MyLittleHellhound

wow......that would seem very fun to play! good job lol

The story shall be ending soon I’m afraid. A tap on the shoulder brought Carl back to the present. “Pssst Carl,” Morton whispered, “we’re almost out onto the street”. Carl nodded and peered through the rubble. He eased his SMG out and prepared to kill. Keenan and Morton sprinted out, packs bouncing against their backs. They slid to a halt on the far side of the street. Keenan signaled. Clear. Carl hoisted himself up, ready to fire just in case. He half limped, half sprinted, looking like some bizarre creature in the distance. “Shit, we got Tangos down the street. About 200 give or take.” Keenan squinted. Morton looked through his binoculars, battered and scratched. “We are low on ammo from our previous engagement. We can’t take all of these guys at once.” Carl whispered. “We might find some at the nearby FOB, do you think?” Morton asked. Keenan nodded, and the group crept south. The truck screeched to a halt, engine settling with a cough and wheeze. Franco stepped out onto a cracked zombie skull, leaking pus and brain juice. The air was dusty and a mist hung over the buildings. “I have zee-ro visibility out here boss.” Smith said. Franco crunched his way up the pile of rubble. Every so often he would come across a dead zombie and/or a body part. “Shit, will you look at this!?” Smith yelled over to him. Franco jogged over gun at the ready. Smith had moved some concrete, revealing a battered, dented, and most certainly used M1-Abrams. He felt the barrel of the MG. “Still hot, probably been about an hour, or two since the people last used it”. “Then there are survivors….perhaps Morton, and Keenan?” Franco asked. “For sure brother”. Glass crunched underfoot as Keenan walked past a wrecked Humvee. Fire crackled in the distance. He peered inside. Two dead in the back. Driver dead most likely. He reached in to take the man’s ammunition for his gun. And the driver awoke. He stirred, ever so slightly, the seatbelt making a soft rasping noise on the damaged and raw skin. His burned fingers twitched, jaws moving minutely in a clacking motion. A soft growl emitted from his throat and Morton whirled, taking the shot. The bullet whizzed and buried itself in the zombie’s head, spraying Keenan with bright red. “Thanks…….” Keenan grinned at him. Carl knelt down and rolled over a body. The Marine stared up with glass eyes. Carl gently prized the magazines from the cold dead hands, and took his dog tags as well. Zombie moans split the hazy air and Keenan knew it was time to go. They had enough ammo, acquired a couple guns, and got what they needed. Time to get out. The men ran through the abandoned buildings, through strategy rooms, through weapons lockers. All trashed and broken. Suddenly Morton slid to a halt. “Woah….hold up there.” He said. Carl peered over his shoulder and grimaced. The double doors, once bolted, were hanging open. A corpse, half eaten, lay by the entrance. Several more, draped over desks, chairs, impaled on wood, steel, you name it. It was a mad house. Blood dripped somewhere and a gurgling sound was the only thing besides the survivor’s heavy breathing. “Shit. Last stand do you think?” Keenan whispered. Morton shook his head and walked into the room. It stank of death and decay. A glinting object took his eye. The metal felt smooth to his hand. “What the hell is this?” Keenan asked. Morton squinted. “Military Molecule Stripper”. MMS. “That isn’t standard issue is it?” Carl asked. “No smartass, I’ve never even heard of one of these.” Keenan joked. Morton put it to his shoulder. The gun was roughly the size of a Barrett .50 cal. Carl looked over his shoulder. “Guys, the zombies are coming!!!”. He raised his SMG and fired a burst. Zombies fell beneath the oncoming horde. The zombies were crowded in a tight hallway, allowing maybe three or 4 to come at them any one time. Morton turned the safety off the MMS. “Time to see what this baby does!” he howled. The gun whined like a caged animal and let loose a flickering beam of…..god knows what. The zombies were sliced in half and quarts of blood and bone poured out like punctured cans of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup. The MMS went straight through the zombies in its way and Morton eased on the trigger. Blood and fluid swirled around their boots as well as intestines. Carl leaned over and was sick. “That’s one hell of a weapon sarge.” Keenan whistled. “Just don’t point it at my balls alright?”

