Re: The Diary of Shao.

**ABigSoggy Wafle** on Sun 10 Jan - 23:15

JBPURCELL wrote:

Was it over?

Knowing you JB, no. Lets let more people die before it is "over". I would say... atom bomb and every one dies OORRRR "roflcoppter" shoot them down win "lmfao missles" controled by zombies.
Best bet.

**Zomando** on Sun 17 Jan - 10:44

ENTRY 70:

It's been two weeks since we got the chopper, and we're finally running out of gas. We've decided to refuel in Fairfield. It's a little bit south of Liberty City, and it's a little smaller. As we hovered above the abandoned city, we spotted a few men stranded on top of a Gas Station. In need of gas, we landed.

They requested that if they gave us the gas, they could get a ride of the city. Of course we agreed, and they performed their part of the deal. Just as the gas began to flow, the horde showed their ghoulish faces from out of the dark corners. They began rushing up to the Gas Station. We defended the roof with automatic rifles and our courage. As the minutes passed, we began to run low on ammo. Out of the corner of my eye, one of the survivors seemed to be too close to the edge. A zombie reached and grabbed his leg to pull him under. He was never seen again.

Before we knew it, Mike and I we're completely out of ammo. He was down to his army knife, and I was down to the Katana. We turned to see that the helicopter was ready to go, and we ran to the cockpit. I grabbed hold of the doors handle, but I turned to see I was surrounded. The monsters grabbed hold of my jacket and pants. I managed to fight them off with the sword, but some where still left. A legless ghoul grabbed hold of my foot. The bite was unbearable, and I could the blood seeping through my shoe. I kicked it off and hopped in the chopper. The monsters banged on the glass as the propellers started to turn. I then made my escape, but I realized something was wrong.

Where was Mike?

He was gone. I forgot him. How could I be so fucking stupid? I couldn't let my aggression get a hold of me. I had to take care of my foot. I tried to make my way out of city. After minutes of hovering, I looked down to see I was flying over forest. I found a bald patch in trees and decided to land.

ENTRY 71:

I rested my head against a filthy tree stump. I turned my head to see a sign. "Allegheny National Forest" It read proudly, but I had no time to get distracted. I was about begin the 'surgery' amongst the trees and wildlife. I could perhaps cut off the infected area before the infection spreads. It was a wild idea, but just might save. I reached into my backpack and grabbed the surgical knife. I instantly thought "Fuck that.", so I threw it away and grabbed the Katana instead. I bit my lip as I raised the sword. I brought the blade down fast and the pain was unbearable. I couldn't watch, so I brought it down again with my eyes closed. The warm blood ran down my leg as the tears fell from my face. The final cut was excruciating, and when I opened my eyes, I had no choice but to vomit.

I stared at my foot, lying alone in the dirt and leaves. Now it was time to stretch the skin over the wound before the dirt infected it. When that was done I rested, and thankfully nothing ate me alive in my sleep. I woke up feeling very woozy. I had to regain mobility somehow, and then an idea sparked in my head. I grabbed a piece of wood and cut it to the exact size of my leg. Luckily, I had some duct tape in my backpack, and I taped the wood to my leg. A pretty good peg-leg, If I do say so myself.

It was somewhat difficult to stand and walk but I'll get use to it soon. I guess I should rest longer, and I should go out and look for supplies later.

**BLACK SNOW 13** on Sun 17 Jan - 11:07

I just had a wtf moment after the "cutting off my foot part"
Can't wait for the next.

**AaUndeadMarine** on Sun 24 Jan - 21:25

ahhh c'mon man don't start a new story, I wanna hear the ending to this one.

**Zomando** on Wed 27 Jan - 16:16

ENTRY 72:

I approached the cliff with a deep pain in my stomach. I looked over the edge, gazing at all I could see. The forest was calm, but I could see rustling of creatures below. It was quite a haunting sight, but I had to continue back to the camp. It was when I turned around that I realized that I was utterly lost. All I had with me was a pair of pants, and the sword. I ventured through the cold branches and leaves. Every now and then, a helicopter would speed by. Where were they going?

It felt like hours pasted until I found the chopper, but there was something wrong. I saw a half-naked man on the ground in front of the cockpit. He looked very weak, and in need of help. "What are you doing?!" I asked.

"Who are you?!" He screamed. "Stay Away! This is my helicopter!"

"Calm down, this is-"

"NO!!! NO!!! I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO DO!" He yelped. "YOU'RE NOT GONNA GET AWAY WITH THIS!!!! I'M GONNA SURVIVE THIS WAR!" The man pulled a bottle out of his underwear and lit the tip. Aware of what he was doing, I delivered a kick to his face, but I was too late. The molotov cocktail was lit, and I was doomed. I jumped into the cockpit as the flames surrounded the chopper. The great light of the fire attracted the hidden horde, and it wasn't long until the undead were clawing at the windows. After waiting for the great machine to warm up, it finally ascended into the dusk sky. These events are too close to handle, just too close.

ENTRY 73:

I've been flying along the coast for a day now. I've been trying to avoid getting too close to the ground. I'm not the best pilot, and I could easily crash and burn.

~~~

2 days, it's been.

~~~

3, almost 4.

**Zomando** on Thu 4 Feb - 16:18

ENTRY 74:

The fuel gauge's empty, and I have no choice but to land. I looked down at the land below me, and I saw that it mostly sand and refuse. I realized that I was completely lost, and without hope. I squinted hard at the desert and saw what looked like a building, and I decided to land there. I luckily maneuvered the chopper perfectly into place.

