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Ghouliboo rolled 4 10-sided dice:
9, 1, 2, 5
Total: 17 (4-40)
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 Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 8:15 pm
After defeating the terrifying looking zombie, the couple had taken refuge in a nearby store - STAPLES. Of all places, they couldn't have sought sanctuary from a beauty salon or a nail shop... no, they got office supplies to dig around through.
Stepping gingerly through the debris and rubble scattered across the outside of the building, the chubby woman began her descent into the abandoned world of paper goods and office products.
The first thing she came across was a stapler, sitting lonely, by itself on a shelf. The letters R O R are on it, but the rest have faded off. Interesting.... not.
Moving on, she headed towards the cash register, eager to loot and pilfer any abandoned money that had been left unattended. Her next heartbreaking discover was that the cash drawers had not a single penny left in them and all that was left in the register area were boxes and boxes of receipts. None of them looked informative - all copies of receipts for products formerly purchased in the store before it went to Hell.
Frustrated at her lack of finding, she turned and walked down an aisle towards the back room. Hm. If there's a manager's office around here, surely there was a safe of some sort...right? And where there was a safe, there was another chance for money. The room looked strange but who was she to judge how a store looked after being hit by a zombie apocalypse? She eagerly reached forward for the door handle and pulled....nothing. It was locked. Drats.
Turning around, she was ready to stomp off to find her husband and whine about the lack of treasures she was finding...when instead, she almost stumbled upon the remains of a body. It appeared half-eaten, it's eyeballs still intact and wavering around in a haunted fashion. The smell was unbearable, forcing the few contents in her stomach to revisit her mouth.
Swallowing her vomit and terrified that the zombie that created the corpse was still lurking in the store.
"Al.... Al..." She hissed, searching - and thankfully soon locating - her husband. "Al, let's scram, please? I can't take this anymore."
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Tsunake rolled 4 10-sided dice:
4, 2, 3, 1
Total: 10 (4-40)
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 8:17 pm
He really had no idea what these bandits were expecting them to find in here. Al sighed quietly, splitting up from Lola. The sooner they searched this shithole, the better. His first stop showed him nothing but boxes and boxes of receipts. Because that was super helpful to him.
There was sudden movement nearby, and Al nearly s**t his pants, trying not to make a sound as he whipped around. He couldn't hear anything, so if an infected managed to sneak up on him--except it wasn't an infected at all. It was a goddamn cat. It stared at him with baleful eyes, clearly untrusting. Al hissed at it softly, taking a threatening step forward. The cat hissed back and darted into the shadows.
Muttering to himself, he rounded the corner... and stopped dead at the sight of a rotting hand attached to a stapler. What the even ********. He squinted at the bracelet, shaking his head. ******** morbid.
Convinced this was a waste of time, Al began to search for Lola... and nearly ran smack dab into one of the undying. s**t s**t s**t s**t. They had to get the ******** out, now. It hadn't seemed to have noticed him, and he tried not to even breathe as he slithered towards the door.
"Lola!" He hissed under his breath. "We gotta go!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 9:14 pm
Grabbing his hand in a viselike grip, she jerked him forward and scrambled out of the store. They had to get to the bandits, they had to tell them what they found, but most importantly, they needed to get the <********> out of there!
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