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[b]That might harm silver... They continue to get a little closer, about to cross the C4. You hear cars close by.[/b]
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[b]He completely forgot about silver and puts it away then pulls out his flame thrower golf club [/b]
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[b]They cower away, almost fleeing from the flames.[/b] [b]A jeep with a .50 cal mounted on the back arrives and the driver motions you to get in.[/b]
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[i]Sure get in a jeep with a stranger[/i] [b]He thinks then gets in[/b]
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[b]He drives quickly, hitting a couple corpses on his way out.[/b] "Who the hell drops here in a pod?"
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"Who the hell picks up a stranger in a zombie infested city from a pod"
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[b]He tosses you a blue vial and a syringe.[/b] "I do. Inject that before you turn."
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*looks at man with concern "Turn?! You mean we could become those things?!"
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"Yes. You might want to take a dose too."
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"What?"
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"Jam it into your veins!"
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"Jam it into your veins!"
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"Why?"
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[b]His voice becomes like Shia Leboeuf's[/b] "JUST DO IT!"
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"BUT I DONT WANT TOO"
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"You can only go a couple days without the stuff. Who knows how it affects people who were in hibernation!"
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"Well what's it supposed to do"
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"Cure you!"
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"From what!"
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"From becoming one of those... Things!"
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"Oh I don't need it"
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"I wouldn't be too sure."
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"Oh I'm sure"
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"Whatever. Your funeral if you're wrong."
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"Actually I've had a funeral for myself once"