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Base has a minion!

Prey the Necrovive

Base

The

Common Experiment #357
Owner:

Age: 3 years, 8 months, 1 week

Born: September 12th, 2009

Adopted: 3 years, 8 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: September 12th, 2009 (Legacy)

Pet Spotlight Winner
May 15th, 2011

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 13
Speed: 0
Health: 12
HP: 12/12
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Hello little boys, little toys
We're the dreams you're believing
Crawling up the walls
Running down your face
Razor sharp, razor clean
Feel the weapon's sensation
On your back,
With loaded guns.

kiss kiss, bang bang

"All your base are belong to us!"

name . unknown
alias . base
gender . androgynous
age . nineteen
orientation . everybody ;D
ethnicity . german/american
occupation . zombie hunter
location . always moving

height . 5"7'
build . lean, cat-like
skin . slightly tan, rugged
hair . short, scruffy
eyes . burnt auburn
clothes . tattered trench coat, short-shorts, gloves, stockings, white tank, holsters

good . guns, stockings, cigarettes, eye makeup, hair dye, off-road vehicles, partying hard,
sleeping in
bad . stubborn zombies, walking long distances,
whiny people, cold weather, a jammed gun

Zombie hunter for hire

The afternoon sun beat down onto the hot metal frame of the dirty green jeep. The harsh wind blew sand over the barren wasteland, smacking up against the side of the vehicle. The desert seemed endless. There was no water. No trees. No life.
A crow cried in the distance.
"Hey Base--"
"Keep your mouth shut, Tank."
Tank lowered his voice. "Hey, can I have this can of beans? I haven't eaten all day. Ranger was supposed to find a--"
"I said SHUT IT!" Base hissed. Her auburn eyes scanned the horizon. The wind ruffled her short, sandy hair. She pulled her scarf up around her mouth, and adjusted the goggles around her neck. Tank made a move to speak again and she threw out her hand to silence him. An unsettling feeling spread through each of the passengers in the jeep. Base slowly picked up her shotgun and cocked it.

Suddenly, a haunting scream echoed through the sky. The crow took flight from its perch. A figure appeared on the horizon, gangly and decaying. It was running towards them, grunting and drooling like a hungry dog running after a squirrel. A small hoard soon followed, hurdling straight for the jeep.
"YEEEEEE-HAWW~" Ranger yelled as he revved the noisy engine. A quick switch of gears and the jeep exploded towards the hoard. Base stood up, propping her gun on the jeep's frame. She braced herself as Tank yelled "Get ready!" Ranger drove off a sand dune, launching the jeep into the air. Base turned and aimed for the closest ones. The moment seemed to move in slow motion. She pulled the trigger.
Headshot.
Perfect.

The jeep managed to get over most of the zombies before landing and crushing one in the process. Ranger swerved hard, and Tank's can of beans flew out of the jeep.
"Hey man! That was my only meal!" Tank shouted as the jeep started driving into the hoard.
"Can we worry about this first?" Base pumped her shotgun again and took aim. Ranger drove into a line of zombies, knocking them under the jeep as if they were pylons. Base shot at the ones trying to claw at them as they went by. Tank rummaged around in his rucksack until he pulled out a makeshift pipe bomb.
"Ranger, pull'er out." Tank said as he lit the wick.
Ranger switched gears and stomped the gas pedal. They sped away from the zombies, and Tank chucked the beeping bomb into the crowd. The remaining zombies made grotesque noises as they huddled around the noisy object. Ranger pulled around a good distance from the beasts to enjoy the spectacle.

A loud boom echoed over the dunes, and millions of zombie bits rained down from the sky. Ranger laughed and Base settled into the backseat, reloading her shotgun. It was over. For now.
"Now, about my beans ..."

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