19 and 104 days until the Primetime Emmys telecast on Sept. The mist followed, chilling him like he'd just chugged a gallon of mint mouthwash.Īs Stephan began to shudder and seize up, the last thing he remembered before the blackness claimed him was opening his eyes to see the vines dragging him into one of the damaged buildings.Greetings from Variety Awards Headquarters! Today is J, which means it’s 10 days until nomination-round voting starts on June 17 18 days until the Daytime Emmys telecast on June 25 21 days until nomination-round voting ends on June 28 36 days until nominations are announced on July 13 73 days until final-round voting starts on Aug. He struggled against the ropes winding around his legs and pulling, dragging him deeper into the cloud, until the burning sensation in his lungs forced him to gasp for air. Stephan frantically held his breath and closed his eyes, trying to stand up and find the edge of the cool fog, before something rammed into his knees and sent him collapsing back to the ground. An opaque cloud of red fog billowed away from the site of the explosion, sweeping over the scattered remains of his squad and tingling his nose. Stephan was sent flying, slamming into a lamppost and denting it slightly as his gas mask was torn away by the explosion. They didn't notice the second group of BOWs, popping out of the ground just behind them, until they exploded. Twisting towards the enemy, the squad opened fire, mowing down ant after ant. That feeling of relief lasted for about a city block, before a swarm of arm-sized ants burst out of the rubble the carpet of vines had long since buried on the left side of the road. He breathed a sigh of relief as his squad followed him, over the carpet of what he hoped wasn't human meat. Feeling slightly braver, he took a few steps further in.
It was slightly spongey but still firm beneath his feet, and didn't suddenly leap up to attack him. Stephan gulped nervously before gently setting a foot on the mat. The Captain deliberated a moment before saying, "Private Dole, take point. Their objective was deeper into the mess, but there wasn't a way forward without stepping on the vines. As the sun finally set, the only light remaining being from the occasional fire and flickering streetlight, the tendrils finally merged into a solid mat that stalled the squad's progress. Stephan couldn't help but shudder as the sensation of unease and something watching him grew more and more prevalent. Some had even peeled open, revealing strange red and white flowers. The squad continued onwards, in a slightly slower and more cautious manner, as the tendrils grew thicker and more common, and the bulbs became more pronounced. We don't want to draw any unnecessary trouble." Stephan's Captain nodded, ordering, "Keep an eye on those, and try not to step on any.
A few were even beginning to sprout small bulbs. Tendrils of something meat-colored were growing over nearby rubble and debris in an almost vine-like fashion. As they moved deeper into the outbreak, tac-gear blending into the dusk shadows, Stephan noticed something strange.
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Lucky them, the Replicas hadn't managed to crack open a police station or something yet. So far all they'd encountered were a few squads of Replicas, but they had been dealt with easily via superior firepower. Stephan Dole progressed carefully alongside his squad-mates, deeper into the trashed, zombie-infested city. Another omake, this time about potential future Terraforming stuff and some Banelings.
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