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DF Community Games & Stories / Re: A Tale of Zombies (Community Fortress)
« on: June 13, 2009, 07:59:49 pm »

December 10th, 2017
The ugly beast that killed Carl is waiting just out of firing range outside our camp. If the Infected weren't mindless killing machines, I'd say it's almost like he's planning something.


December 17th, 2017
Hiding underground from the Infected, the days grow increasingly monotonous. All those movies you saw about exciting action-packed battles against vicious zombies fail to capture the real truth. The worst part of it all isn't the constant fear that you're going to be eaten at any moment- you get used to that rather quickly. The worst part is having to wait, day after day, not seeing sunlight for weeks at a time, as the Infected stand brainlessly right outside your door. Sometimes I get the urge to rush out there, crowbar in hand, and take as many as I can with me, just to end the boredom. But I can't bring myself to do it. I've still got something left to live for, though I'm not sure what it is.

January 1st, 2018
It's been exactly two years since we arrived at the camp. Since then I've lost seven friends and made many more. I realized today our camp doesn't even have a name. Camp Twelve sounds too sterile. New Camp Four... too idealistic. I'm sure I'll think of something.

January 10th, 2018
I stood on the ramparts for nearly two hours today watching the Infected crawling feebly around in the mud outside. Gaweir and Uci have been using the situation to hone their marksmanship skills, and the Infected are in a pretty bad state thanks to them. They've all lost the use of their legs, and they move by pulling themselves forward with their arms. If they were human, they would have died long ago from their wounds.


January 15th, 2018
The area around the camp has been cleared of Infected, for now. No telling how long it'll last.

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DF Community Games & Stories / Re: A Tale of Zombies (Community Fortress)
« on: June 13, 2009, 07:43:50 pm »
Quote from: CJ1145 on June 13, 2009, 07:35:57 pm
I noticed nothing about Louis has been said. He isn't dead, is he?

Nope. Most of the survivors have been locked inside around the clock. I'm trying to give all the characters an equally active role in the story, but I guess I overlooked Louis. I'll try and include him more in the future.

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DF Community Games & Stories / Re: A Tale of Zombies (Community Fortress)
« on: June 13, 2009, 07:02:13 pm »

July 27th, 2017
The Infected remain stationed at the front of our camp. Six of them are trapped in the pit beneath our bridge, and Gaweir has felled one with a lucky shot through the eye. He and Uci continue to take potshots at them with what's left of our ammo, but they're too far out of range for us to do any real damage. Food and water supplies are fortunately high. I wish I could say the same for morale. We've had to dismantle most of the workshops for ammuntion, so no one has any work to do. We tried playing a game of poker, but Gordon always cheats. Pretty much the only things to do are eat, sleep, and watch the Infected go by.

October 10th, 2017
It took three months and countless rounds of ammunition, but we've destroyed every last Infected in the horde. It's finally safe to go outside again.


October 11th, 2017
Gaweir's skills with the zip gun are becoming the stuff of legend. The speed with which he dispatched the Infected has earned him a nickname around the camp: "Gaweir the Silky Rapidity." He spends all his time at the archery range now. I'm glad for his protection, but I'm the one left taking over his chores.


October 13th, 2017
Looks like I spoke too soon. The flies hadn't even settled on the corpses before another Horde showed up at our doorstep. Everyone was still at full readiness from the last attack, so sealing up the camp was a simple matter of protocol.


October 22nd, 2017
The first underground bunker has been completed. It consists of a barracks and food storage area. This place feels more like home now than Camp Four did.


The Events of December 9th, 2017
The survivors assembled in the underground bunker. They listened attentively as Jenn laid out their plan. "Our situation is growing desperate," she stated. "Although we have food and water to last a year or more, our fuel and ammunition are completely depleted. Worse, we're cut off from the outside world. We don't know how long it will be before something draws the Infected away. Carl has been assisting me in tracking their behaviors, and we've noticed that they tend to have periods of inactivity followed by periods of extreme violence. Our plan is to venture outside the camp during one of the periods of inactivity and attempt to retrive as many supplies as we can. Everyone has been given a list of goal and items to retrieve. Are there any questions?" Bill raised his hand. "If'n someone starts gettin' chased by zombies, n' they start runnin' towards the gates bringin' all the buggers runnin' after 'em, are we allowed to shoot 'em fer bein' so goddamn stupid?" Jenn glared at him. "Okay, so the next chance we'll get is in about three hours. Everyone meet up by the front gates before then."

