Post by Noah on Jan 17, 2009 20:51:55 GMT -5
Noah loops the end of the parachute cord over the flagpole he had shimmied out onto, with the other end attached to the radio. Beneath hims was a gathering of 50 zombies. They stared up at him with hungry eyes and reached upwards towards the radio playing Paris Hilton. As he reached the roof top again, he heard a popping sound. The electrical wires beneath him burst into life. Transformers all over the area began to blow, showering the zombie hordes with scrap metal and sparks. Some of them burst into flames. The nerves had long since rotted away so where a normal human would have been screaming, they merely stared upwards at the hanging radio through the flames engulfing their faces. Many sparks fell on the refuse piles that had formed after the years of abandonment. They burst up into flames and soon spread
As Noah made his way back towards the Elbow Room over the roofs, he could see blazes beginning all over the area from exploding transformers and downed wires.
"Congratualtions," Noah sayed to Sarpek, even though he couldn't hear him, "You've just set Malton ablaze."
Pulling out a harmonica, Noah began playing on the rood of the Elbow Room. "If only I had a fiddle," he thought, "Nero would be proud."
As Noah made his way back towards the Elbow Room over the roofs, he could see blazes beginning all over the area from exploding transformers and downed wires.
"Congratualtions," Noah sayed to Sarpek, even though he couldn't hear him, "You've just set Malton ablaze."
Pulling out a harmonica, Noah began playing on the rood of the Elbow Room. "If only I had a fiddle," he thought, "Nero would be proud."