THE MOB Z O M B I E S ✯ A RE-PURPOSED OSW/PVP LL CLAN FROM BÁ̸D BØY$ ✯ Cradling my four-year-old daughter in my arms, all I could do was listen as the screaming outside the house got louder and louder, interspersed with sounds of violence and horrible, horrible wet thuds and the unmistakable echo of muscle and sinew resisting the force that was slowly tearing them apart.It started just three days ago. Something happened, out there in the world, and before we even get news of what's going on, seemingly half of the world is gone. Police and military were unable to stop it, providing such a short frame of resistance it's hard to know whether it was real or just a fluke. There was no centralised target, no way to use our most powerful weapons, not without incinerating ourselves in the process. They poured forth across the world, from wherever it was that it started.I hear banging on the door downstairs, and the screams of people being slaughtered, unable to mount a proper resistance against such a force. It doesn't take long before the pounding gives way to splintering and the sound of shattering wood.They're in the house.No more than a moment or two passes before the door to the bedroom starts shuddering. The things I piled against it are holding, for now, but I know, realistically, that they're going to manage to come through.I keep rocking my little girl, humming a lullaby in her ear to calm her as she cries. The pounding grows in force and volume, the frame starting to crack.I put my little girl on my lap, her back to my chest, and I stroke her head with both hands, from the top of her scalp, down across her ears, just as I've done ever since she was a baby. Just the way she loves it.The effect is instantaneous. Her desperate crying calms to a series of sobs and hiccoughs, her small body shuddering against mine in fear. I keep humming to her, soothing her hair, acting for all the world as if nothing is out of place, not a single thing amiss. Agonisingly slowly, in a reverse cadence of the sound of splintering wood, she calms down. I can feel it when she stops tensing, as I keep stroking her down the sides of her head. A final hiccough of a sob, and she falls quiet, her body relaxed.She doesn't even have time to realise what's happening as I twist her neck with a violent jerk, accompanied by a dry snap of a sound. She's dead before she can even slump down into my lap.The door is giving way, the furniture pushed back. I may be torn limb from limb while I scream, but at least my baby angel's safe from harm. Safe from the Z O M B I E S Z O M B I E S INFO We will not be doing any Epic Battles at this time. Strictly PVP/OSW. This is a WAR Game, Rival Clans & Battle List are our feeding grounds. You will be granted a cf upon request, pm for terms There will be no striping of allies unless you start it's a war game, fight kill riot assault B R A I N S You can not defeat us, we are dead already! K I L L.... W A R... D E S T R O Y.... R I O T.... Z O M B I E HORDE Low Land Build Required, built to your own descretion Min 1,000 of each Pot, with an active working to 5,000 of each Knowledge of PVP/OSW not needed, just need to follow instructions. Follow Warlord for interview before requesting admittance. B Y E... B Y E...