Hey all, here's a little teaser of a revamp i'm doing on my Night of the Living Dead Ticklers. Let me know what you guys think.
Night of the Living Dead Ticklers revamp
It’s been 15 years since Lacy stepped forward to save the lives of her daughters and friends. Five years after the brave heroine gave up her life; the evil prince demon became bored with his captives and thus plunged his nightmare unto the world. Now ten years later, the world is in turmoil as the dreaded plague of zombies roams the world, looking for those to devour and send back to their master.
Chapter1
Sarah stepped forward, helping her group to fortify the razor wire they had just acquired around their encampment. She was a slim 21 year old, with bright blue eyes, her long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail revealing the very serious expression on her face. She and the others worked feverishly to erect the emplacements before nightfall, the low moan of the undead echoing throughout the air. She was determined now to help keep the rest of the camp safe, after all they were the only real family she had left. Sarah came from adoptive parents and a large family, she had 2 sisters, on either said of her in age, and four brothers all older. She remembers each of the days they were all taken from her by the horde, their screams of terror, and then the shrieks of torment as the zombies did their work, and finally the silence. Yes, Sarah was left alone, no real close family except her friends who had all eventually found each other again, and began their journey of survival. Sarah sighed as she carefully unraveled the rest of the razor wire and tied a perimeter around the trees.
“Hey Sarah.” Another girl called out as she walked up to the perimeter. Sarah looked back and smiled.
“Oh hi Nickole,” She responded, seeing her ex coworker walking up. Nickole was a few years younger than Sarah, about 3 inches shorter with medium length brown hair and a little more girth, but by no means overweight.
“How are the defenses over here looking so far?” the girl asked, Sarah finished tying up the last of the wire and dusted off her hands.
“They’re all done.” Sarah replied, giving the razor wire one more good look over. The two girls smiled and headed back towards the center of camp. Everyone these days was tired but on edge, the slightest noise would turn heads and make others jump. Everyone had heard the legends of the sisters who stumbled upon the forsaken town and unleashed the evil that now roamed the entire globe. They heard how the evil demon people called “Yellow Eyes” rose from hell and took their daughters captive, the unspeakable tortures that the two families and their friends endured, and finally the brave yet vain sacrifice that Lacy made in order to save her loved ones. The two made their way to the food tent when a scream broke the peacefulness of camp. Everyone dropped what they were doing and ran towards the noise. There in the distance a young girl was bolting towards camp through a break in the trees.
“Ok guys what’ve we got?” came a booming voice from the rear of the crowd. The people moved as an older gentleman made his way to the front of the onlookers. His name was Mike and he knew all about the zombies, the husband of Lacy and father of Sam and Alice, though he dare not tell anyone this. “How many Jake?” Mike asked, looking up in a tree. Jake a 22 year old rather fit man, sat perched in a tree near one of the clearings with a Remington M24 sniper rifle, peering out the scope.
“Looks like we got one teen girl and she’s toting along a six-pack Mike.” Jake replied.
“Alright, take out the five you can get and we’ll scalp the last one once it gets close enough.” Mike ordered. Jake nodded and recycled the bolt, dropping five zombies as they ran. To any well-educated sci-fi buff, this would be very strange as the traditional zombie does not run, just limbers and staggers. In today’s world however these zombies are not just pushed by their hunger, they are driven by a more evil force, thus allowing them to run and even jump to catch their prey. Also, these zombies have a special way of exhausting their catches. The teen sprinted towards the safety of camp, oblivious to the fact that she had wandered outside the safety zone. She however was not fast enough, as the last remaining zombie, also a young teen, lunged at her, driving her into the ground. The girl screamed as the zombie pounced on top of her. “AW SHIT!” Mike exclaimed and he and three others raced out to help the girl. The sound that came next caused everyone, including Sarah, to cringe.
“NO! Help me! NAHAHAHAHAHOOO!” The young girl cried out as the zombie crawled over her and began to wiggle its fingers under her arms. The interesting thing about these zombies is that they have been created by the arch demon, actually Asmodeus Risus, the laughing destroyer. Their soul mission is to tickle, bite, and turn every human on the planet. The young teen rolled around, squealing giggles pouring from her mouth as the zombie continued tickling her all over her body. The three men sprinted as fast as they could towards the helpless victim, closing the gap yards at a time. The zombie pinned the girls arms over her head, causing her shirt to rise up to below her ribs, exposing her taught stomach. The zombie grinned and licked its lips before plunging its face into its captives quivering stomach, blowing a large raspberry. “Ohoho my GAHAHAHAHWD!” the girl screamed as she threw her head back in laughter. The zombie smiled again and reared its head back, its black teeth snarling.
“NO!” Mike yelled as the zombie sunk its teeth into the girl’s hip, tearing out a huge chunk of flesh. The teen screamed in pain as she passed out. Not a second later Mike came swooping in, beheading the zombie with one blow of his machete. “Aw hell, quick get her back to the camp and put her in isolation, we need to keep her quarantined so we can drum up some antidote before she turns and gets her fingers on someone else.” The other two men nod their heads and quickly whisk the girl’s limp body back to camp.
“Shit! If I hadn’t of frozen up there at the end I could of chambered one more bullet and taken the thing out before it got a chance to bite her.” Jake cursed as he climbed down the tree. Sarah walked over and put her hand on his shoulder.
“It’s not your fault Jake, we all would have frozen up.” Sarah said in a consoling tone. Jake frowned and nodded his head.
“Thanks chick.” He replied and began reloading his magazine. The girl smiled and walked back to the food tent, everyone in the camp knew that the two had a thing for each other but neither one had the courage to do anything about it yet.
