Dave's Zombie Proof Bunker and Refuge for Unattached Wimmens

[Chaingun]

Hope your mouth doesn't make promises that your body cannot keep!!!

I'm willing to sign a waiver absolving you of all damages that I may incur...but there's not much law left anymore.

 

[WhipLuvr]

Nekkie wimmens insures that I keep in shape. Got to keep my strength up.

Always remember the "cardio" rule from Zombieland. Good stuff to be learned in that movie.

*responds physically to being rubbed*

Nekkie wimmens also cant wear armour... or weapons. I'll keep my clothes on, thank you.

* pats in the last of the burn cream*

There we go. lLe down and rest. I'll be back in a few hours.

* snaps a metal handcuff around his wrist and puts the other end on the bedframe*

 

[Chaingun]

Nekkie wimmens also cant wear armour... or weapons. I'll keep my clothes on, thank you.

* pats in the last of the burn cream*

There we go. lLe down and rest. I'll be back in a few hours.

* snaps a metal handcuff around his wrist and puts the other end on the bedframe*

Rut roh!

He'p me, he'p me!

*falls asleep*

 

[Pirates_Wench]

I'm willing to sign a waiver absolving you of all damages that I may incur...but there's not much law left anymore.

That's right! I forgot about that.
Well if you die, I guarantee you will die with a smile on your face!!

 

[WhipLuvr]

Rut roh!

He'p me, he'p me!

*falls asleep*

* chuckles and goes to rejoin the dancing*

 

[Kat73]

Sneaks back in the compound after being out for a few days...

Damn.. all quiet here...

Curls up near PW and falls fast asleep.

 

[Artina Heartflash]

This is Zombie-Land. There is not government, no boundaries, no rules, no order, no safety. But you want to get to the Republic of Dave ASAP cause not only do we have liquor, we got music and dancing, we've got interlocking fields of fire, we've got ammo, we've got explosives, we've got a hundred and one ways to break things, and we've got lots of comfy beds.

We've got motorboating of bewbies!

And we've got fun!

WHA?? "No boundaries"? No safety"? "No rules"? yes I know that's part of zombie land, but how tight is your own house order if you've got excess liquor and ammo and an urge to break things?


Someone just tore down the SSC code that was posted by the doorway. This is not my kind of asylum.

Call me when you are sober, CG. This is a warning from chaos control.

*Puts up Blitz Bolt sign and walks out carrying a Comfort Zone sign.*

 

[Chaingun]

Well if you die, I guarantee you will die with a smile on your face!!

I will allow it. I've always wanted to go that way.

Kill me, Lady.

* chuckles and goes to rejoin the dancing*

[Oh you're a cruel one!]

*wakes with a start. The bunker is dark...and quiet. Perhaps the dance party has wound down and the other inhabitants have paired off and gone to bed. Wait, if there's more than two going off to bed together, do we still say, "paired"?

Contemplates his options. Chained to a bed frame. A throbbing pain in his left calf where some shrapnel from the explosion is surely still embedded and a burning pain from the burn of the blast. "Is everyone safe?" he wonders. "What will I do if we've been overrun? Oh...my the ladies are capable of taking care of themselves, but...I still worry."

"Wait, what if...?" A horrible thought suddenly enters his brain. What if they have chained him up because they're afraid that he has been bitten and might turn into a zombie? That didn't happen; he won't. Only he knows the secret: He is impervious to the zombie bite. This is why he believes he has the cure. But, the administration of the anti-zombie serum is a process that only he will enjoy and there are those who will certainly claim that it is self serving of him to do it.

Maybe they've chained him up so that he wouldn't exhaust himself further by dancing the night away with so many lovely nekkid women. Oh, this is a cruel punishment. And WhipLuvr--the culprit--is the one who has his bullwhip, he remembers. Maybe she is angling for some discipline of her own. Well, he's certainly capable of giving it to her. But first...how to get free? The men are all out on patrol or standing guard. Last night was...traumatic. And drew too much attention to our position. It's good to have all hands ready to fight when necessary.

