(Thats right there is a sequel planned.)
The bus, dead, the driver, dead, the street? Dead. Welcome to dead drive street.
Dead drive street, a nickname given by the townsfolk to Mead Dive Street.
Why? Because Mead Dive street is the longest, residential road ever built, almost a highway.
Because of its length some people have treated it as such, and as such many have died.
You all regain conciousness, reilizing the bus had crashed you all check for wounds. Some of the students lay limp, almost as if sleeping, the driver however was'nt as lucky. His face in shock, eyes wide open never blinking. His left hand on the wheel as if bracing for impact. But his right hand ontop of the glove compartment handle. It seemed he was alive even after the crash, what had killed him however was the shard of glass covering his body. His seat belt was jammed but one of said shards. If seemed he had bleed to death but while alive he was reaching for the compartment.
The front of the bus was cover by the brown of a large tree and red of the drivers blood. The front bus doors were crushed and could not be opened. However the doors in the middle of the bus where alright. Suddenly somthing hit that door. A hand? Perhaps somone had come to help!
Shouting out everyone gave random shouts. "We're in here!", "Hurry up!" ,"Please get us out please!" But what greeted them wasnt a firman or a member of the police. It was the local Butcher, his name dave, bloody cleaver in hand he gave a loud grunt and smashed the door open. His apron was covered in blood. He didnt smile like he ussually did. Nore did he laugh. He simply looked around and gave another grunt. The students, were breathless, "Come on then youngins we better get out of here!" motioning at the smashed door he proceeded to clear away some of the broken glass. Some of the students were injured, everyone started to help everyone else out. Everyone lining up at the exit somthing happened.
A thing! Came out of nowhere and tackled Dave down. Screaming and flailing Dave somhow threw his cleaver into the air, the heavy knife came down killing both him and his assailent. The students studied with horror. The thing that had attacked dave was long dead before the knife hit. Somewhere from behind, a low moaning had erupted from nothing, the only thing that everyone knew was that they had to get to school.
(and thats my intro, try to stay in character guys, When stating your post try make it sound like a novel, describe how you are feeling what you are seeing and what you are about to do, remeber dont just say I swing my bat and hit three zombies say somthing like this,
Looking around I knew I had no choice, my friends lay dead, my leg limp, I saw the undead, Its ugly face coming ever closer, in sheer desperation I swung my bat aimed at all three!Clutching the makshift weapon of wood I summoned all of my remaining strength, The bat whizzed around and....!!!
After you post like that I will post up somthing like this
Dave
this happen to you
jess
you hit these guys
bob
you miss this guy but hit this one and this also happens to you etc.
In other words dont post again until I post the updates. This is sorta like a turn based system I guess but during the posts some of you may perform actions without you saying to, generally they will be reactions.)
The bus, dead, the driver, dead, the street? Dead. Welcome to dead drive street.
Dead drive street, a nickname given by the townsfolk to Mead Dive Street.
Why? Because Mead Dive street is the longest, residential road ever built, almost a highway.
Because of its length some people have treated it as such, and as such many have died.
You all regain conciousness, reilizing the bus had crashed you all check for wounds. Some of the students lay limp, almost as if sleeping, the driver however was'nt as lucky. His face in shock, eyes wide open never blinking. His left hand on the wheel as if bracing for impact. But his right hand ontop of the glove compartment handle. It seemed he was alive even after the crash, what had killed him however was the shard of glass covering his body. His seat belt was jammed but one of said shards. If seemed he had bleed to death but while alive he was reaching for the compartment.
The front of the bus was cover by the brown of a large tree and red of the drivers blood. The front bus doors were crushed and could not be opened. However the doors in the middle of the bus where alright. Suddenly somthing hit that door. A hand? Perhaps somone had come to help!
Shouting out everyone gave random shouts. "We're in here!", "Hurry up!" ,"Please get us out please!" But what greeted them wasnt a firman or a member of the police. It was the local Butcher, his name dave, bloody cleaver in hand he gave a loud grunt and smashed the door open. His apron was covered in blood. He didnt smile like he ussually did. Nore did he laugh. He simply looked around and gave another grunt. The students, were breathless, "Come on then youngins we better get out of here!" motioning at the smashed door he proceeded to clear away some of the broken glass. Some of the students were injured, everyone started to help everyone else out. Everyone lining up at the exit somthing happened.
A thing! Came out of nowhere and tackled Dave down. Screaming and flailing Dave somhow threw his cleaver into the air, the heavy knife came down killing both him and his assailent. The students studied with horror. The thing that had attacked dave was long dead before the knife hit. Somewhere from behind, a low moaning had erupted from nothing, the only thing that everyone knew was that they had to get to school.
(and thats my intro, try to stay in character guys, When stating your post try make it sound like a novel, describe how you are feeling what you are seeing and what you are about to do, remeber dont just say I swing my bat and hit three zombies say somthing like this,
Looking around I knew I had no choice, my friends lay dead, my leg limp, I saw the undead, Its ugly face coming ever closer, in sheer desperation I swung my bat aimed at all three!Clutching the makshift weapon of wood I summoned all of my remaining strength, The bat whizzed around and....!!!
After you post like that I will post up somthing like this
Dave
this happen to you
jess
you hit these guys
bob
you miss this guy but hit this one and this also happens to you etc.
In other words dont post again until I post the updates. This is sorta like a turn based system I guess but during the posts some of you may perform actions without you saying to, generally they will be reactions.)
