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Planet Terror: Return to Oz
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A man emerged, his face unmarked by infection. He seemed normal except for being utterly silent.
Suddenly, he looked at Alice and raised a knife from behind his back.
“Hey!” Alice screamed helplessly as the man attacked her.
Behind her, a group of infected came running out with guns, knives and crow bars.
The six friends was overrun. No one could shoot fast enough, and the things overtook them.
Only the baby was left alive long enough to bear witness to the fact of humanity’s end. Thankfully, she did not suffer as dull teeth made their way toward her.
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
“Helena!”
“Helena!”
Helena shot awake, covered in sweat, her mouth dry and opened in a silent scream.
“The plane…” She gasped, looking at Bette.
“Shhhh…there’s no plane. You had a bad dream.” Bette murmured reassuringly, rubbing Helena’s back. The baby slumbered quietly beside Bette still.
This dream would repeat itself every night for nearly a month, before Helena found the reason behind it.
The next day, Lara made a discovery that would change all of their lives.
“GUYS!” She came running toward Dylan and Catherine, shouting excitedly. “We so did not explore this hotel well enough.”
Catherine patted Lara’s arm, smiling at her obvious delight. “Why? What’s up?” She asked.
“A fucking arcade! I found an arcade!”
“Noooooo waaaaay!” Dylan whooped before walking off in the direction from which Lara had run.
On the second floor, a game room held three pool tables, a series of car racing games, House of the Dead 1 through 3, and an old Duck Hunt game. A larger game, called Lets go Jungle, lay apart from the others.
“Everything’s coin operated…” Lara glanced over at the coin machine. She plugged in House of the Dead, before climbing to her feet and drawing her gun. Soon, the change machine had given up its wealth.
“Way to go.” Catherine said laughing. They coughed as dust rose; their ears took a few moments to shake the damage that a series of shots had caused.
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oooooooooh …. I like, creepy, dreams that predict what’s to come, clearly Bette doesn’t watch enough horror movies .. *grin* Now I need the next one because what I don’t need are recurrent dreams about Bette and Helena and all the others being eaten alive with only the baby left to watch the downfall of humanity, oh, and they sucked at the video game, poor Bette, maybe she needs some lessons in shooting things other than zombies :-D
oooohh, that shit is creepy…Bette and Helena need to sit down and have a long talk….I think thats the problem, they aren’t talking enough…yep…pps
“I have a dream, Mama!” Oops, wrong genre all together. So glad to see you back with a big load of spooky. Bette needs to learn to listen to Helena, cause way slower at picking up the vibe. I could mention some OTHER PEOPLE WHO’VE BEEN SLOW TO PICK UP THE VIBE. Jesus, you’d think rain would be a good excuse to sit down and write us more chapters! And Starbuck’s helebette? I’m shocked!
Excuse me, but what the fuck does Oz have to do with anything?
*shrug* what vibe? blame it on sofa anyway. she keeps distracting me with video games and other fun things. aaaanyway, the oz reference has something to do with other realms, helena’s potential for ‘madness’, and generally how creepy Return to Oz was. seriously, that was one creepy motherf*** movie. i highly recommend it:) and i highly recommend this starbucks drink that i invented. but anyway, don’t drink starbucks cuz its evil. eeeeeevvvvvviiiillllll!
DAMMIT, i’m a knob! i apologize, but that little comment meant as a response to funnyone was not, i repeat n.o.t. from sofasitter, it was from me. i was logged onto her computer and like a dolt, forgot to log on again with my proper name. my bad! anyway, I was saying that oz was about a bunch of stuff, and starbucks is evil. me, not sofa. ok, sorry again
Wow, things are really getting strange around here. It’s like sofasitter is channeling helebette. Or is SHE POSSESSED?
I like my version better.
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I totally warned you that would happen ….. or ‘did’ I?
Damn, that was downright scary to end up with. I’m all frightened now. Perhaps I should go do something light and airy to counteract the effects… But no, I’m going to putter around aimlessly (yet suitably creeped out) and then queue up at midnight in the local shop, in a dodgy neighborhood full of zombie-like neds and zombie-like yuppies, like the sad, sad person I am, so I that can–in true brain-dead fashion–further continue my thrilling descent into madness that is July of 2007, otherwise known as The Month What J.K. Rowling Done Ruint My Life and Turned Me into One of the Undead. Yes. Thrills. Chills. And the like. Numzies! Right, the chapter–’twas ace! Do more! Zarg!
Toodles! I love Helena’s Britisms, if that’s even a word. Bette and Helena do indeed appear headed for the rocks (a 28-second makeout session is beyond pathetic), but I have faith that a rebound is in the cards. I totally fell for the page 2 fake-out; modern-day zombies move at lightning speed, so the end really could come that quickly (and horrifically). The meaning of Helena’s dream, the helicopter scene, more zombie showdowns, and Belena makeup sex. So much to look forward to!