Zombies on the Interstate - Chapter 32 Updated 2/12 on pg 30 (Page 6 of 17)
If it's Allah's will the bullet will strike the head. |
"You will know you are in a nuclear attack by the bright flash, loud explosion, widespread destruction, intense heat, strong winds and the rising of a mushroom cloud." - Rand Corporation Pocket Edition Survival Guide
| Excellent read. Good story. I've taken the liberty of putting it all together and put it in word format. I also did a little spell and grammer check. The lack of g's was bothering me. Let me know if you want me to post it all together. |
What's this weapon's name, Private Pyle?
Sir, the private's weapon's name is Charlene.
NRA Member
Sir, the private's weapon's name is Charlene.
NRA Member
What would happen if Allah's will had his followers rose from the grave to eat the flesh of the living? John |
كاف | kis ikht hizbola
and i said... dirka dirka mohammad jihad
and i said... dirka dirka mohammad jihad
Like Jesus? wait, WE eat HIS flesh. phew. *puts away the shotgun* |
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3???? I can come up with 3.... Peter from the original is the preacher in the remake, in fact he quotes himself. Roger from the original is that military officer in the remake. The gang leader from the original is the sherriff (the one who coins the term "twitchers") in the remake. |
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ARgh!!! Wheres the story!!! I just spent 2 hours reading all 11 pages of this thread! ur killin me here!!! But it's a great story, u should clean it up some (WHEN UR DONE) and send it to some publisher that likes zombie stories, and if that don't work, try the movie people! |
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His name is Tom Savini, head make artist up for DOTD 78, he had speaking parts in both movies. As the Sheriff in DOTD 04 and as "Blades" in DOTD 78. Scott Reiniger was also in both movies , Roger in DOTD78 and "The General" in DOTD04 Can't forget Peter, AKA Ken Foree and his famous quote which he delivers on both films " When there's no more room in hell the daed will walk the earth" Crap , you beat me by almost three mins |
"pax vobiscum"
| Dang, I'm sad I really liked this story. Is this what happens? Guy gets off to a great start and then it just peters out? Committment it's a tough bitch! I know he is busy, but he is the one who sucked us all in with a good story. This might even turn me off to future stories, I hate to get into them and then no closure. |
I hear ya, but be patient, I am sure he won't keep us waiting too much longer.
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kinda like a drug dealer, now were all hooked, and waiting for him to get a another ship ment of the good stuff to dole out 
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Keep your panties on! We haven't heard from him in 3 days (2 and 1/2 days at the time of your post), and in his last communication he SAID that work was busting his balls ...... Don't write it off like that yet. Patience is a virtue ..... and I'm sure more will come soon this weekend 
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If Guns cause Crime, then Matches cause Arson.
I've been addicted to internet writers forums for a long time . Sites like TB2K , Frugal's , Raptormans Hotel 23 , Domain Dusk , etc ... On average about 50% of the stories just dwindle away without finishing . It's irritating , but that's the way it is , As for this story . I think artyboy has more for us . In the mean time you could look into the sites I listed above and read some of the completed stories in them . There are hundreds of really good stories out there , if you take the time to look . |
Yeah ....... Whatever
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Maybe, just maybe, he's finishing the story so he can give us a chapter a day. I read a few chapters and then cut and pasted to read tonight. Just for personal use, hope thats o.k. Thank you for your time, I would even make a donation. Writers gotta make a living too. Oops, 58 pages with 10 point type. better put more paper in the copy machine. |
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Aw hell! If I were him I wouldn't give you scum sucking, bottom feeding low life another chapter until those who have offended this great Author of our time a, "I'm sorry" (you know who you are.) So that being said I just want "artyboy" to know I will put my dog back in to the fridge and closed the door until another chapter is posted........ Ooops! Got to go, I think he's crying. |
| You guys are aware that this and a ton of other stories are posted at www.tacticalunderground.us/forum/viewforum.php?f=10, right? You may find a few stories to tide you over until artyboy is ready to post again..... |
I WANT THIS ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MOMMIE Im sorry arty |
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Sorry guys. Let's see how many excuses I can come up with. Work really has been busting my balls. The transmission on my truck just went out on Thursday which didn't help things. I've been looking for a cheap beater car to get me by until I can afford to get that fixed. Yesterday was the first day that I had time to sit down and write. I got about half of the chapter finished and then there was a power surge in my house and it reset my computer. Naturally my dumb ass hadn't saved anything up until that point. After that happened I got called into work, anyway. Today is my birthday so I had to do a bunch of crap with family and friends (they would not let me out of it). I have not abandoned this story and once things settle down a bit I hope to get back to writing a chapter per day again. Oh and if anyone in CO is selling a reliable, decently fuel efficient car cheap PM me .
