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 Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 8:34 pm
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xxxTystan Taylor Evansxxx
Trystan neared the police station with single-minded determination. He figured that he needed a place to stay, and a police station seemed like a good idea. He crouched quickly on the ground and looked into the glass door, seeing 4 zombies. 9 mm pistols.
"Zombies with firearms? hmm..." Trystan thought. He reached for Fiona, and shot one of the zombies through the glass. Then he quickly opened the door and rolled inside, shooting the other 3. Then he reloaded. He looked into the hallway, seeing several more zombies. 6 of them.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
"Zombies. it's what's for dinner," Trystan muttered.
A long while after, most of the police station was clean. He boarded up the windows and door, locked the rest of the zombies in the cells, went to the office and started to sleep through the night. After all, in a post-apocalyptical world, sleep IS hard to come by... |
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Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2013 2:12 pm
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xxxTystan Taylor Evansxxx
When he opened his eyes, Trystan was not on the jail cell bed. He was instead on the floor, his face wet. Sweat? Tears? Maybe both.
"Another one? God, they've been really frequent as of late." Trystan thought. It was always the same nightmare, and they had been occurring more and more often. Like a video recording. Always about his sister.
Trystan shook it off, and got ready for the day ahead of him. He saw a passed by a high school on the way to the Police station, and figured it would have some kind of food.
Before he left, he gathered the leftover ammunition, aquring about 30 bullets, which fit his revolver. He also aquired a speed reloader from the office, which would grant Trystan more time to kill zombies, and less time reloading. He grabbed his backpack and headed out the door, heading towards the high school. |
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