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[whettheblood]

[early morning, the birds are singing, the zombies moaning, and somewhere in the woods blades of blood arc through the air, slicing up a few hundred year old trees and the gorilla and zombies that were trying to run away from them. hopefully no one else was around -- the likely hood of that though, is slim]

Damn. Why's everythin' here too weak to fight back?

((Edit: It's 9am. I'll be back after some sleep to pick up new and old threads. Otherwise, I'm gonna pass out on the keyboard.))