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It was weighty and [s]had been[/s], so far, reliable.
The noise must have come from elsewhere.
"Glass," Russell murmured, trying desperately contemplating what could have made such a noise, “The television.”
Russell raised the axe to his shoulder as he advanced towards where the intruder was stumbling around, then as he reached the room he peeked inside and caught sight of the man-like figure.
Yet again someone shook her.
Mays pulse slowed, she wasn’t about to have her face torn off and eaten by a zombie, just shifted out of the tent.
The ones that you’re supposed to being this morning.
his trusty axe
[s]a small amount of fluids [/s]seeped onto the floor
but to her it felt like an eternity had passed with her just sprawled out on the floor
Well I was in need of some beauty sleep after the other day
SMASH!
Carefully, he crept out of the small kitchen and into the hall. It was quite small, just a staircase[ ] a table and three doorways.
“Alright,” May mumbled, “I’m leaving.” She got to her feet and shuffled out of the black tent door into the clearing.
[…] Sherman was just outside of the clearing and between some of the many trees that surrounded them.
“Glad to see you’re finally up.” Christina [s]was looking up from the saucepan at May[/s] looked up from her work to see May.
“Well I needed some beauty sleep after the other day. You know, when somebody said to go and check out the 'deserted' barn.” There was a hint of sarcasm coming from May, but not quite enough to make Christina feel comfortable. That had been the day when the group had lost Greg. [ … ]
May turned and began to walk to where Sherman was slowly pacing the ground, checking here and there for ensnared animals.
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