I WANTED TO WRITE THIS BECAUSE I JUST LOVE LAND OF THE DEAD

PART 1

WHAT ARE YOU TAKLING ABOUT

I woke up on a saturday morning waiting for to get ready for church. i walk in the kitchen and the smile on my parents faces. they smile and say good morning. After im done with my warm breakfast i turn on the radio to listen to my favorite comedy. I turn the wheel on the dial and instead of hearing laughter i hear tears. "I DONT WHAT WE CAN DO" "but it seams like the dead are coming back to life. we cant barrie any body there is no time fore it. there is a place were every body can go fidlers green. but for now we have to take up arms. go to the nearest convinence store and get weapons and food. OH MY GOD PLEASE NO NO AHHHH." It was so disterbing i could here him scream fo help when nobody could. "well my dad said we have to get out of here were going to leave in 30 seconds" as we packed assentials i looked at my mom who was in tears. I tried to confort her but no luck if we didnt give her any coffe i think she might have passed out. as we were about to leave I looked at my house on more time and under my breath said "goodbye". as we walked down the street knocking on doors getting people to come with us> most people thought we were crazy. "this same thing happend when the man read the war of the wars on air". as we got down to the last door I nocked on it and got my best friend out. all in all we had about 20 people (at this point you might think why dont we drive well we couldnt there was no oil in the whole west coast area). as we walked out on the high way cluthcing my gun. but it felt like no one was there i mean there was us but it felt like i was the last person on the earth.

to be continued...

i hope you liked what i wrote tommorow ill write more

[url=http://www.hlfallout.net/forums/index.php?showtopic=46351]ORIGINAL STORY[/url]

"9AM? Goddammit." I always hated waking up early on Saturdays, but my parents always made me go to church and I had no choice but to do as they say. Why did things have to be this way? When was the last time I got more than five hours of sleep? Will I ever--

"Mr. Richard Smith, come here at this very moment!"

- "Coming, mom"

I'm Richard Smith. 13 years old. Also a tax collector.

I quickly brushed my teeth and decided to put on some clothes. It was rather warm and sunny, so a black shirt and some jeans would fit me just fine. With nothing else to do I decided to go downstairs and get something to eat.

The day felt rather... odd. Usually, I'd hear the sound of cars driving past my house in the morning, drones mindlessly going to work and forever doomed to keep repeating the process.

Instead, I heard nothing,

I grabbed the mp3 player in my jeans' left pocket and switched to radio mode, no way I'd survive on a Sunday without listening to my favorite comedy. "What is the root of all the world's problems? Religion!" Hah.

As I entered the kitchen I noticed no one was there. No one in proximity gave me a chance to eat some cheerios. But first, I decided to look around the house just to be safe . Where was my mother? I hadn't seen her yet. And what about my father? Where was he? I better not think about that...

I grabbed the box of cheerios resting in one of the kitchen drawers and poured it inside a bowl, then slowly started mashing them with my fists. Having no idea how much time I had left I hurried to grab a straw resting close to the kitchen sink and placed it on what was left of the cheerios. "Ahhhhh, that's the stuff." I mumbled as the magical cheerio dust entered my nose. Not a bad way to start the day.

Suddenly, I heard the front door get kicked open. Quickly putting the cheerio bowl next to the sink I decided to see what was going on.

"Oh my, God. I can't believe this they don't look human!" my father started muttering as he locked the door.

"What are you talking about?" I replied as I wiped some cheerio leftovers below my nostrils.

"The radio! The radio! It was right all along!" he screamed as he ran towards our living room. "Turn it on! Turn it on!!", he was hysterical. What was he talking about?

I quickly followed him to the living room and turned the radio, as I turned the wheel on the dial I was expecting to hear laughter. Yes. This had to be some kind of joke. Instead, I heard tears. Human sadness hitting the ground. Tears.

My father broke down "I don't... what we can do? What can we do?! What can we do?! Your mother, I left her outside..."

I clenched my fists. "You old fool! Do you have any idea of what you have done?"

"Richard, we must do something..."

"Dad, let's go to the weapons store first, and you better tell me what's going on around here."

However, he didn't need to tell me what had happened to the world, it was pretty clear once I stepped outside. The dead were coming back to life.

I saw one of them sprint towards me, my first instinct was to grab its head and twist it a bit. [i]Craaaak[/i] I heard as a smile formed on my face and I felt my pants become tighter.

"You killed him! You killed him!" repeated my father.

"Old timer, we can't bury anybody, there is no time for it."

We quickly ran towards the gun store in the city. The question wasn't whether we'd make it, but whether we'd find my mother or not.

