Trouble in Ravenstown

When the virus broke out, everyone who acted quickly went to hole up in the M&T Bank Stadium. Baltimore was hit hard with the virus, and the surviving humans were unorganized and their numbers were thinning down. Those who were in the stadium were well equipped. Food from looted grocery stores kept the people alive. Guns from the firing ranges and police stations kept survivors safe when they needed to leave the safe areas. Survivors only traveled in groups. When Dominic's crew left the safety of the stadium to look for food, water and other valuables, they packed a serious load-out. There were seven people. Two carried pump action Remington 870s, two more carried AK-47s, 2 carried M4A1 carbines, and Dominic carried a M60 light machine gun. The group also carried 11 pistols, mainly Glock 17s and  H&K USPs with a few clips with hollow point bullets for emergencies. They left the stadium and started walking up Baltimore-Washington Pkwy. There was a Staples across the road, and they decided to head there to look for more survivors.
When the approached the door they realized it was all boarded off except for an opening on the other side of the building. They entered and called out to see if any survivors were staying there. They heard no responses, but they immediately smelled corpses. As they proceeded to check isles, the smell became more intense. Down the school supplies isle they saw the corpse. One of the guys in the group puked, and everyone evacuated the isle. As they looked down the next isle they saw two men standing motionlessly. "Yo, what you doin' man? You dead?" Yelled Darrell. "Man I think they're zombies, man. Go check Dom." Said Ray Lewis. "I didn't know you were scared of zombies, Ray. I thought you were the big tough linebacker man." Said Dominic. Ray Lewis replied, "that don't matter at a time like this! Ok... Alright, I got it." Ray slowly walked towards the motionless people. As he was around two yards away, the men turned around revealing their rotten zombified faces. "Holy Shit!" Screamed Ray Lewis as he instinctively ran towards the zombies and tackled them both in one hit. He then got up and stomped the zombies heads, killing them instantly. "Damn Ray, wish we had a slow-mo replay for that." Said Darrell. Ray Lewis walked back to the awe inspired group. "Grab what you can and lets get out of here." He said. So the group left the Staples and moved on to find food and survivors.
After a lengthy walk to Fells Point, the group encountered a herd of about 13 zombies. Dominic ran forward and began spraying the undead with machine gun fire. His first drum killed four of them. Then the whole group aimed for the heads and made quick work of all but one zombie. Ray Lewis ran towards the zombie and put his foot in its ugly face. "Thats it!" Said Ray, "Who wants to go back to M&T?" Everyone raised their hands. On the walk back, they came across a few stray zombies, but no big problems. As they got closer to safety, they saw ravens circling above the stadium. As they approached the gate they saw a few people running frantically out of the stadium. "What's goin' on here?" Said Darrell. One fleeing man yelled, "The ravens are infected, they are getting everyone! Run!" Dominic dropped his gun, "let's go!" "No, I'm going in, I gotta save the rest of my team." Said Ray Lewis. "We will wait 10 minutes for you, after that we're leaving." Replied Dom.
10 long minutes later, Dominic saw Ray Lewis walking slowly back towards him, followed by the entire Baltimore Ravens team. "Please tell me you're all still alive." Yelled Dom. "BRAAAAAIIIIIINNNNS!" Screamed Ray Lewis as he and the rest of the Ravens ripped Dominic's group apart, piece by piece.

You Got Knocked Out!

Here it was, the biggest fight of Paul Thompson's life. He had never been so nervous for a fight. The last time he felt nervous was when he started out, it was because of the risks of underground street fighting. But he was the best around, undefeated so far, he had great talent for fighting. Winning this fight would get him 3 grand, and he needed the money. As he stepped into the cage, he looked into the eyes of his opponent, he  was at least 4 inches taller than Paul and looked like someone who if you saw on the street you would cross immediately. Before he knew it, the ref said "fight!" Paul kept his guard up as he bounced toward the other fighter. He waited for the first punch to fly. It never came, instead it was a kick to the leg. Paul stumbled backwards. He had never been kicked that hard, but he didn't show his pain. A punch followed that hit Paul behind the ear. He heard ringing in his ears, but recovered quickly. He shot for a takedown and took the legs from under the fighter. Paul broke out of the other fighter's grip and started whipping punches at his face. He got kicked off of him and got back up. Paul was feeling confident and he charged in for a big punch. Next thing Paul knew he was on his back. He asked the ref, "What happened?" The ref replied, "You got knocked out!"

Saloon Showdown

The saloon doors swung open as a man of considerable size stepped in. He shook the trail dust off of his clothes and adjusted his hat. All eyes were on him as he walked towards the bar and ordered a shot of whiskey. After quickly drinking the whiskey, he turned around and everyone went back to their business. Five more shots of whiskey and 20 minutes later, a man got up from his seat and approached the slightly inebriated cowboy."You done had quite a few drinks feller." Said the stranger. "I don't believe we've met before... me and you.... sir." Replied the drunk cowboy. Then the stranger said, "You look familiar; say aint you Jonah Williamson's boy?" The cowboy's eyes widened, and he almost lost his balance. "Hey, that there's my father's name, and my name is J-Jack Williamson. Who in the heck is askin' mister?" Said Jack. "I knew your father, boy. We used to ride together. He was a good man, but he made some rather fatal mistakes." Said the stranger. Jack raised his voice, "Now who in the hell do you think you are tellin' me about my f-father mister? You better get the hell out of this town before I put a bullet between your damn eyes!" Jack put his hand on his revolver while trying to keep his balance. The stranger quickly replied, "I would suggest that you leave this saloon now," he pointed to himself and 3 other men, "me n' my gang here wouldn't appreciate having to bury your corpse like we did your father's."

