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- "I left the safety of Caiger Mall today. I fear it's the last mistake I'll ever make.
"Word among the survivors was that the zeds were going at it hot n' heavy in Dunnell Hills. I went to offer my gun to the resistance, but when I got to town I found it overrun by the living dead, and not a single stronghold left intact. I'd worn myself out on the walk over. I holed up in a hospital, but....
"I'm tired. So very tired. The endless days of barricading and healing at Caiger have sapped my strength, and I haven't had a manicure in months. Not even a week-long marathon of Full House episodes could restore me now. Word is that there are twenty brain-starved freaks outside, eroding our barricades bit by bit. I crouch here under the flickering flourescent lights in the hospital E.R. The place reeks of gasoline, mildew, and soiled copper. I'm scrawling out this final notice, so that any who find it will know -- Mona died here with a shotgun in one hand, a pistal in the other, and a fifth of Jack in her crazystraw beer hat.
"Long live the resistance."
Man, it's like cracking open one of them li'l chocolate cakes and finding a bunch of hot, gooey fudge inside. I step into these buildings and find a veritable buffet of survivors.
Mmm. Think I'll slice me up a piece of XXFRODOXX. I hear he tastes like funnel cake and BRAAAAAAAAINS.
- Mood:
crazy
Mona woke up from a light sleep to discover a zombie gnawing on her ankle. The hospital she'd bedded down in had been invaded, and things were not looking good for the survivors. Mona ain't no hero; she knew that if she stayed she was going to die, so she high-tailed it out of there, being sure to grab a medkit before she made her escape.
She made it to a police department chock full o' survivors, collected enough shotgun shells and flak jackets to make her happy for a very long time, and hunkered down to wait out the night.
Meanwhile, her undead spawn was rambling around town the next night and came upon the hospital that had formerly been Mona's sanctuary. The place was strewn with dead bodies and newly minted zombies, much to Angela's disappointment. The library to the north proved to be a better hunting ground -- dare we say, a buffet of brains -- and she nibbled a little of this and a little of that before she had to shuffle off again.
- Mood:
crappy
It's like Zombie Meals-on-Wheels! To quote Zombie Rachael Rae: "YUM."
Mona almost took out two zombies tonight through a magical combination of flare gun and fireaxe, but alas -- she had to retreat at the last second. Still, all that choppin' and flarin' means Headshot is not far from her grasp.
Shiny!
- Mood:
tired - Music:Bleach OST - "Nothing Can Be Explained"
