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Through the dark streets of L.A. everything was quiet. At the same time nothing was. Car alarms of people who tried desperately to get away that still rang though the night became this mysterious mans lullabies. His ears, covered by his gas mask, were still distorted to most of the screams. He hadn't seen a living person in months. Perhaps under ( Read more... ) -
Open to Anybody Left Alive
He was glad of two things.
Snyder kept having to look down at the face of the zombie he was keeping pressed against the concrete with his shoe as a reminder of what they were. The first thing was that this wasn't his reality. The second thing was he had taken his leather jacket. Being two hundred years old, the damn thing was probably bullet- ( Read more... ) -
Open to Buffy
Xander paced the floor of his motel room nervously, occasionally glancing out the window at the hoard of what could only be described as zombies lurked down below.
"What the hell?" he muttered, dialing the number of the only person he could think to call.
Buffy Summers.
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African Rabies...Yeah, Right
Who: Open to anyone at the Hyperion ( Read more... ) -
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By the time Chloe got the second message from Dean, she was starting to grow more worried. Something apocalyptic big was going down, he'd said. And the fact that she couldn't seem to get through to his phone again--between the static and the weird busy signals--didn't make her feel any better about the entire situation ( Read more... ) -
Message to Chloe
*phone ringing*
*crackling* Chloe. 'S Dean...I'm...New -ork. Something's happ--. It's...big. Be care-- *loud noise then silence* -
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We interrupt our regularly scheduled broadcast for this special report ( Read more... )