Hey Guys, This is one of my first theories ever, and it came to me in the shower. I'm going to assume that already people will start to dislike this theory partly becuase we already know how the zombies work and partly because it is based ON A MOVIE, but this may be a gateway to more thinking about that. So I was on the plane back to Toronto yesterday, and I was watching Rise of the Planet of the Apes (the monkey one). In this movie, there was a drug called ALZ 112 that regenerated and improved brain cells and function. This was only used on apes. It gave them green eyes with gold flecks. I made the connection between the zombie eyes and these gold flecks associated with the use of the drug. As I said, the drug improves brain function and allows the brain to build on itself, increasing intelligence. If you would use this combined with the regenerative properties of Element 115 (Uup), the zombies would become more intelligent, more able to learn. Resulting in improved motor functions. Like reaching through windows, sprinting, so forth. Although the ALZ-112 was countered by the body eventually, there was a new drug developed, the 113. Now, this 113 was a more aggressive strain and was able to deal quicker than the 112. It was lethal to human's, eventually killing them. In PoTA, the gas is a brownish dust color, almost exactly like the Nova 6 Crawlers. A perfect way of spreading a virus lethal to humans. This is all I have so far, if I think of more, I will update. REMEMBER THAT THIS IS BASED ON A MOVIE!Probably the first real "theory" Ive ever posted.

im missing moon which apparently is BIG part of story, so i have no idea wehat the HELL is going on now! :lol:

Haven't read Ghosts of Onyx, that book your talking about is Halo: Glasslands and the bubble is a Dyson sphere (Wasn't their dyson sphere theories circulating on CoDZ for Shangri-La). Anyway alot of people are saying it disregards established canon and turns Dr. Halsey into some sort of monster (Not literally) . Alot of people are really pissed at the author but I'll see for myself. Im a massive Halo nerd... Yeah also the Covenant are a very intriguing...........hierarchy? You could say I guess. They were interesting for me

Mhm contact harvest was pretty good I'd say. I liked first strike and ghosts of onyx was REALLY weird. they have a new one! after the war is over and like what happens to the Spartans in the onyx bubble thing. no spoilers!

Lol killall, who new moms could figure out theories hmm? Intriguing though. BlindBusDrivr I requested for Iron Sky to be shown in theatres in Canada but it might be USA and Europe only. I'm excited for it though, it comes out this year.

Ah yes I remember you. Halo lore is actually very very in depth and intriguing and deals with ALOT of things you wouldn't find normally associated with it, have yu read any of the books yet? Welcome back!

Yeah hey, Ill be your friend. Dont matter if you come looking for knowledge, strategy, or you just bored of the internet (but how the hell does that happen?) So if you has questions just ask anyone in green or whatever and im sure youll get some help. You have xbox or ps3 or wii or pc? GT is DvS ObLiViOn

What he said but welcome to the site have fun !

It's cool how I almost got it yet I don't have moon....and never played it

HAHHAHAHAH SHE IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!! Been waiting for one of these for a long time lullaby, considering you abandoned the other one! Exceeds the other story so far!!!!! VERY GOOD :twisted:

Intriguing theory very cool

Faust Writes great stories, posts helpful stuff, and 2000 page long theories that make sense! Cheers to him!

I'm gonna take a wild guess Dempsey moon beginning of game?

Put in survivor conflict emotionally and such also because zombie killing will get monotonous after a while.

I really have no idea but maybe no downs tip round 30 can't do any trains or anything

Yo luigi that's a sick name So if you have any questions just ask whoever Have fun!!!!!!

Chill out all of you we didnt say Trololololol when someone posted a theory did they? Gosh people these days :cry:

Well, I see what you mean. Obviously though, someone will read a theory then use that theory to make some foundation for their theory or they use that theory to counter another theory. If that makes sense. People are just using it for their own. I guess the right thing to do would be to credit the original person but I guess no one would bother with that. The mods have enough on their hands as it is (i think...?) They don't need to check every theory. Just some thoughts, MyLittleHellhound

Welcome to the site There's alot of great contributors and definitely people to play zombies with if you have a xbox or PS3 or whatever If you like blood and gore be sure to check out Stadt Der Untoten in the Zombie Story Section tis MY CREATION!!!!!!

Sweet hey Chances are killall zombies hasn't introduced me but whatever check out my story

They should use every weapon to their advantage, and not just throw it away although that depends on the sitch (kim possible anyone?)

Hey, We should play!!!!!! I play alot of BF3 and WaW not BO so much but we should play? Alright add me my GT is DvS ObLiViOn have fun on the site!!!!