Three hours later
The survivors filtered quietly out over the drawbridge. As they headed out to their assigned tasks, Carl slipped away into the night. His supposed goal was to retrieve the pelts from the ruins of the leather workshop for making armor. He headed in the direction of the workshop, but as soon as he was out of sight he turned and began heading north. He soon reached the foot of the mountains and began following the winding path of the river. Soon the area began to look familiar, and he headed towards an innocuous-looking heap of boulders. He reached into them and pulled out a blinking electronic device. After fiddling with some switches and knobs, he grunted in apparent satisfaction, and returned it to its hiding place. It was risky being out here alone while there were Infected in the area, but it was unlikely he'd get another chance to finish his experiments so soon. He was so close now... Just a few more samples, and he'd have what he needed. He was turning to head back to camp when he heard a rustling in the bushes. He froze, his hand going to the zip gun on his belt. More rustling. He listened carefully. Then he heard the telltale groan of an Infected. He began slowly creeping away from it. Maybe it hadn't heard him... Suddenly there was the loud cacaphony of a Horde being awakened. They rushed out of the bushes at him, arms outstretched. He drew his zip gun and began firing furiously, running backwards, his lab coat flapping in the wind. "Die, you bastards! Die! Die!" He fired round after round into the mass of bone and flesh. A huge muscled Brute pushed its way to the head of the pack. He fired at it, but the rounds were barely more than mosquito bites to a creature so huge. It reached out an immense arm and grabbed him around the neck. It lifted him up to the level of its face and exhaled, putrid waves rolling over Carl's face. He stared back at it and suddenly his eyes grew wide. "D-David..?" he choked out. "I didn't mean for it to happen... I'm... I'm sorry-" His words were cut short as the brute opened its jaws and took a gigantic bite out of the side of Carl's head. Carl screamed as bones crunched. The screaming was abrputly cut short by the loud popping of his skull.



When everyone had reassembled inside the gates, Ein did a headcount and quickly noticed the absence of Carl. "Did anyone see where Carl went?" No one responded. "All right, we'll keep a watch on the walls for him. If he's not back tonight, we'll send out a search party in the morning." Suddenly there was the sound of groans and a stench filled the air. The survivors ventured up onto the ramparts and saw the Infected surrounding their camp. At the head of the pack was a large Brute holding Carl's decapitated body aloft.

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DF Dwarf Mode Discussion / Re: Quest: The Most Interesting Dwarf in the World
« on: June 13, 2009, 05:32:09 pm »
This project is intriguing to me and I would like to subscribe to your newsletter.

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DF Community Games & Stories / Re: A Tale of Zombies (Community Fortress)
« on: June 13, 2009, 02:57:30 pm »

Meanwhile, Gaweir and Uci opened fire on the Infected. Their shots tore through the Infected, ripping off meat and bone, but they just swayed from the impacts and then kept marching towards the gates. "PULL THE LEVER!!!" screamed Jenn. The drawbridge was still down and the Infected were mere feet away from the gates. A group of four Infected reached the gates. They began battering the wooden structure with their fists, splintering it.


With a last desperate gasp, Bob hurled himself on the lever and pushed it to the ground. Five tense seconds passed as the gears clanked ponderously. Then the bridge slid out from under the Infected and the tumbled into the pit below, with expressions of furious confusion. The remaining Infected stood grunting at the edge of the pit for a few moments, then turned their attention to the buildings around the outside of the camp. They began toppling the hastily constructed wooden shacks, searching for fresh meat within. Gaweir and Uci emptied the last of their ammuntion into the horde, then returned to ground level. The survivors looked at each other grimly. "We're out of ammunition, and there are still at least fifty of them out there," said Gaweir. "And Okenido is out there with them." Jenn glanced around looking for Ein, and realized he was missing. She looked towards his desk in the corner and saw him scribbling furiously. "Three cords of wood, eight heaps of bone... No, no, eight cords of wood, three heaps of bone... dammit!"


