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Post by Two-Tone on Nov 1, 2008 18:20:58 GMT -5
A dalmatian was seen running from the carnage toward the area Diva, Spooky, and Gabriel where coming from, the pup was wearing a collar out of the middle ages, a pattern of heart shaped spots on her body, it was Rebecca trying to get on the farm to find Lucky but what she found was a site of carnage, zombie dalmatians devouring livestock and other dogs but what spooked her most was seeing Lucky devouring one of his fellow siblings, she was terrified beyond words as she ran, she turned to see a decaying form chasing after her.
"Come here Rebecca, you wanted to see me right?" It was Lucky's voice, he had trailed after Rebecca grinning as best he could with his decaying muzzle.
"No! Stay away!!!" Rebecca screamed
"Aw, I thought you loved me? Or was it the curse? Oh well don't worry you can break it for good once I give you a new outlook on life......... Or should I say death." Smiled Lucky with a gruesome smile across his decaying features as he pounced Rebecca.
"No!!! Please no!!!" Rebecca cried out in terror as Lucky bit down on her throat drawing blood, licking his lips he tore into her throat cutting her jugular vein as he started to devour her flesh, Rebecca thrashed losing blood at a rapid pace trying to scream but the pressure from Lucky's jaws combined with her rapid bloodloss would spell her doom.
"See? It wasn't that bad was it?" Lucky looked up, blood dripping from his muzzle as he now bit into Rebecca's stomach preparing to devour her insides.
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Post by gabriellavedier on Nov 3, 2008 18:55:30 GMT -5
"Boss!" Diva was the first one to spot Rebecca, running like the devil was chasing her. And it wasn't that far from the truth. "Who is that? And why is she... AHHH!"
All three pups were shocked by the appearance of Lucky, though Spooky couldn't help but note, "Mm, he looks tres bien like zis. Zee stingy flesh, zee exposed bones, zee blood et gore. Not zat I would date him like zis. He's a conversation piece. Not a boyfriend."
"I'll remember that if I ever need to find you someone. This is worse than I feared. It's crazy. Diva, you ok?"
The pudgy puppy was huddling, cringing and not looking at the gruesome feast. "B-boss... I don't like this."
"Didn't expect you to, Diva. Looks like he hasn't seen us. I'd suggest recon but if it's the walking dead or just diseased, we can't risk it. Spooks, aren't you glad you didn't lick up that blood?"
"Mmm, possibly. It might be fun to be un zombie. I'd be dead, and still going..."
"If you quote hat Italian thing from "How to write a Blackwood Article" I will reduce your hours."
"Oooh, boss, so well read..."
"Don't even. I'm engaged to a Cornish dockside cat who's handy with a pipe wrench. "
"Can we PLEASE get out of here?" Diva whined pitifully, more suited to adoration and leisure rather than action heroics.
"Just a minute, Diva. We know Lucky bought it, but not who else did. Let's make a tactical move back to the club, we might encounter more. Need I remind you I have one grenade, and that's home made. And all flash. We can't make a stand in the open."
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Post by Two-Tone on Nov 3, 2008 20:08:23 GMT -5
Lucky looked up from eating Rebecca's intestines to see Gabriel, Spooky, and Diva. "Just in time." He licked what remained of his lips. "Maybe you three can answer a question, should I eat you three by myself? or should I call the others?" Lucky grinned at them.
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Post by gabriellavedier on Nov 4, 2008 22:19:35 GMT -5
"Here's a third option. Don't eat us at all." Gabriel stepped back slowly, keeping himself protectively between Lucky and his employees. "I told you too much Thunderbolt would rot your brain, Lucky. Looks like it worked for everything else, too. What happened? Was it a contagen? Parasites? Chemical spill? I can help you if you just give me a chance. I don't want to hurt anyone."
"Boss, let's move! We need to get somewhere safer!" Diva looked around in a panic, tugging her boss' tail.
"Normally I would wait here and watch him drip with zee gore et ooze et ichor. Mais... Non. Zis ees too much. No fun at all."
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Post by Two-Tone on Nov 4, 2008 23:33:29 GMT -5
"If you must know.." Lucky approached Gabriel, his decaying features more noticable. "Two-tone got me infected, dunno how she got infected though but she got me, I got Cadpig and some others, she got Rolly and some other pups." He explained before turning around to see Cadpig, Rolly, and Two-Tone approaching with Patch, Penny, and Wizzer behind them.
"They look tasty." Rolly licked his bloodstained lips
"So Lucky, I see you ate Rebecca without us." Two-Tone turned back toward Rebecca's corpse.
