<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696</id><updated>2011-08-26T03:13:46.596-07:00</updated><category term='The Cheesy Hyper Intelligent Childish Krispy Sushi'/><category term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><category term='On The Run'/><category term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles Characters'/><title type='text'>~EighteleveN's stories of fiction~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-2714119474872627552</id><published>2007-09-28T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T08:06:35.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On The Run'/><title type='text'>On The Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('otr2')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;On The Run. &lt;em&gt;Day 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="otr2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept running, images running through my mind. &lt;em&gt;Why did this happen to me?! Why me?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to push away passerby's as I ran through the crowds. I finally stopped when I ran into a backalley. I was breathing heavily, trying to get air as much as I could into my lungs. I was sweating like hell, my shoes and pants wet after stepping on pools of water. Finally, I was able to control myself, breathing normally. I put my hand in my right pocket and pulled out my cell phone. I clicked in a few numbers and pressed on the call button..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;???:Speak to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:It's me, Brad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;???:Dude you sound terrible, what happened?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:Max, I need your help.. Are you free or sumthin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Max:Yeah, come on over if you want to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:Thanks..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max..one of the few people I could trust..He might be able to help me out, but I can't let my guard down just yet. Anything could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting dark, I better get to his house quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to his house a few blocks from the backalley. Standing infront of the door, I let out a big sigh and knocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noone answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knocked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Something's wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kicked the door open and searched inside. No sign of Max. There was a note on his computer desk though,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The cigarette factory to the east from here. You might wanna come quick unless you want your friend dead."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck! One problem leads to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of the house and got to the factory as fast as I could. The gates were armed with barbed wires and the steel mesh prevented me from going in. I saw a a pair of pliers nearby and used it to cut open the gates. How convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slammed the main doors open and got in. It was dark and quiet, I could only hear footsteps. I backed myself behind a wall and peeked out abit to see a guy patrolling around. He was holding a flashlight and I could see a handgun holstered on his belt. I searched around for any weapon I could find and saw a steel pipe laying on the floor. I picked it up and waited for the guy to walk over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit he takes forever just to walk towards my direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I could hear his footsteps get closer and closer. I held the pipe like a baseball bat, ready to smack him right in the head. He walked past me and I smacked the pipe to the back of his head. BAM! A satisfying sound of the pipe smashing the back of his skull!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy fell down infront of me, dropping his flashlight. I picked it up and switched it off, letting my left hand hold it while I searched his body for any useful items. I picked up his handgun, 2 ammo magazine clips and a silver key. I dragged his body over to a corner and left him there where the shadow concealed the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked across the hall and there was a door infront of me, I tried turning the knob but it was locked. Guess it's time to see if the key I took earlier was useful. I inserted the silver key and twisted it. I turned the doorknob and it opened easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a narrow corridor and there were stairs infront of me, leading upstairs I guess, and to my right, was a gap between the walls, must be some sort of room inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I backed myself on the wall near the gap and peeked inside the room. There were 2 men watching tv. I guess they won't notice if I walked over to the stairs. Silently, I walked past the gap but one of them caught a glimpse of me. Shit! I took out my handgun and readied myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I saw something! &lt;/em&gt;The guy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked out of the room, handgun ready in his hands, and looked at the direction where I was backing myself earlier. I took aim at his head and squeezed off the trigger. &lt;strong&gt;BANG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bullet was a direct hit and the guy fell on the ground, dropping his handgun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other guy quickly ran out to see what happened and I shot him twice in the chest. He too fell on the ground, dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the shadows really helped conceal me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to both of them and took ammo for my handgun. I had 6 ammo magazine clips in my pocket. I hope I don't have to use it all upstairs, but if I have to, it's gonna be one hell of a gunfight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and walked up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hang in there Max..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-2714119474872627552?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/2714119474872627552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=2714119474872627552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/2714119474872627552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/2714119474872627552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-run_28.html' title='On The Run'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-4572566545685621916</id><published>2007-09-22T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T04:31:42.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cheesy Hyper Intelligent Childish Krispy Sushi'/><title type='text'>The.Cheesy.Hyper.Intelligent.Childish.Krispy.Sushi. Chapter 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chicks8')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter Eight: Jac's day in CloudThorn city&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chicks8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac flew up into the sky on his flying piggy leaving the group behind to swim underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woah..this is awesome! I never knew flying piggies existed! I thought they were just myths!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flew and passed over the barrier that was blocking the way and finally made it into CloudThorn City. The city itself was huge from the outside, but inside..it was enormous! The streets were bustling with activity, people buying all sorts of stuff from stalls or the local shops. Auctions going on for rare items. Food stalls being set up along the road and there were more lavish looking restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh.My.Balls! I coud literally stay here and just forget about that 'save the world' mission thingy that we're doing.. I don't know where to start!" Jac said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood outside one restaurant that was incredibly expensive looking. Golden doors, marble tiles, impressive art deco. It was just too awesome. Jac looked in his pocket and found out that he didn't have much money with him. "Oh man, how am I gonna eat all those expensive looking food?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put down his cap on the floor and started dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowds started gathering and saw him breakdancing..and rolling on the floor...and spinning on his head..and..yeah the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he finally finished dancing, the crowd clapped and everyone started putting money in his cap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My plan worked?! I mean..of course! IF ANYONE WOULD LIKE ME TO DANCE MORE I'D BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO =D" Jac said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MORE MORE MORE MORE!" The crowd chanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac continued dancing and dancing till he nearly broke his back. After nearly an hour of dancing, he'd collected more money than he could ever dreamt of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow. These people get entertained easily. Now time to.." Jac walked up and bumped on a lamp post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ouch..how did I not see that? Anyway..time to!" he walked and tripped over a small rock, planting his face on the ground yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood up, brushed off dust from his shoulder and suddenly a barrel rolled down the street, rolling, rolling and hit Jac, rolling along with him down the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can this get any worse?!" Jac said while rolling down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac rolled up into a group of gangsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey look guys, some kid with a cool outfit" One of them said&lt;br /&gt;"I like his cap" Another one said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh..Hi =)" Jac said, standing up, readying his gun "any of you try to do anything to me, I'm gonna shoot your sorry asses back to chickensville!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac pressed the trigger on his rifle and the bean pellets came out, smacking the leader of the gang in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was that? Ahahahahhahahaahahaahaahhahahahahaha" the leader said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh crap..I fogot my gun was nearly useless -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now where were we?..Oh yeah..we were gonna beat the crap out of you kid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gangsters got close to Jac and just as he was about to get his ass beaten with a powerful punch, something suddenly blocked the punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? What the hell!" The leader said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac opened his eyes and saw a pig infront of him, blocking the punch with it's own fists. It was no ordinary pig, it was more of a boar..or one of those rough piggy looking type. It had tusks near its mouth, a diamond piercing on its nose, a black leather jacket that looked like those biker types, and a chain whip held on its right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"W..wh...what the...what are you!?" Jac shivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pig pushed the leader's punch away and started whipping the gangsters with its chain whip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAPPA! WHACHOW! WHACHING! The chain left marks on the ground and on the walls. Such painful whips made the gangsters flee in terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pig stood infront of Jac and gave him a helping hand to stand up. Jac held the pig's hand and stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You..saved me! Something tells me that you're special.. I swear I won't see pigs the same way again after today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pig started turning translucent and then disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man I'm hungry..and it's getting late!" Jac said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran over to the expensive restaurant from before and then he started ordering food that could last him the whole day. Lamb shanks, fried rice, hamburgers, french fries, ice cream, milkshakes, seafood platters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 of them ran inside the city, taking in the beautiful scenery and all that. It was getting late and they were all getting hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey guys, look, that restaurant looks like a nice place to eat.." Wong said pointing at an expensive looking restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have the money?" Faddy asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well..we could all chip in, you know?" Chelle said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm starving! And I don't feel like drawing some food to fill me up. Come on guys let's go!!" Nadiah said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I agree with Nadiah..let's go in already!" Gel said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even someone as beautiful as me has to eat too you know. Prince Charming can wait to get beaten up by me, for now, I wanna eat!" KusKus said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, ok. Let's all go in there, eat, and once we're done we can look for a place to stay for the night. Wonder where Jac is though.." Wong said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group walked in the restaurant only to find Jac sitting there having alot of plates stacked everywhere with cans of drinks on the floor all around him. More food came to his table, It was like a neverending supply of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jac?!?!" The group shouted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh..Hi guys =)" Jac burped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay tuned for the next chapterrr~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-4572566545685621916?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/4572566545685621916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=4572566545685621916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/4572566545685621916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/4572566545685621916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/09/thecheesyhyperintelligentchildishkrispy_22.html' title='The.Cheesy.Hyper.Intelligent.Childish.Krispy.Sushi. Chapter 8'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-1453243657542792610</id><published>2007-09-22T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T01:38:37.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On The Run'/><title type='text'>On The Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('otr1')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;On The Run. &lt;em&gt;Prologue&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="otr1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was August 25th, 1982. I treated my wife to the most expensive restaurant in town since it was our 3rd wedding anniversary. We brought our 2 year old son along as leaving him alone in the house wouldn't have been a good idea and I was too lazy to call for a babysitter so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the main course, lamb cutlet for 2, I suddenly had the urge to go to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, I need to go to the toilet for a while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't take too long dear, I wouldn't wanna feel lonely" she winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up and pushed in the chair, walked to the men's room and took a leak. I proceeded to wash my hands, when suddenly my vision got blurry and my head felt heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I was losing consciousness. I stood away from the sink and then, BAM! I fell on the floor blacking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was stabbing the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;guy multiple times. My hands having a tight grip on the knife, I just couldn't stop stabbing the guy even though I knew he was dead. I felt like a madman. Goddamnit! WHY.WON'T.I.FUCKING.STOP!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up from that nightmare, staring at the ceiling. &lt;em&gt;Damn! &lt;/em&gt;I thought to myself, what kind of dream was that? Well, as long as it never happened, I'm fine with it. Oh crap! I just realised, I must've left my wife waiting outside for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down to see my hands bloodied, cuts here and there. There was a guy infront of me, he was..brutally murdered! Multiple stab wounds all over his chest! His mouth gaping open with blood dripping down. His spectacles on the floor, bent, with the lens cracked. His eyes were wide open, and his facial expression as if he was trying to breathe his last breath. The weapon that stabbed the guy so many times was nowhere to be found. Holy shit what happened here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my hands in my pocket to find a bloody knife, my god, it's the same knife in my dream! No. It wasn't a dream! It really did happen in this toilet! So many things were running through my mind. Why did I do this?! What really happened?! I don't remember anything of what I did when I passed out! Freaking hell, I don't even know who the dead guy was, why would I kill him for no reason! So many questions to ask but one thing was for certain. If the police came, they'd surely arrest me. I had the murder weapon. I was in the toilet. I had bloody hands!! Being a detective wouldn't help me get out of jail but I had to do something about this. I didn't kill the man! It wasn't me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the sink and washed off the blood on my hands and looked at myself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Brad..what have you done?!" &lt;/em&gt;I washed off my face and took out my handkerchief to wipe off the excess water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, I heard gunshots from outside. Oh Fuck! My wife and my son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran outside and there was havoc everywhere. People running around looking for help, the windows, plates and anything breakable were shattered everywhere. I looked for my wife and my son. I found them lying on the ground at the table where we ate just a few minutes ago. I got on my knees, hugging my wife and my son's dead bodies. What the fuck did I do to deserve this?! Who in their fucking right mind did this?! First the bathroom incident..now my family!?!? Someone's plotting something against me, I just know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police and ambulance sirens could be heard in the distance. I had no time to think, if I stay here I'd be convicted of murder of the guy in the toilet. It was painful to leave my dead family there but I had no other choice. I ran towards the front door and kicked it open. I knew alot of people saw me run away from the scene, but its best that I just focused on finding out what in the fucking hell is happening. I ran as fast as I could away from the restaurant. Where am I gonna go now? No fucking idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a guy with nothing to lose now. No family, no life, sooner or later the police is gonna look for me but before they're gonna catch me..I'm gonna find the fucking idiot who messed with my life. &lt;em&gt;I was on the run now..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-1453243657542792610?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/1453243657542792610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=1453243657542792610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/1453243657542792610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/1453243657542792610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-run.html' title='On The Run'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-3624742188715450778</id><published>2007-09-22T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T01:37:37.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cheesy Hyper Intelligent Childish Krispy Sushi'/><title type='text'>The.Cheesy.Hyper.Intelligent.Childish.Krispy.Sushi. Chapter 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chicks7')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter Seven: To CloudThorn city we go!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chicks7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group walked around in the city passing by strange looking fishmen of different species. The entrance to the castle of the fish king was blocked by 2 hammerhead sharks with black tuxedos and red ties, kind of like mafia hitmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"King Fisherus the third does not accept any visitors at the moment" one of them said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy went up to him and grabbed his tie and showed her fist. "Tell your king this is important business!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Back off kid! Only important people with invitations can come in" The hammerhead pushed her away while brushing off his shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group walked away and stopped by the roadside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are we gonna do now?" Faddy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We break in...!!" Nadiah said. "I'll draw some pudding bombs and blow up the side wall! We can get in easily that way!!" She jumped around looking hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"o.O uhh we could always just beat up the guards and get in without blowing anything up" Wong said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But..how is that any fun!?" Nadiah asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're right..okay everyone! We blow up the side wall and get in and meet that damn King Fisherus the third." Wong said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Won't that alert more guards?!" Wendy said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Could you all please think of something and stop making me have headaches!!" Wong said shaking his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all started thinking up of plans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok I got it!" KusKus said, looking into his mirror shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?" Faddy asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You all go in and talk to the king while I stay here and look into my mirror shield all day =D" He replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-.-" Faddy expressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about we blow up the side wall..and have some of us stay outside incase guards come?" Chelle said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That could work..." Gel said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course it could! I thought of it! Me!!" Faddy said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelle just smacked Faddy on the back of his head and fat lazy chickens started swirling his head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, Wendy, Chelle, Faddy and I go in while Gel, KusKus and Nadiah stay on the lookout" Wong said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all got to the side wall and got into position. Nadiah took out her magical paintbrush and drew 4 pudding bombs and they materialized infront of her. "This is so exciting!! HEHEHEHEH" She said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looked at her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What??" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong grabbed the 4 pudding bombs which looked like C4's and planted them on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stand back! It's gonna blow!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bombs exploded making a huge wall on the side of the castle while leaving pudding chunks all around them and one chunk flew straight to Faddy's face smacking him and knocking him down "Ow.." he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay! Everyone in my team! Get in quick! KusKus' team will stay out Go go!!" Wong shouted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong, Faddy, Chelle and Wendy ran in looking around for the king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They checked each room on the ground floor&lt;br /&gt;First door opened, no king&lt;br /&gt;Second door opened, toilet with a fish pooping on the other end of the room , still no king&lt;br /&gt;Third door opened, art supplies, Nadiah would've loved this room, and yet, still no king&lt;br /&gt;Fourth door open, storage room, no king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First floor, clear! No king!" Faddy screamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woi! don't attract attention to ourselves!" Chelle said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went up the second floor&lt;br /&gt;A large metallic door opened, tv room, no king&lt;br /&gt;A large wooden door opened, dragons inside, no king&lt;br /&gt;A large plastic door opened, toys inside, no king..wait..toys? Faddy jumped in but before he could land on the toys, Chelle pulled his shirt and dragged him out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Still no King Fisherus the third on the second floor." Wong sighed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got to the third floor and opened the first door, only King Fisherus taking a leak, still no king!&lt;br /&gt;They opened the second door, empty room..no king!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait.." Wendy said "the firstt door, that was King Fisherus you fools!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ran to the first door and by luck they caught him inside the toilet washing his hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"King Fisherus the third! We need a favour from you!" Faddy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Fisherus turned around and took out his fishbone sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you? Intruders in my castle?! I will not allow this to happen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We just wanna through your city and go past the exit gates to swim back up to the surface, thats all! Honest!" Wong said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm...you all seem to have a strange aura surrounding each of you" he lowered his sword, "Oh My! The 4 of you aren't normal kids! I've been told of the existence of the chosen ones, but I would have never thought of seeing them in person infront of me! Yes! Don't worry I'll escort you all safely to the exit gates behind my city, it would be my honour!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's 3 more of us outside the castle." Wong said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll ask the guards to escort them here so that all of us can go to the gate together" King Fisherus said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group walked out of the castle and got to the exit gates. The gates were huge and painted in gold with trident and fish logo on them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gates opened up to let the group pass through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Becareful Chosen ones, the path towards the light may not be smooth but everyone is counting on you all to defeat the dark forces."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry King Fisherus, we will not fail!" Wong said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all walked away and swam up to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finally!" KusKus said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them splashed out of the water waving their hair left and right, water splashing off their hair all in slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abit too dramatic don't you think?" KusKus winked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look! CloudThorn city!" Gel pointed at the city infront of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful city glimmering with light. The entrance was open, welcoming any visitors and a warm fuzzy feeling when you walked through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on! Let's go! Last one in is a stinkin pile of pudding!" Nadiah said rushing forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next chapter, soon to be written XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-3624742188715450778?