"Ein..." Jenn asked as gently as she could, "What exactly are you doing?" "Trying to save Okenido, dammit!" Ein breathed in deeply and tried to calm himself. "Look here, if we disassemble the workshops, that'll give us enough wood for a few hundred rounds of ammo. I'll take a zip gun, and some of the armor, and I'll go out there, and I'll rescue her." The other survivors glanced around uneasily. The rest of them had accepted Okenido as lost. Jenn put her hand on Ein's shoulder. "All right. We'll give you all the support we can. Uci can cover you as you go out, and the rest of us will do our best to hold their attention. Let's get started on those workshops."

Okenido kneeled and tried to catch her breath. She was hyperventilating, her eyes clouding with tears. She glanced quickly behind her. The Infected were swarming around the camp, smashing down the wooden shacks clustered near the walls. She was a few hundred yards away, hidden in a copse of trees. They didn't notice her. She stood up, shakily. The Infected were directly between her and the gates. Even if she could somehow sneak past them, the drawbridge had already been raised. Maybe, if she could get around to the back entrance, she might be able to make it in... but she doubted the other survivors would lower the bridge for her. It wasn't worth risking all their lives just to save her own. She wasn't sure she would do any differently in their situation. She kept one eye carefully on the Infected as she considered the circumstances. The best thing to do would be to circle around through the mountains, and try and sneak in through the back. Having decided on a course of action, she began slowly backing out of the woods towards the river, watching the Infected for any sign that they might have noticed her. She had nearly made it to the river when she heard a sudden roar behind her. She spun around and was faced with another horde of Infected, at least 15 strong. She screamed and ran for the mountains. She was close... she knew this territory well. If she could just make it to the mountains... The Infected loped after her at full pace, but Okenido was extremely fit from four years of working outdoors every day.


Her calf muscles burned as she sprinted ahead of the horde. Soon she had made it up over the foothills and into a valley. She looked behind her. No infected in sight. She bent over for a moment, gasping. She was safe for now.

Ein checked the action on his zip gun. He strapped on a bandolier, and pulled on a pair of leather gloves. "All right," he said. "Now, when I give the signal, you start firing. I'll go out to the left, and then-"
"HEEEEEEEY!!! LOWER THE BRIDGE!!!"
"Okenido!" Ein ran to the top of the wall and looked out. Okenido was running at top speed towards the rear entrance to the fortress. The Infected were milling around the front of the camp, having run out of things to push over. If they spotted her... "Lower the bridge! Lower the bridge!" Ein shouted. Carl was the nearest one to the lever, so he grabbed it and pulled. The bridge thudded down and Okenido nearly flew over it. As soon as she was inside, Carl pushed the lever back up and the bridge retracted. Ein and Okenido embraced each other tearfully. "I was just about to come save you, see?" said Ein, holding up the zip gun with a smile. "Save me?" said Okenido, with a laugh. "I was distracting them to keep them away from you!" The joyful mood quickly turned serious. There was still the issue of the 50 or so Infected outside their gates. But for today, they were all inside and safe.

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DF Community Games & Stories / Re: A Tale of Zombies (Community Fortress)
« on: June 13, 2009, 02:56:59 pm »


The Events of July 9th, 2017
Jenn looked up from her breakfast. Bill was running frantically towards her, waving his arms and screaming. "They're here, they're here!" Jenn leapt to her feet. "Infected?" she asked. She didn't wait for a response. She rushed to the top of the ramparts and looked out at the horizon. A massive horde of Infected, at least 50 strong, was shambling purposefully towards their camp. Two heavily mutated muscular zombies were leading the pack.



