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Milton sprung to his feet at the sound of gunfire followed by an alarm. "Things are about to get hairy..." He thought to himself as he knelt down next to the .50 caliber in the trucks cab. There he waited, looking up and down the street, eyeing each alleyway, waiting for a contact so he could...

A cybernetic organism made to look like a human male.

I <3 abortions.

"I agree with Isaac" Milton said as he turned to Isaac, then to Ian. "Are you sure boomstickin' the owner is such a good idea? I think cloak and dagger might be the best approach. Take him out with a knife if you can." Milton made stabbing motions reminiscent of Psycho. "Anyway, we'll do it...

"We're running low on smokes, that's a problem." Said Milton as he jumped out of the bed of the truck, his knees bending only slightly as he landed. Sand kicked into the air and soon dissipated. For some reason it reminded him of the situation they were all in. Just sand. More and more sand...

Nathan scaled up the fire escape, the moans of the dead below him motivating him to climb faster than even he knew he ever could. Every shot from Marcus gun echoed in his head, though he didn't mind given the circumstances. He reached the top and pulled himself over. He then reached out to Jim...

Milton leaned back into the cab as he took the last drag off his cigarette. He exhaled with an agitated sigh. It had been a long couple of weeks, and the bar-fire was a result of that. Milton never liked it when his crew was in danger, but sometimes he just had to vent on someone. He flicked...

Nathan ran toward the shots, he had to find the others. There were stragglers all around him, but his adrenaline was pumping full bore. He came to the fire escape where the others had gathered and waved up to them. "What the fuck!? Where are we going?!?" He grabbed onto the ladder and began...

"That goddamn bartender was watering down my whiskey, I know he was!" Milton grunted as he climbed into the bed of the truck. The chassis groaned and shifted as he sat down, resting his arm on the .50 cal next to him. "And besides..." Milton continued, turning his attention back to Ian. "Since...

"What the fuck were they thinking?" Nathan muttered under his breath as he stood infront of the once secured warehouse door. Now it was a bottleneck, and inside of that bottleneck were several walking corpses. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" Nathan looked about in a panic, looking for some other way out...

I would hug you. Then stare at you awkwardly.

Nathan was jarred from his slumber by that unmistakable sound you never want to hear. The screaming of an incoming horde. Nathan sprung out of bed and grabbed his shotgun and his boots, not even bothering with his pants. Half naked he stormed out of the small office cubicle, shouting. "What the...

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