DOWNTOWN STREETS

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( Map here: goo.gl/maps/8hcbX )

This little corner of Seattle features the Paramount Theater, Tower 801 apartments, the Convention Place bus station, a large parking lot and some other small businesses on the periphery. This is a relatively quiet area of downtown, except when there's a concert on. The marquee of the Paramount reads:
"STG PRESENTS
ELVIS COSTELLO & THE IMPOSTERS
APRIL 12th"
You can see the ivy covered entrance to the convention center down the road, the tall and oddly shaped Tower 801 building, and the complicated white vertebrae of the Convention bus station, which had many escalators and stairs leading down to the outdoor bus station. From there, buses can go directly on to the freeway north, I-5, or south to enter the bus tunnel. Across the street is the WorldMark by Wyndham hotel. If one continued up the hill, they would come to Capitol Hill.
The streets here are relatively empty, the roads blocked off by car wreckage at various junctures.

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(NOTE!! To move things along to the next chapter, I'm just going to write a bit of "how it wuz" and then you guys can go back and say what your character did, reacted, have a conversation with PCs or NPCs in the converse here thread and so on, just as long as you start and end in the same place! 'Axe for help if you need it.)


Davin gathered everyone in the lobby after talking his plan over with Anna. They steered clear of the front with its glass windows and stood around a dated cabana with overstuffed sofas and stained carpet.

Davin-
"My building isn't far from here, less than a minute in a car, ten minutes on foot if you're very slow. It's further from downtown, and has only two entrances that aren't lined in glass like this and all the big buildings around here. Trick is, getting there. Anna's volunteered her car, and Sandy and Sonya are.. um, well they're hot-wiring a van in the garage."

(Some uncomfortable looks)

Davin-
"Anyhow, there's also a full bike rack of bikes. It's up to you what to do. Keep in mind we will probably have to get out of the cars and hoof it, so you might be better off with a bike to start with. We're gonna barrel run down 9th here, and round the corner past Romio's, and get on to Terry. It's a little one way road without a lot of traffic, that is, until we get to Denny. I'm sure we're gonna have to book it when we hit Denny, but just follow me and we'll run down the back road. Piece of cake. So who's doing what?"



Anna -
"I'll bike it. Easier to split up that way."


Jackson -
"Likewise."

Everyone else sorted out into two groups-- a larger one to fit into a minivan driven by Kaito, and a slightly smaller one into the giant boat of a early '90s Cadillac that belonged to Anna. They milled around in the pitch black garage, lit only by a variety of under-powered flashlights. Shadows stretched ghoulishly and made everyone look more than a little spooky.

Anna rolled up with a helmet and red fixie. Jackson stood behind sheepishly with a blue mountain bike, his helmet hanging on the back of his neck still.

Anna -
"We'll lead the way, blaze some trails 'n' shit. So we'll just get there however, it's across from that creepy white-guy basketball player mural right? Larry Bird or whatever?"


Davin -
"No-- Well, yeah but they just painted over that."


Anna -
"Good, that thing was super creepy."


Davin -
"Patti and Tyrone will meet us there if they can, let's hope they do. We can do this!"


Anna -
"You're no Obama, but thanks bro. Let's go already."

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Jackson looked just a little terrified, as he and Anna set out into the bright morning light. The garage rolldown was electrical, and everyone had to yard it open, and beat back zombies before jumping back into the safety of their cars.

Kaito drove an oversized blue minivan, the child safety seats dumped out onto the ground. Davin lead in the large beige Cadillac, the interior scented strongly like Nag Champa and covered with black stickers. Anna and Jackson drew the zombies from the garage door, and the cars pulled out into the daylight. Zombies looked over, interested, and ambled over. Sonya let out a little shriek as one pawed at the window slowly, rubbing its slack face against the glass like a merry prankster.

And they were off-- pulling corners as fast as they dared, dodging zombies with the large vehicles as best they could. Sarah cringed as they pushed one over and underneath, the sickening snaps of limbs breaking under heavy tires. Terry was a surprisingly clear block, just as Davin had predicted. As they turned on to it, they could see down the road to the glitter of wreckage blocking the entrance to I-5. Anna and Jackson criss-crossed paths through a large parking lot, trying to lose their pursuers. Sandy covered her face in terror, gnawing on her fingernails and shaking her legs nervously. They sped down Terry, past some retro run-down businesses and abandoned buildings. Lurking zombies look like dogs that heard their long-lost master coming to the door. They passed a modern looking college-- were there lights on in there?! Before they even reached the end of the block, they saw the blockage. Empty cars filled Denny, doors hanging open, half on to sidewalks, turned to various angles.

