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Planet Terror: The Sequel
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“FUCK!” Bette’s scream echoed across the beach. Helena had to work to catch up to her as she stormed into their tent.
Bette was cursing and pacing when Helena found her.
“Bette? It’s ok, we’re fine.”
But Bette was too angry to relax. “I feel ridiculous.” She shouted, “One of those things attack us, and I’m being protected by you instead of the other way around. This has got to stop! You’ll be fully showing soon enough, and you won’t be able to pitch rocks around to save your fucking friends.”
“What are you going to do?” Helena sat down calmly on the edge of the bed, her hands crossed in her lap.
“I’m going to fucking train myself to deal with this shit better. And I’m going to get a group together to scope out the sides of this fucking beach. We cannot be caught unprepared like that again.” Bette sat down next to Helena, hard enough to shake the foundations of the bed, putting her head in her hands.
Suddenly, both women looked in the direction of loud screams—chaos began anew, outside of their tents.
This time, the entire beach as well as the circle of guards had become drawn into the fight. Helena and Bette looked at each other for a long, hard minute. Helena nodded. Bette reached behind them and grabbed the specially designed Gatling gun from Helena’s shelf. Helena leaned forward and tore the tarp off of their collection of guns, preparing two M16s for Bette and placing belts of ammo around her girlfriend’s chest. Bette fixed Helena’s new leg and kissed her again.
“Be careful, and stay close.” She said, holding Helena’s forehead against hers. Helena nodded.
When they burst out of their tent, their adrenaline, which had already kicked in, moved into overdrive. Someone had put Led Zeppelin’s ‘Whole Lotta Love’ on one of the jeep’s speaker systems, as a way of distracting the infected.
The infected had arrived in droves—nearly a hundred strong—and they only had 30 people on their side. With proper formations, it would be enough, but everyone was scattered, engaging in a disorganized battle which was allowing the infected entryway into their compound.
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A loud and hearty yes
I have to read this later, gotta go talk to my physics teacher, but thanks and tee-hee-hee re: the 69 alert. Wonder where I’ve seen that before.
YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please continue!
This ought to be f**cking terrible but somehow it’s great! I love it.
This new l-life in a weird world is strangely intriguing. I’m enjoying it and please continue!
Yes, continue! I was on the edge of my seat for a lot of this, so continue, asap, please. Fantastic!
Question: if Jenny were to become one of the infected, how could you tell the difference? And, hell yes, continue!
Hell yeah, you better continue! Just as I fear for S5, you had Jenny come drifing back one way or the other. Oh well, she might be useful as bait. C’mon, Jenny bites so turn around is fair play! While you’re at it, can you make Jodi one of the dead?
Do you need to ask? Without a doubt please continue.
itz great az alwayz – i luv it! u definately have to continue – please. oh an im with rufus on the jenny comment – shez so out there sometime it would be hard to tell
You know being away for so long doesn’t seem so bad when i’ve got all this to come back to. Uhave certainly been busy, girl u rock! I’m all up to date with your stories and i am loving them!!! This is definitly an amazing start, i can not wait to read more!! So yes you most definitly have to continue!! Keep up the great work, thanks! :D
I really like this, Its so different butmso good because it has the gang in it thanks
I don’t have to wail for another chapter, because I know there already is one .. but still, know I would have done it :)