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(Alright. Here is the RP thread. Hope you guys enjoy this!)

Stranger fiddled with the iron sights on his Bolt Action Rifle, as he casually walked out of a ghost town. His revolver and knife seemed to be in OK condition... He was just scared that the rifle would give out on him one day... The town had been virtually picked clean over the last five years. He had been lucky to find some anti biotics and pain killers in the pharmacy. They had been a pain to get to as well. The town had a church in the center with a bell tower. Some urban rambo had managed to climb up in it with a rifle and did not cease to harass him the entire time. But he took care of him. He had been out in the zone for at least three months anyway. He now had an excuse to go back to the hospital turned into a town he had been using as his base of operations. It was aptly called, Hospis.

Stranger was on the road now and he was intently listening to the sounds of nature. A smile crept across his face. It was funny that even after all the hell that the world had been through that nature was thriving. Weeds and creepers were now growing on the road... It would be gone someday... Someday...

Stranger hoped the Doctor at Hospis would be pleased with he brought him. The doctor was not very specific in what he wanted. "Just bring me medicine. Can you do that for me?" "Sure thing doc."

It was only a few miles now. Stranger was now back on a familiar road. Thinking about the doctor, Stranger looked at his wrist. There was a slight bump. A tumor obviously. He was lucky. It had affected people much more than him. Besides, he would probably die by a bullet or a knife. He didn't need to worry about cancer.

Stranger released a sign of relieve as Hospis was in view. He was home now.

Jeff walked down the deserted road. The heat beat down on him, burning into the back of his neck. He walked to the porch of an abandoned house to get some shade. The darkness quickly cooled off his skin. The was an old rocking chair on the porch, but it seemed to be in okay condition. It held his weight, and he slowely rocked back and forth. But a scream tore through the air, a women by the sound of it. He leaned over the edge of the railing to see what was going on, his M4 in his hand. He could see a young women, maybe 23, being dragged behind a house by three bandits.

" Not on my watch," said Jeff as he took off down the road.

He made it to the building, peaking around the corner. Two of the men watched as the third began taking off his pants. The woman got up to run, but one of the men grabbed her by the throat, raising his hand to smack her. As his hand went for the smack a knife embedded itself in his wrist, followed by another in his head and his friends head. The man with his pants off attempted to run, but tripped by his own clothing. Jeff walked up and picked the man up by the back of his neck. He shoved him againt a wall staring into the mans eyes, seeing his fear. With force he smashed the mans head through the wall, killing him. Jeff collected his knives, and went to the woman who sat against a fence in shock.

"Come on," said Jeff offering his hand to her.

Charles walked. That was basically all he ever did now. Walk. He had no home, no family, no friends. It was the best fun he'd ever had. Getting to one knee, he takes his binoculas from his belt and places them to his eyes. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Ah finaly. Down ahead were two figures, a man and a woman, as well as a few corpses. The man was fairly tall with blonde hair. He looked more of a threat. Assault rifle at his side, he darts through the ruined houses of the street. They wouldn't know what hit em'.

"T-thank you" said Lilian taking the man's hand. Once he helped her to her feet she began to search the bandit's bags frantically.

Through the scope of his rifle, Michael watched his target as he and his cronies grabbed a woman and dragged her behind a house. He watched as his target began pulling his pants down while the other two men held the women down. With grim certainty, he knew what was going to happen next.

Quickly, he moved his crosshair to cover the target. He was about to pull the trigger and end the degenerate's miserable life when all of the sudden a man burst out of nowhere and killed all three of the men. A cold smile now graced Michael's face. His target was dead and he didn't even have to waste one of his precious bulltets to kill him. All he had to do now was go down to the corpse and fetch the necklace he wore as proof of the kill. Michael quickly clambered to his feet and slung his rifle over his shoulder, quickly making his way down to the bodies.

She had found what she had been searching for with a sigh of relief; her rapier. The high quality sword glinted in the light as she examined it, noticing her saviour still standing there watching. She lowered the blade back into its sheath then walked back over to him. "Sorry, it just means a lot to me. Thank you again for rescuing me from those... men. T-they got the jump on me I guess, while I was sleeping... I'm Lilian by the way, Lilian Lumière."

From where he was standing, Michael could hear the women and her savior talking. The women's name was Lilian Lumière. An odd name for sure, but there were a lot wierder things out in the wasteland nowadays.

"Don't mind me folks, just gotta grab something off this here corpse." Michael said as he passed the two. Kneeling down, he grasped the necklace hanging around the dead bandit's neck and yanked it off. It was an crude thing, made of corded leather and scrap metal. God knows why anyone would wear such an ugly thing, Michael said as he dropped it into his pocket. He turned around and walked back past the two again.

"You certainly saved me a whole lot of trouble. Thanks for that." Michael said to the man.

Firing several rounds off into the sky, Charles bursts from cover, assault rifle held firmly in one hand, while he clutches a horribly serrated combat knife with the other.