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Sorry to hear about the computer. What were you using to write the story? If it was an editor instead of just an ar15.com text box, there's a fairly high likelyhood that it's saved in a temp file somewhere (depending on which software is in use, etc.) |
Nah it's cool. I'm not hard up for cash. I'm just really busy :). |
| Hey I'm jones'ing real bad for the next chapter man. I'll send ya some paypal for another hit. Damn I think I need another beer. No really I'd pay for the next chapter maybe just a couple of dollers but my name is Kalikraven and I'm a "Zombies on the Intersate" addict. |
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Disregard the last couple of sentances in my last entry. They were way too bland for me to leave them how they were. I've also updated the next 4 chapters and changed some things around. Let you know whether or not you like it more. Chapter 21 Liz took her time driving back to the house. On the way Cecil and Steve told everyone about how they'd made it from the road where Liz had joined them back to the edge of their property. After Liz left with the group Cecil and Steve decided that the best way to conserve ammo was to continue moving. As many of the dead as there were they didn't want to risk the trees that they were perched in being swarmed. It was obvious that they didn't have enough ammo to fight their way out of a situation like that. They both knew the countryside very well so they made their way back to their property and found the 4x4 trail that they all used regularly. They made their stand there until everyone else showed up. "So then ya'll showed up and we lit them suckers up," Cecil finished with his story. "So where did you get the M-16s?" Amy asked them. Steve chuckled at that. "These aint M-16s honey. These are AR-15s. They're the civilian version of the M-16." "The only differance is that you can't fire these on full auto," Cecil interupted. Eric was watching the whole conversation through the rear view mirror and he didn't like the amount of interest Amy was showing them. He wasn't sure why he was getting so worked up about it. He just dismissed it and decided that he wouldn't let himself get jealous. They finally broke out of the woodline and onto the edge of the field. In the distance they could make out the farm but it was still almost a mile away. Liz stopped the truck and started looking in that direction as if something interested her. "Son of a bitch," she suddenly said. "Hold on tight," she yelled to everyone in the truck. Then she started cruising down the trail a lot faster than Eric thought felt safe. "What in the heck are you doin, momma?" Steve asked as he bounced around in the back seat. "There's somethin wrong up at the house," she yelled back. "Well why don't you just radio back?" Cecil asked. "Because we've got both of the walkie talkies with us and there's no CB in here," she replied. "You guys aint got a CB in this thing?" Cecil asked Eric. "Who in the hell doesn't put a CB in their truck!" "Who in the hell does?" Eric retorted. "It's not like I'm a trucker for Christ's sake!" He was getting sick of their condescending attitude. "Will you two stop arguin?!" Liz yelled at them. That quieted them all down. Liz slowed the truck down as they started getting closer to the house. The trail wrapped along the edge of the woodline so that they couldn't see the house from where they were. Up ahead there was a truck parked along the side of the trail. Two men with rifles were scrambling to climb into it. Liz slammed on the brakes as the men got their truck started and tried to turn it around. Cecil and Steve both grabbed their guns and jumped out of the Bronco. The truck was already in the field frantically trying to turn around. The men in the cab were panicing. One was fumbling with a radio. Before they could get turned around Steve and Cecil each emptied ten rounds into their window. The shots surprised Eric. "What in the fuck are you doing?" he yelled. "We're defending our property," Steve said as he and Cecil ran up to the truck. He opened the door and the passenger spilled out. The gaping hole in his face said that he'd been hit in the head so they didn't worry about him. The driver had suffered the same fate. Cecil reached in and keyed the mic on the CB. There was nothing but static on the other end. Then he reached in and changed the channel. "Kevin, this is Steve, over," he said into the mic. He repeated it two more times and then changed the channel. Once again he repeated himself and still got nothing but static back. "There's something wrong," he told Cecil and Eric. "We need to get back