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(Hello again! It has been quite time since my last story and i have joined the army due to hard times, and finally got internet after almost 2 years, let me try and get the creative juices flowing again with Private, Pop Red Smoke)

 It was with a heavy sigh that Private Stonewood thought about all he could be doing, and none of it evolved being on staff duty.

 I could drinking, at the strip club on billy goat hill, hell i could even be in my room…

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Death is such sweet sorrow. (trying to stay to my original story notes, if your lost, dont worry)



Some smartass had spray painted that along an over pass, bodies laying in heaps under it.



"What....what happened?" Asked a man behind Thomas, his eyes shifting from the words to the bodies.



"Hell if i know, madness is the only fact of this age." Thomas answered back, gripping the shaft of Nordic that hung on his belt.



His little band-o-survivors had grown, not to… Continue

This weekend ill start up again

One would believe that in a time of need, people would band together and help one another through a time of hardship. Katrina. Twin Towers. All the Denny's closing down. But add in the little variable called Zombies...





And everyone goes fucking ballistic.







We watched, me and my little rescuees, as the town folk down below began screaming and running out of the town, half of the houses alight with fire as the mob of zombies advanced.



"Y'know...… Continue