"Ah good, now there's three of you, as well as the, uh, deceased. You, girl, put down the rapier. Same goes for you two, put your weapons down."

He barks loudly, gun moving from target to target.

Lilian lowered the sword gently to the ground. Sword against assault rifle, she knew the outcome.

Michael quickly imitated the woman, laying his rifle down on the ground. He knew that at such close range the assault rifle would chew him up, and he had no intention of dying with a bunch of strangers.

"Thank you. Now you."

He says as he turns to face the other figure. He had a gun as well, if this got bad, then he would likely put up quite a fight. He really hoped it wouldn't come to that.

"I said, drop your weapon, and make it quick."

Stranger had been watching the seen from the brush for some time. He heard the noise and saw the bandits at the house. He intended to flank them and help the girl but someone had beat him to it. Now he observed the strange group. What really caught his eye was the strange looking woman with a sword... Four strangers and three corpses... It was soon to be five strangers.

"I said drop your weapon, now and make it quick." Stranger held his Rifle at the ready and boldly stepped out of the brush. "I have an idea. How about we all just settle down and settle this like grown ups hmm?"

"Oh joy, another one."

Says Charles, spinning round to face the newcommer.

"You know, I would, except I'm in a bit of a hurry, and having more food and supplies never hurt anyone. Well, not me at least."

He says, chuckling, assault rifle at the ready.

The temporary distraction was all Michael needed. Fast as lightning, he grabbed up his rifle and pointed it at the bandit.

"Drop the gun, donkey-cave." He said.

With a slight growl of irritation, Charles tosses his assault rifle to the dusty ground, his back still to the man with the rifle.

"Happy now?"

He mutters quietly, turning slowly. The man hadn't spotted his knives though. That was good.

"Yes. Very happy. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to leave and go get paid." Michael said as he edged away from the bandit, keeping his rifle trained on him the whole time. "Now you four play nice without me."

Stranger smirked. "Oh... You are all welcome by the way.... Could I ask you people where exactly are you all headed?"

"Well as you people seem overly-capable, I'm heading in the direction of the next people who can't shoot at me."

Charles says with a grin as he slowly picks up his assault rifle again.

"I am very sure though, that we will indeed meet again. Until then."

He says, backing away down the road, assault rifle pointing from target to target.

Stranger watched the bandit walk away. Good riddance, he thought. He looked at the girl. She was just standing there. He knew what she was thinking. "Dont worry. Im not going to hurt you." She said nothing. "Are you lost?" Nothing... "Um... My name is Stranger... If you want I can show you to the nearest town."

As he reaches a safe distance, a small hillside, Charles stops and turns, binoculars in hand, his sight on the group. He would not let such a well armed group slip though his fingers so easily. They had good supplies and food, as well as weapons and ammo. Plus the woman had a sweet sword. He couldn't take them though, not here and now. For now he would just follow.

Michael had been jogging for four minutes when he decided he was far enough away from the group to stop. He spotted a dilapidated farmhouse and quickly jogged inside, pulling the tattered screen door shut behind him. Inside, the house had been mostly picked clean by scavengers. Chairs were strewn about and a rotten wooden table lay snapped in half in the center of the room. Ignoring this, Michael quickly made his way to the second floor of the house and pulled out his rifle. A large portion of the wall had collapsed away, leaving a gaping hole in the side of the building. It would make a perfect post to watch and see if any of the four people he had encountered earlier were following him.

Laying down, Michael swiftly brought the M110 rifle's high powered scope up to his eye. Peering down it, he could see in the distance that three of them hadn't moved. The bandit was nowhere to be seen. Michael was just about to get up and sling his rifle back over his arm when he spotted something in the distance, a flash like light glinting off a sniper's scope. He trained the scope on the flash and zoomed in. It was the bandit, watching the three people through a pair of binoculars.

Micheal's finger tightened on the trigger as he moved the scope's crosshairs to cover the bandit's chest. He easily could squeeze the trigger, end the man's life here and now. It might save him a lot of trouble in the future. But at the last second, Michael's finger drifted from the trigger. The bandit was just that, a bandit. Not worth wasting a bullet on.

Jeff had stood his ground at the standoff not budging a muscle. He watched the two men leave but knew in this street he had to move or be killed out in the open. He started to walk away, looking at Stranger.

" We'll take her to the city, no funny business or I will break every bone in your body," Jeff told the man.

With that the trio began walking away towards the city. Jeff knew the bandit would follow him, he knew he needed supplies and couldn't resist the group of them. But Jeff would be ready. Soon they hit the city, the broken down buildings looming over them. But soon Jeff had to leave, get back to his home.

"So... Whats your name?" "Jeff."

Stranger was not so sure how much he liked this Jeff person. The girl, she said her name was Lillian, she seemed ok. Jeff reminded Stranger of your typical urban rambo type. But hey, at least he was not shooting at him. That was a start.

