Post by Old Man McGillicuddy on Aug 23, 2010 19:48:35 GMT
An old man wanders into the building, and looks around. Spotting someone sitting at the desk, he shambles over.
"Hello? Yeah, so I was hiding out in the Kenefie Lane Police Department over in Chudleyton, tryin' to get healed up after some Zeds bushwhacked us over at the mall. You know the mall in Chudleyton is overrun with those damn flesheaters, dontcha? Anyways, a couple of us was holed up in the old KLPD building when these here two looneytics showed up and started shooting the place up! I hid under a desk, so I don't think they saw me, but I overheard 'em talkin. One of 'em was named Jacen Brazeau - claiming to be president of some gang called the Exclave....a rag-tag group of terrorists, no doubt about it. The other guy was named Savaer.
Anyway, these two get goofy as gadflies and start shootin' the place up, and then they walk over to this guy Toshi....now, I don't know nuthin about this here Toshi feller, but he was jest sitten there, doin his own thing.....and these fools walk up and start talkin all kinds of mess about Toshi. Somethin about slanderin a Exclave official...anyway, they draw down and pop a cap in him. Shot him dead in the face, sittin right there minding his own business! Can you imagine that? Then they tossed his carcass into the street.
Now that's not the worst of it. Once they were done with poor Toshi, these two smash up the generator and the radio transmitter. That Savaer fella said something about making sure everyone else was gonna die. I'm sure not havin a generator an' radio might have somethin to do with that. I mean, who do these two think they are, denyin the rest of us a generator an' radio?
Now, I dunno if I'm in the right place to be tellin you this, but it don't seem right that folks can jest be runnin around killin each other. I mean, we got the unholy livin dead out there to worry about; there's gotta be some laws or rules for those of us what still be alive. I heard you folks are kinda like the po-lice now....I mean, back in the old days, before the unholy liven dead rose from their graves, society wouldn'ta tolerated none of this foolishness. Them guys woulda got the rope....
Anyway, I hope I came to the right place. I've already got eyes in the back of my head lookin' fer shamblers; I don't need to be worryin about the livin killin me....."
Old Man McGuillicuddy wanders cautiously back outside, and into the streets.
"Hello? Yeah, so I was hiding out in the Kenefie Lane Police Department over in Chudleyton, tryin' to get healed up after some Zeds bushwhacked us over at the mall. You know the mall in Chudleyton is overrun with those damn flesheaters, dontcha? Anyways, a couple of us was holed up in the old KLPD building when these here two looneytics showed up and started shooting the place up! I hid under a desk, so I don't think they saw me, but I overheard 'em talkin. One of 'em was named Jacen Brazeau - claiming to be president of some gang called the Exclave....a rag-tag group of terrorists, no doubt about it. The other guy was named Savaer.
Anyway, these two get goofy as gadflies and start shootin' the place up, and then they walk over to this guy Toshi....now, I don't know nuthin about this here Toshi feller, but he was jest sitten there, doin his own thing.....and these fools walk up and start talkin all kinds of mess about Toshi. Somethin about slanderin a Exclave official...anyway, they draw down and pop a cap in him. Shot him dead in the face, sittin right there minding his own business! Can you imagine that? Then they tossed his carcass into the street.
Now that's not the worst of it. Once they were done with poor Toshi, these two smash up the generator and the radio transmitter. That Savaer fella said something about making sure everyone else was gonna die. I'm sure not havin a generator an' radio might have somethin to do with that. I mean, who do these two think they are, denyin the rest of us a generator an' radio?
Now, I dunno if I'm in the right place to be tellin you this, but it don't seem right that folks can jest be runnin around killin each other. I mean, we got the unholy livin dead out there to worry about; there's gotta be some laws or rules for those of us what still be alive. I heard you folks are kinda like the po-lice now....I mean, back in the old days, before the unholy liven dead rose from their graves, society wouldn'ta tolerated none of this foolishness. Them guys woulda got the rope....
Anyway, I hope I came to the right place. I've already got eyes in the back of my head lookin' fer shamblers; I don't need to be worryin about the livin killin me....."
Old Man McGuillicuddy wanders cautiously back outside, and into the streets.