Re: The Book of Juan Buzz

**BLACK SNOW 13** on 30th January 2010, 12:23 am

It's Ben Awhile
but you still have that good touch to making your stories

**AaUndeadMarine** on 30th January 2010, 12:50 pm

great writing

**VINCIEHALO** on 30th January 2010, 7:55 pm

VINCIEHALO wrote:Absolutely Magnificent Writing

**Zomando** on 31st January 2010, 6:32 pm

CHAPTER 6:

I got behind the controls of the behemoth of a tank. It seemed difficult at first, but I then realized it was just like a big armored stick-shift with a turret. Marcus's training earlier that day wasn't as horrible as I imagined it to be. It was mostly mental training, and some instructions on using the weapons we've scavenged. Just as I got the colossal machine going, the radio came to life. "Juan, you there?" It said, and I could tell it was Ape. I picked up the radio-talkie.

"Yeah, I'm here." I responded. "How's it going?"

"Everything's well." Ape said. "We've found some more men at Westdyke, and we're ready to proceed to the evac-point. Are you on your way?"

"Yes," I answered. "We're still meeting at the Sprunk Factory in Alderney?"

"I think so." He said. "Oh Wai-" The line went fuzzy and inaudible.

"You alright, Ape?" I asked. "I can't hear you." The line's quality didn't improve, so I continued to the factory. When I got into Alderney, I saw the city had an odd and heavy fog. The farther I went, the more I realized that this city was the most effected by the blast. The corpses were only piles of ashes. The remains blew through the streets before my own eyes. Finally, I arrived at the factory. I circled the building until I found an underground entrance. I walked through the mysterious hole in the wall that led into the abandoned establishment. I looked around the foggy room with a deep distress in the pit of my stomach. The pipes we're rusted and cracked open as water and other greenish liquids rushed down the broken concrete platforms. The broken machines sparked and clicked as I passed them. I called out, but I was only greeted by my echo. I was getting a bad feeling that something was very wrong.

I continued to the second floor to see pieces of crusting metal hanging hauntingly from the ceiling. I stepped upon piles and piles of damp trash. Eerily, I could still hear the echo of my voice ringing through the walls. The halls were almost pitch dark, but I looked up to the ceiling to see an odd scribbling. Was it writing? Finally, I made it to the top floor, and I realized the factory was abandoned. Where were the others? Are they dead? Worryingly, I sat down just as the unexpected happened. Without warning, a ceiling window caved in. Plywood along with actual bodies fell around me. I got up in a panic and ran to the window. As my heart began to race, I started to beat on the window, but it wouldn't break. I turned to see a horde of pale-skinned assailants rushing towards me. They were skinny as bones and there limbs we're terribly misshaped, and the window was my only escape. I stood back to take out my gun, and I fired two shots into the window. It shattered, and I escaped just in time. I survived the fall, but I had to get to the tank. My lungs felt as if they were on fire as I curved around the building. The tank was in sight, I was almost there. Finally, I reached my destination and opened the door. I shut it just as I got in, and I was safe at last.

Suddenly, I heard great pounding on the sides of the tank. I had to get away, I just had to. I jammed my foot on the pedal, and the machine began to move. When I had the shot, I aimed the tank's turret and fired. The ghouls were torn apart by the force of the bullets. I furiously picked up the radio device and waited until I got a response.

"Juan, where are you?!" Ape finally asked.

"Where am I?!" I asked. "Where are you?! I went to the factory, and the only thing I met there was a pack of zombies on my ass!"

"Shit." Ape said. "I suppose you didn't get that last transmission. Look, we're all regrouping at Westdyke Memorial Hospital. Head over here."

