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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
Muscle Sleuth - Part 2Her text read: Check out this pic lover boy:
The picture that followed showed a 6'2" tall, 225 pound amazon curling a 100 pound dumbbell.
Her follow up text read: It was only for one strict rep, my muscle failed halfway through the second, but still!! 100 pounds!!! You don't weight much more than that do you?
He replied: I'm 165 so you still have a ways to grow… Goodonya girl, I can't wait to feel it and measure it tonight!
She replied: Dang, you feel so much lighter than 165! Back to work for this growing girl…! :-D
It had been six weeks since they started dating. Sasha was getting nervous because the Denver outbreak had been the last one and if he would have stuck to his original pattern there would've been at least two more outbreaks by now. Did he finally get caught? Did he have a close call and was now laying low? She combed the news for any signs that this person was still out there doing their thing. &
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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