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fandomtownies2009-04-02 10:56 am
tyler_gone) wrote in fandomtownies2009-04-02 10:56 am
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The Preserve, Thursday Midday
It was a bright, peaceful spring day in the preserve. Birds were singing, trees were budding, sleepy flowers were popping their heads above the ground.
And a zombie on a mission shambled through the woods, soliloquizing in an incoherent but constant stream of grunts, groans, and cries for "braaaaains. DEER brains."
One of these things did not belong.
The deer, luckily, were both smarter and faster than zombie Tyler. They scampered through the underbrush unseen.
[OOC: Open preserve! Let me know if you need bitten.]
And a zombie on a mission shambled through the woods, soliloquizing in an incoherent but constant stream of grunts, groans, and cries for "braaaaains. DEER brains."
One of these things did not belong.
The deer, luckily, were both smarter and faster than zombie Tyler. They scampered through the underbrush unseen.
[OOC: Open preserve! Let me know if you need bitten.]
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