Zombies, Zombies and ... More Zombies; Oh my!
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				Title: <strong>Zombies, Zombies and ... More Zombies; Oh my!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>26-11-2006, 17:30:27</strong>
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				The world to be explained in a mo'.<br><br>This is just a place holder, so to put <em> something </em> here, I'd just like to say that the suckiest game in Suck-Town that I have ever had the misfortune to play inspired this.<br><br>That game?<br><br><br>.<br>.<br>.<br>.<br>.<br>.<br>.<br>.<br>.<br>.<br>.<br><br>Meh...it will go unnamed as I prolly shouldn't burn bridges...maybe...<br><br>So I'm off to word-smith up an explanation as to how the "world" ended up becoming what it currently is.
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				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 19:39:17</strong>
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				It was entirely unexpected. An earthquake registering 9.6 on the Richter Scale was the beginning of the end for humanity.&nbsp; The cause of the earthquake was the complete destruction of the northern half of the Yucatan Peninsula.&nbsp; The disaster was literally felt around the world, and two days later; scientists discovered that "Ground Zero" would have originated in the very center of the ruins of the ancient city of Chichen - Itza.&nbsp; An enormous volcano pushed up from the ruined ground and onrushing water, spewing smoke, ash and fire.<br><br>The natural disaster killed tens of thousands of people and the ruinous cloud of smoke and ash drifted as far south as Deception Island in the Antarctic, blanketing all of South America.&nbsp; As far north as Michigan state, and nearly across the Pacific to the west, and the Atlantic to the east.<br><br>The smoke from the volcano was particularly acrid and as the cloud drifted further away from the volcanic source there was a discernable yellowish, green hue to the smoke.<br><br>Thousands of tourists not killed outright by the disaster to the smoke into their lungs and headed back to their respective homes, eager to be free of the dreadful mess in Mexico and South America and get back to life with their loved ones.&nbsp; <br><br>It was two weeks after the volcanic explosion and while things were hellish in Mexico, the northen half of South America, as well as the southern states that bordered the Gulf of Mexico, the rest of the world got back to life although much was being done in the way of fund raising and national aid.<br><br>People that were exposed to the smoke began to show signs of illness and fisherman in both the Atlantic and the Pacific were making reports of strange things seen in the water.&nbsp; Whole nets were pulled up with sickly, or dead fish and apparently the stench of them was unusual as well as incredibly unpleasant.<br><br>Then the same started happening to the people.<br><br>It was another two weeks that treatments for flesh-eating disease and possible prehistoric flu strains were proving useless and "survivors" of the disaster began dying by the thousands.<br><br>Another week after that and the bodies that had been buried in the ground, the bodies that were waiting in hospitals, and the bodies that were stacked like cord wood in the third world countries began to move.&nbsp; From there, it was like any other movie you had seen.&nbsp; The affliction spread like wild fire.&nbsp; From the United States, down to the southern tip of South America became a nightmare of abominations feeding on whatever and whomever they could.&nbsp; Talk of animals, fish and fowl alike were succumbing to the horrible affliction as well and it seemed nothing was safe.<br><br>Other countries had tried to defend themselves against the threat but tourists had been a significant problem and it seemed, or atleast was rumored that the entire planet had gone straight to hell.&nbsp; Much of the planet had been steeped in death, but this time the dead were not laying still.&nbsp; It had become their planet now.<br><br>After the first year, almost every city in North America had been entirely gutted.&nbsp; Packs of undead as well as hoards of undead would wander about like insects scouring the land of life.&nbsp; It has been discovered that it had been the ash spewed forth from the volcano that had been the cause of the global disaster.&nbsp; It had also been discovered that whatever had been in that initial blast was now inert and no longer caused the affliction.&nbsp; Now the affliction was carried by the monsters, themselves.<br><br>Are there pockets of resistance out there?&nbsp; People trying to forge an existence from the dying embers of humanity?&nbsp; Sure.&nbsp; Go find them, if you have it inside of you.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombies, Zombies and ... More Zombies; Oh my!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>29-11-2006, 19:44:30</strong>
