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Re: Relife

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Name:Ryan "Talon" Shadow Wolf
Age: 25
Job: local Hobby shop owner (dealing in occult and role playing games
Body Style (Slender, heavy, et cetera): Thick
Physical Description: not large but not small Talon stands roughly 5' 6" inches tall. He has natural dark skin, short black hair and dark brown eyes. He has a thick athletic build with a multitude of scars running up his right arm.
Short Background:
Ryan was born to Shawn Shadow wolf and Anita white water. Around his 13th birthday his father and he where out on a nature walk when they where attacked by some sort of animal. Ryan was found wandering down a highway just outside the wounds his arm riped and torn, his fathers body was never found. His mother moved them to the town soon after the event to live with her parents. after he graduated high school he attended the local community college and earned a masters degree in Business and opened a Hobby/gaming shop he supports his aging mother in their home located on the third floor of their shop. located on the outskirts of town the three story building was a gift from his grandparents, Originally for storage it has no outside windows on the first floor and only one door located at the front of the shop. .He earned the nickname Talon in college after he enrolled in a program to treat injured birds.
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Re: Relife

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Alicia watched in horror as her father came towards her. She was completely in shock.

"Oh, there you are, darling... What a mess! Did you cut yourself in the garage...?" Hearing her mother say this, she snapped out of her stupor. Unfortunatly, by the time she had enough wits about her to yell "Mom! NO!" it was too late.

Screaming, Alicia didn't know what to do. She could only think that she had to run. She ran past her dad eating her mother, (how sick is that?) and ran out the front door. She was forced to stop and empty her stomach in the bushes behind the house. She stood up and looked around. She was beginning to think that the situation was hopeless.

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Re: Relife

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She screamed, "Oh my god!" She ran into the back to get help. She asked if anyone knew how to help, but evryone was either clueless and scared or just plain clueless. She stoopped down and looked at him to see if he was ok but, she backed away because she go an awful feeling about touching him.
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Re: Relife

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Here's my introductory post. I've decided to join.

Dark-haired and pale, a slender fellow stood on an office rooftop in the commercial sector of Saint's Rest. His name was Christophe Embiscule, but he had gone by many over his years of "service". A professional assassin, he was quite accustomed to the ending of lives.

Now he sat, mildly watching the chaos unfold below him. The dead were walking, apparently. Zombies, one might say. Hell, that's what they were -- If they weren't zombies, what could you call them? They ate people. If they didn't get completely devoured, they stood up a little while later, and tried to eat more people... Sounded like zombies to him, at least.

It didn't really bother him at all. He had been a firsthand witness to plenty of killings. Granted, his targets generally didn't get eaten alive, but the concept was essentially the same thing, right?

He watched with idle fascination as a young woman was overrun by a mob of the grotesque creatures. Within a matter of seconds, she was neatly yet violently divided into pieces and randomly distributed. An arm here, a foot here, a thigh there. It was almost like watching a group of people tear into a rotisserie chicken, only... raw. And more bloody. With more screaming, and less seasoning.

The thought struck him as funny, and he muffled the laugh that threatened to bubble up past his lips. He was at a tactical disadvantage, overwhelmingly outnumbered, and cornered. The very building he stood upon contained dozens, if not over a hundred zombies. It had just so happened that none had managed to find or use the roof access ladder. He doubted, from the looks of things, that they could manage the dexterity required.

He'd seen some people pass by his building. Real people, from the sounds of their talking... One was bitten -- A heavyset man wearing a pair of navy blue coveralls. Christophe knew what that meant, but they apparently didn't.

Calmly setting down his attache case, he assembled the customized Dragunov rifle. The group was about 800 feet away. The wind was blowing southwest, at approximately 12 miles per hour. The group was proceeding at about four-and-a-half miles per hour, collectively, at Christophe's estimation. Visibility was good.

Blinking a couple of times to focus his vision, he set the scope atop the rifle and let a bullet fly, in a gesture that seemed almost careless. The infected man's head disappeared from the eyes up, and he collapsed to the ground. Christophe pulled the bolt back on his rifle, and the still-smoking cartridge ejected, clattering a couple of feet away on the tarred roof.

The group scattered like quail, shrieking wildly in one voice. Music to Christophe's ears, it sounded like the harmonius torture of angels. His pale lips pulled away from his white teeth in a wry smile. He loved the way heads seemed to vaporize when struck just so from a sniper's bullet.