Sorry for the double post! The barrel wavered in between each zombie as Smith was struck senseless. The zombie, once his sister, was shuffling towards him, a slow and repetitive movement. Her dark hair hung in lanky strands and an eye was missing. The face was rotted away, jaw showing through the hole in her lower mouth area. The gums of her mouth were black and the teeth, bloodstained with chunks of god knows what. Smith squeezed his eyes shut, and fired at his zombified sister. The bullet whizzed past her rotting flesh, and slammed into a rotten desk clerk’s skull with a solid *thwack*. The zombie flailed backwards and tipped over a desk and chair, crashing to the ground. Franco barreled in, firing with one hand and the other, holding a crowbar. He slammed the metal into the zombified girl with a *crunch* and sent her back to the grave. He then aimed and fired three successive shots with the USP, sending three zombies with mashed heads to sink to their knees and die, the light fading from their eyes. “C’mon! Get the fuck up, there’s a good lad,” Franco encouraged, grinning as he whirled and ripped a zombie head off with the crowbar, “don’t let me have all the fun!” Smith hauled himself up with stiff joints. A zombie swung at him and he ducked, the force ruffling his hair. Smith rolled and put a vicious uppercut to the zombie, cracking the jaw and splintering teeth. He then kicked it and ripped off a wooden leg of a chair, stabbing the zombie through the chest and pinning it to the debris-strewn ground. Smith turned and roundhouse kicked another zombie, this one dressed like a businessman, through the window. Glass shattered as the body sailed into a meeting room. “Let’s bust this popsicle stand!” yelled Smith as he narrowly dodged a bite, the infected jaws snapping only inches from his ear. Franco sprinted out of the hotel with Smith and got into a nearby vehicle, not overturned by the shockwave. “Not anything could have collapsed a skyscraper, we should check it out.” said Franco. Smith nodded and they drove through the streets still echoing of childhood memories. Morton’s feet clattered against the cobblestone and pavement, running for his life. He could hear the skyscraper, and see the shadow catching up with him. He looked up through teary eyes and saw Keenan and Carl swerve into a nearby restaurant. Morton pushed his legs further, lungs panting for air. “DOWN HERE!!!” Keenan screamed. He motioned towards the stairs leading down. Morton vaulted himself into the stairwell and slid across the dirty floor with his back against the hallway. Carl and Keenan joined him a second later, all gasping for air. A moment later, the skyscraper collapsed with a crash and thunderclap. They heard glass and concrete tumble, thousands of pounds of concrete crushing and smashing their way through everything with pure momentum. It seemed like an eternity before the sounds stopped. Morton crept up the stairs and eased open the door with a dirty hand. He squinted and coughed as dust flooded in. The restaurant was unrecognizable. Concrete chunks and glass shards littered the floor, and all of the tables were overturned or smashed. Carl lifted his SMG and motioned towards a pile of concrete. A zombie lay, emitting soft moaning sounds as it sensed the three beings. Its eyes were gone, replaced with shards of glass and concrete. A large beam of steel impaled it through the stomach, spreading black blood across the tiled floor. “Shit” Keenan breathed. He knelt down next to the struggling zombie, and drew his knife. With a vicious slash, the zombie’s head rolled away and the body went limp. “Nothing deserves to suffer like that fucker did…” Keenan glared at them. Morton and Carl nodded with understanding. They couldn’t help but remember that these were once human beings who had normal lives, who were social, who didn’t eat other fucking people’s brains for a living. Keenan tried to move some of the rubble blocking the entrance, but to no avail. “We have to search for a way out the back then.” he reasoned. Morton took point, attaching a flashlight to his underslung rail. In these dirty and unlit hallways, graffiti was rampant. But not all of it was art, Carl realized. Some of it conveyed messages for help, for rescue, for locations of extraction. He saw one of them, the War Memorial. As the group went on, Carl couldn’t block the flood of brutality that had led him to this moment in time, the battle at the War Memorial…… “Let’s MOVE it people, I want a full perimeter by the time the sun starts to set!!!” the general roared. Carl scurried about, laying down barbed wire, sandbags, and mounting MGL MK1s. Other soldiers took positions in foxholes, and in bunkers hastily constructed with fast drying concrete. They were ready for the assault. Or as ready as anyone would be with an army of fucking undead at your doorstep. The General wielded his M-243 and sat at the top of the M1 Abrams tank they had managed to get away with. He hoisted a speaker, and bellowed his prayers. “Alright you bunch of girls! Time for us to kick some zombie ass! I want all of you to HOLD YOUR POSITIONS NO MATTER WHAT! DO YOU HEAR ME???HOLD YOUR POSITIONS!!!!” The platoon roared, infused with the adrenaline of an