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 Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 10:52 pm
 Tony was pulled from his depression by a distant voice. He stood up and looked quickly around. He nearly jumped at the sight of a man standing on the other side of a car in front of him. "H-hello?" he said, not knowing weather the voice had been a figment of his imagination and this man was just well groomed for a zombie, or if he was indeed a survivor. Waiting for a response, his hand inched slowly to his sidearm.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 8:24 am
Shannon sat inside the small room of the apartment building. The deep green walls of the room were faded, and reminded Shannon vaugely of vomit. Sighing, Shannon turned to look out the window. Another mob of the undead were parading down the street, away from her. Well, she'd certainly have to wait before going to the market across the street. And the other day, Shannon had seen a machine roaming around near the apartment. She'd stayed out of sight so that it wouldn't shoot her.
Shannon moaned from hunger pain. It was getting unbearable, and hard to take. She heard a few mice scuttering around upstairs. She phased, the dark brown of her top coat flowing out in long tufts. She padded silently out the door, and moved quickly to the next floor. Shannon spotted a mouse, and carefully sneaked(grmr?) up behind it. She opened her jaw to reveal sharp, canine teeth, curved and deadly. With a chomp, she bit down on the mouse, feeling the snap of it's bones in her mouth.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 12:12 pm
GABEGabe sheathed his machete as fast as he could without cutting himself, and slowly approached. The man's skin was still fresh -looking, and Gabe beamed. He'd found another survivor. "Don't shoot partner! I'm like you!" He kept walking forward slowly, making sure not to make any sudden movements. He put his hands up. "Could an undead talk to you like I am?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 12:37 pm
Tony took a step back when the man walked around the car, sheathing a Machete. When he put his hands up and spoke, he put his own sidearm away, doubting he would have even bothered to shoot if it had been an undead. He was a little brightened by the prospect of a fellow survivor. At least it was someone he could talk to. He shook his head when the man asked if an undead could talk like he could. "Nope" he said looking up, he pulled himself onto the hood of the car he had been siting on and checked his surrounding before looking back at the man. "Who are you?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 1:05 pm
It was finally safe to leave. Decending the stairs in her human form, Shannon adjusted the blade on her back. She opened the heavy metal door, and poked her head outside. Seeing nothing but the bits of flesh dropped by the undead, she moved stealthly through the street. The Machine was probably lurking nearby. Shannon headed around back, where she kept a motorcycle. She checked to make sure she had gas in it, then climbed on. She kick started it, revving the engine. Shannon pulled out of the alley to see it. The Machine, staring at her from the window of an old bank across the street. 'Crap.' Shannon thought, speeding out into the open road. She heard the shot fire, and it whizzed past her ear. There was no time for mistakes. Shannon shot down the road, feeling the stab of pain as a bullet hit her arm.
Shannon turned onto the highway, pressing the bike to it's limits. She kept going, her thoughts only on escaping. Then she saw two men. One was holding a machete, the other sitting on the roof of a car. She pulled up, swiftly pulling out her blade and aiming at them. She had to make sure they weren't going to kill her, or that they weren't some fairly clean undead
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 11:06 am
GABE"Name's Gabe" he said, offering his hand. But as soon as the two man's hands connected, he heard a droning noise from far away. The droning increased, growing louder and deeper. A shiver went down Gabe's spine. Dear God...don't let it be a Machine.
Gabe let go of the man's hand and drew his machete again, skirting behind the car. A motorcycle approached, and the sick feeling in Gabe's stomach faded. No undead could ride a bike, not even Clams.
As the bike got closer, Gabe saw a woman on it. She pulled her bike to a stop, aiming a blade at them. "Woah lil' lady!" he called. "We're just a few guys on the highway". He came out from behind the car. "I'm Gabe, and you are?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 3:05 pm
Shannon glared at the man. "Shannon. You guys should beat it out of here. There's a Machine hot on my trail, and you better bet I'd rather it get you than me." Shannon said strongly. She shook her short hair, and turned her gaze to the other man. "What about you? What's your name?" She said, no fear in her voice.
A million thoughts ran through her head, all of them warning her against staying here in the open. "I need to get out of here. We all do. That Machine...it's still coming. Damn humans! Why'd they make those things, anyways?!" Shannon rambled, trying to kick start her bike.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 1:11 pm
Tony pulled his Handgun out and leveled it on the girl, until she lowered he blade and looked at him. "Tony" he said, standing on the hood. He looked down the direction the gild had come, and indeed saw a machine finding its way around the rubble. "Damn..." Tony whispered under his breath. He looked at Gabe and Shannon. "I've been in this area for a few days, so I know some good hiding spots." he looked back at the Machine, getting ever closer. "I'll distract our little friend. You two head down the highway, About four or five miles down there's an old convenience store. GO into the basement, I have supplies and shelter there. Leave if you want after that, or wait, I should be back by nightfall." He adjusted his pack, and stepped down from the car.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 8:48 pm
GABE Gabe looked back and forth quickly. "Partner, if you think you can hold off a Machine, you're mistaken. I seen a whole brigade slaughtered by one of those monstrosities". He gestured towards the rusting pickup to his right. "This one looks runnable, and if we can get a vehicle hotwired we can throw your bike in the back lil' lady".
