Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 22, 2008 14:45:45 GMT -5
(( Hmm?? i thought i was on a building but ok ill play dumb))
PFC is holding his arm. It's slowly starting to change to a darker color. His veins were dark green, and small cuts on his arm from the numerous firefights were bleeding thick, dark blood. He was slowly falling asleep. He heard shambling. He looked out of the window. A horde of zeds was brewing outside. "Dammit..." PFC's head started to become crowded. He had an idea. He sees some old clothes in the corner. He starts undressing.
Hundreds of zombies gather around the front entrance. The caved floor made for a good barricade, but it was no match for the horde. They smashed it down and began rushing in.
A few hours passed, and the paris hilton tracks slowly died out. The horde scattered. No one noticed the single zed that was slowly making his way to a revive point.
PFC is holding his arm. It's slowly starting to change to a darker color. His veins were dark green, and small cuts on his arm from the numerous firefights were bleeding thick, dark blood. He was slowly falling asleep. He heard shambling. He looked out of the window. A horde of zeds was brewing outside. "Dammit..." PFC's head started to become crowded. He had an idea. He sees some old clothes in the corner. He starts undressing.
Hundreds of zombies gather around the front entrance. The caved floor made for a good barricade, but it was no match for the horde. They smashed it down and began rushing in.
A few hours passed, and the paris hilton tracks slowly died out. The horde scattered. No one noticed the single zed that was slowly making his way to a revive point.