《Plants VS Zombies Post Apocalyptic Fanfic》Chapter 5 The Flower
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Through the doors was a massive room. Along each wall was a set of double doors and throughout the room were destroyed barricades. Someone tried to use overturned chairs, sofas, and exercise equipment as protection.
Steven didn't see any bullet holes anywhere, so maybe the survivors left this somewhere safer, like the mall? His team moved through the wreckage, barely making any sound. Sam spotted something and gestured forward. They headed towards a door with a sign. The sign had the picture of a staircase on it.
Sam approached the door and peeked inside. As Steven and Frank approached, Sam started waving madly, while staring into the other room. Her hand was gesturing for everyone to back the hell up. Sam carefully moved away from the door and rejoined the group. A hand landed on Steven's shoulder.
It was Hank, and he pointed to another door with the same staircase sign. Sam realized that and took point on that door. She gestured an all-clear and the group continued.
“Update,” Steven whispered, as they entered a smaller hallway. There were elevators at the far wall and more doors. Sam leaned in and whispered back.
“Seven Plus,” Sam said, as she rushed ahead again. Hank looked confused but nodded understandingly when she said the number.
Seven zombies spotted and likely more? Steven thought as he glanced back. He gulped back saliva. Steven had come up with this code system months ago and with some additions by Sam and Frank. It worked.
Sam checked the first door and waved an all-clear, She entered and Steven heard her run up something. Suddenly faint gunfire filled the air.
“Sam!” Frank shouted and rushed in the door.
“Frank shut up,” Steven said, barely above a whisper. He and Hank chased after him and enter the room. They found Frank and Sam on the stairs. Frank was holding his nose.
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“You idiot that gunfire's not me. The other teams must have run into some zombies outside.” Sam whispered as Frank looked up. His nose looked a little red. “Sorry I was trying to cover your mouth.”
“This is just great. He's a loudmouth too?” Hank muttered as he looked out the door. “Good they didn't hear that. Hey, Steve was he the last guy you recruited?”
“Hey...? ” Frank complained, as he rubbed his nose. “Being the loud guy isn't always a bad thing. Remember that last time?”
“I'm trying to forget it. ” Sam whispered. “I recall you barely survived being the bait. If team three and two weren't there....”
“Guys, we don't have time for this,” Steven added.
“Yes, I know. Can we continue then?” Frank muttered as he picked up his hunting rifle off the ground. Steven realized he had dropped it, to grab this nose.
With Sam leading the way and Hank taking up the rear. They climbed the thirteen floors and found a door. The gunfire outside the door became louder. Sam creaked it open and sunlight poured in. She glanced outside before stepping through. the rest soon followed.
The sunlight blinded Steven for a moment, as the four walked out onto the roof. The gunfire was coming from below. Sam ran over to the edge and looked down. She yelped, raised her rifle, and started shooting.
“Sam stop! Save your ammo.” Frank shouted as he and Hank ran over too. “Oh Damn! That's a lot.”
“See this is what I mean, we would have been down there," Hank added, as he stepped away from the edge.
Steven ran over and look down. Below was a large horde of zombies. They were surrounding the mall's barricades. Steve could see teams one, two, and three stuck behind the walls. They must have rushed back inside after the horde appeared. His team was stuck outside. a small part of the horde broke off and moved toward the hotel.
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“Crap, some of them are heading this way,” Steven shouted over Sam's gunfire. He turned from the edge. “Quick someone come help me block the door. I'm sure the ones downstairs heard all this.”
Sam paused to reload. Frank and Steven rushed back to the doorway and slammed it shut. They pulled out two tiny hammers and started putting nails into the floor and doorframe.
“Hey, I think you all need to come to see this,” Hank shouted as Steven looked up from his hammering. Hank was nowhere to be seen. “Because it's freaking me out.”
“Mr. Thinker we're a little busy at the moment,” Steven shouted as he hammered another nail into the roofing panels. “Can it wait?”
“NO, it can't! This thing's staring at me.” Hank shouted. “And it's bulletproof. I shot it and everything.”
“Ok, I got to see this,” Frank said, as he abandoned the door and ran off. Steven cursed and grabbed another nail. “Holy crap what is that!? Why does it have eyes!? Sam, we need a Machete!”
“Ok fine. But this better not be a trick.” Sam said as the gunfire behind Steven stopped. A moment later a single gunshot filled the air. “Hell, what is that thing?”
“Damn it. Hank, already tried shooting it.” Frank said. The only gunfire came from the street below. “Steven, get over here. Forget the nails.”
“Alright fine. I got most of them in any way.” Steven said, as he stood and glanced around. He couldn't see any of them. The roof had a few large metal vents and the main staircase door. He walked around the door and spotted Hank, Sam and Frank. They were all staring at something that was behind a vent. “Ok, what are you all staring at?”
Steven walked over and spotted a flash of yellow. Then a shape took form, a giant sunflower. It was taller than all of them, with almost fifteen bright yellow petals, one had a bullet hole in it. The sunflower then turned to face him. It had two large eyes where some of the seeds would have been. Normally sunflowers had black seeds, But this freak of nature was a rainbow. Steve reached for his shotgun but thought better of it.
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8 198For Justice! - A Tale Of Paladins And Hammers
Gabriel Norris always did his best to be a kind man, he fed the poor and homeless, gave to charity, volunteered at animal shelters and even worked as a Red Cross medic for a living, he tryed to do his best to help even when it put him in danger. But sadly the brave and the kind ones always seem to be the first ones to go. As Gabriel's government become increasingly tyrannical and power hungry, Gabriel stages a peaceful protest against recent government practices, he is told to cease and desist or he would be jailed, he refuses. thus instead of being just being a good man Gabriel becomes a hero, a martyr. But heroism is never without it's price as Gabriel lays there slowly dying of dehydration, for the first time in all his life he prays. "Gods or Demons or whatever out there that might be in between, i have never asked anyone else for anything before, i have devoted my entire life to giving to those who had nothing and never asked anything in return, now i ask you for just one favor. Don't let this be the end of my story, just give me the chance and potential to help in some way more significant than feeding one poor soul when a million more are still starving. i don't just want to help in these small ways, i want to change the entire world for the better, just don't let this be the end... And as he lied there and the last breath wheezed through the air, and the final synapses and neurons went quite, something answered.
8 60The Chronicles of Shard: Never a Name Spoken
Shard, a world drowned, yet dotted with islands, is set at odds in a war older than memory. One, Lagoon, feels remarkably at peace. With the war far from their shores, they’re free to focus on a greater concern . . . the witch. Imprisoned upon Gabriel’s Tear, a nearby rock jutting from the sea, the witch crooned powerless in all her telepathic fury. Though all were awash with fear, should they wander within range of her all-seeing eye. Bedtime stories were told to keep children in check, lest they be whisked away in the night and devoured. None dared speak her name. Ciroc, a young boy, was soon to be enmeshed in her future . . . and that of the council, who controlled all in an iron grip. Not even Mother Sea could predict the outcome. Woe be to this blue planet. Woe be to this blue marble called Shard.
8 162The Chronicle of the Ex-God of War Who's Given a Second Chance
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8 303I MISS YOU ~ c. sturniolo
[ ✏️ ]𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇he dies and she writespoems to keep her mind at ease.𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇she learns to acceptwhat has happened.●∘◦❀◦∘●∘◦❀◦∘●∘◦❀◦∘●∘◦❀◦∘chris sturniolo x fem!oc a short story of poemlowercase intended© { sidesturniolo 26/09/22 }[ ✏️ ]
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