Also fun for the weekend, if you didn’t take my suggestion yesterday, is reading the stories that I have on this here blog. You can find them on the My Stories tab at the top of my page. I have a Star War fan fiction. A Left 4 Dead fan fiction.
I also have 3 different comic book-type stories. There’s Dead Set, which is my serious one. Captain Procrastination is my off-the-wall goofy one. And DICO is…. well…. DICO is somewhere in the middle.
I’ve also done a short Superman fan fiction, and a Spider-Man one as well, but I haven’t added them to that page yet for some reason. I suppose I could do that now, while I’m thinking about it, but I’m channeling my inner Captain Procrastination at the moment. Oh, well. Maybe next time.
Speaking of “next time”, that’s when I’ll see you again, dear readers!
Hey everyone. This is the final chapter in Fall of Troy. I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you have any thoughts, or questions, feel free to post them in the comments. If you don’t feel comfortable commenting or asking questions publically, feel free to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
She tried to make sense of what was going on as she laid flat on her back, staring at the sky. The tank was in front of her, but she had been thrown to the side. It also hurts a hell of a lot more when thrown concrete hits you, she knew from experience. Someone screamed Wildcat’s name again, so she turned her head towards the sound. Spartan sat a few feet away from her. He was trying to revive a bloody Wildcat.
Rocket and Rebel pulled their triggers within a second of each other. The dual shotgun blasts killed the hunter on top of Panther and threw it off of her. Rebel pulled her sister off the ground while Rocket protectively stood over them.
Bulldog hit the hunter on top of Wildcat in the jaw with the butt of her shotgun, knocking it off of him. Quickly turning it around, she shot once, pumped, and shot it again. It fell to the ground. Looking down at him, Bulldog said, “I’m getting a little tired of always having to save your ass.” Continue reading →
PRESENT DAY – ERLANGER, KENTUCKY
“Wow,” Panther said as they sat around their safe house. “Our story is pretty boring compared to that.”
“Yeah,” Rocket continued. “As soon as the outbreak started, Rebel’s boyfriend started turning his semi’s trailer into this safe house. He was a big hunter, so he already had all of these rifles and shotguns. I have no idea where he got all this ammo, though.”
“We’ve been in here ever since he finished it,” Rebel picked up. “A couple of times we’ve had to go out and pick up some food, but we’ve pretty much been in here the whole time.” Continue reading →
The sound of Spartan’s pipe bomb was like an angelic choir to Trojan. While those closest to him, and his group, stayed, the rest of the zombies chased after the explosive. What appeared to be between twenty and thirty of them were crowded around it when it finally blew. Chunks of body parts went flying in every direction. Trojan quickly finished off those closest to him and turned his attention over to his wife.
Raider was having a tough time before the pipe bomb. She was barely keeping the zombies back. Both she and her daughter were bleeding. She had managed to put her back against a tall median, so the zombies couldn’t get behind them, but there were still too many. If she didn’t get help soon, they’d both be in trouble. Continue reading →
The trip from Dayton to Cincinnati had been a grueling one. Trojan’s group had picked up seven more people on the road, but had lost all seven, plus two of the four members of the Bird Squad. This made Trojan a little uneasy as they hadn’t even made it inside the city yet. They were still on the outskirts. Raider could tell what he was thinking and put her hand on his shoulder to reassure him.
Before heading any further, Trojan huddled the nine remaining members of the group up. “We’re running low on food. Wildcat, You take the rest of the ‘animals’ and start going up the off-ramps we come to. Look for stores, gas stations, or whatever. Only check the ones visible from the highway, that way we can watch your backs. I doubt you’ll find much in them, but we’ll take anything you can get.” Continue reading →