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/3624742188715450778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=3624742188715450778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/3624742188715450778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/3624742188715450778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/09/thecheesyhyperintelligentchildishkrispy_21.html' title='The.Cheesy.Hyper.Intelligent.Childish.Krispy.Sushi. Chapter 7'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-8470915225296012314</id><published>2007-09-19T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T09:05:31.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cheesy Hyper Intelligent Childish Krispy Sushi'/><title type='text'>The.Cheesy.Hyper.Intelligent.Childish.Krispy.Sushi. Chapter 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chicks6')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter Six: Fishking city!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chicks6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see light!" Faddy said in a bubbly sound from talking underwater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's from the torchlight your holding noob!" Wendy replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right.." Faddy said, ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally arrived at the underwater city of Fishkings. Once there they were greeted harshly by the two goldfish guards at the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you people? What's your purpose coming here? Answer now!" One of them said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We just wanna past by and get to the other side so we can swim up to the surface." Wendy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, well, well.. if it isn't Wendy the mysterious chocolate girl.." The goldfish man said "Didn't we kick you out of the city last week.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You watch your mouth you ugly looking piece of.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wendy enough! We just wanna get through remember?" Wong stopped Wendy from getting into a fight with the goldfishman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok fine we'll let you pass through into the city, but remember, if any of you cause even the slightest bit of trouble, we'll kick you out and won't let you go in anymore..forevarr!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay mr puffy cheeks goldfishman.." Faddy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all walked through and were aburptly stopped on their tracks by 7 thuggish looking sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All your money! Now!!" The leader said, holding a knife on his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nevar!!" Wendy said and so, she bit off the wrapping on her chocolate bar and threw it on the ground expecting it to explode.&lt;br /&gt;... but it never did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're underwater Wendy.." Chelle said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok fine whatever!" Wendy said. "Did you guys know that each of you had spirit pets that you can unleash after eating those crystals? Items and outfit aren't the only things that you get you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What pet?" Nadiah said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well..just..concentrate I guess.." She replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"o.O" was the only thing Gel did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy demonstrated and closed her eyes. She concentrated hard enough that a spirit monkey with a brown hood, maroon eyes and a tail that was holding a chocolate bar, appeared next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See, I just summoned ChokiChoki =D" She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woah..have..to..try!" Wong said. He closed his eyes and concentrated so much he looked like he was gonna poop. Suddenly a Koala bear appeared next to him. He had a reversed cap, dark shades, pink claws, a dollar sign necklace and shiny gold rings on each nail. "Sickass.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of them concentrated too and suddenly animals started appearing next to them, first appearing in spirit form and then transforming to physical form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelle got a kung fu looking panda with purple flip flops, white headband, blackbelt and a bamboo stick that had a purple aura surrounding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KusKus got a majestic looking unicorn, blue flames on it's hoof, tail and head and orange eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah got a cool laid back looking llama, blue hawaiian shirt, black shades, 3/4 beige pants. She named him Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gel got a mighty looking phoenix, white in colour with light pink aura flames surrounding the mighty beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faddy was the last one to have his animal appear. Instead of an awesome super mega powerful animal, a huge fat chicken appeared next to him, looking lazy. He had a mohawk on its head and carried eggs around it's belt. "What the freak!?" Faddy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leader of the thuggish sharks spoke up, "Are you guys done? Cause me and my pals need to go bowling soon." He pointed to his bubble watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You sharks are lame!" Faddy said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you don't seem any cooler, what, with you're lazy looking fat ass chicken next to you, and that chicken cap and t-shirt..heck you look lamer than all of us sharks combined.." One of the thug sharks laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faddy felt sad and his chicken pet started growling. The chicken stood up, picked up an egg and threw it at the thug, covering the thug's body full of egg yolk. The other pets attacked the other thug sharks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy's monkey slapped one of them with its chocolate holding tail.&lt;br /&gt;KusKus' unicorn leapt into action and ran over one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Chelle's panda kung fu-ed one of the sharks into submission and sat on him.&lt;br /&gt;Gel's phoenix breathed out a white fiery flame out of its mouth engulfing one of the thug shark.(makes no sense underwater...but...you don't see people complaining spongebob having fire under the sea..do you? XD)&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah's llama jumped infront one of the thug shark and used it's hind legs to kick the shark's dingdong so hard he fainted.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Wong's koala bear jumped on the thug leader and scratched his face so much, the leader ran away crying, shouting "retreat! retreat!" to his comrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the thugs ran away crying..or should I say swam away! Well..all of them, except for one though.. the one that fainted when the llama kicked his dingdongs. He was still unconscious due to the strong blow which gave him such an excrutiating pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And that, you guys, are your personal spirit pets :)" Wendy said, folding her arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awesome, I'll call you Fernandez!."Wong said&lt;br /&gt;"Cool, I'll call you Bob!!" Nadiah said&lt;br /&gt;"Beautiful! Just like me, You shall be named..Pegasus...", KusKus said&lt;br /&gt;"Fat..lazy..but I can live with that. I'll call you..Phatboy!", Faddy said&lt;br /&gt;"Fuzzy! I'll name you Bimbo!!" Chelle said&lt;br /&gt;"Prettty...What shall I call you.." Gel asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not puffy?" Chelle laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Puffy!?" Gel exclamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, why not?" Wong asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err..okay fine..I'll call you Puffy!" Gel finally named her phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay...weird names much..anyway we have to meet with the king of the city if we wanna pass throught the end gate guys.." Wendy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then what are we waiting for?! Let's go meet that king and give him pudding for dinner!!!" Nadiah said in a hyper tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will the group meet the king without any troubles? Or will trouble find them first? Stay tuned!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-8470915225296012314?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/8470915225296012314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=8470915225296012314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/8470915225296012314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/8470915225296012314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/09/thecheesyhyperintelligentchildishkrispy_19.html' title='The.Cheesy.Hyper.Intelligent.Childish.Krispy.Sushi. Chapter 6'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-30299706026032592</id><published>2007-09-18T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:00:32.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cheesy Hyper Intelligent Childish Krispy Sushi'/><title type='text'>The.Cheesy.Hyper.Intelligent.Childish.Krispy.Sushi. Chapter 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chicks5')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter Five: Wormies~ o.O&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chicks5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean, 'too'?" Wong asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mysterious hooded girl rolled her eyes, "If you haven't noticed yet, I too have special powers such as all of you. I ate a a maroon coloured crystal that I found at some cave. Next thing I know I was wearing a maroon sleeveless shirt, a brown rolled up 3/4 pants, maroon high heels, this brown hood and I got monkey ears and a freaking tail! Awesome!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"o.O , What ears and tail?" Wong continued asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl showed her monkey ears and tail and concealed them quickly after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O..kay... so you got a name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wendy. That's all you need to know." She replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay Wendy, Well my name is Wong, that's KusKus, Jac, Chelle, Gel, Nadiah and the weird dude with a chicken shirt over there is Faddy, and we're... The C.H.I.C.K.S!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chicks o.O?" Wendy had a puzzled look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Cheesy Hyper Intelligent Childish Krispy Sushi. We come from the town of Jinglebells" Nadiah said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That makes no sense..but okay." Wendy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you joining us on our quest to save the world with our newly found superpowers *woooo~*.. or what?" Chelle said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meh, whatever. I don't have anything better to do neway." She replied. "First we should go to the city of CloudThorn, we can get training from there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CloudThorn...Prince Charming!" KusKus said showing an angry look to his reflection on the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 8 of them walked onwards following a path towards CloudThorn city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there was a huge roadblock. It was some kind of force field that was black transparent coloured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn! We can't get through! Who the heck put up this weird wall anyway?!" Gel said smacking on the force field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually Gel, its a force field, not a wall :)" Chelle patted her on the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I ..I knew that!" Gel said trying to cover up her mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's another way into the city, but I'm not sure you'd wanna try it though." Wendy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What issit?! Tell us!! I don't care if we have to call chickens n try to break this will with their stampede! I just wanna train. AHHHHH!!!" Faddy said dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well..we could go underwater, past the underwater city of Fishkings and arrive on the other side of the city to swim back up to the surface." Wendy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what's the catch? There's always a catch!" Jac said looking paranoid as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll have to eat these." Wendy said while pulling out 8 colourful worms from her pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What.the.hell!?!? We have to eat worms?!?! For what?!!?!?" Jac started rolling on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're special worms that'll let you breathe underwater."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way I'm gonna eat those slimy wormies!" Nadiah said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't actually have to eat it...you'll just have to chew it, besides, they're not real worms okay! They're chewing gum worms that'll let you breathe underwater as long as it stays in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group walked by near a small looking pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, you all ready for this?" Wendy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We, have to jump in the pond?! But it looks soo small and..it doesn't look deep..." Gel said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac inspected his gun thoroughly again and found out there was a button on the side which had an icon of a pig with wings on it. He pressed it and suddenly a gust of wind past by him so quickly he didn't realise that he was sitting on a flying piggy complete with saddle and rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok..that was seriously wicked cool. I guess I can fly to the city now, see you guys on the other siiiiiiddeeeee......" And off he went flying in the air loooping in circles, still trying to figure out how to control the flying piggy, occasionally smacking trees in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awww man, he won't experience the underwater then.." Chelle said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok guy's, It's time to go underwater!" Wong said happily grabbing a pink chewy wormy from Wendy's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all took each of their respective coloured worms and chewed on them. Then they jumped into the pond one after the other lead by Wong and the last person being Faddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't believe it. They really were breathing underwater and never knew it was so beautiful down there. The place was very glossy and filled with blue rocks all around the seabed. The water was translucently blue-ish and it just had a breathtaking view all around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy signalled the team forwards and off they went to go the underwater city of Fishkings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay tuned for the next chapter :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-30299706026032592?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/30299706026032592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=30299706026032592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/30299706026032592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/30299706026032592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/09/thecheesyhyperintelligentchildishkrispy_18.html' title='The.Cheesy.Hyper.Intelligent.Childish.Krispy.Sushi. Chapter 5'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-2188016848200314884</id><published>2007-09-13T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T09:12:48.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cheesy Hyper Intelligent Childish Krispy Sushi'/><title type='text'>The.Cheesy.Hyper.Intelligent.Childish.Krispy.Sushi. Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chicks4')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter Four: The mysterious chocolate girl!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chicks4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seven of them walked out of that obliterated cave and got back into town where everyone was shocked to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were alot of commotion going on and then Wong suddenly stepped infront and spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Town people of Jinglebells. Do not fear. We are still the 7 C.H.I.C.K.S that you all know and love except now we have been given an opportunity. An opportunity for the 7 of us to be heroes! An Opportunity for all of us to save this land! This land that's being infected with disguting and annoying monsters. Dark forces of evil has started spreading across the lands and we are here to stop them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one guy started clapping slowly and the rest of the town followed, clapping and cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you! Thank you! You're all too kind" Wong said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're not cheering for you! We're cheering for that awesome looking knight on his steed that's coming our way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the 7 C.H.I.C.K.S turned around to see a knight fully suited in golden armour, riding on his steed, coming to the little town of Jinglebells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knight arrived and got down of his horse. His armour shining brightly and his sword looking as sharp as sharp can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I heard you guys had some trouble with monsters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KusKus walked up to the knight and said , "And who might you be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me?" The knight said, "Well you must be new here cause everyone knows me! I am.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled of his golden armour helmet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prince Charming of the 8 Golden Knights from Castle CloudThorn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KusKus smirked, "You? Prince Charming? You look like some old fartbag" then he proceeded to stare into his mirror shield. "Whereas, I on the other hand.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't make me laugh! You're just some lame kid!" Prince Charming said and he pointed to the crest on his shield "See this..I'm a real and official Knight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people started shouting and screaming, running away in terror and hiding in their homes shutting all the doors and windows .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a loud roar was heard from behind Prince Charming. He turned around to see a huge towering dragon that had sharp horns and a tail with spikes coming out of the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group saw this and was quite shocked to see something so huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Begone you oversized grown lizard!" Prince Charming said. He pulled his sword out and leaped in midair before being slammed to the ground by the dragon's tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You you!! I'm telling my mommy!!" He stood back up, ran to his horse and rode away crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a noob!" Jac said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok so what do we do with this dragon?" Chelle asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only one thing we can do!" Wong pulled out his pink microphone and jumped infront of the fierce dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ni ai wo ma~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wong!! Wrong song!" Faddy yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong turned his attention to the dragon and the dragon started dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woah..this microphone is imba!" Wong said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My turn my turn!" Faddy said. He unzipped his bagpack open, he put his hand in and he pulled something out. It was..a whistle with a chicken logo on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wonder what this does." He said then he blowed the whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere became intense and dark clouds started appearing above them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly thousands of chickens came flying in shooting eggs all around the group splatting here and there. All 7 of them were covered in yellow eggyolk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice..that was...impressive.." Gel said in a sarcastic tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My face!! My beautiful face!" KusKus said, wiping off the egg yolk that covered his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah pulled out her paintbrush and she accidentally drew a line in midair and it came to life. The line materialised into a solid object and it became a straight long pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I can draw things to life?!" She painted a bowl of pudding and indeed, it came to life.&lt;br /&gt;"This is great!!" She said while eating the pudding. "It tastes better than the real thing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac stood in an offensive stance, took out his Piggy Rifle 2000 model 59 and held on the trigger. Some weird bullets hit the dragon and the dragon roared, waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did my gun shoot out?!" He examined and the bullets were actualy bean pellets.&lt;br /&gt;"Just great.. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 of them had to run away from the dragon as it was spewing fire out of it's mouth and then they reached a dead end. They were surrounded by cliffs on either side and behind them was a huge gap. They couldn't jump across the gap onto the other side cause it was too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon closed in on them and before the dragon could spew out fire, a bomb exploded infront of it. It was..chocolate o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bomb was a chocolate bar that exploded into tiny chocolate bits and it hit the dragon right in the face. Suddenly the group heard somoeone's voice shouting at them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Swim across that river behind you guys! Quickly before the dragon regains consciousness!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong was confused. What river was that voice talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group turned around to see the gap was now filled with a river...of chocolate!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess this is the river.." he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all hesitated to jump in but the dragon was now shaking its head, roaring loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they jumped in swimming across the river over to the other side, then they realised someone was missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not gonna dirty myself! NEVER!! My face is too beautiful!!" KusKus said, still hesitating to swim across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have to!! The dragon behind you will seriously give you an ugly makeover if you'd like" Chelle yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay fine!" He jumped in, swam across and regrouped with the others across the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragon was now roaring loudly. It's wings started spreading and suddenly, it flew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It flew across the river and landed infront of the group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's it! I've had enough of you!!" Chelle took out her wobbly lightsaber, jumped and slashed the dragon cutting him up into small little bits of strawberry tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is something..unexpected..." she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hooded girl approached behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you all ate the crystals too huh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued soon enough!! 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Chapter 4'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-3089082529806492146</id><published>2007-09-12T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T08:58:20.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cheesy Hyper Intelligent Childish Krispy Sushi'/><title type='text'>The.Cheesy.Hyper.Intelligent.Childish.Krispy.Sushi. Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chicks3')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter Three: The Chosen Young Ones..&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chicks3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole cave blasted open and the beams of light faded away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 7 of our young heroes were blinded for a moment and then Wong's vision came back to normal followed by KusKus then the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's eyes were wide open when they saw each other. They all looked different..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa whoa whoa..hang on..what's going on here?!?!?" KusKus said. "I look...more beautiful than before!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all had different clothings and KusKus in particular had his whole image totally redone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong was now wearing pink framed shades, white shiny shirt and pants, something like what Elvis would wear. His hair was still spiky as before but he had some hot pink streaks this time. He was holding a glittery pink microphone that also doubled as a dagger, the blade was jutting out of the end, shiny, with very light pink outline. "This is Insanely Krispy Cool!" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KusKus was in full shiny silver armour with orange glowing outlines. He was holding a dual sided mirror shield on his left hand and a Snap&amp;Punish™ LongSword. His hair became long and silky and it turned to dirty blonde. He had some sharp hair extensions at the end. "Now I can look at myself even when I'm fighting.." KusKus said while looking at the mirror shield, "Hey beautiful," he winked at his reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelle had a purple handled lightsaber that looked silly and bizarre at the same time. She had a silky purple vest on her with a black coat on the outside. She had silky purple hairband, a black sunglasses with purple lens and dark purple flip flops with a black base. She looked down at them and said "Lame! I look cool from top to bottom but then those crystals just had to give me sandals~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gel had a white muumuu dress(no idea what this is. Contact Chelle for more info) with a light pink sash around her. On her head she had a white nurse tiara with some pink tint on the edges. Her weapon? Well it wasn't really a weapon per se, it was an arctic white snow teddy bear with a healing pendant engraved on its chest. "I look...weird!" she said jumping around hugging her teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah was wearing a black furry winter coat with light blue baggy pants. Her hair was long silky black with a sky blue bow and she wore white sneakers. She was holding a shiny painbrush which was also a shortsword. "I don't think I look like a painter at all..." She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac looked totally different. He had fiery red jeans and black T-shirt. He wore a smoky red cap reversed and black shades with red tinted lens. He was holding a red/orange/black gun that had an engraving on it that said "Piggy Rifle 2000 model 59". He just stared in amazement at his gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Faddy was wearing dark green pants, yellow T-shirt that said "I pimp chickens and all I got was this lame shirt", a reddish/yellow hat with a chicken's head as its logo and finally black sneakers. "Great..I look like some freak" he said. He was carrying a colourful bagpack behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK! So we all look different. What's the point?" Wong said loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a calming voice could be heard all around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You are all the chosen young ones. The crystals you swallowed were the key to changing your appearance and giving you those weapons that each of you hold in your hands...well except for Faddy, his weapon is his bagpack. You'll know what I'm talking about sooner or later kiddo. Anyway back on topic..Ahem... You are all chosen to defeat evil that has started spreading across the lands. Once you have learned enough, we will meet again, Farewell for now.