(Art work by @xXxlovelylollipop )
===Last Messages===
Shambling towards my keyboard, the last of my sanity slipping away(due to a bite from a zombie) I PPhilip here on the west coast am preparing to write my last will and testament:
I PPhilip barely of sound mind and body want to thank the Xanga internet group for the words of support when the Zombie infection began on the West Coast.
Some folks think the spread started from a visitor from Malaysia (Restless butterfly and crew) who were fleeing from an outbreak spread by Orangutans. Yes I knew Restless butterfly and her crew and was willing to help them out to find refuge here on the west coast.
My mind is going….I can’t concentrate….S’long everyone on x…..
@pphilip
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The Outbreak by @Tokyoexpressman
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Saintblue1131 Hits the road: part one
A small low boat slides silently down the sluggish river that snakes through Edinburgh. From the bank it seems empty, nothing more than another bit of flotsam dragged along by the inky water, but carefully a gloved hand slides out and alters a makeshift rudder, driving the boat slowly to the side.
It arrives under a gloomy road bridge and a young man steps out. He is tall, with short dark brown hair and light stubble. His long heavy brown woollen coat is un-buttoned revealing a tightly bound layering of leather bracers, jacket and trousers serving as makeshift armour.
In one hand he carries a vertically aligned double barrelled shotgun, around his chest a bandolier of shells. He presses a metal hook into the grassy banks to tie the boat on and slips a radio handset from his pocket.
Looking around carefully first he leans in close and whispers into the handset.
“Margo?…i’m at the road bridge…Margo?…I’m coming into the city, I hope you’re still there”
Bede pressed himself in under the bridge, listening to the unnatural silence all around and the quiet crackling of the radio, the dark gothic buildings of Edinburgh seeming to enclose around him like black cloaked figures against a dull grey sky.
Closing his eyes he casts his mind back over the road that lead him to this point and the plan one more time.
The outbreak had hit only a week after his brother had left for NewZealand for the second time. Air travel had been closed down pretty quick once people began to panic, but not quick enough and soon international communication was getting patchy. Disconnected and feeling suddenly more alone than ever he had turned to Xanga to gather much needed information.
There weren’t too many people that he knew close enough to be worth reaching but as the dark weeks before the shutdown progressed he tried to reach out to anyone within the UK.
The isolation of home worked as a kind of buffer from the majority of the devastation that engulfed the rest of the country, with such a vast population crammed into too little space it didn’t take many infected to begin the end.
As the panic spread and spilled out against the locked boarders and guarded coasts the isolated Highlands began to fill up. One day a car packed with a family and as many possessions as they could fit arrived in the local town, unfortunately one of the family members had been bitten and hoping against hope they had kept it hidden.
As ‘home’ began to fall one township at a time Bede knew it was time to act. After a life of aimless purposelessness finally it was as if it all made sense, he had joked before that the only people really ready for a zombie apocalypse would be the gamers and perhaps in a strange way it was true.
He didn’t know exactly what the end goal might be but he knew that as the infrastructure failed this cold often dark place would not be a long lasting base and so he had to move.
Gathering equipment had been relatively easy to begin with, as soon as it was confirmed that zombies were real he had located and acquired as many weapons and bits of armour he could, again planning for this situation had started years before it happened merely as an entertainment.
By the time the world went quiet he was well equipped and prepared, the only thing he needed was more team mates. His parents had decided to stick it out at home, but Bede had made a promise to meet up with his bother should this ever happen, he knew that together they could make it through somehow, but the facts were that the last he heard from his brother was that he was almost directly on the other side of the planet so the choice was easy, he had to get on the road.
He learnt to drive quickly, training with his dad careful not to use up too much fuel and then leaving his home as well stocked and defended as possible began his journey.
Prior to the shutdown he had gotten in touch with only two other UK Xangans, one was close by in Edinburgh and the other down in England. His plan was to make his way to the coast at Dover from which he could hopefully find a boat to the mainland collecting others as he went, but after the final call to action from Dan he changed his destination to America first and from there to make a new plan.
He had always been told that he had the potential to be a leader, but never until today crouched under a bridge in the darkness of this quiet city had he felt it before. He was going to survive until his last breath and bring together as many fighters as he could before he was done, perhaps with enough people somekind of sanctuary could be made?…perhaps.
which is great news! and on top of that i’ve for the very first time ever writtne up my CV and even applied for a job O.O
but still i’m pretty pleased with it, goes rather well with my trench coat and fedora 
I need to stop myself from over writing scenes too much and taking too long lol.
Personally I find erotic stories the most arousing…but there is one scene that pops into mind from a video. Of a girl standing bent forwards holding onto a desk with a guy behind, holding her arm crossed behind her back….and now I need to write another post real quick so this is no longer my top blog 