"Gladly." I said and hung up the device. Fuck, I suppose I should just be more careful.

~~~~

The makeshift squad of 'soldiers' waited eagerly in the hospital lobby. We all prayed and hoped silently with our ragged armor and machine guns in hand. This was it, we all thought silently, THIS was war. I highly doubt any of the other survivors were in a war, but I surely wasn't. This was probably the closest I'd ever get to one. Ape and Marcus entered the lobby side by side. "Alright, if any of you have ever had a run-in with the Military these days, you probably know they're not ones to be trusted." Ape claimed. "Our radio system is somewhat simple. The main radio outpost is here in the Hospital, while the secondary outpost is at the East Island Safehouse. The other radios are connected through our choppers, ambulances, and now the APC tank. Our mission has two endings. One, the Military isn't fucking with us, and they really evacuate us. In that case, anyone with a radio is to contact East Island and the Hospital immediately. Two, it's a trap. In THAT case, we return fire, and the 'war' is on."

"Listen, men." Sargent Marcus began. "We are soldiers, and we are to fight with everything we have. When you all are under my direction, there is no backing down. You understand me?!" The listening 'soldiers' silently nodded. "We are the REBELLION. Now, who's ready to kick some fucking ass?!" The crowded room boomed with applause and cheering as they shuffled into the ambulances. I followed Marcus and Matt into the tank. The convey moved in a line to the evac-point, and the ride there was somewhat quiet. After minutes of waiting in the back of the tank, we arrived. The back doors opened and I got out to see the playing field. On our side of the wide street, Three bloodstained ambulances, one tank, and our small 'army' waited eagerly for directions. On the other side of the street, tanks, trucks, police cars, three grounded choppers, and an experienced army of Military personnel stared at us menacingly. It was as if you could cut the tension with a knife. Quietly, Marcus sent five of our bravest men to walk forward. The military personnel ordered them to drop there guns, and they did so. 'Magic Man' turned to me and handed me a high-caliber sniper rifle. "When I tell you," He whispered. "Shoot the leader straight through the skull." I looked through the scope, and I could immediately see the leader. He was a taller and stronger man than the rest, with his helmet off. Our men stood patiently, and waited patiently for the Military's decision. Without warning, the choppers' turrets sparked with life and light. Our men were torn to bits.

Sargent Marcus gave me the signal, and the War was on.

The bullet hit it's mark, and the soldier's head was blown clean off. Before we knew it, both sides where firing restlessly. The battle was one of the most intense experiences of my life, and that is somewhat hard to say for being a Hollywood stuntman and all. Bullets flew, rockets soared, and lives were taken. The dead fell to the ground as grenades were chucked, and it was only a matter of time until the undead would rain on the parade. They came from windows and alleys, and they attacked both sides. Both the military and rebellion were forced to retreat. I saw Marcus and Matt speed away in the tank while the ambulances zoomed to safety and the choppers took refuge in the sky. The ones left behind were ripped to pieces. Before I could be taken by the undead, I heard Lance calling to me. I saw him signaling to me from an alley, and I sprinted towards him. We rushed through the back passages until we got back on the main road. We had to think fast, but what I saw gave me an instant idea. Parked against a building was bright yellow motocross bike, and it was boldly calling my name. Lance followed me as I hopped on the proud machine.

"We don't have fucking time for this!" He screamed.

"The engine's still working!" I rejoiced. "Hop on!" He got on the back with a look of disbelief and worry in his eyes. The horde rushed towards us, but the engine was warming up. The bike started as we pulled out of the reach of the ghouls. We found ourselves speeding down the abandoned highway, dodging debris and turned over cars. With the wind in our faces, I began flashing back to the beginning of my biking career. Winning races and getting movie deals. I channeled out the end of the world, and it was just the bike, the road, and I. I saw a jump ahead, and I didn't think twice about launching off it. Lance's scream broke me back to Earth as we connected roughly with the highway.

"Are you fucking nuts?!" He screamed. "Turn off here. I know somewhere we can stay." I did as he instructed and we found ourselves looking up at a large apartment complex. I followed him to the roof, but there was no one there. "Hello?" He called, but no response.. until ..

"I'm up here, friend." A voice called out, and Lance turned to give me a smile. I followed him up a complex system of jumping and climbing. At last, we made it to the top to see a bearded, foreign-looking man.

"Hello, Finn." Lance said.

"Hyvää päivää" The man said.

**eaustinn36** on 31st January 2010, 6:41 pm

Dude, you should publish this and put it out as a paperback book, or a maybe a movie (after it gets longer of course). This is good stuff; you could make lots of $$. It just gets better and better. Great storyline. Keep it up! Smile

**Zomando** on 6th February 2010, 9:01 pm

CHAPTER 7:

The two men began to converse, and I felt like I had nothing to do with their discussion, so I walked away to a lower roof to be alone. It was a good chance to get some rest, and I didn't take the opportunity for granted.

When, I awoke, I saw an armored truck waiting on the streets below. "Wake up, it's time to go." Lance said while I stared at the stern-looking foreign man.

"I'll cover you from up here." He said with a trusting smile. Minutes later, we found ourselves at the ground level and continuing outside to the truck. It was while we were loading the vehicle when I noticed an eerie shadow lurking in an alley, but it was probably just the wind.

"Who was that? Up there, I mean." I asked curiously.

"You mean Finn? Well, I honestly don't know. He's a very mysterious person, but he can kill a man in a matter of seconds." Lance said. "He's the European fucking boogy-man."

"Did he fight in any wars?" I asked.

"That's the thing, we don't know fo-" Lance's eyes widened. "LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU!" I turned to see the shadow from before only inches away from grabbing me. Helpless, I closed my eyes and hoped death came painlessly. While my eyes were shut, I heard only gunshots and the warm spray of liquid. When I opened my eyes, I saw the zombie laying dead in front of me, and it's blood covering my face. I looked up to the rooftop to see Finn waving back at me with a bearded smile.

