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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 10:31 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 3:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 2:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 5:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 1:56 pm
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Vincent peeked around the corner of a building eagerly, but saw nothing but bodies littered across the street. "*sigh* Where are the undead? More importantly where are the survivors?" Vincent looked down sadly. "Man... Claire where are you?" Vincent couldn't help but worry about the young girl. After all even in the short time they had spent together as friends he felt like she was already an old friend of his. Suddenly Vincent's head snapped up, and he rolled right under the arms of the zombie that had come up behind him, and stood up right behind him, kicked his leg, getting it on it's knees, and put his hand on the back of it's head. Then blood splattered as his hidden blade went through the zombie's skull and out the other side of it's head, killing it instantly. Vincent threw the body down and uttered a silent "I'm sorry." to the once human body on the ground. Suddenly Vincent heard movement up ahead and he looked that way and cursed suddenly. The bodies were getting up! Vincent picked up his Assault Rifle off the ground where it fell when the zombie failed to get him, and trained it at the infected's heads. "Uh oh....Claire, hun, wherever you are right now you better be safe and all, but as for me looks like..." Vincent clicked the safety off of the firearm in his hands and smirked. "...I'm in for one wild night..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 2:26 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 6:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 9:03 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 9:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 1:14 am
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(Introducing my 2nd character for this RP, is this okay with everyody?)
Suddenly, an explosion erupted in teh middle of the swarm, sending debris and zombie parts flying in all directions. Gunfire erupted from the rooftop with worn-down letters, dropping zombies in a hail of gunfire from assault rifles and machine guns. After about a minute, the shooting died down, the smoke cleared, and there was no movement on teh street below, except for the lone human that had been retreating from the horde.
"Hey, What the hell do you think you're doing out here? You're gonna get yourself, or worse, someone else, killed!" A voice shouted from the rooftop as a large and burly man with a light machine gun stepped to teh edge of the building, looking down at the lone survivor in the street.
(Vincent, this is your character he is talking to, just fyi.)
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 1:23 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 1:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 3:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 2:15 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 2:22 am
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