I reloaded and shot another clip into the oncoming hoard. My bullets lodged themselves in my target slicing through flesh like butter. Deep red blood the color of a fully ripened Red Delicious apple poured from the bullet holes on three of the beings. They fell with a sloshing thud into the mud…
scenario 3 solution:
If you are just trying to get out of the room at the moment, braid the wires of the machines together to make a rope out of them, tie them to something that will not move, and you can lower yourself to the ground out the window that way.
not too sure whether you’d have the time to braid them, but a good idea overall c:
Scenario 3- first off i would unhook myself from monitors. Then grab any shower curtain, sheets, and things like that. I would also take all the cords I could find like tv and monitor cables and make a strong rope type thing with the sheets. Since it is a hospital most likely the zombies would be inside and not out side so I would throw any mattresses in the room right below me and start lowering myself one story at a time until I'm far enough to just jump down on the mattress and not get hurt. Then run like hell until I find a car.
true fact! hospitals will be swarmed with zombies!
I wake, probably groggy from some horrific medicine that had been given to me while I was out. I take the oxygen off of my nose and then pull the IVs out of my wrists. The moaning and scratching gets louder as I make my way out of bed, hardly able to get up. I notice the napkin on my bed, “They’ll eat your brains for breakfast,” was all it said. My brain set into motion and I instantly realized, Zombies.
I search around the room for some clothes. I find a utility uniform stashed in the closet. It’s a bit too big but I don it anyway. The glass window on my door breaks, and a zombie arm plunges through. Instantly I begin searching for any sort of weapon. I must live, the only words surging through my mind. I was apparently in some sort of OR. There was a table full of sharp things, bone saws, scalpels, and scissors. The door to the room begins rocking on its hinges. There is a window, but when I looked out I discovered I was at least three floors up. Jumping was out of the question.
I grabbed the bone saw and placed in it my pocket. Sticking my head out the window I see there is an emergency ladder about twenty feet to my right. Below me was a ledge just big enough for my toes. Behind me the zombies had broken down the door. I have no other choice but to get out. I ease myself out the window as fast as possible, but I couldn’t just leap out or else I would lose my balance and plummet to the heavily cemented ground below.
The zombies were moving slowly, but surely so I made my way across the ledge. Making my way across the next window a zombie plunges its arm through the glass narrowly missing my face. I stumble but I do not fall. The ladder grows nearer. Finally I am there. I rush down the ladder as fast as my feet can fly. Once on the ground I realize there are a few zombies placed sporadically in the now still world. Cars were lined up on the roadways but were not moving. It seemed like someone had paused time in a horrendously grotesque manner. I run to the nearest car, praying the keys were still in it. No such luck. Frantically I make my way through the parking lot, then realized that these cars were PARKED. Who leaves their keys in a parked car? I run like hell to the roadway, and the first car I see has a pretty set of keys dangling in the ignition and half a tank of gas. I jump in and ride off in search of answers.
PS: I think I am going to post the first chapter of the zombie novel tonight or tomorrow!!! ;) Will you be reblogging it?
10/10. this is perfect c: also, of course i will! :D
In Scenario # 3 I would wake up and first I would look for anything that I ould use to defend myself in case I was attacked. Then I would see about trying the easiest way to climb down the wall, whether I had to tie all the sheets and pillows together or whether I had to go from ledge to ledge down the wall. That's what I would do personally.
sorry i haven’t been on today.. i spilt water over my laptop, then picked off the ‘d’ key. so now everytime i want to type the letter ‘d’ i have to copy and paste it ¬.¬
wah. also, it’s being sent off for repairs on monday. it’ll be gone for 10 days ;.;
you’re in hospital, you’ve just woken up and you’re hooked up to machines. they’re switched off, and have been for some time. the door is closed, but you hear scratching and moaning coming from outside. there is a window, but you’re three stories up from the ground. jumping could break your legs.
I would search the house for a suitable temporary weapon. After I found one, I'd poke my head out the top floor window to see how many zombies there were.
If there were enough for me to handle, I'd drop heavy objects on top of them from the window and crush their heads and their numbers. Then I'd go outside and clean up the mess and wipe out the remaining zombies. I'd congratulate myself with some chocolate milk that I mixed myself with some fresh local milk and some Nesquik powder. Then I'd go back to bed.
