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Big trouble in empty town 2 (Zombies Ate My Neighbors)

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Reavy drove past ruined gas station on the crackled road. Not looking well and not feeling anything, her thoughts were reduced to mere minimum carved into her brain by her creators and training. Loosing any sense of the world around her, loved ones or anyone else. Driven forward by instinct alone, personality and .."soul".. she developed over the years of her freedom had been long gone. Only some of the thought processes carved into her brain by her creators and training remained..

 

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Hope clinic. Morning (Zombies Ate My Neighbours)

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The door to the clinic burst open and Tukiko almost ran in. She grabbed a fresh surgical mask from the box by the door and reached behind her head to tie it on.

"Maisy? What's happened?"

From the small ward, with it's new lock on the door and bars on the windows, their sole patient was awake and in obvious distress.

"GAHHHHHHHH! Hjælp mig ! Hjælp mig  snart!"

Already masked and gloved, Maisy stood with wide eyes.

"The sedatives aren't doing anything anymore. She's in a lot of pain and struggling to escape."

Reavy's picture

Big trouble in empty town (Zombies Ate My Neighbors)

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Sounds of gunfire finally ceased in the Redfields outskirts, as one of the walking corpses finally fallen to the ground motionless.

 

Young man hunched in the corner kept mumbling constantly, as if he was loosing his mind to fear.

"We're going to die, we're going to die, we're go..." 

Kick in the face silenced Greg, one of the refugees unlucky enough to get captured by marauding raiders as soon as his group reached Northfields. 

Michael Destefano's picture

Letter to Ardenn

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The images are from the vicinity of Diesel Town. All three are still alive moving around. They pose a threat to the residents in the surrounding area. Especially the animal which is likely to the cause of the spread.
 

I managed to escape without being infected myself, and will be returning to Northfields.

 

Buddy.

 

Olga

 

Michael Destefano's picture

Zombies ate my neighbours - Diesel Town last part

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Amanda walks in a world where nightmares exists.
There is dried blood on the walls. Bloody handprints and spent shell casing littering the floor, glinting against her flashlight as she passes by. In the cone of the light, she sees Olga. Olga is reaching out a hand, sobbing. Amanda's instincts scream, Run.

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Zombies Ate My Neighbors: Back to Familiar territory.

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Rumiko had spent five days or so in Oilville before moving back up north, most of the time spent in the science lab fixing up her battered weapons and armor. By wasteland standards her armor was a technological marvel, an undersuit of hexweave interlaced with wires and a special cooling system ensured that she could move and still remain relatively comfortable in the hot wasteland sun.

Michael Destefano's picture

Zombies ate my neighbours - Diesel Town part 1

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Amanda sat behind the wheel of the car driving out of Diesel Town. It was raining heavily. The windshield wipers slapped back and forth. She cut sharply off the road and crashed through a screen of brush onto a deer path. Branches and shrubs scratched along the sides of the car and mud splashed as high as the windows as the car thumbed and bumped over roots and rocks.
She looked over at the man sitting in the passenger seat. “I never really understood your interest in the change of behavior of the wildlife.”

Metal's picture

Zombies ate my neighbors: Azazel's mental log.

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Somewhere out by West Reach.

"You can't kill everyone who knows your identity. It'll never work! You are just a crazed man who thinks he is a monarch." the kneeling man said, but to Azazel it seemed like squealing and begging. Azazel raised his tomahawk as the man's kneeling wife began crying next to him. The man turns planning to attack Azazel. Azazel instantly reacts by burying his axe into the man's skull and kicking him over.

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Zombies Ate My Neighbors: Paranoia.

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Rumiko had spent a couple of days in Embry, resupplying her severely depleted stocks of ammunition, fuel, food and water and making a lot of local traders very happy. The months she had spent on the road had taken their toll on her gear and her ride, and the mechanics and merchants were all too happy to provide whatever she needed. Thankfully she still had a small fortune stashed away, enough to cover the basic repair works needed for her battered Fastback and refill her supplies.

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No JUST

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DREAM ....DREAMS years ago smash smithereen  DREAAMS radioactive    FUCKING NO ZOMBIES        No Clarrissa through telepathy breaks in , no  Noth i cant picks dave up shakes him alert awake slowly backes way straight away twenty steps mechanical "its a ghosts noth'' raven dave   No Clarrissa through telepathy breaks in ,  Way out here just the wind '' DAve wakey  DAVEY wake  '' Its JUST?'' '' NO just '' No Clarrissa through telepathy breaks in ,                             outhere  [like the wind?

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Coming face to face with the devil - last part

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He got into the driver seat, smiling as the engine came to life. “Seems there is still some life left in this car.” He turned his smiling face towards Reavy sitting next to him. “Where should we go?” He faked looking surprised and a little repugnant. “The bar you say?” He shrugged. “Do you think they will be chanting your name again like obedient children?” He backed the car out of the garage. Steering around Reavy’s car, then blew out of there.

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I Got Those Forced Adoption Blues

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Joe was sitting in a quiet corner of his favourite watering hole when the door opened and Tukiko Troy stepped across the threshold. Joe looked up from his suds. Tuki appeared a tad annoyed about something and possesed of a certain Hyle-like determination in her demeanor that made Joe think that genetic traits might, in fact, be contageous after all. Sighing, Joe put the glass back down on the wet, mug-ringed tabletop as Tuki marched across the sawdust strewn floor towards his little haven. "Here we go." He muttered under his breath.