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				<strong> A Character </strong><br><br><br>Name: Dexter Aleksander<br>Gender: Male<br>Age: 23<br>Hair: Black<br>Eyes: Light blue<br>Profession Pre Outbreak: Model, and aspiring actor<br>Physical Description: Dex was a model.&nbsp; From the broad, well-defined shoulders and wash board abdoment, to piercing eyes and a strong jaw line.&nbsp; Unlike some of the more slender models in fashion he was large, and had a distinctly more masculine appearance which lended well to appearing as eye-candy on television shows and soaps operas.&nbsp; He had a four episode run as the token 'hot guy' on Desperate Housewives, and from there was becoming a household name.&nbsp; After the “disaster” through an unfortunate, vicious and violent encounter he was attacked with a large knife.&nbsp; He has a number of angry looking scars on the left side of his chest, and left shoulder, as well as two scars on the left side of his face.&nbsp; One ragged scar bisecting his left eye (although he can see out of it fine, it stretches from mid way on his left cheek, up his forehead and disappears at his hairline.&nbsp; The second scar runs along his jaw, and extends down to his neck.&nbsp; It has given&nbsp; him a decidedly ferocious appearance and where women once fawned over his dark hair, he now keeps it short by trimming it himself with whatver sharp thing he happens to find at the moment.&nbsp; It gives his hair a ragged look as it sticks up at odd angles at various points.&nbsp; A jagged looking scar is on the inside of his left forearm and with scrutiny, it is revealed that the scar looks like a word.&nbsp; The word is TiTAN.<br><br>Personality: Once friendly, outgoing and gregarious, Dex is no longer such.&nbsp; His encounter with ‘the family from hell’ has caused him to&nbsp; lose faith in humanity.&nbsp; He thinks that the zombies are more human than some of the people that have survived.&nbsp; He is now very possessive of any gear he manages to scavenge and does not share.&nbsp; Furthermore he always does what he can to sleep alone, even going so far as to dig a hole, and sleep in it with a concealed entrance, a skill he’s picked up out of necessity.&nbsp; Once friendly and helpful, even after the disaster, the one bad encounter has soured him, and when encountering people, he’s all business.<br><br>History:&nbsp; Dexter Aleksander, with eastern European parents, steeped in their culture frowned a great deal upon Dexter’s lifestyle as a male model.&nbsp; He was on magazine covers, t.v. shows, and always followed by rampant speculation over which starlet he would bed, next.&nbsp; His life was as carefree as anyone could want.&nbsp; A luxurious, decadent lifestyle, women dying to be near him, partying, sex…anything he could imagine.&nbsp; Even when all hell broke loose, Dexter managed to stay positive.&nbsp; He grew as a person, stepping into a leadership role with a small rag tag band of survivors.&nbsp; They did well for themselves. Despite being a model, Dex was smart, and the band thrived…for a while.&nbsp; The fighting with zombies, and fighting to eke out an existence grew more and more challenging, and there were casualties to the small band of survivors.&nbsp; Dex took it hard, but was determined to find a place with more people…a place that was organized.&nbsp; As much as he could lead, and take care of people, he longed to get back to a place where people didn’t expect anything of him.&nbsp; It was during their travels that they met a family that had managed to survive.&nbsp; A husband and wife, their 19 year old daughter, their 12 year old son, and their eighteen month old daughter.<br><br>It was two weeks after the family had joined Dex’s group.&nbsp; The nineteen year old daughter was quite aggressive with Dex, always making sexual suggestions which he first took as flirting, but over the two weeks, he relented and found himself tangled with her, naked and sweating in what passed for a shelter.<br><br>In the midst of sex-induced sleep, he suddenly woke and through sleepy eyes he saw two silhouettes gathered over him.<br><br>“Sinner!”<br><br>Shouted a male voice and he realized it was the father of the naked girl/woman he was tangled with.&nbsp; A flash of something caught his eye, and he managed to roll out of the way of the mother on the other side of him, standing down with a large knife.<br><br>The fight was violent, and bloody, and at the end of it, Dex was unconscious, bathed in blood, with the daughter laying dead next to him.<br><br>It took a few days for Dex to recover to a point where he could move with any sense of stability,&nbsp; which was when he learned that everyone in the camp had been killed.&nbsp; The mother, the father, and the twelve year old boy were gone…with all the weapons, and all the food.&nbsp; What shocked him the most was the crying of the small baby they had left behind.<br><br>The next thirty-six hours were dark indeed for Dexter.&nbsp; It took him that long to track the family down, and once he had, he found that he was too late.&nbsp; The three were surrounded by zombies, and he sat from a distance and watched them be eaten by the zombies, wondering if their screams of fear and pain and loss would have been similar to the cries that he never heard from those that he used to travel with while they were murdered in their sleep.<br><br>It took a few more hours for the zombies to clear out, and then he limped to the bloody tatters that remained, collected what food and supplies he could, and headed back to the shelter.