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Project Z Part 2
Before I write the next part of my story, I'd like to give a special thanks to BookBug, who was the first person that left a comment. And not only was that comment heartwarming, but it also encouraged me to continue this story, because I don't think of myself as much of a writer.
Now, without further adeu, please enjoy Project Z Part 2! (Ooh! That rhymed!)
I would have been fine if it was another zombie. In fact, I would have preffered a zombie. "Ahem...So...how did you end up here...John?" He turned around quickly to face me. He obviously didn't know I was there. If you are wondering who John is...well, let me put it to you this way. He likes zombies more than he likes me. "What the heck?! What are YOU doing here?! I hoped you were DEAD!!!" He said angrily. See what I mean? He doesn't like me. "Look, what I want to know is: how come you couldn't hear or see me from up here?" I asked him. "Well...I...I just...I DIDN"T, OKAY!?" He said as he reached into his pocket. "No! D-don't do it John! I...I didn't...why..." I trailed off. My voice seemed to dissapear. I tried to speak, but my voice wouldn't come. So I did what I do best. Run. "Oh, so NOW you run away like a wimp, after I pull a gun on you!" He said as he raced after me. I burst through the door. I was outside now. I didn't care how many zombies there were. I just kept on running. Suddenly, I heard a loud BANG! a split second later, I had a sudden burst of excruciating pain in my shoulder. I let out a tremendous yell. John had hit his target. Me. My legs stopped short and I tumbled to the ground. My vision blurred as I rolled onto my back. I could barley glance to where John was walking up to me. "I've waited a long time for this." He said as he cocked his Desert Eagle. But right before he was about to pull the trigger, a horde of zombies tackled him and devoured him. "Well, that took care of that problem." I said under my breath. "...But it also made a new one." I started to try and get up to my feet slowly without being noticed, but as soon as I straightened up, one of the zombies turned its head and hissed at me. Then, I ran as fast as I could. The horde would be upon me soon. I reached into my pocket to pull out my .44 Magnum, but...it...wasn't...there. The thought that I was surrounded by zombies without a weapon made me stop dead in my tracks. But I quickly regained my senses when I heard growling and hissing right behind me. I started running as fast as my tired legs would carry me. But I was starting to slow down. I was hungry, my legs were burning, and my shoulder was still throbbing. I ducked into an alley before the zombies turned the corner. I started backing up more into the alley as I heard the zombies coming closer. But then another sound caught my attention. There were footsteps behind me. I whipped around only to come face-to-face with a dark figure before blacking out.
I hope you enjoyed Part 2 of Project Z! Still, you can continue the story in your own way, and if you want to do it, you should do it ASAP because if nobody does it for this part (just like the last) then I will take away the opportunity and continue it myself. But I would love it if any of you would leave comments on how I should get out of this mess! (Reffering to the story) I will choose my favorite option out of all of them (just know that it could still be mine). Also the winner of the option ''contest'' (above) will be featured in my story! All you have to do is tell me what kind of roll you want to have. Such as:
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Weapon:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Good luck, and see you all next time!
NOTE: The questions above are for the story only. It is your descision to share personal information or not.
submitted by MinecraftKid, age 11, Planet Earth
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Name: Elliot.
Gender: Male.
Age: 16
Weapon: Nunchucks, swords, bow and arrows, staffs,anything but guns. Why not guns? Because it's easier to swing your sword and kill zombies randomly than to aim and fire.
Likes: Cheese, Milk, kittens, Living.
Dislikes: Zombies.
Personality: Very serious. He has a scottish accent.
This is to hopefullly help this thing forward, MK. Hmmmm..... M K, Mine craft Kid. Like ze nickname?
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Project Z Part 6
SO SORRY I haven't wrote in this in such a LONG time, it's just that I went away for 10 days! Anyways, you don't want to hear about my life, you want to hear about survival! NOW READ PROJECT Z PART 5!!!!!
