Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 29, 2007 16:22:58 GMT -5
The DJ runs off to the nearest NecroTech. A few hours later, he is outside the bar, with a fuel can in hand. A motorcycle revs up and the DJ heads to the NecroTech by the nearby mall. Another few hours flew by before the DJ returns. He comes into the bar carrying a bunch of NecroTech cases.
"We're lucky there were these few cases left...who knows what might Ivan do if Tova doesn't return to normal..."
The DJ begins opening all the cases and separating the blue syringe from the green. After a few minutes, the DJ is done. The pile of green syringes seems to be a bit smaller then the pile of blue.
"Well...this could be a problem...there's only 4 green syringes here...and we need posibly the same amount as the blue syringe Tova took in.........."
The DJ eyes Ivan carefully and notices Ivan's ready to take out his pistol. The DJ reaches in his pocket and takes out a regular NecroTech syringe and sticks it in Sarpek, watching Sarpek slump to the floor.
"Well now...since Ivan is probably ready to shot me...I'm out! And I won't be back for some weeks!!!"
The DJ runs out the door carrying as much ammunition and syringes as he can carry. He however, is not running in the direction of any nearby NecroTech. In his attempt to get away, the DJ accidentally dropped 2 blue syringes he snuck in his pocket while running through a horde of zombies. The syringes break, and creates super zombies with enough strengh to lift a tank.
"Ah shit...not good..."
The DJ throws an iPod, not his, of course, playing Paris Hilton music, in the direction of the bar. The super zombies do not follow. The DJ frantically runs back to the bar, only to have the super zombies follow him to the bar.
"Ah crud..."
The DJ runs through the door and exits from the back door. The super zombie follow him in the front door, but not out the back, seeing there's fresh meat in the bar. The super zombies begin to tear the place apart. The DJ takes a glance back.
"Oh shit...Mel's not gonna like this..."
And with that, the DJ runs off to the mall Mel is in with a good excuse in his head.
"We're lucky there were these few cases left...who knows what might Ivan do if Tova doesn't return to normal..."
The DJ begins opening all the cases and separating the blue syringe from the green. After a few minutes, the DJ is done. The pile of green syringes seems to be a bit smaller then the pile of blue.
"Well...this could be a problem...there's only 4 green syringes here...and we need posibly the same amount as the blue syringe Tova took in.........."
The DJ eyes Ivan carefully and notices Ivan's ready to take out his pistol. The DJ reaches in his pocket and takes out a regular NecroTech syringe and sticks it in Sarpek, watching Sarpek slump to the floor.
"Well now...since Ivan is probably ready to shot me...I'm out! And I won't be back for some weeks!!!"
The DJ runs out the door carrying as much ammunition and syringes as he can carry. He however, is not running in the direction of any nearby NecroTech. In his attempt to get away, the DJ accidentally dropped 2 blue syringes he snuck in his pocket while running through a horde of zombies. The syringes break, and creates super zombies with enough strengh to lift a tank.
"Ah shit...not good..."
The DJ throws an iPod, not his, of course, playing Paris Hilton music, in the direction of the bar. The super zombies do not follow. The DJ frantically runs back to the bar, only to have the super zombies follow him to the bar.
"Ah crud..."
The DJ runs through the door and exits from the back door. The super zombie follow him in the front door, but not out the back, seeing there's fresh meat in the bar. The super zombies begin to tear the place apart. The DJ takes a glance back.
"Oh shit...Mel's not gonna like this..."
And with that, the DJ runs off to the mall Mel is in with a good excuse in his head.