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! Wait a minute!! That voice..." Jac paused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?" Faddy asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She said 'meet'. We never met her!! It's only her voice!!" Jac answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelle rolled up a newspaper she found on the ground laying there conveniently just for her, and smacked Jac yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So we're all chosen to defeat evil spooky marshmellow men with our newly gained weapons? That's Insanely Kripsy Cool!" Wong said while showing a thumbs up and smiles, and then his teeth sparkled with a "TWING" sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The question is..." Kus said while looking into his mirror shield, "who's voice that was.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of them could answer that. Nadiah just nibbled on some pudding, Faddy shaking his bagpack around, Wong staring at his microphone, Chelle wiggling her wiggly lightsaber, Gel hugging her teddy bear and Jac..well...he was just rolling around on the floor for no apparent reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continued...soon XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-3089082529806492146?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/3089082529806492146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=3089082529806492146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/3089082529806492146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/3089082529806492146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/09/thecheesyhyperintelligentchildishkrispy_4491.html' title='The.Cheesy.Hyper.Intelligent.Childish.Krispy.Sushi. Chapter 3'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-5184962183235643166</id><published>2007-09-12T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T02:20:44.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cheesy Hyper Intelligent Childish Krispy Sushi'/><title type='text'>The.Cheesy.Hyper.Intelligent.Childish.Krispy.Sushi. Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chicks2')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter Two: The cave of the colourful crystals&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chicks2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshmellow men! They were attacking the little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong ran and did a flying kick to one of the marshmellow man but he just bounced off and flew back, landing on his butt. "Ow.." he said whille rubbing his sore butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As weird and unnatural as this may look, we still have to help the little girl out!" Gel said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the group picked up whatever they saw on the ground and threw them at the monsters..if you could call them that. Rocks, cans, pencils, pudding and what have you, were thrown but bounced off the soft body of the marshmellow men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're not doing anything to them!!" Jac said running around in circles flailing his arms in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if we bite them?" Faddy said with a hungry look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looked at Faddy with weird expressions and he replied, "What?! I'm hungry here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran over to the marshmellow man and bit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm...sweeet" Faddy said with a happy look on his face while munching on the marshmellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was surprised at this and they all ran over to join Faddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thish ish ...amazhing!!" Wong said chewing on the tasty bodies of the marshmellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RETREAT!! RETREAT!!!" The marshmellow men screamed and they all ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look! The rest of them are running away!! We need to gather them all and eat them!!!" Jac said in a high pitched voice. He ran and tripped over a tiny rock, falling and having his face smudged on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the!?! How can you trip over a tiny rock!?!" Chelle said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enough! We need to go chase after those marshmellow men" Markus said in a rare moment that he looked away from his mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone went o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then they all ran to the direction of the monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marshmellow men lead them to a nearby cave which was quite dark and spooky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone got a flash light?" Wong said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone shook their head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh well then, let's just look for those marshmellows, capture them, roast them, put cheese on them, add some more sugar, deep fry them and THEN we roast them again! AND ONLY THEN WILL WE EAT THEM!" Faddy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Omg!" Gel said, "That's a great idea!!!.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was a moment of silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow took you long enough to say that huh chicken fists" Chelle said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gel just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey everyone! Look! I see light!" Jac said pointing at some light source...thingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone rushed there and saw 7 light emiting crystals, each different coloured, jutting out of the stone table in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong approached a natural green coloured crystal and grabbed it but it wouldn't budge. He tries to pull all the other coloured crystals and none of them would budge. Finally he approached the last crystal which was hot pink and it glowed with immense hotness. He grabbed the crystal and it slipped out of the stone table with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Interesting.." he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KusKus ran over to a sexy, beautiful orange with a whole lot of rawr coloured crystal and he pulled it out easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I knew this one was special, it has that...rawrness, I can feel it." He said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faddy grabbed the natural green that Wong tried to grab earlier and he could pull it out without any problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelle approached the funky retro purple with a lot of funky-punky purple crystal and it glowed with extreme funkyness. She pulled it out and said , "Retro..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gel pulled out a white crystal that had pink tint on it's edges. The crystal released a happy aura around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac grabbed a blood red coloured crystal that glowed with a fiery red mist and then he jumped in joy, "Woot, just like my fire mage in maple.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Nadiah pulled out an ocean blue crystal with a whole lot of bluyness blue surrounding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all stared at each of their own crystals and then Faddy suddenly licked his crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone saw this and gave a weird look to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys, it's...sweet.." He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone tried licking each of their own crystals and he was right! It was sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you guys think its...candy crystals?" Nadiah said while staring at her crystal in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only one way to find out!" Wong said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they all bit and munch their crystals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a bright coloured aura surrounded each of them, the colours according to their crystals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the whole cave exploded in a beam of bright lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town people of Jinglebells could see the light all the way from their homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was no ordinary light..it was something much more..mysterious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next chapter..reveals what the light has in store for our young heroes so stay tuned :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-5184962183235643166?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/5184962183235643166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=5184962183235643166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/5184962183235643166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/5184962183235643166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/09/thecheesyhyperintelligentchildishkrispy_12.html' title='The.Cheesy.Hyper.Intelligent.Childish.Krispy.Sushi. Chapter 2'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-8115057235793645549</id><published>2007-09-11T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T08:56:01.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cheesy Hyper Intelligent Childish Krispy Sushi'/><title type='text'>The.Cheesy.Hyper.Intelligent.Childish.Krispy.Sushi. Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chicks1')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter One: Untapped Potential&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chicks1"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful Sunday morning in the town of Jinglebells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a small clubhouse at the center of the town with a banner that said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CHEESY HYPER INTELLIGENT CHILDISH KRISPY SUSHI! Also known as&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE C.H.I.C.K.S! Headquarters!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, there were 7 kids, all doing their own activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Faddy, the random guy, playing some random RPG game on his Xbox360 in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Wong, the guy who loves to sing, singing to himself in the bathroom while showering.&lt;br /&gt;KusKus, the vain guy, busy looking in the mirror in his bedroom, admiring himself.&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah, the girl who loves to eat pudding and loves to paint, painting a picture of a pudding in her art room.&lt;br /&gt;Jac, the guy who's obsessed with piggies, playing maple on his computer in the hall next to Faddy.&lt;br /&gt;Chelle and Gel, the two best friends who love to argue. Chelle being the silly friend who loves to ignore and make fun of Gel but is actually a very faithful friend. Gel on the other hand is a happy go lucky girl who loves to act tougher than she should, but inside, she has a kind soul who loves to help people. As usual, they're both hanging out in the kitchen arguing all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jac!" Faddy says, "my character's gonna level up soon! Woooo!"&lt;br /&gt;Jac replies, "My maple character just levelled up twice today. Beat that!"&lt;br /&gt;Faddy just frowns and continues playing his RPG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong kept singing in the bathroom while he was having his afternoon shower. The whole clubhouse could hear his voice. "YOU~~ Doin that thing you do~~ Breakin ma heart into a million pieces~~ Like you always doo~~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KusKus couldn't handle this and screamed all the way across the hall, "WONG! KEEP IT DOWN! I'M TRYING TO ADMIRE THE PERSON LOOKING BACK AT ME IN THE MIRROR." He turns back and looks at the mirror. "How you doin?" he said to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah was holding her paintbrush. With a swift stroke across the canvas, the final detail was done. "My pudding masterpiece! It is..magnifique! I must now eat this pudding that has been waiting for me since an hour ago!" And with that she took the pudding and started munching it like a crazy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want a piece of me!? Do you want a piece of my chicken fists of fury!?" Gel said.&lt;br /&gt;"A piece only? I want all of it! Bring it on tubby!" Chelle replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they both kept arguing about some random crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone ran towards the hall. KusKus, while still looking at himself in the small pocket mirror he carried, ran out but accidentally bangs into a wall. Wong, still wet and having bubbles on his hair and having a pink towel wrapped around him. Nadiah having pudding smudged all over her mouth and Chelle and Gel both munching on cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone saw what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faddy levelled up his main character!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU SCREAMED JUST BECAUSE YOU LEVELLED UP YOUR CHARACTER?!?!" Wong said while playing with the bubbles on his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The guy in the mirror was just about to tell me his name." KusKus sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmm..pudding...." Nadiah said while wiping off the excess pudding on her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We were both having a very important conversation you know!" Both CHelle and Gel said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, don't look at me, I was just overexcited I guess." Faddy shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TWO LEVELS!! TWO LEVELS YOU HEAR ME!! TWO LEVELS!!!" Jac said with an insane and delusional reaction on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone sighed and went back to doing their own stuff again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A worried looking parent came rushing in from he main door and screamed "HELP!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone rushed to the door and gathered there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maam, calm down and tell us what's going on here!" Wong said. He was now fully clothed. Blue T-shirt, tight jeans, spiky hair and the strong smell of cologne filled the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My! Daughter! Monsters! Outside town!" The parent huffed and then she fell unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok so we have all the details we need!" Jac said. "Her daughter transformed into a monster and ran out of town!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelle rolled up a newspaper that was on the floor and proceeded to smacking Jac right on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's such a great story you have! But did you ever thought of the..I dunno..possibility that her daughter is being attacked by monsters outside of the town?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're right! That makes more sense!" Jac said with dizzy eyes and piggies circling around his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that we ran past the unconscious lady and ran outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the front gate of the town and saw weird looking monsters attacking the little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked like..marshmellows.. weird looking marshmellows complete with heads,feets and arms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on here?! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay tuned for the next chapter :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-8115057235793645549?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/8115057235793645549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=8115057235793645549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/8115057235793645549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/8115057235793645549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/09/thecheesyhyperintelligentchildishkrispy.html' title='The.Cheesy.Hyper.Intelligent.Childish.Krispy.Sushi. Chapter 1'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-8832751242360525982</id><published>2007-09-11T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T01:23:11.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles Characters'/><title type='text'>TAC Characters</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('TacChar')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;The Apocalyptic Chronicles Characters&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="TacChar"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the The Apocalyptic Chronicles Character pics that were drawn by Nadiah XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109226066338474098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WD5f2289S-M/RueeCZlFaHI/AAAAAAAAACc/al48azdRcEQ/s320/charles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WD5f2289S-M/RuecS5lFaEI/AAAAAAAAACE/iJU554SegUE/s1600-h/zhenhowsky.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WD5f2289S-M/RuecSplFaCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RwFLnQaGm_I/s1600-h/Leslie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109224146488092706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WD5f2289S-M/RuecSplFaCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RwFLnQaGm_I/s320/Leslie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leslie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109224150783060018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WD5f2289S-M/RuecS5lFaDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-AG6aaxcS3o/s320/Jacovich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacovich &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WD5f2289S-M/RuecS5lFaEI/AAAAAAAAACE/iJU554SegUE/s1600-h/zhenhowsky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109224150783060034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WD5f2289S-M/RuecS5lFaEI/AAAAAAAAACE/iJU554SegUE/s320/zhenhowsky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zhenhowsky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD5f2289S-M/RuecTJlFaFI/AAAAAAAAACM/DHgYsmpqSdc/s1600-h/markus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109224155078027346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WD5f2289S-M/RuecTJlFaFI/AAAAAAAAACM/DHgYsmpqSdc/s320/markus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Markus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WD5f2289S-M/Ruecv5lFaGI/AAAAAAAAACU/-T_cN2qROcA/s1600-h/Nadderine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109224648999266402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WD5f2289S-M/Ruecv5lFaGI/AAAAAAAAACU/-T_cN2qROcA/s320/Nadderine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Nadderine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-8832751242360525982?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/8832751242360525982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=8832751242360525982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/8832751242360525982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/8832751242360525982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/09/tac-characters.html' title='TAC Characters'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WD5f2289S-M/RueeCZlFaHI/AAAAAAAAACc/al48azdRcEQ/s72-c/charles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-75547951852959871</id><published>2007-09-08T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T22:36:11.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Final Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chap20')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Final Chapter: The End&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chap20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to move but the chains were holding me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bullet that was shot flew past me and hit the ground next to Zhenhowsky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zhenhowsky! You alright??" I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea, you're the one who looks like you've seen better days Charles." He replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and saw Markus and Nadderine behind Zhenhowsky, but no sign of Jacovich and Leslie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Such stupidity cannot be tolerated&lt;/em&gt;." A dark voice echoed the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 of us looked the side and someone walked out of the shadows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacovich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're all fools! You didn't realise that someone in your group had been behind this all along!Heck, I'm in charge of Harp&amp;Chronic and that useless Baker was about to say everything. That's why I dispatched a sniper INfected to rid of him before he said anything important. It all doesn't matter now though.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Leslie?!" I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked out of the shadows behind Jacovich and stood next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vice president of Harp&amp;Chronic..none of you would've guessed it huh," Leslie smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacovich and Leslie were behind all this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dream of receiving such a powerful artifact right in the palm of my hands. I could literally do anything and rule the world with the Ancient golden scarab. I tried looking for someone worthy enough to be sacrificed, but noone was worthy enough..until I found you, Charles! Endless years of searching have gone to waste, but with you..My dream will come true!" Jacovich walked closer to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me? What the fuck does any of this have to do with me?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You, my friend. You are the key! The key to unlocking this sacred room. The key to unlocking the power of the golden scarab! The golden scarab that is so powerful, anyone can turn to mindless zombies and be under my command! Ahahahahahaha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jacovich, you're mad!" I said while spitting on his foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I? What about all the other people that have harnessed the power of the golden scarab? Are they mad too? The artifact was made for a reason! It was made for someone worthy enough to use it! To use it and rule the world! But I'm not gonna use it to rule earth..I'm gonna use it for the good of mankind! I will cleanse this world of useless people and rebuild it with worthy and understanding people! This world is too chaotic and alot of people have killed each other in wars, and for what? For peace? For glory? Well this ends now! Once I have control over everyone, I will realise everyone's potential! Great rulers are born naturally but Godly people like me, need to find ways to improve the society we're living in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cut the crap you son of a bitch!" Nadderine said and she rushed to him with her blades ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tsk tsk tsk.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gunshot echoed the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us looked at Nadderine and saw a bullet wound on her chest right where her heart was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NADDERINE!!!" Markus shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come any closer and you'll suffer the same fate as her." Leslie grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadderine froze for a few seconds before dropping to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to wrestle myself out of the chains but they were too strong!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not just gonna wait here and do nothing!" Markus said and he ran towards Nadderine's body before his leg got shot by Leslie's Glock 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You fucking bitch! Die!!" Markus held his M249 up high and started unloading bullets at Leslie. 30+ bullets punched through Leslie's body and she flew back from the impact and died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, what a waste. Both of them could have been so helpful in rebuilding this torn world." Jacovich sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're next!" Markus said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't even think about it" Jacovich said as he used his M4 and shot the M249 out of Markus' hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Argh! You damn bastard!" Markus said while holding his bleeding right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't want any more trouble do we?" Jacovich shot Zhenhowsky on the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shit, What the fuck's you're problem you insane son of a bitch!" Zhenhowsky said trying to stop blood from spilling out of his right shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles..I think it's time to end all this madness. Shall we start the ritual?" Jacovich said while taking out a golden dagger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Over my dead body you fucktard!" I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well too bad. You don't have a choice now do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacovich got closer and I struggled as hard as I could to pull off the chain but all that did was made cuts on my wrists as blood trickled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's been nice knowing you Charles..Before you die, this might ease your pain." Jacovich took out a serum and injected it into my arm. The bottle said "DNA-X Virus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ARRGGGGHHHHH!!" I yelled in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacovich thrusted the dagger right on my chest and plunged the blade in. I could feel tip of the blade cutting through my heart and I started coughing blood out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life was over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last image I saw before I died was a white shining light from above and the sounds of the room shaking and crashing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't supposed to end like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The End &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-75547951852959871?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/75547951852959871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=75547951852959871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/75547951852959871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/75547951852959871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/09/apocalyptic-chronicles-final-chapter.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Final Chapter'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-4158662552928503160</id><published>2007-09-08T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:55:24.