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This is a redux of the original apocalypse roleplay thread I started, and the one that I considered to be the best.
I will be acting as both a player and a DM. I will see to it that STORY EVENTS take place every so often to keep the game from getting stale, as well as causing
RANDOM EVENTS should I see the oppurtunity arise to cause some dramatic gameplay. Enemies (for the time being)
will be limited to wild animals that have somehow mutated or become even demonic.

For those of you new players, follow this template.

Name:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Physical Characteristics:
Abilities:

As for the story so far....

THE STORY SO FAR

Your character wakes up following some terrible, near extinction level event. The sky is a bruised color, clouds threatening to furious lighting strikes, thunder umbling in the distance.
The buildings all around you are in a sad state of disrepair, windows broken, vines and plantlife begining the task of taking the world back.
The scent of burnt flesh fills the air. You cannot escape it, it clogs your nose, fillng your lungs. But you can find no bodies.
You resolve to find out what the hell happened, and why, and perhaps, find another survivor to help you fight off the lonliness and despair.



Name: David Mondello
Age: 16
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 135
Physical Characteristics: Scalp cut brown hair, hazel eyes,
Abilities: Skilled climber, well versed in wrestling styles (Greco Roman, Freestyle etc. etc.), and decent hand to hand combatant.
Knows how to hotwire a car


Dave's eye's slowly fluttered open. His eye's stung as an strange stench met them. He pushed himself up. Dave stopped. he wasn't in his bed. He wasn't in a building.
He was lying in the middle of a street. He heard the sharp crack of thunder overhead, and looked up at the sky.

Dark grey storm clouds blotted out the entire sun.
Dave looked around. It was a terrifying sight to behold. Cars, stalled for miles and miles on end.
Buildings, either in ruins in close to it.

He shivered. Dave dashed towards one of the buildings he had seen, seeking temporary sheltar.

Hungry, predatory eyes followed him.

Hehe, i'll always join these RPs just for the lals of them all

Name: Tom
Age: 18
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 200
Physical characteristics: long dreadlocks, well muscled, grey eyes, thorn and barbedwire tattooed over his fore arms (Im considering getting this done when im 18 ) Wearing three quarter length shorts, and a vest.
Abilities: Strong but wiry, can run fast, and can leap far. Never learnt to drive.
Fighting style: Fighting isn't his forte, but he never gives up, and he isn't stylish. A punch to the face works just as well as a choke hold.


Tom woke up on the top a building. Every muscle ached in his body, much like he had been laying very still for days. He sat up slowly, and rolled his neck, and flexed his fingers, getting the feeling back into them. He stood up, and wandered over to the roof edge. The skyscraper he was on gave him good view of the entire city. The place was in ruins. It worried him only slightly. In the distance he made out a skyscraper much like his; the only difference was his one wasn't listing heavily to the left, nor was his smoking slightly. Tom reached down and picked up a loose brick. He hefted its weight, and chucked it as far as he could. The brick sailed out of sight.

He sat back down, and listened to the silence.

It wasn't interrupted until he heard the vague noise of the door onto the roof opening. Tom felt his body tense. Someone was on the roof with him. He acted like he hadn't noticed, but his hands felt for another brick. He heard to noise of feet scuffing across the ground towards him. His heart was hammering in his chest. His hands found a rock, and they pulled it back to his chest. He held it close. The person must only be metres away from him.

Tom span and threw.

The person was a man holding a knife. He hadn't expected to find another survivor, but when he had seen the Kid on the roof, he had seen his chance. A new world, a new order. These dark fantasies had never came to light, and he comprehended this as the lump of masonry sailed past him. Tom had missed. Just.

The assailent yelled and ran at Tom, who swung his fist like it was an iron bar. It connected with the face and the man flew backwards. He crumpled on the ground. Tom ran over and punched the man back to the ground as he tried to get up.

"Stay down F*ckface" he growled.

