Zombies in the Bluzone** [[CLOSING]]

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Ceist:

--- Quote from: Electrk on September 13, 2012, 10:27:41 PM ---No

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it'd be fun and a lot more easy to protect and manage.

Electrk:

--- Quote from: Ceist on September 13, 2012, 10:28:04 PM ---it'd be fun and a lot more easy to protect and manage.

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No

Fruit:
i've decided. please excuse the essay/novel quota of this finale, just thought i'd get it done and over with.

As the Bluzone garrison became less of a priority. Those who inhabited began to leave on the departure in hopes, to bring progress to the seldom, and dangerous lives of those who prospered. In hopes of either death, differential, or the potential of starting over.

In the instance of the sudden desolation, and derelict state of the once fluently active locations of the Bluzone, Vadim, was not one of those in desperation, but was not in grievance either.

Vadim walked the desolate paths, and routes that were once trotted by those who prospered, or those who have since then passed. Their footsteps the only part of them to remember. Although, those being faded away; Vadim's footsteps, beyond his attention, would most likely be the last to set foot, on the argued, disputed soil of the Bluzone.

As Vadim approaches the end of Route 24, he has the posture of that of a person, who simply stands alone. He does not search for anything, he does not strive for anything. But like-wise, as he expects he is the only one to wander these ironically tidy, un-tampered wastes, he finds out, that he isn't.

A wanderer ponders the streets of Gammaton as the sun rises. With Vadim not having any intent on being cautious, or offensive to the oncoming wanderer, the wanderer is like-wise, simply staring at him as he stops in his place.

Nothing is regarded, spoken of, as Vadim makes his way down into the streets, solemn emotion as he approaches the wanderer who faces him. They meet face-to-face from a distance away. The wanderer wears no mask, nothing to ensure his anonymity as it already is to Vadim. To what catches Vadim's eye, the wanderer wears the same uniform. Stripped and clad with mostly those taken from other conveniences in Wild Territory, but still wearing the uniform. It is not ripped or torn, but tidy.

"It is nice to see a familiar face, from what I had expected to confront while walking through here." The wanderer says, smiling.

Vadim stares surprisingly at the wanderer's face, eye-to-eye;

".. What would somebody like you be doing here..? .. Vadim says, the wanderer chuckles;

"I am not /somebody,/ I have a name. Just as you do."

".. Are you asking for my name?" Vadim questions, looking off for a moment.

"Conveniently, I already know your name. In the depth of your surprise, you most likely know mine."

".. It's your name that I know, but in obscurity, that name should've never been spoken again.. How are you still alive."

The wanderer smirks as he wraps his arms around his chest; "I wouldn't focus on the inevitabillity of death, when you've still got the future of your life whirling towards you, Vadim."

Vadim smiles mildly as well; "You certainly are no different from how I remember, Alex."

The wanderer puts his hand on Vadim's shoulder; "That's because nothing ever changed, friend."

Kaphonaits²:
my brain just exploded.

brb towel.

PurpleMetro:
my posts are ignored :(

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