(C) DAVOS SOFTWARE, 1996.
(C) Music: Davos Software
"MARATHON zombie
In explanation of the game "ZOMBI"
A small provincial French
the town was invaded vnezapno.Eto Zombie phenomenon can be
compared only that a bolt from the blue, or heavy rains when
the sun shines with might and main. City officials and police
could not resist revived corpses, the population
the city gradually turned into a zombie.
After a few days around the city there are only four living
people who escaped from his pursuers on the roof of the central
supermarket. Three boys and one girl ...
And what was with all the other residents,
pointeresuetes you? Well, this question
answer is easy-they have all become zombies, the living
corpses. Looking closer to the wandering the streets hordes of
zombies, you can find among them the mayor, police chief, and
other mates. But I digress. Our heroes
chased a crowd of zombies, and the result of this
chase was the sad and oblomny
fact that the guys on the roof zanykalis supermarkets and, of
course, zaperlis.I started ...
*
Alexander first saw standing on the
the roof of the helicopter take-off site. I called those guys,
Alexander climbed into the helicopter cabin. And he was not
even surprised that helicopter door was not locked. Checking
all systems, Alexander noticed with regret the fact that the
helicopter tanks were completely empty. With the detached view
of it slowly crept out of the salon and weary tone said:
- We must look for the fuel tanks of a vessel empty.
Patrick nervously lit a cigarette and walked to the
parapet. Looking down, he saw that
City of God knows what was going on: the streets were running
hundreds of zombies, some skeletons with lumps of decayed skin
played football head of his brother. Patrick took a deep breath
and slowly turned to the children. So, well, well. Everything
is ok, no one frightened. Stretching, Patrick ruffled
his hair and began:
- Guys, we're sitting God knows where,
a helicopter, but no fuel. At the bottom of these mongrel
zombies stagger and perhaps soon they will get up to us. We
need to act, hell, you can not sit here and wait for some
festering bastard suck my brain
Smart! We must do something ...
- Excellent! - Yanik from doomed views
shook his head - Do you have a smart
Ideas?
Patrick stubbed out his cigarette on the grooved soles of
their shoes. Grinning, he careless nod of the head pointed to
the door:
- I think someone has to go down
down and find fuel. I have more ideas
no ...
Alexander and Yannick looked at each other. Yanik
emphatically wagged his finger at his temple:
- Are you krezanulsya? There is complete
Zombies!
Sylvia, before silently watch
the above scene, suddenly said:
- I think Patrick rights.
Alexander put his hands on the girl
shoulders and said:
- Sylvia, you must understand that this is not a zombie
joke. I agree, Patrick filed a clever
idea, but we must not rush headlong to
elevator door - for it can be expensive to pay ...
- Aha, - put out of place Yanik, for example, you dine some
a walking corpse ...
- Shut up - threw Alexander Yanik
and continued, - I mean Sylvia, here
should all think carefully, and only then
act.
Alekasandr removed his hand from the shoulders of Sylvia
and went to vertoletu.Stuknuv with power fist on the face
plate, he hissed:
- Why?!
Patrick silently watched Alexander. Yanik looked at the
toes of his tarpaulin boots. Sylvia looked at with caution
door to the roof. Alexander,
abruptly turned and said softly:
- I come.
- Alexander! - Sylvia grabbed his
hand - you can ..
- Do not worry, baby, I told them not to
teeth, - said Alexander and winked
right eye - Well, good luck!
Sylvia Alexander dismissed, and the village
on the edge of the guard roof. Patrick went
to Alexander and said quietly:
- Be careful.
- Of course! - Encouraging tone replied Alexander, and
jerked open the door.
In the gap formed immediately thrust his blue hand with
curved curved claws, full of festering sores, and the other
side of the door he heard some gurgling wheezing. Alexander
with a force slammed the door, and pinched her hand zombies.
- Give something heavy! - He shouted, holding the door,
which was bursting with mad from the pain of zombies.
Patrick grabbed a hatchet, which lies in
helicopter, and the force snapped them on the hand
zombies. There was a crash, and the hand, separated
from the body fell to the floor. From the stump of a zombie
gushing blood, mixed with yellow pus.
Alexander even more pressed to the door, and
stump had disappeared. Closing the door on the latch, Alexander
wiped his hand on my forehead sweat. Catching his breath, he
said hoarsely:
- It is necessary to modify slightly the idea of zombies
in my plans were not included. At least here - seeing a severed
hand Alexander raised his eyebrows in surprise, - What
is this garbage?
- The front of course - answered
Patrick and hooked his fingers through his hatchet, threw her
off the roof.
Putting the bloody hatchet to
Wall, Patrick smiled bitterly:
- It seems that zombies are not such fools as
I thought. Naive to hope for from my
hand, that the zombies will roam the
streets. Ch-ch-devil!