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Coming face to face with the devil - part 7

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After making sure that Reavy was nowhere to be seen, DeStefano thanked his fellow Travelers, and drove south across the plains. He did not dare go back the way Reavy had gone.
When the tires of the car once again found concrete, it was on the unmapped road leading south to the road connecting New Flagstaff and Hope Springs.

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Coming face to face with the devil - part 6

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Reavy’s car came cruising casually along the street, heading towards him.
His heart was pounding and the ground he stood on felt like it was tilting.
Terror had taken a hold of him, and made his hands go for his revolvers.
He pulled a revolver with each hand from his billowing black coat, firing them at the approaching car.

Michael Destefano's picture

Coming face to face with the devil - part 4

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The music inside the bar was too loud too reveal the sound of squeaking leather, but when a man with a blue tomahawk hairstyle, called out “Hey Reavy.” DeStefano stiffened with fear.

notheredave's picture

we got to start somewhere

''Imagine ME NOTH'' Om "THE SAD thru telepathy? iM thinking this is all FUCKED!+ {ic.} "You seem to" Want to

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Metal's picture

Azazel's Mental Journal part 3: "Just get away my sunshine.... Get away."

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Azazel looked around slowly as he exited the tent. It seemed people were scrambling too much to pay attention to him. They were searching for a giant naked clone trying to escape, not a giant uniformed man walking around the camp. Azazel runs two fingers on his right hand through his greasy long oil black hair. Azazel sees three red tents. He enters the first one removing a knife from his belt, lifting the cover to the tent with his left hand.

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Fire, Flesh and Failure

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(Artist: Dholl) (Music: Hush Little Baby)
(I apologize for the sucky writing, I lost my much better original ;-;)

 

 

 

Pull... Drag... Carry...

Charlotte's picture

Search within for the will

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Charlotte screamed at the women. “Stop! Look at yourselves. Covering at their mercy.”
The women looked shocked, but they stopped being hysterical, turning their faces at her.

Sorja Troy's picture

The masseur needed

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notheredave's picture

dArk Harmony

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1:44 AM 4/4/2015 /  " He is not to them what he is to me,” I thought: “he is not of their kind.

Fire Suppression

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Sometimes the things you see cannot be ignored, words heard cannot be unsaid, nor actions taken adequetely justified. You can only souppress the rage for so long, you know when the dam is about to break when your chest gets tight and hot, your sudden silence is deafening. The ones closest to you know this is the time to leave, or prepare to be part of the immenient explosion.

Charlotte's picture

A house divided

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She saw the burly man wearing leather, hovering over Jeff and George, both of them lying on the clay floor. Neither of them was moving.
Spider viciously kicked Jeff in the side. Charlotte heard something break, most likely Jeff’s ribs, they snapped with a sickening dry sound. Jeff moaned unconsciously.

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Living in the Burbs - Entry 1

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”Steady there, pal. You look a little wobbly. It can be disorienting when you first come out of the pod.” Brian said.
The naked male clone wobbled out of the pod, caught by two large teenage boys.
“Fuck, this guy is heavy.” One of the boys said.
“Language, boys.” Brian said.
“Sorry, Mr. Lance.” The boys said in chorus, then continued to hand the clone clothes, and then lead it over to another of the workers, Max.

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Another day at work (Part 2?)

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Welding and wrenching.  Wrenching and welding.  The amount of work required to produce a fully operational automobile was underestimated at best.  Rio looked around and cursed.  She had a functional control unit in New Flagstaff, but not here.  She sighed.  Spend time making a new one or spend chips to get one here?  She made the calls, hopefully the control unit would arrive in time and functional.

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Another day at work (Part 1?)

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She'd poured so much money into that ranch, to get it raised in short order, it almost had left her broke.  She'd be willing to pay the price again though to feel the way she had for those fleeting few days.  She'd almost felt at home.  Something she hadn't felt since pre-fall, almost a sense of security, a sense of retribution.  Security.  Security, she learned again, through this last turn of events, was a fallacy.  Anyone selling security was selling straw.  There would always be intrusion, or the threat thereof.  The thing that mattered, she had learned, was how it affected you.  She co

Rio Stinson's picture

Here today...

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((I was waiting to post anything regarding this in hopes that G1 would make things right, but up to this point, I have gotten nothing.  I had placed a ranch near Hope Springs that a few folks had come to RP at...it was fun, and I had more days left on that farm, but somehow it got wiped out during maintenance and G1 is still "looking into it".))

 

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liquid armour amore

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10:08 AM 3/17/2015·...  “Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage·... mmm   What u got Noth  Cosmic Orgasm's  ... into ...orange so so Loco noco.,so Special K next     {oc}next so loco noco STOP 11:43 AM 3/19/2015 daub of purple x the evil drunken  eye PASS the roach  on, UP THE down spiral STEPS  and on om Into oc make beilieve any of it   wilds every ever STEP  every animal we  U, i ever encountered a ...  way  toward A bridge.

Sorja Troy's picture

NFMH 3

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3. part


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Searching the town

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The day had turned to a night dark as pitch. Charlotte played the cloak-and-dagger as she crossed the dead grass on the other side of the railroad tracks, creping closer to the town.
She ran hunched over from building to building, sticking to the shadows.
The smell of cigarette smoke wafted through the air. Charlotte stopped seeing a couple of heavily armed men shooting the shit standing on opposite sites of a rusted oil drum they used as a fireplace.

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