Zombie Apocalypse

Why am I writing? Thal demanded it, so therefore, I must.
*glares in general direction of Thalia* *grumbles*
I AM REALLY NOT GOOD AT WRITING! THAL, WWWHHYYY~ AGJHSFHSKLOPS!
                                                      -Begin Story-
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 A wind howled through the town, empty and barren as a pile of bleached bones. Despite the fact that there was absolutely no living (or undead) being within miles, the wind seemed to give the entire town a voice of it’s own. Crying and moaning for it’s lost people, wishing to be a whole and loved town again. A cheesy retro-themed diner was just about the only thing that shone in what little light there was with the monochrome clouded sky’s. An old T.V., no doubt left on by the fleeing stream of panic stricken people, droned on. A static filled report could be heard faintly from it, almost nonexistent under the constant dramatic whining of the wind.

   “Government Officials have officially completed their pullout to safe houses and green zones, leaving us to fend for ourselves. More than 20 city’s have cola- ssSSss”

    The static took over, leaving the barren town blissfuly silent once again, so that it could shed its quiet tears in peace.


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                    10 YEARS AFTER THE START OF THE EPIDEMIC (Or part one)

    A lone girl ran through the ally ways of an abandoned city, it’s concrete walls beginning to crumble with out proper care. The undead crashed clumsily on behind her, pieces of rotting flesh falling to the earth as they went. The once shining metropolis she knew so well had become a maze of grey never-ending walls, trapping her in with every hastened step she took. Black hood pulled over her head, she ran onward. Her jeans, ripped and patched back together in several places, where splashed with mud. Her small black boots didn’t seem to be doing much better. Puffing and panting, she jumped over upturned sidewalk panels and boulders. The small brown leather satchel she was carrying seemed to way her down as she dodged a fallen steel beam.The zombies chasing her, having no real muscles to tire them anymore, just kept coming. There where three of them, all disgusting and VERY hungry. One tall girl with long hair dyed a ugly shade of purple and one arm missing, one man whom was also tall with a green apron and no left leg, and a smaller boy about the girl’s age with a long black pony tail over his shoulder. All of them where the same horrible sickly green. Suddenly, the twists and turns of steel and concrete came to an end. Stumbling none to gracefully over a crevice in the pavement, the small girl careened into the wall. Seeing they had an improved chance at a fresh meal, the zombies began to close in, hissing and spitting. The girl wobbled up into a standing position, then, through her dark hood, one saw the faintest trace of a smile. As if by magic, she drew a long shining meat cleaver from within her cloak. The undead immediately flinched backwards and snarled. The girl pulled her hood back revealing frizzy brown hair, and murderous looking almond-shaped brick colored eyes. She had aviation goggles perched on her head, which she quickly pulled down over her face. Her small pointed nose was dotted with freckles, and her thick eye lashes and arched eyebrows added to the affect of her stare. If it wasn’t for the crooked grin on her face, on might have described her as a cute little girl. Licking the blade, her savage grin widened. Than, in no more than a whisper, the tiny girl spoke in a surprisingly deep voice for her size.

          “In all respects, I have just one word for the three of you.”

    She paused as the tall male with the apron zombie lunged at her...

            “Die.”

    Screeching almost inhumanly, the girl thrust the oversized weapon into the Zombie’s stomach, halting it in its undead tracks. She ripped upward with all of her strength, slicing through his chest and tearing into his throat, cleaving him completely in half from the center up. Black tar like liquid spewed from the gaping wound, smelling of rotting fruit, infected blood. Through the thick dark haze of the blood fountain, the second male Zombie lunged. The girl held her cleaver, sharp side up, in front of her. Locking her muscles, she braced her self for impact. Not able to stop himself in time, the undead teen ran full speed ahead and smashed into the pointed end of the blade, splitting his face clean in two. Rolling her eyes she thought to herself, You’d think with all the brain eating these Zombies do, they would have some more brains for themselves!
 
    The final purple-haired Zombie decided to take lunch over life.With an almost bored look on her face, the girl flashed her cleaver like a streak of white lightning. Black foul smelling blood spurted from where the putrid purple head had been a nano second ago.   

        “Style tip of the day.” The small girl said, looking down at the decapitated head, whose eyes where lolling backwards so that only the whites where visible. “Chartreuse would have suited you much nicer with that skin tone of yours.” A pebble clacked down from the skyscrapers above, causing the girl to turn sharply, clear up raised.

