Tick Tick Tick 3

Toby sat in the back of the van and stared out the window. It was Christmas Eve and the streets were crowded with people.

“Hey, Toby. You awake?” asked James from the driver’s seat.

Toby nodded his head. “James, you remember the plan right? Turn yourself in, say I kidnapped you, and you escaped, ok?” James nodded his head.

Toby stepped out of the car, bid James goodbye, and walked into the town square. The news of Toby’s recent actions had led to a lot of fear in the city’s residents. Toby was dressed in a green sweater and a black skull cap with a black backpack. James had insisted that Toby change out of his regular clothes to avoid being recognized by the police. One of James’ friends at the party had identified Toby and the channel twelve news had been broadcasting images of him nonstop.

The town square was occupied by a massive Christmas tree and many people were crowded around the tree admiring it’s lights and the enormous metal star at the top. Toby squinted and looked away. Bright light hurt his eyes and it didn’t help that one of his many diseases made him light sensitive! He looked up and saw the building he was looking for: a 100 floor high rise on the right side of the town square. There was no way for Toby to get in through the front entrance but he had a plan. He turned into an alley and took off his backpack, and took out a black vest, grey hoodie, black bandanna, and goggles. He then clambered up the fire escape of the building next to the high rise and looked around, seeing exactly what he needed: a single brick. Toby hefted the brick, measuring its weight, and then hurled it toward the closest window of the high rise! The brick slammed into the window, cracking it, causing a small sliver of glass to fall to the street below. Toby dropped his pack and leaped through the window, rolling into the lobby as glass rained down around him. He looked around and, convinced no one had seen or heard him, sprinted for the elevator.

“Now if everything goes to plan, she should be asleep, and that will just make my job easier!” Toby said to himself.

The elevator stopped and Toby stepped out, looking at his directions: 4th Floor, Room 423. Toby walked towards the room and tried the door and, to his surprise, it opened. He drew his weapons and entered the room. It was dark and someone was lying in the bed. Toby smirked as he tiptoed over to the bed, raised his weapon, and slammed it down onto the figure’s midsection! The instant Toby’s pick connected with the figure, he new something was wrong: there was no blood. Suddenly a shot rang out and a bullet tore through Toby’s chest.

“Toby, so nice for you to join me. I was wondering when you would pay me a visit.”

Toby fell to his knees, his ears ringing. “W-why Michelle, that was a dirty trick!” Toby wheezed.

Michelle walked around him, looked him in the eyes, and pressed the barrel of a pistol to Toby’s forehead. “My father taught me how to use a gun. After you killed Alex, I borrowed this one from my boyfriend,” she said in a snarky tone. Toby hacked up blood and his vision swam. He pressed his hand against the wound but blood still flowed through his fingers.

“Now Toby, stay right there while I call the police,” Michelle smirked. Toby watched her walk away with the gun and pick up the phone. She dialed an number and started talking, but Toby couldn’t hear her. All he could here were the voices in his head!

“Kill her!” one whispered. “Make her bleed!” screamed another.

He stood up and slowly approached Michelle and silently stood behind her.

“Yes, I’m sure its him! Now get down here!” Mitchell yelled into the phone. Toby whispered into Michelle’s ear, “Kill her.”

Michelle whirled around and tried to raise the gun but Toby was too quick! He smacked the gun from her hand, grabbed her, and threw her over the bed towards the wall! Michelle hit the wall with a sickening crunch and scrambled to get up. By the time she did, Toby had picked up the gun and fired five shots. The first shot pierced Mitchell’s left lung, the second severed her index and middle fingers, shattering the flower pot on the table behind her. The third and forth shots tore through her stomach, and the fifth and final shot destroyed the upper part of her head! Toby looked at Michelle’s broken body as it slid down the wall and flopped onto the floor. he let out a wet raspy chuckle before he collapsed in a pool of his own blood and lost conciseness.

Eight Days Later
James stood by a 56 year old women in front of Toby’s grave as a preacher read a passage from the Bible. He didn’t know why he had come to the funeral, but the women whom he presumed to be Toby’s mother looked grateful that someone other then she had come. After the preacher had concluded his sermon and left, James looked at the woman.

“Hi I’m James. I didn’t get you name.”

The woman looked up. She looked grim and tired. “I’m Connie Rogers.” she said while staring into space.

“Oh, I”m truly sorry for your loss,” replied James.

“If only I could have raised him better,” Connie said softly.

Toby’s mother turned and walked away leaving James alone in front of the grave, James stood there for a few minutes before he heard a sound. It sounded like slow shuffling footsteps, out of the corner of his eye James saw a boy clan in a blue hoodie and black cargo pants. The boy walked with a limp but didn’t seem to be in pain. The boy walked up to the grave and stood next to James. He then took something from his pocket and handed it to James. James stared down at the boys gift, it was a list of names. Toby’s list of names!

