To Raid San Zanita: Chapter 15 THE END

[Obadiah Jib]

Chapter 14:   San Zanita sleeps with the worms

If you choose to flee via the garbage gate you exit with a small group of Spanish peasants and a handful of mixed blood slaves.  A trio of zombies attempts to run you down but your martial skills makes short work of them!  As you push through the garbage gate you hear the familiar sound of musket fire.  Suddenly the Spaniard to your left jerks back, his throat foaming blood from a well aimed musket ball.  Along the edges of the cornfield and the woodlands you catch a glimpse of your fellow buccaneers!


If you decided to make a run out of the main gate you find it crowded with fleeing soldiers and hostile zombies.  You manage to run past most of the conflict and avoid taking damage from the chaos that surrounds you.  As you near the gate you see a Spanish soldier attempting to mount his horse!  The beast has gotten the sent of the walking dead and wants to flee without his rider!  If you have the Equestrian: Skill at the Exceptional or Master level you can leap into the saddle and ride away before the Spaniard can react.  If not you must run as fast as you can or else die at the hands of the zombie invaders!

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Dawn is breaking as you arrive on the edge of the beach.  Gun fire irrupts from hidden pirate snipers.  Peasants, slaves, soldiers and nobles alike rush toward the shoreline in the hope of a cache of hidden long boats to take them to safety.  The zombies shuffle after the crowd attempting to kill everything they catch.  You can almost feel the slavering breath of the zombie hordes as you flee for the water!  Musket fire explodes about you!  Screams in multiple languages fill the humid morning air.  Then as you look toward the rising sun you see it!  Neptune's Daughter with Captain Gilbert Lanoue at the helm crest on the surf!  The gunnels are loaded with buccaneers ready for battle and the swivel guns loaded and aimed and the shore!  You also see Pedro Luis Lopez with a noose around his neck tied to a cannon ball!  What can this mean?

You have come so far and faced so many foes!  The chance to escape looms before you or will you draw steel and fight Spaniard and Voodoo Spawn alike?  What do you do and what fate befalls San Zanita?  Post your own ending!

[Lady Amy of York]

The end allready ?!!    Time flies when you are having fun! 

  I would like to applaud Obadiah Jib and say "Huzzah mate. Job well done. Thanks for  the fun time, and having such a great and  creative imagination ."

To my fellow players " It is has been fun playing with all of  you. I love the imagination some of you have. Good game. We need to do this again sometime.I am going to miss the fun in here."

Well gee, now i have to think of  a good ending for  my character.  Lets see now......

[Welsh Wench]

Seeing as how I have a great pair of lungs, I decide to do a little underwater swimming. I move off to the side and from the underbrush, I wade into the water and take a dive. I surface occasionally, get a gulp of air and dive below again.

Finally I reach Neptune's Daughter. The quartermaster who always thought I looked cute in my red dress, lowers a ladder down and I board the ship.
I plead Pedro's life by telling the crew that if it weren't for his brother, I may be a zombie blue-plate special.
Devoured with relish.
*hush your mouth, Spleen*  

Anyways, I offer a romp on the high seas with the captain as an incentive. The buccaneers take the noose off Lopez's neck.
He will be let go at the next port with a few pesos to book passage to wherever he wants to go.

The captain takes me on as his woman. I get what I want, he gets what he wants and we sail happily ever after.

But as I look back at San Zanita, an earthquake shudders the ground and San Zanita sinks to the sea in a cloud of dust.
Then eerie quiet. Like it was never even there.
Zombie, the living....no trace of it has ever been found and it is now part of the In Search Of series with Leonard Nimoy.

I wake up in my own bed. The calendar says April 2010. I rub my eyes and look under the bed.
It was a dream...or was it?
I wonder, as I look down at the strange ring on my hand......

Jib, I want to thank you for a wonderful adventure story! It was great.
Can we do it again? Huh? Can we? Can we? Huh? Huh? Huh?

Fellow players, I loved playing with each and every one of you! The creativity but mostly the wit.....THAT is what I miss from the old forum and what seems to be sadly lacking on the new one.
And I thank you all.

[Lady Amy of York]

Seeing how I am a highly skilled  horse  woman,  I grab a  stray horse i  spot grazing on some  grass.  I  leap on it's  back  and  we go charging  full gallop towards  the  beach.   We   don't  stop  when  we hit  the  water.  I hold on tightly to the horses  mane,  as the horse plunges into the water.  Together we ride  the  waves.

The horse panics  a bit, as  the waves crash around  us, but I am able to  calm her  down.  I  soon spot  a  ship.  It is  the Neptune's Daughter.  I   shout out  for  help.    The crew  aboard  throws  some  ropes   out  to me  .  I  tie  them around  the horse  and  grab onto it's  mane  and  the  crew hauls  the  both  of us  aboard  the  ship.

I plead Pedro's  life   and  also  my own.    I  make  a deal  with  the captain  and  the crew. I tell them  about me  being  born into nobility,  and that my family is   quite  wealthy and that if  they pardon  Pedro's  life  and  my own,  my father would  pay  them very well.


A few more lingering survivors  make it  from San Zanita  aboard  the  ship.  We  wait  to see if  any more e show up. After waiting a hour,  we  decide  to set  sail.

We set sail  for   the  shores of Ireland, where my family resides.  My family is  happy  to see  me  alive  and  well,  and  my father who is happy  to have his rebellious  daughter  back under  his  watchful eye, pays   the captain, and  the crew  a nice  amount of gold  coins.

I  spend a few  months  at home, but the call of  the sea   soon  beckons  me  to  follow.  I purchase   my own ship,  recruit a fine  looking crew, and  set  off on new  adventures.

