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| Jonnie | Jul 28 2010, 08:03 AM Post #41 |
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"Aye! Ah agree!" Maxi spun around quickly, bashing one last zombie and droping the tool. She scampered over the car that had it's bumper ripped off. And inward hiss sound from her and she stepped down with her left foot. Maxi ignored the pain, going onwards. "Go, go, go!" |
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| Trique | Jul 29 2010, 01:12 AM Post #42 |
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Trique sprinted ahead of the two, still pumped. He saw a big red door, with the words "SAFE HOUSE" printed on it. "Hey, Guys, In here!" As he opened the door, the sight inside the "safe House" was a horrible one. Blood everywhere, dripping from the ceiling, and body parts everywhere, rotting. And laying in the middle of it was a crying figure, hunched over and sobbing. Trique cautiously stepped towards her.. "A-are you okay?" |
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| Fission | Jul 29 2010, 01:39 AM Post #43 |
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"Hold up!" Zeke said loudly, holding back with Maxi. "Need help?" he asked, his rifle at idle. "I can't believe the shit he's pulled... ugh, all three of us are gonna die out here if he doesn't stop running off!" He moved ahead of Maxi, still holding back from going into a full-out run. He was gonna get himself killed, Trique was. Sighing, Zeke gripped his rifle tight, ready to shoulder it and shoot anything that moved. |
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| Jonnie | Aug 3 2010, 07:57 AM Post #44 |
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Maxi looked ahead to the safehouse. Something didn't seem right, escpecially with Trique darting forwards. She then looked to Zeke who kept behind with her. "Nah. Go, go. Also if he wants to sign his death warran', he can go right on ahead." She caught up to Trique, stoping outside of the safe house and looking in at the blood on the walls. "...Woah." |
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| Trique | Aug 3 2010, 08:02 AM Post #45 |
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Trique froze in his tracks. The womans eyes were bright red, and she hissed at him, baring her teeth. So many thoughts ran threw Triques mind, but only the word "Uh." Came out. The white skinned woman Screeched at the top of her lungs, throwing herself at trique, Her bloody claws scratching him as they went down. Trique screamed and tried to get her off, panicking. |
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| Fission | Aug 3 2010, 08:05 AM Post #46 |
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Zeke's eyes widened and his rifle was up instantly. He stepped casually into the destroyed saferoom, his rifle cracking. One headshot. Two. Three. This thing wouldn't die! Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. He dropped the clip and loaded the last one, sliding the bolt back up. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. The bitch fell backwards, its skull exploded into pieces. Zeke threw his rifle aside and rushed to Trique's aide, kneeling beside him and checking over the many bloody cuts on his body. "You okay, man? What the fuck was that thing?" |
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| Jonnie | Aug 4 2010, 06:22 AM Post #47 |
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Maxi froze, afraid. What the hell just happened?! The woman had moved so fast and wouldn't die quickly, even with a shot or multiple through the head. It was like she was an imitation of a bear. Maxi's pupils narrowed. Something in the back of her mind was entertained, and she almost wanted to laugh with it. She snickered a soft bit, then forced her face to be straight. |
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| Trique | Aug 7 2010, 12:07 AM Post #48 |
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Trique screamed in pain, grabbing at his shoulder, a gaping hole that went all the way through was bleeding profusely in it. "Gaaaah! That bitch! That bitch that bitch that bitch!" He yelled, screaming again. "Gaaaah! Fuck!" he gripped his shoulder tighter, holding back tears of pain, rolling around in agony. |
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| Fission | Aug 10 2010, 09:47 PM Post #49 |
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Uguu desu
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Zeke gritted his teeth as he held Trique's hand against his wound. "Fuckin' hell... hold on!" he said. He emptied the pockets of his hoodie, ammo falling to the ground. The jacket came off and he pressed it against the wound, feeling a bit vomitous as part of his hand sank down as the jacket went partially inside the wound. He doubled over the body of the hoodie, then he wrapped the arms around Trique's arm, wrapping it as tight as possible. "Just keep pressure on it, man," he said, a bit panicky. |
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