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[IF YOU ARE OUTSIDE it is more than likely that you have taken notice to a very noticeable pack of strangely orderly domesticated zombies filing/shuffling/falling apart into camp from beyond the walls. They have been making incredibly slow progress at a decaying speed throughout the day but have reached the Slightly Left to the Middle of the Camp point and now seem to be looking for someone in a highly confused fashion while groaning what almost sounds to be words in Arabic. Or maybe it's a name. Or maybe they're just saying brains.
Whatever it is, they are clearly determined to complete a Very Important Mission.]
[If you look closely in the middle of this pack of zombies, there is a teenage boy with a prominent hairstyle simply standing (closely guarded) in their midst, wrists bound with a pair of futuristic-looking handcuffs and a slightly (ever so slightly) amused expression on his face. He seems quite content standing where he is, even though he is not quite sure where he is, for he has a very good hunch as to who may be behind this.]
(Intro post for Trowa~ Freshmeat things apply, though I will try my best to keep up before I go to bed tonight. *thumbs up*)
Whatever it is, they are clearly determined to complete a Very Important Mission.]
[If you look closely in the middle of this pack of zombies, there is a teenage boy with a prominent hairstyle simply standing (closely guarded) in their midst, wrists bound with a pair of futuristic-looking handcuffs and a slightly (ever so slightly) amused expression on his face. He seems quite content standing where he is, even though he is not quite sure where he is, for he has a very good hunch as to who may be behind this.]
(Intro post for Trowa~ Freshmeat things apply, though I will try my best to keep up before I go to bed tonight. *thumbs up*)