Jenn grabbed the air horn hanging from the ramparts and blasted three short honks. There was a flurry of activity as everyone dropped what they were doing and rushed inside the gates. Gaweir and Uci assumed strategic positions on the ramparts beside her. They lifted their zip guns and took aim. Jenn gasped. The zip guns! They'd left them outside the gates! They were still sitting packed in bins in Bob's workshop.



She rushed back down. Everyone crowded around her in a circle with anxious looks on their faces. She quickly explained the situation to them. "We've only got a few minutes before the Infected reach us. Are there any volunteers to go retrieve the guns?" Okenido raised a shaky hand. Jenn hesitated. She felt like a bastard for sending out a newlywed, but Okenido was the fastest runner in the camp, and they didn't have much time. "All right," she said. "We'll lower the bridge for ten minutes, no longer. If you can't make it back by then..." Okenido nodded. As soon as the bridge was down, she slipped outside. She had nearly made it to the workshop when the Infected leading the horde spotted her. He grunted loudly to the rest of the horde and they broke out in a full run towards her. Okenido screamed and started running back towards the camp. She tripped over a rock and sprawled on the ground. She jumped to her feet and started running blindly, not knowing or caring where she ended up, as long as it was away from the Infected.


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DF Community Games & Stories / Re: A Tale of Zombies (Community Fortress)
« on: June 13, 2009, 06:32:32 am »
All right, I had more free time than I was expecting this weekend, so I played a bit after all.

January 14th, 2017
The Infected have left! I guess the sacrifice of those four refugees was enough to sate their appetites. Bob the mechanic threw a party to celebrate. We had potato soup with potato bread, and potato pudding for dessert. And we washed it all down with shots of vodka. We'll have to see about diversifying our crops.



February 6th, 2017
Some more refugees arrived at our camp today. The world seems to be full of people fleeing from one place to another, as we are slowly hunted to extinction by the Infected. They're welcome to stay, now that winter is over we'll need all the help we can get keeping our fields tilled. They're a strange bunch though. One of them is a guy named Gordon. Ein told me he's some kind of theoretical physicist, although where he found that out I have no idea, as the guy is completely mute. Hasn't said a word since he got here. Then there's Carl, a psychologist. He seems like a nice old man. A little weird, but nice. There's also a fisherman named Bill, and a few others whose names I can't recall at the moment. For now, we've got them hauling bags of concrete into the underground tunnels. We're constructing what is hopefully the first of many bunkers here, since that's much safer than being aboveground. This particular bunker will be the shared sleeping quarters for everyone in the camp, men and women. Can't be picky when there are Infected to worry about.









February 14th, 2017
Bob the mechanic came to me with a strange looking contraption today. He says it's called a zip gun, a type of weapon gang members used to make when they couldn't get around gun laws. I asked him where he found it and he told me he made it. Carved it out of fish bones and wood! I asked him if he could make more and he told me certainly, he'd just need ammo. I asked him what kind of ammo it uses and he told me wooden or bone pellets work fine. So now he's making a zip gun for every member of the camp, and I'm busy whittling thousands of pellets. My fingers are so cramped I can barely hold the pen...



February 28th, 2017
We found a horribly mangled goat corpse in the mountains today. An Infected must have ambushed it while it was grazing. Only the Infected could do something as insanely brutal as that.

On an unrelated note, Pathos has been supplying the camp with a steady influx of goat meat. His efforts are extremely helpful.



March 11th, 2017
Life at the camp has been busy as of late. Helping the new refugees adjust, building up our fortifications, and ensuring a steady food supply are all tasks that require a lot of hard work and effort. Today was the first in a long time I've had a moment to sit and think. It's hard to believe it's been over a year since we first arrived here.

March 27th, 2017
When I awoke this morning, I saw smoke rising from a fire on the horizon. As the wind blew over us, I smelled the scent of burning flesh. Whoever is dying out there today, survivor or infected, they were once someone's father or sister, daughter or lover. It's easy to forget that sometimes.

April 9th, 2017
We've set up a shooting range outside the camp. Gaweir, Uci, and Deathlord have been taking turns practicing marksmanship in between their duties. It won't hurt to be well prepared the next time the Infected show up.

