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Tickles:
--- Quote from: Mr. Fox on April 19, 2012, 08:17:19 PM ---Will limped back into his house, he had killed every last of of those filth maggot brains, but nearly broke his leg when he lost his footing. His new gauntlet worked better then he expected allowing him to smash zombies in the face with out fear of getting bitten. Tossing his weapons on the floor he limped to the couch and fell on it hard, jarring his leg in the process. If not for a quite scream from the undead he might have been a little bit louder in his cursing. He took off his pants and began to inspect his leg.
(does this call for an event thingy? If not I will complete the idea with and edit.)
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~check leg for serious injury~ 2x tails, 1x heads failure
The leg is slightly swollen, especially around the ankle, so it's hard to tell whether or not it actually broke.
--- Quote from: lubbies on April 19, 2012, 09:58:36 PM ---I follow her closely making sure not to make any loud noises.
me-Did you have anyone important in your life before all "this" happened?
Memories of my fathers bloodthirsty look fills my head.
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(Short post, penalty, premature death of character. Please submit a new one and try again.)
The two survivors passed an alleyway that just so happen to have a zombie walking in it. It caught up to the chef pretty quickly, and with very little sound, grabbed a hold and bit him in the neck. It tore out his juggular, causing him to bleed out. Within a few seconds, the body of the chef rose again, another one of the hellish horde, and they both went towards the military woman, letting out a loud growl.
@dreadknight
Al took a look at the pistol.
I'll take the pistol, and throw in two rolls of duct tape to keep the bat maintained.
Al brings out the tape and sets it beside the bat, and takes the pistol and puts it away.
Happy doing business with you. Now Lance, I'm still waiting for an answer to my question of scrap metal.
Mr. Fox:
poop thought Will, this meant he couldn't fend off the Zombies again. Looking around for anything he could splint his ankle with all he could see was his table and the table cloth. A few minutes later he had begun to break the table apart into pieces big enough to do their function better. Taking three of his precision nails he nailed two of the legs together to make a crutch. Outside he could hear the heavy breathing of a Zombie sniffing. Good thing I don't sweat much when I'm nervous. It banged on the walls for a second, then let out a screeching howl, poop he thought, not a horde now!
"Screw you god!" Limping to his feet Will grabbed his last gallon of gasoline and started pouring it over everything. He walked to the back door, backed up a bit then stuck the match he had saved for this very occasion. As his house burned to the ground Will made his way up the trail he had made deeper into the mountains.
"I'll be dead soon enough from exposure, not gonna let those maggot brains get any satisfaction out of it!"
nightshade06:
Sleeping in an attic of an abandoned cabin in the eastern forest.
Tiren wakes up startled from cracking of the floors down below.
Scared it might be a zombie he stays perfectly still and hopes it just passes by.
After about an hour of waiting he hears the door downstairs close and no more sounds are made.
Tiren thinks to his self "What if I passed up a chance to have a person to have company with?"
Quickly rushes downstairs from the attic and opens the front door to see if he can find what was in the cabin.
~insert action here~
Tickles:
--- Quote from: nightshade06 on April 20, 2012, 03:42:58 AM ---Sleeping in an attic of an abandoned cabin in the eastern forest.
Tiren wakes up startled from cracking of the floors down below.
Scared it might be a zombie he stays perfectly still and hopes it just passes by.
After about an hour of waiting he hears the door downstairs close and no more sounds are made.
Tiren thinks to his self "What if I passed up a chance to have a person to have company with?"
Quickly rushes downstairs from the attic and opens the front door to see if he can find what was in the cabin.
~insert action here~
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~checks what was in cabin~ 3x heads- Good fortune
Some of the wood rotted away on the floor, and the wind was blowing open the door, causing it to slam again. No zombies were nearby to hear it, but underneath the area where the floor fell through, something made a glint. It's a box that contains a special hunting knife.
Darkstar64:
(nightshade, when it says ~insert action here~, you're literally supposed to replace the text with your action. So it'd say ~Checking for human company~ or something along those lines.)
As a matter of fact, I found some washed up on the beach this morning. It's probably wreckage from one of the ships where the virus spread to all the passengers. Think it'd be any use to you?
I turned back to the cylinder of vile, green liquid I was holding. If this stuff actually warded off zombies, this might be helpful.
If you want, I can search for more today...And I'll trade for this and some food if I can find enough.
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