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| Solo | Oct 7 2005, 10:12 PM |
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Chapter 3 Casull was not in a good mood. Zhang Miao had just sprayed a mouthful of Coke on his back as she watched the recovery of the four bodies. He was now wet, sticky, and needed a new shirt. On the positive side, the bodies were just zombies, so all he would have to do later would be to use his Shadow Fire and burn them into ashes. A routine procedure; done properly, it would only take 3 minutes. The implications of this, though, were more troublesome. Zombies had not made a major appearance in the Japanese Islands for a hundred years, yet three of them had been created less than 12 hours ago. It seemed the demons were going to make a bid for power again. All for the better for him; it had been too long since he had tasted demon’s blood. Sometimes he felt like laughing at himself for his “bloodlust”. He had applied for a non-combat assignment to get away from the fighting, closest he could get to a vacation, and yet, just one month into his break, he was yearning for battle again. “What am I going to do with myself,” he silently mused. |
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12:38 PM Nov 26
