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"do you have any weapons?"

*a hand comes form the bottom of the cart holding a hand pistol.*

"ok, how many shots?"

*7 fingers*

James had stopped the bleeding, took out the shot, and gave him 5 pills of store-pain killers.

Richard Tolsdorf.

Age: 19

Hair: Long,Blonde

Eye's: Blue

History.
Richard fought in Iraq in the Canadian armed forces taking a vacation in california, he happen's to of saved a few weapons for himself.

Apearance.
Wear's a Green Camo army jacket with jeans and a Iron Maiden band shirt. Swears alot and has a slight nordic accent.

(How could I be introduced into the story?

Shadowbrand wrote:Richard Tolsdorf.

Age: 19

Hair: Long,Blonde

Eye's: Blue

History.
Richard fought in Iraq in the Canadian armed forces taking a vacation in california, he happen's to of saved a few weapons for himself.

Apearance.
Wear's a Green Camo army jacket with jeans and a Iron Maiden band shirt. Swears alot and has a slight nordic accent.

(How could I be introduced into the story?

I can write up an intro if you want.

Yes please!!!

I will write some stuff tomorow morning, but its 4am now

Lord-Loss wrote:I will write some stuff tomorow morning, but its 4am now

I took care of it already.

Not about Shadowbrand's character, but in general.

The bullets had been striking the hard top around James, the whine of the ricochets sounding horribly close. All the while he had watched the kid bleeding out just yards away and yelled for Sally to keep down in the cart, not just to protect her from the sniper but to save her from the sight of someone close to her own age dying right before her eyes.

Another gun fired, subtley different from the one which had been shooting at them.

Just as suddenly as it had started, the shooting stopped, and a deep growling engine sounded, driving off into the distance.

James risked raising his head a little and scoured the place the fire had come from. A body lay slumped over the concret bollards which prevented people from accidentally walking onto the highway.

James quickly scrambled over to the cart and calmed Sally as he rifled through the carts contents, searching for the medical supplies they carried. Urging Sally to remain in the cart, he rushed over to the boy, half knowing in his heart that it was too late to save him, but wanting to help him all the same...

Name: Johnson Avery
Age: 27
Physical Characteristics/Abilites: Well Built office worker is versed in engineering techniques and radio skills having worked as a radio operator for the US Civil Defence network
History: Lives in California university educated bit of geek at heart part of united states civil defence single no dependents


Johnson woke up and looked around last he remembered was some sort of announcement on the radio and then he haired it down the stairs into the basement the house shook he ended up out cold on the floor.

He scanned the radio frequencies all static he knew there had been a lead up to hostilities in the Middle East hell last week he had checked the local fallout shelters just in case you know someone popped a Nuke but they would have known a movement on land based launchers sudden submarine activity by the Chinese or the Russians.But non of that was relayed to Civil Defence he was required to stay at home is all he thought for a while....

"Well its no nuke" he thought to himself as he opened the cellar door half expecting for it to be blocked with rubble the streets around were intact also so what the hell happened??

[OOC: Hello boss_pimpalotz

Your character is quite similar to mine - ex forces engineer types, good stuff. We will rebuild the world! ]

Larry didnt want to leave The Hut. But after a week of staying there and Dave had seen packs of dogs getting closer and closer each night, so they had to go. The Hut had become a home, it was safe and secure and they had enough food... for now atleast.

Dave lead Steve out of the basement in handcuffs, Steve had his lead lowered like he was ashamed of something. "Do we have to walk" moaned Larry, "We dont have a vehicle so we have to walk!" Dave snapped back.

OOC ( Hey Silver!! Yea first thing that came to mind lol we will rebuild the world again!! lol)


Johnson walked to the front door of his house and stuck a air quailty reader outside he put it out there for a good 10-15mins then pulled it back in clear no bacteria so it wasnt biological he slumped with his back to the door and weighed up his options.

"Go outside forage or stay here and wait?" he pondered he walked to his sofa picked up the remote and scanned the channels nothing not a signal on any of the networks he checked the radio again there was something faint in the background but he couldnt make it out.