The man didn't. He instead got back to his feet shakily, and lashed out at Tom, knife slicing through air. Tom ducked and weaved, but was pushed back until he found the back of his boot touch the edge of the building. The man screamed and charged, now that his quarry was cornered. The man collided with him and Tom threw himself backwards off the Building. A moment of weightlessness, and then gravity grabbed them. Tom threw his arms out, and clutched onto the edge of the roof. The assailant wasn't so lucky. He fell 20 floors and ended up on the bonnet of a car. Or more realistically through the bonnet. Or, to be even more realistic, only parts of him were through the bonnet. Tom hung above the ground, and began to pull himself back up, his muscles screaming in protest.

OOC: Hope it wasn't too extreme, but i wanted a beginning that kind of exemplified my characters attributes.

Dave watched in morbid fascination as he saw the body sail through the air. He lazily followed it's descent. He winced slightly as it went through the car windshield.
He looked back at the roof, and saw someone struggling to pull themselves up.

Dave had no other ideas. He rushed ot the entrance door. It was pitch dark inside. The windows were busted, ut no sun could stream through. Dave searched around for a while in the dark,
knocking into furniture and falling down. Eventually, he found the security check in desk. He fumbled around, searching for the drawers. he finally managed to open them, and found a Mag lite.
He turned it on. Immediately he could see. He tore through the desk, looking for a weapon.


He couldn't find anything, not even a club. Dave saw the janitors closet nearby. He opened it up. Inside was a broom and mop. He took the mop, and stomped the end of it off, making a makeshift staff.

He apporached the stair cautiously, turning off the flahslight to let his eyes adjust.

Name: Jordan
Age: 14
Height: 5' 64"
Weight: 95
Physical Characteristics: Thin, wirey, short hair. Wears glasses. Carries a small backpack which he never opens, and never explains what it carries.
Abilities: Not a great fighter-not fast, agile or tough, though he has a good sense of hearing and smell. However, he is a good psychological fighter, knowing how to scare the enemy. Doesn't speak.

Jordan slowly opened his eyes, squinting and turning his head away as peircing white light burnt down onto him. Rolling from his back onto his front, Jordan let out a painful gasp, before quickly readjusting his glasses. Picking himslef up, whilst briskly brushing himslef off, Jordan looked around. He was in some kind of yard with the baking midday sun glaring down on him. How he was here, and why, he did not know-but at that moment it probably didn't matter as much as finding food or water.
Suddenly, Jordan realised something was missing something. Where was the backpack! Biting back a curse, he began to search in a frenzied panic, flipping over rocks and ripping up plants before spotting it under a burnt out wreck of a car. Dashing over, Jordan embraced it tightly, resolving to never let it go again. He casually swung it over it back, relieved with it's familiar weight.
There was some distinct commotion that could be heard, Jordan noted. Picking up a sharp peice of metal dumped unceremoniously upon the ground, he advanced cautiously towards the noise-not entirely agreeing with his descicion.

Tom Pulled himself over the ledge, and collapsed on the asphalt, forcing air back into his lungs. He staired up at the sky, lightning streaking from cloud to cloud, as if they were alive, and spitting at each other. Slowly, the first drops of rain began to fall. Tom lay there as the rain began to beat down,soaking him through. He got to his feet and rolled his neck. The rain invigorated him, making him feel more alive than he had felt when he was being attacked. He stretched his arms and legs, and looked over the edge of the building. Another Skyscraper, just about seven metres away from the one he stood on loomed. It was a far jump, but he was confident he would make it. And if he didn't, it wouldn't really matter. Tom jogged back a few paces, and pretended to run up. He would leave the ground on his left foot, he noted. Means he'd land right footed. Tom nodded, and made some mental calculations.

"Now or never."

Tom ran at the edge of the building, throwing himself with all the force he could muster. He sailed across the gap, water lashing past him, stinging his eyes. 3 Metres to go, and Tom saw he wasn't going to land it properly. This was because he had missed the roof and was heading straight for the 28th floor window.

"Ahhh bug-"

The window shattered and he collided with it, spinning and flailing off into the pitch black.

