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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:
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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.
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Project Z Part 7
I woke with a start. The pain in my arm wasn't there anymore, and I was glad. I looked at my surroundings. I was in a room with hospital beds, and there was a lamp on a desk beside my bed. Suddenly, I heard two voices from the other side of the door across the room. I didn't recognize the voices, so I pretended to be asleep still. When they came inside, the men came beside my bed. "...and that's how this young boy became the most important person in the world. Most important boy in the world? I assumed that they were looking at a picture of somebody else, but I couldn't help but think that they were talking about me. I slowly opened my eyes. "Ah, look. The boy is awake." One of the men said. "Uh....Who are you and why am I here?" I asked as boldly as I could. "I am Connor. This is Eli. You are here for a very special reason." Conner said. "You are the most important boy in the world right now." Eli said. "Why...how..." I asked slowly. "You may not understand your importance yet," Eli said. "but you have been implanted with the anti-virus." "I have the cure in my blood?!" I asked, surprised. "Yes, you could call it that." Connor replied. "I need to tell my friends!....Which...where...are...they....?" I said slowly. "You can not leave. You are very important. You must stay-" Eli was cut short. "Hey! Why did you grab me, pull me into a building, and stick a needle in my arm, without just asking if me and my FRIENDS if we wanted to get the cure ourselves?!" I asked, outraged. "That would have put our lives in danger, because of the zombies." Connor said. "Well, I'm going to get out of here!" I said as I rose off of the bed. "You can not do that. You must stay." He said as he grabbed my arm. "Hey!" I said as I reached to my pocket where my gun was. But my gun wasn't there. I saw it on a table across the room, and I thought about how I would get it. "Look, I'll stay if you let me get off this bed." I said to Connor. "That is fine. But do not-" He was cut short by me running across the room, and grabbing my gun. "You have to let me leave!" I shouted at them. "Please. Do not do this." Eli said He stepped coler to me. "Don't move any closer!" I shouted at him as I pointed the gun at him. "Please, lower your voice." Connor said sternly. "Why? WHAT"LL HAPPEN IF I SHOUT?!" I shouted. "You're making a big mistake! Just stop-" Eli was cut short by growling and hissing. "What's that?!" I asked them. "You have woken up the test subject in the other room! You must pay!" Conner said as he lunged at me. I sidestepped and he slammed into the zombie that came through the door. "You have made a big mistake. You will pay...." His voice lowered down until it faded away, and his eyes became black. Robots! Who would... I was snapped out of thinking when the zombie turned towards me, after getting fed up with not being able to eat Conner. I turned ran, and jumped out the open window. I was extremely lucky that the building wasn't that high up from the ground. When I landed, my vision was blurry. My head rolled to the side, and I saw a group of people walking my way, before blacking out.
I blacked out AGAIN?! Ha ha! I hope you enjoyed Project Z part 7! Sorry I haven't written in SO long, I just had a LOT of things on my plate, but I FINALLY DID IT!!!
See you next time!
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ARGHHHH I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN SO DARN LONG I JUST CAN'T EVEN-Oh! hi everybody!.....Heh...heh......heh........I AM SO SORRY!!! I haven't continued this in so long! I am so sorry to disappoint everyone....I feel so bad
.....Anyways, you guys probably didn't come here to hear a sad story, but to hear Project Z part...what is it now? 3? 4? Wait-WHAT??!?! 8?!?! Wow! I guess I've been doing this for a while. Anyways! PLEASE ENJOY!!!!!