We reached the gun store and I kicked down the door, it wasn't one of the best ideas I've had during the day, but there was no other option.

Inside the store I found the owner close to the cash-box, he was holding a shotgun and his brains were splattered all over the wall. Classy.

Suddenly, I heard crying coming from the back room, I rushed there only to find my mother sitting in a corner.

I was shocked. "Mother, how did you get in here?!"

"The door.. it was open before... then I locked it and saw that man then ran here." she spastically answered.

"You killed him! You killed him!" my father ran into the room screaming.

"Dad, what in the world are you--"

What happened next was something I couldn't have predicted, my father grabbed the shotgun the owner was holding, aimed it at his head and blew his brains out.

"Goddammit."

"Oh no, Ricky!" my mother cried out as she broke down in tears.

"Mother, pull yourself together! We need to get some weapons from her then go to the mall, we need food. Do you think you can drive the owner's car? I found his keys in his pocket."

"I... I think I can."

Time was running out, I quickly grabbed a shotgun and an UZI then proceeded to strap an ammo belt across my torso. "Let's go, mom." I let out as we walked towards the exit.

As we arrived at the mall I thought I could hear a man screaming "Oh my God, please no... AHHHH!!!". I asked my mother and she replied by telling me it must have been the wind, it was so disturbing I thought, I could hear him screaming when nobody else could. Was I imagining this?

While walking through the mall and getting supplies I found a woman sitting on the ground "this same thing happend when the man read the war of the wars on air" she kept repeating over and over. I decided to ignore her and move on, mall was going to get overrun by zombies soon.

I turned around and looked at my mother who was grabbing some food "Mom, we have to get out of here, we are leaving in thirty seconds."

We quickly packed the essentials such as water and bread then put it back in the car and drove off.

When we drove past of what was left of my home I couldn't help but say "Goodbye" under my breath. Goodbye to my old life, goodbye to my father, goodbye to everything.

Such grim atmosphere didn't last long since our car stopped working, "No gas." my mother said. That's when I remembered there wasn't any oil in the whole West Coast area, beautiful.

Zombies quickly started running towards our car, I managed to hold off the initial wave but soon realized I didn't have enough ammo. I heard my mother scream as the zombies pushed her out of the car and tore her apart. There was no chance of living, but they had killed my mother. "Screw all of you!" I screamed as I loaded one last shell into my shotgun.

[i][b]BOOM[/b][/i] resounded in my ears as all the zombies around the car exploded.

"Come on, don't just stay there" I heard a feminine voice say.

- "Who are you?" I said as I removed the zombie guts from my face and stepped out of the car.

"Sarah Hammer, but you can just call me Sarah. Who was that woman you were with?"

-"She was my mother."

"Oh, sorry about that... hey, um, what's your name?" she asked, noticeably trying to change the topic.

- "Richard Smith"

- "Well, Richard, I have a car with enough fuel to drive us to Las Vegas. What do you say if we go together? You are kinda cute."

"Sure, why not?" I answered as I looked at her body. She seemed as if she were on her late 20's. Pure beauty, I could live with this.

"Watch out!" she screamed. I quickly turned around and shot a zombie in the face with my last shotgun shell. [url=http://www.eatchain.com/garbage/sunset.mp3]"We should go." She told me.

-"Agreed."[/url]

We quickly got into her car and drove away. As we drove into the sunset she took out a blunt from her pocket and lightened it up "Do you mind?" she asked.

I looked at the road and said "It's alright, Sarah. I'm high as hell."

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As Richard Smith looked up he noticed El Inspector looking at him. "What the hell?! You're not dead?!" Richard screamed.

"Follow me, Richard" El Inspector said.

"How can you be alive?" Richard asked with his eyes staring in disbelief.

"When you threw me away after eating my brain... I fell on a cryogenic chamber. My brain regenerated and lost tissue was regenerated using the body of a man connected to the main chamber system, Mipac."

The young boy known as Richard couldn't think of anything, he looked at his feet then the ground until El Inspector spoke. "Follow me."

Richard and El Inspector went back to the underground lair, none of them exchanging words during the walk. The sound of roaches walking around the floor was all they could hear.

Once they arrived to the secret lair the door closed behind Richard. He then turned around, startled because of the sound, and looked back at El Inspector only to see he had disappeared.

"Do you know... how I got this job?" said El Inspector.

Richard looked to his left only to realize the voice was coming from inside a cardboard box. "No, I don't. How did you get it?" Richard asked in a shy, trembling voice.

"Jewbird" said El Inspector, carefully hiding inside the box.

"Jewbird?!" screamed Richard. "That name sounds familiar..."

