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Post by [x] Wales on Apr 30, 2012 22:34:01 GMT -5
Wales's lip trembled. Why did Hong Kong not CARE? It was like he didn't even LIKE poor little Wales! What if he didn't? What if Hong Kong hated him because he was a terrible person!? He didn't want to die a terrible person, that would be.... terrible! What if--
A large leaf above his head bent under the pressure of water and showered Wales with cold liquid, completely erasing his train of thought. Wales blew a wet lock of hair out of his face as a stream of water ran past his mouth, unintentionally spraying Hong Kong.
He sighed. "Let's find our way back." Wales didn't want to be stuck in the rain. It might ruin his HAIR.
He heard a stick crack behind him. Jerking his head to the left and unsheathing his knives, he asked "What was that?"
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Post by [x] Hong Kong on Apr 30, 2012 22:38:16 GMT -5
Hong Kong sighed, looking around Wales. Raising one eyebrow, he smirked. "It seems that there is a mini-Zombie trying to sneak up behind you," He whispered in a monotone voice, pretending to get ready for a fight.
I mean, it wasn't as if anyone would actually get tricked by a prank as stupid as that one.
Would they?
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Post by [x] Wales on Apr 30, 2012 22:41:50 GMT -5
Wales screeched, spinning on his heels and letting out a war cry: "Cymru am byth!" He flung himself, flailing downwards, arms crissing and crossing in a shiny blur of knives. Blood splattered across his face, hands, and clothing.
Only after he slipped on a damp leaf and landed on his unfortunate victim did he realize that zombies didn't have warm blood. Slightly mutated rabbits, on the other hand, did. He rolled onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows and wiping bunny blood out of his eyes, to glare at Hong Kong.
"That wasn't funny."
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Post by [x] Hong Kong on Apr 30, 2012 22:53:17 GMT -5
"Hn," Hong Kong tried really, really hard not to smile. Who would fall for something like that? Straightening his face and his shirt, the brunette turned swiftly on his heels and started walking briskly. But not too fast; he didn't want to have to come out here and find Wales in the dark.
His flashlight was almost out of batteries too.
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Post by [x] Wales on Apr 30, 2012 22:55:37 GMT -5
Wales stood and started chasing after the Asian Nation. Suddenly, he dug his heels into the damp ground and grinned. He ran back to grab the bloody, shredded rabbit carcass laying pitifully under a tree, and sprinted back to Hong Kong.
He tossed the corpse at Hong Kong's back, and giggled at the damp, satisfying "thwack" that followed.
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Post by [x] Hong Kong on Apr 30, 2012 23:01:39 GMT -5
Hong Kong felt a warm, sticky substance slid down his back and onto the forest floor. 'Oh he did not just- yes, yes he did. I can tell from the look on his face,' Hong Kong twitched. It was very tempting to pick up the rabbit and throw it back at the man, but he did not. Instead, he crouched down next to the rabbit, shifting his bag onto the ground so that he could reach into it easily. He poked the Rabbit experimentally with one finger.
"I wonder if this is still edible...."
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Post by [x] Wales on Apr 30, 2012 23:08:51 GMT -5
Wales pouted at the obvious lack of effect his revenge had had on Hong Kong. He began to plot for greater vengeance, but was interrupted by his growling stomach. How long had it been since he last ate?
Wales flung himself onto the ground, on his stomach, in front of Hong Kong and the bunny. He sniffed it. "I like rabbit..." His thoughts drifted to daydreams of cwningen â chorbys, and a thin, glistening trail of drool dripped from his mouth to Hong Kong's hand. Shaking his head, he smirked.
"If we can start a fire, we can roast it. There aren't TOO many knife marks..." Remembering where the knife marks came from, he glared at Hong Kong. A sudden gust of wind made him jump. He REALLY didn't want to run into undead. Were they attracted to the scent of roasting rabbit?
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Post by [x] Wales on Apr 30, 2012 23:15:21 GMT -5
Wales pouted at the obvious lack of effect his revenge had had on Hong Kong. He began to plot for greater vengeance, but was interrupted by his growling stomach. How long had it been since he last ate?
Wales flung himself onto the ground, on his stomach, in front of Hong Kong and the bunny. He sniffed it. "I like rabbit..." His thoughts drifted to daydreams of cwningen â chorbys, and a thin, glistening trail of drool dripped from his mouth to Hong Kong's hand. Shaking his head, he smirked.