Yoshi's Mistake

Yoshi Nakamura was one of the most skilled athletes in his village near Kyoto, Japan. He loved to jump, climb, and run. But most of all, he loved martial arts, especially Ninjutsu, the art of the shinobi, or more commonly, the ninja. Every day he practiced running on the roofs of houses and jumping from one to another. He liked to pretend he was a ninja, however he had never met nor seen a ninja with his own eyes. One day, he was running through the village with his friends, when he accidentally bumped into someone. As Yoshi got up to look at who he had bumped in to, he found himself gazing upon a samurai knight in a full suit of armor. The samurai had a traditional helmet with horns and a mask covering his face which looked like the face of a demon. As his friends looked on, Yoshi got up from the ground gingerly. He looked up and waited for the intimidating samurai knight to speak. "Young man, why were you running so fast, are you in a rush to get some place?" Said the samurai. Yoshi Replied, "No sir, I was just practicing to be a ninja!" The samurai's expression quickly turned hostile. "Why would you ever practice to be such a person? Get out of my sight young man, I don't ever want to see you doing this again." Yoshi felt embarrassed in front of his friends. He wanted to get back at the samurai one way or another. Now more than ever, he wanted to become a ninja. But in order to become a ninja, he had to find a ninja. A few days later, Yoshi decided it would be good practice to spy on a group of samurai while they were in the forest at night. He waited until dark, and then followed three samurai knights on the road from the village. As they got deeper into the forest, one of the samurai exclaimed that he heard noises and drew his sword. In a matter of seconds, the samurai wielding his sword dropped it and put his hand on his neck. Soon after, he collapsed. While the other two samurai were alarmed, shadowy figures emerged from the trees and made quick work of them. Yoshi quietly looked on from a safe distance, wanting to approach the ninjas. As the ninjas dragged the bodies into the pitch black forest, Yoshi stood at a safe distance beside a tree. He softly said to the ninjas, "Hello, my name is Yoshi Nakamura, and I would like to learn to be a ninja."

Detective Work: Revised

There was glass everywhere and blood stained the yellow carpet. Detectives Brown, Smith, and Adams walked into the foul smelling apartment. Looking at the precise bullet hole between the eyes of the victim, Detective Smith was almost positive that the suspect was a trained killer. Detective Brown took pictures of the scene while Adams looked for signs of a struggle or forced entry, then he dusted the doorknob for fingerprints and took blood samples. While examining the window, Adams opened the curtains to find a shattered window, and then dusted the window frame for fingerprints. There was no evidence of an intruder whatsoever. Meanwhile, Smith determined the time of death to be 6 and a half hours before. Brown shut off the TV, which was still on from when the murder occurred. The detectives regrouped outside the room. "Damn, no signs of forced entry, no fingerprints, no evidence, nothing" said Adams. "We have no leads?" said Smith. "No, we're dealing with a professional" said Adams. "Is there anything we can do now?" said Brown. "I'm afraid not Jim" replied Smith. Four days later, there are still no leads, no evidence, no proof of anything. The only possible lead they could have was the bullet which was found in shreds inside of the victim's skull. Jim Brown woke up the next morning, five days after the murder. He went to get coffee at Dunkin' Donuts like usual. But as he sat down, something disturbed him. The man who committed this crime is out there somewhere. In fact, Jim thought that he could be watching him at this very moment.

Detective Work

There was glass everywhere and blood stained the yellow carpet. Detectives Brown, Smith, and Adams walked into the foul smelling apartment. Looking at the precise bullet hole between the eyes of the victim, Detective Smith was almost positive that the suspect was a trained killer. Detective Brown took pictures of the scene while Adams looked for signs of a struggle or forced entry, then he dusted the doorknob for fingerprints and took blood samples. While examining the window, Adams opened the curtains to find a shattered window, and then dusted the window frame for fingerprints. There was no evidence of an intruder whatsoever. Meanwhile, Smith determined the time of death to be 6 and a half hours before. Brown shut off the TV, which was still on from when the murder occurred. The detectives regrouped outside the room. "Damn, no signs of forced entry, no fingerprints, no evidence, nothing" said Adams. "We have no leads?" said Smith. "No, we're dealing with a professional" said Adams. "Is there anything we can do now?" said Brown. "I'm afraid not Jim" replied Smith. Three days later, Jim Brown was looking over his photos from the crime scene. A particular photo looking out the window caught his eye. In the background of the picture he saw a building with a roof, which would be a great vantage point. It was the perfect sniper spot.