Tried out ATZ with two friends, but didn't take any pictures of the action I was more concerned about not messing up the rules then having pictures as proof of the game. Well hope you enjoy the read, maybe the next one will have some pictures.
Its been five days since the virus ravaged our once civilized world. The
government failed to contain the virus which spread like wild fire.
There is complete chaos and anarchy in the streets, people are killing
people, people are eating people. We can hear them outside trying to
claw there way thru the barricaded doors and boarded up windows, but its
only a matter of time before they breach us, maybe we'll just starve to
death. There must be a safe zone established somewhere? There were more
of us the other day, we had Jim, mike and Ed, but they drew the
smallest straws to scavenge the local area for supplies, none have since
returned. Chris and John have decided first thing tomorrow afternoon
to take there chance with the near empty pickup truck and see how far
they can get.
Chris and john managed to get to the out side of the city before there
Chevy pickup ran out of gas. But hope was not lost, just a couple
blocks away a gas station was in view. They both knew what had to be
done. As the truck stalled and rolled a few more feet, several figures
stumbled out of the
shadow, and the near by buildings, interested in what was occupied in the
pick-up. Chris and John hopped out of the truck and brazenly walked
down the street. The zombies shuffled closer to John and Chris and away
from the truck, fresh meat was in the air. Its been a long time since
the walkers had some warm, kicking and screaming meat, moaning and
zombies lurched after our two survivors. Both survivors, took a couple
pop shot down the street, taking several zombies out with precision head shots,
but that just rang the diner bell, more zombies interested
in the commotion converged with in the area. As soon as an opening
presented itself the two survivors ran and neither looked back , there
only goal was to get to the gas station.
After running several blocks
and loosing the tailing zombies, pumping out the gas was a breeze. The
two survivors high tailed it back to the truck, but John was out of
shape and started to show signs of fatigue. Chris managed to take out a
few stragglers around the truck before running out of ammo. John still
lagging behind took a couple pop shot but the ammo was getting tight.
Chris stood his ground with knife in hand, slashing and stabbing the
flooding of walkers closing in on him. A thought briefly passed thru
Chris's head, I should get in the truck and leave Johns slow ass behind for the
walkers before its too late, but a sparkle of humanity kept him waiting
for his friend. Too bad for both of them the horde was to much, out
numbered and tired they were torn apart and
consumed. The last thought thru Chris head wasn't about leaving his
friend John behind, but about saving that last round for himself.