Post by albub on Aug 17, 2008 20:07:23 GMT -5
((The continuity actually ends with reply #123, but I'll play your reindeer games, you handsome stallion))
Alex lays on the ground in agony. Eyes in agony, legs in agony, torso in agony. He coughs blood on his linen jacket to his horror, his rationality not reminding him the blood and bullet holes in the back would also ruin it. He reaches around and opens his backpack, and begins sorting through its contents. He begins to weep when he feels the shards of crystal. The pain of losing his scotch glass steels him against the agony in his body, and overshadows the fact that the contents of his backpack prevented 3 of the bullets from hitting him. Hearing the shuffling feet of a zombie, he draws his gun and cocks the hammer. He doesn't know the number of zombies coming for him, but he has 6 bullets with which he can persuade them that he isn't the best of meals. No, I've got 5 bullets for the zombies, he thinks grimly.
Alex lays on the ground in agony. Eyes in agony, legs in agony, torso in agony. He coughs blood on his linen jacket to his horror, his rationality not reminding him the blood and bullet holes in the back would also ruin it. He reaches around and opens his backpack, and begins sorting through its contents. He begins to weep when he feels the shards of crystal. The pain of losing his scotch glass steels him against the agony in his body, and overshadows the fact that the contents of his backpack prevented 3 of the bullets from hitting him. Hearing the shuffling feet of a zombie, he draws his gun and cocks the hammer. He doesn't know the number of zombies coming for him, but he has 6 bullets with which he can persuade them that he isn't the best of meals. No, I've got 5 bullets for the zombies, he thinks grimly.