June 2012
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Roxy: Pack Your Shit and Head For Texas
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Roxy.
I’ll have to put her down.
C’mon.
>You sigh a little, patting her shoulder. Eyebrows tightened and frowning deeply, seeing that frigglish is starting to rise— with blood pouring from the felines eyes like a flood, her maw hanging dangerously open bruised and broken. Infections spring up quick in animals, you take a step back. You load the gun and aim it at the...
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Roxy: Pack Your Shit and Head For Texas
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Roxy what’re you—?!
> Hearing the shriek you cringe, pulling away from the creaky window again.
Roxanne?
> You groan, grabbing your troll—shotgun with one hand, and your trusty jar of fireflies in the other. And fuck, it just /has/ to be night. Opening the door with a loud crack— a snake like hiss pours from you like water. Freckles glowing and eyes pulsating like...
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Roxy: Pack Your Shit and Head For Texas
timaeustestifucked:
Ah roxy, how nice to see you again— just follow the arrows on the trees.
> You shouted at her with a pretty loud banging voice. Leaning out of the window you stared around the foggy air— and with her being here she’ll get the horried mutant freckles which itch like hell too, but oh wel— and your train of thought is cut off by the irritant noise of zombies moaning in the...
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timaeustestifucked replied to your post: timaeustestifucked replied to your post: Your blog…
SNIRK.
im going 2 feed u 2 my cat
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timaeustestifucked replied to your post: Your blog “sukks”
So does your MOM.
timaeustestifucked replied to your post: Your blog “sukks”
> BADUM TSST
dirk my mom is dead
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Roxy: Pack Your Shit and Head For Texas
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> You’re currently making weapons and shit ye—- what the fuck was that? You drop your bits and bobs on the floor with a loud CLANG of metal and tools across the wooden floor bords. You listen in, cupping your hand around your right ear, twitching at the shouting— you’ve never heard another voice around here. Fuck you’re terrified inside — but it sounds oddly familiar. With...
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timaeustestifucked-deactivated2 asked: Your blog "sukks"
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Roxy: Pack Your Shit and Head For Texas
This was the worst idea, it had not been worth it, trapped in the stinky, stuffy ass truck for hours with that damn cat. The cat that didn’t shut up, the endless sound of static pouring from the mouth of the radio on the console driving her insane. She’d gotten to the point where she’d almost shot it, but she took out her aggravation by blindly running over bodies and listening...
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undeadgrimoire asked: Were you born in an oven? Because you're a cutie pie.
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It Ends Tonight by The All American Rejects
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==> John: Successfully make radio entry.
zombietrickster:
“Oh?” John tries his best not to laugh. “Well, okay. Sorry about that.”
John blinks and squints at a figure in front of the car. Dammit, he needs to upgrade his glasses. “Uhh, what the fuck is that?” John wonders aloud. He is about to slow down when the said figure turns to his direction, face torn and bloody, and starts shooting at him.
“HOLY SHIT—” John abruptly turns the...
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Secondhand Serenade -...
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==> John: Successfully make radio entry.
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John cracks a smile after hearing Roxy laugh. His sense of humour hasn’t sucked yet. That’s actually a relief.
“To be serious now, who’s Dirk? Is he your boyfriend or something?” John blinks and frowns. “Uhh, I think I’m asking too much. I’ll shut up now.”
“JFC! No! No…” she sighed, twiddling her fingers in her own hair, pulling it out of the ponytail....
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==> John: Successfully make radio entry.
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“Dirk? Who’s Dirk?” John’s car tramples over some zombies, making a weird sound. He doesn’t care about it at all. “Y’know, it reminds me of jerky. Like, beef jerky. Beef dirky. Sounds legit.”
Roxy jerked away from the radio, making a sort of disgusted gagging sound as the a squishing-crunching sound. “Beef dirky, omfg, I’ll have to ask him if he’s a tasty...
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==> John: Successfully make radio entry.
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“Yeah…” John closes his door and starts the engine. It hums loudly to life and John doesn’t hesitate to hit on the gas pedal. The car jumps forward and out of the gas station, and John swerves the wheel, going south.
“Well, you’re going to Texas? Where are you anyway?”
“New york, hun. Kingston, New York.” Roxy listened to the soothing sound of the car jumping to...
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==> John: Successfully make radio entry.
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“Oh?” John looks outside and frowns. First zombie in the gas station. John brings out his pistol from his belt bag and shoots it. The sound the pistol made rings through the microphone as the zombie falls down. “Damn, one just got here. I hope they don’t populate here soon—” John pauses, and softly hits his head with his pistol. “Oh, they will. They just heard the gunshot. Jesus...
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==> John: Successfully make radio entry.
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John grabs his Cheetos and continues eating. “Nah, it’s okay, I’m cool. Thanks for the offer though.” John grabs a handful from the pack and shoves it into his mouth. “I harve Cheetors vith bree.” He says, mouthful of Cheetos. John grabs a bottle of gatorade in the back seat and opens it. After having a drink, he says in the microphone. “So, what about you? Got anyone with...
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==> John: Successfully make radio entry.
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“I like all movies, actually. I think all of them are pretty cool. Well, not really all but you get the point.”
John pauses at Roxy’s second question. He sighs. Welp.
“No, and no. I killed my dad. He’s the only relative I know. My nanna died before I even got to say my first word.”
John cringes. He’s way too blunt about it, and he hates thinking about it. John worries that...
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==> John: Successfully make radio entry.
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John contemplates about it for a moment. Well, he does have to look for survivors and make a group, might as well start with this one. “Uh, just a college kid that loves movies? I thinks that’s it. And oh…” John purses his lips for a while. Does he have to mention about his dad? He shrugs and sighs, abandoning the thought. Not like anyone would see him do that. “Well, I guess...
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raiseyourguard:
Wide Awake - Katy Perry
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one-big-dark-room:
Stay Close, Don’t Go-...
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==> John: Successfully make radio entry.
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John almost chokes on his Cheetos after hearing a girl, Roxy, reply. He grabs the radio, Cheetos completely forgotten, and replies, “Wow, holy shit, okay, I never thought someone would reply to me. I, uhh… yeah.” John says, slumping back on his seat and smiling. “I’m about to enter Idaho. I plan to go all the way south. As for the money…” John glances at the thick heap of money...
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==> John: Successfully make radio entry.
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John has spent hours fiddling with the blasted radio he found and trying to make it work. It’s really annoying as fuck, so when John finally gets it to work, he sighs in relief. He tries adjusting the frequency, trying to make sure most people would be able to catch his.
“Uhh, so, anyone on or something?” John mumbles through the speaker after wasting minutes to adjust the...
