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<blockquote data-quote="WolfkabobRothvantage" data-source="post: 2356316" data-attributes="member: 814518">To sum up the occurance so far:&nbsp; Basically the setting of this part; a young man wearing a grey Dress shirt with two pistols (S&amp;W M&amp;P9 and Springfield XD) tucked into the belt around his Blue Jeans, one on the left and one on the right, is hiding behind a Grey Chevrolet as he contemplates entering a gun store.&nbsp; A zombie is at the enterance however.So, here&#039;s what part I need evaluation on:~Isaiah crouched down and planted his back against the silver Chevy Camaro, he peered over the hood and caught a glance of the infected man, snacking on the remains of a small dog.&nbsp; He was wearing some sort of bloody business attire, his white shirt splattered with blood and his black sacks noticeably worn by the dirt and wear of the outdoor atmosphere.&nbsp; Isaiah heard him gurgling as he feasted on the animal, happily tearing through its grotesque remains as he pulled it’s meaty flesh out from its body, devouring it with the lust of a normal man feasting on a medium-rare steak.&nbsp; The problem was, this man was right next to the doors of a gun store, wherein Isaiah planned to scavenge for more supplies he might be able to use.&nbsp; He bit his lip as he slid the Springfield from his belt, he quietly fumbled with the trigger, turning off the safety as he remembered the chambered round.&nbsp; He clasped it tight in his hands, and he rose from his cover, turning to aim the gun directly at the infected man.~</blockquote>

[QUOTE="WolfkabobRothvantage, post: 2356316, member: 814518"] To sum up the occurance so far: Basically the setting of this part; a young man wearing a grey Dress shirt with two pistols (S&W M&P9 and Springfield XD) tucked into the belt around his Blue Jeans, one on the left and one on the right, is hiding behind a Grey Chevrolet as he contemplates entering a gun store. A zombie is at the enterance however. So, here's what part I need evaluation on: ~Isaiah crouched down and planted his back against the silver Chevy Camaro, he peered over the hood and caught a glance of the infected man, snacking on the remains of a small dog. He was wearing some sort of bloody business attire, his white shirt splattered with blood and his black sacks noticeably worn by the dirt and wear of the outdoor atmosphere. Isaiah heard him gurgling as he feasted on the animal, happily tearing through its grotesque remains as he pulled it’s meaty flesh out from its body, devouring it with the lust of a normal man feasting on a medium-rare steak. The problem was, this man was right next to the doors of a gun store, wherein Isaiah planned to scavenge for more supplies he might be able to use. He bit his lip as he slid the Springfield from his belt, he quietly fumbled with the trigger, turning off the safety as he remembered the chambered round. He clasped it tight in his hands, and he rose from his cover, turning to aim the gun directly at the infected man.~ [/QUOTE]

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