The trio turned a corner and there it was. A giant hospital loomed over them. Hospis. "Hey there stranger!" A guard in a tower called out to him. "Hello Frank! Our dear old G.I. pals stop by while I was gone?" Stranger asked jokingly. "Well of course. They told us to hand over all of our ammo and medical supplies or they will burn this place to the ground."

Jeff and Lillian raised an eyebrow. "So how long has the army been bothering you?" Lillian asked. "Oh maybe for the past six months. They are trying to retake the country ya know." Stranger replied as they entered the lobby. "You gonna do something about it?" Jeff asked. "We are trying... But look, you guys are welcome to stay and help out if you want to. You can even stay tonight if you want to. But I have to go see the doctor. Ill catch you guys later." "There is a doctor here? Can I see him... or her?" "Uh... Well sure Lillian. Follow me."

Jeff looked around, seeing some people in need of help. Jeff walked around helping the people were necessary. 2 hours later Jeff walked out of the Hospital, seeing Lillian outside of the Hospital talking to some people outside. He walked towards her, she smiled as he approached.

" Well it looks like I am going to be leaving," Jeff told Lillian. " Well thanks for your help," said Lillian, hugging the big man. " You should keep this handy," said Jeff putting a handgun in Lillians hand. " I'll be back here sometime, keeping watch over the people her." " Thank you," Lillian said.

With that Jeff walked off, heading down a road towards the edge of the city. Before he left though, he was going to look around. He walked around the alleyways of the building, hearing a crash. He turned to see a manhole cover close. He had to see what was up. He walked to the manhole, pulling it off the ground. At that moment he was struck in the back of the head then was dragged into the sewer.

Lilian looked around as the stranger led her through the hospital. It seemed to be in decent condition considering everything that happened. It was actually somewhat surprising to see; she expected either bandits would have taken everything and everyone or burnt down the place trying. Yet, there probably wasn't anything stopping them.

"So they all just call you stranger?"

"So they all just call you stranger?" Stranger chuckled at Lillian's remark. "Yep." "Why is that?" "Oh I don't really know. I kind of walked down here five years ago and I didn't tell anyone my name. So they just call me Stranger." "Interesting..."

Stranger held open a door for Lillian and let her go through. A pale, skinny, and overworked man in a white overcoat looked over his shoulder. "Ah Stranger." The man raised an eyebrow. "And always the gentleman I see. Who is your friend there?" Stranger closed the door and put his pack on a table in the room. "Nothing like that doc." Stranger started putting Pill bottles onto the table. "She wanted to talk to you. Oh and I brought your meds." "Thank you Stranger. I got something for you in the foot locker over there. For all your trouble." The doctor turned and looked at Lillian. "Now what is it you wanted?"

"I was just sort of hoping I had found someone I was looking for... Sorry to waste your time, you seem pretty busy here already..." Lilian glanced at the ground.

Stranger looked over his shoulder, as he was about to open the footlocker. "You looking for somebody? Best place to do that is down near the coast. They have more towns and refugee camps down there." Stranger undid the locks on the foot locker. "Unfortunately its a war zone down there, with the army and all the militias. I have been down there a few times before." He opened the foot locker. There was an M16 in the chest with 4 clips. A giant grin formed on Strangers face. "I thought you would like that." The doctor said, still brooding over the pills.

"I'm not even sure she's alive any more, but I don't have anyone else left."

Jeff woke up tied to a chair. He looked around and saw two men staring at him. Bandits, with relations to the three he killed. One had his M4, the weapon trained on Jeff's head. The other man walked behind Jeff, undoing his ties, but telling him not to move, or he would be shot. He dropped a revolver on the table, sliding one round into the chamber. He spun the cylinder and put the gun in Jeffs hand.

"Play!" the man barked at Jeff

Jeff put the gun to his head, he had a plan, but only one shot. Literally.He pulled the trigger, click. But the bandit said again. He pulled the trigger again....click. With that Jeff put the gun down. The man hit him, telling him to go again. He looked at the back of the gun, seeing the other chambers empty. It was either at the top or the bottom. He grabbd the gun, pointed it at the man holding his gun and pulled the trigger....BANG. The man dropped dead, but the other bandit could do nothing, his weapon in Jeffs hand. Jeff rose before the man could do anything. Jeff stood up and grabbed his chair, hitting the bandit with it, shattering the chair. He grabbed the Bandit, pulling the rusty blade from the Bandits sash, and pinning his hand to the table with it. The man screamed in pain, but Jeff ignored it. He picked up his gear, everything being accounted for. He threw the mans revolver down the sewer into a deep pool. Jeff began to climb the ladder, turning to the man.

"Let's hope infection doesn't set in," chuckled Jeff as he climbed the ladder back to the surface.

He reached the top and walked off, warning the populance as he headed home, being extra cautious.