Zombieland [IC - Will be accepting more players soon!]
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				Title: <strong>Zombieland [IC - Will be accepting more players soon!]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 09:24:42</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/WallyWorldComplete.png)</div><div align="center"><em>Not the greatest graphic in the world, but oh well.</em></div><br><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Mission One: Goin’ Shoppin’</span></span><br><br>Welcome to Wally World<br><br><strong>Objective</strong>: Kill any zombies that get in your way, go shopping, and make friends.<br><br><strong>Navigation Aid</strong><br>The Zombie Heads = Zombies<br>The Evil Smiley Face = Boss<br><br><strong>Speedy Interaction Tips</strong><br><br>If you would like to ensure a speedy, logical, and comfortable interaction just follow these steps:<br>1.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;First person to post either in the parking lot or the aisle is the best person to choose as a starting point. Same for another person who posts and their character is alone, engage them.<br>2.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Be sure to have your character assist and engage that character whether he or she is in need or not.<br>3.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Try to avoid engaging the same player’s character; there are only six of us after all. There is an even amount of boys and girls we all can interact with.<br><br><strong>In Character Rules</strong><br><br>1.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Do not forget the zombies. There are four zombies in the parking lot, and if you just post walking into the supermarket without having dealt with them, then we’re going to have problems.<br>2.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;You do not have to kill ALL the zombies in the entire mission.<br>3.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Be sure to post how many zombies your character kills and remember, try not to be “that guy” who kills a grocery store full of zombies with a toothpick and duct tape. Example: Bottom right corner beneath your post - <strong>Kills</strong>: 0 (You can play with the font on that kill meter). You will be required to keep your kill count updated for the rest of the RP. You should only update it when your character kills a zombie.<br>4.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Depending on how your character kills a zombie, he or she may qualify for <strong>Zombie Kill of the Week</strong>. There will be one awardee every mission so feel free to try and out do each other. For those who might not have seen the film, to qualify for Zombie Kill of the Week, your character has to kill a zombie in either: the coolest, grusomest, funniest, or flawless way. Pretty much a bad ass kill. We will have a democratic vote on who gets this award, it shall be a secret ballot. At the end of the mission you will PM me your votes when I open up the polls.<br>5.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Feel free to be as gory as you want. That’s why this is in extreme. <br>6.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If you go near the boss area (the evil smiley face), he WILL see your character and thus your character will initiate the boss battle.<br>7.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Loud noises will attract zombies.<br>8.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Be descriptive, be detailed, and remember <strong><span class="bbc_u">200 words minimum</span></strong> (<em>Though I won't be counting, it just better look like 200 words</em>).<br>9.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Have fun and kick ass!<br><br><strong>Clarifications</strong><br><br>1. Be sure to specify which entrance you're entering. The entrance on the left of the map or the entrance on the right. So pretty much, western most entrance or eastern most entrance. The east entrance will put you right in front of the boss.<br>2. You either post an entrance of your character already in the store or have them start in the parking lot. If you decide to start in the parking lot, then yes, you got zombies on your hands. However, you can just start in the store and can choose a random aisle to be strolling. <br><br><strong>Important Links</strong><br><br>Recruitment Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85155.0)<br>Character Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85696.msg3770647#msg3770647)<br>OOC (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=86784.0)<br><br><strong>Posting Order</strong><br><br>Lady Reign<br>Gravik<br>Dark Deception<br>TheGlyphstone<br>Writersblockade<br>Female <br>Female 
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Reign</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 19:53:00</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Rule Four: Seat Belts</span></span><br><hr><hr><span style="font-family: tahoma;" class="bbc_font"><br>The car engine revved while the fingers of Las Vegas gripped the steering wheel like a profession driver would in one of those action films right before burning some bad ass rubber. It was just too bad she had broken into a mini van instead of some old hot rod muscle car. Either way, her brown eyes narrowed at the two zombies that stood in her way of entering Wally's World. A baseball bat was not going to hold up against multiple opponents and so Las Vegas had commandeered an abandoned vehicle which amazing still had the keys inside. The interior had that smell of baby vomit, sweat, and cigarettes. Soccer Mom, she had thought when first getting into it without checking the back seats.