I like it again
No wonder
Z for Zega
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Chapter 3 - The sport of kings.. or just humans.Day 2 - MorningJason woke, clutching the pistol he had been sleeping with. He had a dream, a relatively great one, about the zombies. They were stupider then normal, crawling as if they had forgot how to walk. Jason had basically massacred the whole town. There were bodies of them everywhere. Some still trying to get up. Jason had grabbed them by the throat, immobilizing them from biting him. He grabbed the shotgun he had slung over his back, put the muzzle in its mouth. And shot...
"Dude man... Howzit?" Zega asked...
"I'm fine" Jason looked around..
"So... how is Strop run?"
"Using an endless supply of superheated energy.."
"What do you superheat?"
"Zombie... =]"
"Wha..?"
"Strop doesn't roll around for nothing... It picks up the leftovers of Zombies or dead humans"
"Sounds... nice"
"Yeah... So killing the zombies helps us in a way"
*ssssss* Jason looked around. The sound was comeing from the rear end of the tank, around the western cabin. He popped his head in a robot arm, spraypainting a pistol.
"Cool"
"Yea, strop does that for me... Its like tagging my own personal gun"
"Can i try with my p90?"
"Sure"
Jason fit the p90 under the arm and Strop got to work. It painted his p90 matte black, except for a streak of gold running from the muzzle all the way back in a lightning bolt. It looked awesome.
"Wow"
"Yup"
Jason looked around, and went to pop his head out of the manhole. All the Zombies were out of sight.
"Where are they?"
"Zombies are scared of one thing"
"what?"
"Daylight... They hide in houses, dark corners.. Anything, immobilized untill the sun goes down.."
"Wrong... they are scared of two things... Daylight.. And Me"
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Day 2 - Lunch"Allright, lets get rolling" Zega said...
Strop hummed up and the tank lumbered forwards.
"Mode Set - Harvest" Zega said as a metallic arm was raised from the front of the tank.
Jason was tapped on the shoulder and Zega handed him a RPG
"Feel free to blast some houses. Name your target and Strop will do a thermal analysis for survivors." No survivors... Fry those creatures... The sunlight burns straight through them..."
"Okay"
Jason popped his head through the manhole and propped the RPG on his shoulder.
"63 Stubbs terrace"
"Greenlight"
Jason aimed at the front door and fired. The giant bullet ripped through the door and exploded. The whole bottom of the house shockwaved, then collapsed to a pile of rubble. The second floor fell down and a pile of zombies were exposed to the sunlight. For once, Jason heard a zombie screech. The zombie glowed yellow, then disintegrated.
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Chapter 4 - Z & C, The Master Artists