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Post by Noah on Jan 1, 2009 12:16:24 GMT -5
Kehllz looks through the scope of his Remington 700. Axe had called him yesterday and told him to watch the hospital, in Axe's special way, he had pretty much told him that tonight the shit was going to hit the fan. Like always, Kehllz wants to be one of the one's throwing it.
His name hadn't always been Kehllz, at one time it had been Martin Luther Kling, yeah his parents had a sick sense of humor, he had always blamed his name for him ending up an assasin. But now he went by Harmanz Kehllz, a name he picked up from a zombie, right before he blew its head off its shoulders. He liked the ring of it, obviously menacing with a dash of creepiness.
His scope makes a cross on the head of a survivor dressed in a white doctors coat. Probably one of their medics. Oh, how fitting to take the life of the one who gives it. He loved sniping these idiots. They thought they were so safe in their little rooms with locked doors. They thought the boarded up first floor was going to keep them safe from the baddies outside. They were wrong.
Kehllz cell phone was set on vibrate. Once Axe called, he need only pull the trigger to start the fun. Axe had his own special ringtone. Two vibrates following in quick succesion, followed by a pause. It was like a heart beat. It made him enjoy answering the phone, making the heart stop beating. Yes, Kehllz was a sick puppy, but it was his name that had led him to it.
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