Davin-
"LET'S GO!"

Davin yelled louder than he needed to, and hopped out of the Cadillac.

Anna-
"I'LL BE BACK FOR YOU CADDY!"

Anna yelled somewhere on the other side of the cars, disappearing down a skinny alley.

People hopped out of the cars, and began navigating the labyrinth of vehicles. Sarah had to help Luke out of the car, he was dazed and frightened. Figures began gathering at the entrance of a large plaza, and from the other side of the once busy street. Anyone who glanced to the large glass Amazon building on the corner, saw with horror-- figures moving with purpose towards the building, as though they were going to work. Dragging ruined limbs and trailing gore. Heads with blank eyes turned interestedly, and threw their cold bodies in a new direction. Davin lead the way down the narrow alley, the ground was pitted and full of puddles. A man in blood-stiffened coveralls seemed to appear from nowhere, throwing himself at the bicyclists ahead, and on missing his target, scrambled towards the oncoming group. Davin swung a fire ax with an overhand chop, blood spurted out of the zombie's neck thick and coagulated like he'd chopped into a can of cranberry sauce. A few other zombies lurked under a covered parking lot, lurching out and snapping at the survivors. They were beaten back, and the group moved on.

Down a corner and they saw Jackson lurking behind a parked car, he joined the caravan.

Jackson-
"Anna's circling the block!"

Past some small storefronts and comically scattered vehicles, they arrived.

The 403 building was an entire block, a grey metal rectangle with greenish plexiglass windows. It was not an attractive building. The first thing they saw was a giant paper banner-- multiple banners actually, that were taped to the front of metal patios on the higher floors. On each was a word, painted or drawn somewhat crudely with assorted colors. Each word together formed a phrase, if one read them together. It read:

HUMAN? USE BACK DOOR KTHX

Indeed, the front door was obviously blocked, the outside had trashcans stacked in front of it. The windows on the bottom floors were papered over with newspaper.

Davin waved, and the group ran around the building, where the back door was already open a crack. A middle-eastern man peered out.

MAN-
"Hello. You are welcome to come in if you can answer a question."



DAVIN-
"A FUCKING RIDDLE YOU HAVE GOT TO BE--"


MAN-
"I understand your frustration, but we have found a simple way of detecting whether someone is one of the--"


DAVIN -
"We're all alive, I can assure you. But oh hell, go ahead."


MAN-
"Please tell me your favorite drink."


DAVIN-
"Wow, it's just like Tiger Beat. Fucking vanilla milkshake."


MAN -
"Wonderful, please enter."

The man changed up the question as people came in, 'what is the president's first name?' 'What year were you born?' 'What color are your socks?' Nervous people babbled out various phrases as they hurried inside to another dim parking garage. Eventually the man gave up with his questioning, as the alley began to fill with unfriendly new friends. Anna used her bike as a weapon, throwing it at a disturbingly large group, before she ran full-bore inside. The middle-eastern man and a timid looking woman slammed the door when the last of the survivors had entered, and the man wedged a heavy piece of wood beneath it, holding it in place.

MAN-
"Welcome everyone, I apologize for the strange questions. Last night we found ourselves under an attack, a zombie that pretended to be human. We found a way to interrogate it, it could not answer simple questions. I am Abdul-Rahman. The others have worked through the night and are mostly asleep. I received a radio from the roof that--"


DAVIN-
"I'd love to hear more about this later. I live here, thank you."


ABDUL-RAHMAN-
"Certainly. If any were not questioned, please check in with us, thank you."

The Tower 801 posse had arrived in once piece, miraculously. They milled around in the darkened garage, getting their bearings.




(YAYY Everyone please post here with your own character's reaction-- feel free to control some NPCs for bad-assery, fight some zombies, get lost, etc etc. You can ride in either car, or take a bike. We'll work on setting up the new chapter while you do this stuff! ;D)

[Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse]

Patti and Tyrone hopped onto the bikes and pedaled as fast as they could, across the street, hopping the curb like seasoned bike messengers. They hopped off the bikes at full speed once they got to the building, running and dragging the bikes into the building. The glass doors had been smashed in and there were several bodies strewn about the lobby.

