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ProjectONI616
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The last 13 days... have been hot
The last 13 days... have been hard
The last 13 days... have been HELL
It happned suddenly, they ran into the sop and ripped a customers ear off, the police were called by by the time they had arived the shit had more than hit the fan, it slapped it across the mouth and punched it in the nose just to make sure it was still awake. People were killing other people. They weren't zombiies 'coz zombies dont fscream profanity as they beat you to the ground or rape you in the middle of the blood soaked street. it didn't take long, by the time it was mid day the streets were over run.
So for the last thirteen days those who remain did their best to survive. Hiding or running scared shitless from this thing that has been dubbed the Crossed virus because of the bezar + shaped mark it leaves on the infected.
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Ryu looked out the window of the house the single "pluss face" as it ambled along with what looked like a skinned cat over it's shoulders, it lokked up the sky giggling to itself. Ryu cringed at the playfulness of it's voice as it spoke.
"Purr little kitty cat... HaHAAhahahahaAHAAhaaahh..."
Ryu closed the shutters again and walked back up stairs to where a girl a little younger than he was lay on a bed, surrounded by bloody towels, on the third day she had been shot. It had taken three days to travel five miles to get to his sister only for her to get shot by an infected cop.
He sat on the bed where the girl lay awake but obviously in pain despite repeated attempts to persuade her brother that she was ok.
Ryu held the girls sweaty hand, he had removed one of the bullets but the other was in deep, he wasn't trained for this, he had some basic training from the cadets but nothing like this. He could remove the bullet because he could see it but this was different.
How much longer would they last?
How much longer could they last?
How much longer could she suffer?
The last 13 days... have been hard
The last 13 days... have been HELL
It happned suddenly, they ran into the sop and ripped a customers ear off, the police were called by by the time they had arived the shit had more than hit the fan, it slapped it across the mouth and punched it in the nose just to make sure it was still awake. People were killing other people. They weren't zombiies 'coz zombies dont fscream profanity as they beat you to the ground or rape you in the middle of the blood soaked street. it didn't take long, by the time it was mid day the streets were over run.
So for the last thirteen days those who remain did their best to survive. Hiding or running scared shitless from this thing that has been dubbed the Crossed virus because of the bezar + shaped mark it leaves on the infected.
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Ryu looked out the window of the house the single "pluss face" as it ambled along with what looked like a skinned cat over it's shoulders, it lokked up the sky giggling to itself. Ryu cringed at the playfulness of it's voice as it spoke.
"Purr little kitty cat... HaHAAhahahahaAHAAhaaahh..."
Ryu closed the shutters again and walked back up stairs to where a girl a little younger than he was lay on a bed, surrounded by bloody towels, on the third day she had been shot. It had taken three days to travel five miles to get to his sister only for her to get shot by an infected cop.
He sat on the bed where the girl lay awake but obviously in pain despite repeated attempts to persuade her brother that she was ok.
Ryu held the girls sweaty hand, he had removed one of the bullets but the other was in deep, he wasn't trained for this, he had some basic training from the cadets but nothing like this. He could remove the bullet because he could see it but this was different.
How much longer would they last?
How much longer could they last?
How much longer could she suffer?