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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 5:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 8:23 pm
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Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes Jack nodded in the dark. "Yeah sadly it is, just a small heads up i don't know what kind of experiments they were doing down here, so there may be things worse than the zombies up to lurking down here." He warned the man following behind him.
Balan felt a slight chill traversing up and down his spine at this statement, suddenly feeling much less intelligent for insisting that he would go with Jack. No matter though, he wouldn't turn back because he was stubborn as a mule. "Please let that experimenting just be putting eyeshadow on wee cuddly bunnies," He groaned, rifling through his pockets with his free hand to find something to distract himself with, "Or perhaps experimental puppies that were mutated to be extra adorable." He knew that wasn't going to be the case, it never was, but joking about it made him feel distant from it.
Finally he found what he was looking for, his miniature rubix cube. He never actually tried to solve it, he just found the rotation very therapeutic and calming.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:06 am
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Peering at it from a safe distance, Balan shuddered, "That's nae a puppy." He twisted the cube nervously in his hand as he kept glancing at it. "I really hope it's either the only one, or that they're all locked up like this one. I really don't want to run into something that looks like that in the dark"
Struggling with himself about taking out another smoke, he stayed near the door of the room. "If this is anything like a hospital, there won't be any records or drugs kept in here. Meds will be kept in a fridge, and documents will be kept in the offices. Any government-run place is like that." He said, trying to provide any helpful information he could, as well as anything that would get them out of here, before he spotted a cool storage unit in the room, "For ******** sake, they keep it in here?" He walked over to it and opened it up, peering inside.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 11:59 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:09 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 7:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 11:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 8:43 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 9:52 am
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Joe burst out of of the house he had temporarily taken shelter in, nearly falling down the front steps as several zombies chased him out into the street. Joe turned in the direction that the helicopter had flown. He had seen it fly over to the Wal-Mart part of town, which was a short run from where he was. He continued running down the street, his asthma kicking in. He pulled his inhaler from his right jeans pocket, inhaling and giving him the gift of easy air. He was halfway to the Wal-Mart by now. The helicopter had landed 18 minutes ago, and he knew that if the survivors were smart, they wouldn't stick around much longer. He just hoped that, if they were like him and left right on time, which would be in 5 minute intervals, that they weren't leaving in two minutes, and that they were running just a couple minutes late. He realized that taking the road would put him at the Wal-Mart in 5 minutes, while cutting through the yards would get him there in only 4. He considered everything as he ran from the gaining horde of zack behind him, and realized that one minute could mean the difference between getting left behind and getting out of this god forsaken place. He darted left and darted through the yards of the very small neighborhood, hitting the occasional zombie in the head with his new baseball bat, making better time then he had thought. He burst out of the last yard and saw the back of the Wal-Mart. He knew that it would be faster to cut through the Wal-Mart, but he remembered about all the people that had tried to hold out there. He still heard their screams and cries in his head. He turned right, quickly running around the side of the Wal-Mart. He made it into the parking lot just in time to see a car stop next to the building the helicopter was resting on. He tried to scream, but remembered how easily attracted those huge zombies in the Wal-Mart were to noise. He was amazed at how the people had gathered supplies without attracting them, especially since they came in a helicopter. He buckled his military-grade back pack around his waist and chest, tightened the straps so the backpack tightly hugged his back, and used the last of his energy to sprint as fast as he could towards the people coming out of the car, who were still over a hundred feet away, the trail of zombies just a little farther back then they previously were.
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Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 11:47 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 12:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 12:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 1:09 pm
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