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Toby walked through the woods with his hands in his pockets, clicking his teeth together, looking for the house that Alex had come from. He took off his goggles and stared into the night. With Alex’s death, Alex’s friends James and Michelle were Toby’s next targets. He saw a shed, walked towards it, and tried the door. It was locked. Toby looked around, and, convinced that no one was around, kicked the door in! He found nothing he could use, no food, no water. He was about to leave when he saw a box in the back of the shed. Toby cocked his head at a fifty degree angle, causing his neck to crack loudly as he walked towards the box.

Toby slowly lifted the lid and removed two small pick-like objects, and a belt with holsters for them. “This will do nicely,” Toby said to himself. He heard a noise coming from behind him, and whirled around, picks in hand. He saw the house he was searching for, and in its backyard he saw a person talking to a girl. It was James! A memory flashed through Toby’s mind of laying on the ground with a cut on his forehead while James, Michelle, and Alex laughed at him. Toby shook with rage, slipped the picks into his belt, and started for the house.
As he peeked through the bushes and scanned the backyard, the light from the house hurt his eyes so much that he pulled his goggles on. There were nine people in the yard, and Toby wanted them all to fear him!

Toby drew his weapons, vaulted the fence, and started walking toward James. One of the boys saw him, yelling, “Hey, you! You weren’t invited!” Toby kept walking. “Hey Marcus, he has a weapon!” Toby recalled that Marcus was the local tough guy, and what better way to make these people fear him then by taking him out?

Marcus grabbed a beer bottle, saying “I can take this guy easy!” in a tone rich with bravado. He raised the bottle and smashed it over Toby’s forehead.

Toby felt the cold liquid running over his head and looked Marcus in the face, unflinching.

“H-how did you?” Marcus stammered.

“I have a syndrome that prevents me from feeling pain,” Toby said while rubbing glass from his hood. “You, on the other hand, look perfectly healthy!”

Toby grabbed Marcus’ arm and twisted his wrist! There was a horrible cracking sound and Marcus buckled. Toby had plenty of leverage and he decided to show everyone that he was not weak or scared to use force. He grabbed the back of Marcus’ head and slammed him face down onto a lit gas stove on a table! With was a horrid sizzling noise and a high pitched screech, Marcus fell to the floor clutching his face, causing the stove to topple to the ground, alighting shrubs next to the house.

One of Marcus’ friends threw a punch at Toby, but Toby side stepped and buried his picks in the boy’s back.

James watched in terror as Toby ripped his weapons from his victim’s back, then started to advance. Toby kicked James to the ground, and raised his pick above his head. James curled into a ball, waiting for the blow that would end his life to come.

It never did.

Unbeknownst to James, Toby had sought him out because he’d recalled that after being taunted while injured on the ground, James had waited until the others had left, and given Toby a helping hand up. He opened his eyes and saw that Toby had his hand extended toward him. James took it and stood up.

“Do you remember me?” Toby asked.

“Toby, it’s you, right?”

Toby locked eyes with James. “Alex and Michelle made your life miserable. The only reason you stayed with them was because you were scared, right?”

James nodded his head.

“Good, then you’ll tell me exactly where Michelle is.”

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Alex exited the house and stumbled on the curb. He’d had a little too much to drink at the party and was woozy. He heard a noise to his left and saw his friend James face-plant into the pool. The splash he made was followed by laughter, prompting Alex to smile as James clambered from the pool.

It was too dark and cold to walk home, so Alex signaled a taxi. To his surprise, a taxi parked outside roared to life and slowly drove over to him. Alex walked over, opened the door, and slipped inside.

“Hey, where you going to?” said the driver. He sounded young, about 19.
“Rose Avenue,” replied Alex.

The driver flicked on the headlights, and as he did so Alex noticed something about him: his hand twitched oddly. As though reading Alex’s mind, the driver said “Tourette’s.”

“Oh,” Alex said. “A kid with Tourette’s went to my school. He had it bad!” Alex thought of the kid’s name, finally remembering it was Toby. That stupid kid was always creeping everyone out, staining everything with his presence. Alex and his friends had thrown a party when Toby left.

The car suddenly stopped and the driver got out. “Car trouble, shouldn’t be here long.”

Alex thought nothing of it. After 30 seconds, Alex heard a crackle and a voice “Hey, Alex.” Alex froze. The noise was coming from a walkie-talkey in the passenger seat.

“Alex, look out your window.”

Alex did as the voice asked and looked out the window, sweat trickling down his face. He saw the driver 20 feet away facing him, wearing a grey hoodie with a black vest and camo cargo pants. He had pale skin, brown hair, orange goggles on his forehead, and was wearing a black bandana over his mouth. He lifted a radio to his mouth and spoke “Remember me Alex? Ticci Toby? The kid you always picked on because of my pale skin and my ticks?”

