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Stellac115 at 11:29, 29 December 2012

Stellac115 — Sat, 29 Dec 2012 11:29:11 GMT

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	As if to answer your question, a horrific nonhuman scream comes from not directly below your floor but somewhere in the proximity.		As if to answer your question, a horrific nonhuman scream comes from not directly below your floor but somewhere in the proximity.

-	Then it clicks in your ~~brain~~.	+	Then it clicks in your head.

	"Fuck." you moan, and quickly get out of bed.		"Fuck." you moan, and quickly get out of bed.

Stellac115 at 10:28, 29 December 2012

Stellac115 — Sat, 29 Dec 2012 10:28:38 GMT

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	...you opening your eyes.		...you opening your eyes.

-	At first you're not what woke you up, but then you turn your head, and see Serena, your girlfriend of 16 months, is tapping you on the arm. Fully awake and alerted, she is clearly paying attention to something.	+	At first you're not sure what woke you up, but then you turn your head, and see Serena, your girlfriend of 16 months, is tapping you on the arm. Fully awake and alerted, she is clearly paying attention to something.

	"What is it, Babe?" you ask, still feeling somewhat sleepy.		"What is it, Babe?" you ask, still feeling somewhat sleepy.

Stellac115 at 10:27, 29 December 2012

Stellac115 — Sat, 29 Dec 2012 10:27:04 GMT

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	...you opening your eyes.		...you opening your eyes.

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	Then it clicks in your brain.		Then it clicks in your brain.

-	"~~Aw fuck~~." you moan, and quickly get out of bed.	+	"Fuck." you moan, and quickly get out of bed.

	Peeking through your bedroom window, you see that the street is virtually empty in this hour, except for a few souls roaming here and there. However, when you look more closely, it seems that the way they move looks awfully alike to the dancers in Michael Jackson's "Thriller."		Peeking through your bedroom window, you see that the street is virtually empty in this hour, except for a few souls roaming here and there. However, when you look more closely, it seems that the way they move looks awfully alike to the dancers in Michael Jackson's "Thriller."

Stellac115 at 10:25, 29 December 2012

Stellac115 — Sat, 29 Dec 2012 10:25:38 GMT

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-	~~You open~~ your eyes.	+
		+	...you opening your eyes.

	At first you're not what woke you up, but then you turn your head, and see Serena, your girlfriend of 16 months, is tapping you on the arm. Fully awake and alerted, she is clearly paying attention to something.		At first you're not what woke you up, but then you turn your head, and see Serena, your girlfriend of 16 months, is tapping you on the arm. Fully awake and alerted, she is clearly paying attention to something.

Stellac115 at 10:21, 29 December 2012

Stellac115 — Sat, 29 Dec 2012 10:21:00 GMT

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	You:		You:
	*[[Pick up the phone.]]		*[[Pick up the phone.]]
-	*[[Ignore it.]]	+	*[[Ignore your phone.\| Ignore it.]]


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You open your eyes.

At first you're not what woke you up, but then you turn your head, and see Serena, your girlfriend of 16 months, is tapping you on the arm. Fully awake and alerted, she is clearly paying attention to something.

"What is it, Babe?" you ask, still feeling somewhat sleepy.

"Shh," she says between her teeth, "just listen."

You can't help but frown. What the hell?

But that's when you hear it too. A loud bang, coming from below, as if someone just dropped something heavy. After that, some muffled sounds.

You glance out from the window and realize it must be quite early in the morning, since the sun is not fully risen yet.

Although Mr. and Mrs. Smith, your downstairs neighbors, fight a lot and have the tendency of throwing stuffs (there was this one time they even threw an armchair out the window), it is still too early to get domestic.

On second thoughts, maybe it's not a fight at all?

As if to answer your question, a horrific nonhuman scream comes from not directly below your floor but somewhere in the proximity.

Then it clicks in your brain.

"Aw fuck." you moan, and quickly get out of bed.

Peeking through your bedroom window, you see that the street is virtually empty in this hour, except for a few souls roaming here and there. However, when you look more closely, it seems that the way they move looks awfully alike to the dancers in Michael Jackson's "Thriller."

Serena appears right next to you. "Holy shit," she exclaims, wide-eyed, "are those zombies?"

Yes, they are.

"We better get moving," you say, grabbing the pair of jeans you left on the floor last night before going to bed, "before they start munching on our brains."

Just in time, you phone starts ringing on your night table.

You:
*[[Pick up the phone.]]
*[[Ignore it.]]

[[Category: Survivor: Zombie Apocalypse]]