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chap19')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter Nineteen: Secrets will be revealed&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chap19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus, Nadderine and I stood up, ready to look for Charles and his group. As we walked out, we saw another room that had the same carvings and paintings as before. Another sacrificial chamber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked closer and peeked inside. No spikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went in and saw some dead bodies lying around with tools scattered everywhere. There was a large inscription on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Only a worthy sacrifice will unlock the true power of the ancient golden scarab&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient golden scarab? The room looked like a cave with Egyptian paintings on the walls. Pharaohs, servants, Scarabs, Jackals and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one interesting painting that caught my attention. It was a painting of a pharaoh sacrifing thousands of his servants and getting nothing while the painting next to it showed a pharaoh sacrificing a jackal and in the end he was given an artifact in the shape of a scarab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the scarab has anything to do with any of this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zhenhowsky! Look.." Nadderine pointed to one painting, it looked fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It showed a person being sacrificed and the person receiving the same artifact as the one I saw earlier. What shocked me was the person being sacrificed..looked like Charles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap! It all makes sense! Someone wants to sacrifice Charles to gain this powerful artifact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys! Charles and the others are in trouble! He's gonna be sacrificed while Jacovich and Leslie are gonna be disposed of!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I suggest we look for them as fast as we can before its too late!" Markus said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran out of the room and encountered some zombies. We dispatched them easily and ran as fast as we could, searching every room for the 3 of them. No luck at all! None of the rooms we searched had Charles, Jacovich, nor Leslie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! Now what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We haven't searched at the end of the hallway." Nadderine said while pointing towards the end door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran to it and pushed the door aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw him in the middle of the room. His legs and hands were chained to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles! We're here!" I shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened his eyes and saw us as we ran towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly. BANG! A gunshot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Noone's going anywhere.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-4158662552928503160?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/4158662552928503160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=4158662552928503160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/4158662552928503160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/4158662552928503160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/09/apocalyptic-chronicles-chapter-19.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 19'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-3041571636203704620</id><published>2007-09-08T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:36:46.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chap18')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter Eighteen: Separated &lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chap18"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zhenhowsky, Nadderine &amp; Markus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus and Nadderine ran behind me while I lead the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on guys! We need to find them quickly. I have a feeling something bad is gonna happen." I said while running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path was narrow and all I could do was follow it since there weren't any other branching paths. I wonder where the others went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zhenhowsky! Behind us!" Markus yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and saw a huge boulder rolling towards us. Shit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RUN!!!!!" Nadderine screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all ran as fast as we could. After running for a few minutes, we saw the walls changing colour and pattern. There was an arrow pointing forward with a picture showing some kind of sacrificial chamber. Any place is better than this! I told both of them to follow me and roll to the side once we saw an opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally saw the opening that was quite small, it was enough to fit each one of us in so we rolled as soon as we got near it. I slid down first followed by Markus and Nadderine. I heard the boulder pass by us rolling forwards and making a loud smash sound. I guess it stopped and smashed something, luckily it wasn't us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in a room or some chamber looking..place. There were spikes jutting out of the ceiling and the ends of the room. So this is the sacrificial chamber the picture was describing that I saw earlier. Pools of blood were everywhere and some dripped from the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....I realised what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Markus, Nadderine..Quick! Look for an exit or something!" I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" Markus asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered, "Cause the freakin room is gonna squash us from above and the sides!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all panicked and started looking around for a door. It wasn't obvious but there was an outline of a door at the far end of the room. I pointed at it and we all nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we ran towards it, the ceiling started lowering and the sides started closing in on us. The ground behind us started raising slowly. Ah shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got to the door, we tried to look for a door knob but there wasn't any! Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were doomed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceiling was so close to us ready to smash us and the sides were close too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus was screaming "WE'RE GONNA DIE! WE'RE GONNA DIE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Nadderine pulled Markus and I back and we escaped the room. What the hell happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you both weren't too busy screaming and panicking, you would've notice the wall behind us separating to create an exit." She said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as we're all safe, I said in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out my walkie talkie and pressed the button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles? Jacovich? Leslie? Come in! Anyone??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No response.. only static.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, something must've happened to them. I looked at both Markus and Nadderine. They had a worried look on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew we had to get to them ASAP..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-3041571636203704620?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/3041571636203704620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=3041571636203704620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/3041571636203704620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/3041571636203704620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/09/apocalyptic-chronicles-chapter-18.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 18'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-1399843040179426126</id><published>2007-09-08T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T07:32:17.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chap17')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter Seventeen: The mazes of torture&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chap17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I layed Baker's body on the floor and left him there while walking towards the central door. I wonder where that bullet came from though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The central door..it was fully golden. When I touched it it felt cold, hmm..what's behind this door? A huge freezer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned the door knob and pushed the door aside. Shit, It really was a freezer. A huge insane freezer room that was quite spaceous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meat were hanging suspended by a rope from the ceiling. Some body bags were scattered here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked along, it got colder and colder. My vision got blurry and I started shivering like hell. Wheres the freaking door to get out of this shithole?! In the end, I nearly collapsed and lose hope until I saw light at the end of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crawled as hard as I could and endured the pain as long as I could reach the door and got out of the room. Finally! I held the door knob and felt warmth. I twisted it and pulled the door and jumped out of that freezing room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new room was warm..what the fuck? This mansion is really getting weirder by the minute. It was like a freaking oven in here! I'm going insane if the next room isn't normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire spewed out of the side walls and kept switching on and off. I was out of energy to run past it but I could die if the temperature got any higher. This is fucking sick man! I saw a door on the side and it swung open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacovich and Leslie! They've come to save me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles! We're comin' for ya!" Jacovich said while they both ran to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys are fucking shits. You don't know how happy I am to see some friendly faces."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha, we had to fight a huge dog holding a trident to pass that door." Leslie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I had to go through a madman with a cutlass and a freaking freezer room!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tough shit" Jacovich said while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both supported me by putting my arm on their shoulders on each side and we both ran past the fire spewing wall easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing about this mansion..its that its huge and very random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next room we were in was just a normal square room. When we walked in, the door behind us closed and locked. The door infront of us was locked too and bars came down to shut the door. Shit! What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceiling started opening and zombies started pouring down. We started killing them easily and then froagers started appearing on the walls. Devil's Cerberus jumped down from the ceiling and then Tyranian Hunters came crashing down too. The zombies were all squish by the 2 Tyranian Hunters who were massively huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit! 2 Tyranian Hunters, a couple of froagers and Devil's Cerberus and a room that had no cover. We were surely gonna die here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until bullets flew out of a corner and hit the two TH's. I squinted and saw that it was Markus, Nadderine and Zhenhowsky but we were separated by a barred window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll give you covering fire while you guys kill them!" Zhenhowsky yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just nodded and both Leslie and Jacovich understood. The three of us got our guns ready and we sent all these freaks back to hell. Bullets flew everywhere hitting all the experiments. One bullet hit a froager right on the chest and the insect exploded showing the others in green blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they were all dead, the locks were unlocked and the bars on the door raised up clearing the path for us. The other group were still separated from us though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll meet you guys up later if we cross. In the meantime, take care of yourselves alright?" I told them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us walked past the door and we were now in a rather simple looking room. It was fully white and it looked endless. Wonder where the next door was..The room LOOKED simple..but it was actually really complex. We kept bumping into walls that we didn't even know existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking, Jacovich accidentally stepped on an activating tile and the room suddenly started transforming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing! The room wasn't white anymore. It was filled with mysterious paintings and carvings on the walls that looked very ancient. The middle of the room's floor had a huge painting of a golden scarab. The 4 ends of the room had painting of what looked like human sacrifice. Is this room the answer we've been looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacovich spun around in amazement gazing up at the ceilings which had ancient hyroglyphs and inscriptions all around the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever this room is, I'm sure its really important." Leslie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah..." was the only thing Jacovich said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I examined the paintings closely and all the inscriptions when I heard both Leslie and Jacovich scream. Before I could turn around to see what happened to them, I felt a sudden blow to the head from a blunt object. I fell unconscious. The last thing I heard before I lost consciousness was a dark and cold voice saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The end is near for everyone.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-1399843040179426126?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/1399843040179426126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=1399843040179426126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/1399843040179426126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/1399843040179426126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/09/apocalyptic-chronicles-chapter-17.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 17'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-8851108546296925737</id><published>2007-09-08T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T06:37:58.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chap16')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter Sixteen: Nadderine,Markus &amp; Zhenhowsky. Mansion fight part 2&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chap16"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nadderine &amp;amp; Markus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus kept on screaming as he fell down and we both landed on our butts when we finally got to the bottom of the pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ow..my butt hurts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your butt is always in pain Markus." I laughed. "So where are we anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AAAAHAHAHHAHAHA. WELCOME..TO MY HOME.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that insane person!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A figure stepped out of the darkness and showed itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a..clown..WTF?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A clown with big red squeaky shoes, a round red nose, horrible makeup, a funky rainbow coloured hairdo and that pesky looking bowtie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who the hell do you think you are?" I shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ME? I'M HARPY, THE MASCOT FOR HARP&amp;amp;CHRONIC HEHEHEHE, AND YOU BOTH ARE MY GUESTS AHAHAHHAHAHAHHA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap this person really IS insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have to shout all the time?!" Markus said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OF COURSE NOT, BUT I PREFER TO CAUSE ITS FUN HEHEHEHEH. Ok enough playing around, You're both gonna die right here right now." Harpy took out 2 MP5's which slid out from his sleeve and started shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus rolled to one side while I rolled to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Markus! You still got that M249 that you pulled just now?" I screamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! You're right I didn't realise I still have it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us were behind pillars when we rolled. Now these pillars was the only protection we had. Harpy let bullets fly everywhere hitting walls, the ground and the pillars we were taking cover from. Bits and pieces of concrete kept flying around after being hit by the bullets. All he did was laugh like the idiotic madman he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AAAAHAHAHAHHAHA, HAVING FUN??! IF NOT I COULD RAMP UP THE DIFFICULTY FOR YOU BOTH!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped shooting and the ground infront of him opened up to reveal a huge sickass machine gun which raised up. He held the handle and started shredding everything. At this rate we would be dead in no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nadderine! I can't do shit to him! With that sickass machine gun of his I don't think I can even make him flinch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to think of something quick but there was nothing I could really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AWW DON'T YOU THINK THIS IS FUN? WHY NOT GET OUT AND ENTERTAIN ME MORE AHAHAHHAHAHAHAH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell his laugh was more annoying than the thought of him killing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bullets kept coming nonstop and one bullet nearly hit my feet as it bounced off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus peeked out of his cover for a second and let loose a stream of bullets at Harpy. The 10 or so bullets hit him in the chest and he flinched for awhile. He didn't die though and kept shooting once he regained his control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IINTERESTING. TRYING TO SHOOT ME WON'T DO ANYTHING KIDS AAAAHAHAHHAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck! That retard is starting to get me pissed" Markus screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes passed and the bullets just kept on coming. Will he take a break already!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I GUESS THIS IS GETTING BORING EH?" He finally stopped shooting. He pulled out two huge axes from the wall behind him and started coming closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This should be fun eh?" He said while he stomped closer and closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus and I got out of cover and rolled next to each other. Markus kept unloading round after round while I just stood there cause I didn't have any gun with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bullets didn't do shit to him only making holes on his chest but not hurting him at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was infront of us and he sighed "Too bad the fun couldn't last long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised both of the huge axes in the air and was about to swing it down on both of us when a bullet hit one of the axe and made a huge PING sound with a spark igniting after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harpy turned to the direction of where the bullet came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...It was Zhenhowsky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey idiot, You seem to be having too much fun there." Zhenhowsky walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And who might you be?" Harpy asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me? I'm just someone who so happens to have fallen from the sky and landed into this dark ugly pit. You can call me Zhenhowsky"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhenhowsky smirked and swung his AK47 infront of him and shot Harpy in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harpy stopped and blood started oozing out from his forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Impressive... But that's not gonna do much." Harpy laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out both of my blades and jumped on his head and stabbed him from both sides and slashed his neck open. His head fell off from his neck and rolled on the ground while his body lumped on the floor creating a pool of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's for making me pissed too much from your laughter you freaking asshole." I said, wiping blood from my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woo! You owned him Nadderine!" Markus said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok now what? How the hell do we get out of here? Zhenhowsky, got any plans?" I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm... I think I saw an exit just now..follow me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all ran out of the dark room trying to find the exit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-8851108546296925737?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/8851108546296925737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=8851108546296925737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/8851108546296925737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/8851108546296925737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/09/apocalyptic-chronicles-chapter-16.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 16'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-7508594268282430251</id><published>2007-09-04T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T07:58:56.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chap15')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter Fifteen: Charles,Jacovich &amp; Leslie. Mansion fight Part 1&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chap15"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baker ran and charged at me thrusting his cutlass. The bright shine from his blade blinded me for a second but I was quick enough to block his attack by using my dagger. Shit, I'm fighting a sword with a small dagger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Impressive Charles, I'm amazed you could block my attack with that useless dagger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up, you fucking asshole. What's your goal doing all this, Huh? Innocent people are dying just because you're experimenting with them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goal? It is none of your concern! Prepare to die!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baker charged again and this time slashing and opening a wound on my left arm. The blade's tip touched the skin and cut through easily just like a hot knife on a butter. The wound on my arm opened and blood started dripping. Son of a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slide tackled him and he fell off his feet and landed on his back on the floor. I stood up and leaped in the air with my dagger pointing downwards. Just as I was about to land on Baker to stab him, he rolled to the side and I missed, plunging my dagger on the ground. Damnit, I was stuck. I tried pulling as hard as I could to get my dagger out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baker saw this as an opportunity and ran towards me. He was so close, but I kicked him away as hard as I could. He flew a few feet back and his back smashed against the wall. Stupid asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled my dagger out and stood there demanding answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey asshole! Answer me damnit! I said what the fuck's your goal in doing all this!?! Who are ya working for? Why am I needed alive? ANSWER ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not over  yet kid. You think you've won? Ahahaha" he replied and stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both locked our views and ran towards each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cutlass swung from above and I tried blocking it but the force was too strong that it created sparks from the clashing of both our blades. The blade cut from the top of my right eyebrow and ending at the bottom of my right eyelid. I closed my eyes just in time to prevent my eye from being cut, thus preventing me from going blind. I could see blood trickling down from my right view. Bloody hell! How many cuts am I gonna endure before I'll be dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was staggered for awhile, I took my chance and slash him on his chest. My dagger cut through his shirt and made a huge cut across his chest. He screamed in pain and kicked me away. I fell back and blocked his next attack, where he tried to slash me in half. I kicked him but he didn't fly back. He just skidded across the floor a few cm away from me. I leaped infront of him to stab him with my dagger but he blocked it with his cutlass. Having no other option, I punched him right in the stomach with my left hand while he was too busy blocking my dagger. This forced him to stagger for a few moments. I roundhouse kicked him, pushing him down onto the floor. The strength from my kick forced his cutlass to fly away. I jumped on top of him and pointed my dagger onto the position of his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go on, Kill me you weak noob! End my life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not until I get answers bitch!" I said while slapping his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok fine, you want answers, I'll give them to you then! Our goal? Well only the master knows this. We're just his loyal followers!. Who's our master you ask. Well that would have to be none other than..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baker couldn't finish his sentence when a bullet out of nowhere struck his head making it explode like a watermelon  being squashed. His brains literally separated into pieces and flying everywhere. Only a .50 calibre bullet from a sniper rifle could've done this much damage! Shit! I couldn't find out who the mastermind behind all this was!! What the fuck!!! Baker you fucking asshole! You couldn't have spoken any faster??