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Turning up the music, while putting on fingerless gloves to ready himself
as the zombie horde attacked. Dancing along the pace to the music as his
countless men die, as he finished up something caught those dead and tired
eyes of his. He forgot his favorite magnum and brass knuckles. Goose ran
outside to have some fun with such a delightful mess of action.
Goose ran through the halls of his complex which was one of the newest
ones they have captured as none lasted for very long and the ones that
have bored Goose to the extreme. As he made his way out he jump kicked one
of his zombified teammates in the gut with such excitment. Joy lit up his
face which was rare for such a calm and often really emotionally stone
person such as himself. As a man of simple taste the Goose often enjoyed
watching his “useless” teammates die, shooting his undead teammates after
they arised, torturing unworthy people, and of course caring for his
little sister which he lost his pinky saving.
“Looks like I am the only one left that is outside the panic room! Oh the
fun!” he said whilst skipping to the horde. Finding his way around the
Undead_School was such a hassle as nothing was alphabetical and memory was
the only option. Hearing the screams as he makes it just in time to see
Sgt Alves get pulled into a room from a hole in the rubble. In a upbeat
voice he sarcastically says “Don’t worry Alves! You’re gonna make it!”
Finally after some misadentures and getting lost only to find that most of
his team has been massacred on the ground taking great pleasure he starts
punching his way though zombies with a smile on his face. Screams for help
left and right only annoyed his ears to which he wanted to play and have
the only fun he has had in weeks. After all was said and done his armor
stained in zombie blood and his “mask” was “spray painted” with zombie peices
only made him much more of a terrifying sight.
His fellow party thumpers arrived to the front to congraduate him on
clearing out the entrance. Quin shouted at him “You better put on some
Noisia next time! Your shit is too all over the place to get any zombie
kill jams on”
Goose replied with “Well, shit all their stuff is 3 minutes long what do
you expect me to do? ‘Hey! Hold on Zombie wait right there while I change
CDs'” Making a shrugging jesture.
Sighing heavily quin shot back “Well, gee.. Thanks brolo! Means a lot”
Looking off into the distance of death Goose counted all the people that
were on the ground taking account of name tags and death toll.
“I suppose Charlie is still alive and so is Hijax?” Questioning himself
Quin looked around and spotted them wasting ammo shooting into the sky.
Quin noded at Goose and called them over.
Charlie and Hijax were fellow pleasure seekers such as Goose, they like
nothing more than to just have fun and do things their way. As such they
developed a pack like mentality, they see people that are few (Very few)
and indoctrinate such a person into their ways. This causes many to go
crazy or just kill themselves. Mindfuckery is their best friend and the group never
leaves home without it. All 4 of them mostly spent their off times pissing
eachother off and pranking themselves, all of it was good fun in the end.
Gooses eyes fixed on someone with such a misfortune of their leg being
ripped off. Charlie boomed with his voice “DO YOU LIKE SPLINTER CELL???”
The poor soul replied with “I…I…I never was…able to play….them..”
This enraged Charlie shooting the guy all over without a second thought
“FUCK YOU! YOU DON’T EVEN LIKE SPLINTER CELL!!”
Brandon chuckled with his monotone eternally sarcastic “May as well just
killed yourself buddy!”
Charlie instantly regaining his cool jokingly laughed “420 cloud it YOLO!”
Quin with such distaste pointed out that charlie shouldn’t have done that, the guy could have helped to which the group laughed at such a statement. After the good laugh they all set off to find the remainer of the outside forces.
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