A moan came from behind him. Startled, he spun on his heel just in time to dodge the stealthy ghoul's attack. It stumbled harmlessly past, but somehow kept its footing. Gritting his teeth, angry at the creature, but more angry at himself for having been sneaked up on, he took a small hop and kicked the creature's ankle. There was a brittle crack like the pineknot exploding in a fire, and the zombie fell, but showed no sign of pain.

All the more angry at its silence, Christophe heel-kicked the creature's head, splattering its coagulated blood and brains in a phalanx around him. Frowning unhappily, he shifted his hair out of his face with a flick of his wrist.

They were so unsatisfying to kill. Humans made more noise.

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Re: Relife

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Ryan:

There just weren't enough kids in this town, or at least not enough who were into gaming. Business was always slow, and you hadn't had a customer all day. Approaching late afternoon, the electronic chime went off, indicating someone entering the shop.

Ugh, another drunk, stumbling and moaning. This town was plagued with them. At least this one wasn't pissing on the comics, or asking you to give him a foot massage, or confiding his secret aspirations to be an astronaut to you.

Something was different. This one seemed very... disoriented. He knocked over a stand, scattering dice all over the floor.

Allie:

The waiter gurgled, and slumped over on his side. A pool of blood began to surround him. You could almost feel him expire from where you stood, as he breathed his last quivering breath.

Now there were more zombies at the door. They were shoving insistently at it, and the flimsy storm door was caving. At least the waiter had managed to lock the inner door. That ought to hold them... right? The owner, a fat, sluggish man, walked out of his back room, his hair in sleep-corkscrews. He seems groggy, but that fades very quickly when his eyes fall upon the bleeding waiter.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

Alicia:

The school was nearby. You had walked there often, before the world went insane. Screams of terror, squealing tires, breaking glass... Your neighborhood was had become hell. Two houses down and across the street, you saw a man standing on the balcony of the Turner house... He didn't look familiar, but nor did he look like a zombie.

Several of the horrid creatures were already beating at the door to the house, but it seemed to be holding for now. You could probably sneak around back.

Your parents' car was in the garage, and the keys were over the visor as always. With the roads the way they are, you may have problems getting anywhere, but it might be worth a shot. As far as you knew, there was plenty of gas in the tank.

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Re: Relife

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"Again, why is it every town drunk had to find their way into my shop?" Ryan thought as he reached under the desk for the steel baseball bat he kept hidden there. He had bought and kept it under the bar since around five months ago Jeffrey Slone had decided that this "Ingine" needed to be taught a lesson after one to many drinks and has come at him with a switch blade. There was also a couple shotguns and three bricks of Ammo in the locked cabinet behind him, but that was for the hunting trips he took with his grandfather and a few of the local teens. He held the the baseball bat out at an angle as he came around the counter and let out a sigh. Tim Johnson of course it would be him. He had been in the shop a couple of times ,both times blind drunk and on a tirade, he had taken a swing at Ryan a couple of times at the local bar. Especially when his sister had smiled at him and gave him her number. He moved around the room putting a gaming table between him and Tim. "Tim what are you doing in here now? Do i have to call the cops like last time?"







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Re: Relife

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Obscuro smiled a sickening, disturbing smile. He sat for a moment or two waiting on some officer with a beanbag gun to lunge in the cell and shoot him before fitting him with a striate jacket. They hadn’t taken any chances with him after he had disemboweled 3 of the guards with a spork. No one came; no in fact the building was as quiet one of his finished homes, though not as well decorated. He smiled again, “Well,” he thought to himself, “First thing I’m going to do when I get out of here is get something to eat. They just don’t serve food here for my sophisticated pallet.” He grinned again, picturing his last good meal, a human heart so fresh it was still beating. The girl it belonged to didn’t want to give it up, but after all, they couldn’t both be happy. Her boy friend didn’t seem too happy either now that he thought about it. Then again he did complain so when the drill bit went through his scull. Its not like the brain can feel anything, then again it might have been an odd feeling having your brain puréed and then drank directly out of your head. Sadly these are questions we may never know the answer too and it wasn’t like the guy had used his brain much anyway.
Obscuro slowly slid his head outside the door to see if anyone was around, it was a cautious sliding of the head, not like that one time at the bowling ally.
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Re: Relife

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Looking up at the man on the balcony, she was saddened. The poor guy probably had no way out. Oh well, when the world is ending, it's every man (or woman) for themselves, right?