May 10th, 2017
Deathlord's aqueduct is complete! Now our encampment will always have a supply of fresh water and fish, even under siege.



May 13th, 2017
The first crop of strawberries has ripened! No more potatoes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!



May 19th, 2017
Wonderful news! Ein and Okenido have finally tied the knot. Those two have had a thing for each other for a long time now. The wedding was a nice change of pace from all we've been going through lately.


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DF Modding / Re: Zombie Mod: version 0.91 Now With WORKING Graphics!
« on: June 12, 2009, 06:11:57 pm »
I came up with a few zombie-themed melee weapons. It's probably overkill, but I had fun thinking them up. I figured I'd share them with the rest of the community in case anyone wants to use them.

The list includes: pitchforks, plank + nails, sledgehammers, scythes, sickles, bowie knives, crowbars, brass knuckles, baseball bats, nightsticks, golf clubs, samurai swords, wrenches, nailguns, tasers, defibrillators, bullwhips, blowtorches, arc welders, meat cleavers, ice picks, waffle irons, tire irons, broom handles, pool cues, frying pans, rakes, and chainlocks.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

And ammo for the nailgun and taser:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Also, most of these items wouldn't be manufacturable anymore after the zombies attacked, so I was thinking about making a new race called scavengers or something like that, who trade these items with the survivors. I'll probably start working on that once I get the courage to mess around with entities.

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DF Modding / Re: Zombie Mod: version 0.91 Now With WORKING Graphics!
« on: June 12, 2009, 04:49:23 pm »
Was looking through the raws and noticed shovels have a CRIT_BOOST of 2. Is this intended? Seems kinda high.

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DF Community Games & Stories / Re: A Tale of Zombies (Community Fortress)
« on: June 12, 2009, 12:44:40 pm »
Just a heads up to everyone, I'm going to be gone this weekend, so probably no updates until Monday or Sunday at the earliest.

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DF Community Games & Stories / Re: A Tale of Zombies (Community Fortress)
« on: June 11, 2009, 11:55:14 pm »
Quote from: Neoadept on June 11, 2009, 10:07:36 pm
Incidentally, you should be able to make air rifles and ammo for them out of wood and bone at a craft and bower's building.  They don't pack a lot of punch, but once in awhile you get a lucky shot through the brain, which should be able to at least do better than untrained melee.  And it never hurts to level up some marksmen before letting them handle the actual guns :P.

Hey, thanks for the post! Glad to hear you like the story. I added a couple of my own modifications, but I neglected to test them before starting this story. As a result, I inadvertently removed air rifles from the game. I'm going to try mucking around in the raws and see if I can get them back in without having to regen the world. They would certainly come in handy right now.

I've got a couple bits of hopefully useful feedback so far. First is that I had a hard time figuring out a base design that fit in with the zombie "feel". I don't think of survivors as being the type to live in hollowed-out mountainhomes, so I'm trying to do as little digging as possible. At the same time, stone block castles don't feel very post-apocalyptic. I modded in reinforced concrete using a simplified version of something someone posting in your zombie mod thread, and the initial camp is made out of wood logs. I'm trying to think of other materials that would fit into a survivor camp as well. Plastic tarp tents come to mind.

The second thing is that it would be nice to have small-scale attacks in between the invasions, to keep the tension up. I guess that's sort of related to the problems with wild zombie populations being friendly though.

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DF Community Games & Stories / Re: A Tale of Zombies (Community Fortress)
« on: June 11, 2009, 08:37:41 pm »
Quote from: Labs on June 11, 2009, 05:09:51 pm
Question about the mod; if bitten and you survive, will you eventually become a zombie?

Not in this version of the mod. In the world the story is set in, corpses become Infected after a week or two of being dead.

From a purely game mechanics standpoint, I think the only way to turn survivors, living or dead, into infected is through memory editing. I'm pretty sure that's what Mayday did with the titan, only in reverse. Basically I'm going to assume that all survivor corpses get torn apart too badly to become zombies or the survivors retrieve them and destroy them before they become zombies. If I get to a point in the story where I think it would be interesting to have a former character become zombified, I might decide to use a memory editor.