Name: Konrad
Age: 23
Height: a little short of average
Weight: 85 kilos
Physical Characteristics: unremarkable, wears shorts and a t-shirt with an Asian symbol on it.
Abilities: limited martial arts skills, video game whiz

Konrad woke up in the middle of the street. He slowly stood up, when he noticed he wasn't where he should be. Las thing he remembered he was standing in his room at home. But this wasn't his hometown, it looked more like an American city. Or more accuratly, what was left of it.
He noticed he still had his bag with him. Putting it over his shoulder he pulled out his sunglasses and out them on to shield his eyes from the bright day light.

There was a lead pipe lying in the street. He picked it up, swung it around a bit to get used to its weight and moved towards the next large building.

Dave reached the roof top in time to hear the sound of glass shattering. He kicked the door open and rushed to the source of the noise. One of the windows a floor a few below him was crshed in, with a body laying in it.

Dave placed the flashlight and broom/night stick in his belt. He took a running leap, and his hands wrapped aroung one of the ledges. He was two stories below his target. Dave began to pull himself up. His shoe tips hugged the ledges created by the window
barriers, his fingers gripping the metal tight enough to leave small indents. Grunting, he pulled himself up, inch by inch. His left hand grabbed the ledge of the window.
Bits of glass cut into his palm. Dave pulled himself up nonetheless.

A man, a good head taller then him, was lying crumpled in a heap. Dave took out the makeshift nightstick. He held it in his bleeding hands, raised and ready to fight with it.
He steadied his breathing, and sank into a modified wrestling stance...

It had occured to Jordan several minutes ago that he was being followed. Struggling to keep his breath regulated, so as not to betray his fear, he gripped the makeshift dagger he was carryng tightly. He had one chance, or he was a Dead man.
Ducking at the last minute as something sailed over his head, Jordan raised the blade as the monstrosity turned to stare at him. It had obviously been some kind of bat once, but was bow hideously mutated to stand as tall as a human child, and carry it's weight on it's hindlegs. Emitting an ear-peircing screech, it charged. It was luck that saved Jordan the first time, as in a panic he swung the dagger around randomly and caught it square on the chest. The beast recoiled in pain, beofre attacking again-and this time Jordan was not so lucky. The creature sank it's jaws into his arm, forcing him to bite back a scram. Lashing out with the dagger, Jordan punched it straight into the mutants momentarily vunerable brain, before twisting and recovering it. The corpse slumped to the floor, black blood trickling onto the ground.
After assuring himself the creature was dead, Jordan checked his arm. There was no pain or discolouration, just a faint tingling-whilst there was no poison, Jordan decided it was still bad news. Still-no use worrying now. Wiping his blade clean, Jordan continued Cautiously onwards.

His eyes snapped open again and he spat a lump of glass out of his mouth.

"Bloody hell, I gotta take my time in the future."

Tom sat up, and brushed crushed glass of his bare arms. Lots of superficial cuts, no real damage done. His ear pricked up. Someone was standing behind him.

"F*cks sake."

Tom was in no mood for fighting. He was in no mood for talking either. And for all he knew the person behind him could be a handgliding parrot with an assault rifle.

Tom frowned. What an odd analogy.

The glass crunched behind him. Tom slowly stood up.

"Stand still" the voice behind commanded.

So it wasn't a parrot.

Tom thought about running.

Breaking into a sprint was a bad idea in the room he was in. His eyes had adjusted to the dark, and the place was littered with chairs and desks. A work office. Tom decided it would have too many obstacles. Maybe if he could...

Nope.

One thing for it.

Tom turned around slowly to look the aggressor in the eyes.

"Is...is that a mop your holding?!" he asked incredulously, holding back from bursting into laughter. It was a kid, admittedly younger by him by only a few years, but a kid one the less. Probably not fully grown either.

Tom rolled his neck, and shook his muscles, rewarding with the hundreds of tiny cuts seeping blood. One punch would do it, but he wasn't in the mood for an unfair fight.

