Very Ape 748 Posted March 23, 2013 How is Hell treating you?We followed your blazing trail of death and destruction all across the southern coast. We've killed men ourselves, sometimes in questionable circumstances-- but never like this. You were mad men, and your insanity had to be stopped. For every hamlet, every town, every city, you left half a dozen corpses, sometimes more. But we were right on your tracks; your CZ 550 and Lee Enfields were our North Star. Sometimes we were close; we narrowly missed the slaughter in Prigorodki, but we never stopped. We thought we had missed again in Chernogorsk, having crossed the city and found more bloody carcasses.But then we heard the CZ 550.And then the Lee Enfield.Again, again and again. Not a word from my partner and I. We bolted into the night, doubling back like you monsters had. Then we creeped through the city, going from the northern apartments back to the eastern hospital. And then we fucking found you. We followed your trail of corpses like bloodhounds, and now we were closing in, to put an end to the hunt. One of you turned the corner, and we came face to face. Even in the dark, I could see the CZ 550 clutched in your hands. You would take it to Hell.You ran into the night, and my partner tossed a flare. We chased you, but the Lee Enfield rang out fatally, and my partner fell. I heard him yell, as zombies ripped into his flesh, and you did not silence him. And I did not help him. I doubled back, flanking around the building, and found you. Your head was peaking out from the pipelines that ran above the streets. I backed up and fired, and you fell. Your blood coursed down onto me, cleansing me. I had never felt so satisfied. You died, bandit, but your partner had not.The dinner bell rang again, this time closer, and a bullet screamed past me. I ran to cover, and chased your partner through the streets, stopping to shoot and getting mauled by zombies. But finally, your partners' legs gave out to my Kalashnikov, and I put him down like the dog he was.Back to you.I said my goodbyes to my partner, and climbed up the pipeline to your corpse. It was gone-- but yet, you had died. You took your CZ 550 to Hell with you, you combat-logging son of a bitch. 5 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
XxodgamingxX 8 Posted March 23, 2013 poetic but kinda strange way of calling some one a loser for combat logging.. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Wazza 274 Posted March 23, 2013 I enjoyed this short story muchly thankyou... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
colekern 1364 Posted March 23, 2013 poetic but kinda strange way of calling some one a loser for combat logging..It's one of the best ways I've ever seen! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Chris529 380 Posted March 23, 2013 uhh, cool story bro I guess :P at least you got that combat logging wanker Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
EdgarFriendly 80 Posted March 23, 2013 (edited) Combat logging is low, very low, lower some say than a slugs underbelly.......thats very low if you didn't know. Edited March 23, 2013 by EdgarFriendly Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
declan223@gmail.com 271 Posted March 23, 2013 Man, you should write a book, seriously. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