Surely Size 13 has commandeered the LAV300 and checked it over thoroughly, making sure it is ready--like the rest of the motor pool--to be put to use at a moment's notice.

Surely Som has corralled the two zombie strippers and put them into separate containment cells for my later experiments. And most certainly he--with his battle tested skills and heavy armor--can handle two little shambling strippers on six inch clear heeled stilettos without being bitten.

Certainly Mickey is flying an orbital patrol over the bunker and in every direction for miles around. And zombie flambe can be seen by any who care to witness his efficient method of dispatch. (Just the zombies, Mick.)

I'm sure that Dark Simian is out there somewhere, fighting his own fight and most likely simply walking through a Wal-Mart, walking up to the oblivious undead as they stare, mouth agape at an everyday low price on Fruit of the Loom Boxer Briefs, putting a Remington 870 to their heads, and ending their torment, one twelve gauge round at a time.

BradBigBrain is hurt, but not down for the count. I'm positive that he is driving the M35A2 Kaiser-Willys two and a half ton truck, picking up supplies wherever he can find them, and running down any jaywalking zombies in his path. I can imagine the smile on his face as he does it, cradling his broken wrist against his chest, down shifting to slow down so he doesn't miss a one, and grinning as the "thunk" of zombie skulls smacks against the radiator guard. The only thing that annoys him is that the deuce and a half is a relic with Marine instead of Army markings, a survivor of the Viet-Nam conflict, formerly used to tow a howitzer, and now a well armored mobile gun truck.

Yes, I hope they all are safe and happy. And that they rescue more survivors hiding from the undead and scraping out a life amongst the ruins of the world we knew.

Sneaks back in the compound after being out for a few days...

Damn.. all quiet here...

Curls up near PW and falls fast asleep.

Ahh, I'm so glad you're back. We missed you. When I saw you and P-Dub chained up and being held prisoner by the marauders, I knew I had to rescue you. And your medical care in the back of the armored vehicle while she drove back to the bunker was--while unorthodox--quite good at keeping me from passing out. Um, thank you. I like waking up that way.

WHA?? "No boundaries"? No safety"? "No rules"? yes I know that's part of zombie land, but how tight is your own house order if you've got excess liquor and ammo and an urge to break things?


Someone just tore down the SSC code that was posted by the doorway. This is not my kind of asylum.

Call me when you've come to your senses, CG. This is a warning from chaos control.

*Puts up Blitz Bolt sign and walks out carrying a Comfort Zone sign.*

Perhaps you don't understand, Dear Lady. Out there, there is no safety, no security, no law, no order, no government...only madness and pain.

Here, I've tried to provide a place of refuge, solace, calm, tranquility, and safety for my friends. We pray for peace but prepare for war.

This bunker, its capabilities, and its inhabitants must be the iron fist in a velvet glove.

If someone from outside, zombie or human alike, threatens us, we must move quickly, decisively, and destroy that threat to our peace. Inside, I want you to feel protected and loved. I built this for you.

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law...as long as it does not negatively effect others. Live, laugh, love. Spend your days in quiet contemplation, learn new skills from your fellow inhabitants, or leave when the society we are building doesn't suit your fancy any more. We'll be sad to see you go, but freedom here is paramount. You--and the others--are not prisoners so long as you remain a thinking, feeling human.

You fear me too much, Miss Heartflash. I'm not the threat. Here you are loved and cherished as the beautiful, thinking, loving, wonderful creature you are. Out there, you are food for whatever can catch you. Zombie and piratical marauder alike, they both will destroy you in ways of their choosing. Even your somnambulist son will not be able to negotiate your release should the undead capture you.

So, please do not fear what I've built. The teeth of the big cat remain sheethed so long as the dangers stay away. But rest assured, should anything threaten my loved ones here, I am the lion in winter.

 

[Chaingun]

*rattles handcuff and tries to get free*

Helloooooooooooooo? Ladies...? Please come back? Let me loose?