Gabe opened the door of the pickup. It hadn't even been locked. He jumped defty into the seat and examined what he had. "So, where you two from?" he asked, trying to keep the mood light as he pried the dusty cover from where a functioning radio had once been.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 4:31 am
Shannon glared slightly at Gabe. "I'm not throwing my motorcycle in that thing. Looks like it's gonna break apart any minute!" she scoffed. Shannon revved her bike, looking behind her to the machine that was fast approching. "You'd better hurry with that hunk of metal, if you wanna live. It's been trailing me for days." Shannon said, noticing a rusty sign that read "Los Angeles".
"I'm coming from New York, but I was born Ontario. Toronto, acually." Shannon said, pulling her bike and herself out of view of the machine. It was hard to hide the bright red paint. But it was more hard to hide it from the clams running at them from the opposite direction. Shannon cussed, eyes widening in surprise. "Did I have to pick the one city with millions of things out to kill me?!" she yelled, drawing unnecessary attention to herself amd the small group.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 10:03 am
GABE "Ah c'mon!" Gabe laughed, a little nervously, "She's a beaut!". He listened to the girl's words. "Ontario eh? I'm from Wyoming myself. How 'bout you Tony?" he asked, using the words to help him focus on the mass of tangled wires in his hands. He plucked a few black wires and a green and used his teeth to shave off the insulation. A tingling sensation shot across his lips just as the girl's voice rose. He twisted the wires together and said a quick prayer.
The keys were still in the ignition, and when they were turned, a sputtering noise and some gray-brown smoke filled the air. Damn it all...c'mon.... Suddenly the engine revved loudly. Gabe's heart soared. "Get in you two!" he yelled behind him. The mirror on the driver's side door exploded in a shower of glass as a bullet flew through the air. "s**t! Get in! And get that damn bike in the back!" The machine was now leagues closer than it had been a moment ago. It's face was a strange twisted mess of gears, with one bright green light serving as an eye on it's left side.
A small group of Clams were approaching from the opposite direction, leaping across the highway towards them. Gabe fumbled with his pack, trying to find the pistol. He dropped it, discouraged and put the car in drive.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 1:01 pm
Tony looked back at Gabe. "Are you kidding?" he said "I wouldn't even think of taking one of them on." He looked back at it as it grew steadily closer. "Now, distracting it, on the other hand, has worked for me before." But with Gabe's insistence, Tony nodded grudgingly and pulled himself into the bed of the truck he was hot-wiring. He listened to Gabe and Shannon talk, and didn't bother answering Gabe's first question. He hesitated when Gabe asked where he was from, not wanting to let those memories surface, especially in front of strangers. He took ma deep, shaky breath and sighed. "Colorado" was all he said. He looked over to the other two again, and was about to ask a question of his own when a bullet pinged off the steel of the Truck, and shattered the divers mirror. "Um, guy's?" he said, watching the machine get ever close. "We need to go...NOW!" he pulled his SVT from his shoulder, checked its ammo, and fired several shots at the machine, if only to pathetically attempt to slow it down.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 3:22 pm
Shannon watched the mirror shatter in terror. She revved her bike and hopped on."Follow me!" she yelled into the cab, pulling away into the group of clams. She weaved through, and as one latched onto her bike, she swiftly sheathed her blade and chopped it's head clean off. She managed through the group, and laughed in victory.
It was then a bullet lodged into her calf. Shannon cried out in pain arching her back as the cuss words let out in a stream from her mouth. She only sped up, narrowly swerving as a bullet whizzed past her head.
((Sorry for shortness))
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 11:21 am
GABE Shannon sped ahead on her bike as the truck lurched forward. Gabe was amazed at how much life was left in the rusted red truck as it quickly sped up. Tony fired a shot from the back, and Gabe was careful not to turn too quickly. Suddenly, he heard Shannon cry out after plowing through the group of Clams. A tiny splash of red spurted from her leg. Gabe's heart sank. No one was sure how the epidemic spread, but having an open wound was in no way a good thing. He pressed harder on the accelerator, nudging a mini-van out of the way with the nose of the truck. He came up behind Shannon and pushed his head out the window as another spray of bullets whizzed by. "Hey!" he called, his voice almost lost in the rumble of the engine. "We gotta get to Tony's place! It's not much further!" He revved the engine, filling it with a fresh burst of energy, hoping Shannon would be able to hold on.
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