by Brnin8r » Mon Jan 25, 2010 10:17 pm
((Oh good. I'm glad it's just me going insane))
The gate was slightly ajar to the amusement park and behind the fence and entrance booths several bimbos wandered.
***
Down the blocks as Jack jogged, the buildings loomed quietly over him. As he turned a corner he was met with the wave he had predicted, about twenty bimbos were heading toward the massive noise and they all now just noticed him. Their shrieking oohs and ahhs echoed as some jumped into a sprint and some higher-heeled versions hobbled.
***
The zombies fell to Allister's rapid firing and when it came time to reload it almost seemed to not even happen. To the boy, it felt like he had fired twenty rounds from a single clip. No other zombies came through the door after the barrage, though the familiar sounds of the long-haired zombie could still be heard. It was about now, that reality seemed to try to fit back into place. He was losing his high.
***
The two fell quickly to the bullets and the other zombimbos were a dozen feet away by the time they turned the corner as Micheal ran. There were about another four around that had begun their pursuit.
***
Chris, after a long while of struggling, eventually came out on top of the broken building. The destruction was massive and he would be surprised once again he had survived. Bimbos and parts of them lay strewn about in a soupy film of gore in front of the building. Heels and blouses painted a grisly color lay covering the destroyed bodies. At the far back of the chaos, a single bimbo stood. This one almost looked different though. This one was perfect. Her body was the absolute perfect proportion. She would almost look normal if it weren't for the blemish-free, alabaster white skin. Her perfectly structured face was bent in a sincerely sensual smirk. She stood staring for a moment before walking calmly to a rather large piece of rubble and without even breaking a sweat picked it up and almost without stress tossed the chunk of asphalt at the recovering boy.
***
Running through the alleyways proved once again to be a big help. After a few turns, the shrieking pursuers' cries grew distant, they had lost him. As he exited the next alley, he found himself staring at a hospital set across the street on the other side of a large parking lot.
***
The employee entrance sat undisturbed, but if they decided to go further into the fun house, a large pair of doors surrounded by a comically large heart. "TUNNEL OF LOVE" shouted the sign.
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