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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 8:38 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 8:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 8:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 10:22 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 10:30 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 10:34 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 10:36 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 10:40 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 10:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 10:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 7:36 am
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The Red Army humvees burst over the snowbanks, behind them were two trucks with snowplows on the front of them. As they got nearer to the Infected horde, two of the Humvees split off from the main group to go around the zombies, followed closely by the trucks, pushing up snow walls around the infected, when both of the plows had passed each other, they stopped and everyone in them got out, loading their AK-47s and leaping up onto the brim of the snow wall. The Humvees parked in as good a circle they could around the snow wall and everyone but the gunner got out, when everyone who was fighting on food was on the snow wall, they opened fire, unleashing a storm of bullets into the midst of the infected with AK and turret, above them, Raznov's chopper was circling overhead and firing into the midst of of the carnage as well.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 9:00 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 10:08 am
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Joe tossed the pack of Trip's special cigs from the States next to Trip's plate.
"Unopened, as fresh as you can get nowadays," Joe said, looking at his half eaten steak. He looked at his glass of wine in front of him. Being 18, he had never had alcohol before, and he didn't exactly want to have any either, at least not for the time being.
"Hey, umm, excuse me," Joe asked one of the servants, "You don't by chance have any Mountain Dew soda, do you? I'm not an alcohol person."
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 10:12 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 10:22 am
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"I'm a packrat, so to speak. If I see something that I think is going to be useful in anyway in the future, whether it is for barganing, negotiation, or just for defense, I grab it, if I have room. I grab anything, cigs, money, explosives, just in case," Joe said, looking at Bianca and Kearo with a normal look, then he looked back at Trip, "I have like twenty of those packs in my room. I don't smoke them, and I was saving them to use as currency in case I found another human who valued a smoke more than a bullet. You'd be surprised what people would do for a taste of the Old World."
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