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The girl used her left hand to reach behind and grab for the seat belt before pulling it over her body and clicking it into a secure place. Las Vegas shifted around slightly in her seat and then smirked. Time to play. She rammed a hand down on the horn to draw the attention of the zombies, who whirled around with a snarl. Number One was apparently someone that has worked here, easily seen by the orange buggy boy vest hugging to his fat stomach. Number Two seemed to be some small Asian woman, and Las Vegas assumed that she had worked at the nail salon across the street. Hey, even in a zombie apocalypse, stereotypes still survived. <br><br>With limbs flailing and rotten human flesh still dangling from their chops, the blood stained, half-dressed zombies went running towards the car in that awkward lumbering sprint. It would have been easier for Las Vegas to press down on the gas pedal if it weren't for the fact that Buggy Boy had lost his pants along his travels in the apocalypse. Good God, what a hideous sight; that nasty ass gray phallus swinging back and forth between his legs. Someone please put the guy out of his misery or get him some pants. <br><br></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family: tahoma;" class="bbc_font">She'd never look at a cock the same way again after that.</span></div><span style="font-family: tahoma;" class="bbc_font"><br>The tires squealed against the pavement, and the van moved forward at surprising speed. Las Vegas placed both hands on the wheel and let nothing break her concentration while gaining momentum with the vehicle. The zombies kept on running towards her, while another pair had turned around the corner to follow after the first. She hadn't planned for more than just the two but her method of zombie slaying a.k.a Zombie Bowling, would still work. It was just going to hurt a bit... <br><br>"Come get some," she yelled out in the vehicle while preparing for the first wave of zombies hitting the van. Las Vegas pressed on the pedal even more to gain as much speed as she could during the last moment before impact. Hitting the Asian Lady and Buggy Boy was like slamming into a wall thanks to the fat ass human-muncher. Las Vegas could literally feel her slight frame lifting up in the seat before careening towards the steering wheel when the hood of the van rammed into the large, rotting bodies. After the initial hit though, it was like running over far too large speed bumps, which the girl had no problem doing. The van suffered more than Las Vegas though, and wasn't going to be much use after her mission was done in the parking lot. The zombies' heads had exploded along the pavement, popping like some horrible zits on a pubescent teen's face before their innards had also been squished out of their bodies like toothpaste from the roll. Disgusting. <br><br>Now to deal with the unexpected surprise zombies that were running towards her weapon of choice; the Soccer Mom Van. Las Vegas composed herself to sitting upright once more and sped the car up with a push against the pedal while re-gripping the wheel. "Time to go shopping motherfu--" <br><br>DING went the front doors before they exploded with glass from the van tearing through them and into the building, splattered with zombie parts. The tires squealed against the tile floor as it came to a sudden stop just beside the <strong>Hair Care</strong> section. A few seconds later a foot dressed in a black boot landed on the floor before its mate joined as a head rolled off of the hood to thud against her boot. The girl placed a boot upon the decapitated zombie cranium and took up her baseball bat.&nbsp; <br><br></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family: tahoma;" class="bbc_font">"Clean up on aisle three." </span></div><hr><hr><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Zombie Kills: Four<br>Zombie Kill of the Week: Zero</span></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombieland [IC - Will be accepting more players soon!]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gravik</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 23:44:39</strong>
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				Reno didn’t bother to slow down too much around the corner to get into the parking lot of Wally World. He downshifted into second gear then pressed down on the gas pedal, only instead the engine revved and the truck continued at the same speed. “Piece of shit truck…” he mumbled. That wasn’t the first time he’d shifted into gear then had it immediately pop out of gear. Guess that’s what he got for having an older truck. It definitely hadn’t been on the top of his list for vehicles to drive. He could think of a hundred things he’d much rather drive than a 1995 Ford F150. The Ford Mustang he’d had before all the people had turned into flesh hungry monsters had been at the top of his list. It was a shame the car hadn’t been practical. Oh well. He’d find another one at some point, so the truck would have to do for now, even though it had all sorts of problems. It badly needed a new transmission, it needed oil – which was the main reason he was stopping at Wally World – along with the other essential fluids to keep a truck running smoothly. And it also had god knew how many miles on it.<br><br>The parking lot looked just like he expected. Cars here and there still in parking spots. Maybe Reno would get lucky and find a more reliable car – one that the keys were still in the ignition. He drove around the back part of the parking lot, scoping things out to make sure there wouldn’t be any surprises awaiting him. He’d had enough surprises for one day after he’d stopped at a sporting goods store to acquire another baseball bat.