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Mr. Fox:
It seemed that no matter what I did I couldn't avoid the glass bottles scattered everywhere, it was a wonder I hadn't woken up a mob already. I stumbled another step this time kicking a tin can. I guess it was tin that woke up the zombies, because I heard a low growl come out of an ally way a few hundred yards to the left. I quickly moved to the shadows as a zombie missing half of it's lower face stumbled out of the ally. It sniffed it's way to the can that I had kicked then dropped to his knees. It grabbed the can and took a deep and prolonged smell of it, then it tried to eat it. Once it found out that tin can's couldn't be eaten it got very angry. It threw the can then let out a loud roar and started to sniff around. I sent up a prayer to the man up stairs, more then likely I was going to be a zombie's snack by morning.

I finished my prayer then picked up the closest weapon I could find, a large brick and charged the lone zombie with it raised above my head. It heard me, turned towards me, roared, then charged as well...

Tickles:
As if by divine intervention, a random emo kid comes out of nowhere and cuts himself.

I don't want to live anymore.

The blood attracts the zombie that was going to get the old woodsman, and it goes into a frenzy. The emo kid, realizing what he has done, begins to run off, leading the zombie away from the man. The man is now alone, safe an sound...for now.

Mr. Fox:
I watch in amazement as a kid just starts cutting himself drawing all the zombies to him. I dropped the brick and something else in my pants. I was going to need some new underwear soon. Is this how the city people survived the zombies, killing a person every night? I hope I don't run into any of these brutes any time soon, they might view old age as weakness.

Shrugging the events of a few moments before I resumed my walk, there had to be some shelter somewhere, and I was going to find it; even if it was the last thing I did.

lubbies:
I wince as he picks me up and he takes me upstairs. He sets me down.

Al-How's that feel?

I lie and say,

me-Great thanks.

I fake smile to the best of my ability but the pain from my foot brings small tears to my eyes.

Tickles:
You know, lying about how you feel is not good. We're all human here, and as long as you're not infected, we're going to help. You need some serious pain killers, and the only place I can think of that has any is the hospital, but no one is stupid nor brave enough to even go by that place. Unless...

Al walks over by a strange plant.



He picks one of the fruit.

Here, eat this. It's going to taste funny, but it should numb the pain a bit.

He hands the kid the fruit.

This stuff grows wild on the island. It can grow in conditions you wouldn't believe, and I've been using it to make paste for glue. I ate one and fell asleep. Had a strange dream, but the next day, I felt well rested.

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