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[southernstoryteller]

“THIS ONE TIME, my buddy Keith, he was standing up on this fence trying to get his cat out of a tree. Anyways, it were rainin’ real hard and — ”

[zwhacking-archive-blog]

                       night of the living dead; great movie                                                                       sucky reality.

[rpden]

Zombie

[rpden]

Starla, I'm sure I got the shirt wrong but its baggy due to weight loss. I ment to draw the hair flatter due to likely being very oily and dirty. I gave her a cut on the lip.

[rpden]

A few months older cyhn from where the stories left off. Main diffrence is longer hair. She hates it but has yet to find scissors.

[rpden]

A young woman anxiously sat in a plastic red chair that usually fills doctor offices. The dim light occasionally flickers allowing the grimy walls and floors to become visable. Her right legged is jittering as she sniffs. Her boots are worn from the miles she's run, her clothes stained with the blood she's spilt, her body shakes with anticipation. The door is slammed open catching her attention. The figure standing there steps in from the sunlight so her form becomes clear. Her strawberry hair flaring out from her white cowboy hat. She locks eyes with the sitting woman and tosses her a combat shotgun. She catches it and her finger naturally find their way to their propper place. She looks back to the standing woman who is gripping her own shot gun. "You ready to kill some more?" The woman's voice as deep and firm. She nodded and stood. "Lets do this!" They turn and simultaneously pump the barrels of their guns. They stand in the door way as zombies nasiter looking than before begin to form a horde in their path. One in the front gives them a twisted look of confusion turns to rage as it screams alerting the rest. Its face vanishes in an explosion of a red mist and chuncks. The cowboy hatted woman looks to her friends steaming barrel. Then back to the zombies as they both unload shots into the deformed bodies cutting through them for some goal. What these women can't see is the massive hordes heading for them they'll need more than ammo and determination to make it through this lone road.

[fratresmoriens-archive]

Xavier; Open

"Woah, no--man, don't shoot.   I'm not infected. I'm serious.   Could a sick fucker recite the alphabet   backwards?" 

  The young infected scoffed   at the solo bout of verbal role playing.   What a disaster. What was the point of   being capable of speech if he couldn't   even use it to avoid danger?

"Fuck, man. Shit, I'm so dead  if I run into anyone like--ever."

He'd kicked a sizable chunk of rubble and had flinched when it'd hit a nearby car, creating a loud enough thunk that an idle and nearby Common took to sprinting towards it. This, of course, ended up with the pitiful thing to ram stupidly into the useless hunk of metal and fall down, only to get up again and shamble off.

Xavier felt that it was a situation he could laugh at, but didn't. It felt wrong. Fuck, that had been a person once. They still were, technically speaking. Most days he could distract himself from how bad things actually were, but other days he could only wander around and contemplate just how fucking horrible shit had hit the fan and how the hell he was supposed to sanely deal with it all.

[zombieverse]

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