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 Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 2:20 pm
Since the zombie plague spread, Hamilton, a former steel producing city, has been long abandond by the city folk. Still, there are few people still living in this city, though they are consitered dead by their familys.
They have been left to the mercy of the undead.
If you choose to start here then you will be one of these rather unlucky folk. How depressing.
People who have started here:
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 2:13 pm
*Within the depths of a apartment building basement, sat the lone surviver of Hamilton Ontario. John Arlington was pacing back and forth by the spot where he sleeps.*
"Mkay..Im going to get out of here...Im going to see if anyones still alive... See if there are cars running, ANYTHING!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2007 3:24 pm
*John walked up stairs to the main floor and looked out the window. No Zombies in sight so far.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 12:54 pm
*That day John took several steps outside than ran back into his home. He couldn't bear it. That was months ago, Winter was fading away there in Canada. Though he experienced a snow storm the night previous. It has already gotten warmer and now the snow has began to melt. John got off his cot and looked out the window*
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excaliberSr71 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 12:49 pm
Seamus roared down a cracked and broken road, jolting with the frequent potholes his bike would encounter. He had his helmet on, it's visor pulled down even though it wasn't bright enough for it to be. His only thoughts as he drove were I hope that I can find a gas station soon and please say I'm not the only one alive...
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 8:58 pm
Continuing to drive along the road, Seamus saw a gas station, breathing a sigh of relief. "finally.." Shutting off his bike, he climbed off. He checked the nozzel before begging to fill his tank, pulling the large sword from his back wearily as he waited for the tank to fill
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excaliberSr71 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 9:06 pm
*John yawned and began to make himself supper out of the veggies her had been growing in his basement.*
"Dum dee dum..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 9:11 pm
Seamus walked inside the station, comming out with several packs of beef jerky. Stuffing them in the pack tied to his bike, he pulled out the nozzle and replaced it. He slung the sword back on his back, climbing on his bike and driving away.
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excaliberSr71 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 9:14 pm
*He had finished grilling his veggies and put it on a filthy plate that seemed to have been use an abundance of times without very much wash. He found a fork and began scarfing it all down*
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 9:26 pm
Seamus pulled up into what looked like what had once been an urban neighborhood. He turned off his motorcylce, not wanting the light and noise to attract unwanted attention. He paused noticing a flickering light of a candle in a nearby window and grinned, climbing from his bike and waling closer to the light
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excaliberSr71 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 9:33 pm
*John put away his plate and walked to the bookshelf to the left while whistling 'Lucy in the sky with diamonds' He picked up a Stephan King novel and laid down on the couch.*
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 9:43 pm
Seamus parked his bike in the yard with the house with the candle light, taking a plastic explosive from his pack and setting it on the gas tank, just in case. He took a remote detenator and walked with the pack a few feet away from the bike.
Digging inside, he pulled out a bear trap, tying it to a tree. He set opened it, opened a bag filled with raw meat, placing it on the trap gingerly. He resealed the bag, stuffed it in the sack and retreated back to his hiding place of bushes, his hand on the hilt of his blade
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excaliberSr71 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 9:57 pm
*John thought he heard something outside. After so much paranoid days. He has developed quite an ear.*
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 10:03 pm
Seamus yawned, trying to keep his eyes open. He alway hated sleeping outside, and could never do it. Still, didn't have much choice. He didn't wqant to get killed by knocking on the door
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excaliberSr71 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 10:11 pm
*John put his book down and walked over to the window. He pulled a bit of the curtain aside he looked out the window. Hoping he would spot the normal kind of life.*
*Outside unfortunately was a scurrying noise coming towards the bear trap. It was getting load, and faster.*
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