The parrot squawked fiercely, one of its eyeballs dripping to the ground as it swooped at Max's face.
The cart hummed to attention, ready to drive, just as the sound of a ground-shaking explosion in the distance rocked the air around them. The man next to Jean was looking stiff as a board, making gurgling sounds from deep in his throat.
Ben managed to reach the entrance, the zombie pushing away the carts as another zombie joined it from the side, a old rotting woman, the air-conditioned atmosphere of the Target only a few feet away.
Joey's friends screamed, falling back as the zombie exploded in a blast of gorey blood and rotting flesh, falling to the ground.
"WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?!"
It was a cop car, careening away from him and parking with a screech about ten feet from the side, an African American cop pulling down the window and lifting up a pump shotgun, emptying a heavy blast into the zombies as they swarmed around and tried to surround Bastion.
"GET THE **** IN! RIGHT NOW!"
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"Are you going to be okay? Let me see that bite again..."
Jean leans gets our of the cart, walks around, and reaches out to the pale man laying on top of a bag of golf clubs.
Mikey turned to Joey, gasping.
"Old people?! But she's, she's all gross and stuff! She's a monster!"
The pale man was cold to Jean's touch, though he was shuddering and shivering, odd noises gurgling from his throat.
"KILLLLL MEeeeeee"
The cop slammed on the gas, speeding off away from the zombie crowd, the cop sparing a glance at Bastion.
"What the **** were you doing out there man!?"
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Jean knew what to do. He didn't like the bastard anyways. He hooked the corpse with the club and ripped him off the cart. He was getting better at his golf swing.
Mikey started to cry.
"B-But they're not dead! She was walking around and tried to kill us!"
The pale man fell limp, stopping his horrific noises, and the golf course was quiet except for the crackle of flames and moaning noises from the clubhouse.
The cop glanced at Bastion, bewildered as they swerved through the sidewalk, slamming into zombie after zombie.
"Fun?! Do you have any idea what the **** is going down man!? It's the ****ing end!"
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The golf cart trudged forward, towards the now silent clubhouse, a plane hurtling overhead in the sky and then careening down into a freeway in the distance.
The cop gave Bastion a weird look.
"Man, you white people are ****ing CRA-OH****!"
He yelped as a nude woman covered in blood jumped next to Bastion's passenger window, pounding it wildly.
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The streets were empty of cars as he drove his golfcart about, across rubble and dead bodies, the golf cart thumping about, someone screaming in front of him down the road, running towards his golf cart.
The cop swerved away, his eyes wide.
"You don't want to ****ing stay to find out, do ya?!"
Just as Joey spoke, a groan behind him, his friends screaming.
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Jean tensed. He wasn't prepared to deal with an appocolipse. He had no gun, no ammo, no armor, and this golf cart wasn't going to last him forever.
He quickly looks around for something to arm himself with. Something a bit stronger than a sevearly bent golf club.
A bent pole, thin but metal lay on the street as the golf cart passed it by, the screaming figure, a nude, balding man, running towards Jean's position.
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The cart hummed to attention, ready to drive, just as the sound of a ground-shaking explosion in the distance rocked the air around them. The man next to Jean was looking stiff as a board, making gurgling sounds from deep in his throat.
Ben managed to reach the entrance, the zombie pushing away the carts as another zombie joined it from the side, a old rotting woman, the air-conditioned atmosphere of the Target only a few feet away.
Joey's friends screamed, falling back as the zombie exploded in a blast of gorey blood and rotting flesh, falling to the ground.
"WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?!"
It was a cop car, careening away from him and parking with a screech about ten feet from the side, an African American cop pulling down the window and lifting up a pump shotgun, emptying a heavy blast into the zombies as they swarmed around and tried to surround Bastion.
"GET THE **** IN! RIGHT NOW!"
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[thread=43661][/thread]
Jean leans gets our of the cart, walks around, and reaches out to the pale man laying on top of a bag of golf clubs.
"Old people?! But she's, she's all gross and stuff! She's a monster!"
The pale man was cold to Jean's touch, though he was shuddering and shivering, odd noises gurgling from his throat.
"KILLLLL MEeeeeee"
The cop slammed on the gas, speeding off away from the zombie crowd, the cop sparing a glance at Bastion.
"What the **** were you doing out there man!?"
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"B-But they're not dead! She was walking around and tried to kill us!"
The pale man fell limp, stopping his horrific noises, and the golf course was quiet except for the crackle of flames and moaning noises from the clubhouse.
The cop glanced at Bastion, bewildered as they swerved through the sidewalk, slamming into zombie after zombie.
"Fun?! Do you have any idea what the **** is going down man!? It's the ****ing end!"
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He didn't know where he was going, but he figured the farther away from this diseased golf course the better.
The cop gave Bastion a weird look.
"Man, you white people are ****ing CRA-OH****!"
He yelped as a nude woman covered in blood jumped next to Bastion's passenger window, pounding it wildly.
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Jean continues driving past the clubhouse and onto the streets.
He is looking for a motercycle store.
The cop swerved away, his eyes wide.
"You don't want to ****ing stay to find out, do ya?!"
Just as Joey spoke, a groan behind him, his friends screaming.
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He quickly looks around for something to arm himself with. Something a bit stronger than a sevearly bent golf club.
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"This is better than nothing I guess..."
He sits back down in the cart and presses the acceleration down hard strait towards teh charging nudest.
"N-NO! HELLP--AAAAHHGG"
The man screamed as the golf cart struck him aside.
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