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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 3:57 pm
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 5:33 pm
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 6:18 pm
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 7:40 pm
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Nezul (admiral you do realize you were on a staircase right?) looks out the window "you've got to be kidding me now" hits his mic button "we have more survivors llok out and you'll see smoke" (well i guess i went down the stairs biggrin ) Danny found a shot and immediately stabbed himself with it, hoping to ease the pain. Lucky for him, he was able to move again... but for how long? Dan climbed the stairs feeling refreshed. He felt good. Damn good. He ran. Running! He climbed up to the top expecting to see the chopper ready and loading with Joe, Oren, the other guy, and everyone ready to go, and immediately had a great cloud of anger come over him as he saw the horde swarm. He let our a war cry and blasted a way with his AK. Bullets went through multiple zombies, splattering bodies all over. Clip after clip, he shot and reloaded, until he finally ran out of ammo. He sees a zombie from his c**k eyed point and slams the gun into its skulled face, cracking both. He threw the gun into a crowd and reached for his ax. HIS AX! He forgot the ax! He brushed back through the crowd. He needed the ax, that was a gift, a gift he treasured and a gift that saved his life! He ran, when the shot's medicine wore off.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 7:56 pm
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 10:18 pm
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 12:28 am
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Anoko didn't give a damm about the helicopter at the moment. Anoko was looking for a decent place to sleep. He opened the door to the backroom to find a very nasty sight, a zombie laying in a pool of blood with it's lower body complety cut off and lieing on the other side of the room. The zombie was wearing a blood soaked hockey mask, so it was almost impossible for it to even hope to bite him with it on. Anoko laughed and swiftly kicked the zombie in the side of it's head, killing it instantly with the brain damage. Anoko leaned over, took off it's hockey mask and put it on himself. He also got the zombie's head off with his katana, just to be extra sure. Yawning, he placed the head up on the counter of the main room and left it their.
Hearing the noise of the helicopter again, Anoko got tired of it and loaded his hunting rifle. He climbed up to the roof of the club and aimed his rifle at someone standing inside, going for the head, "To kill... or not to kill...." Anoko said, his voice slightly muffled by the hockey mask. He didn't hear or really care about the transmission they were getting.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 1:38 am
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 7:37 am
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 11:05 am
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 1:33 pm
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 2:15 pm
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 2:19 pm
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 3:17 pm
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Anoko planed to pull the trigger, he really did, but somthing stopped him. He strayed off into memory.
"Run!" Naru screamed as loud as she could, "Their going to kill you!" She yelled, staring at Anoko, who was waiting in the middle of an intersectoin. He turned slowly back to Naru, "If I leave, they'll fallow us home, then kill us in our sleep." Anoko said darkly, "I haven't gotten this far... Just to die now..." Anoko said, "Now go"
After a few mouments of remebering, he relized he had dropped his hunting rifle on the ground below him. It was the momery of before he had gone insane, after killing about 30 raiders that day the blood drove him mad, and the effects were permeneant.
Anoko sighed and lifted his hunting rifle back up. He aimed for the poilet, foucesed for a few seconds, and pulled the trigger. It would have been a perfect headshot if the glass around it didn't stop the bullet. Anoko swore under his breath as he took a shot at one of the others, but now he was out of ammo. He knelt over and loaded more bullets into his rifle, not taking his eyes of target for a second.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 4:07 pm
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