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Post by MIKI ELAINE YASHIDA on Aug 17, 2011 18:35:45 GMT -5
 
The basic premise of the thread is the students, and citizens of Lima, Akron and Westerville awakening to a Dawn of the Dead styled end of the world. The students can be in class when it happens, driving or waking up to their neighbor trying to bash the door in. Anything goes [within reason, the laws of physics and gravity still apply]. All I ask is that the basic rules of the trade for other boards are upheld here as well!
"Mother f-"
Whack!
The man went down like a sack of Oregon Potatoes hauled off a truck during a restocking morning in Sanpaku. The shovel had smashed the left side of his face in, knocking some teeth and blood out of the once-gaping mouth. The body slumped down onto the ground, leaving a streak of blood against the house's wall. Blood gushed from the mouth of the fallen creature and it lay unmoving for moments. The one who hit it breathe a sigh of relief before noticing a twitch of a finger from the corner of her eye.
Bang. Whack. Thunk!
All that was left was a body smashed against the wall and the ground, the head a scrambled mess of of brain matter, blood and skin.
Miki stuck the blade of the shovel, which was really a spade if you wanted to categorize it, into the red-stained ground and took a deep breath. She was now standing in the middle of Jules Drive in a metaphorical canoe where the metaphorical paddle had gotten lost somewhere in the bloody creek. She leaned against a sedan parked sideways on the street, and looked up at the sky.
It was as blue as ever, but there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. Not up, not in the horizon. It was just blue, with the hot shining sun weighing down. A first for an October morning in Lima.
"Huh. Fitting. All-Saints Month and the world goes to hell."
No one picked up the phone at the restaurant, and her older siblings were nowhere to be found. The internet was a a-buzz with videos, photos and audio recordings. So far, it seemed that the center of the United States was experiencing the mass chaos. In her rush to secure her bags and belongings, Mai overhead a couple of analysts on her television wondering if it was some kind of biological weapon of mass destruction.
Stopping by her bags, which were settled against a blossoming tree on the sidewalk, Mai wondered if acting so readily, making her bags and acting as if she were alone, was right. She stiffened when the ungodly moan reached her ears and turned to see another of the undead beings scrambling her way. Some were slow, others were fast and others still were menacing.
It was a combination of all the hellish imaginings Hollywood ever had of the event.
She was incredibly thankful for late-night gory-movie marathons.
"Hu-ah!
Her shovel was swung, and the loud clash of the metal with a skull rang out across the street.
Mai Is Currently Wearing
words--- MEH?!
tags--- E V E R Y O N E?!
notes--- AHH, ZOMBIESl?!
lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
credit--- Credit to Dollie [/size][/blockquote] |
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