Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-26852465-20160310005039

"Maybe I am cwazy! But you're coming with me!" Finally, she managed to knock him in the wagon with her small frame, grabbing the handle of the wagon, and running off as quickly as she could out of the cemetery.

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The pianos crashed down, imprisoning several zombies under their tremendous weight. As the pianos crashed down.. the trap was not done yet. More strings and ropes tied around the ankles of other zombies, suspending them in the air. The way seemed clear.. but one would need to move quickly before the alley flooded with more.

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The zombie seemed to look at Armstrong inquisitively, before accepting the chicken, scarfing it down in one bite. It was rather greasy, but well cooked, nonetheless.