I woke up at dusk. I was around a small campfire, and there were people sitting around it. "L-Lestrade?" I said to him. "Are you all okay?" "Shh. Easy now, kid. Every-wait, I just realized. I never asked you your name!" He said, looking fascinated. "Um, m-my name?" I said, probably sounding like I was hiding something. "Yeah, your name." He replied. "It's Cy. Cy....um....I can't remember my last name." I said, sounding really confused with myself. "I can't either, buddy!" Charlie called from the other side of the fire. "Me neither! Al'ough, sometimes I feel as if it be at the tip 'o me tongue!" Elliot added. "How do you remember, Lestrade? The whole 'can't remember stuff thing' seems to be happening to everyone." I said. "Uh, pr-probably just came to me one day..." He said as his foice trailed off. "Uh, Lestrade? Are you okay?" I asked him. ".....Whelp! I'd better get some more firewood!" He said as he stood up and spedwalked off, faster than any of us could have inhaled to ask him any further questions. "Hmmm it seems 's though our friend be hidin' somethin' from thee..." Elliot said, his voice trailing off. "You'd better be gettin' some rest, Cy." Charlie said, breaking the silence. "Y-yeah, right." I said, with a distressed tone. "E'reything alright, Laddie?" Elliot asked. "No." I replied, truthfully. I then layed down on an unrolled blanket, staring off into the risining moon, wondering if everything would ever get back to normal. I layed there for about 3 minutes before I heard a gunshot. I instantly shot up from the bed, instinctively looking in the direction where I heard the gunshot come from. I saw a familiar figure running with his shotgun out of its case, with a pack of zombies not far behind him. "RUN!!!" Lestrade shouted. I instantly grabbed the small sack of things that I had, and slung it over my shoulder. I then pulled out my M1911 and turned the safety off. Okay. Deep breath. Deep breath. I pulled the trigger and took out the zombie that was about to reach Lesrade. "Thanks!" He shouted. We started running towards a tall apartment building. "I GUESS YOU DIDN'T FIND ANY FIREWOOD, THEN?" Charlie shouted (to be heard over the growling and hissing) as we were running. "REALLY CHARLIE?? REALLY???" Lestrade yelled. As we were nearing the building, I looked into the windows. Man, this place looks terrible. I thought to myself as I looked into the windows. Except for that one, but the drapes are closed. As I was looking into that window, I saw a head poke through, and quickly disappear behind the curtains. "Guys! I think I saw someone in that window on the third floor!" I shouted as we were nearing the doors. "Highly unlikely, but somewhat possible!" Lestrade shouted back. We then reached the doors. Lestrade jiggled them. "Locked!" He shouted in anger. "Around back, to the fire escape!" Oh, great. Another fire escape. I thought to myself. As we were climbing, I looked back to where Lestrade was helping Elliot up onto the ladder, but the zombies were nearing us. "LESTRADE!!! THEY'RE GETTING CLOSER!!!" I shouted. "Go go go!!!" He said to Elliot as they were climbing. Suddenly, the zombies started piling up onto each other to get to the ladder. Then they started climbing. "GAH!!! RU-I MEAN CLIMB!!!" I shouted. Lestrade then broke away from the ladder, and darted into one of the rooms, the zombies following him. "LESTRADE!!!" We shouted. "GO!!!" He yelled as he continued running inside. As we neared the top, tears stung my eyes. I climbed onto the roof, and helped Charlie and Elliot up. "Come on, me laddies! To the door!" Elliot said, grabbing our arms and pulling us to follow. "Come on!" Charlie said as he reached for the doorknob. He then tried turning it. "Locked!!!" Charlie shouted, panicking. I whipped my head around, looking for any signs of zombies. As soon as I was about to sigh from relief, I saw a hand grab onto the roof. "Lestrade?" I called. No answer. I took a step towards the figure that was climbing up, but Charlie grabbed my arm, preventing me from going any further. Suddenly, the figure climed up, revealing a rotten, bloody face. "Gah!" I shouted. I then turned to the door, banging on it, hoping that somhow, it might work. "Come on! They're getting closer! We need to jump!" Charlie said. "Yes! We must!" Elliot agreed. "No, wait! I hear something on the other side of the door!" I said. "It's probably just a zombie!" Charlie said. But it was too late. The door clicked open, turning on rusted hinges. A figure was standing in the doorway. "LESTRADE!!!" I shouted, hugging him. "We don't have time for chit-chat! We need to get inside!" He said, gesturing for the others to follow. "Come on, Elliot!" Charlie said as they both raced to the door, the zombies close behind. "NOW!" I yelled as Lestrade closed the door. We were all breathing heavily. "Come on, this way." Lestrade said, jerking his head in a direction. "Um, how did you survive?" I asked. "I have my ways. Anyways, let's go!" He said, starting in that direction. As we were walking, we heard a whisper. "Psst! Over here!" It said. We stopped, and looked down a hallway. There was a door that was a crack open, with an eye looking through it. "Come on! What are you waiting for?" The voice said. "N-nothing." I said as we started to run there. As we were entering the room, I looked onto the wall. There was a big 3 in the hallway, stating the floor number.
I hope you guys enjoyed that freakishly long chapter!!! Keep in mind that you can still enter in your own characters! Until next time! BYEEEE!!!
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What?
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My goodness.......this story is cringe level over 9000
I don't hate it, but I might not continue it.......
I'm 13 now, and yeah.....It's been a while
(February 1, 2019 - 9:29 am)
bro
does anybody want me to continue this
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