"If we can start a fire, we can roast it. There aren't TOO many knife marks..." Remembering where the knife marks came from, he glared at Hong Kong. A sudden gust of wind made him jump. He REALLY didn't want to run into undead. Were they attracted to the scent of roasting rabbit?
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Post by [x] Hong Kong on Apr 30, 2012 23:15:57 GMT -5
"We can't eat it now Idiot. It could have some kind of disease," With that, Hong Kong picked up the rabbit and plopped it into the bag, wrapping the bag a few times around the rabbit. He reached back into his bag, pulling out a second bag. He carefully placed the first bag in the second.
He stood up, carrying the bag in one hand and started to walk in the direction he hoped was towards the Warehouse, leaving Wales in his wake.
If not then they were probably screwed. Big time.
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Post by [x] Wales on Apr 30, 2012 23:24:09 GMT -5
Wales skipped after Hong Kong, humming. "Hey, sin't the warehouse THAT way?" He asked, pointing to the left. He then ran into a tree and jumped back, flourishing a bloody knife in each hand. When he realized he was threatening flora, he straightened himself, cleared his throat, and put away his weapons.
He turned back to Hong Kong and repeated himself. "Hey! Hey! Listen! Hong Kong! Isn't home over THERE?"
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Post by [x] Hong Kong on Apr 30, 2012 23:36:05 GMT -5
The brunette snorted. No, home was not 'over there.' Home to him was 38,000 miles away and certainly not in the middle of a forest.
He stomped through the vegetation, not really caring where he was going or what he was stepping in. Or on. He only noticed that when he realized that it was nothing. The only thing that saved him was his quick reflexes, grabbing the side of the cliff, he manged not to plummet to his imminent pain. Yes pain, not death. It wasn't as if he could die from something like falling off of a cliff.
"Um, can I have a hand?" Oh how it wounded his pride to say that. But he couldn't exactly use his other arm to pull himself over the edge, as he was pretty sure it was sprained.
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Post by Zombies on May 7, 2012 15:46:49 GMT -5
Blood.
The small pack of zombies immediately turned their heads, smelling their favourite scent in the air. It wasn't quite as attractive as human blood, but it was blood. A dead or dying prey. The zombies' guts went into overdrive as they immediately switched paths and followed the scent of blood through the forest foliage.
The caravan of a dozen undead walked in a line, unaffected by the heavy wind, their rotten feet crunching leaves under their steps, a sound that quickly melted in with the sound of the rare tree leaves ruffling in the wind. The cold had seeped in, but that did not stop the zombies.
They only moaned once, loud and clear, as they stumbled through the trees, and smelled the scent of humans in the wind as well as blood. Close. Very close.
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Post by [x] Wales on May 7, 2012 21:50:45 GMT -5
Wales reached down to grasp Hong Kong's hand, but just as his fingers closed around the Asian Nation's wrist, a loud moan rang through the forest. His gut felt like it was flooding with ice water as a cold shiver ran down his spine.
He knelt on the cliff and leaned toward Hong Kong, quickly wrapping his hands around the other nation's arm and digging in his heels. "Did you hear that?" He whispered, face grim.
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Post by [x] Hong Kong on May 7, 2012 22:00:48 GMT -5
Hong Kong's body froze. He knew that sound, knows it well. His fingers gripped Wales forearm desperately, and he silently chanted to himself 'just don't look down.' He willed himself not to do anything stupid, like say, trying to pull himself up.
"Don't move, okay? Stay completely still." The dark-haired teen hoped that Wales wouldn't freak out, dropping him in the process.
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Post by [x] Wales on May 7, 2012 22:10:54 GMT -5
Wales stared wide-eyed at Hong Kong. "It's zombies isn't it?" He whipped his head around, and spotting the disturbing not-quite-human figures through the trees, he tried to reach for his weapons.
He couldn't get them. He had to choose between clinging to Wales while his back faced the rotting enemy and dropping an ally to turn and fight. He couldn't bring himself to drop his friend, so he braced himself against the soft soil and pulled.
Hong Kong's body started to slide upwards, and Wales sighed with brief relief, glad that he would have a friend beside him as he fought, outnumbered, against zombies with a cliff to his back.
Okay. Not very comforting. Wales pulled breathe came faster as he pulled more frantically, imagining dead, grey hands wrapping around him as sharp teeth gnoshed on his brains with each tug.
Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet gave way, and he and Hong Kong flew into the air, freefalling as Wales screamed "we're going to DIE!!!" Tears streamed from his eyes and he trembled, hair whipped into his face by the wind his fall created.
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