&nbsp; Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he turned down one of the end aisles on the right side of the parking lot, heading towards the part of the store that was for certain the grocery part of the store.&nbsp; As he was driving, he felt the truck go over something that felt like a speed bump. Looking in the rear view mirror, he was a dead body, brains splattered over the pavement and both arms missing. A third of the way down the aisle though it was blocked off by cars. “Figures…” Reno murmured. He popped the truck into reverse then began to back down the aisle, running over the body for the second time. Yeah, it was already dead, but he needed to have a little fun. Enjoy the little things after all.<br><br>Maybe he would try the other end of the store instead. After all, the auto-care section was most likely there anyways. Once backed out of the end aisle, Reno drove towards the aisle on the opposite end of the parking lot. About three quarters of the way down, Reno came to a stop. The main doors ahead looked like a car had crashed right through with the glass splashed all over the ground. This spot would do. Reno shut the engine off, and then reached over for the Remington hunting rifle resting against the passenger seat. But he soon pulled his hand back and went for the handgun instead. The hunting rifle had been something he’d gotten at a hunting store only a few weeks before the world went to shit. He then slid out of the truck. Reno tucked the handgun into the waistband of his jeans then grabbed the metal baseball bat out of the bed of the truck. That should be sufficient. Reno was anticipating there would be zombies in the store and a handgun and baseball bat should be plenty to take care of business. After all, his last baseball bat had shattered quite a few skulls before needing to be replaced.<br><br>Reno started towards the main doors, stepping through the shattered pieces of glass. Yup, a car, well, more like a van, had definitely smashed through the doors. He stopped for a moment, then decided to go through a different way. The lawn and garden area. Another sliding glass door, only this one was in tact. Reno went up and tried to pry the door open but to no avail. He shrugged, then stepped back a bit and swung the baseball bat. One, two, three swings and the glass completely shattered. Way to stay quiet. Reno then stepped through the door just in time to be greeted by customer service, with his swollen beer belly swinging dangerously side to side. “Jesus…” Reno murmured. When the fat bloke was close enough, Reno swung high, the metal bat connecting with the zombie’s head, stopping it dead in its tracks. It began to twitch around on the floor as Reno stepped closer then swung again, the second blow causing the zombie’s skull to split open. Lights out. Reno looked down at the dead corpse in disgust. People sure had gotten fatter and fatter, that was for sure.<br><br>Reno continued on into the lawn and garden area, wanting to get into the main part of the store. As he rounded a corner, he nearly ran right into zombie number two. Reacting on instinct, Reno kicked the zombie back to allow himself enough time to grab the pistol from his waist band and fire off two shots, one hitting the zombie in the throat, blood instantly gushing out like a fountain, and the other in the head. Reno then stepped over the corpse to make his way out of the lawn and garden area and out into the main part of the store, seeing that he was by the health and beauty section.<br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Zombie Kills: 2</strong></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 23:13:15</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rule 31: Check the Back Seat</span></span><br><br><hr><hr><br>It had been only last night when Atlanta wandered into the parking lot of the Wally World supermarket. After having had checked a few random vehicles in the parking lot, there had been a dark Ford that had yielded to his tugging on the door handle. With his rifle ready, Atlanta jerked open the van door, and promptly stepped back with the nose of the Winchester pointing into the partially-lit interior. The backseat was a mess with chip and Cheeto crumbs. There were child seats but no children, and the sweet smell of baby formula permeated the felt seats. Stepping over to check the front through the passenger window, there were no dead parents or even blood. Lowering his rifle, Atlanta stooped to one knee and gave one final check beneath the van—no one. That was relieving. <br><br>It was that night that Atlanta decided to spend the night in the five-star secured vehicle. He had removed the child seats and laid out his hunter's coat across the second backseat. He had locked the doors and made sure the windows were at least cracked in case the wheezes of an undead predator were to alert him. With a relieved moan, Atlanta slid off his yellow, Tims and curled his right arm beneath his head. His bag and Remington were between the seats along with his travel bag, and his Winchester was sleeping next to him embraced in his left arm. Atlanta tilted the lip of his hunting cap down over his eyes to block out the yellow light of the lamps above, and it was that night he was able to sleep peacefully.