*A four wheel ATV quickly rolls into a gas station. A large man standing at 6'2 and around 280 pounds of muscle clinbs off.He is wearing frosest camo pants, blakc steal toa combat boots, a white t shirt, a bullet proff vest and a black steal balistics combat mask. He grabs an AK47 off the back of the quad and grabs a scope, attaching it to the rail mount. He quickly scaned the area, it was clear for now. He slowly made his way twords teh station building, keeping his rifle up just in case. as he entered he started his sweep. He stayed as quite as possble and stoped sudden;y. He heard what sounded like chewing and nawing. He made his way into the back room and poped his head in, spoting a zombie he quickly moved, teh zombie not spoting him. It was eatin an old coursps. He set the AK down and slowly pulled out hte long 16 inch machette. Sneaking in to the room the zombie had shifted so it was facing away form him. He got right behind it and slamed the machette down into the bakc of he heaqd of the monster, the lou dsound of its skull smashing under the blade was the only noise. He had killed it. He stped on it shoulder adn pulled the stuck blade out and cleaned it before placing it back in the sheth. He grabed his rilfle and started to search around*
Subject: Deep Dish Chicago Style 
Fri Nov 06, 2009 3:22 pm
