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Post by MOTD Administrator on May 14, 2007 21:13:45 GMT 10
This was once used as a place the inmates would eat their daily meals and again, get a chance to socialise. [/i][/center]
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Post by Alejandro Valentine on May 30, 2007 3:52:07 GMT 10
Valan was surveying the dead bodies in the mess hall when he decided to investigate the kitchen part.
"Hhmm, Gazpacho" Valan said as he picked up a ladle in the cold cauldron of 'tomato' soup. "Mi DIAS" he spat it back out. "That's not gazpacho" then he looked in and saw a finger bobbing around in it. He then violently started rubbing his tongue clean even grabbing some Tabasco sauce out of the shelf and drank some of that.
After that incident he went into the seating area of the cafe and saw a bullet ridden zombie with a gold chain around his neck. "Gold is Gold, Homie" he reasoned with the corpse. As he went to reach it the zombie reanimated itself and wrapped its cold fingers around the wrist of Valan. "Uh-hu, Vato" Valan brought down a butchers knife (From the Kitchen) down on the former prison guards head stopping him...dead? "See you in hell, Pluto!" He spat before running off again at the sound off incoming footsteps.
O.O.C. I didn't think i would need Xp for a butchers knife since Combat and Machete don't but if anyone has a problem it can be easily remedied.
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Post by William Creed on May 30, 2007 22:49:32 GMT 10
Will power walked into the cafeteria seeing the zombified Prison Guard with the butchers knife implanted in the front of his skull.
Will walked over to the corpse with his gun aimed at it, it did not seem to move.
*CRAAAGH!*
The zombie screeched making Will jump slightly before unloading half a clip into its head.
"Fuck!" he shouted kicking it in the shoulder before turning and walking towards the kitchen area.
He slid over the counter and to his suprise he was grabbed around the ankle by an obese ex chef who was now the same color (colour** lol) as a blank A4 piece of paper and some of the flesh around his chin dangled revealing his bony chin coming right through the skin.
It snapped its jaws only just missing Will by an inch, he stomped on its head as he brought his other leg down over the counter splattering its brains all over the floor and on the soles of his boots that were now muddy with dark red bits of jelly'ish gore.
He stepped backwards away from the mess, his heart was beating like double kick drums.
"Shit." he said as he surveyed the kitchen floor in shock. He shook uncontrollably as the adrenaline left his body.
He turned to the fridge opening it and finding several beverages and bread that looked stale and partially frozen.
He took a bottle of water and opened it immediately taking gulps from it emptying the bottle in a matter of seconds he turned sliding to the floor taking his radio from his belt.
"Night Ghost!. Answer me!. You better still be alive man!" he shouted into the radio hoping he would get a response.
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Post by William Creed on Aug 5, 2007 16:46:20 GMT 10
Will waited several long moments for Fei to respond but he never did. Will then realised that Fei was no longer alive.
He then changed his frequency on the radio to the one his squad would use to communicate privately during missions and then put the hand-held device to his ear.
"This is Commander Creed. Does anyone copy?" he spoke into the radio hoping any of his units would hear him and respond.
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