oncoming battle. Carl adjusted his helmet and crouched behind the sandbags next to his friend, Pvt. Yu. The tall Asian man grinned at him and released his safety catch. The M16 was ready to kill, to maim, to slaughter. But then again, so were the zombies. The cold sunset air brought the stench of a million rotting bodies, and the moans echoed across the city. Carl hoisted his XM8, feeling the cold metal press against his cheek. “Here they come!!!” his Sergeant shouted to his squad. A short burst of fire opened up on the right of Carl. The light flashed from the barrel and a trio of zombie went down, punctured by the heavy rounds. Carl raised his scope to his eye, seeking out targets. He decided on a bloated zombie, dressed in a bright yellow shirt. Carl squeezed the trigger twice, and grimaced as he saw the bloated man explode and collapse like a marionette. By this time, all of the soldiers were firing at targets. Ultimately, the General knew they were doomed. How could one platoon hold off this many zombies? Yu switched his M16 to full auto and laughed as the bullets ripped and sliced their way through a quartet. “IS THAT ALL YOU SHITHEADS CAN DO!!?” Yu roared. He dropped the empty magazine with a clatter and inserted one with a clack. Carl switched his to full auto also, and fired away. His heart lifted as the zombies toppled like toy soldiers blood spurting and gristle leaking. All around him, soldiers were switching mags, calling out to each other, guns yammering away at the army. Time passed slowly as the zombies gained ground over hundreds of fallen brethren and bloodstained craters. The soldiers could not stem the tide, on every side. Carl was on his last magazine of the XM8, and Yu was using his sidearm. The zombies were only a hundred meters away now. The General called out, “FIX BAYONETS!!!” Carl was surprised the General would give such an order. Why use bayonets when you could gather all the ammo and blow a path outta here? Yu smiled, “Looks like the grunts have to obey.” he said. Carl nodded and shook Yu’s hand, then attached his knife to the XM8. All around them, soldiers patted each other on the back and made amends as they prepared to go to their deaths. A whistle pierced the moans and the soldiers yelled, knives glinting in the dying light. The wall of men charged the zombies, who were eager for the soft and supple flesh of the enemy. Carl screamed a war cry as he rammed a zombie with the bayonet, eager to end his fear and suffering. The zombie collapsed and Carl slashed at it again, slitting its head open. Yu cracked another head open with his gun, denting it. The zombies soon were on all sides of the soldiers. A huge explosion blew Carl off his feet and he realized that the General was shooting the fucking tank. He scrabbled on the ground and used his last magazine to clear the way back to the tank. Carl ran for it, not caring if all of his friends died, he just wanted to get away. Yu was in the middle of a pack of zombies, furiously fighting them off with his knife and broken gun. Carl looked on in horror as Yu was overwhelmed and dragged to the ground, rotten fingers pulling the skin off of his face. Yu’s face muscles were frozen in pain and horror, intestines spilling out like glistening spaghetti. Blood poured like a river across the grass. His mouth was open in an eternal scream and Carl forced himself to keep running. Again, he saw his Sergeant go down, being pulled in half by insane mad fucker tug of war. His uniform tattered and blood red. There was Pvt. Shoreman. Screaming as his leg was torn off and he was clubbed to death with it by an enraged zombie with a knife sticking out of its left eye. It was a death sentence for the soldiers. They didn’t stand a chance against the zombies. Carl sprinted back to the tank just as the zombies finished with all of the soldiers. Soldiers at the bunkers and barricades blasted them with machine guns, hot shards of metal puncturing faces, tearing limbs, but it was not enough. The zombies swarmed over the bunkers, and they were no more. Carl climbed into the tank unseen, and punched the General straight in the jaw. The General reeled back and collapsed, blood pouring from his mouth. Carl told the loader, “Hold them off. I need to deal with this son of a bitch.” The loader nodded and hoisted himself up. Carl grabbed the man’s shirt. “Why the fuck are you in command!?” Carl yelled. The General growled and slammed his fist into Carl’s nose, blood spattering his shirt. “Who the fuck are you to say that I shouldn’t be in command, GRUNT!?” Carl was about to reply with a pistol to the head when the loader on the turret was pulled over the tank, screaming, into the mass of zombies. “You’re outta time my friend!” Carl laughed, and pushed the General’s head out the hatch. Carl looked away as grasping claws and hands found their target, and the body jerked away and out the tank. Carl gulped and nearly vomited as a half eaten marine crawled through the hatch. Carl clenched the trigger and shot it propped it in the corner, then closed the hatch just as a hand reached in, severing it. He could hear them outside, clawing and banging the exterior. I should wait for help. There will be help. And I will get out of here.