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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 1:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 1:50 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 1:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 2:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 2:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 2:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 2:21 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 2:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 2:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 4:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 4:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 5:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 7:15 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 4:23 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 7:27 am
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ZombieApocalypseSurvivor "Well, it ai't exactly Olive Garden, but it ain't prison food either," Richie said as he took a bite of the food, "I don't think it's prison food anyway," he said, trying to lighten the mood. he watched Maryse shift in her seat, and felt her accidentally kick him. "What d'ya think is gonna happen to us now?" Richie asked, trying to make conversation.
(Wow, you don't respond to much, do you? Is Richie dead from the waist down? He's got a beautiful, nearly naked woman sitting across from him, and he doesn't seem to care. Remember also that his leg is injured. I'm sure the military has treated it, but it's still going to hurt if someone touches it.)
Maryse shrugged. "I don't know," she said, "I was told that we'd be free to go when they were done processing us, but that as long as we live here, we live by their rules." She wasn't sure she liked that idea, but she didn't see much choice in the matter. It was either live in here or die out there. Maryse was a very opinionated woman, but she wasn't willing to die for her opinions. She'd rather live than die any day of the week, she was sure of that.
"I don't know about you," she said, "but I'd like to find some new clothes as soon as possible." She looked down at her hospital gown. It was almost the same icy green color as her eyes, but more pastel. She hated that. And it was thin. She hated that, too. She was cold. She needed something to keep her warm, and her hospital gown wasn't it. She didn't know what kinds of clothes would be available under these circumstances, but anything would be better than this.
"So, Richie," she said, "what was your life like before the apocalypse?" She smiled as she said it. It was just funny to hear.
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