"I would have shared some had I not seen them." Lucky turned toward Diva, Gabriel, and Spooky.
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Post by gabriellavedier on Nov 5, 2008 2:33:31 GMT -5
The striker clicked, once, twice, flint and steel rasping against one another as they had for centuries on centuries, shooting sparks from the grind of one on the other. On the third click, it proved sufficient, a sharp hiss announcing that the bit of oxide-laced rag serving as a fuse had been lit. Hurling the can into the group of zombies, Gabriel motioned to Spooky and Diva. "Move it! Back to the club!"
A note on the functioning of the device in question: The device is a home-made grenade type, incendiary and fragmentary by pure coincidence. The fuse is a slightly-oiled rag rubbed down with magensium, to promote burning. The core of the device itself is packed magnesium, which burns at a high temperature and produces a brilliant white flash when ignited. Within this is a small quantity of black powder, which is readily made of saltpeter, sulfur and charcoal. The heat from the magensium sets it off, creating the explosion. This allows for a genuine flash and bang. Otherwise the magnesium would flare and possibly rupture the can but not produce a startling noise or a great burst of white light. The downside, in normal non-lethal usage, is the scattering of flaming magnesium and the flying sharts of aluminum.
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Post by Tic-Tac on Nov 5, 2008 2:49:52 GMT -5
Tac skulks quietly nearby the club...food...glorious food...and everybody just smelled so good...He doesn't even bat an eye lash when Gabe and company come running up towards the entrance, but he does turn towards the group, drooling with a hungry glare and an open maw. He was going to be fed one way or another...
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Post by Two-Tone on Nov 5, 2008 2:49:52 GMT -5
'Hm?" Lucky eyed the can shaped device unaware of it's true nature, it exploded blinding the zombies. "Ah! Can't see!" Lucky yelped as he and the other zombie dalmatians blindly stumbled around
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Post by gabriellavedier on Nov 5, 2008 21:32:47 GMT -5
"Inside! Inside! Bolt the connecting doors to the front section, close the rear entrance, there's food and water in the Lounge, we can hold out for a while." Gabriel pulled the job of rearguard, watching the flash go off in the short distance. "They're not going to pursue for a bit. We just might have time to get secure."
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Post by Two-Tone on Nov 6, 2008 21:25:55 GMT -5
Lucky blinked his eyes being able to see "Thats better............. rats! They got away!" He pouted.
"What can we do now? We;ve eaten half the farm by now cept a few pups." Cadpig asked.
"We try hunting for any pups we missed." Lucky turned his attention back to the farm
"But what about Spooky and the others that got away?" Two-Tone asked
"They can't stay hidden forever" Lucky smirked a decaying smirk as the zombie pups returned to the farm. "Sooner or later they will emerge and once they do we feast." He turned to the pups behind him
"Hey, what about that other fat girl with the music notes on her fur?" Wizzer asked refering to Aria
"I'd love to sink my teeth into her flab, she would be tasty." Lucky licked his decaying lips at the thought of going after Aria
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Post by gabriellavedier on Nov 7, 2008 11:39:00 GMT -5
Heavy wooden doors slammed shut on two sides of the building, al intervening spaces were shut, latched and blocked. Leaving Spooky, Diva and Gabriel piled into the Lounge, with tables and chairs pushed against both doors.
"What can we do, Boss? Zey are out zere. Waiting."
"Ertha will be at least another week out, thankfully. That's my only concern. We have food and water here to survive at least that long if not more. Hopefully, the zombies will move on once the farm is out of living bodies."
"Hopefully? Not gonna happen. They want us. Now. We're just delaying the inevitable." Diva heaved a sigh and fell upon her plump belly.
"Boss! She is stealing my thing! Tell Diva to stop being zee cheerless pup!"
"Both of you... We have to get to work. I keep tinkering supplies in here. I also have a locker of chemicals. We can make up some kind of armament. Nothing big, nothing fancy, nothing really sophisticated. But it will work. Let's go to it."
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Post by Two-Tone on Nov 9, 2008 4:18:38 GMT -5
The pups entered the barn where the stench of rotting flesh was in the air. Lucky turned the tv on as Thunderbolt was on screen. "Hmmmm...." Lucky was formulating a plan.
"Your not going to eat Thunderbolt are you?" Patch asked
"Well....... he does look tasty, Lil Lightning too." Lucky licked his lips
"Hey Lucky we could go eat Cruella." Two-tone suggested
"Nah, she would probably taste sour." Lucky wagged his tail getting a plan of his own. "Lets get Vendella and Scorch instead." He grinned
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