Persons guys pomrachneli.Aleksandr thoughtfully frowning,
but no bailout ideas never occurred.
- Okay, guys still have to go
down - at last he said - Who goes to
I, for hedging?
Alexander raised his standing against the wall ax and
swung it over his shoulder, and then looked wary guys. Patrick
got up and threw up his hands:
- Come on - and added, will turn to Yanik - Take care of
Sylvia.
- Of course - Yannick smiled.
Patrick fished from the deep interior helicopter gas key
and held it suspended .- Bullshit, easy!
Digging in the instrument a little more, Patrick found a
sledgehammer. Here, here! Just what the doctor propisal.Pravda,
what the hell did a sledgehammer in a helicopter? But the time
to be distracted by the left-hand threads, absolutely not.
Tossing a sledgehammer on his shoulder, Patrick nodded at the
door:
- Move, Alexander!
*
Strange, but the door was empty. Only a puddle of blood
indicates that a place where zombies, lost his rake.
Patrick looked around. Loft-like attic nothing unremarkable.
Scattered throughout Mount junk - boxes, crates,
Monitors ... Alexander, playing montazhkoy, walked around the
attic, passing between the rows of boxes and crates. None.
- It seems everything here is clean, "said
He - Go ahead! Patrick closed the door to the roof, and moved
deep into the attic. Patrick pointed out a sledgehammer to
side of the elevator:
- Look, a lift!
The guys came up to the elevator, and Alexander
pressed the call button. Twinkle lights on
panel and the door opened. Huge
zombies, baring fangs, puzzled stare at guys. While in his
skull did not it's no thoughts, Patrick with a flourish
drove him with a hammer in his filthy face.
On all sides flew the remains of the skull,
wall instantly bloodied. Deprived of the head zombie tried to
escape flight, but a few strokes of the ax
hooves and hands deprived zombies opportunities
move. Otpihnuv kick the severed limb, Alexander for fidelity
dismembered the body with an ax ugly zombies
noisily took a nose:
- Something here stinks so crap
Patrick, do not you hear? Patrick leaning on sledgehammer
and looked at the mutilated body of a zombie:
-This guy did not like to wash ...
*
Patrick shook his head from side to side
- Other zombies nearby was not. Throwing dismembered body of a
zombie boxes and drawers, the guys got into the elevator and
rode on the first floor. The elevator stopped, sash doors
slowly began to open. Patrick grasped in the hands of his
hammer, and Alexander coolly took aim with an ax Intermedia
open door wings. The elevator door finally opened. Patrick came
out cautiously the elevator and looked around. So, well, well
... That we have at the moment? Division of household goods ...
Chudnenko ... Counters tick, zhrachka scattered around the
store, the walls smeared with someone blood. Patrick pointed
out a sledgehammer to the stairs leading to the second floor:
- Alexander, go upstairs!
- Okay! - Alexander in the blink of an eye
appeared on the stairs, and after a couple of seconds on the
second floor in a department where once sold weapons.
Patrick posopel bit, scratched his head and moved forward.
Zombies sought for the glory of such chaos in the room is
cleaned up and have a grenade exploded. Walking around the
counters and back up a couple of not stained krovushkoy rolls,
Patrick felt something much better. Suddenly, from utility room
doors appeared a certain subject, looks like a great zombie.
Bah! Well yes it is the mayor of the devil! Mair zombies
hesitated, looking at the heavy hammer in his hand
Patrick. Bared his terrible jaws, and tried to smile, the mayor
of a zombie mumbled:
- Zdravsvst ... Hi, uh ...
Patrick narrowed their Zenk and stared at the zombie.
Zombyara not confused, apparently, not all the brains out
emerged. The mayor, meanwhile showed his teeth,
making an attempt to smile. But the smile
He obviously did not come out.
- I actually ... Mayor began, and suddenly
suddenly jumped on Patrick. Whiz ... Beat in the skull ...
Blood flies on the wall and the counter ... The body zombie
falls on the floor ... Patrick sighed loudly and muttered all
one word: "Bastard!". After another
the massacre at St. Patrick locked in
throat, and he is in search of water rushed rummage
for lockers that are big enough
quantities were prisobacheny on the wall. A few minutes later,
Patrick quench thirst "PEPSI", but by inertia continued to
rummage in boxes. From the next locker tumbled some object, and
the room swept clang of iron. Patrick reached down and pulled
out from under the counter canister. As expected, completely
empty. "Useful" - thought Patrick, and dragged the canister
with him. More to do here was nothing ...
*
At Alexander's eyes ran from
such an abundance of weapons of all kinds, ranging
primitive pocket knives, and ending with almost no tanks.