<br><br>That was six months ago.&nbsp; He never learned the baby’s name, but he took to calling her Titan.&nbsp; A strong name that he hoped would makes her strong for the awful life she’s going to have to live.&nbsp; Dex never left Titan’s side;but it was closer to Titan never leaving Dex’s side.&nbsp; He always has her slung against him, either against his chest, or against his back in a modified sling he’s made from a few camping back packs.&nbsp;<br><br>He would spend much of his days finding food, and then mashing it up and feeding it to Titan. Her meals taking priority over his as they eke'd out an existence together.&nbsp; He’d even found a few bottles of adult vitamins that he would grins up and put just a very small amount into Titan’s food, hoping that she would get what she needed from that incase she’s missing something important in her diet.<br><br>Titan had wispy blonde hair and vivid green eyes.&nbsp; Over time she had become completely unfazed by the sound of Dex’s shotgun being fired.&nbsp; Where once the loud sound would make her cry, now it only startles her.&nbsp; The only time she cries now is if Dex is out of sight, or she's hungry which Dex tries to stay ontop of.<br><br>Without knowing much about babies, Dex doesn't realize how old Titan is but she's vocalizing now which is getting to be a problem as he babbling tends to attract things.&nbsp; Unpleasant things.<br><br>Maybe he had grown too comfortable with Titan.&nbsp; Maybe he had gotten over-confident.&nbsp; It had been a really tough day and he and Titan were struggling with finding more food for her.&nbsp; She had been cranky and crying all day and it had started to wear on Dex.&nbsp; Wandering around in the city he managed to find a large burnt out section.&nbsp; For a while, people thought that fire killed the things faster and&nbsp; soon after, fire and explosions were killing zombies and humans alike.&nbsp; It was a grocery store that caught his eye.&nbsp; Stores were normally the first to be looted and ransacked but after doing a quick recon of the outside of the building, it seemed like all entry ways were choked with rubble.&nbsp; Titan's crying was the impetus for him to find a way inside.&nbsp; After a few hours of trying to shift debris, he got lucky and opened a hole.&nbsp; The air inside was enough to make him vomit, had he not had an empty stomach.&nbsp; It might have been zombies inside, but more likely it was rotten food.&nbsp; Rotten food was good.&nbsp; It meant that maybe there might be something in there he can feed Titan.&nbsp; The hole was too small for him...barely.&nbsp; So small that he needed to take off the sling with Titan in it, and then he had to make a terrible decision.&nbsp; Put her in ahead of him, into the dark, or leave her outside until he can get into the place and then reach out and bring her in with him.<br><br>Pushing her ahead of him into an unexplored place just didn't seem acceptable so with more anxiety than he ever felt before, he kissed her cheek, placed her on a nearby piece of rubble and tried to shush her.&nbsp; Titan would have none of it and sensing he was preparing to leave her, her screams began doubled in ferocity.&nbsp; Figuring that she couldn't get more upset he turned and quickly tried to squeeze and pry his way through the hole in the rubble.<br><br>It seemed like the process took hours when it only took seconds, but Titan's crying seemed to echo inside his head, reverberating off the rubble he was crawling through.&nbsp; he could feel the rubble falling away beneath his arms and he realized he was getting through the hole into the darkness.&nbsp; He felt a wave of relief wash through him and just then he felt something strong grab one of his wrists.&nbsp; something pulled so hard his shoulder was pulled from it's socket and he was forcibly yanked from the hole and into the dark.<br><br>The next few moments felt like eons.&nbsp; The smell.&nbsp; The fact that he was in a group of them and he didn't know how many.&nbsp; His left arm was all but useless and he fought.&nbsp; He fought with everything he had, all while Titan's screams echoed in his head.&nbsp; To the point where he wasn't fighting to live, but simply to get out of the darkness and back into the whole that led to daylight, and Titan.&nbsp; At one point, Titan's screams grew hysterical, a cry he had never heard before and through swollen eyes and strained, twisted limbs he managed to crawl back out the hole.&nbsp; Even as he crawled closer to her, the crying seemed to be getting more and more distant and when he flopped back out into the light, Titan was gone.<br><br>Little was left of him after that.&nbsp; He was huddled on the ground, rocking back and forth, crying like the child that he lost.<br><br>That was three months ago.<br><br><br>Starting Equipment: Shotgun, chef’s cleaver, combat knife in boot.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombies, Zombies and ... More Zombies; Oh my!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>01-12-2006, 05:29:44</strong>
