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 Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 7:48 am
I started walking again; no matter what Vince could say, it wasn't going to stop me from continuing anyways. Too prideful I thought, the words scraping against my head. I'm always putting the 'older' card in front of these guys, though the 'older' card might just mean weak now. I started heading north now and scrapped the pistol against the side of the fence.
Click. Click. Click. Click.
Finally, I saw another hole accenting the middle of the fence, almost big enough for something to sneak underneath. I looked around to make sure that what ever built it hadn't already made it's way over for a visit. I looked for the guys. They were out of view and probably enjoying the beef tripe, brains and poo hole stew. There wasn't any windows on the side of the building except the administration offices and the library.
I quickly scrambled to find some dirt, but all I could see was the pile of it on the other side of the fence where it was dug up. I squabbled to pull up dirt from the ground and threw it down over the hole. By the sixth or seventh repetition, I glanced up after what must have been a minute on the ground.
My leg finally gave way, and it rendered itself useless. I rested there on the ground with my leg turned out and a hand against the back of my head. There was a rock behind me, small, but enough to spray warm blood against it. I felt it on my neck and the top of my left shoulder too.
In a daze, I reached for support from the fence without luck. The fence was too far away, and I was too weak to lift myself right now anyway. I couldn't really hear either, so I might have been shouting but it was most likely weak puffs of weak air.
With the hole only half way complete with dirt that wasn't sealed in properly anyway, I grabbed my gun. I felt the tough wood and steel against my chest, almost held there with an anchor of anxiety.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 8:23 am
Vincent was in his cell with the door locked, "Why doesnt anyone ever listen to the medic, hope karma gets them for their ignorance, for now im just ganna get som rest, no one comes to me for help anyway, theyll be alright i hope.," he said while he dozed off to sleep.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 3:17 pm
Gauge was on the south side of the prison, still no one else in sight. He moved very quietly next to the building and was nearing the western side of the prison.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 1:55 am
James sighed when Rick walked away, he was still outside, " 'Cool it with the bullets...' hmph." he said under his breath. Just wait 'til, you run dry... he thought.
After a while of planning his own schedule, he decided to find Rick. "Gotta let him know I need more bullet stuff." he went into a light jog, and then stopped, "He seemed kinda annoyed that we checked up on him the first time..." he thought out loud, "Maybe he might not want us to again... probably tryin' to give a reason to send me back out here..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 7:09 pm
DeathFyrz [2 late to join?] Name: Timothy Age: 19 Species: [Purple] Fox Team: Survivor Type of Zombie: Runner when Killed. Weapons: Pump-Action Shotgun, Colt 45, Machete. Other Specialties: Good aim, knows how to kill people with his hands, and feels nothing horrible inside when he kills zombies, knowing they are the undead friends and family of people who might have survived. ((nope u could have joined anytime, btw ppl i havent posted anythin cuz im snoozing xd just thought i say y cuz no1 else has posted ))
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 7:36 pm
[Death, your specialties are off. Please read the rules and budget them better.]
[[If anyone new is reading this, we are going to need more rebirths to get the RP started]]
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 7:43 pm
(ya, otherwise i'll have to raise some hell)
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 8:04 pm
Name: Timothy
Age: 19
Species: [Purple] Fox
Team: Survivor
Type of Zombie: Runner when Killed.
Weapons: Pump-Action Shotgun, Colt 45, Machete.
Other Specialties: Good with Melee weapons, horrible with long-ranged. He acts like he doesn't care about anyone but himself but in truth hes scared of losing his friends.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 9:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 10:37 pm
(Alright -cracks knuckles- time to raise some hell i guess >: D)
With the time that passes, Gauge was able to walk around the prison, but having no luck to gain easy access. So instead he deiced to see if any of the others were stupid enough to venture outside. With each silent step, he made his way back to the sole reason he was able to get in here in the first place. The norther part of the fence
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 12:42 am
The fresh breaths of air washed over my face as I stared, petrified, at the slowly fading light in the sky. I held the gun closer, unaware that I was actually hurting my self.
Bitter tears, both from excruciating pain and horror, ran down my face and into my mouth, so that it too, could feel and taste the fear.
A hole in the gate, the scent of blood, fading light and fear. It was not the best situation to be in. I grasped the sleeve of my shirt, ripped it off and placed it on the back of my head to soak the blood. It became soaked in a matter of seconds, and dripped little red dots in the grass. I tossed it and started to crawl with the reserve power and a hint of adrenaline to boost me towards the prison, or in this case, life.
My arms tightened and squeezed until I had to take a break. Still a bit woozy from the blood loss, I could only make out a little of my own faint moans and cries, which were still not very loud.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 2:20 am
James sighed, Rick had been out for awhile, "Gee... Do I always have to check up on everyone?" he asked, walking outside, he went towards the direction he saw Rick head off to and saw him laying in a pool of blood, "Holy..." he ran over and quickly propped him up, "Dang man, did you trip?" he was practically dragging him back, "Vincent is going to give you hell about this..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 4:21 am
[[the problem with joining after a RP like this has already started is that i have no idea where to start]]
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 5:34 am
DeathFyrz [[the problem with joining after a RP like this has already started is that i have no idea where to start]] (just wake up in a prison cell. It's the easiest way to jump in. Heavy sleeper, ears plugged, just make a logical excuse as to why you didn't wake up sooner. just make sure you read the posts to get you up to speed)
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