 

[Artina Heartflash]

Perhaps you don't understand, Dear Lady. Out there, there is no safety, no security, no law, no order, no government...only madness and pain.

Here, I've tried to provide a place of refuge, solace, calm, tranquility, and safety for my friends. We pray for peace but prepare for war.

This bunker, its capabilities, and its inhabitants must be the iron fist in a velvet glove.

If someone from outside, zombie or human alike, threatens us, we must move quickly, decisively, and destroy that threat to our peace. Inside, I want you to feel protected and loved. I built this for you.

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law...as long as it does not negatively effect others. Live, laugh, love. Spend your days in quiet contemplation, learn new skills from your fellow inhabitants, or leave when the society we are building doesn't suit your fancy any more. We'll be sad to see you go, but freedom here is paramount. You--and the others--are not prisoners so long as you remain a thinking, feeling human.

You fear me too much, Miss Heartflash. I'm not the threat. Here you are loved and cherished as the beautiful, thinking, loving, wonderful creature you are. Out there, you are food for whatever can catch you. Zombie and piratical marauder alike, they both will destroy you in ways of their choosing. Even your somnambulist son will not be able to negotiate your release should the undead capture you.

So, please do not fear what I've built. The teeth of the big cat remain sheethed so long as the dangers stay away. But rest assured, should anything threaten my loved ones here, I am the lion in winter[/I].

Yes, beautiful words. I am not the least bit worried about Zombies. I have higher protection. I notice you said "They will destroy you in ways of their choosing." You are no seer, no prophet, my dear. If I die, then there will be an alert sent out for greater measures of security. WHEN I die, some good must and shall result, though few will bear the doves to deliver the branches shading my grave.

I may not die at the hands of the enemy... Though I be wounded 1000 times, I will bear the scars alongside the birthmarks as testimony from which others may learn. I don't know my fate, only my charge.

I know the risks and I see a few signs and shaky set ups here which no one seems to see. I cannot repair; I only alert.

fare well, my dear. God bless. TY for the compliments.



Btw, yeh, yeh... Reality check: I know this is just a thread at Lit for fun. I almost always write for purpose other than entertainment though. Usually my lit has a moral message. I am what I am... Artina Heartflash, signal carrier.

That is all.

 

[Designing_Angel]

DA reporting for duty...
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Huh, no one is around. Too much dancing!

*wandering around the bunker wondering where everyone is..... With walls this thick you probably couldn't even hear someone scream

 

[Size13]

*sticks his head in CG's room*

SNICKER...

How the hell did you get in such a position... LOL

Nevermind...

I don't EVEN want to know...

*walks back to the Sitch room*

 

[Chaingun]

I know the risks and I see a few signs and shaky set ups here which no one seems to see. I cannot repair; I only alert.

fare well, my dear. God bless. TY for the compliments.

Btw, yeh, yeh... Reality check: I know this is just a thread at Lit for fun. I almost always write for purpose other than entertainment though. Usually my lit has a moral message. I am what I am... Artina Heartflash, signal carrier.

That is all.

Your words are always welcome. I hope you forever keep me from sliding into the dark abyss...and serve to remind me of the good on the world. Our mission us to build...and only destroy when needed.

DA reporting for duty...
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Huh, no one is around. Too much dancing!

*wandering around the bunker wondering where everyone is..... With walls this thick you probably couldn't even hear someone scream

Help!?! Hey, got a handcuff key?

*sticks his head in CG's room*

SNICKER...

How the hell did you get in such a position... LOL

Nevermind...

I don't EVEN want to know...

*walks back to the Sitch room*

Dammit. Help!
*struggles against the chain wanting to chase DA....*

 

[Designing_Angel]

*sticks his head in CG's room*

SNICKER...

How the hell did you get in such a position... LOL

Nevermind...

I don't EVEN want to know...

*walks back to the Sitch room*

*runs into Size in the halls

I have this nagging feeling I should help CG but honestly he needs the rest for the burns and the scratch on his leg.