        “You had WAY to much fun with that first kill Trissy.” Came a voice from the shadows.

          The girl’s muscles relaxed, and her weapon lowered, recognizing the voice of a fellow safe house member. Seemingly from out of nowhere, a tall and thin girl stepped from the shadows of a nearby wall. Her hair was a darker shade of brown than our current acquaintance, and much curlier too. She had a long face, with small sea blue eyes that where hidden mysteriously behind a curtain of thick eyelashes. She wore brown lace-up combat boots, and a black leather jacket with a white turtle neck underneath. Her tan cargo pants where covered in leg straps filled with a varying assortment of knives. A not so terrifying grin crossed the other girl’s face.

         “April Nightwalker!”
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Has my horrid writing turned you into a Zombie yet? Well, if it hasn't, you are spared. I refuse to write further. No. Just no. NO MORE!

                                                         -End Transmission-

Oh, MJN Air!

THE BEST British radio comedy EVAR. The world's craziest airline, and possibly the funniest thing I have ever heard.YOU MUST LISTEN TO ET! NAO!

*Drags Douglas out forcefully*

Me: SAY HI TO THE PEOPLE DOUGLAS~
Douglas: You've introduced me, that's enough social interaction for one day.
Me: Do it or I'll eat you.
Douglas: Really? The only thing more terrifying than that is Arthur playing charades.
Me: Do it or I'll call Caroline and tell her you stole the plane again to drop another sugar brick on more poor children.
*Martin comes barreling in*
Martin: Why don't you introduce the captain first?
Douglas: Oh yes, SIR must go first because SIR is the CAPTAIN.
*Begin Staring contest between Douglas and Martin*
*Arthur pops up out of nowhere*
Arthur: Could I meet them t-
Douglas&Martin: SHUT UP ARTHUR!
Caroline: Get back here witless, you still need to make dinner.
Arthur: Oh yea! I forgot!
Caroline: *face palm* Honestly, you've forgotten about it three times now!
Arthur: *sees mental battle between Douglas and Martin* Hey guys, lighten up! How about some charades?
Everyone: NNOOO! *runs away*

Basement Blues

Whoop-de-doo. Our hot water boiler exploded, now we have no hot water, and our basement has been converted into the next great lake. Plus, it smells funny... Hopefuly no poison gasses have been vented. I'm crossing my fingers that nothing else will go kablooey anytime soon in our basement.

Happy (VERY BELATED) Birthday to Kallista!

I'm sorry this took so long! As it turned out, I REAALLYY stink at drawing sky horses, so I ended up drawing just Kallista instead. I was fooling around with lot's of effects and stamps, so the frame and the letters aren't mine. Kallista somehow has stolen Skulduggery's hat... ANYWAY, I hope that your Birthday was filled with many hugs and chocolate cake Kal!

