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by RPGLoVeR213 on Sat Aug 28, 2010 7:00 pm
For anyone who doesn't know me, I'm Frankie Harliens, player of Viewstate High in D.C., Virgina. Dated all the seniors last year. But that's not the only thing i did. I was in a "zombie attack".
We were watching the TV in the Sam's, which had been locked up with them in for some odd reason. I had learned the names of the people stuck in with me. Chance Cutts, who I might add was a hottie, Daniel Cutts, a Jock, Ronnie, another hottie, and Quentin Vick, a shy guy whom I didn't really notice. Then the TV startled me with the anchor man.
''ATTENTION CITIZENS! EVAC-" the anchorman was cut off by a girl with yellow eyes and blood dripping from her mouth. She bit into the man, and then screamed into the camera. But it was to high-pitched for me to hear. But apparently Chance did, because she held her head, and fell to the ground.
I had remembered my sister doing this once, in the vampire attack ten years ago. So I yelled at Quentin to pick her up, and i got the special instrument that looked like an Ipod. Daniel had to really work to pry open her ears, and a terrible, low pitched enough to hear, but high pitched enough to hurt, and stuck the needle pointing from the instrument. I stuck it in her ear, and she fell limp.
"WHAT YOU DO?" he yelled, putting her gently on the ground, and punching my face as he got up. Just before I kicked him in a sensitive place, I heard the scream again. A zombie was pulling Chance to the door, which was broken in. Then I noticed these zombie-like people had yellow eyes, but didn't gave blood dripping from their mouths. A tall man with a white cowboy hat, white button-up shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots got behind me, holding my arms behind me. The thing hold Chance tied her up and gagged her.
"Who are you?" I yelled, as he kicked me in the back of my knee, causing me to bend in pain. "Take the Screamer, leave the humans." he said, throwing me back into one of the stronger guys behind him. The force of me into the guy's chest caused a bruise on my back. I watched him eject a tranquilizer into Chance as she, and I, screamed. The guy behind me kicked me in the knee, causing me to bend in pain again. He threw me to the ground, and held my arms away from me. "Good night, Shifter." the Southern guy with the cowboy hat said to me, smiling evilly and injecting me with the tranq.
Now the twenty of us kids were stuck in a small cell.
"you've got a warm heart, you've got a beautiful brain, but it's disintegrating."
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