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacovich &amp; Leslie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shitt!! I ran as fast as I could, but basically just running around the room trying to avoid the lumbering Devil's Cerberus. This wasn't any normal doggy. This one was huge! Tall! And meaner looking than the rest of them!! I don't even know if that's possible! The Devil's Cerberus was fully black, standing on both legs and had fur all over his body. He was holding some kind of golden trident, each tip of the three ends glowing red. I could see a tag on his collar. It said "Cerberusium Davirus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept looking back every few seconds while running just to see if he was catching up. He wasn't really fast as he was walking slowly, making eerie growling noise and the sounds of his footsteps echoing the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie came back into consciousness and recollected herself. She stood up and saw the big dog chasing after me. Holding both her Glock 22's, she started firing at the Cerberusium Davirus. He turned back and roared loudly and this time charging at her with his golden trident. When he was facing his back towards me, I saw something glowing behind his neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leslie! Dodge his attack! I have a plan!" I said while readying my M4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolled to the side while the dog stabbed the wall infront of him where Leslie was supposed to be. His trident stuck onto the wall and he tried wiggling it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aimed down my sights and pulled the trigger once. My shot wasn't accurate. The bullet missed the neck and hit the back of his head instead and this made him much more enraged. He turned around leaving the trident on the wall, his eyes glowing red and looking as viscious as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He charged at me and rammed me with his huge shoulder. I flew back and smashed against the wall behind me. Bam! my back hurts so badly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted at Leslie to shoot at the back of his neck where something was glowing. The Cerberusium Davirus was smart and used his hands to cover the glowing part of his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shot his back 5 times and this made him flinch, exposing his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie aimed her two handguns and started unleashing hell onto the back of the dog's neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANG.BANG BANG.BANG BANG. BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cerberusium Davirus fell onto the ground releasing orange blood from the glowing part of his neck. He crawled abit before saying "&lt;em&gt;Master..I..failed you..&lt;/em&gt;" and then he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jacovich, next time you should be the one who gets knocked out." Leslie said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just replied with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-7508594268282430251?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/7508594268282430251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=7508594268282430251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/7508594268282430251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/7508594268282430251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/09/apocalyptic-chronicles-chapter-15.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 15'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-2809240459614832637</id><published>2007-09-01T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T09:07:18.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chap14')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter Fourteen: Inside the &lt;strong&gt;mansion&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chap14"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stepped in the mansion and the huge doors behind us closed shut. No way out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside, we were amazed at how beautiful the place was from inside, even though it had the sense of spookyness circulating all around the atmostphere. A huge chandelier was hanging from above and it looked like it was made of solid gold with diamond decorations and crystals light bulbs. The light was bright and it was the main light source of the living room. We didn't know where to begin. To our left was a platinum door. To our right, a silver door. Infront of us was the hallway which ends with huge stairs with red carpeting. The walls were painted gold and the curtains were red all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I suggest we split up, Jacovich and Leslie, you both go to the left. Markus and Nadderine go right. Zhenhowsky, you're with me and we're going the middle. Don't forget to frequently report through your walkie talkies. Any questions before we move on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone shook their head and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacovich &amp; Leslie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the platinum door and twisted the round handle knob. It felt cold. I looked behind and saw the others walking towards their own paths and then Leslie patted my shoulder, "It's ok, they can take care of themselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed the door aside and got in the room with Leslie right behind me. The foul stench of rotten flesh could be smelled. Damn, and I thought this was a 5 star mansion. The room was quite dim and I couldn't really see where I was going. Leslie stepped on something and it made a squishy sound. She switched on her flashlight and shone it on her feet only to find that she had stepped on a brain which was not flattened and seeped blood on the carpetting making it look much darker than before. She examined the trail of blood and we followed it and it lead to a dead body sitting by a door. The top part of his skull was cut open and the space where the brain used to be was now filled with maggots and worms. I could clearly see claw markings on his chest tearing his chest open. We inspected the corpse and found out that this dead guy was part of a special operations team from out of town. Wonder what they came for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While examining the body, Leslie and I heard growling noise from behind us, Devil's Cerberus! We quickly turned around and Leslie was instantly knocked away and flew a few feet from me. I turned my attention to the DC..I was..shocked to see it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Markus &amp; Nadderine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus pushed the silver door and we went into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think we're gonna find anything in this place? It looks more like a freaking hotel than a spooky mansion in here." He said while staring up at the brightly lit ceiling which was filled with paintings of clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah of course, don't you watch movies? The mansions always hold secrets!" I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the room was a really huge mirror which was as tall as the entrance doors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into the mirror and saw my reflection but I also saw something behind us. We looked back and saw nothing but on the mirror we could clearly see it. It was..an angry mob of zombies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused and curious, We turned back yet again to find..nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell's going on!?!?" Markus said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't ask me. I'm as confused as you are." I replied looking puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned back and tried walking but then we bumped into an invisible wall. What the hell! I touched the invisible wall that we tried to walk through and then it materialized into..a mirror! Crap. Whoever's playing these tricks on us is seriously gonna get his/her ass kicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nadderine! How the hell are we gonna progress? Both sides are closed by mirrors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude like I said, I.dont.know! Someone's playing tricks with us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we could hear an insane high pitched laughter echoing the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Once you're in, you'll NEVER get out. Aaaa hahahahahhaha"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who in their freakin mind is making that insane laughter? It's making me go crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do not fear my young guests. You won't die without a reason! You will be food, for my pets, my minions, MY ZOMBIES! AAAAAHHAHAHAHAHHA"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mirror behind us shattered and zombies started walking out of the open space. Our backs were now facing the mirror that had just materialized earlier, and now, it too had shattered but revealed Froagers instead of zombies. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit! I can't handle this insane amount of freaks with just my blades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm tired of spewing flame out of my flamethrower. It's time to have a little bit of fun!" And with that Markus pulled an M249 light machine gun that was hanging on the wall next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise it was hanging there before, I guess that was just another trick.....wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Markus!!!" I yelled and I knew what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ground below us separated. It was a trapdoor! And this was a trap! We fell down into the darkness, screaming our lungs out. What was waiting below us? Spikes? Aligators? Whatever it's gonna be, I know it wont be nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charles &amp; Zhenhowsky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked up the stairs at the end of the hallway and arrived in what seemed to be, the dining hall. From one hallway to another, this place is huge! The dining hall had a long table in the middle. The cloth was red and the plates and cuttleries were gold. This place sure is high class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhenhowsky had a worried look on his face. "Err Charles, no report yet from the others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're right" I replied and I took my walkie talkie out and clicked on the button and spoke into the mic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys? Hello? Anyone? Report in immediately!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I heard was the static sound of noone responding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long pause, someone finally replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"krsshshshs Charles krhsshhshshs its Jacovich! Krshshhs problem krsshshhs here krshshshhshsh AHHH!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The transmition ended with a fierce growling sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zhenhowsky! We have to help him! Quick turn back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned back but we never realised the door behind us had been closed shut. Shit! Jacovich needs our help but we can't turn back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhenhowsky stopped for a second and started thinking. "We should just continue, there's no other option now but to move on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hard as it was to accept it, Zhenhowsky was right. We had to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked and got into..yet another hallway. This hallway lead to a huge hall with polished looking floor. A ball room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhenhowsky didn't realise that he stepped on a triggering tile and then the floor beneath him opened up and he fell down. I was quick enough to grab his arm but I was losing energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, a voice echoed the hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Charles, Charles. I've been expecting you old friend."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Baker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bullet whizzed past my ear and it shocked me too much that I let go of Zhenhowsky's arm. Shit! Not again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zhenhowsky! Don't you dare die down there! We'll meet up later! Don't worry bout me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ground closed up and the hole was now gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baker appeared out of one of the pillars holding a cutlass with a golden handle, you know, those swords that the sailors used in pirate ships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see that you survived the trap that I set up in the lab. Too bad the old man had to die. I knew he was going to rat out and tell you everything about our secret plans, so I killed him. Ahahaha don't worry, he proved useless anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baker you son of a bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-2809240459614832637?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/2809240459614832637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=2809240459614832637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/2809240459614832637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/2809240459614832637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/09/apocalyptic-chronicles-chapter-14.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 14'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-1200986863347797553</id><published>2007-08-28T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:21:20.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chap13')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter Thirteen: The mansion &lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chap13"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how the hell are we gonna get out of this mess?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is crazy! Look at all those freaks ready to kill us and make us into pieces of shit! Jacovich, still running around in circles, aint helping at all. Zhenhowsky could pick off some of the farther foes while Nadderine could slice up the closer ones. Markus can lay down a fire arc to prevent them from getting too grouped up together and lastly Leslie and I could probably take shots and hit some of them. But there's just too much! We won't be able to hold them off for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..And I had a plan.&lt;br /&gt;"Jacovich, Zhenhowsky! Kill those two snipers, now! Markus you've got a fire grnade right? Throw it at those concentrated group of zombies, that'll hold them off for awhile. Nadderine, when I give the signal, slash off that electrical wire over there. Leslie, you and I will shoot off any other freaks that come, ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got into their own position and Jacovich and Zhenhowsky pulled the triggers on their M4 and Ak47 respectively. 2 shots. The bullet from the M4 traveled fast and found its way into the left sniper's heart. The guy held onto his chest while blood oozed out and spilled everywhere. The INfected fell on his knees, dropping his M82A1 sniper rifle and died. The rifle let off a shot and it went through 4 of the heavy gunners killing them instantly as the .50 calibre went through each of them and exiting the 4th gunner, while ricocheting off the wall and landing infront of my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhenhowsky's bullet was accurately placed and crunched the INfected's skull passing through and landing right inside the half brain. The INfected died instantly, slouched to the front and landing on his face. his sniper rifle was a Mosin-Nagant rifle mounted with a telescopic sight, a WW2 rifle often used as a sniper rifle for far ranged shooting. The gun fell from his hand and landed on one of the heavy gunner's head knocking him unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus threw his fire grenade and it exploded on contact off the ground and released a powerful fire blast which engulfed the grouped zombies in one corner and all of them went ablaze. To spicen things up, Markus kicked an oil barrel that he saw and it went rolling across the room and exploding as soon as it caught fire. The explosion was too strong though and it knocked out almost half of the room. Eh, lucky us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie and I kept shooting at any Devil's Ceberus or Froagers that came close. One froager jumped right infront of me and I quickly rolled to the side while Leslie shot at it 4 times hitting the chest and head twice each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I gave the signal to Nadderine and she slashed away at the exposed wire I pointed out to her and all the lights in the room switched off instantly. Everyone knew my plan and we all ran towards the steel door and crawled out of the hole that Zhenhowsky made earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all outside and we all stopped for awhile to look behind and saw the head of one of the Tyrannian Hunter trying to fit through but sadly he was just too big. This also helped us cause it would block out any other experiments trying to get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ugh, can we stop going into labs next time? They're just trouble I tell you! Trouble!" Jacovich said while trying to catch some breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, alright. No more labs. What about that odd looking mansion in the distance? We could get some clues or anything that might help" Leslie pointed to the mansion on the hill a few walks from where we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about that old man you were talking about earlier Zhenhowsky? Anything he told you that might prove useful?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah..he's from the organization behind all this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the fuck!? That old man has something to do with this mess?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah but he didn't know that it would spread so quickly and harm anyone. He thought he was creating some kind of medicine that could potentially cure diseases not create zombies or freaks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, let's meet this old man before we move on. I need to find out more about this organization of his.." I said and then we all walked to the old man's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacovich kicked in as soon as he got infront of the door and started screaming "OLD MAN! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something was wrong..it was quiet..too..quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh guys, I found him." Markus said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was already dead! Someone brutally murdered him while we were in the lab. A note was written in blood next to the old man's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Baker.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was Sergeant Baker who killed him! We need to get to him before more innocent people gets brought into this mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving, I looked for any other notes or stuff that might lead us somewhere. Nothing. Baker! That son of a bitch somehow knew that if we surived that trap that he set up, we would go to this old man and find clues. Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles, I have a feeling that this place might blow up." Zhenhowsky said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And why does your feeling tell you that?" I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause I hear some ticking..A time bomb! Shit everyone get out now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all ran as fast as we could to the door and jumped out as quick as possible while the bomb inside the house exploded and sent us flying into the air where we landed a few feet away. I looked behind and saw the house breaking apart and turning into ash. The house was gone, literally. What kind of bomb was that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wooh, interesting." Zhenhowsky said while wiping off dirt from his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all stood up, dusted off ash from our shirts and shoulders and walked off heading towards the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We encountered some light resistance while walking but nothing a few bullets couldn't handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived infront of the mansion, it was huge! And I really mean huge! It towered above us in glory and it had that eerie feeling from Arachno. We walked closer to it and the huge doors opened slowly, creaking and releasing smoke, just like in the movies! These doors were at least 4 or 5 times our height and were wooden but looked quite solid. A shining ray of light shone from inside and a really cold and spine shivering voice said "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-1200986863347797553?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/1200986863347797553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=1200986863347797553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/1200986863347797553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/1200986863347797553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/08/apocalyptic-chronicles-chapter-13.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 13'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-7323951370864385895</id><published>2007-08-26T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T09:28:20.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('Chap12')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter Twelve: All hell breaks loose&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="Chap12"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An explosion suddenly erupted from behind us and the steel door tore open revealing a hole right in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grenade flew in, bounced on the ground and exploded infront of the Elite INfectors. KABOOM! half of the soldiers exploded and were torn into bits and pieces of flesh while the rest flew back hitting the wall behind them and breaking some of the flasks and test tubes that were scattered around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who just saved our ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tell me you guys thought I was dead just cause I tripped over a small hole? I'm Zhenhowsky! The one and only guy who's gonna save anyones ass around here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! Zhenhowsky's alive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude! How the hell did you survive back there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The old man from that house we were in saved me, I'll explain later. Come on don't just sit there! Go kill those bastards at the far end of the room!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, the others that were thrown back by the explosion.. totally forgot about them. Jacovich and I stood up and aimed our guns. He shot twice on 3 of them while I shot the other 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realising that the lab was far deeper that it actually seemed, we all went exploring around with Zhenhowsky joining us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone smell that?" Leslie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone started focusing their sense of smell and suddenly, BAM! 3 Croakers jumped out of nowhere. Pesky invisible noobies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of them started releasing some foul smelling toxic liquid out of their mouth and the liquid spilled infront of us and the floor started eroding. Shit! Didn't know they could shoot liquid out of their mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone take them out quick before their "spit" erodes us instead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that everyone aimed their guns and started shooting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until we realised that we weren't harming them at all. Crap! All our bullets bounced off of them like nothing and they felt no pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 Croakers arched their backs again ready to shoot their toxic spit at us, we had to think quick and Nadderine quickly leaped infront of them and slit their throats and slicing of their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys think too slow. We would've been dead ahahaha, next time think faster will ya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was right, we would've been dead if she didn't jump and slice them up like minced beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I found something!" Markus said while pulling a piece of paper under a thick book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?" I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He handed the paper over to me. It was a note! It read..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Baker, I've assigned a simple task for you. Kill the intruders at all cost but keep Charles alive. I'm sending 12 Elite INfectors with you and they will be under your command. Use them at your disposal. Remember, keep Charles alive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.Your Employer."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?! Why do they want everyone dead and keep me alive? What do they want with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles, what's the meaning of this?" Zhenhowsky said after reading the note. "Do you have something to do with this?! Huh? Answer me now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zhenhowsky! Honestly, I..I dont even know what's going on man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy's keep it down. I hear something!" Leslie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growling, croaking and some moaning. Woah shit, Devil's Ceberus, Froagers and zombies?! What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a switch next to me and so I flicked it and the lights stared flickering on..and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah shit. This ain't a lab! It's a freaking storehouse for experiments! Cages of those horrible freaks were scattered everywhere and the zombies were locked up in some kind of cell. The Devil's Ceberus started growling at us while the Croakers tried to scratch the bars of their cages thinking they could escape but failing miserably. It doesn't end there! 2 Tyranian Hunters were locked up at the far end of the room but they weren't making any sounds. I guess they're sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that they woke up, eyes shining brightly and cannons starting to activate. Fuck I spoke too soon! They started banging on their cages and the locks broke open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking shiett!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is crazy! Not only were those Tyranian Hunters able to break free but all of the other cages started opening too. The steel sound of the cage doors opening and banging and all the experiments jumped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, how the hell are we gonna survive this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As unlucky as we were in that position, it got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 INfected heavy gunners appeared on the top level and 2 INfected snipers stared firing rounds at us and missing Jacovich by a few inches. It was hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're not gonna make it through this!! We're all gonna die!!!" Jacovich yelled and started running in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jacovich get a hold of yourself!" Zhenhowsky said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-7323951370864385895?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/7323951370864385895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=7323951370864385895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/7323951370864385895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/7323951370864385895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/08/apocalyptic-chronicles-chapter-12.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 12'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-7769597646350621585</id><published>2007-08-16T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T07:56:07.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chap11')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter Eleven: One mistake forever remembered.&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chap11"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was holding a gun for the first time, it was an Ak47. I was only ten years old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dad let me hold his Ak47 and try to aim down the sights. The thrill of holding the grip of the gun and resting the stock on my shoulder, it was so exciting. As I looked down the sights, I held the trigger lightly with my index finger, just playing with it you could say, but I accidentally clicked it once and the bullet went flying and hit the target. It was an accurate shot, on my first time holding a gun nonetheless. My dad was impressed cause he'd never seen anyone shoot accurately on their first try. The tin bursted and showered the ground with the cola drink as the bullet pierced it's alluminium body.