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 Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 7:28 pm
Eric was stunned for a moment, but then merely nodded and pointed down the freeway.
"Keep going that way and take the exit after next." He said quickly, hoping that G.I. Jan really knew what she was doing. He was concerned, both for her and for his own safety.
Being fair, she WAS trained for that and all, but a bullet in your gut would change things...
Just as he opened his mouth to say something comforting, whether for himself or for her, he did not know, a wet smack was heard on the window behind him. Eric spun to see the gapping jaws of a mangled young woman pressed against the window. She scratching her finger nails on the glass and peeling them back with streaks of blood smearing over the window, sending needles through Eric's nerves just at the thought of what that felt like.
"Drive!" He shouted, struggling to retrieve his fire axe from the back seat before she broke in.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 4:29 pm
"Drive!"
Bill was sick of it, sick of these god damned monstrosities, popping out of nowhere, giving him a heartattack, eating his friends and then shambling on for more. Well, this one wouldn't. "Eat this you Tw**!" Bill cocked back the hammer and blew away the zombie wench as the wheels squealed sending them down the highway. Bill got on the radio after a bit to tell the rest to go to Indian hills. It might take them longer to get there, how will they know if it's really their friends when they come knocking? What about people who had already thought to hide there? It was only one of the safest places in the state-- Wait no, they had to go to Cincinatti for supplies...Surely the cars of their group would rouse zombies, will they be forced to try and claw through a zombie horde to their group in the bunker? What if they didn't let them in? What if they didn't get that far, they might not make it out of Cincinatti in the first place!
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 3:27 pm
Sloane nodded, keeping her eyes focused on the road sign coming up...only a few more miles, and they would be there.
Sloane noted the quiet resignation in his voice, perhaps she had been too harsh.
She was about to ask for her passenger to check for medicines again when she heard the splat of rotting flesh on the back window. Already weakened by the few bullet holes, Sloane anticipated that, unless stopped, the dead woman would make it through in just a minute or so.
A question flashed through Sloane's mind, distracting from the pain in her side.
"How the heck did a zombie manage to land on the car?" Sloane had thought she left them all behind at the truck, and she hadn't seen any recently...but...it was just odd.
As the Cap'n tried to recover his axe or gun, Sloane took her eyes off the road just long enough to look down at the right side of her waist. The blood wasn't black, or even darker than usual, which was a good sign. An ironic thought flitted through a mind already filled with morbidity, causing Sloane to grin. At least she wasn't gutshot. That would require more medical attention than she was trained for.
Checking in her rearview mirror, Slone considered trying to shoot the cursed thing, but he appeared to have the situation under control. Besides, Sloane couldn't remember the last time she'd practiced shooting using a mirror, she didn't want to hit anything, or anyone they still needed.
A shot later, and red splats covered the back window...Sloane resentfully realized that soemone would have to clean it. She soon realized that the shot hadn't come from inside her car, so it must have been their traveling partners.
Ironic how much her morbid sense of humor had been steadily improving, Sloane noted mentally. With a small cry of victory, Sloane finally spotted the correct exit sign and got off, another ironic thing catching her attettion..she'd used her blinker. They were in the middle of a flight for their lives and she had used her blinker...
" Okay, where to next?" Sloane asked, feeling as though she wasn't getting enough breath with each lungful of air she inhaled.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 4:47 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2006 8:36 pm
((Dang right she's gonna be lookin' at you funny. xd ))
As they passed by a fairly large building, Sloane was momentarily stunned to see children, zombies, crawling out in the street.
"They're blind!"She breathed, her voice no louder than the low hum of the car. It was rather ironic in a way..though Sloane was beginning to hate herself for all teh morbid thoughts taht had begun marching through her brain.
Sloane automatically followed her passenger's orders, after all, she'd never been here, it was up to him and Bill to get then out of here.
She heard his little comment about Catholics, it was probably a good thing that she wasn't part of that denomination. Though his crack still didn't seem to make sense.
A couple moments later, her passenger burst into laughter, creating the oddest scene Sloane had seem in a long time. Her face must look as hilarious as he sounded, for he only laughed harder as she stared at him.
Hoping that the previous truck driver hadn't snapped totally, Sloane returned her eyes to the road.
Sloane grimace as she felt another message of pain travel to her neural sensors. Trying desperately to ignore the hysterical person, Sloane reached across to the glove compartment, her eyes on the road for the most part. Scrabbling about in the tiny compartment Sloane nearly shouted in triumph as she grasped a small bottle. Glancing at the container's label to be sure it wasn't rat poison or some other nonsense, Sloane popped off the lid and dumped a few of the pills in her mouth...swallowing instinctively.
It was only a littel further; Sloane sighed as she saw a green sign that marked their destination at a couple more miles. Checking in the rear-view mirror, Sloane was glad to see that no zombies were following them, in fact none were even in the current vicinity.
A small smile lit her face as she relaxed a bit...trying to get rid of the goosebumps. She wasn't allowed to have goosebumps, Sloane thought irrationally, she was a soldier in the U.S army.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 7:55 pm
Really though, any one ever seen the original dawn of the dead? There WERE zombies on the ice! Priceless... Now open for romance and longing... for brains... Or passion an desire... for brains...
Now for my rendition of a anarchist zombie.
What do we want?!
Brains...
When do we want it?!
Brains...
Though really, let the abomination begin! Its not like this RP is going anywhere as is...
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 5:52 pm
Okay, as an actual zombie Rp does not seem to work, I have decided to propose the idea of something akin to Shaun of the dead. A romantic comedy... with zombies.
As we are currently in the middle of an rp, however inactive it may be, I feel the need to ask the other players whether they would be okay with jumping for a new setting that it may work for valentine's day.
My idea was that couples would be at a given restaurant/theater/movie what ever, and that zombies would appear through jealous vengeance against those that rejected them, thus releasing their undead rage against the happily living. Any takers?
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 8:47 pm
((I would, but I still have to post a profile*
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 5:59 pm
((You know, the lonely dead cannot do anything unless people start posting here... Stop making them soo lonely... They just want brains...))
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2006 3:07 pm
((No one want to do the forbidden dance with zombies sad ))
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 5:44 pm
ooh ooh ooh pick me pick me i wanna do the dance!!!!(what IS the forbidden dance anyway?)
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 6:34 pm
(( Im pretty sure hes refering to th at dry hump and grind dance that doesnt really involve anything but he movment of your hips.. I remember way back in middle school that would be like sexual harassment at their dances but at high school they would huddle everyone over to corner of the tennis coursts specifically so theirs no room and and it was one giant orgy everyone grinden on everyone else. and the teachers just watched ...ew. I waas with the few of the freestylers that busted more thana f ew moves.))
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