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DF Community Games & Stories / Re: A Tale of Zombies (Community Fortress)
« on: June 11, 2009, 04:14:05 pm »
Total losses:
Four survivors
Two kittens

Total damage inflicted:
One slightly battered zombie

One captured zombie

Quote from: Byakugan01 on June 11, 2009, 02:56:04 pm
So, crowbar for now then. :D though it wouldn't be out of character for him to try and wrestle with his bare hands either. How many infected are out there anyway? just the one group?

Well, the only crowbar is on the bottom of a lake now :P So it's bare hands then. There's one group of 16 infected. Three of them are named.

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DF Community Games & Stories / Re: A Tale of Zombies (Community Fortress)
« on: June 11, 2009, 03:53:07 pm »
January 1st, 2017
Still trapped. We're all starting to go insane from being cramped inside all day. Bob's turn outside is up. The next 'volunteer' is another of the refugees, a guy named Pathos. Another insane asylum inmate. Seems to be a lot of these types around somehow. Maybe they just have a better survival ratio than the average person, or something. We're all a little over the edge, though. Ein's so stir-crazy from being locked inside that he's started counting everything in the camp, using an obscure system of pebbles and marks on the wall that no one else can comprehend. According to him we have 16 'gulps' (his words, he started making up systems of measurement that are completely insane) of beer, 32 'noms' of rations and our camp is apparently worth 7000 'survivorbucks'. Then he wandered off mumbling something about trying to grow a beard. I have no idea what's gotten into him.


January 7th, 2017
Some of the refugees snuck out of the camp sometime during the night. A few clubs and knives are missing. I fear they may have gone to try and attack the Infected. Pathos is still out there too. It's a suicide mission, but I won't try and stop them. That would just get the rest of us killed too.

The Events of January 7th, 2017
Kulur steeled himself for what had to be done. He gripped the wooden club in his right hand with a look of what he imagined to be grim determination. This would be just like in all those movies he'd seen as a kid. He and the other refugees would rush out there, weapons in hand, and bash those bastards' brains out. Infected were slow and dumb, right? They'd easily sidestep their attacks, dodge between them, and return to the camp victorious. Sure, some of them might die. But it was always the whiny ones who died first. Kulur was sure he wasn't the whiny one. Now Hethre, sure. She was a right bitch. Kulur was pretty sure she wasn't coming back alive, but of course he wouldn't say anything to her about it.

"Kulur, now! Go!" yelled Hethre.

Kulur looked up from his thoughts. An Infected was walking right into the ambush spot they'd set up for them! Kulur let out a yell and rushed towards it. It looked at him with an expression of dumb animal confusion on its face. He swung his club at its head... or at least, that's what he aimed for. Somehow, the club struck the zombie in its left arm instead.  The creature roared in fury and bent over, headbutting Kulur in the stomach. He gasped... and then screamed. The zombie had bitten a huge chunk out of his sides, and was now latched to his abdomen, tearing flesh out angrily. Kulur felt the toxins beginning to seep into his veins... He fell over in a heap, unable to move his arms or legs. He watched with detached concern as the zombie pulled out his kidney, still attached through fleshy strands, and began gnawing on it greedily. This wasn't quite like the movies... or was it? Kulur couldn't remember. It didn't really matter anyways... It was actually a pretty nice day outside, he reflected to himself. Pretty nice, except one thing... What was it again? Oh, yeah... The Infected. Kulur blinked sleepily. Those... infected. Whatever they were. Kulur wondered if they wanted to be friends. It was his last thought before he closed his eyes forever.

"Kulur's down!" shouted Hethre. She had never been in real combat before, but she'd killed her parents when they became Infected all those years ago. She backed over them with the family car during her mad dash to escape the suburbs. Despite all that had happened to her since then, she was still unaccustomed to the sight of blood. She looked on in horror as the zombie gulped down Kulur's kidney, then ripped his left arm off at the shoulder and started shaking it from side to side in its mouth, like a dog.