Patti-
"This doesn't look promising." Patti pushed her bike off to the side, behind some small, potted trees. "Hopefully my car's still here and we don't need these bikes to go the rest of the way. Tenth floor."

She directed them to the stairwell and they jogged all the way up. Tyrone was winded by time they got to the tenth.

Tyrone-
""Hang on... Some of us ain't quit smokin' yet. Jus’ a secon'."" He took a couple deep breaths, coughed once, then stood up. "A'right, le's go." He checked the chamber of his pistol and nodded once.

Patti flipped off her safety and together they entered the hallway.

The emergency lights were still on, casting a reddish pall over the walls, even with the morning light filtering through the windows. Several doors were open and they heard voices carrying down the hall.

Man's voice-
"I know they're heavy man, but we'll be able to use 'em eventually. Shit. Do you think we're gonna get this lucky again?"

Second man's voice-
"There's just three of us, man, how fast you think we can move with all this artillery?"

At that, Patti moved quickly but quietly down the hall to the door where the voices were originating, Tyrone on her heels. She leaned close, the smell of stale smoke clinging to him.

Patti-
"This is my place. I think they have the guns, but they don't have the keys. They might have other firearms though. You ready?"

Tyrone-
Tyrone looked hesitant, but nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be."

With that, the two reluctant warriors entered the room, guns leveled. Three men stood in the apartment, two in the dining room, one in the kitchen. The men in the dining room each held a shotgun, the man in the kitchen, a fork full of Patti's coconut cream pie.

Patti-
"Drop the mother fucking fork, you slack-jawed fuck." She closed the distance and kicked the stunned man away from the refrigerator.

Tyrone kept his pistol leveled at the other two men. The two men in the dining room had the shotguns at their shoulders, one man covering the each of them.

The tall one-
"You're not the only ones here with weapons. We've got shotguns, so we don't even have to aim as carefully. Drop your pistols and we'll let you go."

Tyrone glanced at Patti for guidance.

Patti-
"First off, the chokes on those are wide open, so if you take a shot at me, you're gonna hit your buddy too. Second, you may have gleaned that I'm familiar with those weapons, which should clue you in that you're in my apartment. I also know those are top of the line trigger locks that you almost certainly haven't been able to open yet. So, if you want to pretend like you know what you're doing, I'll put a bullet in your chest and your buddies can carry on without you."

The shorter guy immediately dropped his weapon like it was a poisonous snake. The other guy set his down a little more slowly. They both raised their hands. The guy in the kitchen whimpered.

Patti-
"Everyone on the other side of the table." The guys moved quickly where she indicated.

The tall one-
"Look, it's nothing personal. We're just trying to survive here-"

Patti-
Patti cut him off. "Yeah, yeah, I know. We did the same last night. You just weren't as lucky as you thought you were. Tyrone, keep these guys in place, I'm gonna get changed, gather the supplies, and I'll be back in a few minutes." She lowered her firearm and headed in to her bedroom.

The tall one-
"Look, you got us dead to rights. Just send us on our way and we won't bother you again. I'm worried what she might do when she comes out."

Tyrone-
Tyrone laughed. "S'you can go set up 'n ambush in the stairwell? I don't think so. And I wouldn't worry about her." He waved his gun a little. "We're not plannin' to shoot no one, so jus' hold yer horses and we'll be out of yer hair in a minute."

Patti stripped off her clothes as she walked to her bathroom. She ran the faucet, wetting a towel and scrubbing her body quickly. Back in the bedroom, she pulled on a sports bra and a pair of compression shorts. She picked out three full sets of hunting attire, donning one and tossing the others on the bed. She pulled her hunting duffel and her skeet duffel out of the closet. She stuffed one change of clothes in each, then began loading in the ammo, distributing it as evenly as possible. She grabbed a small drawstring bag and filled it with spare socks and underwear, dropping it into one of the duffels. For now, she wore a pair of running shoes, but she laced her boots together and tossed them over her shoulder. A few miscellaneous items were added to the bag, then she returned to the living room.

