Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-26852465-20160323011245

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"It's just Miss Zabie, behind that door. She's a Wight.. the Wightiest of Wights. 100% hoity, 150% toity.. she's got this huge ladyboner for school foreplay, too.. hence, why she took up refuge in this here school." Glendias seated herself in a locker, watching the interactions take place.. Velma wouldn't be happy to know her "wall" was knocked down.. after all, no boyz allowed, right?

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Abernathy kept fiddling with the radio.. what he was trying to do was see if anyone else had their radio on.. if they did, he could get into contact with them, and ultimately save more people from the lustful zombies.. "Cmon.. cmon... is anyone there..?" He murmured to himself.. rather oblivious to Xero, at this point. Although it wasn't marked on the map, the red X'es signified that was a previous fortified position that had been overtaken.. red circles were the last known positions of the Order soldiers stationed here. Given how old this map was, now.. at least a day old.. it probably wasn't an accurate thing, anymore.

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The biker spotted numerous zombies heading his way.. he wasn't daunted. Rather.. this was what he wanted. "Sup, bitches!?" He shouted, unhooking a molotov from his bandoiler. "You want a drink!?" He lit it up, tossing it towards the mass, smiling sadistically as he watched them go up in flames... and crumple to the ground, released from their duties as Zombies.