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06-25-2010, 12:26 PM
Arik nodded. "Yeah, reckon so. Uh." He scratched the back of his head. "The uh, there's an apartment up there-" He pointed up ward. "Not sure which one it is, I'd know it if we were on the floor I'm thinking of, there's a guy who's got a sh*t ton of weapons we can use if he'll let us. Come on."
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The mop appeared to be sturdy enough. Downstairs, there was the sound of a window breaking, followed by footsteps. However, the footsteps were different to that of zombies; these were thudding and careful. Suddenly, gunfire shot out; zombies groaned as they fell.
"Are there any civilians! Answer now!" The voice was clearly human; it was one of the groups for the UBCS. Not the one that had been in the mall, but one that had been scouring the city for signs of human life.
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...
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