And this is how a lawyer ended up surrounded by boks.

[define-justice.livejournal.com]

The last thing he remembered was Mr. Wright's bed, a marathon of bad zombie movies, popcorn and Trucy jumping straight to the ceiling with each and every scary scene-- a normal saturday night in his mentor's apartment. He probably fell asleep somewhere along the third film, when the flesh-eating creatures were having a fest on some random scientist guy (he couldn't even recall the names, Trucy was going to kill him).

So, after a lot of thought, he concluded he was still sleeping. There was no other possible explanation to his current situation.

Why on earth would he be on the floor, shaking to death in the middle of a deserted town, surrounded by small, green, zombie-like creatures who walked around him like trying to find him otherwise?

Apollo just hoped to wake up before his mind decided it was the perfect time to start panicking.

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Don't mind my prose, honeypants xD

[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

He loved going hunting.
He probably loved it more than it was healthy, but then again, he rarely could leave the city lately so any excuse to go out was awesome.

So he moved around the undead, shooting some, cutting some in tiny little pieces, sneaking around a little... For a moment he felt twelve again, and his only problem was thinking about finding the next patch of sunlight.

He was pretty satisfied with that when he noticed a figure on the ground. That one didn't look like an undead, or an immortal or any of those things, so he rushed to his side, quickly disposing of the boks around.

"Are you all right?" He asked, still looking around to see if any more of them were coming.