She shook herself out of her stunned silence, and rushed towards the zombie, knife in hand. She'd make these things pay for what they did to Kulur... She had really liked him. She tackled the stinking creature, all 110 pounds of her weight pushing against it. The zombie was surprisingly light and it fell over backwards with a startled "Bwuh?" She slashed at its arms and legs, watching the flesh pull back weirdly, with no blood spilling from the wounds. It was just like unzipping a bag. The zombie grabbed her leg and bit down. The knife fell from her suddenly limp fingers, and she fell to her knees while looked up at the sky, dazed.


Her friends Alir and Stram had joined the fight by this point. They started bashing the zombie in the head. Stram knew the only way to kill an Infected was to smash its brains. Someone back at the Camp had told him that. The zombie released its death-grip on Hethre and turned towards Stram. Standing up, it hit him with a vicious backhand that sent him sprawling. He choked and coughed up blood. He couldn't breathe... was he dying?


The zombie bit him in the underarm and suddenly sweet relief rushed into his body. Everything was going to be okay. What was he even worried about? It didn't matter...

Alir was desperate. His friends were all lying on the ground, bleeding and incapacitated. The zombie was kneeling over Stram, biting and clawing at his flesh. He'd only have one more chance at this, but the zombie had inhuman endurance. They'd already inflicted enough damage on the monster to kill any normal human, but the thing didn't even show signs of slowing down.


He took in a deep breath... then swung at the creature with the big rock in his hand, aiming for the head. The zombie staggered from the blow, then reached out at Alir, its teeth gnashing furiously. He grabbed its neck, using all his strength to keep those deadly teeth from reaching him. The two grappled for a few tense moments, until Alir's hand slipped and the zombie's teeth brushed against his forearm. Instantly, Alir stopped resisting. He fell limply to the ground under the zombie's weight. The zombie gleefully started tearing into the incapacitated survivors, pulling off limbs and ripping out organs with mad abandon. It hadn't feasted like this in a long time.
Soon, the survivors were nothing but a heap of clothes and bones. The zombie felt something brush against its side. It looked down. A small furry animal looked up at it with curious eyes. The zombie stared blankly back at it. The poor kitten had followed its master out of the camp. The zombie thought silently for a moment. It had never seen such a strange creature before. But it was living... it smelled like meat. And the zombie was still hungry. So very hungry...


Journal of Jenn Athrabmones
12th January, 2017
Pathos has returned from gathering herbs on the north side of camp. He told us how he witnessed the four refugees attacking the Infected and how they'd been eaten. As such, we've decided to cancel sending out members of the camp, and keep the drawbridges raised until the Infected are drawn away. A guard will be posted 24/7 near the lever that lowers the bridges. I hate to even think it, but the truth is the death of those four will make our food supply go that much further. It's hard to be compassionate when you're faced with terrors like these.

13th January, 2017
We've captured one of the Infected through clever use of the retractable drawbridge. I have no idea what we're going to do with it, but that's one less Infected that can eat us.

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DF Community Games & Stories / Re: A Tale of Zombies (Community Fortress)
« on: June 11, 2009, 02:10:48 pm »
Quote from: Byakugan01 on June 11, 2009, 01:53:51 pm
Edit: tip-do you have shovels or something? you could dig a tunnel into one of your water sources from the palisades, allowing you to get water.

Heh, what a coincidence...

December 15th, 2016

Success! After a month of working outside alone, Stram has built a secure shelter around a nearby lake. Deathlord excavated a tunnel out to the lake and we now have a safe supply of water! We're now drawing straws to take turns venturing outside and gathering crucial supplies. Bob, one of the refugees, was up first. His mission is to expand the palisade, so we'll have room to grow crops inside the camp. Meanwhile, the Infected show no signs of leaving. They continue to circle our base every day. The only thing that can distract them is prey in a weaker position than we are. It's twisted, but our only chance for survival relies on the misfortune of another. Such is the way things are these days.





I'm going to try and work Pathos into the story in the future, but right now everyone's pretty much locked up inside doing nothing. I might have a few of the refugees try a suicide attack, just to make things interesting. Also, yes, swords are in, but I have no anvil or obsidian.

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