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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 1:31 pm
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ZombieApocalypseSurvivor "Alright, I'll be right back," Richie said, struggling to stand up as Maryse came down from her stretch. He made his way down the hall and asked where he could find Jean-Mark. Someone told him tht he would probably be at the embassy two blocks away. "Thanks," Richie said, making his way back to Maryse, "I gotta talk to Jean-Mark at the embassy. You comin'? Or are you gonna look around some?"
Maryse shrugged and followed Richie as he hobbled off in the direction of the embassy. She had to slow her pace so that Richie could keep up. "You really shouldn't have come back for me," she said, referencing the the incident with the wolves in the woods, "If you hadn't, your leg would be fine."
She still found it amusing: he had come to save her, and she ended up saving him instead.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 2:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 10:49 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 2:07 pm
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"C'mon, don't be like that. I can make some more special smokes, that's all we need for barganning chips," Richie said, using his fingers to air quote the word special, "And yes, one of us surviving is better than both dying. But, I don't know. Something just...told me you were alive, but I didn't know if you could get to safety or not. That's why I went after you. I wanted to make sure you got to safety, even if it meant I didn't," Richie said, looking Maryse in the eye as he spoke.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 9:12 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 12:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 2:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 3:57 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 1:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 2:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 1:19 pm
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"Whatdya' think they have for us? A condo? A presidential suite?"
Richie was joking, but Maryse wasn't laughing. "I don't know," she said. It was true. She didn't. She had no idea what was in store for them now. She was nervous. She ran a hand through her hair. She was still getting used to how short it was, how incredibly short it was. It had never been this short before.
They walked, guided by a series of bright yellow signs that indicated the direction of the Quarter, the section of the city where the civilians lived. As they walked, a song popped into Maryse's head. Flunk's cover of New Order's 'Blue Monday'. She hummed the intro, then began to sing the lyrics. Her singing voice was soft and smooth, unlike her speaking voice. "How does it feel, to treat me like you do?" she sang, her accent making the song seem a little more exotic, "When you laid your hands upon me and told me who you are, I thought I was mistaken. I thought I heard your words. Tell me how do I feel? Tell me now, how do I feel?"
She didn't sing very often, but when she did, she enjoyed it. She enjoyed it so much that she forgot Richie was walking, hobbling, right beside her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 4:00 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 4:20 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 1:15 am
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