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hatchet130

"Ok fine!" he said grabing his arm an throwing him into the basment.

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conmon

as he is pulled in his robotic arm is ripped off by the force of the pull.

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hatchet130

Damien's eyes wide. "oh.... sh*t.... JUST GET IT!!"

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conmon

He picks it up and starts welding it back on.

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Braemm

((Please, don't post only 1 sentence. Use long things like Lusia did.))

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conmon

(sorry ill edit this to be my next longer post im just bummed out its like 4:am here)

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LeonXIII

Beep....Beep.... Vamp opened his eyes, aware that it was nearly night time. He buckled up and started to head for the roof. Again, waiting for the last rays of the sun to disappear, he headed east, where he heard the gunshots. I'm better suited by myself, but they may need help. Jumping from roof to roof, Vamp notices and glinting out of the corner of his eye. Someone, or something, is using metal. He talking. "Can i trust you?" "oh.... sh*t.... JUST GET IT!!" A figure bent down to grab the metal and vanished into the cellar. Jumping onto the next door roof, he leaped onto the wall separating the two lawns. He sensed movement behind him, then the moans, and sure enough, there were a small group of zombies in the backyard. Leaping down to the ground, he brandished his bladed fists and rushed a them. Woosh, twack, fwang. He penetrated the skull of the first zombie, dropping him immediately. The next two he stabbed in the throats. Taking out he claymore, he decided to behead the last three with a cleave. Breathing steadily, he wiped the blood on the grass. Deciding not to exactly join the survivors, he entered the house next door and made sure it was clear. From there, he could make sure the other two were safe.

Waiting in the darkness, the shadows, waiting in vain.

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worgen

Name: Alister
Age: 33
Appearance:

Alister and Damien ran into some zombies during their migration, and made a break through the forest to escape. With his senses dulled from lack of sleep, Alister never noticed the drop until he ran off, falling a good distance and giving him a good whack on the head. He felt the blood trickle out of him, and the world softened and lulled him. His eyes shut, and that laughter- that damned laughter -echoed endlessly as he fell into...
A colorless room, encased in white, cloud-like walls. A familiar area, with familiar faces of patients and nurses. The nurses were handing out pills and water, and one of the patients (Lennie) snapped and hit one of the nurses. The guards- burly men in plain white -moved to help, but more inmates interfered. Everyone was yelling, the guards were taken down by the masses, and Lennie looked his way. Fear filled the spectator as Lennie walked toward him with is marbles-gone-missing grin. He had one of the nurses pencils in his hand, the point toward the scared one in the corner. Lennie's hand went over his field of vision, and pain flooded from above. Lennie became shorter as the spectator stood up, shaking. He closed his eyes...

Light swam through the darkness like a new dawn. He opened his eyes, and the once white clouds were drenched red, the nurses, guards, patients, even Lennie, were spread about the room in chunks of flesh and bones. He looked to his right- he felt he had to -and there was the window, untouched by blood. He approached and saw a ghost with red hair, tan skin, and horrible eyes. Red eyes, more red than the blood which gathered on the floor like a small lake. The iris consumed the eyes, with exception for dark, black, endless depth of the pupils. The ghost grinned and he falls back, flailing. His arm was still up when he struck the ground, and in his hand, with his eyes wide in horror, was Lennie's head.

*~END~*

((Yup, Alister's back, in all his crazy hotness.))

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