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				<b>Another Character</b><br><br><br>Laney Barrow<br><br>Appearance: Laney has the appearance of being the all American girl. She has long golden hair, stunning blue eyes, a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose, full pale pink lips, long neck, and delicate features, everything one would expect from the pretty girl next door. Even since the beginning of the end of mankind, she just about always has a sweet smile always on her face. <br><br>Her build is that of a classically trained dancer, long and lean with a small waist. She is very well toned and graceful and strong. She stands at&nbsp; 5’7”, 120 lbs. Age 18. <br><br>Personality: Laney was always a sweet girl, and still is. She has a friendly smile and word for anyone who approaches. The world has become dangerous and cruel and untrustworthy…and those are just the people that remain. <br><br>Laney doesn’t go out of her way to make friends, but is graceful and charming when addressed. If she were more outgoing she could probably have been one of the most popular girls in her school, as she was already probably the prettiest. <br><br>She tries very hard to not make mistakes and to be as perfect as possible. Laney wants to make her parents proud, but everything she does is met with the attitude that her accomplishment is something that she should have done anyway, and nothing special.<br><br>Laney doesn’t have friends, and didn’t before the earthquake either. She had never dated, and that is hardly an option now. She gets along with everyone fine, and in school was asked out many times, but up until just before the earthquake she had devoted all of her time to school and ballet, leaving no time for a social life. Because of this, she had gotten the rep of being a bit of a snob. She was always nice, but many said she was fronting. <br><br>The thing is, Laney was fronting, but she wasn’t hiding what people thought she was. She was hiding depression and low self esteem and the fear she’ll never be good enough to make her parents happy. The one joy she had in life was been taken from her, and she was struggling to find inspiration. But she hid it all. <br><br><br>History:<br><br>Laney’s life was not too abnormal before the world went to hell. There were no deep skeletons in the closet, and to outsiders it appeared to be an ideal home life. Her family was heavily middle class, with the three bedroom house and two cars. Both of her parents worked, her father in construction, and her mother as a secretary. There had been no traumas, other than a trip to lake that ended badly with her almost drowning, leaving her with a fear of bodies of water. <br><br>Both of Laney’s parents grew up poor, and as such, had made Laney work hard for anything she had gotten. She did get a decent allowance, but it was heavily dependant on her grades and her efforts to get into college. Ever since she was a small girl they had made it very clear that she would be going to an ivy league college and she was going to be an engineer. They wanted the best for their daughter and loved her very much, they just believed they knew best, and her wishes did not matter at that point in her life. <br><br>Laney had worked very hard to meet her parents high expectation of straight A’s in upper tier classes. She is a smart girl, but not a genius. The good grades took a lot of work and effort, and did not come easy. She received no praise for her efforts, as they were an expectation, not an accomplishment. <br><br>As hard as she worked on her grades, she had worked harder on something else. Her dancing. In the efforts to raise a well rounded child, her parents enrolled her in many activities when she was small. From her very first ballet class at the age of 5, Laney knew what she was born to do. Even at that young age she felt she was put on the earth to dance. <br><br>At first her parents were quite pleased at the dedication their young child could show a hobby, but it soon became apparent it was more than a hobby, or even a passion. It was an obsession. They tried pulling her from it, but she showed her only force of will, and refused to eat for two weeks, and would have gone longer if need be. They took her to a doctor, but it didn’t solve the problem. Eventually they agreed she could dance if, and only if, her grades did not suffer, and that she understood she would be going to college to be an engineer. Period. She agreed to their terms, and both she and her parents have held up their end of the agreement. <br><br>But over the least year before the earthquake, something happened. Laney started to feel pain in her right ankle. Extreme pain. She did the best she could to grin and bear it and not show her teacher or her parents, but soon she was unable to walk more than a few feet. A trip to a specialist revealed she had injured herself severely, and the added stress had damaged the joint. She could no longer dance. <br><br>Laney’s world fell apart. Her parents were relieved to see the distraction of dancing go away, and expected things to be smooth sailing in the course of their daughter’s life from there on out. Laney received shallow sympathy, but was told to deal with it and keep up her serious endeavors. <br><br>Even after the earthquake, not being able to dance has torn Laney apart. Unconsciously she has resorted back to the tactic of not eating when not being allowed to dance, and has started dropping weight. It is possible she could be becoming anorexic, though she denies it. She feels that she isn’t not eating because she doesn’t want to, but because she has no desire to. She eats some…but far less than she should. Some part inside of her is afraid of gaining weight and not having the ideal dancer’s body she is supposed to have. Even in this new world where there are no ballet companies, no future in dance, she has fallen back to her old wishes and habits.