When I stepped out of the cockpit, I was greeted by a harsh gust of sand and an excruciating heat. I walked slowly to the building I saw from the sky. The door was locked, and I then looked around. It's a good bet that there's something already in there, so I readied my sword and kicked down the wooden door. Inside, I saw nothing, and I slowly lowered my weapon. I looked around for a few minutes to figure out that I was in a one story house with three rooms. The place was looted of almost everything except very little supplies and a working radio. I sat down in front of it and studied the rusting knobs and buttons. After some careful thought, I managed to get the thing working. I looked on the table to see a microphone device, and I spoke softly into it. Of course, I received no response, but I should work on getting that thing to work soon.

I walked back outside to get a breath fresh air and to also look around. There was no one for miles. What could I do to pass the time? Nothing really, the world has been depleted to a gigantic wasteland and the inhabitants have been turned into savage psychopaths. Who's to know that I'm not insane? I could be insane, who would stop me? I can be whatever I want. I'm not crazy. I'm not insane. I'm perfectly normal. Perfect. Normal.

The heat was starting to get to me, so I went back inside. I walked back and forth around the room to try and get used to the peg-leg, and I didn't have much luck. I felt like an awkward pirate, and very uneasy, so I found a good place on the ground to lie down. I'll write when I awake.

**DeadApe** on Thu 4 Feb - 16:22

You should draw a good pic of Shao with a peg-leg and send it to me.

**AaUndeadMarine** on Sun 14 Feb - 14:07

where am I in your story? I remember last night you said I was. I am re reading it and so far I am on entry 44.

**Zomando** on Sun 9 May - 9:21

ENTRY 75:

I was awoken by the harsh heat and humidity, and it burned my weakened eyes as I looked out the window. I hopped out of bed and nearly fell to the ground. I spent the following hour or so trying to get used to my new "leg". It was surely difficult, but I grew more accustomed to it as the sun rose to the highest point in the sky.

Hours passed as I fiddled around with the radio unit. I tried all the frequencies, but I couldn't find a signal. Sadly, I gave up and walked towards the door. Before I could reach for the handle, the door was kicked open by an unknown offender. The force of the attack sent me towards the ground, and my "leg" kept me immobile. The dust created a ghostly silhouette of the man, but I could see a revolver pointed directly at my face. When the smoke passed, I saw that the man was Doctor Stephen Loveless. His arm was still gone, but he was sporting a
black-as-night eye patch.

"Get up," he said to me. "I'm not letting you fuck things up any worse." I got up and his gun followed my every move. I saw my chopper, still waiting, but that was the last time I ever saw it. Loveless opened fire on the aircraft, and in a matter of seconds, it erupted into a volcano of flames and airborne parts. He then turned the gun to me.

"Stephen," I said. "I cannot believe you're alive!"

"Shut the fuck up," he said, and this detested me a bit.

"You're telling me to be quiet?! You're the one that blew up a fucking helicopter! Shit like that will attract a horde in a matter of seconds!" I exclaimed, but he only laughed at me.

"You really don't know?" He asked with a smile.

"Know what?" I asked, he just laughed up a bigger storm.

"About two years ago, a widespread disease was appearing worldwide. Zombies, you could say. They ran through the streets of almost every major city in the world. Almost miraculously, the outbreak threat was taken care of, but not in Liberty City. As the world was returning back to normal, Liberty City was still under the attack of the undead menace. The city's residents were under the impression that the whole world was crumbling, but it was only their fair city. The city was completely blocked off from the rest of the world, and bombings have been attempted. These residents who haven't agreed to lay down their life for the greater good of America have been classified as rebel terrorists and have to be destroyed. An inside man will be here to help me." Stephen looked to the sky. "Looks like he's right on schedule!"

A dusty helicopter landed only yards away from us. I saw a single man emerge from the cockpit and the fog, that man was Lance Redwell. How could he turn on the others?

He came towards without emotion. All of this was happening so fast, and it didn't help when Lance pulled out a gun and shot down the doctor. No words were exchanged, but he motioned me to come to the chopper. Seconds passed, and we were flying back into the hell I knew as home.

About an hour passed until we were hovering over Liberty, and how that city changed! I looked down to see the streets were immersed in a hellish fog as smoke and fire rose above the ash and undead. I could see tanks and soldiers taking out those ghouls on every street, but the zombies weren't the only targets. Firing squads, all over the five boroughs, were taking out the surviving 'rebels'. It was a horrid site, but it wasn't just going to be ignored. "JB, I'm gonna be honest." Lance said to me, "We need you, you're our only hope."

We landed at the 'rebel' hideout, and the overall appearance of the survivors changed. They seemed more like post-apocalyptic warriors then widespread disease survivors. Most of the faces I did not recognize, but the one I did looked me straight in the eye with no fear. It was Sargent Marcus "Magic Man" Harrison.

"Welcome back, kid." He said. "Welcome back to War."

**Garquin** on Sun 9 May - 10:39

COOL but my only problem is that i can never read the first page now because theres always fucking pictures in the way.

**AaUndeadMarine** on Sun 9 May - 15:36

your on IE aren't you

**RedrumSalad** on Sun 9 May - 19:34

finally, im through what zomando wrote, i started at around 4...its 730 now

**AaUndeadMarine** on Sun 9 May - 19:50

i printed it out and read it independently

The Diary of Shao.