Now Blue- page eightNow Blue- page eight by CaptainAwesometastic
It took a few minutes of crunching through the leaves before Alexis was able to get them out of the woods. Mia lagged a bit behind to stare at the house where they had met, and she had to jog to catch up once Alexis called her name. A little concerned with how quiet the young girl was, Alexis kicked into Tour Guide mode in an attempt to distract her.
“From where we are, there’s only four Stop Houses until Saffron Hill.”
Mia nodded but didn’t look up. Alexis continued. “The houses are about a day’s walk apart, and since you’re kind of young we shoul
Zombie survival tip # 23If you are bitten you have two options: Shoot yourself in the head or go out in a blaze of glory. Bonus points if, while going out in a blaze of glory, you do the scream from Braveheart.Zombie survival tip # 23 by magneticSheep
Zombie Documents #1A zombie is a dead but slightly active corpse that was 'reanimated' by a pathogen of extreme regenerative abilities and neural complexity. Once a victim dies but is infected with the pathogen, it can access full control of the nervous system. This can cause reanimation, dependent on what abilities it has. Zombies most commonly follow an instinct to eat all living flesh they can find. Once the flesh dies the zombies will no longer be interested.Zombie Documents #1 by DexterFurr
Supernatural Recon - Ch 1A zombie, a vampire, and a werewolf walk into a barSupernatural Recon - Ch 1 by M12G
Sounds like the set-up to a lame joke, doesn't it? Maybe it is, but tomorrow it's probably going to be the headline in a few papers. Confused? Well, let me explain
"You two losers better be ready to get wasted tonight, because I'm sure as hell ready!"
"I don't wanna get wasted ever again. I don't deserve to be happy."
"Come now Mortimer, you must not let the evil spirits of sorrow overpower you on such a night!"
Tonight is a full moon. Like most people, I get a charge when the milky-white glow hits me, but not tonight. I'm just too depressed by recent events to feel anything other than soul-crushing self-pity and remorse. It's like all happiness has fled my presence, and sadness has rushed in to fill the gap.
Although I'd rather sulk in the musty darkness of my hovel, Hunter and Caleb wouldn't allow it, and have thus dragged me to the nearest bar to drown my sorrows. It was a grubby little shack called The Expos
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