&nbsp; <br><br>Now she is left floundering. She does what she can to survive, and to help her parents survive, but it hopelessly depressed. She does not share this with anyone, and puts a good face forward, as it is just simpler that way. <br><br>Laney and her parents first holed up in a mall with a group of about 20 people. A small society developed, and things had been fairly stable for several months. There were disputes and arguments, but mostly everyone worked together to resolve them. <br><br>Until the Tuckers showed up. <br><br>The group holed up in the mall had all been residents of the more affluent part of the town that the mall was housed in. The city where Laney grew up. Her father approved of the mall, and often went there as that was where he ‘should’ have been. Women wore pearls, teenagers all had the latest in gadgets and bling, and the men had secretaries that accompanied them on business trips. Everything had the appearance of being perfect middle America. <br><br>The Tuckers were different. <br><br>The Tuckers exploded into the mall, a band of brothers from further south. Brash, crude, inconsiderate, and very exciting to Laney. They meant no real harm, just mischief, but simply felt everything should be lived to the fullest, especially considering the state of the world. <br><br>But with that mischief came carelessness. They were allowed to stay, as the women’s committee had decided that would be the ‘right’ thing to do. The boys needed a place as much as anyone else, despite their uneducated and hedonistic background. They could stay, as long as they followed the rules. <br><br>They promised. <br><br>If they keep the promise, remains to be seen. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombies, Zombies and ... More Zombies; Oh my!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyria</strong> on <strong>03-12-2006, 19:51:07</strong>
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				<br>Laney spit her toothpaste into the sink of the near pitch black bathroom. She hated coming to the bathrooms in the dark, but she hated being dirty even worse. Besides, the group of people holed up into the mall together had grown close, and into a community. There had been few fights internally, and no sign of the ‘sick’ outside for a very long time. The place was secure. <br><br>She turned on the water and pulled a small drinking cup from her backpack. They had each been given two backpacks in the first week, and had been told to collect certain things. A makeshift mess kit, clothing, blanket, flashlight, personal care items, and a weapon, among other things. Laney had done well in stocking herself up, save for the weapon. She had ended up with a hunting knife, now buried unused in the bottom of her pack, and a small handheld crossbow with a decent supply of bolts. That was in the other pack, the one still back with her parents. <br><br>Her father had been quite disappointed in her not grabbing a gun. They were in limited supply, and he had grabbed one for himself and her mother, and then snuck an extra one as well. He didn’t give her the extra though, she was ‘on her own’ with her crossbow. <br><br>After rinsing her mouth, she was done. Her hair was still damp from washing it, and her face slightly tight from its cleansing. She felt clean, and was grateful for the running water. The electricity to the mall had gone long ago, but the water still ran. <br><br>Still in the dark, Laney packed up her things. She had been learning to work in the dark, but hated it. At first, every scrape and rustle made the hair on the back of her neck stand up, and she had been sure that one of ‘them’, had found a way in. But over the past few months she had grown more secure in the fact that they were safe for the time being. Safe until help came. <br><br>There were those that believed help would come, and those that didn’t. The radio stations had all gone off the air, even the big ones in Seattle, but surely the military was at work somewhere. Surely they were working their way across the country, and would reach Washington soon, and hopefully before winter set in. <br><br>Laney tucked her long blonde hair behind her ears and turned to the chunk of very dim light that made up the propped open. The bathrooms were at the end of a very long hallway, and it had been evening for several hours. She needed to get back to her parents before dark fully set in though. Curfew was at ten, and all families had to be in their pods by then. <br><br>Throwing her backpack over her shoulder, Laney set out towards the linens store her family had secured as their ‘pod’. All of the families were house in one wing of the mall, each in a different store. They had become small apartments, and not all that uncomfortable given