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Like a sunken ship broken, building, pushing forward with unstoppable force, the cop cars where very well proceeding in their advance. Drew's eyes opened to full moons with a startle and fear pulsed instantly moving his feet to a deeper beat, bashing against the pedal. The cops where as he supposed, coming up close and fast to his own vehicle, but what he didn’t expect was the burning, flashing, car moving until it exploded. A flash in the background, a rumble, and then pieces raining around like confetti on new years.

“What the hell was that.” Drew screamed with anxiety building from the expectation of another explosion following.

It didn’t come to his relief, and shaking off his nerves looked back for another assessment. To his surprise it was from TJ’s doing that the car had spontaneously exploded. From Chris’s example TJ had opened fire on the cop cars moving about him and nailed one square in the tire and another shot flowered at open motor flashing from beneath the car as it lifted sideways from the sudden off balance in tire control.


Chris at this point was in front of him and shaking off another two cop cars. There, behind Drew was a larger vehicle moving on his tail. A large armored truck kicked up dust from the grassy medium and hit hard into the fragile but still metal jeep.

“Oh you piss off Giget and you get the horns.” Drew said with anger at the whole thought of this being the police, the same people he trusted to protecting him. Why where they attacking them and not stopping these zombie attacks. Both Chris and TJ had gotten the right idea and it was time Drew opened up some cans and let the old morals run lose through the bleeding heart he now held in his hands ((figuratively speaking)). The cold sleek metal felt good bent sideways in his left hand with his other tightly pressed along the wheel. His face burned a dark shadow form beneath the sunlight that would never hit his face the same way. He twisted in his seat, lifted from the bars above and opened fire on the close truck. He hit it a few times in the glass and twice in the grill but wasn’t doing much. This didn’t surprise him but oddly he felt better. A faint smile came to his face and grew every time he pulled the trigger. Again and again he shot until they began to open back. Drew dropped to his seat and twisted the wheel out of the way. Veering left he dug out of the way and caught up to the side of the truck with more gun fire. His pistol trained on whatever open target it could. There was blood and that only drew out more spirits hidden within Drew’s mind. He shot, over and over. Stopped for a second to reload and then cracked again.

((Chris you finish with the Big TJ burnout))

((Hello all. I would like to address a specific concern that had been put on me by a close friend and now that is in my attention I believe and agree that I owe many of you an apologies. It seems that a few pages earlier I expressed a certain emotion out of character that I had a life and no one else did and that is was very annoying that every one had these huge long posts. I do hope you all know I was joking. I was very well blown away by the sudden participation among the occupants of this guild, that is something I haven't seen since the creation of this guild a few years ago. I am more excited to see such posting then mad or annoyed. please do not take offense to my past words. I was joking, being myself and I do with to express my forgiveness for anything that was mislead. I can sometimes word what I'm saying in a very convincing way and I guess because it is over post none of you can see the emotion behind the post but is was not in my attentions to say no one here or posting doesn't have a life, and for that I am sorry. Please continue to post the heck out of this guild. I could want nothing more then to see this place constantly active with role playing of all kinds. Thanks for your attention and I hope you see it fit to forgive me.))

((Drew, Drew, Drew. You should definitely proofread everything you post before you post it. Other than that, you are forgiven, although I didn't see any harm done in the first place.))

The roads were unbelieveable from his house to here - as soon as he got news of the attack, the "Undead Era, he knew what to do, and that was to go to Bartos's. He knew the one person, the one place that stood one chance of defending was back in his favorite town, with his favorite people - Brad, Mike, and Bartos.

God it's been so long...the last time he was there, he barely got to spend time with them. And that was more than a year ago. But that was irrelevant now - he needed to get to Ohio as soon as he could.

Turning the ignition in his old 1985 BMW, the car rattled, but started. This would probably be the last trip the car would take. Gray smoke puffed out of the exhaust like a cigar, and with the gentle stir of an old but reliable engine, the car was off. This was day one he had heard of the news.

By the time he got to the highway, the roads were barren. He gunned it - Old Faithful as he called his Beamer revved to 120 on the highway - and then the engine started shaking too loudly to go any faster. His tachometer screamed at him, but he ignored it and pressed on - he needed to get to Mason.

Around an hour after getting on the highway, the roads became clouded with the cars of deserters and people looking for a place to go. Everyone was going North - there was nobody on the southbound. So he did what he thought he could - he pulled his trick from the game Burnout and drove straight into oncoming - dodging the very few cars that darted towards him.