~~~~

I joined the others that where crowded around Ape. He probably had important news to share, and we all waited intently. Finally, after clearing his throat, he began. "Well men, it seems that there's hope after all. We've been on the radio frequencies searching for our lost comrades from down south, and we've finally found them. They have helicopters, guns, and PLENTY of supplies. They will be evacuating us as soon as possible." The survivors faces lit up with joy and hope. "We need a few men to come scavenging with us."

I volunteered along with Matt, Lance, and Marcus. The other survivors stayed put where they were while the four of us jumped into a crappy pick-up truck. "Who's is this?" I asked.

"Marcus's." Ape said with a chuckle. "He couldn't afford anything better."

"Fuck you." Marcus responded. "Not in front of my kid." We traveled into the heart of Broker. While the others stared out the windows, I was looking curiously at Marcus caressing a rather large hunting knife.

"Nice Blade." I said.

"Thanks, pal." He said. "I bet you wish you could kill a zombie with a weapon like this, boy."

"Ha!" I laughed. "I could do that without breaking a sweat."

"Oh really?" Marcus asked. He handed me the knife. "Ape, stop the car, and get the Book" The car came to screeching stop. Feeling somewhat confused, but still brave, I asked. "What's the book?"

"The Book of Achievement." Ape said proudly. "Since there isn't much to do, we usually keep ourselves entertained by doing the most dumbass shit to prove our relentless bravery. What we do, get's put in the book. "

"There really isn't much else to do for fun." Lance added. "So, get going." I took a deep breath and opened the car door. Luckily, a lone zombie stood aimlessly in the middle of the road. I began waving my arms to get it's attention. It let out a fearsome moan and began towards me. I managed to dodge the ghoul's first swing, and return it with a stab to the chest. While it was stunned, I delivered a slash to the beast's face. I finished it off to a final slice to the scalp, and the creature fell to the ground lifelessly.

