Ok here is a quick scene....
As the day had dragged on the scene on the street had been as confusing as you had ever seen it. People were one minute screaming that they were on fire and the next calmly lying down in the fast growing purple fungus. With so many more crazies out and about it was impossible to tell who didn’t belong. Was it the guy who stood on the corner calling for the sun to disappear? Then there was the fellow who kept cooing to the fungus? Or how about the one who was walking up and down the street calling out for infected. What kind of weird freak does that! Everyone knows the gray caps are to be avoided before the festival.
Some of the dark fellows across from you make eye contact and give you the nod. A kid scuttles over to the corner and gives a sharp whistle. You feel secure in the familiar neighborhood faces that you see around you. As a group you march up to the guy calling out for the infected.
“Excuse me sir”
The bloke won’t even turn around.
“Listen YOU!”
So swiftly you can barely follow he turns…..A girl screams in the distance….
“That’s it boys, he’s an infected”
"Your right Someone who smells like that has to be an infected"
Out of a scabbed mouth that smell of a decomposing animal comes a raspy voice
“What no you don't under….”
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It was to little to late
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You slowly back away as several gray caps come to collect the batter body that had been Tellan
Tellan is dead he was the Living Saint of the Order of Ejaculation (Mentalist)
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 23 June 2009 - 03:35 PM
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.