotion" waterproof? The rain mixed with his own fearful tears. For every zombie in sight, within almost a mile's radius, now began to sniff at the air and almost simultaneaously every clouded, dripping cornea met his own vibrant, terrified eyes....

Answer 4

Due to the fact that he had just smoked some of the best herb he'd had in a long time, he asked them if there was any good place to eat in town.

Answer 5

The zombies, brain dead to the last man, walked absent-mindedly past him and onto the east-bound railroad track, where a fast frieght turned them all into tattered clothes and scattered flesh.

Answer 6

And so the man looked around him, did a michael jackson dancing stunt and swirled the shotgun in his hand and BANG! Like in the martial arts movies, he kept looking around shooting each zombie, and watching them all fall at the corner of his eyes. He chuckled, and gently blew the smoke from the gun and said to the still night, "I am Bond, James Bond.."

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Answer 7

the zombies hadn't spied him. Quietly he made his way to an abandoned Brinks armoured truck. As luck would have it the keys were in the ignition and it had a full tank of gas.
Quietly he chuckled to himself..........with that baby, he would be safe and run as many of 'em down as he could.

Answer 8

He got a case of C4 and blew them all to kingdom come. A job well done, until the next time. Those pesky critters don't stay down. At least he had time for a few beers tonight.

Answer 9

He then fainted because of the putrid stench and the rotting flesh. Then, all of the zombies crowded around him, and waited. When he woke up the zombies went "Boo!" then he wet himslef and died.

Answer 10

the wind whirled around them, the gauze holding the courpses together pulled away, and revealed the faces of the people ...he once had recognized, the stench was so awful, that he realized that he had to set ablaze..to save the community...these unhuman beings...marching marching forward...the smell, the smell...slow march...slow...quickly he remembered ma..Egans old place..across the field so, he ran,,,knock knock, pound pound and, ma Egan would not answer the door...so, he ran to the old shed..and, found an old lantern..he lit it...and, as he lit the lantern thinking he was safe,...her face showed up,...ma Egan.. he knew...from the light of the lantern