<br><br><div align="center">~~~</div><br>The van door popped open and someone plopped into the driver's seat. Atlanta's brown-sugar eyes opened with a start, and for a second he froze, his mouth slightly dry from his previous snore as he tried to listen for who or what had just happened. He heard the click of a seatbelt, and then the obnoxious blaring of the van horn. That had been enough to make the Southern boy squirm to a sit up. He first turned left, and then right, while lowering his right foot to the floor as he tried to maneuver in the snug space. His hands reached up and grasped the tops of the seats, and then he lurched upwards, sitting high enough to stare wide-eyed at the back of some young woman's head. For a moment, he had forgotten the whole situation. There was a human, a living one right before his eyes. It had been several weeks or maybe even a month since he last saw someone, he hadn't had a calendar, so he had no idea.<br><br>When the little woman stomped her foot on the accelerator, the sudden lurch of the van snapped Atlanta out of astonishment. He clung to the seats for dear life as he desperately searched for a seatbelt. Every time he reached for the ones hanging vertically to his front and back, the van swerved, and almost dumped him into the aisle between the door and the seats. "Shit!" Atlanta gasped as he clung to the seatbelt behind him like a rope. The van bounced over the bodies it struck like street bumps, flipping him onto his stomach as he then dug his fingers into the sides of the seat like a cat. Atlanta was thinking now that the human was not only a human, but a woman, and he always thought women and cars never mixed.<br><br>The van gave another lurch forward and Atlanta was dumped into the aisle between the seats. The bolt of the Remington prodded him uncomfortably in the back as he then arched his back to avoid it He managed to turn his hand beneath him to slide the rifle further beneath his bag to the vehicle floor. Until…BANG! The van had slammed into something and Atlanta brought his arms about his head as he was rolled forward against the first backseat, and then with the abrupt braking, back into the second. The ride had ended, leaving Atlanta trembling from the adrenaline that had poured into his body. He heard the front door open, and the woman step out.<br><br>The van door rolled open as Atlanta slowly crawled out and dumped onto the cool floor. With a soft groan, he dragged his Winchester free and slowly recovered to his sock-covered feet. “Jesus Christ,” Atlanta muttered as he soothingly rubbed his back and stretched his shoulder blades. He turned and started around the back of the van to the side where he thought the woman was going to be. He was actually desperate to meet her despite the beating she put him through, and couldn't fathom the idea of her disappearing on him. "Ya ever try checkin' the back seat?" he complained.<br><br><strong>Las Vegas had no idea that there had been a passenger in the seat, and nor did she take the time to assess that the guy was alive. Her instincts in the new world took over from the moment that he came around the side of the minivan. With a frightened war cry, the girl reared her metal bat backwards and swung it forward in an unconscious aim for his abdomen. Even if it was a mistaken to hit the man, at least afterwards, he could be thankful that Las Vegas didn't swing for his head, or worse, below the belt. If she had been successful in the attack, Las Vegas would continue to hit him; if the girl missed, well, she'd hit him again too.</strong> (<em>Lady Reign</em>)<br><br>As Atlanta brought his eyes to the woman, she had let out a cry and suddenly a bat met with his abdomen. The blow made the blond gasp as a gust of air burst free of his lips. He huddled over, using his Winchester to block any continued swings as his free arm remained wrapped about his aching stomach. "Stop!" he exclaimed desperately. "I ain't dead ya' crazy ho!" He had sunk to his knees, looking as pained as a sick dog. "Fuck, if you ain't two bricks shy of a load. Kin ya not tell the difference between the dead and the living?" He swore if she kept trying to swing at him, he’d blow her head right off. It would have upset him to do so, but didn’t want to find out that all that was left of society were escaped mental cases.<br><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Zombie Kills: 0<br>Zombie Kill of the Week: 0</span></span></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombieland [IC - Will be accepting more players soon!]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 23:14:04</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Rule 22: When In Doubt, Know Your Way Out</span></strong></span><br><br>Hiking along the outskirts of town, Berlin had seen the distinctive roof and emblem of Wally World from a distance, and altered his course towards it. The last superstore he'd seen, two towns ago, had been infested with a massive horde of <em>angesteckt</em>, the infected, and he hadn't been able to get close. This looked more promising, and he crept up the low embankment behind the massive building towards the cherry-red of an emergency exit door. No one, infected or otherwise, was in sight, and he reached the door unimpeded.<br><br>There was a moment's pause as he drew his [img=http://australianmuseum.net.au/Uploads/Images/8897/saw_big.jpg]http://bone saw[/img] from its handmade sheath at his hip, holding it tightly in one hand with his other on the doorknob. Under his breath, he muttered a few lines from the Lord's Prayer. <em>"Vater Unser im Himmel, Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung,<br>Sondern erlöse uns von dem Bösen."