[Hor] Z-Bombs

Z-Bombs
A speedy red 1961 stingray corvette, flies down the road to the police office, making the turn into the parking lot, much too fast. The car parks at an odd angle and the driver steps out. The driver, a thin and tall man, with brown hair short and spiked hair, blazing blue eyes, struts up to the front door and enters.

While on his way in, he picks up a duel-holster with twin Walther P99’s, with suppressers and laser sights. Checking his watch, his eyes widen and bursts into a run, bolting down the hall while strapping the pistols to his waist. “JOOOOONES!!!!!!” screams the police chief at the top of his lunges. “Uhh... sorry im late chief...” says Daniel Jones. “Dan! this is the 5th blasted time you’ve been late! If your late one more time, your fired, got that?!” the chief bellowed. Short and thin the chief is, But the man can scream louder then an elephant. “Really sorry chief...” I repeated. “Yeah you better be. Now get your butt down to the city mall. Some punks and acting up and they need to be stopped. If you screw this up boy, im gonna give you the beatin of your life.” Without another the word, the chief spun around in his chair, leaving me to let myself out. “You know, he really does like you.” said a voice from behind that startled me. “Hmmph, could’ve fooled me.” the startling voice was the chief’s secretary. The woman should be given an award for living with the chief so long without going bloody insane. “Best be on your way, and take your police jacket, is nippy outside.” she said with a smile on her face. We both loved each other in a kind of grandson and grandmother way. “Thanks, Ella.” I said returning the smile. Once back in my car, I started her up and cut the heat on. “Geez, its getting colder, and colder every day...” I said as a faint shiver went up my back.

Arriving at the mall 30 minutes later, I found the “punks” as chief called them, rather quickly. They weren’t that hard to spot. All 3 of them dressed in black karate Gi’s with black ski masks on shooting airsoft guns and random people. I snuck up on all 3 of them, and screamed at the top of my lungs “DROP THE GUNS! NOW!!!!”. Nearly jumping out of the skins, they all threw there guns at me, and charging off across the mall to the nearest exit. Anticipating resistance, I grabbed the nearest air gun, and chased then. Deftly shooting plastic BBs at the nearest ones exposed neck. Supprised by the BB he fell down to his knees grasping the back of his neck in pain. The other 2 kept running, unaware of their comrade dropping suddenly. Afraid of loosing them, I tossed the gun aside and charge at the other 2. Once I’d caught up with them, I flung my body horizontally slamming my elbows into one’s back, and my knees into the others. all 3 of us in pain, and in a scramble of bodies I got up, moaning loudly from the pain in my back, and put handcuffs around both of there wrist, “Stay here...” I said as I walked back to cuff the other misfit. Still on his knees, he put his wrists out and I put my last pair of handcuffs on him, and dragged him to where the other 2 were laying down on the stomachs.” You 3 are in a heck of a lot of trouble.”

Back at the station, I brought the 3 kids to the chief, and vaguely and quickly explained what had happened. “Right, take em down the sells till I can call there parents. oh and Dan, go home. we slow right now. And i almost forgot here’s your check for the week.” Chief said with the faintest of smiles. “ok, im either A. getting fired, or B. you want me to do something no one else wants to do..” i said my face already falling, and my shoulders slumping. “Danny, give me a break. your actually going on vacation. To a small village on the edge of the Netherlands.” as the chief finished my jaw almost dropped. “great he doesn’t want to fire me, he wants to bore me to death with a trip to a rural village...” i thought to myself. “no get yourself packed, here’s your plain ticked, your bus ticket, and also your coupon for rent-a-bike .” at the mention of bike i knew, this vacation would be the longest one of my life.

I walked out of the office, I told Ella good bye, and walked to my car. Once home i decided to get my mind off the horrible vacation, i decided to play some smash bros on my Wii. I woke to the feel of my cat tommy licking my ears. “tommy, get your tub of lard butt off me.” id fallen asleep against my couch, sitting on the floor. Now between my arms sitting on my stomach was tommy. Still sitting there i decided to blow on his face till he got off...but first he pawed my face some, fully waking me up. Yawning and groaning at my stiff back, i went to brew some coffee, and take a Tylenol. With coffee and toast in my belly, i grabbed my half filled suitcases, filled them up, and dragged them to my apartment door.

Suddenly, i remembered id forgot 2 valuable things. my pistols and my stuffed chicken, cornstock. “tommy, be a good boy. and listen to Ella when she comes to fill your food and water.” and with that i stepped out, locked the door, and headed for the elevator. stuffing my suitcases into the cramped area of my trunk, i cranked my car and drove to the airport.

aww, shoot, i put it in the wrong bloody section...if its not to much trouble, could it be moved?(sorry for double post to)

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Ariving at Amsterdam, Netherlands, after a grueling flight, and a bumby bus ride, i was utterely drained. Leaving me with just one more form of transportation to get to my destination. A bike ride. As i stiffly and painfully rode through the countryside, i noticed how glum it was. No children playing about, no adults tending to gardens and crops.