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the age of 18, I was sent to special training with the army in Australia. That's where I met Dominic, he was sleeping on the bottom bed of the bunk bed when I arrived at the room. I had to take the top bed and I always hated high sleeping places but oh well, I had to get used to it. I woke him up to introduce myself while he just told me his name and fell back to sleep. Over the years we would train everyday, in the shooting range, jogging every morning, you know the normal routines. He always favoured close combat while I loved long range. The satisfaction of making ur bullet hit it's target from far was way better than shooting someone point blank with a shotgun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then a few days ago we were dispatched by the army to backup two people having a serious problem in Arachno. Never been there before but I heard strange things were happening. Dom and I were to join Jacovich and Markus and our mission to rid the place of freaky experiments started on that day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But he's gone now, killed by the damn zombies and I wasn't able to save him. Why didn't I help my best friend? We always had each others back but not this time. I failed not only my duty, but also as a friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to defend myself before they could kill me. As I scrambled up and shot each one of them, 2 more came. I was running out of energy, but it wasn't the end for me as a figure walked up to them and shot them both with a satsifying sound of the shotgun shells pounding their hearts. He came up to me and helped me up. "You can't even take care of yourself youngster.."&lt;br /&gt;The old man from before? What the hell? He saved my ass, but tried to kill me earlier on? He really IS insane.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I'm just an insane old man who doesnt know what he's doing. Right? Well I got alot to tell you kid cause apparently I had something to do with this mess. I was one of the chief scientist in Harp &amp; Chronic. That's right, the organization behind all this.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just layed there. Sitting on the ground with the steel door behind me. Everyone else tried to cheer me up but what the hell? I just lost one of the best rifleman I've seen. But more importantly..I lost a good friend. He was always mysterious but after a few days of knowing him, he's actually quite a nice guy. I'm gonna miss all those crazy explosions that he would cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles, we need to move on and find out more clues. I know that we should stop for awhile to remember Zhenhowsky but what about the mission? The fate of the world is in our hands.." Markus said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys can go search around this stupid lab for information. For all we know, this might just be some useless place for more of those experiments." I said while standing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How long has it been? 2 years, Charles?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice suddenly could be heard from the dark shadows. It was cold and ruthless, yet it sounded familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tell me you can't remember this voice, my young friend. Let me refresh your memory, Officer Charles, &lt;em&gt;report to my desk immediately.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way..it can't be.. That was 2 years ago on my first day on the force!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha I can see that you remember now yes? You had so much potential but a little too..much.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sergeant Baker! What are you doing here?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahaha," He stepped out of the shadows with 12 Elite INfectors behind him, "You still don't get it do you? How can you save your friends when you can't even save yourself. Well enough of this nonsense, if you can survive this, you won't be lucky next time. Till we meet again my young rookie officer. That is if you're not dead by then. Wahahahaha" With that he just gave hand orders to the 12 Elite INfectors, most likely ordering them to kill us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! I had to think fast. The 2 corners near the location we were at could provide us with some cover for the time being. "Leslie! You, and Jacovich go that side while Markus, Nadderine and I go this side. Quick before they start firing their Mp7's!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all rolled to each side of the corners to get to cover and as soon as Jacovich's ass was behind cover, the Elite INfectors started shooting us like hell. Bits and pieces of concrete flew everywhere and the tables and paperworks were torn to pieces. I could see Sergeant Baker walking and disappearing into the darkness. What's my next move?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-7769597646350621585?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/7769597646350621585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=7769597646350621585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/7769597646350621585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/7769597646350621585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/08/apocalyptic-chronicles-chapter-11.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 11'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-5013287172058023131</id><published>2007-08-14T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T05:52:56.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chap10')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter Ten: Trials and Tribulations&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chap10"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They won't stop shooting! Those fucking assholes, don't their guns run out of bullets or something?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, we'll have to shoot back as soon as they stop for even just a second. Once we had that opportunity, Jacovich leaned over the wall and started unleashing all hell. Bullets started flying over to the INfected's general location and hitting one of the heavy gunners right in the heart. Blood oozed out and stared squirting all around even smearing some on his teammate's shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Jacovich leaned back, reloading "Alright! Who's next? Gimme some covering fire while I reload!"&lt;br /&gt;"With pleasure," Zhenhowsky said while rolling out of the corner and crouching as he stopped rolling. He raised his AK47 up to eye level so that he could aim down the sights. A single bullet left the barrel as soon as he clicked the trigger and it flew right into the chest of another heavy gunner while he was reloading. The bullet struck the INfected's heart with extreme accuracy and the force was so strong it pushed him back a few feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Elite INfector ordered the other 3 INfected to rush in to us, weapons blazing. Insane! They followed his order and ran to us with their guns shooting everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bullet whizzed past my head, nearly making it a headshot if i hadn't crouched as quickly as possible. My life would've ended right there! The 3 INfected riflemen were out of ammo and didn't bother reloading, so they tore out their masks and showed their ugly face yet again. Their jaws still chomping the air as always and leaping out trying to strike anyone. One of the INfected nearly mauled Nadderine, but Markus pushed her aside while pointing his flamethrower right into the INfected's mouth. He released the flame and it entered the INfected's body, burning him from the inside and literally exploding. Pieces of body parts showered the scene like always.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks" was all Nadderine could say as she was standing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie and I backed each other up as we shot 2 of the INfected that was on either side of us. My MP5 rounds made holes on the INfected's chest but still not able to hit the heart, so I kicked him down and took out my Mk23 and shot his heart as it was exposed so bloodily. Leslie emptied round after round of her dual handguns. The bullets hit the INfected's heart 4 times as blood gushed out ever so forcefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Elite INfector was left. He aimed his MP7 at me and shot a 3 round burst. 3 bullets flew to me hitting the wall next to me. Shit, how many times has my life been spared? Countless of times! Jacovich and Zhenhowsky aimed their assault rifles at the the INfector and started shooting. All of their 20+ rounds crushed the INFector's heart with extreme satisfaction and he died next to the other 2 heavy gunners that died earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone alright?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No," Jacovich said, "I haven't eaten my tuna sandwich for today, I'm starved" while pulling out a plastic out of his bag. He unwrapped it and whaddya know? More tuna sandwiches. "Next time I'm packing pie, I miss eating pie.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all continued walking and arrived at some old house that looked quite suspicious. We walked in cautiously and we were suddenly welcomed by a hail of gunfire from the 1st floor. Someone was shooting at us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get out of my house you evil demons from hell! Die!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't sound like a zombie or some experiment, sounded more human albeit crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried negotiating with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're not zombies! Or those damn soldiers! We're just normal humans trying to locate some.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up! I don't believe you demons!"&lt;br /&gt;A figure walked out of the shadows and it was an old man with a shotgun, he looked normal.&lt;br /&gt;"Hah, I was right! You're all demons that have come to take me away into the darkness! Well you're gonna leave empty handed cause this old man aint goin to hell!" He shot a few more rounds at us but missing badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Old man, Look if we were these "demons" you're talking about, we would've started shooting at you way before we would talk," Zhenhowsky said while raising an eyebrow, "I think I know you're problem! You're insane! You're an old man who's been staying in his house locked up to block out the evil invasion that's going outside! Am I right old man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think I'm insane? Hah! You're insane! You young demons are just as mischieveous as always! Just die already!" the old man said while falling back as the force of the gunshot pushed him. The bullet he shot hit the ceiling instead of us and dust flew around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles, I think we should just leave this insane old man all alone here. He doesn't wanna help or anything might as well go find more useful information from zombies." Zhenhowsky laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the house and saw more zombies appearing from the far end of the town. Next to the house we just left was some kind of laboratory that we didn't realise till now. The steel door of the lab started closing and INfected soldiers started appearing behind us. Shit! We better get in, there might be useful information in there. "Alright! Everyone, to that lab, now! Before the door closes and the INfected gets to us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone ran to the door and I was the last to get in, or so I thought. As I looked back, I saw Zhenhowsky tripping over a small hole that could fit his shoe. Fuck! I couldn't leave Zhenhowsky behind! I ran back but I was too late cause the steel door closed infront of me nearly clipping my nose. Damnit! I banged the steel door hoping it would open again. It wouldn't Now Zhenhowsky's outside, injured and being chased by about 3 INfected soldiers carrying AK47's. I could hear shooting outside and I could hear Zhenhowsky screaming. No!! Fucking hell why won't this stupid steel door open!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all my fault, I wasn't quick enough to help him up! Argh! I slumped down infront of the steel door, my head banging on it as the banging echoed the whole lab. Everyone else just kept quiet. I lost another man. First Dominic, now Zhenhowsky. Life's not fair! Life's not fucking fair! He didn't deserve to die like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-5013287172058023131?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/5013287172058023131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=5013287172058023131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/5013287172058023131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/5013287172058023131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/08/apocalyptic-chronicles-chapter-10.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 10'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-6473042667282681156</id><published>2007-08-11T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T05:20:51.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chap9')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter Nine: Kill or die.&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chap9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all awoken up by the rattling noise that was coming close to us. So much for sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't really see what or who it was cause of the darkness but we're sure it wasn't human. It was still in the shadows while walking closer to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey you! Come out of the shadows and show yourself!" Markus said while holding his flamethrower with a tight grip. I could see that he was ready to burn this thing if it came any closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the thing jumped out of the shadows and showed itself. It was a short and spiky monster looking..thing. It didn't look threatening at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aww look at it..it looks cute" Leslie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cute?! Are you crazy woman! It's a monster, cute or not we'll have to kill it!" Jacovich said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But..but..just look at it.."&lt;br /&gt;Leslie paused...and then everyone else looked at it. It started squinting it's eyes and it suddenly lit up. It's whole round spiky body filled with flames and it's eyes looking as devilish as ever. It shook it's head and it started charging at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holy shit! Kamikaze burning mother fucker!! Everyone, run!!!" Jacovich yelled. We all ran as fast as we could across the hall while Nadderine and I supported Zhenhowsky cause his shoulder was still injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guy's, we can't outrun this thing! It's still chasing us!!" Markus said while looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, he was right. It was getting closer by the second. I had to do something.&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone just keep running, Let me deal with this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around as fast as I could and pulled out my Mk23 and aimed for the monster. Everything went slow-mo and I could see the bullet leave the barrel of my handgun as I pulled the trigger and strike the monster on it's body. The bullet pierced it's chest and it stopped running and exploded, releasing a powerful energy which knocked me back a few feet. Everything else infront of me went ablaze and caught on fire. Leslie helped me up and I holstered my Mk23 while dusting off ashes from my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enough! No more new enemies damnit! When will they stop making all these new experiments?! As if the INfected wasn't enough, now flaming exploding fireballs?!" Markus said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I rest now? Its almost morning, let me just get a few hours of sleep without interruption."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, Zhenhowsky's right, we need rest before we can move on in the morning. Alright everyone I guess we can rest now..let's just hope theres no more of those fireballs." I said while laying down on the floor to have some much needed rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few hours later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was morning..finally we could move on.&lt;br /&gt;Wait..where's Jacovich?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shit anyone seen Jacovich?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wasn't he sleeping next to me a few hours ago?" Markus said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They took him!! Those evil INFected!! Those assholes!! They took another one of us while we were.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A honking sound made Zhenhowsky paused his sentence. We all ran outside the school and saw Jacovich in the SUV driver's seat. "Come on! We don't have all day right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jacovich! Shit! You made us all worried!!" Zhenhowsky sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahaha, my bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got in and Jacovich hit the pedal.&lt;br /&gt;"So where we goin?"&lt;br /&gt;"Anywhere but here, Nadderine. We need to find clues leading to the organization behind all this and find it's base of operation as soon as possible!" I said while reloading my MP5 and Mk23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Arachno behind us, we drove off towards a town that seemed familiar to me..Lupineville! My hometown! It was overrun with zombies too. Looks like those experiments started spreading out of Arachno. This is bad.. really bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car screeched to a halt and we all got out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shit. This town's filled with those freaks too! Hey Charles, how come you look like you've been to this place?" Markus said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...its cause I've been here before..this is my hometown..Lupineville.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all grouped together and started blasting away at all the zombies around us. My MP5 may not have armor piercing rounds but they do the job. Markus just barbequed the zombies as always while Zhenhowsky and Jacovich did most of the damage. Their Ak47 and M4 could pierce through multiple zombies and groups of zombies flew up in the air after Zhenhowsky threw a few frag grenades. Leslie used her dual Glock 22's and the bullets kept homing in on most of the zombies head's making them explode showering the place with brains. Nadderine slashed and hacked zombies with pure skill. Slicing heads apart, cutting off arms and legs, stabbing brains, it was just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullets flew around hitting zombies, walls and other items creating lots of destruction. Dust filled the air and the gunfire shots were loud enough to be heard from a few blocks away. This was a bad move though cause once the zombie numbers started getting less and less, INfected soldiers started arriving at the scene. Damn those soldiers! Different classes of them came. 3 white masked(riflemen) and 2 green masked(heavy gunners) arrived while being led by one Elite INfector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those sons of bitches just keep coming to spoil the fun!" Jacovich said, reloading his M4 with a fresh new mag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heavy gunners started raining us with gunfire to force us into taking cover. Their M249 light machine guns(LMG) had enough firepower to cut down a large tree and with hundreds of those bullets flying, we couldn't return fire. The Elite INfector was holding an MP7, one of the newest H&amp;K smg model. Although it wasn't as strong as a rifle, it was still capable of doing damage to us. The other 3 riflemen were carrying Steyr-AUG assault rifles. Scoped and fitted with armor piercing rounds, those were the damage dealers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crap, look at all their weapons. They make ours look like shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zhenhowsky, they might have powerful weapons, but we've got the advantage of being smarter than them..I hope.." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could we find an opening to return fire? Or were we stuck behind cover forever till the riflemen could pick us off with their scoped assault rifles? Only time will tell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-6473042667282681156?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/6473042667282681156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=6473042667282681156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/6473042667282681156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/6473042667282681156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/08/apocalyptic-chronicles-chapter-9.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 9'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-410309408528260075</id><published>2007-08-10T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T05:34:39.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chap8')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter Eight: A short chapter that I couldn't think up of a name for XD&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chap8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Nadderine got the medical supplies, we all walked out only to be confronted by 4 white masked INfected soldiers while zombies were still wandering out aimlessly looking for meat or brain to eat. The zombies wouldn't pose much threat but the INfected would. We all got our weapons ready while the soldiers took cover behind a small blue car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zhenhowsky, lay down some suppressing fire, use a grenade or two" I ordered.&lt;br /&gt;Zhenhowsky crouched down and started firing off his Ak47 at the car. He threw a frag grenade and it exploded sending shrapnel all over the place but only killing one of the INfected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles! take cover!" Nadderine said while stepping infront of him to deflect the bullets with her blades. One of the bullet hit her blade with a loud "PING" and it flew off her hand. "Asshole!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus jumped from the side and lit the car on fire while Leslie shot one of the INfected accurately on his heart. 2 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was crazy. Each side kept exchanging fire and bullets nearly hit us. One bullet missed my cheek just by a few cm and hit the wall behind me instead. That was damn lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacovich and I just kept on shooting so that Nadderine had time to grab her blade that was on the ground and she leaped over the flaming car and landed between both INfected. She stabbed them both and her blades pierced each of their hearts and blood squirted out of their bodies and trickled down her blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all regrouped and holstered out weapons but none of us realised that one of the INfected was still crawling. He picked up his M16 and shot Zhenhowsky in the shoulder right before Leslie took out her Glock 22 and shot him in the head which made the bullet strike his brain with extreme force blowing his head wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aghh!! My shoulder!! That son of a bitch!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn we'll have to find a safe place and take care of the bullet wound. We were gonna turn back and get in the hospital but there were zombies blocking the way now. If we shot them their blood might fly around accidentally mixing with Zhenhowsky's blood. No, we couldn't take the risk, we had to find another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles! I know a place where we might be safe for the time being, my old high school. It's quite close from here and we can just take the SUV while I'll drive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Nadderine, the SUV's mine.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jacovich! We don't have time for this, quick everyone get in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got in and Nadderine sat in the driver's seat and drove off. It didn't take long for us to arrive, just a couple of zombie obstructions here and there but nothing a little ramming couldn't handle. By now the SUV is covered with zombie blood and some small body parts here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all ran as fast as we could towards the school and locked the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn this'll waste time, come on! Let's just bandage my shoulder and keep on going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down on the floor and started thinking. It was getting dark. What should we do? Go on or stay here for the night? The school seemed safe enough anyway.&lt;br /&gt;"No, we stay for the time being, it's getting too dark outside some of us might get tired and you're still injured."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damnit Charles! Think about the rest of the world! Everyone else is depending on us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut the hell up Zhenhowsky. I know you can't wait to save the world but you won't be helping anyone once your dead or turn into one of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone just keep quiet and let me patch him up!" Nadderine shouted while taking out some bandages and other medical items. She went over to Zhenhowsky and pulled out the bullet that was lodged in his right shoulder. He screamed like hell and Nadderine bandaged his right shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah shit that was painful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Painful? I've seen normal civilians who can handle that more than you old man~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever" Zhenhowsky said while looking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, anyone want dinner? I brought more tuna sandwich courtesy of Charles' bread and tuna" Jacovich said while taking out 6 sandwiches from his bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all ate and went to sleep in the hallway of the school. It was a nice, middle classed school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile.. something was lurking in the shadows while we were sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-410309408528260075?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/410309408528260075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=410309408528260075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/410309408528260075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/410309408528260075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/08/apocalyptic-chronicles-chapter-8.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 8'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-8003044742067217538</id><published>2007-08-08T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:25:54.