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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 4:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 7:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 4:59 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 5:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 7:18 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 7:41 pm
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Alex quickly grabbed some bags stuffing it into her over-shoulder bag, then slid out another necklace yet it held a smaller bag by itself. "That should be everythin-Heeey, my bandanna collection!" She grinned, grabbing them quickly adding to her bag then zipped it up. It was pretty stuffed with her belongings, along with extras she had stored since she was bit of a pack-rat. After strapping on her bag tightly, she peeked out to see the church was pretty full of infected. "Damn religious people.." Alex growled, seeing the ones they were eating was, no doubt, 'brothers' or 'sisters' of the church itself. She threw out her hook, giving one last jump before landing next to Matt at the roof, then stopped briefly to wrap up her rope. Yet she paused, hearing a vehicle either up ahead or far past them. "Hey, ya hear that too- don't you?" Alex asked as she rolled up the last bit of her rope quietly to not alarm any of the infected below the hole.
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 8:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 8:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 9:24 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 9:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 11:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 1:53 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 4:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 6:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 7:13 pm
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"Where do you find this many people anyway?" John called from a window. " I swear, there's more people alive than dead in this city. You all realize that if we keep picking people up, we're going to hit the point where we have to leave them to die after saving them, right? Imagine that happening to you, having all your hope for survival restored only to have it torn away as you're left right back where you started." "Sadly enough, the sheer depressivity...depressingness...depre... whatever, of his statement is only rivaled by it's correctness. We've got to stop this until we get somewhere we can set up a stable base." "It's the apocalypse. If you aren't depressed at some point, you're already dead." "Or ridiculously optimistic." Daniel laughed. " 'Hey, I'm getting eaten by a zombie, but it's okay! On the bright side, I won't be any threat since they're eating my arms and legs! Don't worry! I'm about to die so I won't be in pain much longer!' " He said in a mocking tone. John tried to resist laughing, but failed. "Hey, stop interrupting my misery!" "I can't help it. My survival is directly linked to yours, and you are unbelievably useless when depressed. Like that one time when-" "Okay, I'm not even sure what story you're about to tell, but if you finish this story you're either being shot, stabbed, or bound and gagged. Maybe all three." "Well what would you do if I- Hey, what's with the duct tape! What are you do- mmhph! mmmhph! mhphm!" "So yeah, hi newb, be happy you didn't show up late and get left behind." John said as he returned to the window, tape in hand. "Duct tape. There is no problem on this earth that can not be helped by it's amazing power. Now let's leave before more people get here."
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