"What the hell happened to the EBS??" said Johnson to himself puzzled he then resolved to boost the signal he ran into his workshop and emptied the contents of his drawers and sifted through found some copper wiring and a couple of transcievers he started to cobble something together if he could boost the radio's signal then he might be able to get to that transmission.

Dave ordered Larry and Harry to watch Steve while he checked something out.

The man he had shot earlier was no where to be found. Dave saw a blood trail and followed it. It lead into the woods.

Why couldn't I have paid attention when Bobby was teachingme how to track? Dave thought.

He couldn't spot it anymore, so he left and returned to the group. He spotted Steve thrashing about, trying to shake off the other two.

Dave walked up to Steve, and pointed the H&K at Steve's forehead. He cocked it. Steve stopped immediately.

Dave reached in his pocket and took out a pill.

"You're gonna take this, or I'm gonna shoot you in the head. Any questions?" Steve shook his head no.

Dave forced the pill into Steve's mouth, making sure he swallowed it. He waited two minutes to make sure he wouldn't try and puke it up.

After he made sure of that, they moved on, carrying the pack.

Dave silently bitched to himself about losing the bike. It had sucked ass, having to walk. If he had it he could do some scouting, but the others had to keep up to him.

He spotted a glint on the horizon, and motioned for the others to stop. The pill had made Steve groggy, and he nearly fell over, asleep on his feet.

Dave motioned for the others to hide in the woods on the edge of the road. They obeyed without question, even trying to camoflage themselves.

Dave ran up a head, and took cover behind a busted down car. He peered over the hood.
Dae dropped back down. He returned to the others.

"We travel in the woods from now on. And at night." They groaned, but he knew they wouldn't argue the point.

His face had gone dead white, and they did not want to find out what had made him do that.

Not so far away, a figure watched them, looking down the ACOG scope of a rifle.

Richard looked down the scope his wounded arm was holding the rifle whilst his good right arm held the stock.

"Freeze..."

"I have some question's for you" Richard said coldly.

Steve slay face down amongst the small crop of trees the group were hiding in. He felt drowsy, lethargic. The voices had gone away, and had been replaced with all the pain, the agony that had been installed upon him by his 'freinds'. His knee had been smashed in, and he couldnt walk properly. He Just wanted release. Something inside him stirred, some unknown reserve of power. The beast within, caged, but the drugs had meant its door hadnt been padlocked. The beast thirsted, and Steve couldnt resist.

He pulled himself onto his knees, and blearily looked around. The others watched him carefully, and he saw Larry pick up the carved stick.
"sit back down" larry commanded, nervously.
Steve laughed, a manic hysterical laugh.

Richard, from across the No-mans land heard it, and shivered involuntarily.

Steve was suddenly on his feet, half running, half staggering. He apeared in Richards sights, and, before Richard himself had realised it, had been shot by the rifle. Richard blinked. Had that just been him?

Steve had staggered side ways from the impact, and blood fountained from his throat, where the bullet had peirced. He fellto his knees, hands clutching at the hole punched clean through his neck. Blood poured, like a multitude of rivers, from between his fingers.

All anyone could do is watch.

Steve stayed conscious for maybe 15 seconds more, enough time to feel the screams of his inner demons fade away. He smiled through bloody teeth and closed his eyes.

OOC: O SNAP didnt see that coming didja?

IMO it was his time, and he deserved it ooh and i didnt specify who shot him, so have fun ^^

i might make another character after shadowbrand and silver had found their feet (in other words so it isnt a constant stream of new chars )

-Richard swore under his breath-

Well, I still got question's where is everyone!?!?!

OOC (How many days have passed in the story I just need to get an Idea before I post my next part

Id like to applogise as well for leaping in on a well established story I always find it awkward to start when its all flowing already)

[OOC: I think a couple of weeks, but it is pretty loose.

