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The-Blades-slave:
Tanu slowly got to his feet stretching and said,

Don't sweat it, i'll go get the radio.

Then he climbed out of the shop and slid down the ladder. His feet hit the concrete with a 'thud' and the zombies across the street had just finished with th eboomer bile looked at him and roared. HE sore under his breath and began running in the direction of the fire station. One zombie got ahead of the crowd and was right on TAau's back, swinging blindly with his axe Tanu slammed the point of the axe into the zombies neck and decapitated it. After what felt like forever he reached the fire station and bolted into the door, which apparently the others left unlocked, and spotted a small radio. He threw it in his backpack and raced out of the door. He saw the horde looking around for him and he threw  his axe onto a patch of concrete, which backfired from what he'd intended and only attracted the zombies to him. He grabbed his axe and ran, and in a short time span had reached Al's shop. He knew he'd never make it in time to get away from the zombies, so he threw the back pack containing the radio as hard as he could, and it landed on the roof with a thud. He knew he was going out, but he'd be damned if he didn't go out fighting! aising his axe he killed one zombies and another one leaped, he swung, spliititing it in half. After several minutes the horde of zombie lie slain around his feet, and he had several bite marks on his body, He looked at Als shop and shouted,

You better remember this Al, and get the lighthouse back on for the other survivors!

Then with a smile he collapsed to his knees, he felt himself turning to a zombie and with the last of his strength he raised his axe and severed his head from his neck, preventing him from rising as a zombie, he lived in death as he lived in life, risk taking, happy, and defying the undead.

Tickles:
Al dropped what he was doing, and seen the whole thing go down. He swore under his breath and punched the railing, giving him a few splinters. The zombies below smelled the blood, and began to claw at the shop.

He couldn't have lead them away, he had to pull a last stand right here. There's a difference between bravery and stupidity.

He grabbed the bag and pulled out the radio, which was smashed do to the rough landing.

This will set us back for a while, and we don't have time for it.

He grabbed his hammer and drove the last nail in, then grabbed the last wing and began to wrap some material around it.

RP Closed until further notice.

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