If there were too man, I'd gather some necessary supplies, slip out the backdoor, head for the shed, grab a more dependable weapon, get the truck in the barn, and get the fuck out of there. If there was anyone else in the house, they'd just have to fucking deal with it and stop being such babbies.
haha :D going back to bed after killing a load of zombies? interesting ;p
I would ditch the house and set up an ambush. Hopefully all my necessities are ready in a go-bag. That includes canned food, clothing, weapons and ammo, etc. I would pull together any last-minute needs and then leave out of a back window. I would make a dash for the truck, stopping to pick up any potential weapons from the tool shed. From there, I would double back around the front of the house in the truck, firing from the window. I would head down the road for a mile or so (if they're slow walking zombies, this should give me plenty of distance) and set up an ambush site, should they follow me.
Phillip, (the bf), would tediously make his way out to the tool shed and would gather anything useful. We would argue about going because I think that I am strong enough to face zombies in close combat but he is too protective of me to let me go with him. While Phillip is gathering anything useful in the tool shed, I head up to the attic with Ellie, (the dog), grabbing my late father’s Winchester Repeater, and my supply of bullets.
From the attic window I shoot the zombies first entering the yard, each miss making the zombies a step closer to my lover still in the tool shed. Phillip hastily makes his way out of the shed, wielding a .45 Caliber Remington Revolver. I know that he only five shots, so I center my attention on the zombies chasing him. As he makes his way to the back door of the farmhouse I run down to meet him, leaving Ellie harbored in the attic. At every window I stop to shoot at the oncoming zombies. Finally we are both at the door, he rushes in as I reload. We shut the door and immediately start throwing over furniture to bar the door. We rush up the steps where we proceed to throw as much furniture down the steps as we can; mattresses, dressers, chairs, bookcases, nothing was left in the rooms. Together we’d make our way to the attack where we would spend hours killing off hoards of zombies.
Once the zombies were down to a minimum, we would take the secret staircase, reminiscent of the days of slavery and abolitionists, to the kitchen where we stock up on food and ammo that’s kept in the pantry. (Yep, that’s how cool we are, Ammo in the Pantry!) We’d make our way back to the attic and sleep in turns, and struggle through the madness until the zombies are at a minimum… Perhaps then we’d borrow the old farm truck and make our way across the zombie-infested terra in search of supplies and those not yet infected…
oh my gosh, you should write a novel on this! i loved reading it :D 10/10
Scenario 2- well if it's a holiday then I have my family with me in the house. So Ill give everyone a task to do. Sister would pack clothes and shoes for everyone. The other sister and brother would barricade any windows and doors to give is a bit more time yo get upstairs. Mom would grab canned food. Hubby would find any weapons for all of us. And I would plan the escape route through the window upstairs straight to the truck. Where we would go far away from that house and get somewhere safe to plan out next game plan.
ah, i love your answers to these scenarios c: they’re flawless!
I'd run to the second story and, since I don't have the time to destroy the stairs, I'd block it with whatever furniture I could find. throw some chairs, tables, cupboards down there so they couldn't reach me.
then I'd either wait quietly until they search the house, fail to find prey and move on OR
if they don't leave, I'd find the safest place to get to the ground (climb down the window or balcony or something like that), run to the barn, get in the truck and drive to the closest house to warn other people, get supplies and arm myself properly.
you’re on holiday in the countryside in an old two story farmhouse. there is a toolshead outside about 30ft away, and a barn next to it with an old truck inside it. you’re about to go to sleep after a long day of walking, but you hear the sounds of the undead at your front door. you have about two minutes before they break in. what would you do?
post what you would do in this scenario in the ask!
I would take my cell, pack some canned goods, comfortable clothing, 2 or 3 pairs of tennis shoes, a bike pump to steal gas easier, and the few guns I have. I'll get my boyfriend and his brother then travel to Tennessee where everything is spread out. We will set up a place there, board everything up from the outside and in, then make the best of our location till we have to move again. I might bring a deck of cards, or an ipod for music, then take life as it goes from there with the boys, and always have a plan B and C for escaping the house we are in so we don't run out of ideas.
