[ooc; what's worse than kiioio? a vicious, monstrous, evil overlord zombie kiioio. ]
Uh, I felt sort of lonely. Unsure of what to do and where to go I sat and devoured a mountain of american fast food with extra ketchup and looked at the ceiling, sort of annoyed and anxious.
I began to read and started sweating. What if Kiioio got eaten by zombies? I thought.
Nazozo was running through the maintance tunnels, avoiding zombies at all cost, which was pretty difficult. While in search for something interesting, he came across a rusty door at the end of one the tunnels. Shrugging, he entered it.
The room the door led to seemed to be a utility room. There were some cleaning supplies, some tools, and no zombies. As Nazozo began to inspect the room, something caught his eye. On the floor were several large and heavy boxes. Further inspection reavealed that there was a small piece of paper on them. Nazozo looked at it.
G-Bomb
"G-Bomb?" Nazozo thought to himself. A possibility to what that could have meant came to his head, but he tried to shrug it off.
"Could this be........."
I blinked and stammered, "I'll be right back." I ran out the door and tripped over a rock. "Ouch..." I said, rubbing my head. I kept going until I saw Kiioio standing there. I stayed in the bushes and sat there, for if I moved, he'd know I was here.
[ooc; would that actually be an issue, jayroro? ]
Zombies were trying to eat me.
There were so many. Was it the hot dogs, or something?
My fists were slowly being devoured. I grit my teeth and energy ball supremo'd, blasting them all back. The golden rule: don't get between kiioio and his unhealthy food.
Nazozo stuck the piece of paper in his pockets and looked around. There seemed to be nothing else of any importance, except a flight of stairs in the back.
"Let's see what's over there," Nazozo thought to himself as he began to climb the staircase.
I saw one coming from behind and lashed at it. I smashed the zombie's head and landed.
((No. xD))
Jayroro.
" - ugh - ! " I wheeled around. " I can handle this, douche, stay out of it! "
To prove my point, I knocked the last one dead. As dead as undead can get. Or whatever.
I narrowed my eyes. "The least you could have done was say thanks." I growled, dashing off to the security room.
I was sitting at the desk, looking over footage. "What the..." The camera's caught our adventure from the beginning. I grabbed a certain tape and smashed it into tiny pieces. No evidence! I thought. "Sheesh... Huh?" I saw military soldiers on screen marching towards to security room and I was starting to get worried. Then I noticed that the footage was taken several days ago, at the same time hysteria broke loose. "Phew..."