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Berserker slowly took off her shoes, crawled to the bathroom, and washed her shoes, socks, and feet. There was also an...

antidepressant pill bottle on the bathroom floor. It hadn't been there when Berserker had been there just a few minutes ago.


There was someone in there!


Moaning.


Where?


In the bedroom!


On the floor, unconscious by the looks of it, two or three pills spilling out of his hands onto the floor, the bottle cover a few inches away. He was a teenage boy.


He was Alternative. And by the looks of it, he had swallowed the whole bottle of-- what was it?-- Paxil, and was on his way out.

Alternative also had a...

bloody knife in his other hand, and as he writhed Berserker worried that he would stab himself in his sleep, so she took the knife out of his hand and turned him over, dragged him the three feet into the bathroom and Heimliched him.


Pow!


Both of them screamed. Alt was coming around even before he was finished vomiting; he had heard the shot too.



Then he realized something, laughed, and took the pistol out of his pocket and put it on the floor.

Alternative looked out the window and realized...

he had hit a member of the neo-Gestapo, walking down the street! He was now rolling around yelling and clutching his stomach.


Alternative had to dunk his head in the toilet bowl full of barf to prevent himself from laughing out loud and whooping with joy!

Username88 had just found some of the other aspies when he heard this exchange:

"... in Dick Cheney's bunker. Being raised by Dick Cheney's relatives."

"What did he say?"

"Something with Dick Cheney in it."

"Oh my God, it would have been better if they had been killed!"

This made the decision a very tricky one. On one hand, it might help to suggest that the aspies ask GoatOnFire for help in retrieving Smelena and her husband's kids because he was on good terms with George Bush. On the other hand though, after seeing GoatOnFire torture and kill a mother and her newborn baby just for the fun of it, GoatOnFire did not seem like a very good choice to be trusted to bring kids back alive.

Username88 thought that Icarus_Falling would have been an excellent choice for this assignment, but no one had any idea where he was.

It was time to listen to some black metal and then come to a decision...

Username88 gently closed the emergency door of the bus. He had been lucky. He had arrived back at the apartment to a pile of corpses, and been told by Alternative, who had hidden in the building, that they were on their way to a place caled Camp 25 and were going to fuel up at the gas station on the outskirts first. He had found his car with the windows smashed but otherwise in perfect shape, and driven it to that gas station, and there he had found the bus, parked, with a bunch of guards passed out in the back amidst a pile of bottles.


Just in time to hear the conversation about Smelena's kids.


He felt a bit better about having accidentally run over the dead child. If he had taken time to maneuver around it, he might have missed them.

Needs zombies, and T-Virus.

Ana54 crouched under the window in a house she had broken into, her rifle shaking in her hands. The occupants were currently out; the police had forced all neighbors to the police station for questioning and searched their houses. Ana had dodged from house to house to avoid getting caught, always one house behind the searchers. She had found a strawberry custard tart in the fridge and was now eating it without hands, as she needed both hands to hold her rifle.

As devster was being was cornered in his house he yelled "Long live aspies!" and blew himself up along with 10 NTs in a slightly offensive but not very creative fashion.

Meanwhile, deep-techno, the sole survivor of the plane crash (not counting Anubis) who has survived by wearing his life jacket all the time, managed to swim to shore, only to see a huge explosion that devster had created. He had no idea how he had survived the crash and his memory was blank.

He went up to a strange figure and asked, "Do you know what that explosion was?"

Username88 remained silent, he was afraid that deep-techno had come from Dick Cheney's bunker...

Meanwhile,at a Star Trek convention near by
Berserker leapt from coventioneer to conventioneer
inflicting softly savage lovebites
and affecting a local infection

"BRAINS EASE THE PAIN"

she smiled at her eloquent army

"Lets express our distress at NT's
f**kwit mess" she soliloquently asided

before collapsing under the strain of the bulletholes in her brain

she rose again

"Lame eats rain"

she joined in
with the zombies heading in all directions

While all of this was going on, Speedy, who was distracted by a shiny button, looked at the monitor in his space ranch. Something was wrong, down on Earth.

"I have the solution,"

he said to himself. Nothing abnormal there, as Speedy was alone, just like the last time.

"I had better write it down, because the odds of me actually remembering this when I finally get to Earth are pretty slim"

Clicking his fingers as he went to his module, Speedy picked up his straw cowboy hat, a good luck charm that had saved him more than once. With updates coming in all around him, Speedy set the controls in the module to "in the nick of time". This would ensure that he would arrive at the critical moment, to stop all this bloody war, to help create a new Utopia with the information he carried. He also set the weapons system to vengeance. This would guarantee an entrance worthy of Speedy.

It would take a while for Speedy to make it to Earth, seeing as his ranch was located on the other side of Mars. For this reason, he put himself into stasis. That, and he could use a power nap. It would be another 24 hours before impact, so until then, nothing more happened to Speedy...

The bus was on the coast. At a beach.


"They're going to shoot us and either burn us or feed us to the sharks," Starr said, shivering in the ocean breeze.


The drunken guards were hobbling off the bus, except for two of them, who stayed behind, passed out.


"I brought everything-- my life jacket, everything," Star (not Starr) said, "but when they hauled us off I couldn't grab anything."


"I heard Icarus brought a collapsible boat. Not that we have it with us," KristaMeth said, almsot spitting with disappointment.


Irulan couldn't say a word. She was forcing herself to stand straight, after she had dislocated her spinal cord or something in the fight, and dislocated her shoulder and forced it back into place tearing several muscles, and was putting all her effort into being able to stand normally, inconspicuously.

Cosmiccat sat down in the sand and started writing. "Cosmiccat was here," she wrote. Maybe the next batch of people would find it.


"Boat! Boat!" a little kid shouted.


All the girls looked up. A boat was coming nearer and nearer to shore.


"Everybody line up!" a guard shouted into his bullhorn. "Let's go, let's go, let's go! One by one, up the ramp."


The ramp dropped from the boat slowly. It was such a huge boat-- twenty stories high and as long as they could see-- and the hinges on the ramp were on the bottom and the top reached the highest deck. The ship was way out, but the ramp extended all the way to shore.


They filed aboard. Two girls broke away from the group and were shot dead instantly, the sand soaking up the massive amount of blood. ShadesOfMe looked up from KristaMeth's jacket, which she was still sobbing into, and saw that the two girls were...