Shoe Thief

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

<Snipped quote by Narcotic Dollie>

For real, though, his facial structure looks like it could cut diamonds. Dayum, I wish we all were so blessed.

#SlayMeWithThoseCheekbones

@Silent Observer

I know right! Lucky ass hat -.-

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

Ah yes, I guess @Remipa Awesome didn't follow my orders. Make sure to make Hunter's next post in the morning! Thanks!

@Silent Observer

Oh my god! I am so sorry I don't remember seeing that! shit... Uh... I don't really have... Well let me see if I can fix that before I crash tonight. Sorrrrrryyyyyy!!!!

Like I'm Gonna Lose You [post apocalyptic]

Hunter Monroe

Well, if she was armed she would have drawn her weapon by now, unless she was waiting for Hunter to drop his weapons. He wanted to seem non threatening, but he was truthfully scared. During training some of his unit members would talk about people in riots or in other bad situations. "How about we compromise." He took the shotgun off his back and pumped it several times until all the shells had been ejected from the firearm. He grabbed the shells that fell and put them in his pocket, then placed it back onto his back. "I don't know who you are, I don't know if you're alone, I don't know if you're armed. What I do know is that I am armed and you have kids. Shotgun's not loaded now, the rifle is, but I'd have to remove the shotgun from my back before I could the rifle, and even at that the bolt on that thing is slow as hell. I mean so slow, like I think a turtle could cross the street faster." He said with a smile. He was exaggerating a bit, but he was trying to lighten the mood a bit. "If it helps, I'm a soldier. I took an oath to serve and protect..." He hesitated for a moment. "I already screwed that up once, maybe this is my chance to fix that?" He said with an awkward smile on his face. "And also your baby is really adorable, even more adorable then my ex's baby. That was also a cute baby as well, despite not having my awesome looks."

Rebirth [Closed]

Sorry I took forever to post, just had enough time to read that entire post tonight. Also... So many feels in that post guys... so many.

Rebirth [Closed]

Staff Sergeant Hunter Monroe

I woke up about to scream, my family's shotgun raised as I pointed it to the wall in my barracks. I held the primitive sawed-off in my right hand as I had my left hand on my holster by my bed side. I was shaking, the nightmares seem to be getting worse at times. I let go of my holster and pumped the old shotgun over and over until I unloaded it once more. It was another dream of home, my parents, my siblings, my friends. It was like a memory, or several mixed into one. The ones from my last combat mission... mixing with my memories from home. Was that a side effect of this program? Or was it just me scared of what would happen if we lost this war? I stood up wearing only my undergarments with the pump action still in one hand, then I set it down looking at my new leg... my new body. It felt... foreign. I was happy to have my ability to walk again, but I didn't know how I felt about being... what I am now. What was I now? Was I just a close like what Derek had said?! Were these even my memories I was thinking of?! What if they are memories implemented in my head to keep me fighting no matter what? "Dammit... Fucking dammit..." I walked to the wall and hit my head against it a few times. Trying to figure this all out was gonna be hell. We got a mission to do though, I need to rest now, and think later. I went back to bed, and reloaded the shotgun. I don't know why I loaded the modified relic, but I did. Maybe it was because it felt... familiar. It felt... Like part of me still.

Mission day, simple start, simple go to. What a day! Wake up, clean weapons, eat breakfast, practice fighting, steal second breakfast, keep working out, Double check my gear and where I am placing it (Huge issue I had in my last battle), and be ready for anything. Before getting on the ship I grabbed any gear I thought I would need. I grabbed my rifle, several mags, a nice shotgun (Not gonna take my own for a few reasons. If we're gonna go on a suicide mission I ain't losing that thing for that. And also this one is a bit more... Effective), I grabbed a small spool of copper wire, a multimeter, loose electronics including a small transmitter and receiver. I also grabbed my sidearm, only bringing the clip in the gun because if I really need to fuck someone up at point blank I got my shotgun for that. My combat knife, but that's actually for dealing with the electrical equipment more then anything. And my good luck charm for this mission, the neural transmitter from my prosthetic leg. Just as my reminder why I am gonna kick some hard ass. I threw in a few other essentials into my pack then moved out to the ship.