Finally after 3 painful hours of riding id gotten there. I dropped the bike and limped to the nearest well, and drew up a bucket full of water. Atleast i thought it was water, bit once i got a good look at it, i realized it was nothing more then wet foul smelling mud. There and then, i dropped the bucket and collapsed. Nightmares of beast chasing me, wounding me, then eating me, flashed through my head. I lay before the beasts, they grabbed me with there massive jawls and tossed me over a cliff to the craggy ground below. SPLASH! A bucket of water had been dropped on me. I looked up to see who had done it and saw a thin sickly woman.


"um, thanks." and the woman frowned. "uhh, thank you?" i said with a smile, and the woman just kept frowning.
I got up slowly still feeling the pain in my legs. The woman singaled me to follow her so i did, and as i walked out of the room i noticed, that my holsters had been taken off. There sitting on a rickety table was a small portion of bread, cheese, and a bit of salted meat. Once again i thanked her, and dug in. A bit woozy from finally getting food in my stomach, i stumbled abit as i walked back to the small bed i was laying on. There i noticed, my suitcases and holsters had be set under the bed. I picked up my holsters and strapped them on."Feels good to have you guys back on" i said to myself, as i headed for the door, to look around. It was mid afternoon, and there was still no one to be seen.


A little more then worried i went back in the house, to find the sickly woman, with a large doberman, sniffing at my bed. "What in the heck?!" i half yelled. The woman started shouting in some language, then stabbed a bony finger in my direction, and at that, she let the dogs leash go, and it charge at me, teeth bared! I sprinted out the door at top speed, hoping to not feel the dogs teeth bite through my flesh. I felt its hot breath on my lower back, and could hear the padding of its feet. I ran to a small town on the coast, flying through vendors stalls and into an alley way, twisting and turning, left and right till suddenly...."WHAT?! A DEAD END!!!" I yelled as i cameto a skidding halt not but half a foot from the wall, i turned to see nothing but a brick alley way. Taking the initiative, i did a spider climb between the walls, about 10 ft up i stopped to catch my breath.


For minutes, all i could hear was my heart beating and my gasps for breath. Then i smelt it. the rank stench of blood and flesh. It ingulfed the alley way, i wretched from above, adding to the foul smell. The vicous dog turned the corner, a half chewed boot dripping in blood. Terrified i drew my pistols and shot 4 shots into its side, wincing it, charged me, jumping and bouncing off the sides of the walls, grabbing at my thigh with its mighty jaws. At risk of shooting my own leg i shoot at its head, pouring the rest of the clip into its skull, jarred by the sudden impact it flew into the wall, and fell to thr ground. Dead. Shaken greatly, i dropped down, holstered my guns, and walked off, trying to find my way back to the edge of the sea.

Making my way through the alley ways trying to backtrack, i saw what the beast had done. Ravaged corpses, bleeding profusely, and missing limbs. "Hheeeelllp meeeee..." a raspy voice said behind me. I turned to see a man, his right arm gone, and a large chunk of his stomach bitten out. By the time i was about to reply, the man had gasped his last breath.

Out in the fading light, thoughts went woorling through my head. The most reacurring thought was, why the heck am i still here. "Well, gotta find a find a place to slee for the night.." i said to myself. I looked about for a good camp spot, realizing the dark clouds up above. "Aw shoot." i said when i also realized i didnt have a tent to camp.
I kept walking, to find an abandoned farm barn. "its as good a place as any" i thought to myself.

I heard the crackling of the lightning and thundering, and the heavy drops of rain on the roof of the barn.
I sat there unable to sleep, thinking of the events from earlier that day. "huff, huff" i heard somewhere in the dark. "Who's there!?" i said as i drew a pistol and turned on a flashlight." Pad, Pad, Pad" i heard along with the rustling of hay on the cold flagstone floor. I quickly turned my pistol torwards the sound to find nothing but hay. Decieding it was best to climb the latter to the higher ground, i scaled it as fast as a could, to get my light back on the spot. "Grrrrrrr" i heard as the the padding reappeared and faster then before. I got up the latter and pointed my gun down to find....


"YOU AGAIN?!??" I yelled as i saw the Beastly doberman from earlier, its gun shot holes still visable and secreating a foul smelling gray goo. It was covered in hay and barking loudly and savagely, sending chills down my spine with every one. Thinking quick i poored some gasoline apparently used for the tracktor onto the dog, i threw my lighter onto, and it burst into flames, sending the bar full of the stench of burning hair and flesh. I kept dumping gasoline on the beast was burned to a cinder.