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*pow pow*

2 zombies dropped, must be Tim or someone thought Nick. HE ran as fast as he could still holding the chain saw, when he realized that the zombies wouldn't give up.

*pow pow pow pow pow* a row of zombies fell to the ground. Nick dropped the chainsaw and started to run, as fast as he could. The storage door was closing, and fast. He was so close to the door, he could almost reach out and grab it. There was now only about 2 feet left untill the door completely shut.
*pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow* More zombies dropped, he looked up to see Tim and Liz picking off zombies with repeater rifles. He dived there the small space left in the storage door, then got up *smash* the door closed. He started painting, waiting for them to break through any secound. He sat down on a crate, and started coughing. Brad and liz came in, with 2 other people, one Nick recignized from school, one of liz's friends, the other was jsut some kid.

Liz: "Here Nick, take this."

liz handed Nick a bottle of Cola. He popped it open and drank it.
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i see what you are saying, how about qwe edit our posts, forget the whole thing and be friends.......well at least not enemies

Fine by me

woot woot this story is gettin betta by the sec lol i hope those guys get out all right or uhh lol

Nice mate but hurry and give next post im dying and then i will zombiefy to read it

nick sounds like edd from sean of the dead

? What ? He says one thing i belive but whatever

Maybe he means the gung-ho lets-have-fun attitude that nick has. As in if they were driving a car, nick would be the one aiming for the zombies.

oh agreed...

As Nick started to drink the sweet nectar in the bottle, for he was very parched, he heard a loud band. His head snapped up a he heard a female voice scream "Oh God not my little Timmy!" Brad left nick to drink and ran to where the scream was from, he stopped dead in his tracks, a little boy, no more then 6 lay on the ground in a pool of blood; brain matter splattered the wall were he once stood. And about five feet from the little boy was Tucker, with a smoking gun; the jack-ass security guard. Brad stood in awe, first he jsut couldn't belive what happened, then he just dropped to his knees.
"What the Fuck is wrong with you tucker?! You like to kill fucking 6-year-olds?"
Tucker just stood there, almost chuckeling, "WE are all going to die, jsut saved the kid some trouble,I couldn't stand to see the kid slowly die..."
"So you fucking blew is brains out? What The fuck man, what the fuck?!" Screamed Brad as he ran his finger through his hair, while his thoughts jumped around.
"Look I am sor-" Tuck tried to finsih as he was cut off when a 45 caliber bullet made a large opening in the back of his head, coming out through a hole right under his nose; a baptisim of gore exploded, brain matter flung agianst toy in the stoore elise where they were standing, and then another shot right in his heart, spread a chunk of his heart falling to the ground. Then he dropped, had the last spaisms of life, and was dead.

This post has been edited by Nikku on April 26, 2005 10:09 pm

no feed back; You make nikku sad