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('Chap7')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter 7: Experimental studies&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="Chap7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After studying the files for abit, I found out more about the experiments that were going on. The huge experiment that we saw was a Tyranian Hunter while the smaller one was an advanced version of 'The Infected' called the Elite Infector. These were the contents of the files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;These are just normal zombies. Tested thoroughly throughout the years, these zombies are just products of the Z-type virus and are near useless other than being able to infect other beings even with a single drop of their virus infected blood. Once the blood of the zombie enters the body of a person through an open wound or cut, the victim will start the transformation from a normal person to a blood-thirsty, brain eating zombie within 24 hours. Zombies can be massed easily as the Z-type virus can either be injected or made into pills so that unsuspecting victims will take them. It's weak point is it's head as a single bullet to the brain would cause it to die straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Devil's Cerberus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;K9 military dogs that were usually used by the cloned soldiers to use for human searching. Once tested with the DC-type virus, these dogs took at least 4 to 7 days to fully transform. Once fully transformed, the dogs will gain the virus injection bite and black devil wings will grow from their backs. Although not able to fully fly after growing these wings, they are able to leap across large gaps and dont usually fall hard because of the wings. The virus injection bite is common among all the experiments, basically any living organism that has been bitten by the bite of an experiment will be infected. The virus will go into the bloodstream and transfuse with the blood, infecting the person,animal,insect etc. It's heart is the weakest part as it grows outwards onto it's back in between the wings and this is exposed and can be shot easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Froagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Froagers are actually grasshoppers injected with an F-type virus. This virus is actually a mixture of a frog and a mutated grasshopper. The grasshopper takes 1 week to transform and it will grow huge. The size of a normal Froager is about the size of a human although it walks on all 4. Its wings are transparent and they can fly around easily. One unique feature of a Froager is it's ability to turn invisible. This ability is somehow connected to its "gem eye". The Froager looks at it's surroundings with it's gem eye and then a process takes place in the body that makes the skin to turn into the exact colour of the surroundings. The only thing that can be seen is it's outline that won't turn to the colour of the surrounding, instead it turns silver. This can only be seen if someone pays attention really properly cause its not really obvious. The weak point of the froager is its chest. A shotgun blast to the chest could easily rip it open. It's gem eye is also quite fragile so it could be shot with an armor piercing round and it would just fall out leaving the froager blind and unable to attack properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Infected.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're actually spelled INfected. IN meaning Interchangeable Neurocerebrelum. These INfected are actually cloned soldiers from the military. While cloning, 1 batch of soldiers were experimented with the IN-type virus because they thought the modifications would upgrade their soldier capabilities making them stronger. Well it did make them stronger but the trade-off was that the soldiers went rogue and disobeyed everyone's orders except for our organization's. The soldiers were given advanced night vision eyes and their mouths were mutated. Equipped with the virus injection bite, they would only use this bite when threatened. They will take off their masks showing their true faces and their jaw can lunge forward to bite any enemies. The INfected are categorized into 3 different groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The normal INfected carrying rifles such as the M16 and the M8 would have white masks and their weapons would be custom painted white.&lt;br /&gt;-The Heavy gunner INfected carrying the M249 would have green masks. These soldiers are much tougher but slow.&lt;br /&gt;-The Protoform INfected were given sniper rifles such as the PSG-1 and wore blue masks. Protoform INfected soldiers have incredible running speeds and have long range eye visions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Elite INfectors.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are an advanced class of INfected soldiers. They wore black outfit rather than the normal white and their masks were gold. They carry SMG's such as the MP5 or the UMP and their virus injection bites were far stronger. They have all of the advantages of the 3 different class INfected. A single Elite INfector could easily lock on to it's target and silently kill it if need be. This INfected class is one of the best experiments we've got so far in this organization. As with all normal soldiers, a shot to the heart for any of the INfected soldiers would kill them easily. The left brain will be gone though while in the process of being an INfected so a shot to the head would not instantly kill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Tyranian Hunters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were monstrosities that were once normal human beings. Once injected with the TH-type viral injection, the human would then undergo a transformation that would make it's body size grow much much larger usually double the size. It's right arm will transform from a normal arm into a blade while the left arm will be cut off and an F154 Plasma Cannon will then be assembled. This cannon needs to be charged first before fired but once released, the hot plasma will form into a blue flaming ball of fury that can melt nearly any surface. Tyranian Hunters are used in our organization as the heavy armor tank units because of their cannons and their skins are so tough that normal bullets wouldn't be able to penetrate them. One disadvantage of a Tyranian Hunter would be it's back. As with a tank, the front parts will always be armored but the back will be quite weak and vulnerable. The skin on the back of a Tyranian Hunter is soft and easily penetrated by any normal bullet but it isn't easy as it would take about 50 bullets to really kill it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written by the chief scientist of the science and research labs of the Harp&amp;Chronic organization&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah seriously what.the.fuck. This organization knows what it's doing but it's not trying to stop at all. That's some serious mental problems right there. They're trying to plunge the whole world into a whole apocalyptic mess and make everyone kill each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles, these experiments have to be stopped! But before doing that, we'll have to save as many people as we can before they turn into these freaks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I understand what you're going through Zhenhowsky, but if we waste too much time saving people, we might not have time to save the rest of the world!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Charles!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zhenhowsky, my decision is final. We need to find their base of operation and stop what they're doing while killing as many of these "things" as possible. There might be a cure out there somewhere but time is running out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacovich suddenly spoke.&lt;br /&gt;"What about medical supplies for us? We might need bandages and all that or else the blood of the zombies might enter our open wounds and we might get infected ourselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacovich was right. We won't be of any use if we get infected ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, everyone stock up on ammo and some food supplies. We're going to the nearest hospital and get as many medical supplies as possible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took about 8 magazines of ammo for my Mk23 and I decided to bring with me an MP5 that I bought to replace the M4 I lost. It might not have the firepower of the M4 but it still packs a punch. Everyone else went down to stock up on ammo that they kept in the SUV. I closed the door behind me and bid farewell to my apartment room. This may be the last time I'll ever open that door again. I ran down the stairs and got in the SUV where everyone was waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, everyone ready?" I asked and everyone nodded, "Jacovich, step on it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we drove off to the nearest hospital which was at least a few blocks from my apartment. The entrance of the Live&amp;amp;Love hospital was swarming with zombies. We shouldn't waste our ammo so Zhenhowsky threw a frag grenade and it exploded sending all the zombies flying in the air all around us. I hope none of us got any open wound or anything cause if any of us did, we'd be in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;big&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone ok?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, we're all still in one piece. None of us got the zombie blood in us if that's what your asking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed in only to hear a scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! A survivor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all ran towards the reception desk and we could see a person jumping around hacking and slashing zombies all around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TAKE THAT. AND THAT! AND THIS AND THAT! DIEEE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah this woman can really own those zombies. She was slashing them all with dual swords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HELLO!? A little help would really be appreciated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right! Sorry bout that." I said. And so we all shot the zombies that were littering the hallways and wiped out every single zombie we saw. I pulled the trigger on my MP5 lightly and burst fired all the zombies on their heads. Exploding zombie heads never get boring. One zombie came close towards me and I had time to react so I kicked it as hard as I could and the force of the kick pushed the zombie back hitting the other zombies as well. That was satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhenhowsky took aim slowly and fired off a few rounds. His AK47 bullets shot through the heads of 3 zombies and all of their blood splattered everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus burnt a few zombies into crispy barbeque and he lit a zombie on fire while letting zombies around him starting burning too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie jumped on the reception table and fired off using both her Glock 22's. She fired in every direction and the zombie limbs started falling off and flying here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprisingly, Jacovich was just sitting down on the floor eating his tuna sandwich. If any zombie would get near him and disturb his lunch, he would just hold his M4 on one hand and just pull the trigger as soon as the zombie got close. Guess he didn't like being disturbed while he's eating. Funny thing was none of the zombie blood that was flying around here and there landed on his sandwich. That's one damn lucky sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whew, that was crazy.Anyway,thanks. And you aree?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im Charles, these are my friends, Zhenhowsky,Jacovich,Markus and Leslie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh okay. I'm Nadderine Simmons, I'm a nurse here..well..used to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't look like a nurse to me" Zhenhowsky said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's cause I'm wearing normal civilian clothes, besides I only work part time here." Nadderine said while sheathing both her swords on her back. The blades of the swords were quite short, not as long as a normal sword but not too short like a dagger. The length of it was about an arm's length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was curious as to why she was carrying around dual swords.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you carry those around everywhere?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah, I just, you know..brought them along cause of this zombie invasion or whatever thats going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I know what you mean." Markus said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't look as old as these guys, you seem more like my age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus replied,"I'm only 18 unlike these oldies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey cool! I'm 18 too. Gonna be 19 in a month though."Nadderine said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! We're not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;old!" Jacovich suddenly jumped off the ground after eating his sandwich. "I mean, I'm only 5 years older than you both!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahaha, calm down Jacovich." I said while patting his shoulder. "Anyway, we came here to look for medical supplies, you mind showing us where they are Nadderine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what, why not I join you guys since I've got nowhere else to go. I'll help by carrying the medical supplies, whaddya say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. she could provide help when we need it, oh well, the more the merrier right?&lt;br /&gt;"Sure why not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woohoo! Alright let me go get the medical supplies, wait for me alright?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ooo, let me go help, at least I won't have to hang around with these old people.."&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, I'll need someone to accompany me through these quiet and lonely hallways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus looked happy having a new friend, especially since they were both of the same age.. I wonder if he really meant when he said we're old though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie just kept quiet the whole time, wonder what's bothering her..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;em&gt;jealousy perhaps?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-8003044742067217538?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/8003044742067217538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=8003044742067217538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/8003044742067217538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/8003044742067217538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/08/chapter-7-experimental-studies.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 7'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-3457665247541415134</id><published>2007-08-07T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:25:17.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chapsix')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter 6: The basement of truth?&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chapsix"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all kept walking and towards the end of the warehouse there were stairs leading down to some kind of basement. All of us walked down the stairs through the claustrophobic hallways and finally arrived at some experimental lab or something. Shit, all the experiments in the lab were kept in cylinders or cryogenic storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's sick! Just look at all those experiments. I can see an "Infected" stored in one of the cylinders. Bubbles coming out must mean that he's still alive and breathing just resting I guess. But damn! Look at the other experiments."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jacovich, keep quiet there might be someone here listening to us talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever Leslie, you were Lieutenant last time but not anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Froagers, Devil's Cerberus, Infected and 2 more experiments I've never seen before. They were all in shutdown mode so I didn't have to be scared of them waking up, I hope. The other 2 experiments looked a bit different from the abnormalities we've seen so far. One looked like an Infected except that it had multiple eyes on it's head and its arms are much larger. An advanced version perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other experiment was huge. At least twice as large as a normal Infected. It had a cannon for an arm and a blade for the other. It's skin colour is blue and it didn't have any eyes at all. The eyelids were shut tight with stitches. Insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to a table and looked at a few of the files. Apparently this is where they conduct experimental studies on new prototype species they were creating. The question is ..who are these people who are doing all these experiments? It seems like all of the freaks we've faced so far were just prototypes...meaning that there are more species that are already common? Shit what the hell have I gotten myself into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Charles..you hear that?" Leslie whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear loud explosions from above. Ah crap, what's going on above us now? The whole basement suddenly shook and some of the cylinders started leaking. Damn! The experiments are awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys, I think we better get out of here cause those experiments in the cylinders..they seem to be waking up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good idea Markus, Alright before we leave let's blow up this place shall we?" Zhenhowsky suddenly spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow up this place? Well I better pack some of the files and carry them with me or else they'll be burried here forever, I'll have to examine these files more thoroughly once we get somewhere safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jacovich, hand me some of your remote C4's. Now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhenhowsky planted 2 remote C4's on the wall and on a pillar. "Alright, everyone out! Those freak experiments are ready to crash the party!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zhenhowsky, didn't know you knew how to use explosives."&lt;br /&gt;"Well now you know Jacovich, now hand me over a frag grenade."&lt;br /&gt;"Sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were all running up the stairs, I could see Zhenhowsky pulling the pin of the frag and throwing it at the cylinders. I saw him run up to us and pushed us all and within a few seconds, the basement level shook again as the grenade exploded killing almost anything in that small confined space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we arrived at the door ready to exit, one of the experiments started appearing from the stairs. It was that huge ass hulking experiment with a cannon and a blade for arms. Zhenhowsky started shooting and throwing a few grenades at it and it was still standing. He ran out of bullets so he had to reload. Damn, 30 bullets from an Ak47 did nothing to this freak. All of us layed suppressive fire so that it didn't have time to shoot it's cannon or we'd all be toast. Then Zhenhowsky asked us all to go out and let him handle the situation, he must've been really smart or really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all ran out and Zhenhowsky pressed the trigger of the remote and the remote C4's from the basement kicked into action. The explosion was huge and it created a fireball which shot out from the stairs and hit the experiment. The whole warehouse caught on fire and Zhenhowsky was the last one to jump out from the explosion. Damn that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woooo yeah! Now that's what I'm talking about!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh Zhenhowsky, look around us." Dominic spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all surrounded by what looked like thousands of zombies. Shit, zombies, these must be the common experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie thought up of a plan for us all to get in the SUV and drove to my apartment where it might be safer. Heck my handgun ammo was running low so I would've went to my apartment anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Markus! Lay down some fire to give us time to jump in the SUV." Leslie said&lt;br /&gt;"Okie dokie, if it's fire you want, it's fire you get"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus held his flamethrower tightly and pressed the trigger as far as he could and spewed fire all around and burnt the zombies who came close while we all jumped in the SUV. Markus was the last to get in as he was still burning some of the zombies before getting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Burn baby burn!! Now let's get outta here and go to his apartment as quickly as possible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacovich drove as fast as he could and arrived at my apartment while ramming some of the zombies that were in the way. Blood splattered all around the SUV and it was gruesome! Zombies were surrounding the entrance of the apartment so some of us shot them through the windows of the SUV. Our shots landed on the zombies hitting parts of their bodies. Their heads exploded whenever a bullet hit their head and their brain parts flew everywhere. Same goes to their body parts. Zhenhowsky threw a frag grenade and the explosion ripped off the zombies and limbs were flying everywhere. It looked like raining body parts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got out and ran towards the entrance quickly before any of us were caught by the zombies and went into my apartment walking up to the 5th floor where my room was at the far end of the hallway. I was finally back in my apartment, home sweet home, but it wasn't all good. Jacovich looked around and then he spoke,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any of you seen Dominic?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Wasn't he right behind us when we ran in?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shit, guys look!" Leslie told us to look out the window and we all saw Dominic being mauled by at least 10 or more zombies. Damn! We lost a good man. Even though I didn't know him that well, I know he did good..Now he's just food for those damn fuckin zombies!? That's just sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's sick I tell ya! He wouldn't have had a chance against the hundreds of zombies walking around down there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jacovich, just, keep quiet.. he was one of Zhenhowsky's closest friend" Leslie said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-3457665247541415134?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/3457665247541415134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=3457665247541415134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/3457665247541415134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/3457665247541415134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/08/chapter-6-basement-of-truth.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 6'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-6957352498509888764</id><published>2007-08-04T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:24:51.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chap5real')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter 5(real one LOL): The Warehouse..&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chap5real"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the next day feeling really uncomfortable. Ugh, I need to lay down on my warm and comfy bed to really sleep well, not on the cold floor! Damn, if only I was sleeping on bed last night while it was raining, that would've been perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised something. Leslie's gone missing! I'm in this huge warehouse all alone? Damn straight! I ran to the door and kicked it open looking for Leslie outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LESLIE! LESLIE!!" I couldn't find her anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I felt someone tap on my shoulder. A familiar tap. "Dude calm down I'm right here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where'd you go? You left me all alone in that scary looking warehouse!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just went outside for some fresh air. Oh and I called in backup too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Backup?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll find out soon enough. You hungry?" Leslie handed me a bar of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks" That's all I said before tearing off the wrapper and munch down the chocolate as quickly as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After roughly 10 minutes, A H3 Hummer stopped by near us and I couldn't really see properly cause the sun was so bright but I could make out that 4 people stepped out of the vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arachno Alpha Team A1034 reporting for duty, We were called by a certain Leslie Grahams."&lt;br /&gt;"That would be me," Leslie stepped up and shook their hands.&lt;br /&gt;"Long time no see lieutenant," One of them said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lieutenant?!" What the hell? Leslie never said anything bout being Liutenant or stuff.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, there's alot more you don't know about me Charles."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, A hell of alot more it seems."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie stopped and turned around "Let's start with the introduction shall we?"&lt;br /&gt;One of the men stepped up infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;"Ivan de Jacovich. 23 years old,born in Russia, trained here for a few years. Weapon of choice? M4A1 Assault Rifle. 30 rounds per mag. Flashlight and 6x scope equipped. This weapon'll shred any abnormalities we come across."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was quite a tall man. Dark skinned.&lt;br /&gt;"Zhenhowsky. I come from Indonesia. Ak47 is my weapon of choice. End of story. "&lt;br /&gt;A quiet one it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see the next man carrying a bagpack of some sorts.&lt;br /&gt;"Markus Gumshoe. I come from England. 18 years old. I like pie. As you can see from the bagpack, I carry around a flamethrower and I pack alot of heat with me. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last guy walked up to me.&lt;br /&gt;"Dominic. I come from Texas. 25 years old. I carry a SPAS 12 shotgun with me. I specialise in close quarter combat so knives work too. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there not knowing what to say. Each of them seemed capable of owning all of The Infected's asses that I think I should've been the one being backup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well? Nothing to say to them?" Leslie said.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah yes. Err..My name is Charles. And I hope we can all work together to kick all of these freaks's asses back to oblivion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok before we do anything, I called these men to help us search out this warehouse first."&lt;br /&gt;"The warehouse I fell asleep in?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah that warehouse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all walked in the warehouse. As I said before, it was quite huge and now that it was morning, the warehouse was kind of lit up from the little windows. All I saw were boxes and papers scattered around but this warehouse was deep. I wonder what this place has in store for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of walking around all of us heard something. Everyone stood still. A few boxes fell off from the shelves and paper started flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell was that?!" Jacovich broke the silence.&lt;br /&gt;"Shh! Don't make us stand out in this quiet place" Leslie ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see pools of blood dripping from one part of the ceiling. Blood splatters on the wall and some of the walls even had wordings written with blood saying "Leave or die" or "I'll kill you before you realise anything.