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Post by Zombies on Oct 1, 2012 0:23:42 GMT -5
[[You called?]]
The snow and cold did nothing to stop the zombies' advance. Their limbs, long dead by then, had stopped feeling the biting cold of a harsh winter, and since they were ever-moving, the zombies had no chance of getting snowed in. Trudging and pulling their rotted limbs along, preserved thanks to the cold, the dozen zombies moaned loudly, searching for prey even amongst the Canadian desert of snow. They dodged the trees that were in their way as they wandered, hoping to catch a scent of blood, sweat, anything that indicated the presence of delicious living beings nearby to rip apart.
Though the snow carried by the wind impeded their vision greatly, their noses were still just as sensible, alert and ready to catch a wandering particle of human scent. The wind aided their cause greatly, mixing the currents and carrying the scent of pine needles and fresh snow to their nostrils with every blast.
And then one of them caught a whiff of sweat, a distinctive human odour that had been created by a very much living body trying to keep itself warm, and all hell broke lose. With all of them struggling to catch the same scent, they bunched up together and the small pack of undead beings stumbled towards the prey they sensed not far, their unseeing eyes glinting through the shadows of the trees.
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Post by England on Oct 1, 2012 12:40:04 GMT -5
((I did :'D))
"We're better off waiting it out, yes." England nodded, looking around to spot some kind of closed off space. "We have to find shelter of some sort to duck into, or else we'll be snowed in and die." he swung his gun back into resting place against his back, and grabbed Canada's wrist through the heavy parka. "There are a few low-branch trees around here, so I'm sure we can find one with branches drooping low against the ground. That will give us a lot more protection than just standing out in the open." he suggested, pulling Canada along urgently and heading back into the trees.
The wind and snow was just as violent in the trees than it was in the clearing, whipping England's hair in his face as he pulled his scarf up, shivering. As they headed deeper into the woods, the trees obstructed the filtering light, and so contrast lessened enough for visibility to become a bit better than it was in the clearing. Breathing through his mouth to avoid burning his nostrils, he scanned the surroundings to find an appropriate hiding spot, when his eyes fell upon something he absolutely did not feel like seeing right now.
"Canada." he hissed through his teeth, ducking behind a tree. "Do you see that?" he nudged his head at a dark mass advancing through the snow. The origins of the mass were unknown as visibility didn't permit identification, but England had his doubts. "Are those... zombies?"
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Post by mlpnkobnhjui on Oct 17, 2012 21:06:06 GMT -5
"Okay." agreed Canada, the trees should keep some of the snow off of them, and being in the open when zombies could appear at any moment was never a good idea. He was promptly pulled deeper into the trees, avoiding the thicker vegetation in this part of the forest. After a few moments of being halfway dragged through the snow, England suddenly stopped and hid behind the closest tree. He scooted a bit closer to England before looking out into the distance where England had supposedly seen something.
After staring at the 'zombies', Canada whispered "I don't see anything England, are you sure there is something over there?" He took a cautious step forward to get a better look. Big mistake. Without even realizing it, he had stepped on a twig lying on the ground, making a rather loud cracking sound. He jumped back at the noise, scaring himself a little.
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