Post by 23skidoo on Dec 25, 2007 9:55:12 GMT -5
Christmas morning and I was hungry. Holed up in a junkyard near Nichols Mall I overheard 3 mafiaesque wise guys chatting. I couldn't catch it all but I did pick up something about following a S.T.A.R.S officer and the delivery of some Baby Cheeses. My stomach nearly flipped, I Love cheeses, especially the bite sized ones. The deal was apparently going down in the Nun NT in Pimbank so I thought I would slink ahead and get the drop on them.
After a brief scurry I found the place and cracked my way in round the back. I searched pretty hard but came up with nothing other than a syringe, useful but not much good for an empty stomach. I was about to give up when I heard the strangest sound, a baby crying in a room downstairs. I crept close and had a peek. There were the 3 wise guys and in front of them were a couple with a new born baby. The guys were in awe, the mum full of love and the dad had a slightly suspicious look in his eye.
'What is this?' I asked, 'and where are the baby cheeses?'
The woman looked at me, 'My name is Mary, and this is my baby, Jesus'.
I slapped my head, this wasn't the first time I had followed a bum lead.
At that point a bunch of people stepped out of the shadows, singing songs and lighting candles.
'Are you mad!?!' I exploded, but it was already too late. The noise had brought the dead and the barricades were already coming down. Before they could hit their first Hosanna the singers were toast. The wise guys put up a fight but were heavily outnumbered, The dad tried to fight back the horde and Mary fought like a dervish to protect her child. But it was no good, this fight was only going one place and I didn't want to ride that train.
I dispatched the nearest zombies too me and was about to head out the window when I heard the mothers desperate plea.
'Please save my baby!'
Mary was in pieces, literally, but somehow she had managed to keep the child clear of the claws. Cursing my conscience I leapt back into the fray, swinging my boom mike and grabbing the child. we crashed through the window and into the night, not looking back.
Now I'm holed up in a school with a baby and I don't know what to do. I've got to find Ron, he'll have the answer.
From me and the child, merry christmas Malton, may peace and good weapons find us all.
After a brief scurry I found the place and cracked my way in round the back. I searched pretty hard but came up with nothing other than a syringe, useful but not much good for an empty stomach. I was about to give up when I heard the strangest sound, a baby crying in a room downstairs. I crept close and had a peek. There were the 3 wise guys and in front of them were a couple with a new born baby. The guys were in awe, the mum full of love and the dad had a slightly suspicious look in his eye.
'What is this?' I asked, 'and where are the baby cheeses?'
The woman looked at me, 'My name is Mary, and this is my baby, Jesus'.
I slapped my head, this wasn't the first time I had followed a bum lead.
At that point a bunch of people stepped out of the shadows, singing songs and lighting candles.
'Are you mad!?!' I exploded, but it was already too late. The noise had brought the dead and the barricades were already coming down. Before they could hit their first Hosanna the singers were toast. The wise guys put up a fight but were heavily outnumbered, The dad tried to fight back the horde and Mary fought like a dervish to protect her child. But it was no good, this fight was only going one place and I didn't want to ride that train.
I dispatched the nearest zombies too me and was about to head out the window when I heard the mothers desperate plea.
'Please save my baby!'
Mary was in pieces, literally, but somehow she had managed to keep the child clear of the claws. Cursing my conscience I leapt back into the fray, swinging my boom mike and grabbing the child. we crashed through the window and into the night, not looking back.
Now I'm holed up in a school with a baby and I don't know what to do. I've got to find Ron, he'll have the answer.
From me and the child, merry christmas Malton, may peace and good weapons find us all.