"Hey kid, don't piss around with me, im really not in the mood." he said. It wasn't much of a threat, but it was just a kid...right?

Konrad walked down the street when suddenly, a Man-shaped figure ran flew over him and crashed into a window. A smaller person followed suit from the roof.

This was beginning to get interesting. He entered the building and headed for the stairs.

Name:Mikhail Solkan
Age:31
Height:6'2
Weight:11'6
Physical Characteristics:Shoulder length brown hair in a bandana
Blue eyes, thick brown stubble, brand in his neck.
Abilities: Persuasion, Mechanics, Medical

Mikhail woke up in a cold sweat, the nightmare shaking him from slumber.
He looked down and saw the still breathing form of Lizzi beside him. He relaxed and checked his clock.
5.30am. Not bad considering last night's 'movements'. He grinned and pulled a cup of cold coffee
to himself from the bedside table and walked over to the window. What he saw ... terrified him.
The city was burning in the distance. No sirens sounded, or lights flashed. It was Doomsday.
Sweet Mistress Death had come to collect her due. He shook Lizzi to consciousness, and returned
to staring at the end of days.

'I'm...not...a KID!" Dave screamed. He swung the broom stick one handed, catching the man off guard. It crashed into his ribs, and Dave pressed the advantage.
He dropped the mop, and shot for a double leg takedown on the bigger man. He grunted with effort as he lifted and then slammed the man on his back.

The man coughed as the breathe was thrown out of him. Dave threw a punch into the man's throat with his right hand, and jabbed his left thumb into his eye. He followed these up by slamming his knee into the bigger man's crotch.

It worked. Tears fell down his face as pain exploded through him. Dave got up, taking a stance once again. The larger man pulled himself up, his eye's blurry.

"Sonuvabitch..." He growled, and came at Dave. Dave flopped onto his back at the last second, and grabbed the charging man's ankle. He yanked hard, and watched him fall on his face.

"Ya wanna go for Round 3?" Dave asked, sarcasm dripping like venom from his words.

"Go... to hell." The man gasped between bearthes. He set his head on the ground. Dave took the flashlight from his belt.
It was big, and used heavy D cells. He turned it on and shone it in the mans eyes.

Nothing happened. Dave sighed.

He took a mouse from the desk and used the cord to tie the bigger man up. He waited fro him to wake...

OOC: He don't give up you realise ^^ He will just keep. on. coming.

IC: Eyes snapping back open, he shook his head wildly, dreadlocks flailing. Tom found his arms tied behind his back, with what felt like a cable of some type. He sighed. Stupid Punk ass.


Tom began to pull his wrists apart, the coiled cable stretching from the force. It at first seemed a little superfluous, a man struggling against his bonds. But the wire, stretched, and suddenly the tight bonds slipped loose.

His assailant and captor got up with a start. He must have been out for hours, as the kid had lost focus and sat down.

Tom flexed his arms. No more playing fair.

"Cocky smart arse, watching too much wrestling. I am in no small amount of pain right now, but that which doesn't kill me, makes me stronger. " Tom was building himself up into a rage. It made him feel invulnerable. He gritted his teeth and began to breath heavily. He felt every beat of his heart, every inhalation, and exhalation. It was exhilarating.
It felt just like he was back in the brawls.

"F*cking die you Jumped up Pr*ck!" He roared. He didn't charge. He'd learnt. No, this guy needed to be taken un awares, and unprepared. Which was why he through a computer moniter at him. It missed by about half a foot, but even so, Dave turned as it flew past. His head snapped back only to watch Toms forehead rapidly accelerating into his nose.

Dave went down, but lashed out, slicing the legs from underneath Tom, who crashed to the ground. He was up again in a flash, and was circling Tom, as he clambered to his feet.

Tom, again, cheated. This time a chair sailed toward Dave, but again, missed. Dave didn't flinch so much this time round, and ducked a fist swung like an iron bar. Dave
Brought his fist upwards, catching the man at the diaphragm, a shot that knocked the wind out of Tom. But he staggered backwards, inhaling sharply.