She placed the duffels on the counter and began loading the shotguns in, as well as the handguns. She popped open a box of 40 cal and loaded up the spare magazines.

Patti-
"Tyrone, can you see what we've got to eat in there? I've got these guys covered." She set her pistol on the counter right next to the duffel.

The tall one-
"Look... My name's Adam, this is my brother Craig and his roommate Hector. We don't want to cause any trouble, but if we go out there without guns, we're as good as dead. Can we come with you?"

Patti-
Patti remained quiet for a minute, weighing her options. Tyrone placed half a pie on the counter, a couple of boxes of leftover dumplings, and a pitcher of iced tea. "Help yourself, Ty." She slid the pie over to where she stood and began shoveling it out with the fork that was left in the tin. Oh, sweet lord in heaven. This was going to be her last taste of civilization and she planned on enjoying it.

Tyrone chomped on a few dumplings, making satisfied noises as he did. The three men looked on uncomfortably. Patti had enough sense to offer the last portion of pie to her partner.

Patti-
"S'good, man, finish it." She turned to their captives. "I hate to be pragmatic about this, but what do you have to offer our group? What can you do that we can't do?" She pointed at the tall guy, Adam. "Speak."

Adam-
"We're strong. We know how to use guns. Um, we, um..."

Patti-
Patti cut him off. "That doesn't sound like a very exclusive skill set, Adam. We've got enough people to protect, we don't need a couple of meatheads that we can't necessarily trust. You guys are on your own. And, I swear to God, if you follow us, I will fucking shoot you."

Adam-
Adam pleaded. "At least leave us one shotgun and a box of rounds."

Patti-
Patti shook her head. "Sorry, guy. Not happening. There's no telling how long we're going to be in this situation and I'm not handicapping my chances." She took a long drag from the pitcher of tea. "Ty, under the counter, there's a couple boxes of protein bars. That's good nutrition and it doesn't weigh much."

He pulled them out and set them on the counter.

Tyrone-
"There's some Vitamin Water down here too, should we take some of those?"

Patti-
"Just a couple each, we've got enough weight to deal with."

In the corner of her eye, Patti caught a flash of movement. Adam produced a revolver out of his waistband. She thought as quick as she could, with Tyrone's back turned. The pistol came up in her hand and she fired off two rounds quickly before the man could raise the revolver to take aim. Craig and Hector hit the floor. Patti ran around the table to make sure nobody came up with the gun.

Patti-
"Don't even think about picking-"

Craig pointed the gun in her direction and she quickly fired two more rounds, hitting center mass with both. She coughed as a cloud of gypsum dust erupted out of the wall next to her head. Hector was screaming incoherently in Spanish as Tyrone grabbed him by the back of the neck.

Tyrone-
"Don' move, damnit! We don' want trouble!"He pushed the man down to his knees.

Patti was frozen. That bullet missed her by inches. Zombies were one thing, but these were fucking people. Why'd they have to be so fucking stupid? Her dream flashed back through her mind and she shuddered.

Tyrone-
"Patti? Patti? You okay? Patti?"

The voice in her head had a distinct southern drawl.

Tyrone-
"You hit?"

She looked up and saw Tyrone standing over the cowed Mexican, gun in hand and lips moving.

Tyrone-
"Patti? Talk to me. You hit?"

She looked down at her body. Nothing hurt and everything hurt.

Tyrone-
Yer freakin me out, sister, say somethin'. She looked back at Tyrone. He was talking. "Say somethin'."

Patti-
Patti shook her head. "I'm - I'm - I'm fine." She bent over and picked up the revolver. She popped out the cylinder, dumping the rounds into her palm. Thirty eights. She threw the bullets across the living room against the wall behind the couch, then dropped the pistol on the floor. "Get the bag, we need to go now."

Tyrone tossed a few Vitamin Waters into the bags, zipped them up, then tossed one over his shoulder. Hector stood up, shaking.

Hector-
"Don' leave me here alone. You might as well kill me if you leave me here alone. I can fix stuff. I'm a mechanic."

Patti-
Patti glared at the man. "You have bad taste in friends." She slung the second duffel over her shoulder and tightened the strap. "There's some reusable grocery bags on the counter there. Fill them with those bottles and any cans you can find in the cupboard. Did you guys have a car?"

Hector ran to do as instructed.