to the house right now." He signalled for Liz to pull up. Eric nodded his agreement. "Let's go," he said as he started back towards the truck. Cecil grabbed his arm. "We're walkin," he told him. "It's not much farther and if there's somebody up there when we pull around in the Bronco they'll probably just light us up." Eric realized that they were right. "Lead the way then." Liz parked next to them and then they explained the situation. She agreed that they couldn't just go charging in with the Bronco if someone was waiting for them. They immediately decided that Jon, Amy and Liz would stay with the truck while Eric, Cecil and Steve would scout out the house. If it was clear they'd radio back. Otherwise they'd come back and form another plan. As they were rushing off towards the woodline they heard the roar of more trucks coming down the trail. They were moving fast. Liz put the Bronco in reverse and pulled away while Cecil, Steve and Eric all hid in the trees. The trucks that came around the curve in the trail surprised them all at first. There were two of them. They were both Blazers with Sheriff department markings. They didn't have their lights on but they were moving fast. They slammed on their brakes when they saw the other truck that had just been shot up. When they saw the Bronco they all got out of their trucks with shotguns and AR-15s in their hands. There were four men. One of them was a sheriff's deputy judging by his uniform. The deputy raised his gun up as if to shoot at the Bronco but Steve didn't even give him time to put his finger on the trigger. He shot the man in the head dropping him instantly. Cecil had a bead on the next man but as soon as they realized they were being shot at they all ducked and scrambled for cover as best they could. Once Steve and Cecil started shooting Eric joined in. Liz and Jon were already out of the Bronco shooting at them, too. With fire coming from two differant directions the three men were quickly overwhelmed. The firefight only lasted about ten seconds. None of the men were moving when it was over. Steve, Cecil and Eric all walked out of the woodline to survey the grizzly scene. Liz pulled the Bronco up and they all got out. Just to make sure that the men would stay dead Steve put a bullet in each of their heads that didn't already have one. Eric slowly walked up to the bodies in shock. "We just killed a cop," he said. "Yeah and I recognize that mother fucker, too," Cecil said. "He came to our house yesterday sayin that we had to turn over our supplies and join up with him. The sheriff's puttin together some kind of posse. We told him we could take care of ourselves and slammed the door in his face." "Yeah, I remember that guy," Steve interrupted. "He kept goin on about how we were gonna be sorry as he was walkin back to his car. I didn't think the son of a bitch would try something like this." Suddenly a voice came over the CB. "Willie, this is Tom, over." The voice repeated itself twice. "Do you copy?" Eric immediately recognized the voice. He just stood there looking at the CB in denial. "Holy shit, dude," Jon said. "It's Tom!" "You know that guy?" Cecil asked. "Yeah," Eric told him. Then he picked up the CB. "Hey Tom, you remember me?" The voice on the other side was silent for a moment. Finally it spoke again. "Well I'll be damned," the voice crackled. "You know as soon as we found your buddy Greg here I figured you'd be close by. He told me you was dead, though." "I should've killed you when I had the chance," Eric spat. "Yeah you probably should have," Tom replied. "It wouldn't have made no differance anyway, though. I'm just the radio man. Here, I'll let you talk to my boss." A second later another voice came over the radio. "This is Sheriff's Deputy Bob Johnson," the voice explained. "You're all hereby charged with kidnapping, grand theft auto, supply hoarding, resisting arrest and murder in the first degree. You have twelve hours to turn yourselves in or your friend and children will be tried and punished in your place. If you come after them they'll be killed. We'll be taking your supplies as due compensation." "That son of a bitch," Liz said. She grabbed the mic from Eric's hand. "Who in the hell do you think you are?" she spat into the mic. "We had no idea those were your men. You can't blame us for defending our property!" "I've given you your options. If you don't turn yourselves in then your kids and your friend are probably dead," the deputy said. "Things have changed around here," he added. "You should've joined us when you had the chance. It would've been better for all of us." Eric thought he could hear genuine regret in the man's voice. |
