virus's dead slate temp

Slayer: ...

* the thing dies *

Slayer: ...yes...

???: come on lets go

Slayer: ight

* they let him into the van and the drive off *

Slayer: ...

* the other people scream cause of the gas, one of them dies *

Slayer: *upgrades his gas mask to max and puts it on*

* gun shots can be heard *

Slayer: great

* one screams * ITS DOWN, WE NEED ALL HANDS ON DECK WHILE WE CAN

Slayer: what's going on?

???: THEY HAVE THE PROWLER DOWN! its our chance to damage it

Slayer: perfect...

* everybody shoots at it *

Slayer: *turns on the chainsaw and swings*

* it barely hurts him *

Slayer: what's going on...?

* more people come, they have first aid kits and they don't see you

Slayer: hey!

* one with a medkit sees you * ???: hey! im coming!

Slayer: ...

* the person bandages slayer up *

Slayer: what's going on?

???: i believe you encountered the prowler. . .

Slayer: oh...ok

*red toxic gas surrounds slayer *

Slayer: *equips a very strong gas mask*

* a howl is heard and slayer's vision is wonky *

Slayer: ...ugh...

* he starts punching you so hard that everywhere he punches you you bleed

Slayer: *pulls out a chainsaw lava sword*

* it spits toxic gas again and screams again *

Slayer: what the...

* it punches you in the face *

Slayer: *swings*

Jacob: what

Fawn: should we..check it out?
Emily: I'm not going to unless you come with me.
Fawn: alright

* red toxic gas forms on fawn *

Fawn: *coughing* the heck is this..? *starts moving away*
Emily: *backs away as well*

* a scream is heard, and i messes with dawns vision, everything is shaky for him for 30 secs *

Fawn: ow.. *grabs his ears*
Emily: headache?
Fawn: close..

* something punches fawn so hard everytime it punches fawn bleeds *

Fawn: ..!!
Emily: *backs away* the hell?!

* this thing keeps punches fawn 3 - 5 times then retreats *

Fawn: ow..
Emily: hold on, I'll get-
Fawn: no..Will's on vacation already, she can't come just for me..
Emily: oh..kay

* the thing grabs fawn and takes him away *

Fawn: AAAEEE!!
Emily: w-where'd you go?!

???; we fight zombies day and night, grab what you want, the freezer is next to the fridge and the not fridge and non freezer stuff is in that self next to the freezer

???: * fixes up the wound * are you guys hungry?

Emily: not much
Fawn: v e r y

???: will some crackers with peanut butter satisfy you emily?

Emily: sure

???: fawn, will a burger make you not hungry

Fawn: that'll be fine

???: come on, lets get to the truc

Both: okay *follow them*

* ?? leads them to a blue truck, its full of guns and supplies, she leads them to the fridge *

Emily: oh wow-
Fawn: sure have a lot of weaponry

* the thing keeps on beating fawn till he's knocked out for a while

Emily: buddy! BUDDY?!
Fawn: ngh..I'm..here..
Emily: what did they do to you? *bends down*
Fawn: I don't know..are they hating me because I'm..part demon or something..
Emily: *shrug* but let's get the hell out of here..! *takes his hand*

* it grabs emily and punches her *

Emily: ow..!

* gun shots can be heard, one accidently hits emily on the leg *

Emily: *cries in pain*
Fawn: GRRR.. *picks her up* c'mon..!

* people run and fire and the prowler * ???: * grabs emily * oh. . . it looks bad, i have medical supplies, are you okay?

Emily: I don't know..
Fawn: if anything, we could use help getting away from that..thing

???: that thing is called the prowler. . . it looks like you got friendly fire * looks at emily's bullet wound *

Emily: no heck
Fawn: . . .