Chapter 44-3: Life and Death

[SalamanderBea]

Just want to add lizzy and datu appeared in the same episode back in season 1 (2-1) and they both died in the same episode :'(

A bit of a coincidence

[DaTank]

man…this episode got me crying…sucks to be giving into labor during a zombie apocalypse…though is Saul and the others were able to get the stuff that was needed do you think lizzy would still have a chance on living? Don't know if anybody has mention it lately…probably somebody has….

[LiamKerrington]

Just for the record:

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[Eviebae]

Just for the record:

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Say what now?


D'oh! the thread count

[LiamKerrington]

Say what now?


D'oh! the thread count

It is meant to be a tribute to Osiris' and the WA fans. So, yeah, the thread count ...

[Eviebae]

It is meant to be a tribute to Osiris' and the WA fans. So, yeah, the thread count ...

Sometimes I'm slow on the ................um............uptake.

[clem131]

If you're going to blame ANYONE for this whole thing, you have to go back much further than CJ. It can all be traced back to the moment when Burt unzipped his pants, and showed Scratch that his dick was bigger when he shot out the side mirror of the rig in chapter 6 (?). If that hadn't happened, Scratch would likely not have found the Tower, and Pegs wouldn't have shot Latch causing all the non-zombie chaos and forcing the residents of the Tower to be scattered.

There's just no arguing that logic.

Actually, this goes all the way back to my countryman Eugenio Barsanti, who invented the internal combustion engine in the 18th century, leading to its diffusion and popularity, leading to a diesel generator being the only reliable and fast way to supply power to the Tower, leading to Burt, Saul and Lizzie going to steal the Tanker of Discord from the Maller's territory.
DAMN YOU, EUGENIO!!!

[Footbutt]

Hopefully, they can see and/or hear the copter pass by, since I'm guess there not much noise to block it out. If not, we get another describe of Treehemoth on the ground account.

some how i picture this:

Burt and Riley headed to the Hospital in their newly-armored truck Burt had worked tirelessly on for months. Unable to pass the 10 MPG threshold he was shooting for, Burt frowned at the fuel gauge. "Remind me to look into a hybrid next time."

Riley shook her head but kept her eyes on the road. "One more block up. Can you see anything?"

"No, but i can hear something." Burt pointed upward, through the front slats. "Look, the Pelican!"

Leaning forward, Riley squinted. "What's that hanging off of it?"

Before Burt could reply, the large object that had clung to the chopper began to free-fall. Its descent was too fast for Burt to react, and the giant mass fell directly onto the hood of Burt's once-pristine armored truck--stopping it dead in its tracks. The whiplash was enough to leave both of them dazed for a few seconds.

"Dammit!" Burt managed to cough out.

Riley did her best to hold back a scream but failed to do so. "What the hell? Are Behemoths just falling from the sky?"

Burt's face darked and reddened at the same time. "My truck. My brand-new truck!" he yelled, punctuating each syllable with a enormous croak from the horn on the stearing wheel.

Hearing a distant hoard assembling from just outside the Hospital's entrance, Riley tried to grab Burt's arm. "Burt, stop! You're attracting more of those things!" she pleaded.

"They're dead! They're all dead!"

Burt slammed his foot on the gas pedal and swerved the truck along one of the buildings. The dead behemoth's leg caught on an already broken lamp post and hurled the giant beast off the hood. Flooring it, Burt gritted his teeth with more malice than Riley had ever seen. "Dead," he kept hissing, as he headed straight for the on-coming crowd of zombies.

Complete with barbed wire, spikes, and bumpers, the truck was a deadly machine when coupled with speed. Burt struck the first group in manic rage, liquifying and running down the two dozen normals within a few seconds. "Dead!"

He then flipped a switch on the dashboard and continued onto the next, larger group. Below the truck's frame, ardent fire errupted along the vents of a pair of metal pipes that ran along both sides. The fire, consumed those that had not met the front end of the truck or were trampled underneath the reinforced wheels. "You're all dead!"

Riley wanted to roll her eyes, but found the entire scene rather fitting. Burt had hyped his truck up so much that she was sure if he had not been able to use it today, he would have sought out a hoard of zombies just to take an advanced test drive. When the corner of Burt's mouth curled into a smile, Riley knew it wasn't a sinister one. It was the grin of a boy finally being told that it was playtime and he could go outside.

And Burt was enjoying the hell out of it.

[EatMyShorts]

There could be other areas with characters similar to Ink. Some sort of regional overlord of the zombies or something within hierarchy of zombie politics. At the head of it all is the grand master overlord responsible for it all! Muahahaha.

Or maybe the rest of the world is fine and has quarantined North and South America to stop the spread.

Ha Ha Ha. Maybe it's Obama.

[Osiris]

It is meant to be a tribute to Osiris' and the WA fans. So, yeah, the thread count ...

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