DaDrummer676

To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

Cyrus scowled and put the shotgun to the Doc's head. "Are you stupid? I said leave! I haven't shot someone in a while but I'm not afraid too. Now leave, the zombies are coming 'cause of all the noise you were making." Bane's finger twitched on the trigger. He should have just killed him before he knew what happened. Cyrus looked back over to Steph. "What the hell are you thinking? Now the zombies are definitely coming! We're screwed."

To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

the bandits own most of the countryside and are knw to send scouts in to lure them out. now he may not know that fact or he is one of them. hence why im here."

What are you trying to say here?

Operation Phoenix Down

Edited my guy. The shock charges would impact zombies the same way it would impact humans.

To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

Cyrus' arm dropped from its grip on his pistol. Blood dripped down it in streams. He kept his gun aimed at the Doc but looked over at Steph with disbelief. "You shot me," he stated, bewildered. Had adrenaline not been coursing through his body he probably would have been screaming. His mind flashed back to his time in the service. Cyrus pulled himself back to the matter at hand. A crazy doctor with one eyes was yelling at him to put down his gun. "Are you crazy man? You broke through this door with a fucking axe. Leave here now or I'll put a gullet in your brain. Bane grabbed the shotgun, "and now you're unarmed. Leave." He winced as he switched his pistol for the doc's shotgun. He was going to need medical attention.

To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

I am going to wait for User to post. But I think it'll be interesting if Cyrus gets too.

To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

Cyrus awoke suddenly, his nightmare had painted him with sweat. He sighed and decided to go down and grab somethin to eat, he knew he would have a hard time falling back asleep. While in the cafeteria he heard the bell go off on the girl's room. "Shit," he mumbled. If it was loud enough for him to hear then it was loud enough for the walkers to hear. He sprinted through the dark, tripping frequently. When he found his way to he room there was a man standing outside, breaking through the doors. He drew his pistol. "What the fuck are you doing here? Leave now and I might not shoot you. Keyword, might," Bane threatened.

Operation Phoenix Down

I still don't think that you can judge a man's writing until you see him actually write. Some people aren't great at making CS's but write beautifully.

Operation Phoenix Down

It's just armor. Science advances at a breakneck pace. I don't see what's wrong with his character. You also shouldn't base his writing skills on how he makes a CS.

To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

If that's okay with you guys. Wanted things to get more, intense.

To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

After Cy had taken out the stray zombies he locked the for to the roof, and grabbed his sleeping bag. He hoped neither of the women knew how to pick locks. Bane looked up at the stars, which were barely visible because of the fire a few blocks over. Cyrus always lied to think of what the world would be like if the shit hadn't hit the fan. Bane scratched another tic mark in the concrete floor. If his calculations were correct, then it was August 18th. Winter would be coming soon. That was when life would become hell on earth. All he could do was pray that he would survive. But first he would have to worry about surviving that night.