the situation. <br><br>Her feet padded gracefully and silently down the long hall and into the food court. The tables and chairs that hadn’t been claimed stood still and like a small short forest. She skirted around them and in the direction of the residence wing to the south. <br><br>A hand clamped over her mouth, yanking her roughly backwards toward the Taco Bell, her backpack fell to the floor with a soft ‘thump’, and she heard heavy anxious breathing in her ear. Laney’s eyes grew wide, and she tried to twist away from the hand, but an arm crushed around her body, pinning her arms to her sides. <br><br>Her first thought was that one of the vile had found its way in, but she quickly realized that wasn’t the case. First, she head breathing. Second, this being smelled clean, and not like death. And, she heard a soft chuckle from a few feet away. No, it was normal. <i>They</i> were normal. <br><br>Laney kicked her foot backwards, her soft canvas sneaker completely ineffectual as they connected with the shins of the person behind her. Panic swelled from deep inside of her and she started to shake. One was bad enough, but two? Shadows moved in front of her…two of them. That meant there were at least three with the one holding her. <br><br>She screamed into the large hand pressed against her mouth. The sound was weak and pitiful, even to her own ears. But it prompted the man holding her to speak, to growl low and menacing, and slightly amused, into her ear. <br><br>“Shut up, Mouse. We just want to get to know you better is all.”<br><br>The Tuckers. They were the ones that called her Mouse. At first she had liked the nickname, believing they had given it to her out of affection due to her quiet nature, and the way her footsteps were so silent. But lately she had started to feel more like they had given her the name because they were stalking her, like cats. Where at first she had enjoyed their gregarious nature and brash company, she had grown to feel uncomfortable around them. The comments had grown more and more inappropriate, and she had started avoiding them. <br><br>The voice was that of Brandon Tucker, the oldest at 25. He was the least noisy of the three, quieter than his brothers, but also the most menacing. The other two were Bradly at 23, and Lucas at 19. <br><br>Brandon pulled her to the west, towards another wing of the mall.&nbsp; One of the shadowy figures bounced on his heels anxiously, bobbing in front of Laney and Brandon as Brandon pulled her struggling form along. She guessed that was Lucas. He was the most excitable and anxious of the three. <br><br>The other figure moved closer, and at the sound of his whispered voice she knew her assumption had been right. This was Bradley. <br><br>“Maybe we should just take her with us afterwards…”<br><br>Laney screamed into the large hand again, her eyes filling with terrified tears. Take her with them? Her scream was cut off as the arm tightened around her even more, crushing her lungs. Brandon spoke again, his voice barely audible. <br><br>“Not a bad idea lil’ bro. They’ll think the bitch just ran with us. Save a lot of fuckin’ lookin’ over our shoulders.”<br><br>Lucas’s shadow pumped a silent fist into the air in silent agreement.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Zombies, Zombies and ... More Zombies; Oh my!</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Praxis</strong> on <strong>05-12-2006, 00:23:59</strong>
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				Malls were a death sentence.&nbsp; Either they were full of dead-heads, or full of people that made the mall their own little kingdom with their own little laws.&nbsp; It had taken some doing to get into this one.&nbsp; By the way the place was fortified, it was plain to see that this place was full of good old fashioned humans.&nbsp; Problem was that humans could be just as dangerous, if not more dangerous than the fuckin' zombies.&nbsp; It was luck that he managed to find a damaged ventilation duct on the roof, and from there, with some work he was dropping down through the ventilation ducts.&nbsp; To his surprise he found a dead body inside the ducts and after a few tense moments with his shotgun leveled at the corpse, he realized that it wasn't going anywhere.&nbsp; By the looks of it, the person died of thirst after having some kind of damage done to their legs.&nbsp; Trapped up here, and dying of thirst.&nbsp; That person's loss was Dex's gain as the person seemed to have been armed with a golf club.&nbsp; A five iron to be more exact, and it had a good heft to it. <br><br>It was only another hour of crawling when he managed to kick out a grating and found himself in the kitchen of what appeared to be a thoroughly gutted Bento Box.&nbsp; Now, out in the open, he was on alert.&nbsp; The survivors of this galactic fuck up tended to look as poorly on strangers as they did on the zombies.&nbsp; With his shotgun slung on his back in a makeshift holster, he held his newly acquired golf club in his right by it's rubberized handle.&nbsp; It felt good.&nbsp; The rubber felt secure and reliable in his hand.&nbsp; Maybe he'll be able to do some damage with it if anyone tries to fuck with him.
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