Dave took up his stance again, and waited for his opponent to attack. Tom obliged. He came at Dave shoulder down, aiming to crush him with a tackle. Dave sidestepped out of the way smugly, as the Man rushed past. But it had been a feint. Tom leapt at the last second, his feet making contact with the wall. He pushed off and bodily crashed into Dave's back, sending them both flying to the ground.

From several floors downstairs, a man called Konrad stopped.

"Someones having a party up there..."

Tom clambered onto Daves back, pinning him with his weight. He punched down onto the small of his back, rewarded with a yelp of pain. He then threw Dave onto his back and punched him twice on the face. Dave was out cold, and purple blobs had appeared in the edge of Toms peripheral vision. He staggered back, and sat heavily in a revolving chair, trying to catch his breath.

OOC: Just asserting my guy wont get pushed around >

Note how he hasn't tied you up. Cos tying people up with wire NEVER works. And mainly cos he's not planning on fighting with you when you do wake up. 's mean, init?

@Ghosty: Tha doesn't really seem to be lik eoyu character's style. Casue you said he wasn't stylish. And that seemed like it belonged in a film to me.
Just raising that point.

Dave let the illusion of being knocked out stay for about twenty minutes while he gathered himself.
The guy was good, and he wasn't fighting fair. Not like Dave had been either, but still. He let hsi breathing settle, taking time to thinkof how to outsmart this guy.

He's got a good six inches on me, at least sixty pounds too. Not fat, muscle. Dave felt the flashlight then. It was in the back of his belt.
Heavy, and a decent enough club.

Dave got to his knees. The man stood back up, fists curled.

"Please... please..." Dave crawled forward, and grasped the mans thigh and arm.
"Please... I didn't mean too. My anger.. it got the best of me." The man's frown sloftened slightly. He held out his left hand to help Dave up.

He took it. He alos took his right forearm and used it as a club to the mans crotch. He followed up with a knee to the temple, and drew the flash light quickly. He brought it down on the mans neck.


Dave quickly sat down, exhausted, and with a splitting headache.

"Truce?" He asked to the man rolling around and clutching his skull.

"F**k you!" He yelled.

"I'll take that as a yes." Dave gingerly felt his face. his nose was pushed oddly to the side.

"Goddamit..." Dave groaned as he reset his broken nose.

Mikhail pulled on some clothes and helped the dazed Lizzi do the same. He kissed her on her forehead and handed her
the flaregun he kept in the glove compartment of the Chevy. "What is it with guys and burning stuff?" He grinned and started passing out
some small supplies for the city. She smiled at him and her short green hair glinted in the twilight. This should be interesting.
He pulled out his dads mechanics belt and stuffed it full of kitchen knives and a rather heavy looking wrench.

They drove for what seemed like eternity, it was almost a cliché. But they both saw the shadows following the car.
There was no doubt about that.

Konrad entered the room and saw two guys sitting there, appearantly exhausted from a fight.

"Oh Mist, seit ihr schon fertig? Das klang nach einer lustigen Keilerei.", he said, laying his lead pipe over the shoulder.

"Könnte mir jetzt bitte irgendjemand sagen wo ich hier bin und was das alles soll?"

OOC: Now that, anung, is the best twist iv'e seen in a roleplay....ever.

Anung Un Rama wrote:Konrad entered the room and saw two guys sitting there, appearantly exhausted from a fight.

"Oh Mist, seit ihr schon fertig? Das klang nach einer lustigen Keilerei.", he said, laying his lead pipe over the shoulder.

"Könnte mir jetzt bitte irgendjemand sagen wo ich hier bin und was das alles soll?"

Dave looked at the german fellow.

"Sprechen sie Englisch?" He asked.

OOC; Damn, I forgot GES can speak German.


Konrad stopped. So he was right about the city looking American. "Ein kleines Bisschen", he said, while putting his thumb and point finger close together.

