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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 17, 2013 21:55:46 GMT -8
Volya and Eve had spent some time doing skateboard tricks until it got too dark to see what they were doing. They did it for a little longer until they were bruised enough to go back inside.
THIS AREA IS EMPTY.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 23, 2013 21:56:17 GMT -8
Seth hurtled out into the back alley, slamming the door behind him. The cold air hit him like he'd opened the freezer door on a hot summer's day. He hadn't realized how soaked with blood and sweat he was, in the thin, torn t-shirt, shorts and wet socked feet. The alley was completely empty, save for a couple beer bottles and stubbed-out cigarettes here and there. The zombies had been confused by the dark night, perhaps, and the front door was tempting enough to ignore this area.
He looked around, trying to figure out a way to go higher. No time for the door, the building was fucked already. But upstairs... what was going on?! He could hear gun shots, screaming... what a nightmare...
He suddenly caught sight of a rope. A rope!? He ran to it without thinking. He got to it, as it dangled next to a drain pipe. He looked up, and remembered.
"PULL THE STRING"
Could he really do this? Would it support his weight?
He yanked on the rope to test its strength. The bells rang, the sound dampened by the mayhem. Strong enough, maybe. He had to try...
Good thing I'm this skinny, I guess.
He jumped up on the railing next to the stairs, and used the rope to pull himself up, trying to rappel against the building, using windowsills as foot holds to put less stress on the rope.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 23, 2013 21:59:58 GMT -8
Ghosts leaked out through the rolldown gate like a mist... And floated around doing nothing in particular. The alley was devoid of human life.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 24, 2013 0:51:00 GMT -8
How happy the two ghosts were to find there were some new souls to share their torment with!
They bobbled toward the newcomers like animate, empty garbage bags.
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Post by Gillsing on Mar 24, 2013 1:09:16 GMT -8
Ben- "Oh, ghosts! Great. Here is my..." Well, he couldn't really call it "boomstick", could he? Ben held his eyes on the feet of the ghosts, and slowly hopped towards them, flare in front of him. Better be proactive, in case more turn up from somewhere else.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 24, 2013 1:52:59 GMT -8
Stevie- "I'm startin' ta think we can handle anything."
Anna- "Good, cuz we gotta." They stood back, flares ready, as Ben ran his stick flare into nothingness on the inky apparitions. Ben stood all manly like, burned out flare stick in hand, tatters of ghost falling around him. Then he coughed on the smoke. He heard Stevie and Anna running up from behind. Stevie- "Nice work, kid! Gotta strap on a new one though."
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Post by Gillsing on Mar 24, 2013 16:33:52 GMT -8
Ben- "Yeah..." Ben strapped on a new one. And wondered if he should've brought more. Where were all the zombies, though? Hadn't they come from the outside? Maybe it wasn't an endless horde after all?
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 24, 2013 16:52:13 GMT -8
As Ben recovered, Stevie ran around chopping off a few heads. Anna spoke with Ben. Anna- "Something corralled all the zombies into the building, leaving just scraps outside. Was it all that redhead? What were people shooting at upstairs while we were dealing with her? And where did she go, aside from out the window?"
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Post by Gillsing on Mar 24, 2013 17:24:56 GMT -8
Ben- "I have no idea. We'll just have to look around and see what we find out." Ben finished duct-taping the new flare to the stick, cut the tape, and put the knife and duct tape back in place on his belt. Then he looked up and around at the night sky, wondering what ghosts and demons might be up there. Could it really have been just the redhead causing all this trouble? He didn't know for sure."I guess all those gunshots and screams could have been due to the massive amount of zombies. And if one demon can lead a zombie army, with added ghosts, then sure, why not?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 24, 2013 17:48:48 GMT -8
Anna- "I just don't know." She tried the garage door. It was barred from the inside. Looking down the ramp through the rolldown grate didn't reveal much - it was too dark. Stevie- "What? Somebody wanted to lock us out? How rude. Let's go 'round front." Moving out to Republican, they saw that the barricade here only had a little bit of damage. A few zombies looked at them with their boring and limited agenda all over their faces, and staggered forward like AI in a first generation FPS.
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Post by Gillsing on Mar 24, 2013 21:06:20 GMT -8
Ben- "They're all yours. I hurt my foot when I landed." As usual, Ben had complete confidence in the ability of his companions. No need for old Ben to get his feet any dirtier.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 24, 2013 22:45:51 GMT -8
By Ben's wicked limp they knew he was totally telling the truth. Zombies dispatched, they went through the barricade onto Westlake.
((After I post there, go to 403 BUILDING - THE STREETS.))
The back alley and side streets of 403 were once again devoid of human life.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 28, 2013 23:44:09 GMT -8
The back alley remained empty but for a rare zombie or ghost, for the duration of the night.
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