</em> <br><br>He wrenched the door open, anticipating a screaming siren that never came - the batteries driving the emergency exit alarm had worn out long ago. He switched the saw to a two-handed grip as he spotted an infected shambling past the electronics section, and it spotted him. It was a middle-aged man in a checkered jacket, maybe some sort of hunter or sportsman at one time. Now, though, it was a monster, mouth and hands clotted with gore, and it staggered towards him with arms outstretched. He had long since conquered his fear of the shamblers, though, and stood waiting, judging the distance. With at least a foot of height on the diseased man, Berlin had the advantage of reach, and he used it. The outstretched arms were almost an invitation, and a single two-handed swing took the closer one off at the wrist. The zombie barely noticed, but Berlin had already started the backswing, and his razor-sharp blade almost decapitated his foe. He pulled it free before the saw could get stuck in the neck bones - it was a saw, not some mythical Japanese katana - and stepped back as the zombie crumpled. Taking a few steps back, he waited and watched it, then carefully brought the saw down again to finish the decapitation.<br><br>With his free hand, he quickly crossed himself, whispering again, "Lort, deliwer ziss zet vas vunce a man into your handz zo dat he may be a man vunce again. Amen." His small suitcase was easy to lift over the corpse, which he shoved into place to prop the emergency door open, and with blood-soaked saw in hand, he crept into the building. To one side he saw the signs for restrooms, and he poked his head inside - first the men's, then the women's, to cover his lines of retreat. Just as he was coming out of the women's bathroom, there was an absolutely fantastic racket from the front of the store, as if the Lord had decided to skip ahead to the end of the zombie plague and start obliterating the world in person. That, or something big had just crashed through the main glass doors. Seconds later, a series of gunshots came from another direction. Clearly, he was not alone - there were fellow survivors, or at least rival looters. He reached the end of the hallway, poking his head slowly around the corner in both directions - left, then right - to see if any infected remained nearby that had not been drawn away by whatever was going on towards the front.<br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Zombie Kills: 1</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombieland [IC - Will be accepting more players soon!]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 05:16:38</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rule 2.&nbsp; &nbsp;The Double Tap</strong></span><br><br>Denver saw it all go down, and it was like someone decided to play a real cruel joke on him. The Wally World was meant to be contained, for the most part. Clear the place, get what he needed, and maybe even spend the night if he was comfy enough (he usually wasn’t), but all it took was an overzealous lady in a suburban standard to make what was just going to be hard, and turn it damn-near impossible. <br><br><em>’No…no…no,no,no,NO!’</em> his mind screamed as the van blew through the glass. The sound was enough to make him jump, even though he knew it was coming. Sounds just had a way of being more loud when you were used to being on your own, not to mention that most smart people would have figured out that making noise in their situation could be hazardous to their fucking health. <br><br>There could be a ton of reasons for what happened, but none of them would make him feel any better. The fact of the matter was that he was looking for a way-in, and a way-in has presented itself as per his wishes. Beggars most certainly could not be choosers. He used the opportunity to break into a sprint. Maybe he could find a way in before the rest homed in on the sound. Maybe get around the meat that caused the mess in the first place.<br><br>As the man and woman fought…well, the woman fought and the man tried to tell her to stop, a zombie had turned the corner around the minivan to follow the sound of their merri-fucking-ment, apparently intent on having lunch. Denver allowed his arm to go slack as he got closer to them, and the bat’s string slid down his arm enough for him to catch and grip the instrument of this particular zombie’s demise. <br><br>Without uttering a word or battle cry, he swung the bat for all he was worth and his running speed helped do the rest. The connection to the back of the woman’s head gave a satisfyingly sick metal thud that lifted her off her feet and flat on her face. Calvin came in too hot and could not come to a sudden stop on account of the glass. He slid for a moment, the fell onto his back before he quickly rolled to his stomach and was back on his feet. From there he walked with a single-minded purpose towards the floored zombie, before he swung his bat down and around, like a guy trying to mallet one of those metal rods to the bell, and was immediately rewarded with another thud and stillness from the corpse.<br><br>Sure that the employee was done, he then took a moment to regard to two people fighting “Okay…van through store? Not cool. I was trying to get some shopping done today.” He looked around them, trying to hear if there were any zombies coming, but couldn’t hear anything…which meant absolutely dick. He immediately searched the employee for keys, both for a potential car, and more pressing concerns of a locked “employees area” door that he had half a shot of finding.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Zombie Kills:</span></strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">1</span><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Zombie Kill of the Week</span></strong>: <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">0</span><br></div>
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