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Mr. Fox:
Will was awoken by the sound of scratching on the walls. He gently lifted the cover to the window and looked out. There were ten zombies all wandering around looking for food, and they must have smelt his fire. Will silently cursed to himself, he was getting forgetful in his old age, never leave a fire burning for too long. He grabbed his machete and picked up his new makeshift gauntlet. he slid it over his hand, a snug fit. He walked to the rear door and gently opened it, no need to start the feeding frenzy any sooner then need be. With his machete and wrench in hand he walked to where the zombies could easily see him and whistled at them.
"Hey! Maggot brains! Dinner's Served!"
dreadknight:
(Sorry, would of posted sooner but I've had a busy day. Nice to see the boom of activity in the thread though.)
The man had been walking for several hours, only coming across a few lost zombies here and there, which he easily dispatched with a blow to the head.
Weird, it's like the whole horde went off in one direction.
He had heard some yelling off in the distance not too long ago, which, he supposes, is what's made his day so easy.
Eventually, he makes it to Al's. Looking around, he sees that somebody's been busy cleaning the place up of the undead. He leans down, inspecting one of the corpses. He notices a distinct wound, that which can only be gotten from a sword.
Lance... he says under his breath.
He promptly climbs up Al's rope ladder and makes his way inside. Looking around, he sees a girl in military attire and Lance holding a jar of green slime.
Boomer Bile. That stuff's an accident waiting to happen. he thinks to himself.
The man stands near the entrance, waiting for Al and the girl to finish talking.
Aquashin:
If there is one, it would be at the library. I don't leave this place at all, so someone may have looted it, but you can go ahead and try. From my knowledge, it's to the west, but with no sun to tell us which way is east, it may be hard. If you hit the beach, you went the wrong way.
He places the lighter casing on a shelf behind him to air out a bit.
Any other questions?
soon she saw a boy come in and didnt looked much, letting them do their thing
Well, Lance, if this isn't a surprise. what do you need? Let me guess, you want me to improve that sword with the designs I showed earlier, don't you?
Al knew Lance wasn't going to give up the sword easily, and didn;t put his hopes up for it. He turned his attention to the woman again, awaiting her response who kept quiet.
Don't think so Al, at least not yet.
she sighs and looks at Al
"i will just be off... when i find a safe place i will start rescuing people... and try to take the zombies from the super market "
she sighs and leaves the store walking out
Tickles:
--- Quote from: The-Blades-slave on April 19, 2012, 06:11:32 AM ---~search through books on the floor~
--- End quote ---
2x heads, 1x tails- Success
Underneath some books is one titled "Molotov- The story of the russian american gangster." It explains in detail on the back cover different ways to make a molotov, and other devices.
@Dreadknight and Darkstar
Al notices a somewhat familiar face, though all he goes by is foxtrot.
I'm assuming you're here for ammo? I told you before, I don't have any, and never will. If anyone comes across ammo in this hellhole, they will more than likely use it up like a fool.
He turns to Lance, who is inspecting a jar of boomer bile.
That stuff in there is amazing. Throw it at something, and the zombies will attack it instead of you. Seen it work first hand. I'll only trade those for something of value, and I got one promised to a guy who is currently getting me some new books.
But that's not what I want to talk about right now, I'm running low on scrap metal, and was wondering if you can help me acquire some, or where to find some.
dreadknight:
Foxtrot moves out of the girl's way so she can leave. Supermarket? I thought that place was picked clean... he thinks to himself. After pondering that for a minute or two, he walks over to the counter.
I'm assuming you're here for ammo? I told you before, I don't have any, and never will. If anyone comes across ammo in this hellhole, they will more than likely use it up like a fool.
Foxtrot sighs. Yeah, that's why I came...
He pauses and looks around. He's never seen a place filled with so much junk, but still be so organized.
After a few minutes of silence, he looks back at Al. I've had a change of heart though. I'm actually in the market for a new weapon. Something blunt with a good reach to it. Ya know, something like a baseball bat, or maybe a mace.
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