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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 7:07 am
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After more than half an hour ride back, the 1st group finally returns with its cargo. They rode down and up hill like a mafia crew escorting the capo. The supply truck still has a few limbs stuck on the snow plow attachment infront plus thick blood splatters on the window. The bikers' helmets were also covered in gore.
Koji removed his helmet, revealing his clean, pale white skin underneath. His face showed no pity or disgust towards those he had just ran over and mutilated on their way back. Hearing an infected dog bark and run towards him, he quickly drew his blade and slashed the animal's jaw to its torso, decapitating it in half. The rest of the group cleared the area of the remaining undead. "Alright, Hana, Susakai, park the truck beside the bus. We still have work to do. Kirin, please transfer the supplies to the bus."
Koji and the rest entered the house, seeing as the 2n group has been busy while they were away. "Did everything go well here?"
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