"Can you tell me what happend hier? I just woke up in ze middle of ze street."

Jordan had been following the car for a while now-he didn't like it, but there was a chance they had food. And food meant life. Pus, in all honesty he was worried.
There were two people in the vehicle-a man, who the boy judged was in his early 30's, and a dazed looking women. Jordan had never had much interaction with female's, but even he could see she was beautiful. They were obviously in a relationship of some kind, thoug if this rankled with Jordan he gave no outward sign.
There were shadows following the car, anyone with half a brain could see that. Jordan had no idea what they were-but then again, his bite wound was still tingling. Jordan decided that for the two lovers sake, he had better keep folllowing them.

After about two hours of driving, Lizzi suddenly signalled for him to stop the car. She got out and began to vomit at the side of the road.
Nothing serious, just car sick. He held her hair back as she finished coughing. She washed out her mouth with a little water. He froze as he saw two things.
Firstly he knew that the shadows that been following the car had just glided overhead, and avoided them. He breathed a sigh of relief.
He really didn't want to find out what had wings that big.

Secondly, there was a pair of human eyes watching. He grinned as he saw the short outline crouching behind a tree. Lizzi called out to him.
"Hey kid, come on out!" She was smiling as well. She was a trainee high school teacher, kids were her thing; well apart from punk music.
That always took priority. The kid stood up and his smile dropped as he saw the swelling on the arm. Something wasn't right here.

Jordan watched the pair with a mixture of aprehension and hunger. On the one hand, they obviously had food and were unarmed. He did have a blade, it would be easy to simply kill them and take it. However, they might represent the only two other freindlies for miles around-and not even Jordan wanted to be completely alone.
The woman had called out to him, and up close he could she was indeed very beautiful. Her companion looked unsure, not outwardly violent but also ready for action in an instant. "Hey!", she called out again. "Can you speak?" The bite mark was now swelling dangerously, and for the breifest moment a flash of pure animalistic, primal rage swept over him. In an instant it was gone, but he could tell the man had noticed.
The woman looked concerned now. "Do you speak?" she asked again, worry evident in her tone. Jordan felt lightheaded, the stinging pain resurfacing again. He shook his head weakly. The knife at his side glinted in the midday sun and his backpack suddenly felt incessantly heavy. He knew he was staggering back and forth. "Are you alright, kid?" the woman asked again, worry now mixed with fear. Jordan felt his conciousness ebbing away, and the last thing he saw before blacking out was the man sprinting to catch him.

Mikhail and Lizzi both saw the signs of exhaustion, and raced to catch him. It was Mikhail who inspected the wound in the kids arm. The swelling had actually turned pale green
briefly when he was conscious. That wasn't natural, not by any stretch of imagination. They carried him back to the car and set him on the back seat. Mikhail grabbed the first
aid kit from under one of the seats and pulled out a syringe. Lucky this kid was asleep. No-one likes needles. He injected a small amount of insulin to tide over his body systems for a
while and made him sip a small amount of water to rehydrate. The kid could have been wandering for days, or mere minutes; he simply didn't know and wasn't taking any chances.

Lizzi set his head on a blanket and sterilized the wound quickly. It was definitely a bite of some description, but it wasn't like anything she had seen. She strapped his waist down with a seatbelt. They had to keep moving, else those weird flying things came back. She really didn't want to find out what they were. She set his backpack beside him, respecting his privacy too much to open it. It wasn't light though. She checked his mouth for foreign matter and there was nothing wrong. Why didn't he reply then? He wasn't mute anyway.

"I'll sit with him Mikhail. You drive and get us the feth out of here. Forests give me the creeps. Too many horror movies after school." She shuddered at the memory of some of the scenes.
Mikhail nodded, smiling a little. She leant over and kissed him quickly. He leapt back into the driver's seat and started the car. Then they heard a screech from the distance behind the car. No fething way that human. "FLOOR IT MIKHAIL!" He did so and the Chevy shot off towards the city suburbs. She looked at his face. So young, he couldn't be more than 15. She began to sing a song she half remembered from being a kid.