"Guys, I did it!" I boasted. "I did it!" But when I turned around, the truck, along with the others, was gone. I turned back around to see a soldier staring me right in the face, and the butt of his rifle met my face with great force. Then, I only remember darkness.

~~~~

I woke in a dark alley with a great pain in my head. I stood up and walked awkwardly across the street to an abandoned building. The door was open, so I continued in and downstairs. It was in the basement where I found a walkie-talkie, and it seemed to be on.

"Hello?" I called into it.

"..Good, you've found the talkie. Listen, We know exactly where you are, so don't try any funny shit. Continue North up three blocks and we'll be waiting on the roof." I did just as the man said, and I found three soldiers pointing assault rifles at me. They motioned me up to the roof and I did so. When I arrived there, I saw a masked soldier staring at me menacingly. In the corner, I saw Lance, Ape, and Marcus tied up, but where was Matt. The man took off his mask to reveal that he was a bald and strong looking man. He resembled a bald eagle, corrupted patriotism oozing from his every pore. "So, where are you fuckers hiding out?" He asked.

"So," Marcus mocked. "Why should we fucking tell you?"

"My name is Commander Darion Hewlett, and I am Humanity's last hope." He said.

"Humanity's Last Hope?" Ape asked. "You've probably wiped out thousands, and you call yourself a last hope? You are a coward, a coward an-" Ape was silenced by a bullet in the leg. His cries echoed through our ears and souls. The angered commander lifted his gun in the air with rage.

"I'll ask one more fucking time." He said. "WHERE ARE YOU FUCKERS HIDING?!" Hoping for an angel, I looked down to the streets below, but what I saw was pretty close. It was Matt, with a rifle in hand, sitting on the truck. He took aim at one of the soldiers guarding the door and fired. We managed to push our way through the hysteria and confusion and make it downstairs. We sprinted to the truck while Matt covered our backs. Ape started the car as we hopped in the back, and there where machine guns waiting for us. The engine roared and the tires screeched as the truck began to roll. The angered soldiers pursued us on foot while firing, but we gladly fired back. We escaped down a narrow alley.

Just as we thought we were safe, we saw police cars full of soldiers coming from both sides. There fire was almost devastating to the well-being if the truck. We were running low on ammo, but we kept fighting. We managed to take down one car, and there was one to go. We all took aim and managed to take it off the road in a matter of seconds.

Was this the end of Commander Hewlett?

Moments later, we arrived back at the Safehouse, and the other survivors seem confused on why the truck was riddled with bullet-holes and scratches. Ape merely responded saying:

"We're gonna keep things a little more quiet until we're evacuated."

**BLACK SNOW 13** on 7th February 2010, 1:07 am

Hmmmmm, I like were the story is going but not liking how your making military personal evil, (oh, well).
Keep up the good work.

**AaUndeadMarine** on 7th February 2010, 12:58 pm

hmmmm. I wonder. were they the ones that were going to "evac" them

**Zomando** on 9th February 2010, 5:24 pm

CHAPTER 8:

The night had finally come. It was the night that we would escape this godawful city. This crumbling place would no longer be our home. The evacuation-points were scattered all across the city, but my group was heading to the heart of Alderney. We traveled by ambulance, just as the other groups did. Something close to an hour passed by until we made it Westdyke Memorial Hospital to rest.

We sat down quietly as I gazed at the others. Lance, Ape, and two others I did not know looked back at me.

"Oh, I guess you haven't met the others." Ape said to me. "This is Chris, and Austin." Other than their names, I knew basically nothing about these men. Lance gladly broke the awkward silence with a passing out of cigarettes he scavenged days before.

"I guess this it." He said aloud. "Liberty City, it's over."

"Shit." Chris said. "Just look at how far we've came. No form of military, athletic, or any training can prepare you for shit like this." His eyes held heavy sadness as he rubbed his shaven head. We sat in the silent lobby for a moments more.

"Well, I guess it's time to suit up." Ape ordered. We followed him down the narrow hallway to a metal closet, and he needed two hands to open the door. Guns, explosives, and armor filled the tiny metallic closet, and we grabbed all we could. The grenades and ammo hung on the belts around our torsos while we proudly held our weapons. We entered that hospitals as survivors, but we left as commandos.