Dropping the ax to the side, Alexander went up to light machine
guns. That's it! Armed with a machine gun wound itself,
almost three-layer machine-gun belts, stuffed into the pockets
of their pants "pineapple", which local kids terrorized
intractable for good grades teachers, and to top it off putting
on a flak jacket and pulled his helmet, Alexander went to the
mirror, and easily threw machine gun on his shoulder. His
chest, so ... Excellent! Now would sfotkatsya, yes ...
Alexander's eye saw behind
some movement. Turning sharply, he
fired a burst of machine gun. Zombie bukavalno
fragmented. Alexander once again looked at the mirror, however,
already abundantly watered with the blood of the enemy.
Alexander stepped over the remains of a zombie and slowly went
deeper into the cabin.
*
Trudging along with the canister and a sledgehammer,
Patrick heard somewhere above machine-gun fire. Alexander
ready, "he muttered. Upstairs there was a joyous cry: "I did
it!". Patrick looked on the ceiling and not on provopil in
Answer: "Do not scare me so much anymore!"
*
Janick comfortably settled in an empty
box, vyuzhennom all from the same ill-fated veroleta. Rummaged
in the pockets of search for cigarettes and lighters, Janik
watched with interest what was happening on the streets ...
Sylvia, sitting comfortably on running boards the helicopter,
reading a magazine. They waited for the guys ...
*
Alexander, nabychivshis, stubbornly walking
forward, occasionally shooting a zombie that suddenly appeared
in his way. One little business done, there are weapons, so that
remains the most difficult - to find this fucking fuel and
flushed from here, as long as arms and legs in place. For the
sake of diversity, Alexander shook his head from side to side.
Wonderful picture, which adorned the would be a battle at the
Kursk Bulge in the midst of slaughter. Raskurochennye counters,
walls perfectly complements the bloody divorce. On
one door with blood was namazyukano obscene expression. Fu,
disgusting! After wandering for some time on the crushed second
floor, Alexander went on first floor on the elevator. Nearby,
he saw Patrick sitting on the canister. - Hey, Patrick! -
Happily vzvopil Alexander, but finish the sentence did not have
time - about anything zapnuvshis, he fell with a crash. Rising
and otryahnuvshis, Patrick strained through his teeth something
about someone's mother. His gaze slowly sank to the subject,
for which he so successfully caught and welled. The subject was
so right guys hose ... Alexander leaned forward and
picked up the hose. Everything is going according to plan, it
remains Only one thing-finding fuel in the
SHOP'e.
- Patrick, your mother, that's enough to sit on
This canister Catch hose! - aptly cast
Alexander hose fell about Patrick
-Somewhere there must be a garage. Perhaps
there are still standing machine. Come along,
look!
- Okay! -Sleepily replied Patrick, "Let's take a look ...
*
A couple of zombies with interest in digging
the belly of a small truck. From under the open hood protruded
feet zombies. Quite often, from under the hood flew sparks, and
legs twitched nervously zombies. Second Zombies have suffered
an acute attack of stupidity played a spanner in the
"townships". This peace now broke suddenly opened its door. On
the threshold stood ENTIRE TWO LIVING PERSON. Kachok sent to
zombie gun and yelled something about
somebody's mother. The second shows the average
and waved his finger with a hammer. Machine-gun fire rang out.
Amateur "town" literally blown to pieces. Novice motorist,
carelessly leaning out of the Hood, received his portion of the
lead and never twitched.
*
Almost running, Alexander and Patrick
podoschli to the car. Unscrew the plug from the tank
Patrick masterly swore - the tank was
empty. Looking around, the guys spotted a couple of trucks, and
watchful eyes of Alexander caught some movement in the body of
one of the machines. Long burst on
body produced tangible results - from the back left mutilated
zombies and ran heels, but a grenade thrown by Aleksander
accurately, not allowed to leave the zombie away ... In the
second tank car was also empty. Patrick again masterfully
cursed and rushed to the third car. At this time
everything was OK - the tank was full. Siphoned from a hose in
the fuel tank canister, Alexander and Patrick moved in
way back. On the first floor of the guys waiting
a most unpleasant surprise. Somehow
it is here flocked the main mass of zombies, destroying and
smashing everything in its path. Patrick looked at Alexander
and whispered:
- So what's next? Alexander darkly
smiled and unbuckled the belt a couple of grenades. Put in new
tape gun and assured Patrick:
- Break through! In a crowd of zombies, run hither and
around the store in all directions, there was an explosion.
Behind him is another. Pieces meat and severed limbs flew
different directions. Patrick and Alexander dashing gallop
rushed to the stairs. Zombies covered by the wild longing for
fresh caruncle, ran after them ...
*
Yanik looked down - the crowd of zombies
poured into the department store. Obviously, the bottom of
something happened. Somewhere below heard two
explosion. Yanik went to the door ...
*
Alexander and Patrick ran up to win the door, Patrick
began to beat in door with his fists and yelling: "This is us!
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