Call us crazy or what have you, but my boyfriend and I have been sort of preparing for this sort of thing... Especially since the CDC and the Army both have "survival guides." Anyhow, first we'd don our Zombie-Decimating Attire, which for both of us is basically the same thing: durable pants of some sort, generally with a lot of pockets, our cleanest dirty shirt, and he prefers short combat boots, whilst I prefer knee-high steel toed majorly kick ass combat boots. Phillip - my bf- prefers to wear a hat, and I keep my hair braided, rather one or two.
Since the hospital is only a mile away, it is clear we have little time to prepare. We'd grab our dog Ellie and hop down the street to my late fathers home and get supplied with all the guns, ammo, and sharp things we could possibly need. (And yes, there is PLENTY there for us.)
Here at my father's shed we'd likely make some makeshift armor for Ellie- our dog- just in case.
We'd run back home and station ourselves in strategic locations for killing zombies, likely on the roof. While waiting for the zombies to arrive, we will make some bombs out of stuff laying around the house, like pipe bombs! Hell, we'd just throw effing flammable stuff together and light it up and throw it at the flesh eaters!
We keep quite a bit of non-perishable food on stock, mostly because we had been planning on just this sort of thing happening... We even stocked up on MRE's. Yeah, that's how paranoid we were. We live out in the country, so we have a generator for when the electric goes off. We are pretty set when it comes to living conditions.
The zombies would arrive eventually, and we would kick major zombie ass. Once the first few waves of zombies are gone, we would dedicate our time to boarding up our house, so at least our friend's rabbit we are rabbit watching won't get killed amidst the madness. In the time to come we would fix my truck up into a zombie killing machine and then make our way across the zombie infested wasteland, in order to find supplies........
best. plan. ever.
although, if you’re throwing flamable things off of the roof, be careful the house doesn’t go up in flames! also, kudos to you for taking your dog :D i’m an animal lover, and i’d hate to see any animals left behind.
Family's with me, so pack all nonperishable food I can into the trunk of the car (including water). Cellphone, solar panel battery thing, laptop, my itouch, extra fuel, knives for each person of the family, baseball bat, shovel, pan, lighter, matches, pot. As much long clothing and padding we can wear. Driving as far away from the city as we can, into the open fields. Calling friends and telling them to run- don't tell them where we're headed, they might get infected along the way.
Scenaro-1 I would use my cell phone or txt my closest loved ones to see if there alive. Take whatever weapon like items I have in the house. Get in my car pick up family and head out towards the least populated area there is and then start a game plan somewhere safe for the time being. There's no point in buying anything so take any weapons or canned food from stores. Keep travilng keepig group small. Finding a long term hiding place is not an option because that always ends up bad.
First immediately get comfortable clothes on that you can run,jump,etc in. Then get whatever weapon you could possibly use against a zombie but try not to get to much cause your only chance of survival is to get out of your house before the horde attacks. Dont bother bringing any food with you, just try to get as far away from the zombies as you possibly can, then you can worry about supplies.
10/10 :D Although not taking any food whatsoever could be a problem. Maybe one or two cans c:
Pack my hiking backpack with the essentials (first aid, non-perishable food items, a few extra clothes and some books), throw on something I don't mind being in for days at a time, and hop in the car to make it out to the midwest as soon as possible. The wider open a landscape, the safer I'll feel.
Knowing that the zombies would have no interest in my prized possessions, I would hop in my car and drive to my closest friends' houses to rescue them. Once I have saved as many as possible, I would drive as far as I could, preferably to somewhere populated.
Generally, you should avoid populated areas. Once one person in that area is bit, the infection will spread like wildfire.
In this sort of situation, I would grab a map, a battery-operated radio, my cell phone, some money, and either a gun or something sharp. I would then find a method of transportation and book it to the nearest flat-land area in the middle of nowhere and, once safe, I would work on making a fire to be noticed by possible rescue aircraft.
Good idea, but be careful that zombies don’t see the fire. Don’t count on rescue coming, too. c:
you live about a mile away from a hospital. you’re watching the news and it’s saying that a biological attack has taken place on the hospital, and now the dead are coming back to life. you have around 10 minutes max before the undead are at your front door.
POST WHAT YOU WOULD DO IN THE ASK.
p.s. i’m doing this since everyone who answered said yes. this is a trial. if it goes well, i will be doing these daily, along with the tips (well, whenever i can think of one, or one is submitted. SUBMIT YOUR TIPS, TOO!)