“EVAC! WE NEED AN EMERGENCY EVAC! EXPLOSIONS IN THE MAIN QUARTER! GET DOWN! EVERYONE GET DOWN!” Rain screamed, backing into a corner of the building as her hands moved over the ground, seeking the location of her rifle. Everything had been peaceful, homely, but in the blink of an eye death had come to her hometown.

“Rain, it’s alright! It’s just fireworks! You’re safe!” Adam yelled, looking to his mother for assistance. The older woman was already calling for help, while his father sprinted across the field to end the ceremonial display. They were told this might happen, but until now, she'd seemed normal, albeit on edge. This, however, was louder and more vibrant than children playing or lightning flaring in the sky. In her mind she was back in the front lines and reality had vanished.

“WE’RE UNDER ATTACK! MAIN QUARTER IN THE MARKET DISTRICT! NEED AN EMERGENCY EVAC!” The memories of that fateful night stretched out before her eyes; when she learned what true horrors were made of, and the people she'd grown to trust were snatched from the world by the hands of evil men.

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Darkness consumed the Bazaar, clouds of dust and debris rained down from the streets. Around her, the men and women readied their weapons, each one taking in the scene as they scrambled further into the alleyway. The terrorists, with faces covered and guns raised, stalked down the lanes like wraiths in the night, looking for hidden soldiers. Her team had walked straight into an ambush, and there was nowhere left to hide. The time had come to stand their ground and fight, or be taken as prisoners and executed while the world watched.

“WE NEED TO GO! ALL BUILDINGS! FIND A PLACE AND WAIT IT OUT!” Commander Jones’ voice echoed in her headset, his orders barely audible over the din of gunfire. The enemy was rapidly approaching, taking down the smaller groups that littered the streets, as well as the innocents that attempted to fight back. No mercy had always been their motto, and tonight, they were showing their full force with an all out assault. There would be no survivors.

Glass breaking overhead made her start, her rifle raised at the face that greeted them. A teenaged boy dressed in military garb gazed down at them with his hands raised in surrender. He wasn’t a threat, but in this moment, all bets were off. “Inside before they come!” he stated hurriedly, jerking his head over his shoulder. Colonel Jackson stood just enough to see inside, his eyes making a quick sweep. His parents were barricading the entrance and windows, hell bent on keeping out the murderers. The moment they crossed that threshold, shots burst from the street, and the boy who had brought them into safety lay dead, blood splattering her clothes as his mother screamed for the loss of her only son.

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If you’ve made it this far, I’m seeking a role player, capable of keeping up with the story, as well as doing individual research on military tactics and medical knowledge. There are a few rules before we begin.

-18+ in real life. This is due to the graphic nature of the content; warfare, murder, torture, gore, life and death situations.

-Multi-paragraph sentence structures.

-I need someone capable of playing multiple characters, but mainly her boyfriend or fiancée.

Lastly, if for any reason you do not want to continue, tell me upfront.

I look forward to hearing from you!