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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 16, 2013 23:23:38 GMT -8
  
Seth-
"Yeah they said it wasn't worth risking more people. I'd rather go, but the council would shit a brick I guess. You can go if you really want to, but I don't know how far it's gonna be... You sure, man?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 17, 2013 14:44:08 GMT -8
   Ashley gave one more stare in their direction and then replied, huffing. "I'll go back with you." He seemed unhappy with the decision but Seth was too important to go, and certainly too important to return alone. He put his sword away and brought out his crowbar to get some blunt force trauma going for the zombies on the way back. "...We should hurry before it becomes too dark." He stared back at Colombia tower with certain tangible disappointment. |
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Post by Gillsing on Jun 17, 2013 14:53:20 GMT -8
Ben was intrigued by what Kyle was telling him. And while he still wanted to know how much fire would be needed to burn every ghost in there, for the moment he'd settle for some new monster info. 
Ben-
"Sea urchins? What did they look like?"
 
Kyle-
*dropped the torch* "Like some gross creeps cut off a bunch of arms and glued them together in a big ball, hands out."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 17, 2013 17:21:31 GMT -8
Kyle and Ben discussed the creepiness a bit, with occasional input from Stevie. They returned to the 403 building about 4:30 PM.
Seth and Ashley had farther to go and were home about 5:30 PM.
Joe and Beau did not return, as expected, given that they seemed to be heading out of Seattle entirely...
Joe, Beau, and le chien clambered over cars a bit farther. They had both realized there was probably room on the shoulder to move more easily, but didn't feel like spending the time to check it. Finally, this endless clamber over the roofs of cars took enough of a toll on their endurance that they checked it out. They immediately felt like idiots for spending so much time running over the tops of the cars, and were able to breathe easier hustling on the even ground. The only impediment was overgrowth from the highway's edge, but that could be powered through with a nominal effort.
It was a bright sunny day in this world of death. Hawks, pigeons, rats, and more patrolled the immobile vehicular mausoleum for food, and errant zombies strained to catch up with the swifter creatures in the pursuit. 
Joe-
"Damn what a day!"
 
Beau-
"Everything to me is a long strange dream."
Blood Guy-
"..."
Joe-
"Are all French guys poets?"
Beau-
"French is poetry, it makes sense..."
Chou-
"*houfhoufhoufhouf* Aip!"
Joe-
"I'll buy that."
Blood Guy-
"..."
The thing entered the tangle of highway over Tukwila. The forced march for the humans was barely tolerable. They drank all of their water, and discussed more than once how they would try to catch up to it again if they lost sight of it.
At length, they saw more humans on the highway, coming the other way. They didn't know quite what to say. The people seemed to be doing tactical maneuvers as the weird monster loped over car after car, oblivious.
One man got behind the thing, across the highway from them, and gave them a thumbs up sign.
Joe-
"What? DON'T!"
Blood Guy-
"..."
 
Guy-
"What?"
The guy pulled the trigger. His dudes followed suit, and Beau and Joe ducked. Beau had to grip his dog. A moment later, the shooting stopped.
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