So if you have ever played call of duty blackops 2 there is a map called Nuketown in Nevada Usa I am going to try to make a story so far i haven't really actually started, but I will give you a preview. Nevada U.S.A He watched the world around him come crashing down. All he ever knew family, friends. Gone. One explosion and laughter echoing throughout the silent valley he called home. No one had ever come to visit or say hi. He had a peaceful life with no distractions. Until. The bomb dropped. He had no idea how he survived the explosion of such a massive missile. He knew he was surrounded though. He heard cries of Satin's spawn running towards his home. He had a shotgun, but that would not be enough. Satin wouldn't quit because of a little lead. Screams. He bolted upright looking for people survivors. He could find none. "Help!" A voice shouted in the distance. He crept towards his kitchen and noticed a door. A symbol was engraved on the stone door where the screams were coming from. The symbol that had destroyed his life. He gasped and noticed a hoard of zombies creeping towards him. Their bloody faces held a twisted smile for they knew that they had found new toys. Toys that worked. Toys that made fun sounds when you killed them slowly. Fresh meat to savor. The man held up his shotgun. The gunshot made his ears ring, but he killed the zombies. He smiled knowing he had possibly bought more time to prepare. "AAA"! He screamed. A zombie clawed his face leaving a fresh trail of blood. More. The zombies kept coming and the man let out a moan of agony. This was it he was about to die. He wondered what the after life held for him after died. After all god was his pride and joy. He grimaced feeling the pain coursing through his old body. He had lived a good life and now it was over. "Tom!" A voice called through the distance. The man ran furiously towards the abandon town hoping he would rescue his grandfather. He couldn't live with himself if he was dead. Armed with machine guns he sprinted towards the groans coming from the zombies. The bullets made round holes through the zombies, but they needed another toy. After all they could have a little party. The man looked and saw his grandfather dead. Lifeless. A puddle of red liquid. Blood.
My computer is having some trouble, so sorry if it takes me awhile to post the next chapter and thx to all who read
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