"Yes, Jewbird... a ton of people also known him as Phoenix."

Richard proceeded to grab one of the many female skin-suits hanging from the walls. He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts "Yes, it's all clear now. I remember reading that guy's posts back when I used to read the Half-Life Fallout forums."

"Jewbird." El Inspector said as he accidentally bit his tongue. "Is the one behind all this."

"What?!" Richard was in disbelief, he quickly turned around to look at the Inspector, but found no cardboard box nor El Inspector nearby.

"The virus, he created it out of greed." El Inspector continued. "It all began with a bunch of fat nerds..." he paused for a while, as if the memories still haunted him. "EatChildren, Mr. Bond, SparkyX, Juice." he continued "Back in 2023 Half-Life Fallout was a mess, most members were leaving, many were banned when someone hacked Trooper's account in November 2022, those who still remained on the forums simply used it to spam and troll. That was when Mr. Bond realized he needed someone new, someone who could set things right, that was when Phoenix -now known as Jewbird- came in."

Richard decided to look behind him for the millionth time, only to find the Inspector resting against the semen coated wall and looking at a picture of an old man with a gray mustache. "Did all of this happen... because of Jewbird?" Richard asked while staring at the roaches crawling over a hairy dead corpse on the corner of the room, he observed closely at the cadaver's ID tag attached to its shirt only to find it said "Miniferret".

El Inspector adjusted his tie and kept looking at the picture, "Jewbird started out as a simple moderator and got promoted to admin status three months later, his first few months weren't anything out of the ordinary, he got rid of trolls and his easy-going attitude and cheerful personality proved to be good in attracting new members. Half-Life Fallout was alive again, there was a huge influx of members of all ages, Jewbird's good looks managed to attract a few hundred female members too."

"But how?" interrupted Richard "How could have it ended up like this?"

"The bird got greedy." answered the Inspector "he..."

Suddenly, El Inspector fell on the ground.

"Are you ok?" muttered Richard. "What's going on?"

"The tissue regeneration didn't work!" screamed El Inspector "Mipac's body must be nearly decomposed already. My wound... it apparently mutated into some sort of cancer." he continued as he crawled towards the bed and rested his back against it, not having enough strength to get on the mattress. "The Jewbird got greedy" the Inspector continued as he looked at the ceiling with his neck resting against one of the bedposts "He decided to create a virus to control all of mankind and ensure future generations post in Half-Life Fallout, thus letting him get money when they clicked on the ads. To create the virus he enlisted the help of three mods at the time; EatChildren, SparkyX and Juice, with Mr.Bond as the guinea pig."

"Guinea Pig? Why?" Richard Smith asked as he observed El Inspector slowly die in front of him.

"Jewbird got more popular as months flew by, and as a result Mr.Bond had no option but to give Half-Life Fallout to him. With the only thing he had loved in his life gone, Mr.Bond turned into a hollow shell of a man, never saying a word to anyone, never speaking. This gave Phoenix, I mean, Jewbird, someone to experiment with. The virus he was working on was a success, and to propagate it he injected it into five worms that were later parachuted into various continents. The virus was a success, soon one human was touched by the worm, soon that human touched another human, then soon most of the human race was infected. Those who weren't infected were killed by these... zombies. Your city happened to be the last one infected."

Richard couldn't believe what he was hearing "What about Jewbird? Didn't he control them?" he asked.

"Jewbird disappeared many years ago, nobody knows where he is, not many people know who he is." El Inspector quickly changed the topic "The world governments censored all information related to the outbreak and look at what happened... no more animals... no more humans... the way it should always have been..."

"EatChildren... Juice... SparkyX... Mr.Bond..." said El Inspector "they got banned from real life a long time ago" [url=http://eatchain.com/garbage/hlfisgonetg.mp3]a single tear fell from his left eye[/url] "and soon... I'll be gone too... the last member of Half-Life Fallout."

Richard looked at El Inspector and felt something he hadn't felt in a long time

"Richard, you're still a kid, go out... and do kid things..." El Inspector pulled out a Metal Gear Solid 4 case that was hidden in his suit only to have it fall from his hands seconds later. "If there's one thing I learned... is that the world would be better off without Half-Life Fallout."

Richard's vision was blurry, but he still managed to grab the sticky Metal Gear Solid 4 case from the ground and give it back to El Inspector. The man slowly caressed the case then looked back at Richard.

"This is good... isn't it?" El Inspector said. A few seconds later he dropped the video game case, his body slowly tilted and the upper-half of his torso fell resting against the mattress.

Richard kept looking at the body of the final Half-Life Fallout member. He couldn't hear laughter anymore, only tears.

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