Making a mad dash for the car, she opened the door and jumped inside, locking it quickly behind her. Retrieving the keys she put them in the ignition, turned them, and the engine roared to life. She knew the main streets would be blocked, but this puppy was her daddy's 4-wheel drive jeep. They'd often went offroading in it. She pulled out of her driveway and sped down the street, bowling a few zombies over in the process. Because she was going at such a speed over them, her head hit the top of the jeep. But she couldn't stop.

Driving on, she had this nagging feeling that she should go back. That poor guy was gone for sure if she didn't help. But he didn't look familiar...

Could she trust him?

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Re: Relife

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Allie looked at her boss. He looks greasier than yesterday. "I don't know...", she looked for an escape route as the door started to bend. This isn;t good at all!"

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Re: Relife

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Ryan:
Tim looked up at you, his eyes blank and uncomprehending. Typical. You were about to speak again when he went full over the table, clutching at your throat. Was he... was he trying to bite you? So it would appear.

Blood seeps from the corners of his mouth, as his broken and jagged teeth gnash viciously, trying to get a bite of you. This wasn't an ordinary drunk, not by a long shot...

As you wrestle, you hear the electronic bell chime again. Someone else is in the shop now. Maybe they'll help you.

Obscuro:
There was no one in either direction, it would seem. Across from you, the cell door had also swung open, and an elderly man sat inside it, his wild white hair making him look like a tortured composer. He clutched what would appear to be a severed human foot. Upon seeing you, he cackled.

"Yep, they're zombies, all right! Bit me too! Yup, so I took this here foot, right off the end o' my own ankle, so when I turn, I won't be hungry n'more!" You saw after he spoke, that his left leg ended in a jagged stump. A bloody fork sat nearby. Did he manage to sever his own foot with only a fork?

It sorta reminded you of that gym coach, a couple of towns ago. Nostalgia settled in for a moment, and a pleasant smile drifted across your face. Then reality crashed back in.

Alicia:
You knew the man. He didn't leave nearby, but you had seen him around, visiting the local lawyer's office and going to the diner sometimes. His heavy body shape spoke of a life of honest labor.

You tried to settle your nerves as you drove. In either direction, all you could see was chaos and dischord. Dogpiles on front lawns, ribbons of flesh being torn away from cooling corpses, screams of the living drowned out by the moans of the dead.

Ahead, the road is blocked, as you had anticipated. But... Blocked by humans. Humans in uniforms. Camo uniforms. One steps forward as you approach, an American-made assault rifle in his hands and a scowl on his face.

"Halt and cut the engine!"

Allie:
The manager looked out the door at the creature trying to beat its way in. A dreamy smile plays across his lips. "Zombies, huh? And here they said I was crazy for installing these shutters..."

Flipping aside a metal box you had assumed to cover the thermostat, the manager turned a red knob. Steel shutters slid down over the windows and the door, sealing out the groaning corpses.

"Well. We're safe now, until someone comes for us. Anyone for poker?" The manager grins at you, a hint of lechery in his eyes. His expression turned to pain and panic as the bitten waiter sank his teeth into the manager's neck, pulling away a fist-sized chunk of flesh.

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Re: Relife

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Ryan didn't think he acted instantly and snapped his hand up instantly and grabbed hard and firm under Tim's ,or whatever the hell this thing was, neck and pushed hard and to the left sending him...it to the left. He moved back clutching the baseball bat tight as he watched the thing struggle to get back to it's feet. He wasn't quite sure what had happened to Tim but he didn't look alive anymore. Thoughts of all the injustices that this man had done to him swam through his head before Ryan, griping the bat tightly in his hands, moved forward. Raising the bat over his head he slammed it repeatedly into the thing's body the satisfying crunch of bone issued as the bat connected with the thing's shoulder and a wet thud accompanied the blows he delivered to the thing's head. He turned ,gore matting the baseball bat, towards the door to see who or what had just entered the shop the rage still burning in him from the thoughts of what Tim slone had done to him.

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Re: Relife

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Katakat on Fri Oct 26, 2007 3:37 am

Name: Cosmina Kidd
Age: 23
Job: College student/Bar Maid
Body Style: Slender
Physical Description: She is around 5'2', straight raven black hair with green tips to her mid back, she keeps it in a long braid. lime green eyes, she has rimless glasses. She's has a tattoo of the grim reaper on her back, as well as a naval piercing. Normally wearing a black Speggetti strap shirt with black fishnet, as well as a black mini skirt an black angle high boots.
Short Background: She was originally born in Romania but was put up for adoption because her parents couldn't take care of her, she was then adopted by the Kidd family and raised in New Mexico, she's been into the paranormal since she was 8 years old. Once she became 21 she went to Saint's Rest for college, she knew she would have to earn some money and applied as a bar maid.

