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Zombie Apocalypse - Part 2Zombie Apocalypse
Written by Katrina Zwicker :iconKittyKatTrina: and Jack Derril :iconjderril:
jderril wrote the following:
Jack smiles carefully at Trina as she pulls forth a measure ribbon. "Where did you..." Jack starts.. "ah never mind.” Grabbing the ribbon Jack jumps on the couch. Realizing he is now only a few inches away he gently lands a hand on Trina's side. She doesn’t seem to mind. Trina feels as hard as rock, though surprisingly warm, even tender somehow. The gentle warmth of Katrina soothes Jacks nerves.
Moving his hand towards the front, he now follows the shape of what must be the most clearly defined abdominal muscle in the world. . They must be at least 2,5 inches in depth. His fingers disappearing almost in between them. "How... Erm.... How does it feel?" Jack carefully asks.
Trina noticing Jack’s emotional state seems calmer, giving her confidence to speak more freely about her new body. "Well... It’s incredible, I feel
Zombie Apocalypse - Part 1Zombie Apocalypse
Written by Katrina Zwicker :iconkittykattrina: & Jack Derril :iconjderril:
KittyKatTrina wrote the following:
"It looks pretty clear..." Trina said, steeling herself up for another risky supply run.
"Remember Springfield? That looked pretty clear too and we just barely made it out..." Jack replied.
"Yeah but that was last year! The hordes have thinned out recently. We haven't seen one in days. Thankfully."
"And that was a fully contained shopping mall with internal hallways. That's why we got cornered like we did. This is just a strip mall with doors on the outside."
“Ok, fine..." Jack finally conceded.
"Yay! Let’s get some food!" Trina led the way across the deserted street and parking lot, leading with her compound bow with an arrow already knocked and her trusty daito bokken in its improvised sheath on her backpack.
Jack covered her from behind, but there was no real
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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