Let's go get dirty working on the vehicles.

 

[Size13]

*runs into Size in the halls

I have this nagging feeling I should help CG but honestly he needs the rest for the burns and the scratch on his leg.

Let's go get dirty working on the vehicles.

OK, that sounds like fun.

*takes DA's hand and strolls to the motor pool*

 

[BradBigBrain]

DA reporting for duty...
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Huh, no one is around. Too much dancing!

*wandering around the bunker wondering where everyone is..... With walls this thick you probably couldn't even hear someone scream

That's the spirit. I'm glad you're in the uniform of the day. I have the same outfit on. And I'm dressing right. And ready for short arm inspection...as always.

 

[Designing_Angel]

That's the spirit. I'm glad you're in the uniform of the day. I have the same outfit on. And I'm dressing right. And ready for short arm inspection...as always.

Brad! How you feeling buddy?
It wasn't nice for the girl to slip you hash brownies without telling you.

 

[BradBigBrain]

Brad! How you feeling buddy?
It wasn't nice for the girl to slip you hash brownies without telling you.

I'm better...still groggy, but better. You may have to drive. Think you can handle my stick?

I don't do drugs very well.

 

[Designing_Angel]

I'm better...still groggy, but better. You may have to drive. Think you can handle my stick?

I don't do drugs very well.

Oh, I can handle your stick. But not while I'm driving stick. My multi tasking ability only goes so far.

 

[Chaingun]

Damn you all!!!

 

[BradBigBrain]

Oh, I can handle your stick. But not while I'm driving stick. My multi tasking ability only goes so far.

Tell you what...I'll handle the stick while you handle my stick. Win/Win.

 

[Designing_Angel]

Tell you what...I'll handle the stick while you handle my stick. Win/Win.

But Size has me on wash duty since he does trust me under the hook. I have to wash down all the vehicles.

Want to get wet with me? Lol

 

[BradBigBrain]

But Size has me on wash duty since he does trust me under the hook. I have to wash down all the vehicles.

Want to get wet with me? Lol

Sure...and we can wash the vehicles, too.

 

[Artina Heartflash]

Damn you all!!!

*looks back over shoulder at CG chained to bed...*


POOOOR BOSS!!! I hope someone frees you from that handcuff on that bed...
That honestly makes my heart go out to someone, when I see that sad icon.
‎ HUGS to ya... (BTW, I have no key for the cuffs. Don't get anyone to dynamite them off ya, okay?)

 

[Designing_Angel]

Hey guys! You'll never believe what happened to day.

So the girls and I were washing the vehicles.
http://s17.postimage.org/g65q0iipb/patriot_bikini_wash.jpg
http://s16.postimage.org/ih03tp1y9/nudecarwash.jpg
Not sure why the guys sat and watched instead of helping out. Gees!

And since we couldn't find CG, the girls and I decided to paint the tank.
http://s17.postimage.org/o1g9fbsbz/hello_kitty_tank.jpg

Then we heard a sound from above. Holy crap there is someone dropping us food!
http://s17.postimage.org/xi62lyc6n/2_K_FF_in_flight_1.jpg

We muscled the both up from their stoops and got them to put the pallets away. Man we have food for a long time
http://s13.postimage.org/68oq7l6vb/251186_10150271800551383_169482206382_9005181_13.jpg
4 pallets of Ketchup
RC Cola
Moon Pies
Ritz Crackers
Pepperoni sticks
And so much more.


OMG and BEER!!!! But WTF on the 25 pallets of Spam.
http://s17.postimage.org/8z414n7sf/spam_spam_spam.jpg
I don't know how to cook that. Oh well, maybe someone around here does.

But the best part of the day was getting to a new part of the area and finding an abandoned Twinkie truck..... FULLL OF TWINKIES!!!!!!
http://s17.postimage.org/540n22omn/5881725285_bae65470e9_z.jpg

I'm hoping you all can help me go through this stuff and figure out what all we have. It's a bit overwhelming but I can see that it's more than just food.