We were outside for minutes waiting for salvation, but what we saw was nothing of the sort. The moans of the dead echoed through our minds and through the streets. They showed themselves from their darkened hiding places almost simultaneously. They formed a frantic horde in a matter of seconds with no communication, just instinct. It was only a matter of time until we matched their instinct with pure fire power. The bullets rip through their rotting flesh, but the ones who survived the fire got just back up and kept thriving. He had no choice but to slowly retreat. I looked up to the sky and was filled with hope, for I saw the chopper hovering above. We continued through the streets as we kept fighting. Something was wrong, the horde kept getting stronger even though our ammo was depleting. I finished up the last round of my assault rifle. It was useless, so I used it as bludgeon, swinging it at any ghoul that came to close.

"The helicopter has landed!" Ape roared. "Come on let's go!" I dropped my weapon to join the others in a mad dash to the chopper. The horde was only inches away from pulling us into their undead grip, but that didn't stop us from forcing our body to the point of exhaustion. Finally, I felt the cool grip of the helicopter's cockpit door handle, and I swung open the door and shut it behind me. As soon as the others where inside, the pilot ascended, but we weren't safe from the danger yet. Every zombie capable of grabbing the helicopter had managed to hold onto the aircraft as it was in the air. Roughly a dozen of them were holding onto the chopper and desperately clawing at the survivors inside. The windshield shattered and what seemed like a thousand hands reached for the pilot inside, and he had no choice but to lose control. The aircraft forcefully fell back to earth and the crash shook my every fabric. From then on all I remember was nothing.

.

When I awoke, I saw the others crowding around me and trying to pull me up. I looked around me and saw the remains of the chopper ablaze. "We have to keep moving." Lance said while Ape furiously tried to get his radio unit working. After some work, it finally did.

"Chopper 5." It rang. "Chopper 5, what is your status?"

"This is Ape, and the chopper's destroyed, and chopper pilot dead." He said breathlessly. "We need another chopper as soon as possible."

"Alrighty, we'll have a chopper waiting to evacuate you at Lyndon Avenue." Said the radio.

"Okay," Ape sighed. "We're heading south, and we'll pro-" He was interrupted by soaring planes from above.
"Are those jets?!" He asked. "What are they do-" A blast from only a block away shook the entire street. The military wasn't playing around, and it was only a matter of time until we crushed under the rubble. The noise of the explosion was too immense to hear Ape's order so I just followed him down an alley. Lance signaled behind us to point out the returning horde. Chris and Austin kept us covered with sprays of SMG bullets as we continued through the shaking war zone. At many points, I felt as if I was deaf, but it took only seconds for the loudness to return. The following was all an motioned blur, and I can barely remember.

Moments later, I squinted through the dust to see the chopper in the distance, and the second mad-dash of the day had begun. I didn't have the courage to turn around to see if I was still being pursued, so I just hoped they where taken by the dropping bombs. My tired legs could go any longer, but I couldn't stop now.

Finally, all the work had paid off as soon as I jumped in the cockpit while Chris and Lance jumped in the back. The helicopter was hovering only inches from the ground while Ape chased furiously after it on foot. He managed to gain enough speed to jump up to grab the chopper's railing and hoist himself up.

"Where's Austin?!" He asked, but it was too late. We were able to see him on the ground from our bird's eye view. He was able to stare up to us for a moment until he was taken and ripped apart by the hungry horde. Other than the death of Austin, we were overjoyed to be able to leave the city. We cursed the forsaken city as we hovered above it's clouds. Just as we were about to kiss the city goodbye, something caught the pilot's attention.

"Fuck." He blurted. "This is as far as I can go."

"What the fuck?!" Lance said. "What's wrong?!"

"It's a blockade." He responded. "There is no way we can get pass this. It's military issue, and I don't know what you guys did, but you're not getting out of this city soon. They are pissed off for sure." Ape looked at us concernedly.

"We're trapped." He said softly, and we were forced to return to the Safehouse to regroup. I stared at the Military Annihilators as we descended back to the troubled Earth.

**Spiderman** on 9th February 2010, 6:38 pm

Eh i was gonna start reading this but i guess it sucks from the negatives. Oh well good try.

**ABigSoggy Wafle** on 9th February 2010, 9:39 pm

Knoxville912 wrote:Eh i was gonna start reading this but i guess it sucks from the negatives. Oh well good try.

Lmfao dick.

**Zomando** on 9th February 2010, 10:10 pm

ABigSoggy Wafle wrote:
Knoxville912 wrote:Eh i was gonna start reading this but i guess it sucks from the negatives. Oh well good try.

Lmfao dick.

I think I've found the culprit of my bad rep.

KNOXVILLE, YOU'VE DONE IT!

**ABigSoggy Wafle** on 9th February 2010, 10:25 pm

O SH-!

**Zomando** on 10th February 2010, 9:19 am

OH SH- INDEED.

Wait, Knoxville, is it you?

**eaustinn36** on 10th February 2010, 11:54 am

could be a decoy (he takes the fall so the real person is unknown). Hmmm.. Suspect

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