Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-26852465-20160309182953

The poor zombies were shambling as fast as they could. Rigor Mortis was a horrible penalty to movement.

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Up ahead there was another table in the hall. On it were a piece of paper, and a plate of fried chicken. Opposite to the table was a sleeping zombie.. these two things were just outside the cafeteria doors.

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Maybe so... maybe he was dead. But nay, the little girl came back! With all her strength, she tried to tackle him into her little red wagon.