After 6 hours, he had made it to the Cincinnati exit - his exit. He drove up the oncoming ramp, still empty, and proceeded into the right lane once off the highway. From there he knew where to go - but he decided to take a detour. After all, the roads were not as clogged as they were in South Carolina.

Driving to the High School, he could see the piles of bodies that resided around the roads. It's almost as if someone cleaned up around here... He saw the unfinished construction on the field, and drove over there to check it out. The lights shone, electricity still pumping. It was just after 10 - the sun had set, and the lights shone with a brilliant dazzling white. I see Mason finally got astroturf he muttered to himself. He looked to the box - Atrium Stadium. A new name. A few figures stood in that box, a figure rather tall rather... Oh my god. His jaw dropped open and for the first time in his mormon life, he swore. <********> And with that he drove onto the field, Old Faithful giving a small *SPURT!* before getting through the rocky entrance, and he drove straight to the 50, and honked his horn. Everyone could see him, and was looking at him. He turned off Old Faithful and opened up the door.

The door opened, and out of the car stepped one of the most religious men to this day.

Out of the car stepped Andrew Smith.

((ok, so i think we need to decide what time it is. we kind of have three different times mentioned and i think it would be a good idea to clear things up before chris, emily and drew get caught up with us. (: ))

Burnt with a crimson aftertaste of blood Drew emerged from the wave of flailing undead in an aww respect for the good friend he used to always joke around with. TJ knew what it was, what it took to keep a good friend and made everything a little less serious. This whole time even, having just his crap attack for a car sliding along slowly behind him comforted Drew in a small way. Now that it was gone, more like torn from him, he realized just how much that meant to him. Tears moved from his face like it was the normal current of a river. They where pure tears. Not the crying crap mixed with sobs but just straight tears falling from his dried out eyes.

Drew took a long second to look back. The explosive ruble of TJ's car and the cops laid behind like a monument of all the unsaid things.

"I wont forget you TJ. You, you freaking Irish pimp of a friend. You couldn't of just waited the fireworks a little longer for me to go with ya. Well I guess that's how you always worked. A little slow to diffusing and then a sudden flash explosion. God I love you man." Drew's last words hung over him like a dark thunder cloud. It hurt him tremendously but something about TJ's sacrifice made him feel better.

This isn't how TJ would of wanted to be remember. he would of wanted me to be screaming out all the fun parties and crazy video game nights with all the other friends. God I love you man. For some reason it ended the same. In honor of a good friend. Cococachoe my friend.


A sudden jerk of Giget brought Drew back to life as he speed past the H2. Good thing Chris was still around or Drew would of never kept going through that whole seen.

I would of been the wind along with him

Drew's eyes met with Chris's and he nodded to show equal respect for the boy. Drew flashed the thumbs up, noticed Emily all in the same motion and glared as though poop had just shot from out of his pants.

"that shooting wasn't her was it?" Drew called over to Chris via cell phone as they hit the off ramp to exit stat route 38. The car came to a sharp turn, left, and then hit 80 miles per hour on the thin road leading to London.

We are almost there baby... all my mind rests in these next trifling minutes.

I leaned against the wall under the home bleachers for what felt like forever; the tears continually pouring down my face. Tears for Aaron, my parents, who I might never see again, my older brother, the husband in the religious crowd, myself.

After a while, I got up and went to find Brad; it was getting dark, and I wanted to tell him that I'd take first watch, so he could spend some more time with Sami, time that he so desperately needed. I finally found him, oh how I hated interrupting their moment, but you gotta do what you gotta do. "Brad, it's getting late. We should all get some rest. I'll take first watch." Something about us being the only guys there made me feel like.....the leaders. The only thing I cared about was protecting everyone else. I could've cared less if I died. Brad hesitated for a moment, and then nodded in agreement. I walked down the bleachers and told Lori and Erin that they should also get some rest, then walked back up the bleachers on the home side, where I had left my weaponry. I stared down below, watching every one start to go to sleep.

I looked at Brad, already asleep. He must be exhausted. I thought to myself. I decided that I wasn't going to get any sleep that night. I knew I wouldn't have the heart to wake Brad up that night, so I didn't. I let them all sleep as soundly as possible.

In the morning, if I live to see it, I'll take Brad and go get some supplies.

((... yeah. anyone feel free to post. XD))