Blackest-Of-Hearts

Warning: This has Nellis in it, just FYI. Don't like it? Oh well! ~::~ *CRACK* Even after the hundred-millionth time, he still couldn't get used to it. *THWACK* Sure, it was the most effective way to get the job done, but if only it didn't have to be so… *SPLURT* "Goddammit!" Gross… for lack of a better word. The sound of skulls caving in under deliberate force. An onslaught of guts 'n' gore erupting from those fatal blows. The wet gurgling noise that followed after. It would make him puke any other day if he wasn't trying to avoid a similar, more gruesome, fate.  Not to mention, the infected seemed to have the

Where he got the lights, Columbus didn't want to know. Probably the basement of one of the houses they had stayed in over the past few months. Add to that list why the lights even worked (though he had his suspicions that there had been some hot wiring involved in there somewhere and that was a bit of scary thought in itself, knowing that Tallahassee could probably hotwire anything in a pinch). However it had happened, the obviously desired effect had been achieved, the front of the Hummer now glowing with the little colorful lights. Tis' the season, it seemed. Even in Zombieland. Having Halloween had at least made a little sense, the world