I just tied my character into several events as I did not want to get bogged down in times as no one seems to be overly concerned with them. Plus it suited my characters lurking to just have his own view of the events that others had just been through, rather than going through his own.]

leroy jenkins

Age: 20

Hair: short black hair

Eye's: green with a slight tint of yellow

History.
worked as a merc for most of his life so he always kept his weapons with him, two pistols in wrist holsters, and an SMG carried underneath his trench coat

Apearance.
wears a trench coat covering most of his body, wears a dragonforce shirt and urban camo jeans.

can i have an intro too?

shas'o vera wrote:leroy jenkins

Age: 20

Hair: short black hair

Eye's: green with a slight tint of yellow

History.
worked as a merc for most of his life so he always kept his weapons with him, two pistols in wrist holsters, and a p90 SMG with a 10x scope carried underneath his trench coat

Apearance.
wears a trench coat covering most of his body, wears a dragonforce shirt and urban camo jeans.

can i have an intro too?

sorry about the posts i havn't got the hang of this yet

shas'o vera wrote:

shas'o vera wrote:leroy jenkins

Age: 20

Hair: short black hair

Eye's: green with a slight tint of yellow

History.
worked as a merc for most of his life so he always kept his weapons with him, two pistols in wrist holsters, and a p90 SMG with a 10x scope carried underneath his trench coat

Apearance.
wears a trench coat covering most of his body, wears a dragonforce shirt and urban camo jeans.

can i have an intro too?

sorry about the posts i havn't got the hang of this yet

Sorry to say, but this is just abit too cliche. Try again

What kind of direction are we heading? Washington would be a good place to go IMO.

SilverMK2 wrote:[OOC: I think a couple of weeks, but it is pretty loose.

I just tied my character into several events as I did not want to get bogged down in times as no one seems to be overly concerned with them. Plus it suited my characters lurking to just have his own view of the events that others had just been through, rather than going through his own.]

I'm sorry.

lord of the ghosts wrote:I'm sorry.

... why?

SilverMK2 wrote:

lord of the ghosts wrote:I'm sorry.

... why?

because you now have to deal with a shot child.

Sorry, but I won't be able to use dakka for awhile. Should anybody choose to continue this thread without me, do so. However, as soon as i get the chance, i will return!

"Give me fething Answers!" Roared Dave and once again struck the thin tree branch, that had be made into a whip, on Richards leg which, by now, had many deep swelling wounds. "I told you the dumb gak jumped into my bullet, I didnt mean to fire!" Richard responded from his chair in the basement of the hut. Larry and Harry were upstairs preparing Steve's body and getting the bonfire ready. Dave had furiously beat Richard for an hour before he started the questions. And at the sound of Richard calling Steve 'A Dumb gak' Dave lashed out with his fists. Knocking over the chair with Richard on it. "I dont want any goddamn excuses!" Gasped Dave "Who are you!?" He demanded "Where did you come from!?!" "What are you doing with THAT?" Dave pointed to the sniper rifle in the corner of the room. "I..I...I..-" Richard stutted. Dave sighed and picked Richard off the floor. "Your too much of a pussy to be a murderer, but when we are safe... You Will Pay For Your Crimes!" Dave threatened.

"I'll be keeping a close eye on you" muttered Dave as he untied Richard and walked up the steps. "Where we heading anyway!?!" Gasped Richard. "We're going to Washington!" Said Dave before the door closed and Richard heard the sound of the door locking.

Dave limped to the kitchen. His hip was hurting like a bitch from the accident.

"Should've wasted the prick when I had the chance." Dave mused out loud.

"Now that's low, even for you." Larry spoke.

"A man should have the right to shoot his own dog." Dave replied. He rubbed absent mindedly at it. He remembered what his trainer ahd told him about why he'd retired.

Once a wrestlers hips go, it's time to fade away. When mine went, The Undertaker took one final ride, and was allowed to rest in peace.

Dave knew that his time was comin. He'd been operating on adrenaline for ever, and now that his body had finally quit manufacturing it for a while, the pain was there.
His hips and knees ached whenever he did anything.

"Dead Man Walking." Dave repeated his trainer's favorite expression for a wrestler who didn't wanna retire. They moved slower, and never admitted that it was time to put away the boots, and can the pyro.

He limped to the table, and spread out a map. The route to D.C was long, but Dave knew if they could get there, they might find out what had happened.

(OOC: I shall make a new charter)
Ninja-WW2 fantic-civil war renactor-zombie fantic.
Techno.
Age 24

Damnit!!!!
AAAAGGHH!!!
*blood everwhere*
you fething dented my fething sword!!!
Die mother fething fethers!!!
(he is in japan, out on the streets killing with his bare hands)