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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 4:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 9:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 10:20 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 5:08 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 7:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 6:35 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 6:54 am
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Mako let out a sigh, as the plane tookoff. The last of the zombies followed on the ground as if they could catch them. He still had an out-of-place smile across his face as he turned towards Vlad and his sister. He saw on her face instantly that she was weiry of him. His hand shot to cover his mouth, pushing down on his cheeks. "Sorry, wrong face to be- Its the adrenaline. Ashley! I'm going to go check-ya stowaways." He turned and dropped his Desert Eagle to the floor, grabbing at his long combat knife. "Introductions later. When I calm down a bit." He said walking down to the back of the plane. He checked out all of the cargo, finding a pack of plastic waterbottles. "All clear!" He yelled to everyone, puting his knife back to its sheath he grabbed the water, walking back to Vlad. "My name is Mako." He said to Caiela, this time with a genuenly warm smile on his face. "It's nice to meet you, Caiela." He held out a water bottle for her and Vlad. He then brought one up to Ashley, just to make sure she was doing Ok.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 4:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 7:16 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 5:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 4:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 4:16 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 2:25 pm
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"I was an executive for a small business, in Colorado." Carlton said. "Are you sure you aren't bitten. I can't have infected in my hideout. Show me your arms, neck, and legs; I doubt they would get to your torso without getting to the limbs first. Also, Here." Carlton tossed some of his food to Trevor. It was only a bag of chips, and a candy bar, but in this day and age, it was a luxury. "Might as well enjoy yourself while you can. With the food I have on me, We will best be leaving in a few days, for the outskirts, where there is less infected population, and more possible places for food. I would say, rest up, and we will leave. If we can get a bike, we will be in good luck. Those too are more found in the suburbs. So, are you with me, or are you just going to freeload my hospitality?" ((Half Life 2 is calling... >w<))
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 3:38 pm
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A zombie sat in the middle of the street, chomping down on a not-so-lucky survivor. The zombie noticed a light, it stood up and turned around, only to see a huge 18 wheeler come bombarding down the street, knocking cars to the side or sending them flying into the air, the driver inside was smirking
Rob took a sip of coffee, his windshields were covered in blood, he turned on his window wipers and swept away the blood like a tired man sleeps away his troubles. Rob looked down at his GPS, he was in LA. "Lookie here, Lookie here." He said, he slowed down the truck at the sight off a Drop crate full of food and amuntion. It only looks a couple of days old, finding one of these is rare as hell. He turned off the big, rumbling truck and took out his M1911s. He opened up the door and got out cautiously. (Continue later)
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 9:08 pm
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