by Brnin8r » Thu Mar 11, 2010 12:00 pm
The exit came far sooner than expected, and Chris and Jack were soon stepping out into the windy outside once again. The mall didn't seem nearly as scary anymore and the boys were already much further towards the helicopter evac building...though there was still ground to cover.
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Down the alley, the bimbos eagerly squeezed themselves around each other, though their blind haste slowed them and soon it became an exercise in futility as Shaun continuously shot devastating rounds into the mass of bimbo, reloading as quickly as possible when the times came. The bottleneck was proving good so far, but there seemed to be more and more bimbos behind every frontline that replaced the previous one.
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Micheal would quickly realize his strength may have been diminished as the swing only clubbed two of the three zombies. The third became to giggle as she swiped!
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There were a few cars, though every gas gauge revealed the same distressing message. No fuel. To compound Matt's misery, the small walkways between office buildings came alive with ravenous bimbos, all with similar uniforms. Business. Their pinstriped, man-tailored suits were very revealing and almost bore little resemblance to their original shape. The slacks had turned into mini skirts while the suit coat now hugged tightly to hold in their enormous cargo. They cooed and began to walk their way to the boy, sensual fingers ushering him into their waiting clutches.
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Yugi slowly debated the order, since the horde was fast approaching. "All right." he said quickly and rushed to Karen's side, "All right, make sure the safety's on, you don't want a jammed gun." he said as he flicked the safety switch, "Next, take the bullets and one at a time place them into the magazine." he showed her once before handing her the ammo and magazine back. As she continued reloading, he stood up and began firing once more into the horde to help Lt. Harris. Despite their efforts the horde was getting closer. The clown hadn't been taken down yet and it seemed the rest of the horde seemed spurred on by her presence.
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Rick brings all the bottles of motor oil to the counter! The horde of bimbos had now made it to the doors and were clawing and scratching at the glass, almost confused why they couldn't get in to the boy.
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