Zombie Exodus: Safe Haven -- Final Beta Closed

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#6390

Being smart and caring about others in an Apocalypse seem kinda opposites, especially if those people are strangers. Just saying. It should be noted that I would never, ever, be a smart leader, I would be the useless dumb bastard who would get the rest of the group and the smart leader killed, so what the hell do I know :stuck_out_tongue:

Welcome to my group chap, world just went down the toilet, lets go out with a bang!


#6391

lol I really hate Makrov or something group when they stole some of my supplies :unamused:


#6392

A smart leader cares about people loyal to him, becuase he knows that loyal people are very hard to come by in the apocalypse, so its important to keep them alive.


#6393

Exactly.

A smart leader knows that loyalty is repayed, as well. True loyalty.


#6397

He can be good food for them.


#6398

We should probably try to keep the cannibalism discussion to a minimum. But, youre right that Tommy can be useful in death, because if the group is being chased by zombies, we just need to throw Tommys body to them to keep them busy.


#6399

Good idea. You’re my new adviser. Welcome!


#6400

Glad to be helpful!
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#6402

Please keep the conversation focused on the public or live version of story-game in question and family-friendly orientated.

The author is serious about publishing his game and is seeking the community’s input on his story. Providing suggestions and constructive criticism is far different then placing demands on the author and harassing him.

When the authors says(or indicates through their words) a topic is closed for discussion or to be discussed only with spoilers, it is best to honor their wish, even if you disagree. Provide your feedback, then let the author decide to accept or reject it and then move on from there. Otherwise it can be seen as breaking forum guidelines if excessive.

In this case, any Tommy discussion vs-a-vie future events, motivations and possibilities - especially when using knowledge gained through the Reddit or Gmail Groups previews need to be used with spoiler flags.

If something bothers you as a reader/tester it is valid feedback to express what bothers you, so if you see someone writing feedback that you disagree with, please respect them and don’t keep egging them on. If you feel a post is harassing the author or another user, please flag it, so the moderators or leaders can help take care of any issues.

Please be considerate of the community, the author who is trying to get his work published and the administrative staff that runs this community.

Thank you all.

Edit: The public previews that @JimD has done is not a beta, so please do not feel like anyone using knowledge from those has any knowledge of what the game will be on release - things are going to be changed between those editions as seen and as published on scheduled release dates.


#6405

Just let it go, it isnt worth getting into an arguement over. The thread was closed, but now its open, and thats all that matters.


#6406

Guys follow the rules please, I don’t want my favorite forum be closed. :sob:


#6407

Not that it won’t possibly backfire when you might choose to prioritize something else and more useful for the group over an opportunity for him to go after the Makarovs, particularly with a low empathy mc.

True, but I think that something is maybe becoming the leader himself once he’s 16-21, which is a ways away yet. :stuck_out_tongue_winking_eye:


#6408

All things considered, I think that he’d make a better leader than any of the other candidates in the group, at least given a few years :stuck_out_tongue_winking_eye:


#6409

Is it okay to post fanfic in this thread, or should I save it for the fan works thread? I just didn’t see much recent activity on the other thread.


#6410

i think you can do both. Either post it on both threads or post it on one and link it in the other. Though, i still suggest you get another opinions to be sure.

On another note, i wonder if there will a scenario where the group has to a weather problem like a storm or a heatwave. fighting against an apocalypse and nature can be…exhausting.


#6411

I think it’s fine to put it here if you want, it would just be easier to keep track of on the fanworks post (which was why it was created in the first place, stuff gets buried under other stuff here so easily)

Depending one which part of Colorado the ZE:SH crew is in, right now they’d be either trying to escape a wildfire (…probably unlikely they’d succeed, unfortunately) or narrowly avoiding one. Right now basically everything that’s not a desert west of Colorado has been on fire. Blizzards would be pretty horrible too. At least in a fire, you’d either suffocate or burn to death relatively quickly, it might take a while to freeze to death :anguished:

If I was right about ZE1 being in Oregon, they’d also be either on fire or just outside of one (I’m in California and not in a part with a ton of fires luckily, but there has been a lot of smoke in my area earlier this week. Fun :unamused:)


#6412

Oh lawd it’s a fire I hope there’s no storm but it’ll be more realistic to have a storm so kind of 50/50


#6413

Well, made an attempt at my first ZE fanfic: Zombie Exodus Fan Works!


#6414

Sometimes when I’m alone
I wonder aloud
If you’re watching over me
Some place far abound
I must reverse my life
I can’t live in the past
Then set my soul free
Belong to me at last

These lyrics, these words, echo through the boy’s mind as he watches the sun fade, willingly being engulfed by the darkness of the new night. For a moment, it’s all too real; a symbol of life’s constant battles: the sun, hope rises, until the night, something, another problem, another fight, forces you to sing back down, further and further, until it has consumed you.

These were his thoughts even beforehand. The apocalypse has taken those feelings and amplified them a thousandfold.

It’s almost too much.

A momentary glance at his side reveals Madison has fallen asleep in the grass. Syn chuckles quietly to himself. The sight, for many reasons, makes him remember something Jonah had said years ago when he was going through major surgery:

“Life isn’t over until you have literally nothing.”

