Hunter slowly opened the door. A figure was sitting in a chair next to the wall. Hunter began to move toward the figure when he stopped short. It was one of the banshees, killed and propped up against the chair, a look of horror affixed to its face. Something was written on the wall in blood...
Hunter kicked down the door leading to the hall labeled "rooms".
"Alright, start looking, if they perceived him insane, he would have been brought here. Look for his cell and find his notes. I'll cover the doorway."
Arthur stared blankly ahead, refusing to move. "Alright, scratch that, lets get going." Hunter kicked the door open and motioned for the others to follow.
Hunter raised the shotgun and fired, blasting apart the lock and blowing the gates wide open. "Arthur, take point. That dog should be able to sense these bastards long before we do."
Being unfortunately young enough to be grouped with that generation, I have to stand up for these inbreds. Not everyone in that age group is as ignorant as you have been lead to believe. That being said, 75% of my generation want nothing more than to fling **** at anything intelligable, causing...
Hunter lit the cigarette and puffed out a billow of smoke. He turned to John with a smile. "Why would we ever need more ammo?" Hunter kicked the box of bullets over to John. "When a man enters a location expecting to die, he tends to bring his best tools. Found this in the car, caught my...
My personal fave and new addition to my hit list.
" Adrain wrote: Hey Zuckerberg Why you shut down wikipedia?"
Face -> iphone-> desk->floor->basement
If anyone has a sniper rifle and this guy's adress, please let me know.
"Same here. Hang on a second!" A gleam in the corner of the street caught Hunter's attention. He ran over and touched the side of the vehicle. Yep, this was his car. Hunter was about to call to the others when he saw the bridge, the only way out of this goddamn place, collapse and fall into the...
Hunter grabbed the book and kicked down the door. "Well, if that thing won't destroy this book, nothing will. What say we give it a try?" Hunter raised the book and threw it as hard as he could at the creature. The creature stared inquisitively at the parchment. It raised it with a tendrill of...
Hunter didn't move his eyes from the window. John waved his arms in front of him, attempting to get his attention. Hunter immediately grabbed the double barreled shotgun from the table and reloaded it. "Party's over gents. We have a visitor at the door and I don't want to be a terrible host."...
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