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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 26, 2007 7:11:25 GMT -5
A lot of explosions come from outside. Apparently the DJ went outside when no one was looking, and right behind him are about 20 crocs. The DJ has grenades in his hands, and his pockets are bulging with them as well.
"That's right...gather around...I've got plenty to go around...just open wide and say 'Ahhhhhhhhhh!'"
Unknown to him, Zombie Mistress sneaks up right behind him. She groans.
The DJ freezes, forgetting Zombie Mistress was outside. He turns around, just in time to see Zombie Mistress try to grab him. He ducks, but Zombie Mistress got a hold of his IPod. She puts the ear phones in her ears and listens to Paris Hilton play. She hates the music, and chucks the IPod over the bar.
"Oh man...there goes my IPod...Well...at least I now know that Zombie Mistress is unaffected by Paris Hilton....."
Then realizing the horde of crocs are still behind him, he starts to run around the building. He reaches in his pocket and takes out a fuel can. He throws the fuel can at the crocs, takes aim with a flare gun, and fires. The fuel can explodes, incinerating the undead crocs, as well as setting the barricades on fire.
"Oh fuck...shouldn't have done that..."
He climbs the rope ladder back up to the roof, runs down the stairs to the first floor with a bucket of water, and tosses it on the barricades. The bucket, however, was filled with holes and all the water has dripped out.
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