Alex wet himself. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t breathe!

“Oh, Alex. See the box in the front seat? I left something for you! You’re going to have a blast with it.”

Alex crawled into the front seat, and with a shaking hand opened the box. He screamed and tried to open the doors, but they were locked.

“Bye bye!” screamed Toby as he pulled a remote from his jacket. “See you in ….”
Alex never heard Toby finish the sentence.

Toby watched the car erupt in flames, his arm twitching involuntarily. He pulled out a small note pad and scratched Alex’s name off the list. “Two to go,” he mumbled as he walked into the darkness.

Toby had hoped that Alex’s death would calm his inner demons. It didn’t. It made the darknesses in him boil. Toby started laughing, and he didn’t stop. He knew he would never stop.

Toby Checks One Off

Necromorphs Explained

A necromorph is a space zombie made from a mutated dead body. This is their complicated lifecycle.

An alien device called the Marker emits a radio signal that drives people crazy and mutates dead tissue into a virus called the corruption. This virus will transform dead bodies into infectors that in turn infect more corpses, turning them into slashers and pukers. The corruption will then take dead tissue and create a sticky brown tissue that will grow along walls and create massive necromorphs that can cause major havoc.

The Marker

Isaac fighting for his life against the corruption’s horrid creations.

A Slasher

Day Z Tips and Tricks

The game Day Z is a realistic zombie survival game and I have some tips and tricks for you.

First of all, never shoot unprovoked, for all you know firing first could be your death sentence. However this rule does not apply to bandits.

The next tip is don’t shoot if you don’t have to! Ammo is scarce and should be used wisely.

Also, zombies run, so be careful. They can run faster than you and are very deadly at close range.

It is also wise to stay out of the open and stay in places where you can take cover easily to avoid bandit snipers.

Last of all, trust no one. People will sometimes try to kill you after tricking you into thinking they are your friends. My friend came up with a simple way to avoid getting tricked: “If you don’t know them, don’t trust them.”

Where I Am from Poem

I am from books,
From iPads and aPhones.
I’m fromm hard stones floors and fuzzy cat hair.
I’m from the grass swishing in the wind.
I’m from the oak tree that I used to play on in my childhood,
I’m from Thanksgiving and Christmas,
I’m from my Grandmother and Grandfather.
I’m from TV dinners and board games and sleeping late on the weekends.
I’m from stories and jokes and Hush little Baby.
I’m from hiking in the woods by streams,
I’m from Texas and Wales.
I’m from mashed potatoes and sausages and from canoe trips where snakes lurk in the trees.
From Black eyes and Baby pictures of me on my dad’s shoulders.

A Far Cry from a Relaxing Vacation

Imagine that you have just landed on an island paradise called Rook Island. You and your friends decide to go skydiving soon after sailing into port. The next day you are given a ride to the skydiving center by a local hunter named Vaas.

After you arrive at you destination, you are ambushed by pirates and knocked out. When you wake up, you find out Vaas is actually running the largest slave trading system in the Pacific.

You are about to be loaded into a truck to be taken to be sold by pirates, but you escape into the jungle with a machete! The only question is what do you do now: save your friends or escape the island?
(Far Cry 3 is a real game where this actually happens. It’s rated M thought so don’t buy it without permission.)

Leave what you think you would do in the comments.

Jason Brody the main character

Riddick

Riddick is the main character from a movie series that I think everyone should watch. Riddick is a space age criminal who can see in the dark because of a shine job (a procedure that replaces your eyes with those of a weird alien dog, allowing you to see in the dark).

Riddick is from the planet Furya. As a child, his home was attacked by Necromunger troops who killed almost all of the children on Furya to prevent a prophesied “Riddick” from destroying their ruler, the Lord Marshal. They mistakenly left the infant Riddick alive because they overlooked him, and Riddick became a criminal produced by a broken home world.

Checkout these pictures and please comment!

This is Riddick

Necromunger Foot Soldier

Drink More Ovaltine

When my grandfather was young he loved Ovaltine, a chocolate energy drink.

The Ovaltine company would make Ovaltine Decoder rings that you could buy with the drinks and Grandpa saved up money to buy one. When he finally saved up enough money to buy one of the rings and decoded the message guess what it said? It said “Drink more Ovaltine!”

Grandpa was so angry that he hasn’t forgiven Ovaltine to this day.

Fallout

I have been playing the game Fallout 3 for a while and it made me wonder what people would do in a real nuclear apocalypse. Imagine that you have just stepped out of a bunker ten years after the bombs fell. Think of all the things you would want to have before you set out into the wasteland. Leave a list of things you would want in the comments.

I would want:

military grade backpack
assault rifle with an a cog scope
kevlar vest
food
water and water purifier
pistol
rad removal
a gas mask
all terrain vehicle (ATV)