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PART 1
Ahhh shit, we gotta go.
Well can we atleast get a couple of burgers for the road?
Come on...... oh fine.
Alright!
"Hurry up back there!" Carly yelled looking back at John who found an old propane grill to make some juicy burgers on. It was a cold dark day in November and the air was filled with a crisp yet soothing icy cold. The last time it had been like this was many years ago before pollution had ravaged the planet. even as she sat their eating, Carly could sense something bad coming. A new wave of air had come on bringing with it a feeling of desperation and doubt. They grabbed their rifles and walked to the dark blue motorcycles that had been waiting so anxiously behind the police station in downtown Memphis.
OK we have to get going, the camp in Toledo will be packed up by the time we get there and in BC.
Not if I have anything to say about it.
Right, right.....
The duo hopped on and went up the Mackinaw bridge in that upper Michigan town. Few people were left to make company with, and they couple hadn't seen another human in almost 3 years on that shady afternoon in Houston. many zombies were still left lurking in the shadows ready to pounce. The AI director had taken a break so they might have had enough time to escape and destroy the bridge before anything else could pass it. As they scaled the long road, they dropped a pile of shiny good and attached a wire that ran for miles. it started all the way in detroit, as they had found a small group of zombies locked in a house. A room was locked automatically and it would be opened the moment the survivors escaped the bridge. 20 disfigured piles of meat would topple over a detonator eating it until the house and bridge imploded in a sweet duet.
OK, you wanna help me blow this puppy?
My pleasure Carly smugly replied.
As giant fireballs erupted at the base of the bridge the two hero's turned around and realised that they were outnumbered by the millions.
TO BE CONTINUED.........
PART 2
As fireballs erupted at the base of the bridge the two heroes turned only to realize they were outnumbered by the millions.
Ahh fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
Well what the fuck John? there's a million of 'em standing right in front of us, if we talk it's not like they're gonna finally figure out we're here!!!!!!!
*ZOMBIESCHATTING*("So Garry, do we attack these guys or wait for them to finish their shit?")*ZOMBIESCHATTING*
God damnit Carly, be quiet and get your gun loaded! We have to get through these guys to do anything so STFU!!!!!!!!!
As the two retar--excuse me I MEAN "heroes" went off to kill a small portion of the zombies that wouldn't really help jack shit, a small gang of smokers appeared behind them and tapped John on the shoulder and said *ZOMBIESTALKING("boo")*ZOMBIESTALKING*. Then John turned around, and commenced the pissing off his pants while screaming like a little girl.
The two dumbshi--I MEAN "heroes" ran into the water and got hypothermia. They made it across the lake freezing to death when they realized they left they're guns and ammo back on the other side. But it didn't matter because Witches, Smokers, Hulks, and just rabies stricken people were coming up from behind. Carly killed John, used him as a raft and jumped in the water.
She slowly rowed to Cuba were a gang of angry islanders who had just broken free from Guantanamo Bay Continued to rape her throughout the night until she developed gangreen in her ass cavity, killing her instantly somehow. The prisoners engaged in disturbing orgies for many years until the last ones died off from Scurvy(that's right this all happened on a cruiser that was as big as Europe.)
THE END
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