"That went well, huh?" I said, a bit irritated. "Charley, tell me again why you have an RPG?" "Well, if you didn't read the comment down below..." He replied. "What?" Lestrade said. "Ne'rmind. SIGHHHhhhhh......" Charley said. "What was that, Charley?" Lestrade asked. "............." "Charley?" "................." "CHARLEY!!!" Letrade yelled. "Hm?" Charley replied. Lestrade face-palmed. "What was that giant 'sigh' for?" Lestrade asked. "Whelp, it all started back in 197-" He was cut short by Lestrade. "Just get to the point." Lestrade said. "Hmph. As I wuz SAYIN', BACK in 1971, I had a BFWC, and-" "What's a BFWC?" I asked. "A Best Friend With Cheese, obviously." He replied. "Oh." "So, as I was sayin', I had a BFWC, and me and him, well me and Elliot, that was his name, y'see, me and Elliot would go up to people's houses sellin' cheese to those in need." "...And why does this bring you sorrow right now?" Lestrade asked. "'Cause he's dead, now! I watched him fall of this here buildin' into water!" Charley said, choked up by sadness. "WHO'S DEAD?!" Said a voice in the distance. "*GASP* ELLIOT!!!! Charley yelled as he got up and ran towards the voice. A few minutes later, he came back with someone, which we knew to be Elliot. "Uh...Hi, guys...?" Elliot said nervously, in a scottish accent. "It's okay, Elliot! We're nice people!...At least I think so....." I said, trying to calm him down. It didn't work. He just kept shoving cheese into his mouth and chewing nervously. "Where does all that cheese come from?" Lestrade asked. "He has a magical cheese pouch. Whatever he needs, it gives him! Er, made of cheese, that is. He's got cheese nun-chuks, cheese spears, you name it, he's got the cheese!" Charley said. "Uh, you forgot to say the different kinds of cheeses." Elliot said. "Oh, uh sorry." Charley said. "It's alright, Charley." Elliot said. "You..uh..wouldn't happen to have any Swiss, would you...?" I asked. "Why, I do, me laddie!" Elliot said, handing me some pieces of swiss cheese with a grin on his face. After I was finished, we just sat there for a few minutes in silence. "Well," Lestrade said, "we should get going." "I agree." I said. As we were walking, we were passing a house with boards across the windows. I could have sworn that the doorknob turned, but I just descided it was my imagination. As I turned away, I heard a small creak. I turned my head and saw that the door was open, to reveal a pitch black interior. "Hey, Lestrade" I said, tapping him on the shoulder. "Lestrade?" But he was too deep in a conversation to hear me, or notice me drift off from the group, towards the doorway. As I got closer, I heard scuffling inside. I turned my back to the doorway to shout for Lestrade's attention, but I couldn't even get a single noise out of my mouth before I got grapped and yanked into the house. The door slammed shut, making a loud bang. I hoped it was loud enough for the group to hear. Suddenly, I felt something piercing the skin on my right arm. I screamed, fearing that what just happened was my worst nightmare.
Ooh! A cliffhanger!
I hope you enjoyed project Z part 6! Just to let you know, until further notice (so I don't have to keep wrighting about it) whenever you give me your character, I will put you in the story, unless I directly say that I can't. So anyways, thank you SO MUCH for reading, and I hope you are looking forward to the next part as much as I am!
See you next time, guys & girls!
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OH MY GOSH!!!!!! Aaaaargh that's a cliffhanger!!!!
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Hmm.... What if it IS zombie poison, but something about your DNA somehow mutated the virus into something that actually helped you? OR IT'S THE CHEESE YOU ATE!!!! DUNDUN DUUUUUUN!! Nah, probably not, but it would be cool if their was some way to fight against the zombies by either converting them back or just making them back into normal dead bodies.
For instance, what if a certain hormone, let's say the the thing that makes you grow a unibrow or something actually makes you IMMUNE to the zombies.
Gosh, that's a real morale booster. Instead of being converted to kill your friends when the zombies scratch you you'll just die when they tear you to shreds. Gee, thanks.
Pepper..... That's actually a good thing.
Yep, when your soul departs your body it'll be a nice thought that you won't have killed your friends and will have simply sacrificed your LIFE for ten seconds of etheral bliss for them until they get killed too.
Wow, Pepper, wow.
Thanks. *Disappears*
UGH. Nevermind her.
Or maybe it isn't the zombie virus but instead something that'll help you? Which would make a better story?
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