This looks really fun to RP :3

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She sat in her dorm room quietly reading, she was by her self sense her roommate went out for a weekend. Getting up and going to the kitchen and begun to listen to the radio while she washed the dishes from yesterday. She looked at the time and saw it was also almost time to get ready for work, she sighed. She heard the phone ring and decided to ignore it, and headed to take her shower.

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Re: Relife

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Alicia's hand was shaking on the steering wheel. [i]Oh man.[i] "GET OUT OF THE WAY! DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON AROUND HERE?!? LET ME THROUGH!" She was in a panic. The guards just stood there. "ARE YOU DEAF? WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE?!? THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO NEED YOUR HELP!"

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Re: Relife

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Arc_J on Tue Oct 30, 2007 3:29 am

Ryan:
"You should've aimed for the head in the first place," a disapproving, but calm voice, spoke. "These are zombies, you know."

A man had walked into the store. He was tall and slender, wearing formal black clothing. His eyes are expressionless, fixed on your own.

"I'd either barricade this place or flee immediately -- Whatever takes your fancy. There's a group on their way, and they are undoubtedly hungry... They always seem to be, don't they? I heard there's literally no end to their hunger. They eat and eat and eat, their stomachs burst, and they keep eating even past that. Of course, this is Hollywood speaking, but from what I've witnessed, it's probably true."

He picked up a 20-sided die from the floor, and tossed it on a nearby table. Natural 20. "It's a shame it's not a game anymore, isn't it?" He said with a wry smile. "My name is Chris. Maybe we'll meet again, if you survive. Goodbye, and good luck."

Walking out the door, he calmly dispatched a zombie with a small blackened handgun, and disappeared out of your range of vision.

Cosmina:
The shower was cold, of course... It seemed to be a bad day for everyone, didn't it? Then you realized you forgot your towel. Dripping wet, you wrapped yourself in your robe and walked back into the bedroom. Searching through the drawer, you realized you forgot to do the laundry too.

Huffing impatiently, you grabbed the towel you used yesterday from the hamper. The front door to your room swung open. Apparently you had forgotten to close it in your rush.

You stepped into the hall, chastising yourself for the mistake. These were dangerous times. You reached out for the door, and saw a girl standing outside, a couple of paces away. You didn't really know her, but you'd seen her around campus. She was covered in blood, and looking at you... hungrily? She trembled all over, and lunged at you.

Alicia:
One of the guards approached, his gun not pointed at you, but you could sense his lack of hesitance to use it. He spoke loudly and authoritatively.

"This area is being quarantined. You are forbidden to leave. Return to your home immediately, lock your doors, and remain there until help arrives. Continue your attempt to flee the city, and you will be fired upon. There will be no second warning."

And with that, the man walks back to the line of soldiers, taking a moment to shoot a zombie through the head, seemingly without a care.

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Re: Relife

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Cosmina
As the women came lunging at her she quickly grabbed the coat rack by the door, knocking the crazed women back and slamming her door. She saw the women getting up back up, "that isn't normal at all" she thought, she quickly slammed the door and locked the padlocks and ran toward the phone dialing 9-1-1. she then noticed the message on the machine.

Nobody was answering her call hanging up and pushing play for the message she was listening as she went into her roommates room to find something to use, her roommate had went hunting with her father many times so it had to be safe to assume she had a gun or a hunting knife she could perhaps use.

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Re: Relife

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Alicia was a smart girl. She knew to get back in the car. A part of her wondered if asking if she could stay with them would do her any good, but she knew it wouldn't. Her mind went to the guy on the balcony. Maybe if she could get to him, they'd both have a better chance at surviving. There is safty in numbers, right?

She turned the car around and headed back down the road. A group of four zombies was in here way. Gripping the wheel tightly she slammed on the gas pedal and sent them flying. She sped towards the yellow house.

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Re: Relife

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Obscuro smiled widely, a man after his own heart. “Good thinking?!” he gave a thumbs up. That foot was making him hungry. He had grown thinner in the asylum, mainly because he just couldn’t choke down that dry tasteless food. His last good meal had come from a little nurse that was no longer with the staff. He had convinced her to open the cell and give him his food like a human being. She did. God this was making him ravenous! He could murder a nice rare…. ANYTHING!
First thing was first though. “I have to get out of these stupid germ infested cotton clothes and back into the ones they took from me.” He took off down the hallway going to patient storage. The courts had called for the return of the leather to their proper families until the head of research at the asylum had stood up and announced that the clothes were like nothing they had seen before. The man had even gone so far as to publish a paper related to the way he had made his clothes. Obscuro sighed. That designer shit wasn’t worth the children it killed in Indonesia to make, if you wanted good quality leather, you had to tan some one alive the strip their skin while they screamed. People are so stupid.
He bounded off down the hallway towards storage to retrieve as much of his equipment as they had kept as study material. Hopefully his blood iron weapons were their although he was sure the gut buster bombs had rotted by now he did find comfort in the idea that all of his clothes, includeing his trench coat, would be safely locked away. “And then I can really get something to eat.”

