Fire

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You fire. The zombie's head explodes. The headless body falls to the floor. You are covered in zombie bits.
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(This story isn't all sex, and if that's what you want, click on the little back arrow on the top right of your page. This story has a story line, and may contain some hot, sweat moments but it's not ever page, so get over it.
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BTW, this is in a girls point of view. So on with the story)
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"I hate school, and i hate homework...and Ugh, i hate the cold," You mutter to yourself as i stalk down the street.  
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The warm weather from yesterday had dissolved, leaving in it's path, a cold, grey world were sun was no more, and rain poured down in heavy sheets.
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You curl you fingers into your palm, wish you hadn't fished your hot coffee. Numbness starts creeping into your fingers, and your nose is burning from the cold. Mud sloshes under your boots, and your toes wiggle in their socks. You suddenly wish you had more water-proof shoes-but alas, you suffer with shoes too wore to keep out the water.
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Out of nowhere a scream pierces the fast falling night.
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You:
Do you:
Do you:
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*[[Shower off the zombie bits]]
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*[[Jump, before running towards the sound]]
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*[[Get out there and hunt zombies!]]
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*[[Stop walking, than turn down another street, away from the sound]]
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*[[Find a place to hide from the zombies]]
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*[[Call the cops]]
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[[Category:Death by zombies]]
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[[Category:Fire]] [[Category: Wwyff]]

Revision as of 12:49, 11 December 2013

(This story isn't all sex, and if that's what you want, click on the little back arrow on the top right of your page. This story has a story line, and may contain some hot, sweat moments but it's not ever page, so get over it.

BTW, this is in a girls point of view. So on with the story)

"I hate school, and i hate homework...and Ugh, i hate the cold," You mutter to yourself as i stalk down the street.

The warm weather from yesterday had dissolved, leaving in it's path, a cold, grey world were sun was no more, and rain poured down in heavy sheets.

You curl you fingers into your palm, wish you hadn't fished your hot coffee. Numbness starts creeping into your fingers, and your nose is burning from the cold. Mud sloshes under your boots, and your toes wiggle in their socks. You suddenly wish you had more water-proof shoes-but alas, you suffer with shoes too wore to keep out the water.

Out of nowhere a scream pierces the fast falling night.

You:

Do you:

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