Hector-
"Lots of cars downstairs. I can hotwire in less than a minute." He filled three sacks as full as he could, mostly with Vitamin Water, but also a dozen or so cans of various vegetables. "We go now?"

Patti pointed him towards the door and he hustled out. She and Tyrone followed.

Patti-
"Stairs."

The trio made their way down quickly, exiting into the lobby. Three zombies had apparently caught up with someone here. They hunched in the middle of the floor, tearing apart the body. Tyrone and Patti made quick work of them, with Hector flinching at every shot.

Patti-
"Hurry."

The group ran out to the parking lot and picked out a ten year old Jeep Cherokee. Hector pulled a can out of the bag and smashed the window. He popped the door and climbed under the dash. A group of about a dozen zombies took notice and began hustle/shambling in their direction. Patti and Tyrone opened fire, waiting desperately for Hector to get the car started. The engine rumbled behind them but before they could open the door, the tires squealed and e Jeep leapt out from behind them.

Hector swerved out of the parking lot.

Patti-
"That fucking asshole!"

Tyrone-
"That's jus' funny, I got t' admit."

Patti thought about shooting at the moving vehicle but decided she should keep shooting at the zombies. The Jeep spun about with a high pitched squeal and then lurched forward towards Patti and Tyrone. Hector ran over the crowd of undead and then screeched to a halt in front of the two gunmen.

Hector-
"Get in!"

Everyone piled in quickly and they tore out of the lot in a cloud of black smoke. Patti guided Hector to their destination.

In short order, the car turned out to be useless. Abandoned cars littered the road in a practical hedgemaze the closer they got to the intersection of Westlake and Denny, a nexus they'd need to cross to get to the place. Hector drove quickly in forward and reverse, crushing zombies and hedges, scraping against cars and walls, desperately angling for a spot to cross, until they gave up and committed to crossing on foot.

Hector found a relatively open street (only a dozen zombies and widely spaced, few cars) near the intersection and parked there quickly. He leapt out in a panic. Tyrone collared him.

Tyrone-
"C'mon man. Jus' calm y'self. Take a breather, help us unload-" He interrupted himself to shoot two nearby zombies in the heads, while keeping an arm on Hector's shoulder. "Help us get as much as we can. We'll get t'cross Denny an' be there in no time."

[DKender]

Alex hoped that he'd meet Eric, James, and Not-Grodin in the land of the living someday. Maybe, when good triumphed over the undead, they could reunite in the mall's ruins and rebuild. He earnestly bid them goodbye, after apologizing once more for Not-Grodin's door, before following Davin's group to the lobby.

Once Davin finished calling the shots, Alex made his choice. He'd take a bike. It was probably more dangerous than riding a car, overall, but he hated feeling cooped up and defenseless. What if the car stalled, and the zombies tipped it over? "I'll bike, Sir," he said. Then, after a moment’s hesitation, Alex made the sign of the cross on his chest and shouted, "In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen! G ... gloria in excelsis Deo!" Maybe his enthusiasm could win the group some favors, atheists included.

Quietly, Alex prayed to his patron saint, Catherine Tekakwitha. He wondered if she'd protect him, or encourage him to be a martyr. She DID die at twenty-four.

Alex will follow the bikers, and follow them closely, since he doesn't know the city well enough to be alone. If they need to fight, he'll use his metal pipe and swing away. As always, he's a noisy fighter, so this hopefully will not draw too many zombies. At the enclave, he'll answer the gatekeeper's question honestly.

[Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse]

(OOC - I won't be trying to maintain that high maintenance formatting here)

Hector unloaded the grocery bags from the car, while Patti and Tyrone provided cover fire. The trio ran to the sidewalk and began working their way quickly up the block, shooting zombies as they went.


Patti-
"That alley could be a shortcut, but we might also get trapped more easily. I say we just keep going."


Tyrone-
"Y' prolly right. Le's move faster though."

Hector remained quiet and stayed as close to the other two as he could. As they moved past a storefront, the glass shattered and a zombie lurched out of the window.


Hector-
"Madre de dios!"

Hector swung the bag of canned goods at shoulder height, braining the zombie and sending it back through the broken window.

When they came around the corner, they saw the sign hanging from the balconies. "HUMAN? USE BACK DOOR KTHX." The street was pretty clear, so they ran to the building and worked their way around the side.