[Capt Spleen]

.....Such chaos...... Me? I just walk around on the beach until I hear gunfire coming from the ocean. Not wanting to get caught up in any "friendly fire", I casually walk back against the grain of frightened bodies running towards the water. Sidestepping The Zombie pursuers, I see a cute little zombie ambling towards me lookin right thru me. I think *I wonder about this anti-zombie-no see um-mudpaste*
I trip the gazing cutie and scoop a generous portion of the mudpaste and force it down her throat. She immediatly gags, falls to the ground holding her throat, gasping for air, turning blue from gray, she falls to the ground, still, just laying there. After a short time, she violently gasps air into her lungs as her eyes look right at me......Uh oh! ........ then an amazing thing occurs ......... color starts to fill her face. And the gaze become one of bewilderment, and fright. She has emotion. She appears human. Living human. Not dead.  But rather........ pretty,....... If I can call a zombie pretty.
She rushes me with a frightened look in her eyes, "whoa lil Miss Zombette", says I. She proclaims "Please Sir, you will protect me?" I melt at her doe like golden brown eyes, and she holds me like a little scared child. Shaking.
We discover that not only has the mudpaste brought her back to human form, but she enjoys the same protection from other zombies that I am mudded to....... I take her and find Gallant. We "restore" him back to human form, and he sees what I have in....."What's your name lass?" "Bernice", She replies. And Gallant then finds himself a lil Hottie Zanita zombette, which we "restore" also. Her name? Juanita from San Zanita. Bernice has a bungalow on the other side of the island in a hidden cove. Where we hole up for the weekend. Yup we have a fine time with Bernice and Juanita. It comes to be known as "Weekend at Bernice's."
And these two ex zombie lasses, are indeed two very live wires!

Well as time and two live wire ex zombies might have it. Bernice and i have a little boy named Ben. Gallant and Juanita have a boy named Jerry.

These two enterprising young island men make good, and open an  ice cream stand called Ben And Jerry's Gelato concoctions with flavor names such as:

Cool Zombie Runnings
Mortuary Killer Carmel
Vile All The While Vanilla
Go Gallant Double Scoop Rum
Musket Shot Double Expresso Cramed De la Creme
Chocolate Mambo
I Neeta Juanita Zanita
Igbe Mudslide
And My Favorite - I Spleen Fer Iz Cream

Cool! Very Cool!

What a sweet Adventure!!!!

* And to this day sometimes in the night, the wind shrills.......SPLEEN....*

[Lady Amy of York]

Capt Spleen. what an imagination. I loved the Ben and Jerry part.Interesting ice  cream flavors. LOL !  Thanks ! I needed a good laugh today. It has been fun all. We need to do this again  sometime.

[Captain Jack Wolfe]

I push through the heavy garbage grate, which is caked and clogged with all manner of refuse.  As I try to get my bearings, one of the peasants reels backward, clutching his throat.  He's been shot!  But where did the musket fire come from?  Up ahead I see a small group of buccaneers at the edge of a cornfield.  I wave my arms as I begin to run towards them, but I have to duck quickly as they fire another volley.  Why on earth are they shooting at us?

A scream from behind me tells the tale.  A small group of zombies has attacked the rear of our little band of refugees.  They've taken hold of an old mulatto woman.  She reaches out to us as the zombies tear at her, and all we can do is watch in horror.
"Run!" I yell to the others.  "Fast as you can, to the cornfield!  We can't help her!"
We run for our lives, trying to stay ahead of the undead monsters and out of the path of flying musket balls.  I look behind to see where the zombies are now.  They're done with the mulatto woman and the fallen Spaniard, and have turned their attentions back to us.  But we're far enough ahead.  The cornfield is only a few yards away.  Rescue is at hand!

My steps slow, however, when I realise that musket fire has all but ceased.  The buccaneers are engaged in a desperate, futile hand to hand fight for their lives against another group of zombies.  The monsters must have come up behind them in an ambush.  I try skirting the edge of the cornfield, trying to follow it, hoping I'm headed back toward the water.  Surely these thing can't swim!

My efforts are in vain.  Zombies begin stepping out from the rows of corn, snatching and clawing as I try to race past.  I'm running in complete panic now.  I can hear every pounding beat of my heart as I try to outrun these hellish things.  Something grabs my ankle, and I go down hard in the sand.  With the screams of the dying peasants and slaves ringing through the night air, I struggle to get back to my feet.

But it's too late for me.  Icy, impossibly strong yet lifeless hands take hold of me, dragging me backwards.  I'm thrown to the ground on my back.  As I look up, the last thing I see is the grotesque phantasm of the zombies descending upon me...

I sit upright like a shot, sending a half-empty can of Pepsi splashing to the carpet.  I'm in the living room of my home, still lying safely on the couch.  Apparently I had dozed off whilst watching television.  In the fitfulness of my dream, I had managed to tangle myself up in an old blanket.
"That's the last time I eat double-jalapeño nachos with extra cheese at this hour," I tell myself.
I disengage myself from the blanket, and fumble around for the remote.  I aim it at the TV, wondering for a moment what possessed me watch a late night George Romero film marathon, and hit the button to turn the TV off.  

After a half-hearted attempt at cleaning up the spilt Pepsi, I decide it's time to go to bed.
"What a silly dream," I tell myself.  "Zombies.  Of all the ridiculous..."
A chill draft hits me and makes me shiver, so go to the window to shut it.  As I slide it in its track, the wind picks up suddenly, and ghostly voice carried upon it seems to whisper "Woooolllfffe...."

I trudge up the stairs, resolving to myself that tomorrow that damned old willow tree is coming down.