Alex Conall, social justice bard (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alexconall) wrote2013-09-02 09:21 pm
alexconall) wrote2013-09-02 09:21 pm
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SeptNoWriMo 2013-09-02
712 words. I should have outlined better. I know what happens later, I just don't know what happens next.
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"Ash, two o'clock!" Rae said.
Ashley turned smoothly to gun down the oncoming zombies. "Hell," she said, as the blinking light onscreen noted her looming lack of ammo. "Grenades, do I still have grenades?"
Rae brought up her character's inventory. "I've got grenades." She faced the zombies, pressed the right key combination, and held the button for distance—there! The grenade made a perfect arc to land a couple rows back in the zombie horde, and BOOM. Zombie bits everywhere— "Damn!" There were more than she'd seen at first. Grenades were precious, but Rae was even lower on bullets than Ashley. "'Nother grenade—" BOOM.