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Re: Relife

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Ryan_wolf on Thu Nov 01, 2007 10:16 pm

Zombies!?! I'm dealing with Zombies!?! Ryan clutched the bat tight his knuckles whitening around the grip. Turning he went over to the cabinet and removed his shotguns and the cash register of the money ind stashed it with the rest of the he had been saving for bills this week. He turned and walked out the door throwing the equipment into the passenger side of his 4by4 checking the back seat and around the truck for any signs of those things. Turning he could see the group that the stranger had been talking about. the stumbled their way up the road towards. That was fine he smiled slightly and got in the truck and started the engine , he turned and pulled out onto the road aiming for the four walking slowly towards his shop and hit the accelerator his tires squealing as the truck launched forward up the road.

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Re: Relife

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Arc_J on Fri Nov 09, 2007 7:17 am

Cosmina:
Ugh. The message was one of those automated "Vote for me" things the politicians sent out on occasion. Makes sense, with the election coming up, you supposed.

In spite of your roommate's hunting history, you were unable to locate anything, save for a small knife with a blade roughly the size of your thumb. You heard a cry for help from the window. Gripping the knife in both hands, you walked over to the window. People were being chased... As you watched, a woman was grabbed and pinned down. By one of your professors, no less.

In that instant, her attacker sank his teeth into the woman's chin, and dragged off a long strip of flesh from the side of her face, almost to her eyebrow. His eyes glazing in spaced-out contentment, he chewed complacently while the woman shrieked and writhed under him. He was a big man.

Outside your room, you heard a cry, a thud. Sounded like someone was scraping at the door with their fingernails and whimpering.

Alicia:
You were well on your way to the yellow house -- It was only a few feet away. Why would there be a quarantine? Is it really that serious of a problem? If so, it's not just in your neighborhood -- It's in the whole city, or maybe even further, if they didn't contain it in time. It was a terrifying thought, this plague scattering across the country.

It was in sight and drawing closer when you felt hands clasp onto your shoulders, and a choked murmur from behind you, in the backseat.

Obscuro:
You looked down the hallway both ways again. Not that you didn't commiserate with the zombies, but you'd prefer not to get eaten. After a boring walk to the patient storage, you came across a locker with a Post-It note attached. It read "Hachlin", scrawled in a very quick and sloppy hand.

Opening it, a wave of disappointment crashed over you. Right there, in a plastic container and wrapped in a gallon freezer bag, is your knife and sickle. The sword was nowhere to be seen, and neither was the trenchcoat. Still, the happiness of finding your other weapons was a big load off your mind. Well, not really. There was plenty of blood iron out there, it would just take some mining.

Oh, this was amusing. Someone put an ear in here. It lay on the top shelf. Too bad they were mostly gristle. Why couldn't it have been lips, or something good?

Ryan:
Looked like you got out just in time. The group swarmed on your shop in only a few moments. They were apparently still convinced you were inside, as they scabbled at the windows, scratched at the door...

Aw... Jeez. Straight ahead was a pileup. Corpses lay outside cars, blood was spattered about like some kind of crazy painting. Zombies were here and there, picking around the remains. There wasn't much remaining, to be honest. The cars and trucks were from guardrail to guardrail, piled three-high in places somehow. The lowest section was about three feet across, over a convertible with the top down.

Looked like you weren't going any further on foot...

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Re: Relife

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Katakat on Fri Nov 09, 2007 8:22 am

Casmina
She shook her head, "this is all a stupid dream from being mad about resident evil" she thought opening her eyes looking at the scenes out side, "If I'm fighting a zombie...They are not weak against knives, heck they'll just bite into my skull while i stab them" she thought looking around and seeing her roommates ash tray, "perhaps fire" she thought picking up a lighter, "now if I find perfume, hair spray, or anything compressed and flammable..." she thought looking around. She then heard something coming from the door quickly grabbing her roommates closet rod, she went to the door and opened it.

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