~Mir

Dream Guardians part 15

WEE~ It’s done! I’m sorry this took so long to post, I had dance “camp.” It’s not really a camp mind you, it’s just a three hour long class everyday at 9:00 in the morning that is oh so conveniently held in Michigan, 5 god blessed hours away from where I live. So I had to stay up in a hotel with the dreaded dial up internet. By the time I was done with the week of camp, my feet felt ready to fall off. You may now stop listening to my rambling and begin to read, if you haven’t already.
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    Erza felt a rush of air as she fell screaming from the top of the tower. Her brain was to busy watching the building growing farther away, and the ground getting closer, to notice another feeling shrouded by her fear. She wished with all of her heart that she could change into some magical armor that could some how stop her and her friends from falling. She wished she could fly back up to the roof, then she could give that Mei person a good blow, maybe lay her flat for a month or so. The fear in her heart changed into frustration, than into burning anger at herself. She was falling, her friends where falling. They where all going to die, and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it. Closing her eyes, Erza let forth a scream of rage as she plummeted downward. She hoped Mei heard it, she hoped her enemy had gotten the message. If she managed to get out of this alive, Mei was toast, Mei was going to pay with her soul.
    “You know, you could stop roaring like an uncivilized animal, and acknowledge my presence.” A small dainty voice said in the back of Erza’s mind. The feeling that had been shrouded by fear and anger suddenly came out at full blast, she knew that feeling, and she knew that voice. One of her chara’s had returned. Forcing her eyes open against the buffeting wind, she managed to speak one word to the small figure to the small, fancily dressed figure floating in front of her face.
    “D-dorothy?” The small chara tugged one of her braided pigtails irritably.
    “It’s not polite to stammer.” She stated huffily, “Of course it’s me, who else would it be?” Erza looked wildly about seeking the faces of her other three charas, but the familiar tiny pixies where nowhere to be found. All she saw was the billowing pikachu PJ’s of Holo as she fell through empty space, with a tiny figure floating just beside her. A ballon of hope blew up inside Erza’s chest, had they all gotten their chara’s back? Whipping around like a fish out of water, Erza spotted the very confused face of Shana as she fell downward, with a tiny doll-sized figure poking itself out from behind her shoulder. Before she could release a shout of joy, the prim voice of Dorothy poked at her mind again.
    “Are you ignoring me? That’s not very lady like you know.” Erza was dragged from her daze of happiness back into reality, the reality of falling. The reality in which if she did not do something right about now, she might end up as a human pancake. She turned her attention to the indignant chara floating above her head, and yelled above the wind.
    “There’s no time for lectures right now!” Erza shouted, “In case you didn’t notice, we are approaching the ground at high speeds!” Dorothy tugged on her braid again.
    “Yes I did happen to notice. May I ask you to kindly to start the transformation sequence?” Erza turned red, all she could think to herself was: Oh yeah, that would help wouldn’t it? She wished Dorothy didn’t have such a talent for making her feel stupid. Erza screamed out the words for her transformation, but they where ripped away on the wind as she fell, not heard by either of her friends.
    “MY HEART, UNLOCK!” Erza stopped falling instantly, and blinding light exploded from her forming a round ball shaped shell. Erza was inside that shell, the light enveloping her, sending a tingling feeling up her legs, into her chest, and out through her arms and head. The transformation had begun. She felt Dorothy enter her heart, shaping her body and brain to the required forms for her ability’s to activate. Ribbons of light shout from everywhere, wrapping themselves around her body. She felt the ribbons take shape, molding into clothing and weaving her hair into a long braid that ran down her back. The light fell away from her, revealing the clothing’s final form. Than, as if by magic, the entire shell of light exploded into a rain of sparkles, leaving Erza floating in the air. Words flowed out of her mouth as if they had a will of their own. “Character Transformation, Lady Ribbon!” Even now, as she floated high above the ground, she could see her friends breaking free of their own bubbles of light. There was a momentary silence, all was still, than Erza looked down... She turned red again. “Oh great.” She mumbled, “This girly outfit again.” Her new clothing consisted of a short frilly pink and white dress, with a blue bow garnished with crystals on it’s front. Her hair accessory was just as gaudy, it was a tiny crown made of gold and diamond, with small pink bows all over it’s base. Tiny white gloves with pink bows draped themselves elegantly on her hands. Her shoes where small, dainty, and a pretty wine color. They to where covered with tiny gems. Just up to her knees, pearl white socks with golden threads woven into them stuck to her legs. Her hair was done up in a long french braid, which swished pleasantly in the wind.
    “You could say thank you for saving me, instead of complaining.” Dorothy said from inside her head in an irritated tone. Erza could almost see her tiny chara tugging her braids again. Instead of replying to Dorothy, because she was sure she would say something wrong or improper, Erza flew off towards her friends. Mei wouldn’t stand a chance now. Erza WOULD get revenge for Shana, Mei had signed her death warrant.

NO IT IS NOT!

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Edit: My mother has just walked into the room, and read my post. I yelled at her for calling the Bentley a stinge-mobile, because it's Skulduggery's car, and Skulduggery ALWAYS has wonderful taste. Than she flung it back in my face by saying he's dead, and his brain rotted away or whatever, so he should have no sense of taste whatsoever. I will now bang my head on the keyboard to express my anger: 

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Chibi

NURGH! This looks so bad DX. My stupid tablet broke down, AGAIN, and I had to draw this with my mouse. I don't like it very much, but I thought I'd post it anyway because I intended it to be my new icon. (Yes, this is my OC.) Once I get a better tablet I'll draw something much better... YARB! The hands look like blobs...