When they got there, a throng of several dozen zombies had congregated at the back.


Tyrone-
"You got' be kiddin' me."


Patti-
"Fuck. We need to draw them out so we can circle around and come back." She began firing into the horde and yelling obscenities at them. "HEY, YOU UNDEAD SACKS OF SHIT!!! OVER HERE!!!"

Tyrone followed suit, firing and yelling. The three of them ran back to the front of the building. They were going to have to circle around the whole block. The front street was still mostly empty, so they were able to put some distance between themselves and the zombies, but not so much that they lost interest.

Eventually, they were able to make their way around the block, though the side street presented more resistance than they had hoped. When they got back to the door, there were only four of the undead milling about and they took them out quickly. Patti banged on the door.


Patti-
"Humans here! Let us in, please!" The door opened a crack and a middle eastern man spoke from within.


Abdul-Rahman-
"Hello. You are welcome to come in if you can answer a question."


Patti-
"Seriously? A fucking riddle? Who are you, fucking Gollum?"


Abdul-Rahman-
"I'm sorry, I must insist. It is for everyone's safety."


Patti-
"Hurry up then."


Abdul-Rahman-
"First, m'am, what is your favorite food?"


Patti-
"Coconut cream pie."


Abdul-Rahman-
"And, sir, with the gun, your first kiss?"


Tyrone-
"Janet Jackson. No, not that one. Let us in!"


Abdul-Rahman-
"One more. Mexican sir, where were you born?"


Hector-
"Aztec, New Mexico. Please let us in."

With the last answer, the door was opened and the group was let in. The man moved a wooden barricade back to block the door.

[Suyoi]

Davin's car wasn't exactly up to the good doctor's standards, but he knew better than to comment on such. Given the standard position of 'shotgun' and its actual meaning, the doctor allowed himself the humble position of middle-back seat. His duffle securely seated on his lap, he took the time to stuff what passed for clothing, along with the pistol, into the bag. He passed the time, erratic driving, shouting and shooting, by humming pieces of Chopin, including the Prelude in E min and Sonata No.2 in B flat minor. Just as long as there is a place we can park and drive into, I'll be a hap-

"Run? You want us to- Oh my word, I dare say, I wish I had some more warning. I could have grabbed a better pair of fitted socks! Disgusting! Absolutely, disgusting!"

Dr. Victor kept decent pace, deftly weaving behind Davin as best as he could, ignoring the growing perspiration on his brow. He let his eyes roll 360 degrees at the sign.

"We are going to use 'leet speak' now? Has society degraded itself to ending all proper communication and grammar? Did this unholy plague take down all the English teachers first or have they just diluted down the curriculum?"

He let his voice carry no louder than one would in a library; well, at least a decent library where people read books with spines. He followed, still murmuring under his breath and casting his sneer and half-glances about as one would sew seeds into the earth.

The man behind the door gave him the least amount of pleasure.


Abdul-Rahman-
"Sir? When-


"It's Doctor. Doctor Victor.


"Doctor, what is your favorite color?"


"I don't like colors but if that answer will get me shot, I'd have to go with chartreuse. Wait, maybe I should say 'I'm a doctor, let me the fuck in?' No? Then, chartreuse is my favorite color."

[∆§Indea§∆]

When they arrived downstairs, Micah sat in next to the doctor in the Cadillac. The idea of the bikes was too iffy considering he had no knowledge of Seattle. He'd be fucked with a wrong turn. The van made him think of those dead bodies in the train, something he'd need to get over but not today.

Seattle really had gone to hell in a handbag, the faces of the hoards of zombies like beaten dogs with rabies. They milled towards the garage until Anna, Jackson and others smacked them off. Apart from the zombies occasionally running at the car like insane fans at a premier, the ride was surprisingly uneventful, until they had to get out of course.

Micah took off at full pelt towards the strange sign suggested back door. He used what he had been told were useless skills, to jump on top of cars and over trash cans, using them to stay away from the few undead milling around the building. Let the others tackle them if they liked.


Abdul-Rahman-
"What was your first pet's name?"



"Uh I've never had one, I had rock when I was 8 called 'Rock'. Does that count?"

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Everyone, please move to the Chapter Three board -- "PARKING GARAGE" THANKS! <3