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The Legion, Part 1Ari lugged the large tent kit through the dead brown leaves that littered the forest floor, pausing to reposition the pole under her arm. She frowned in frustration. She would have to talk to Badger about his methods of teaching Frost and Fortress tent packing. She walked forward a few more steps, but stopped as the whole tent kit tumbled onto the ground. She dropped to the ground, grumbling as she began scraping the poles into the canvas cover. She folded it all up in a large bundle, and pulled it up into her arms. She began trudging through the woods, attempting to hold the bundle so that the poles wouldn't slip.
"Ari!" The cry startled Ari so much that she dropped her tent, sending the pieces flying once again. "What?!?!" she shouted, whirling around, her black hair flying into her eyes. Running towards her were two children, a boy and a girl, both wearing tattered clothes and carrying shotguns. "Ari, where are we supposed to be settin' up camp? 'Cause I thought we were supposed to
AriAri screamed in pain as the huge oak smashed down onto her body. She was on her back, her legs pinned painfully beneath the tree. No matter how she tried, Ari couldnt move. She braced her palms on the trunk of the tree, and pushed, attempting to free herself. She shrieked as the tree shifted slightly, pushing more on her legs. She tried to wriggle out again, but stopped as she heard loud, heavy footsteps approaching. She rapidly removed her over sized camouflage jacket and draped it over herself, praying the zombies would be too dumb to see her. She slowed her breathing, despite the pain in her legs, slowly creeping into her abdomen. She froze an held her breath as the footsteps stopped right next to her head.She silently lifted her jacket a tiny bit to peek out from under it. She nearly yelled when she saw a pair of legs, belonging to a zombie, just inches from her face. Very slowly, Ari lowered her jacket. She winced as the cloth rustled . Her heart pounded as the feet nex
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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