[quote=“tonicEngine2, post:11283, topic:47”]Eugene thought he was so cool. With his plate mail and morningstar still warm from the forge, he used the predawn darkness to walk to the next town over. There was a Main Battle Tank there and he thought he could just sprint in, fire that mother up and start rampaging. The fight to get in went well as the zeds had no time to organize, but he discovered, much to his dismay, that although the tank had fuel and controls and batteries and all that jazz, neither of its engines were present and accounted for.
Fighting his way out of a zed-swarmed tank was hard, but Eugene knew he was tough as nails. Buoyed by a Tramadol he’d accidentally taken instead of his morning vitamins, he smashed his way through. Panting, slathered in ichor and blood, he was ready to declare triumph when he saw the zombie hulk. The only thing that saved him was being punched through the front wall of a coffee shop that promptly collapsed on him. This bought enough time to take another painkiller and snort some coke, crank some rock and roll in the headphones and prepare himself for another dance with death.
When it was over still more zeds had come, and they had to be dealt with and another wave besides and in the end he dropped the morningstar from nerveless fingers and fumbled out the shotgun to put down the last four assailants.
He figured he was done. Any survivor knows that gunshots bring zeds, and he had no idea how he’d fight off the next wave. What he didn’t realize was that the roar of the collapsing coffee shop had already done that. Eugene had survived the Battle of the Engine-Less Tank.
Later, tending his wounds, he realized how close he’d come to death. It would have taken only one missed parry, or one whiffed swing of his weapon to end him entirely. With a start, he realized it had been the Tramadol. If he’d taken his vitamins like he should have that morning, he’d have been dead by noon.[/quote]
This was EPIC!
