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Dave's Zombie Proof Bunker and Refuge for Unattached Wimmens

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Ellafun said:
I see Dave tear down the hallway with Whip and disappear. I've been here long enough that I know where he's going, what's going on. I wrangle everyone into the fluffy pillow part of the dance floor under the guise of having a kissing contest.

What I really want to do is follow them and...watch. I want to see how he does it. And besides...I just like to watch.;)
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LOL.

Congrats on having the 6,000th post in this thread. You win a prize. You get to watch next time.

:devil:



Night all.
 
It hurts. I can't see, can't breathe, can't scream.


His voice is the only thing keeping me going.
 
Tired, my bones aching I spy the roof line of the bunker with relief. Picking up my step I hear shots ring out immediately ahead. Flipping open the latch of the cage I release the falcon within. Hoping that it's training is true I race towards the bunker, my rifle at the ready.

Carnage. What worries me more is the drawbridge slowly rising. Fuck! Something ominous must have occurred in my absence. Running at full tilt hoping that the shooter found all the marks, I sling the .303 across my back as I unclasp my hunting crossbow, a new edition to my weaponry. Loading the newly designed tip attached to a guide rope I offer a silent prayer that the youngin known only as Jack knew his stuff and wasn't talking out of his arse. Dropping down on my right knee. Flicking the switch, I unfold the stock to rest against my shoulder and look through the Jack designed sight. His words running through my mind...the grid fluro green, organic is orange, metal is blue. The drawbridge continues to raise as I spot what I need. Releasing the trigger, I'm on the move hoping in my haste I didn't fuck with the trajectory. I hear it. A solid "thwack". All I need is to cross the moat, the rope, burning in my hands as I run at the angle and swing. Thoughts of glee in my mind as I remember Jacks enthusiam about his modifications. Wait til I tell him. The smug lil shit. Never under estimate the agility of the mind of the young. The wind in my hair I contemplate doing the voice of Tarzan...well Jane maybe and break into a giggle. Closing fast is the outer wall of the bunker and a number of scraggy bushes. Knowing full well I have to break my fall there is the risk that I damage either my rifle or new found toy. I'm just clear of the moat but there's not much ground before the protective outer wall. I release the rope, drop the bow and lean into a roll. Hitting the ground hard, the momentum carries me as I roll three times, trampling brush slamming into the wall, back first. "crack"

Tears stream from my eyes... Well that fucking sucked! As I lay there to catch my breath and assess what sort of damage I did. Wiggling toes in my boots and my fingers I kinda figure that apart from some doozy bruises, my .303 took the brunt.

When I feel able to move I drag my sorry ass up outta the dirt to collect my bow. Surreal really, looking out at the quiet. No one would guess what had happened. I look up at the door. Too tired to face or ask questions I turn towards the stables, not quite walking straight like a drunken sailor. I chuckle at my inanity, what I wouldn't give for a long slug of bourbon right now. Ha.. it probably should be rum!

The stables are a peaceful place. Breathing in deep, taking in the aroma of hay, leather and ugh..uh huh yet far better than rotting flesh. Pushing away from that thought I run my eye across Dapple's loved ones to find the one I seek. A smile breaks my features as I see her little tail swishing and her ears at attention. Dark solemn eyes, her head moves in acknowledgement as she sees me. Placing my forehead to rest against the white star on hers I breathe..whispering softly "Marama." After a few moments of greeting I remove my rifle. Yep... I think I killed it. Seeing whether I can unload it, I render it safe and place it on the bench along with the bow. Stripping out of my coat, which I lay across haybales I settle down wondering what the fuck is going on. Falling asleep to the soft nickers of the horses, my hand resting lightly on the ZU strapped to my thigh.
 
Niam1985 said:
Always!Even at breakfast! They are delightful fish shaped pieces of chewy goodness!
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Mmmmm, breakfast. Swedish fish for breakfast.

Maybe we should have some other stuff too.


I climb up to the tower above the bunker and ring a bell there. "It's brunch time, y'all. Come and get it!"
 
do we have any coffee made in this joint?

I am in dire NEED of it this morning.
 
MaxSmith said:
do we have any coffee made in this joint?

I am in dire NEED of it this morning.
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Of course we have coffee. Come on, sit down and I'll pour you a cup.

I see you looking at the scratches and bites on me. I'm fine. This typically happens...

*seeing the alarm on her face, I decide to change tactics*

Look, before I carry it over to you, should I add cream or sugar or both?

I'm fine. Really. By late tonight, this will be healed up, tomorrow morning, latest.
 
Chaingun said:
Of course we have coffee. Come on, sit down and I'll pour you a cup.

I see you looking at the scratches and bites on me. I'm fine. This typically happens...

*seeing the alarm on her face, I decide to change tactics*

Look, before I carry it over to you, should I add cream or sugar or both?

I'm fine. Really. By late tonight, this will be healed up, tomorrow morning, latest.
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Cream, no sugar...

** skeptically eyeing the bites and scratches **

long night?
 
MaxSmith said:
Cream, no sugar...

** skeptically eyeing the bites and scratches **

long night?
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It was. But I think Whip will be all right. If she is, it was worth it.

She's a fighter.

We'll see later tonight if she's going to be ok.
 
Chaingun said:
It was. But I think Whip will be all right. If she is, it was worth it.

She's a fighter.

We'll see later tonight if she's going to be ok.
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** takes a sip of coffee watching Dave over the rim of the cup **

If you say she'll be okay, I'll believe you...

You look stressed.... need a shoulder rub. Seriously, just a shoulder rub.
 
MaxSmith said:
** takes a sip of coffee watching Dave over the rim of the cup **

If you say she'll be okay, I'll believe you...

You look stressed.... need a shoulder rub. Seriously, just a shoulder rub.
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Well, we won't know until she sleeps some. But later tonight, we ought to know something.

A back rub? Oh yes, please. Just watch the scratches near my neck. Those are a tad tender.
 
Chaingun said:
Well, we won't know until she sleeps some. But later tonight, we ought to know something.

A back rub? Oh yes, please. Just watch the scratches near my neck. Those are a tad tender.
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you got it...

I'll avoid the sides of your neck and concentrate on the tension between your shoulder blades...

You need to relax more...
 
MaxSmith said:
you got it...

I'll avoid the sides of your neck and concentrate on the tension between your shoulder blades...

You need to relax more...
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Perhaps...either that or do some stretching exercises before rescuing maidens, shooting zombies, or administering cures for zombie-ism.
 
Chaingun said:
Perhaps...either that or do some stretching exercises before rescuing maidens, shooting zombies, or administering cures for zombie-ism.
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Poor, Dave...

* rubbing harder on a particularly knotted muscle *

I do yoga most mornings... you're more than welcome to join me.
 
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