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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 6:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 6:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 6:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 7:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 7:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 7:44 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 4:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 5:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 4:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 6:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 7:03 pm
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The low, aggravating moan of the nearby undead were drowned out by the subtle blasting of Chelsea Grin's "Wasteland" on an iPod safely tucked away in Maxi's pocket. His perch on top of the department store was far from noticeable. He traveled light, not having much need for much gear besides what he carried inside a lightweight military pack. His eyes were forever alert to the slow moving ghouls that had currently wandered close to his position. Probably reacting to the sounds of him having setting off the alarm of a nearby car by accident. but it had long gone off by now. He leaned his head back onto the light post and twirled his War Spike (A weapon that resembled brass knuckles, with a 9 in' titanium spike protruding horizontally from the side of it, perfect for quick, powerful punctures) in his hands. He looked at his watch: It was almost time to move. He picked up a nearby stone and flung it to the car that he had set off earlier. He struck it, setting off the alarm once again. The zombies began to moan louder, their heads darting towards the sharp piercing sound of the car alarm. They moved in swarm, abandoning their original positions and investigating the noise. Maxi grabbed the light post and slid down, landing softly so as not to attract any unwanted attention. He looked ahead of him and mapped out his path, sprinting forward. He leaped over the hood of cars, scaled the surrounding fence and darted off towards the outskirts of the city. Hopefully his new destination would be more of a gold mine when it came to scavenging. He continued to free run his way through the chaotic scenery in search for.....Anything. He had not seen another person for months and his last encounter was less than pleasant. He had gotten something useful out of it though: A 9mm pistol with 14 rounds in the magazine. The only firearm he cared to keep around. The newly developed apocalypse had done wonders for his free running skills. He now had no choice but to practice at every moment of every day for his own survival. As far as he was concerned he was alone, and he knew that keeping it this way only guaranteed him limited time on this Dead Planet.
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