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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 5:46 pm
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Owen lay in the mud, his face pressed up to the scope of the .50cal sniper rifle in his arms as he watched the targets lurch through the once beautiful landscape of British Columbia. He pulled his eye back and glanced over at the other surviving squad members in similar positions, waiting to fire upon the infected. He put the scope back up to his eye and pulled the trigger. A moment later the zombie's head exploded in a flash of red and gore, splattering the trees with its cerebrum. The other infected turned their heads and moaned, moving towards the smell of human flesh. A moment later the group was cut down in the barrage of Delta Squad's sniper fire. Owen stood up, slinging his .50cal over his back and nodding to Coles, "Alright, lets get moving, orders are to keep moving through to the Rocky Line then to move up with Gamma into the garrison." Coles nodded, "Alright Cap'n, I'll get the others." Owen nodded and walked towards the old logging road, he sighed, things had been hard since the fight in Toronto at the Gardener Expressway, they'd won, but at a terrible cost, most of the standing army there had been wiped out, leaving only a few squads left to guard the main perimeter they had established in the past couple months. Owen's CO had sent him to BC to get government re-inforcements. Owen bent down and looked at one of the ferns, he sighed, looking at its blood-stained leaves. He got back up and moved on.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 12:52 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 2:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 7:15 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 5:56 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 7:02 pm
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"What's wrong with pistols?!" Ryli snapped, cradling her new weapons in her hands. She went into a corner, away from everyone else. Luckily, she had gotten out and grabbed the supplies from the truck and drug them inside. The small space heater was set up in the center of the room, and she stacked the boxes of food in the hallway. Finally, she set up her pile of blankets in the corner. Her soft, green blanket, the 'new' pillows, Harold, and her computer...For the first time in months, she felt safe. Ryli snuggled up in her blankets, looking at the computer screen. There weren't any blips on her radar. No zombies, at least for now. "We can relax...At least for a while...There isn't anything moving for miles."
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 7:51 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 1:15 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 5:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 5:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 9:36 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:48 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 5:41 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 1:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 6:10 pm
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