I miss your faces and I got a new cam :3
Great. Zombies.
“Well this is just great!”
Seriously, if it weren’t for the fact that the fuckers were practically up and walking around in front of him; he’d think this was some kind of joke…
Getting as far away from the window as possible, he watched as…
Pulling his arm away from Sonny, he looked around for something blunt… That was until he heard the smashing of glass and an animal-like growl from a few feet away. Jon was standing over a now lifeless, as odd as that sounds, zombie.
He couldn’t help but smirk at Jon’s expression. “Sure you haven’t done this before, man?” he knew they couldn’t possibly stay where they were, and it was stupid to go outside unarmed, so he scrolled over some options in his head.
“We need to get out of here before we get stuck in this damn house. So, uh… Left for Dead 2. Grab some blunt objects and we’ll head out.” He moved to the main living room where he found some wooden stools. “I’m guessing we should go get Rob, huh?!” he threw one of the stools against the wall until it broke apart, and took one of the legs. Didn’t think the owners would mind anymore.
Anton followed their lead and tried to find something to use as a weapon, he scanned the room and didn’t see anything of much use, Joel had broken the stool and taken the one leg that seemed useable and Anton didn’t fancy holding something that looked like half of a broken baseball bat. He noticed behind a zombie was a kitchen with a frying pan on top of the cooker, it was the best idea he had so picking up a beer bottle and smashing it across the undead’s face, he ran to grab it.
He reached it just in time to see more bodies advancing towards him, as much as he wanted to celebrate for gaining such a weapon, it wasn’t the time for him to pretend to be Link opening a chest. He whacked the girl across the face, and with a ‘ping!’ she was down, he felt a little sorry for it after because he recognised her from one of his classes, she was one of the first people to start a conversation with him and helped him fit in a little better and it never had sunk home he’d have to defend himself against people he knew. He threw the thought aside, realising none of that even mattered anymore.
Anton was the last to get up, it didn’t surprise him, alcohol made him sleep like log almost everytime, he looked up to see Sonny helping him recover before walking off to make a call or something, Anton’s eyes were blurry as they adjusted to the light. He looked at his hands, there was a small cut across his left pinky finger, and he started to wonder what happened last night. He remembered a lot of talking, some slight flirting and shots, he turned to one of the others and was hoping someone knew something. They all seemed worried.
hi…
#then he got an arrow to the knee
oh jawn, did you tag this?
ooc: i remember when I made an arrow to the knee joke when I first joined and everyone was like O______O WUT?
(Source: redd.it)
Nice nipple Jon ;)
Speed drawing of an angel from Diablo III.
