Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-24693472-20140502134951/@comment-24693472-20140513104942

Ein eyed the Library's doors as the books fell from the shelves. He held in his breath as he listened for a sound. After a minute of not hearing the banging of arms on the doors or shuffling feet, he sighed in relief. He then turned to the girl who spoke to him. He wasn't used to talking to girls yet, much less to his partner or his sister.

"My sister's house lies a bit away from the city. It's stocked up with supplies and ammo. If we can get there, which is a difficult task, maybe she can help us, if she's still alive..." Ein said, his tone dark. "Besides, with the zombie's "impaired" sight and their lumbering crawl, they won't catch us if we keep up a brisk pace and watch where we step." He was looking at the windows of the Library. The sun was just starting to rise, the light getting brighter each minute. He checked his gauntlet for remaining shells. He counted sixty-five of them, mix of red, yellow and blue dust shells.

 'Hmmm... I wonder if there are other survivors out there...'  He thought to himself, before he was interrupted by a moan from outside. A few scratching and banging sounds can be heard from the barricaded doors.

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A lone zombie, a former male beacon student wearing tatters of his uniform, was shuffling through a mess of a corridor when it heard a small mouse scurrying towards the Library doors. The zombie stumbled over to doors, trying to get the mouse. The furry rodent slip under the doors, escaping the zombie's grasp. Although unaware of it's failed attempt, the zombie started scratching and banging it's fists at the door.

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"Uh-oh.. This could be bad.." Ein muttered to himself, loading his katana with five shells. He didn't know if there were more of them. Better be ready now than never.. He thought grimly.

"If that thing makes any more noise, it could attract more of them.." He warned to the others.