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Ni zhidao zemu shou zhong win pinyin ma?
At least I understand what you said.
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nah I didn't disappeared, its always three posts before mine. (Me -> YipeeXD/Caits/Jangel13 -> Me)
been busy for the whole two day, came back and read the IC. All sort of shits happened.
so most of us(players) are probably going separately after the apartment compromised? Still haven't decide what to do after the rescue of the military.
do we secure dem point of interest or just the good ol' savage and run?
so many college students, so pure. *evil laugh*
more players joining in, which means.... more sacrifices >:D
and I thought the power will be going on for a few days xD
The lobby of the Three Towers Apartment Complex.
Tyson was standing in the middle of the lobby area, not knowing what he should do next. He could just ran upstairs like most of the people, and locked himself up in his apartment unit. Or maybe he could help those brave ones out by... Cooking them a hot meal? Tyson had no idea of what he could do to help them, so it would probably be better if he just go back to his apartment unit. Right after Tyson decided to walk towards the stairs, the pastor asked him for help. Finally, a job that Tyson was able to carry out other than cooking this and that. Tyson's current mission was to barricade the stairwell after everyone was up.
"Ok, I'll..." The pastor did not waited for Tyson to respond, and he started to escort the crowd one by one. Tyson probably should start doing his part of the work too, before the apartment started to be overwhelmed by the zombies. While Tyson was waiting for the crowds to escape at the lobby area, he heard some shouting coming from above him. But no gunshots, for Tyson who just experienced the world turning into a living nightmare within an hour, he thought that gunshots would always came along with the sound of screaming and shouting. He was wrong this time, but by not wasting more time he ran up to the second floor and probably got a shock of his life.
The firewoman that Tyson saw earlier, was stomping a.... was that a dog? Yes. She was clearly stomping a dog. The dog's flesh was dark and bloody even for a dead dog. Never seen something that ugly and disgusting before, must be a german shepard... labrador... retriever... Whatever... Tyson was never a dog lover nor a dog hater. But how did the dog reached this far, Tyson was very sure that a few people stayed at the lobby area to hold the line, it couldn't came from the lobby so the only possibility was the upper floors.
Tyson decided to postpone his help to barricade the stairwell, walked towards where his apartment unit was at to grab some equipment before everything were gone. Tyson was complaining about living on the second floor was noisy enough to make him unable to sleep before the hell broke out, but now he was relief that he stayed on the second floor. Judging by the fact that how the zombie dog managed to reach the second floor means that there was a possibility that a zombie would appeared in his apartment unit. Tyson opened the front door slowly, hoped that nobody heard it(if something's in there) and checked the living room. Tyson closed the door back before him and locked it. The music can still be heard coming from the radio, the fan was still on and the kitchen food menu design he was working on still looks pretty bad, at least in his opinion.
Tyson checked the whole place, even the shoes wardrobes and the toilet bowl. After Tyson was sure that he was alone, he began to search for weapons and useful equipment. The first choice were the knives in the kitchen, as he has his own way with the knives as a chef. After he took two different knives from the kitchen shelves, he proceed to grab his beg pack from the bedroom along with some mineral waters and canned foods. Tyson was preparing for the worst, although that the situation at the apartment was already felt like the worst for him.
Tyson was standing in the middle of the lobby area, not knowing what he should do next. He could just ran upstairs like most of the people, and locked himself up in his apartment unit. Or maybe he could help those brave ones out by... Cooking them a hot meal? Tyson had no idea of what he could do to help them, so it would probably be better if he just go back to his apartment unit. Right after Tyson decided to walk towards the stairs, the pastor asked him for help. Finally, a job that Tyson was able to carry out other than cooking this and that. Tyson's current mission was to barricade the stairwell after everyone was up.
"Ok, I'll..." The pastor did not waited for Tyson to respond, and he started to escort the crowd one by one. Tyson probably should start doing his part of the work too, before the apartment started to be overwhelmed by the zombies. While Tyson was waiting for the crowds to escape at the lobby area, he heard some shouting coming from above him. But no gunshots, for Tyson who just experienced the world turning into a living nightmare within an hour, he thought that gunshots would always came along with the sound of screaming and shouting. He was wrong this time, but by not wasting more time he ran up to the second floor and probably got a shock of his life.
The firewoman that Tyson saw earlier, was stomping a.... was that a dog? Yes. She was clearly stomping a dog. The dog's flesh was dark and bloody even for a dead dog. Never seen something that ugly and disgusting before, must be a german shepard... labrador... retriever... Whatever... Tyson was never a dog lover nor a dog hater. But how did the dog reached this far, Tyson was very sure that a few people stayed at the lobby area to hold the line, it couldn't came from the lobby so the only possibility was the upper floors.
Tyson decided to postpone his help to barricade the stairwell, walked towards where his apartment unit was at to grab some equipment before everything were gone. Tyson was complaining about living on the second floor was noisy enough to make him unable to sleep before the hell broke out, but now he was relief that he stayed on the second floor. Judging by the fact that how the zombie dog managed to reach the second floor means that there was a possibility that a zombie would appeared in his apartment unit. Tyson opened the front door slowly, hoped that nobody heard it(if something's in there) and checked the living room. Tyson closed the door back before him and locked it. The music can still be heard coming from the radio, the fan was still on and the kitchen food menu design he was working on still looks pretty bad, at least in his opinion.
Tyson checked the whole place, even the shoes wardrobes and the toilet bowl. After Tyson was sure that he was alone, he began to search for weapons and useful equipment. The first choice were the knives in the kitchen, as he has his own way with the knives as a chef. After he took two different knives from the kitchen shelves, he proceed to grab his beg pack from the bedroom along with some mineral waters and canned foods. Tyson was preparing for the worst, although that the situation at the apartment was already felt like the worst for him.
must be those ninja zombiess
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