"When I was, a young boy, my father, took me into the city, to see a marching band ... "

Dave looked at the German. Thank God he'd paid attention in Frau's class. And she had actually taught that part of the course.

"Hell if I know." Dave answered. He licked his lips, tasting the blood flowing from his broken nose.

"I'm not gonna have to beat you up too though, am I?" Dave questioned. He was sore, and didn't think he could take a second opponent this soon.

"Hey!" the British man yelled.
"Shut up."

Dave picked up the flashlight, and smakced it against his palm, letting the sound of the heavy piece of metal ring in the small room.

"Nein." The German answered.

"Nein danke, I'm good."
The German extended his hand. "I'm Konrad"
Dave hesitated for a moment, then shook his hand. "I'm Dave."
"Nett dich kennen zu lernen Dave. What about him?" and nodded to the large guy lying on the floor, who was still cursing a lot.

"Egal, I'd say we go to the roof and look around. Maybe there are other survivors from... wasauchimmer happened here." He looked at the lead pipe. "I could also use a real weapon. I think somebody was following me on my way here."

OOC: Must resist urge to stab Dave in the thigh with lump of broken glass. Must. Resist. Urge!

Tom sat back up, and rested against a desk, supporting his aching back on the plywood. Jumping into the back of Dave had really hurt. Definitely wasn't movie style. If it was, he'd probably not of collided with Dave so hard. He'd probably not have dislocated his shoulder in the process. He'd popped it back in though. Hadn't hurt a lot, but it really ached at the moment. Stupid Kid.

One thing he'd learnt about the Kid in front of him, one thing, was that the little punk cheated. Next time he comes grovelling and looking for help, a curb stomp will be all he receives.

"Ahhhhhh F*ck." he growled, nursing some feeling back into his fists.

He looked over to the man in the doorway. He was holding a metal pipe, in a slightly offhand way that made Tom assume he wasn't used to using it. Still, he had no doubt that German guy and the Kid were going to get along like a house on fire and if so, if so, Tom decided he'd have to dicth them as fast as he could.

Lizzi looked out the window to see the suburbs of the city reach out towards them. "We're here Mikhail. Stop us for a moment please while I check the kid."
The Chevy slowed and Mikhail turned around in his seat. "Any idea who he is?" Lizzi shook her head.
"Probably just some kid who was following us. In all seriousness, he could have been after food or water or ... us." She went very quiet.
Mikhail shook his head and checked the kids mouth. He recoiled slightly. What the hell? The boys canines had grown by a few centimetres. Vampire much.
The swelling was lessening and wasn't glowing, which was good. Lizzi grinned as the kids eyes began to open a little.

A blast of unbridled pain shot through Jordans body, and he sat bolt upright bathed in a cold sweat, panting heavily. The women was desperately stroking his arm and telling him "No, no, it's all right, we're you're freinds" and "We're not going to let anything happen to you". The desire to feed had overtaken his entire body, the same prima urges he'd felt breifly before returning tenfold. Rounding on the woman to look straight into her panic-striken eyes, Jordan emitted a low growl, and the shred of lucidity that he had told him that he must look absolutely psychotic. The man was desperately trying to restrain him, but whatever was causing this to happen had lent the boy strength, and he easily held him off. Drawing the knife (causing the woman to gasp, and whimper slightly), Jordan swung it around in a blind rage, missing the man's face by the fraction of a centimetre. The man was properly ounching now, but the pain felt irrelavent in this state.
Suddenly, Jordan stopped dead. He dropped the knife, and it clattered to the floor unceremoniously. Looking around, seeing tha panicked look's on his saviours faces, Jordan started to shiver. Noticing the backpack on the floor of the car, Jordan lay down, pulled it to his chest, curled into a faetal position, and started to weep slowly and silently, the woman stroking his arm all the time.

OOC: your character's creepy.

OOC: If that was directed at me-so am I .