Night of the Living Dead Ticklers revamp
It’s been 15 years since Lacy stepped forward to save the lives of her daughters and friends. Five years after the brave heroine gave up her life; the evil prince demon became bored with his captives and thus plunged his nightmare unto the world. Now ten years later, the world is in turmoil as the dreaded plague of zombies roams the world, looking for those to devour and send back to their master.
Chapter1
Sarah stepped forward, helping her group to fortify the razor wire they had just acquired around their encampment. She was a slim 21 year old, with bright blue eyes, her long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail revealing the very serious expression on her face. She and the others worked feverishly to erect the emplacements before nightfall, the low moan of the undead echoing throughout the air. She was determined now to help keep the rest of the camp safe, after all they were the only real family she had left. Sarah came from adoptive parents and a large family, she had 2 sisters, on either said of her in age, and four brothers all older. She remembers each of the days they were all taken from her by the horde, their screams of terror, and then the shrieks of torment as the zombies did their work, and finally the silence. Yes, Sarah was left alone, no real close family except her friends who had all eventually found each other again, and began their journey of survival. Sarah sighed as she carefully unraveled the rest of the razor wire and tied a perimeter around the trees.
“Hey Sarah.” Another girl called out as she walked up to the perimeter. Sarah looked back and smiled.
“Oh hi Nickole,” She responded, seeing her ex coworker walking up. Nickole was a few years younger than Sarah, about 3 inches shorter with medium length brown hair and a little more girth, but by no means overweight.
“How are the defenses over here looking so far?” the girl asked, Sarah finished tying up the last of the wire and dusted off her hands.
“They’re all done.” Sarah replied, giving the razor wire one more good look over. The two girls smiled and headed back towards the center of camp. Everyone these days was tired but on edge, the slightest noise would turn heads and make others jump. Everyone had heard the legends of the sisters who stumbled upon the forsaken town and unleashed the evil that now roamed the entire globe. They heard how the evil demon people called “Yellow Eyes” rose from hell and took their daughters captive, the unspeakable tortures that the two families and their friends endured, and finally the brave yet vain sacrifice that Lacy made in order to save her loved ones. The two made their way to the food tent when a scream broke the peacefulness of camp. Everyone dropped what they were doing and ran towards the noise. There in the distance a young girl was bolting towards camp through a break in the trees.
“Ok guys what’ve we got?” came a booming voice from the rear of the crowd. The people moved as an older gentleman made his way to the front of the onlookers. His name was Mike and he knew all about the zombies, the husband of Lacy and father of Sam and Alice, though he dare not tell anyone this. “How many Jake?” Mike asked, looking up in a tree. Jake a 22 year old rather fit man, sat perched in a tree near one of the clearings with a Remington M24 sniper rifle, peering out the scope.
“Looks like we got one teen girl and she’s toting along a six-pack Mike.” Jake replied.
“Alright, take out the five you can get and we’ll scalp the last one once it gets close enough.” Mike ordered. Jake nodded and recycled the bolt, dropping five zombies as they ran. To any well-educated sci-fi buff, this would be very strange as the traditional zombie does not run, just limbers and staggers. In today’s world however these zombies are not just pushed by their hunger, they are driven by a more evil force, thus allowing them to run and even jump to catch their prey. Also, these zombies have a special way of exhausting their catches. The teen sprinted towards the safety of camp, oblivious to the fact that she had wandered outside the safety zone. She however was not fast enough, as the last remaining zombie, also a young teen, lunged at her, driving her into the ground. The girl screamed as the zombie pounced on top of her. “AW SHIT!” Mike exclaimed and he and three others raced out to help the girl. The sound that came next caused everyone, including Sarah, to cringe.
“NO! Help me! NAHAHAHAHAHOOO!” The young girl cried out as the zombie crawled over her and began to wiggle its fingers under her arms. The interesting thing about these zombies is that they have been created by the arch demon, actually Asmodeus Risus, the laughing destroyer. Their soul mission is to tickle, bite, and turn every human on the planet. The young teen rolled around, squealing giggles pouring from her mouth as the zombie continued tickling her all over her body. The three men sprinted as fast as they could towards the helpless victim, closing the gap yards at a time. The zombie pinned the girls arms over her head, causing her shirt to rise up to below her ribs, exposing her taught stomach. The zombie grinned and licked its lips before plunging its face into its captives quivering stomach, blowing a large raspberry. “Ohoho my GAHAHAHAHWD!” the girl screamed as she threw her head back in laughter. The zombie smiled again and reared its head back, its black teeth snarling.
“NO!” Mike yelled as the zombie sunk its teeth into the girl’s hip, tearing out a huge chunk of flesh. The teen screamed in pain as she passed out. Not a second later Mike came swooping in, beheading the zombie with one blow of his machete. “Aw hell, quick get her back to the camp and put her in isolation, we need to keep her quarantined so we can drum up some antidote before she turns and gets her fingers on someone else.” The other two men nod their heads and quickly whisk the girl’s limp body back to camp.
“Shit! If I hadn’t of frozen up there at the end I could of chambered one more bullet and taken the thing out before it got a chance to bite her.” Jake cursed as he climbed down the tree. Sarah walked over and put her hand on his shoulder.
“It’s not your fault Jake, we all would have frozen up.” Sarah said in a consoling tone. Jake frowned and nodded his head.
“Thanks chick.” He replied and began reloading his magazine. The girl smiled and walked back to the food tent, everyone in the camp knew that the two had a thing for each other but neither one had the courage to do anything about it yet.
