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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 2:36 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 3:51 pm
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ZombieApocalypseSurvivor As they turned the corner down the street where the Quarters were, Richie noticed Maryse singing. He listened for a moment or two, trying to recognize the tune, but he couldn't place it. "Hey, Maryse, what song is that?" Richie asked, moving behind her as a man walked down the half of the sidewalk he was on so he could pass.
Maryse blushed a bit. She'd barely realized she was singing, let alone that she was singing in front of someone. Richie, in this case. "It's 'Blue Monday,' by New Order," she said, "It was one of the most important crossover tracks of the '80s pop music scene." She wanted to continue singing, but she couldn't.
When they arrived in the Quarter, Maryse was shocked.
She'd been to the Greater Toronto Area before. Many times, in fact. The city and the surrounding suburbs had been a riot of vivid color and conversation. Thousands upon thousands of people of every race and religion strolled the down the streets as though on promenade. The whole region seemed so alive, then. Men had gathered in parks and pubs and argued about politics with a sense of hope for the future. Boys had shouted the headlines from street corners, waving newspapers with the gravity of prime ministers and presidents. Women and girls had exited shops, arms laden with bags and boxes containing the latest fashions.
All the color, all the life, all the hope, was gone, now. The GTA was dead. The zombies had killed it.
The Quarter, for instance, was quiet and heavy with despair. The streets were empty and the sky was gray. The buildings leaned inward, blotting out the sun. From the outside, there had seemed a protective quality to the way the wood and stone and concrete structures huddled together over the streets, but as she walked beneath those looming facades, Maryse felt only menace. She reached into her back pocket and took out a piece of paper Jean-Mark had given her. On it, he'd written the address of the house she and Richie would be staying in. She examined the paper, then started looking for the house.
"There it is," she said, and pointed. The house was old and somewhat dilapidated. She actually liked it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 3:50 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 11:44 am
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"Wow, that's...interesting.," Richie said in a purposely exagheratted tone as he stood there, staring at the house, "Well, Let's not keep the stench waiting," He said, hobbling across the street towards the Quarters, "You coming, or do you want to use that beautiful singing voice to earn some money?" He said in a joking manner, but meaning what he said about the voice.
(Quarters escription?)
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 1:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 1:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 1:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 2:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 4:11 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 5:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 8:16 am
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ZombieApocalypseSurvivor "Wow, that's...interesting.," Richie said in a purposely exagheratted tone as he stood there, staring at the house, "Well, Let's not keep the stench waiting," He said, hobbling across the street towards the Quarters, "You coming, or do you want to use that beautiful singing voice to earn some money?" He said in a joking manner, but meaning what he said about the voice. (Quarters escription?)
(We're already in the Quarter, which I described in my last post. We've arrived at the house we'll be staying in. That being said, Jean-Mark did not tell Maryse where the house was, so I'm simply saying he gave her an address and a key to get inside. I hope that's alright with you.)
Maryse approached the house. Reaching into her back pocket once again, she took out an old brass key. She admired it for a moment, wondering how old it was, how old the house was. Then she inserted it into the keyhole and turned it. The lock clicked. Maryse tried to push the door open, but she couldn't. She threw herself against the door as hard as she thought she could without making too much noise. She threw herself against the door again and again, but it wouldn't give, wouldn't even budge. She threw herself against the door one last time, forgoing all subtlety, and the door gave with a loud crash, banging into the wall behind it.
She knew then that the house was old enough to be a pain in the a**. "Come on," she said to Richie, and disappeared inside.
The house was Victorian in style, and incredibly dark on the inside, even though it was broad daylight outside. Maryse moved forward as cautiously as she could, careful where she placed her feet, lest she run into or trip over something. Most importantly, the house was empty. Maryse was more than a little surprised to find that, in spite of the circumstances, no one else was living there. She figured that would change, in time. But for now, she was happy to have the house to herself.
Well, mostly to herself.
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 1:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 3:53 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 11:31 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 12:52 pm
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