This stuck inside Syn’s head ever since; he really liked it and even told it to himself when he was feeling depressed.

Just now was one of those moments.

The boy takes his earbuds out, shuts off his iPod that has almost died (it’s a miracle it still works, all his songs were downloaded onto it, so the fact that the Internet was no more meant jackshit), and slowly and quietly climbs to his feet, silently leaving the girl.He manages to not wake her on accident, and heads to the oddly parked circle of vehicles and tents that are the rest of his group.

He walks to the makeshift campfire in the middle; logs and stumps have been moved around it for seating. Only three other people, Brody, Ylva, and Sylvia, are still up though. The fact that none of the adults are up pleases Syn.

“Hey man, Mad doin’ okay?” Brody says, sitting on a stump, as Syn takes a seat on the ground to his left.

“Sleepin’ like a baby. I’m only gonna be over here for a few minutes; got cold, gave her my blanket.”

Brody smiles at this. “She really wanted to watch the sun set, huh?”

“Heh. Yeah.,” the other boy responds, putting his hands up to the fire.

“Listen. I really appreciate you takin’ care of here. Seriously. It means a lot. She…really likes you.”

“I know. No problem.”

“Oh, hey Syn. You usually aren’t up this late,” Ylva says, looking at him. She sits on a log in front of him with Sylvia, who hasn’t once looked up from their card game.

“Like I told Brody: the col’s being a bitch tonight.”

“Well, winter is coming up, moron,” Sylvia says, finally speaking. She looks at Syn with a playful smile, the focuses back on her game.

“What’s the matter Syl? You losin’?”

“Ha. Lose to this bitch in War?”

“Well, you’ve gotta win at something,” Ylva smirks, winking at Sylvia.

“You two don’t go fuckin’ each other’s brains out again now, y’hear?” Syn says sarcastically.

This makes Sylvia perk up suddenly, but she still doesn’t return Syn’s look. “Ha. At least we’ve done it. When are you and Madd gonna-”

“Yep, this conversation’s over,” Syn interrupts, smiling and even blushing a little. “I can’t even come over here for five minutes just to warm up my hands.”

“Not our fault you can’t stand the outside world,” Ylva laughs.

“That made zero sense. Goodbye now.” Syn stands and begins to walk off.

“Zero sense? Like how you have zero chance with Brody here’s sister?” Sylvia teases.

Syn doesn’t turn back. Instead, he keeps walking and offers the mocking girl a simple flip of the bird. The trio still at the fire laughs.

The boy gets halfway back to the spot on the big hill where his girlfriend is before, out of nowhere, a large black figure springs from the thick brush to his immediate left and rams into him hard, sending both of them to the ground with a thud and gasp from Syn.

The panicking young man reaches for his hammer that is tied to his right side, but in doing so, leaves himself open, and gets a punch in the face for his troubles. This enrages him, and he jumps up just as his attacker does. It’s a grown man; looks to be middle-aged, wearing a leather jacket and black beanie with a scruffy beard.

A bandit. Was he stalking the camp?

This possible revelation only fuels his rage further, and so the boy charges low, tackling the man’s legs just as he stands. Syn’s speed and strength allows him to successfully take the man down with a small but impact slam. Wasting no time and risking nothing, Syn mounts his opponent after realizing he’s unarmed, and postures up, grabbing the collar of his now dirty jacket with his left hand and viciously beating the man in the face with his other.

After several hard and quick punches, the bandit’s struggles cease, and Syn is mercilessly wailing on an unconscious man. Blood from the boy’s broken nose drips onto his bloodied shirt. He continues to pound his new foe until the trio from the fire runs over, weapons drawn, faces masks of worry at first, then confusion.

“Woah, what the hell?” Ylva shouts.

“Syn…are you okay?” Sylvia says.

“Yeah,” he mutters quietly, checking with one hand to see if his nose is still bleeding.

“What happened, man?” Brody asks, his heart racing.

Syn takes a moment to collect himself first, then replies.

“I…I was just walking back, and this motherfucker tried to jump me!” He kicks the man’s body, although it does little to abate his still-strong anger.

“Wha-wat?” Ylva says.

“Straight up!” Syn sniffs, then finishes, “I think he was staking the camp out, watching us. No idea how long, though.”

After he says this, the others begin to study their surroundings, as if expecting more bandits to pop up.

Suddenly, they simultaneously turn back when they hear Syn whip out his hammer.

He’s gripping it tightly, a cold gaze set on the unconscious man.

“That was too close. Had I stayed at the fire, he would’ve wandered over to Maddie! And she’s asleep!”

“Woah,” Brody starts. “Now just wait, let’s think about this. We could question hi-”

“Syn! No!” Sylvia screams.

She gasps as the boy begins to bash the bandit’s skull in, stepping forward.

But Ylva puts an arm in front of her, then gives her a look, shaking her head. She then watches on.

…This was part one of a story I hope to finish later on. Thank you.


#6415

This was fantastic, Im hoping you write more.