"We won't get anything done if you boys are chatting.." Heather told them boarding up a smashed window.
"We won't get anything done if you boys are chatting.." Heather told them boarding up a smashed window.
"Okay then" Castle murmered as he walked to another window with and armful of wood.
"now thats just mean"
Castle whistles as he boards up the window. "Whatch'ya say?"
"So, Castle, what did you do before this ☺☺☺☺ went down?"
*John put another board up.*
"Well, I... Wait, I can't remember..." Castle looks stunned. "What the hell?"
Heather looks over at Castle, "Whats wrong, dude?"
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"Huh, weird..."Originally Posted by Incinerator
"Indeed.." Heather agreed.
*John boarded up another window.*
"So, what now?"
Heather shrugged, "Dunno..." she frowned nailing more boards to the window she was working on.
"I would like to have a pool table in here, know where I could get one?"
"I have know idear"
*Jack barricaded the door*
"Have you guys seen George since the zombies brock in"
"No, actually. I wonder where he could be..."
"Yeah... I'm gonna rest if that's alright..." Castle said wearily.
"I think I'll have a little nap too. Wake me if anything notable happens to happen."
*John tossed an apple, took a bite, and flicked his hair in the direction of the stairs.*
"I gess he is dead, o well"
Heather shrugged, "Oh well, indeed." She plopped down on the couch yawning.
Castle settled down the couch. It seemed comfortable enough. "Meh, it'll do."
"so you relly cant remember what you use to do"
"That's pretty strange, y'know? Do you remember anything else, or is it just your job?"
A man wearing a gas mask and helmet cautiously walked through the empty streets, the most colorful thing was his armband with a medic cross on it. He gripped his M16 tightly, His breathing the only thing he could hear. All was quiet for now..
John heard a sound coming from the street. It sounded like walking. He opened the door and peeked out, looking for anything. There was nothing there. "Hmmm"
The man looked to see an open door, thare a not figure stood. he started running his boot steps echoed. He made it to the door to see John. He spoke with a heavy Russian accent "Look its only a matter of time before the zombies come for me you gotta let me in."
"Holy ☺☺☺☺, ok come on in." John said. "What's your name?"
"Lenin Marx, Spetsnaz medic" He took a swiff of his canteen but shook his head, it had a kick and it certainly wasn't watt]er he knew that. "Want some" He said offering the canteen.
"Might as well." John said as he took the canteen. "So, how'd you get to America?"
"We took a boat to the coast, then roped in here by heli." He paused "we were sent here to help your forces. my squad was killed my gun destroyed I found this next to a body He examined the gun as he said that.
"Well, that's a fun time." John eyed the gun admiringly. "I like that gun."
"yea, what have youve been using?"Lenin grined
*OOC:Brn got to eat oh and is me banshy!*
"An M1 Carbine semiautomatic."
OOC: Ohhhhh...
"Ehh not bad" Lenin said with a twisted up face. "Will get you a gun after we find a ride..."
"Yeah, I've been thinking this place isn't so safe for a while. We should move."
"Well we need a car, and No smart cars!" Lenin Laughed at his Joke
*Jack walked into the room*
"you relly should be more carefull about who you let in"
*Jack looked at Lenin"
"no offence"
"None takes and you are..." Lenin gestured his hand to jack to finish the sentience.
"Im Jack. So why did you come to our house"
"your neighbors dint look as nice" *Two zombies pressed agenst the glass in there neighbors house* "Plus John opened the door While I was walking bye"
"fair enought"
*Lenin took another swiff of his canteen and shook his head* "Well im a medic and we were just talking a bout a ride outta here"
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