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I heard footsteps coming closer to us. It didn't sound like normal footsteps. It sounded wet and splashy. Kind of like webbed feet. We all looked around and saw nothing but the footsteps continued to close in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we heard more of the footsteps. Shit who's making all this noise?! Or an even better question..what's making all these footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened properly and I could hear at least 4 of them coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of them appeared. It's as if it materialised out of thin air but it actually cloaked itself and turned invisible. It looked insect-like with a green abdomen, 2 webbed legs and 2 long claws for each hand. It had wings and its head was sharp on each side. It must've had like..6 or more eyes. It croaked loudly and jumped in the air ready to attack Dominic, before it was shot 3 times by Jacovich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Die bitch!!" Jacovich started filling the insect with lead from his M4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're called Froagers"&lt;br /&gt;"Froagers? Stupid name for stupid insects! Leslie, you keep thinking up stupid names don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't blame me, I didn't think up of these names.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Froagers..they have the ability to cloak themselves while hunting prey..shit such a cool ability and deadly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus interrupted "I thought I heard more than 1 of em?"&lt;br /&gt;Zhenhowsky still kept quiet but now he was pointing to the ceiling where we saw silvery outlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus pointed his flamethrower to the ceiling and just spewed flame out of the tip and 3 of the Froagers started to appear and fell on the ground. Everyone else just kept shooting at the 3 of them. All 4 of the Froagers died and each one dropping blue gems out of their eyes. We picked up the gems and put them in our pockets. Wonder what these gems are for though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shit, those Froagers can cloak and croak! That's awesome.." Jacovich said while reloading his M4.&lt;br /&gt;"You're crazy you know that. Now you and Charles have something in common.You're both crazy."&lt;br /&gt;"Ahahaha thanks Leslie" I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went further into the warehouse and found out alot more than what we expected..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-6957352498509888764?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/6957352498509888764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=6957352498509888764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/6957352498509888764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/6957352498509888764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/08/chapter-5-warehouse.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 5'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-6310636933024825382</id><published>2007-08-02T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:23:41.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chapterFIVE')"&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter 5: Something unexpected..(jeng jeng jeng!!)&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chapterFIVE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I awoke in a sweaty nightmare from last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn those Devil's Cerberus. They just wouldn't give up would they!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait a minute..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened to my clothes?!! I only had a piece of newspaper covering my..ahem...private property...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what's this?! White fluffy little bunnies surrounding me,smiling while hopping around happily!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran outside and saw flowers blooming everywhere, gardens filled with grass as green as ever and the sun shining brightly with a happy baby's smile on for a face. WTF HAPPENED TO THE EERIE AND MOODY ATMOSPHERE OF ARACHNO!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The directors just realised this. "OMG. WRONG SET PEOPLE! WE'RE IN THE WRONG SET!! THIS IS THE SET FOR TELETUBBIES! CUT CUT!!! CHARLES GET OUT OF THERE, THE CHILDREN ARE WATCHING!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD Yeah this was just a joke chapter. Ideas given by my guest, Nadiah =P and I thought a lil of the script so yeah hope you had a good laugh. And if you didn't, lighten up a bit will ya ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-6310636933024825382?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/6310636933024825382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=6310636933024825382' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/6310636933024825382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/6310636933024825382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/08/chapter-5-something-unexpected.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 5'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-1721924251073932643</id><published>2007-08-02T01:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:22:54.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chap4')"&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter 4: Big mystery warehouse + feeling tired = Happy sleeping&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chap4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stopped shooting. I peeked over the door and saw it reloading it's M16. This was my chance to shoot back before it gets it's chance to kill me. I kicked the door open, rolled out and aimed my gun at it's head. BANG! I pulled the trigger and my bullet struck it's forehead. This "Infected" didn't even fall down or anything, it just stood there, flinched and staggered for a second before giving me a creepy stare. It's face was covered with a white mask which only showed it's red glowing eyes. It was wearing a white military uniform and the M16 it was holding looked white too. Custom painted I pressume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Infected started roaring and dropped it's M16 on the ground. Shit, What's it gonna do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We better run for it Charles!"&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, why?"&lt;br /&gt;"You don't wanna know. Just run. NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stood there not knowing what to do. The Infected that stood there started to rip off it's mask. This was a mutated soldier alright. His jaws were separated from his face. The mouth started splitting down the middle vertically and the tongue slithered out. Even the tongue looked sick and disgusting cause it was split in the middle and was connected at the end by two sharp ends. It's nose and cheek had no flesh and I could only see bones. The top part of his head wasn't covered at all and I could only see half a brain left. Disgusting. The Infected standing there started charging at me and before it could pin me down, Leslie pushed me away and we both rolled by the other end of the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many times do I have to save your sorry ass?"&lt;br /&gt;"More than 3 times I guess."&lt;br /&gt;"Now start running or just stay here and shoot that asshole and hope that you hit a vital point that might kill it. You choose"&lt;br /&gt;"I say we stay and try to kill it!"&lt;br /&gt;"You're crazy you know that? But if that's your decision, I might as well help you out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Infected that just missed me by a few cm stood back up and started looking for me. I stood up too and shot it a few times. It turned around and looked at me, it's jaws actually coming out and lunging forward snapping the air. Scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a deep breath and shot its chest 5 times while Leslie started shooting at all of it's body parts. I had only a few rounds left, better not waste them. I aimed for it's heart and shot twice. Both of my Mk23 .45 ACP rounds struck it's heart with a nice crunching sound. I went over to examine The Infected's body and saw blood squirting out of its heart. Looks like The Infected's weakness wa&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; it's heart. Leslie walked over to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmph, Look's like you got lucky"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn straight I did! I don't think I can get any more lucky than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my luck just ran out. 5 Devil's Cerberus started running towards me and Leslie.&lt;br /&gt;Damnit! Can't I have a nice rest for a few minutes without having to fight my way through all these weird and freaky experiments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Charles! Let's run for it! See that warehouse?" Leslie pointed at a huge warehouse a couple of blocks from where we were.&lt;br /&gt;So we ran and ran while being chased by 5 of those nasty Devil's. We finally reached the warehouse. We opened one of the steel door and rushed in while closing the door and locking it with a wooden bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I could hear those damn Devil's Cerberus waiting and growling outside banging on the steel doors trying to get in. Don't they ever give up!? The warehouse we were in was quite huge and quite dark too. It didn't have that many windows so light wont come in that easily unless it was morning. I felt quite weak and exhausted and all I wanted to do was just fall asleep at that very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man I'm so damn tired after all that running" I said while trying to catch my breath.&lt;br /&gt;Leslie laughed and replied, "You must be really out of shape cause we didn't run that far ya know."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, Yeah whatever." I went over to a corner and just layed my back on the wall and started dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sleep well kid, You're gonna need it for tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all I heard from Leslie before I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-1721924251073932643?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/1721924251073932643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=1721924251073932643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/1721924251073932643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/1721924251073932643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/08/chapter-4-big-mystery-warehouse-feeling.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 4'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-2885589359201088612</id><published>2007-07-30T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:22:08.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chap3')"&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter 3: The Infected..&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chap3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the door of the taxi and stepped outside. It was dark and the 4 Devil's Cerberus were closing in on me and I had to fight them in the rain nonetheless. I raised my Mk23 up to eye level and aimed at one of them but they ran at me at blinding speed that I wasn't able to fire fast enough. One of them leaped in the air and landed on me and I fell on my back. They were viscious indeed. This one tried to aim for my neck and tear it open! The only thing that I could do was try and hold it off and maybe try to push it away so that I could stand up and regain my control. Shit! No luck. This thing was visciously trying to kill me as quickly as possible. It's teeth were coming closer and closer and I could smell the foul stench of it's breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was gonna die right there. Right before it was about to kill me, I heard 2 gunshots and suddenly the dog jumped away from me, injured. I looked around and saw that Leslie was holding 2 Glock 22's. Impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't tell me you knew how to use guns."&lt;br /&gt;"You never asked. Now get up and help me fend off these lil Devil's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I'm still on my back so I stood up and got my gun ready. We both started shooting at all 4 of them. The loud gunshots from her guns and mine filled the &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; quiet atmosphere and started ringing in my ears. Damn, I could go deaf if this kept on going. 3 of the dogs died and 1 got away. It was the one that jumped on me! That son of a bitch ain't going anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly chased after it and shot it's weakspot. It finally stopped moving. Leslie walked over to me and patted me on the shoulder "You never told me your name" to which I smirked and replied "You never asked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both sat in the taxi and I officially thanked her and told her my name. She told me she was an ex cop in this town until she got kicked out of the force for not following orders. I asked permission to see one of her handgun and she handed it over to me. I was right! It was a Glock 22. It had a 17 round magazine and its a modified version of the Glock 17 to fire .40 S&amp;amp;W ammunition. Both of the Glock's were identical except that one had a flashlight accessory while the other had a laser aiming module. The fact that she could hold two handguns at a time was very cool indeed. I should learn from her how to handle two handguns...after I learn how to handle my own M4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These Devil's Cerberus are nothing compared to 'The Infected'. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Infected'? Wonder what those are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Infected. They're a new breed of soldiers that the military started cloning for one purpose and one purpose only, to kill the enemy. As you might expect, these experiments started going wrong and they started going rogue and disobeyed orders. They killed everyone in the military who wasn't one of them. What really happened is still a mystery. Some say some kind of virus got into their bloodstream and corrupted their mind. Others say there's someone controlling them and that it was intentional for them to go rogue and disobey military orders. I think that both of those stories are kind of correct but hey, how would I know right? That's why this town is so quiet all the time. People are scared to go out of their houses, who knows.. what if they come and kill them while they're walking around the streets. I heard reports of mysterious people appearing now and then. I'm sure it's them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me a while to swallow all that info. It might just be a rumour or some kind of myth but after seeing those mutated dogs, I'm not so sure anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What an interesting story. You sure it's not just some myth or some kind of.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't finish my sentence before I saw a mysterious figure in the distance. It had a human figure and looked quite unusual. It seems like that person was holding a gun or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't believe my story? Well look for yourself" and Leslie pointed to the figure. It was coming closer and I could feel my hands start shivering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TAKE COVER!" Leslie said and pulled my head down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullets started flying. We were being attacked by this.."Infected" The taxi's windows started breaking and the body of the taxi was starting to fill with holes. Shards of glass shattered everywhere. Damn shit, wonder how I'm gonna get out of this alive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-2885589359201088612?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/2885589359201088612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=2885589359201088612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/2885589359201088612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/2885589359201088612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/07/chapter-3-infected.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 3'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-3554924446720260906</id><published>2007-07-28T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:20:14.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chap2')"&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter 2: Memories and Nightmares&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chap2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day on the force in Lupineville wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be. "CHARLES, REPORT TO MY DESK IMMEDIATELY!" Sergeant Baker screamed all the way across the hall to wake me up from my deepful slumber. I woke up immediately and stood up from the comfy sofa (who knew there would be a sofa..a comfy sofa in the police department) and walked over to his desk. "Officer Charles reporting in sir. What do you need me to do?" I asked. He asked me to patrol the backalley in downtown. Said he got reports of some smuggling activity going on there. He called out Darwin to accompany me during the patrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. A patrol mission on my first day. I brought my M4 along and left it on the backseat while my Mk23 holstered on my belt. "So, first day on the job eh?" Darwin said. Between the radio chatter from the police reports and the loud engine noise of the police car that I was driving, I barely knew Darwin spoke. "Yeah, kinda nervous" is all I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the destination that the Sarge told us, I shifted the gearshift to the Parking position and unbuckled my seatbelt. Darwin did the same and we both got out. I took my M4 out of the backseat just incase and we both patrolled around the backalley. Not far from where I parked the car I could see some kind of activities going on so we both approached cautiously. The reports were right, it WAS a smuggling place of some sort. We could see weapons and ammunition in crates and also some drugs too. Suddenly the door next to us opened and we saw about 5 thugs with Ak47's coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran towards a corner for cover behind a wall while Darwin took cover behind some crates. Not good. The situation got out of hand quickly. Bullets whizzed past me and some struck on the wall that I took cover behind. "Darwin! Get behind me!" I shouted but he could'nt hear me cause of the loud gunshots from each side. I unloaded a few shots and hit one of the thugs. One of the bullet found its way and made a hole right on the thug's forehead. The bullet went throught his skull and struck his brain while blood pooled out of his forehead. It was a straight headshot! The recoil from the shots vibrated through the gun and the stock of my M4 struck my shoulder with a strong force. I was still new to using the M4 and the recoil was quite strong. Add to the fact that my M4 just jammed, I didn't have time to fix it so I switched over to my Mk23 handgun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 4 thugs kept laying down suppresive fire so I couldn't really peek out of the corner or one of the bullets might home in on me and that won't be something that I'd like to experience.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of peeking out of the corner to shoot, I just stuck out my hand over the corner of the wall and made blind shots without aiming. Darwin screamed "A little bit over to your left!" So I adjusted my shots a bit and hit 2 more thugs. The other 2 thugs just ran out of ammo so they took their time to reload. This was my chance. I rolled out of cover and aimed at each of them. 2 shots were all I needed for 2 headshots and that's exactly what I did. It was so intense I didn't really know what was going on. Bullets flying everywhere. Fragments of the bullets and concrete from the walls mixing with each other and also showered the place. The whole alley was filled with smoke and dust right after the fierce shootout had ended. When the area started clearing, only then did I realise that Darwin was shot too. I ran over to him and examined where he was shot. I was shocked. He was shot from the back and only I was behind him. I examined the bullet wound. It wasn't a deep wound but it was fatal. The bullets from the Ak47's couldn't have done this..It must've been from me...I might've accidentally shot him while I was blind firing. Damnit! This wasn't supposed to happen! Especially on my first day on the force...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..That was 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an incident won't fade away anytime soon.After the incident, I quit my job and left Lupineville behind me and came over to this mysterious town called Arachno. Such a weird name for a town dont'cha think? I didn't really mind the town's name but what really made me feel uneasy was the atmosphere. It felt very quiet and eerie all the time but heck if the rent for an apartment room was only 50 bucks a month, you'd be damn crazy not to take it when its really expensive everywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am now under the pouring rain outside the hotel that I just exited. My brand new expensive shirt now wet. I squinted my eyes and saw a taxi coming closer so I waved my arms hoping that the taxi driver would be able to see me. Lucky for me.. he did. So I opened the taxi door and went in. "Silveo Apartment please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silveo Apartment..such a luxurious name for a cheap and run down apartment. It was about 20 minutes by taxi from the hotel. I took out my handgun and stared for awhile. It was the same handgun that I used 2 years ago that killed my own partner. A friendly fire. It was an Mk23 handgun. Semi-automatic. 12 rounds per mag. Equipped with a laser aiming module and suppressor. Made by H&amp;amp;K. Each of the .45 ACP rounds have considerable stopping power. It's a reliable handgun that I will cherish. I wonder why I only had 10 rounds just now. I decided to reload the handgun just incase so I slammed in a fresh new magazine that I took out from my belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes after leaving the hotel, I suddenly heard a loud BANG! and the taxi suddenly started slowing down. At first I thought someone had just fired a gun. Turned out it was a puncture. First my informer is killed. Then it rains heavily and now a punctured tire. Could this night get any worse? As a matter of fact..it just did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw at least 4 figures in the distance although it was hard to distinguish. And then I heard the growling noise that I heard from the hotel. Shit, 4 more of those mutated dogs?! The taxi driver told me "They call em Devil's Cerberus. Nasty lil devils" The taxi driver turned around and smiled at me "Hi, Im Leslie" I didn't realise the taxi driver was a woman till now.. A flat tire, heavy rain, 4 Devil's Cerberus waiting to eat me up. Great..Just great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be continued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-3554924446720260906?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/3554924446720260906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=3554924446720260906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/3554924446720260906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/3554924446720260906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/07/chapter-2-memories-and-nightmares.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 2'/><author><name>Fadhli Don</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09460903144692324623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094782970238962696.post-6886699557361082339</id><published>2007-07-28T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:17:24.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Apocalyptic Chronicles'/><title type='text'>.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:expandcollapse('chap1')"&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Chapter 1: Gruesome murders or Something more unusual?&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="posthidden" id="chap1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...It was silent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was dark and only a glimmer of light shone from the window at the far end of the room. I could smell the foul odour of the decaying human body but I couldn't really grasp the fact that he was dead. We were supposed to meet exactly at 9 PM sharp in this hotel room. He had information I needed and now I was left with nothing but this news report about an incident that happened a week ago about the killings in town. The killings were..&lt;em&gt;unusual.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I switched on my flashlight and shone it on the body of my informer who was supposed to give me a lead on these killings. It was a terrible sight. His right leg was gone, his eyeballs were gone, his chest ripped open and he was laying there in his own pool of blood. This was the type of murder that's been happening in town for the past week. I had to get to the bottom of this fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I squatted over to examine him thoroughly. It didn't seem like he was killed with a blade. It looked more like a savage animal that tore him open. Just then, I heard a growling noise behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands ready on the handle of my handgun. Taking deep breaths, I turned around as quickly as possible and saw nothing. It was strange. I'm sure that I heard something. I looked around the room with my flashlight shone to the direction I was looking at but saw nothing. Strange..very strange indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I let my guard down and turned around..I heard the growling noise again but this time it was louder and I could hear it coming closer. I made a swift 180 degree turn and saw something I had never seen before. It was freakishly disgusting. Some kind of mutant I guess. It had the body and head of a dog. It's jaws were open and showing its teeth with blood dripping down. Its eyes were crimson red and had this raging stare that scared the shit out of me. Its legs were different. They were quite muscled and huge, not something that you'd see on any regular dog. It also had wings but these wings looked very devil-ish. They were black with scratch marks everywhere and holes scattered around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I realised that I had holstered my handgun so I had no time to take it out unless I wanna get mauled by this..this..thing. A second later it pounced at me. I had to react fast and kicked it as soon as it was within range. When I kicked it back, I took out my handgun as quickly as possible and shot it at least 6 times. All my shots landed but it was still alive! Something was sticking out of its back. It looked reddish and very vulnerable. I took two shots at it. The mutated dog finally limped and died. I was relieved cause I only had 2 rounds left in my handgun's mag. If it was still aliveI would've been left vulnerable without any weapon to spare and I would've been dead instead. I'm guessing that won't be the last time I encounter something like that. I holstered my handgun and closed the door behind me and walked out into the hallway. I looked outside the window nearby and saw that it started raining heavily. Damn, I just bought this shirt and now it's gonna get wet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be continued..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094782970238962696-6886699557361082339?l=faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/feeds/6886699557361082339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094782970238962696&amp;postID=6886699557361082339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/6886699557361082339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094782970238962696/posts/default/6886699557361082339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faddyeighteleven.blogspot.com/2007/07/gruesome-murders-or-something-more.html' title='.:The Apocalyptic Chronicles:. 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