Pixel Gun 3D Story Time

Farm

At 4:15 am, at a farm near San Blockcisco, Pixelated World begins.

  A farmer peacefully slept on top of his bed. Fully clothed, as he was too exhausted to bother changing earlier. Not normally one to neglect hygiene, he had decided to simply shower in the morning. Later in the morning.

  Fsshh    

Fsshh

Fsshh

His eyes slowly opened. Blink, blink. It sounded like someone was digging holes in the yard. With a sigh, he picked up his pistol off the dresser and checked to make sure the safety was on. 'Must be some dumb kids,' he thought. It wouldn't be the first time his place had been bothered. He went to the window and stared.

There were strange men digging holes in his yard. He did a doubletake.

He rubbed his eyes. Blink, blink.

Something definitely wasn't right.

Just then, he heard something crash open in the other room.

'What the hell?' He sprinted down to the kitchen, then flipped on the lights. When his eyes adjusted, however, he froze. There was now a hole in the wall, and the door was off of its hinges. And looking in through the gaps were rotten corpses. Walking corpses. Green ones. Was he having a zombie dream?

"Daddy?" He heard. He glanced up the stairs and at his kid, who appeared both confused and tired. The features on his kid's face were sharp, clearly defined. Not at all like in a dream.

It wasn't a dream.

It wasn't a dream.

"Get back in your room and stay there!" He yelled. This frightened the poor child, who rushed back up and slammed the door shut. No time to think about his voice. He whipped out his pistol and turned the safety off.

As soon as the monsters were dead, he heard more banging. His heart nearly stopped at the possibility that perhaps, he might not outlast them.

So, he shoved all of the couches and chairs he could up the stairs.

When he was finished, he continued to fire away at the zombies while running outside. They soon dropped dead, one by one, but more kept coming.

"Damn it," he hissed, putting the pistol away and pulling out his knife. He had no idea how he, or anyone else, for that matter, could carry multiple weapons like this. Shrinking one weapon and putting it in your pocket only to pull out another? But, there were more pressing matters. He rushed towards a zombie and stabbed it to death.

"That seems to be the last one," he muttered to himself, looking back at his house. Something, however, catches his eye, and he strolls over to it.

"Ammo? Who dropped this?" He rolled his eyes and shoved it into his pistol.

He heard footsteps right behind him.

He spun around, pistol aimed, tensing as a double headed mutant shambled towards him rather quickly. He quickly fired at its head, once, twice, then three times. Finally, it dropped to the ground.