the dead isn't the only thing that's rising in here [1/?]
anonymous
March 1 2010, 20:37:47 UTC
Warning: Some Dead Rising spoilers. Contents are extremely retarded. Please write another fill to counteract author's stupidity.“Hey, you mentioned something about research for a story, right?” the helicopter pilot called out, shouting to be heard over buffeting winds and whirling blades, his grin insatiable as he flew over a patch of small-town America
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the dead isn't the only thing that's rising in here [2/?]
anonymous
March 1 2010, 20:40:46 UTC
Pausing, Matthew lowered his camera to stare at the blond man just shy of thirty. The man was completely absorbed in his writing, his glasses sliding precariously down his nose. His lean muscles were gigantic compared to Matthew’s scrawny frame. His outfit was a casual jeans-and-t-shirt combo, yet surprisingly free of any mustard or ketchup stains. He still wore that ridiculous bomber jacket, but he seemed to have finally filled it out.
The photojournalist stepped forward, unsure whether to be happy or horrified to find someone familiar here.
“Al …” Matthew shut his mouth. Did his voice just crack? Impossible. That was monumentally stupid, even for him. He tried again, attempting to project more confidence this time. “Alfred F. Jones, is that you?”
The man looked up. The wide grin that spread across his face oozed positive energy, enough that Matthew could feel himself relax, feel like everything was going to be alright.
“Mattie!” he shouted.
His hug was still the same.
[¬º-°]¬Alfred was here for research, apparently. He was
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the dead isn't the only thing that's rising in here [3/4]
anonymous
March 1 2010, 20:42:05 UTC
Matthew leaned against the wall and slid down to sit on the ground, Alfred flopping down beside him. The only other survivor of the mall entrance fiasco was a woman named Bella and she told them the Cuban’s name was Brad (which was apparently all she was authorized to tell them). She was also oddly interested in the photos Matthew had taken, particularly the ones of the man with the cane. Matthew filed those facts and everything else that had happened today to think about later, too exhausted both physically and mentally to mull over them right now
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the dead isn't the only thing that's rising in here [4/4]
anonymous
March 1 2010, 20:43:47 UTC
Matthew, on the other hand, had floundered a bit. His goal in life was to be an observer, to record important events and issues in history. He was the farthest thing from an action star or a dashing superhero and had been jealous (was still jealous) of the way Alfred could always easily fill the role
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The photojournalist stepped forward, unsure whether to be happy or horrified to find someone familiar here.
“Al …” Matthew shut his mouth. Did his voice just crack? Impossible. That was monumentally stupid, even for him. He tried again, attempting to project more confidence this time. “Alfred F. Jones, is that you?”
The man looked up. The wide grin that spread across his face oozed positive energy, enough that Matthew could feel himself relax, feel like everything was going to be alright.
“Mattie!” he shouted.
His hug was still the same.
[¬º-°]¬Alfred was here for research, apparently. He was ( ... )
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And the ending, it's funny and realistic (When I watch zombie movies I always thought "come on, you're having sex when zombies are outside!")
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never finished the game either
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