I set my gear down inside the ship with the exception of my small personal bag, and my sidearm. I noticed the commander and... wait... Who the hell was the new guy? Oh shit... someone fucked up I am bettin'. Command sent in a baby sitter?! Shit! Now, I had to find a way to not panic. As far as I knew I was fine but I have been wrong on this before. But watching him walk, he was definitely someone but... not someone from command. Definitely a soldier. The high ups don't send regular soldiers to do baby sitting duty now do they? Huh, could be budget cuts. "So who's Mister hot guy?" I said as the commander and the new guy came in. I figured this could go two ways. One, I make friend with this guy and I don't get a pay cut, or two I will die a painful death only to go back onto the same ship with him... It would be like being in a horrible meme...

Like I'm Gonna Lose You [post apocalyptic]

@Nevix
Pretty sure it is

Welp, guess I'll put my picture in my posts to, as I am a sucker for conformity.

@jeroukoo

I just started doing it because it seemed everyone else was... That is like the first time I have ever done it to be honest.

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

POSTED! Took longer then I would have liked, BUT POSTED!

The Spring Break from Hell! {Closed}

Hunter

When Hunter and Julius got to the upper deck he felt alive. The wind going by him, the fresh air, the great view, he almost felt sober, in a good way. Hunter walked over to the railing and stood on the lowest bar. Then his friend asked his a question he really wasn't sure how to answer. "Slides? Never got to go... Was to busy handling a legal matter. Which hopefully I won't have to deal with until I get back to shore. But other then that, my time was great! I... I... I..." He was at a loss of words, he wasn't able to speak for a moment. Then he snapped back to his own head. "I'm great!"

Hunter jumped off the railing and turned around to face Jules. "I feel amazing..." Hunter said with a smile, his face seemingly broken as he spoke. "You know, other then meeting my ex girlfriend who's father put me in jail and now I get to live with just how stupid I can be, but other then that I am fucking awesome!" He said throwing his hands into the air and landing them back back on the railing as he turned to face the ocean again. "I mean, it's not like I asked her to try and stop me. It's not like I didn't know what I was doing..." He grabbed the flask from his pocket and took a sip from it.

He signed with relief as he lowered again. "Apple juice... My damn instructor was kinda right... it's a decent sub. Real stuff works better but apparently I make stupid decisions when I am drunk." He looked at the apple juice filled flask in his hands that his AA instructor gave him. Then he threw it off the side of the ship. Apple flying out of the top of it as it flew. "Jules? Can I ask something of ya? How do you handle dealing with an ex who has the ability to fuck over your life by just a flick of her wrist?"

Will YOU Survive?

@Alina13@Aintitfun1997

Hunter sat in the passenger seat of his pickup truck, even with the sheet over his shoulders he was cold. He wanted so badly to put the heater on to warm up, but that would mean he would have to turn the truck on, let the engine run in the quiet field, use what gas he had left inside of his only transportation back to town. If he was much closer he would walk it, maybe even bike it. But it was almost 30 minutes just to drive! Walking... He would be lucky to make that distance before worrying about nightfall. He knew where to find guns, he knew how to find food, he knew how to filter water, but gasoline? All of those pumps are electric, the only fuel he had he had to take from cars on the side of the road. The roads that were outside of town that was. It was too risky to try and get it from cars in town.

But other then the cold, he was comfortable. The moonlight light the small clearing decent enough he could see anything that wondered into the camp, he had his pump action in his hands, so if need be he could jump out and deal with any problems that raised, and there was still a hatchet by the wood pile if the situation could be handled with that. What he also had to make him feel nice was the fact that the worn seat inside the truck was nice and soft, with just him and the shotgun inside of the cabin there was enough room to feel... nice.

He sat for what seemed like forever, sometimes getting out of the truck to walk around just in case. Then going back in the cabin of the truck. It was when he leaned his head down that his hands pulled back the pump on the shotgun and he realized that he boom stick he was planning on using if things went wrong only had two hots in it. He opened the glove box for the spare shells. The box only had a few shells inside of it, most were in the silver case inside the camper still. Most were also training loads, useless other then... well training. But opening the glove box he found something he would have rather not have seen.

Hunter instead of grabbing the about empty box of shells grabbed a cheaply printed picture of a girl he once knew. He held the picture for a while before breaking down in tears. He wanted so badly to finish what he had started all that time ago, to go save his best friend. He was forced to stop back then though, he told himself it was just until he had more fuel to travel a distance, more ammo to fight off the dead in case things went bad. But even when things were a lot better, even when he had the fuel to travel again, the ammo to fight off an army, he didn't leave. He stayed in his camp where he felt safe, where he felt invincible, where he felt he could do what ever he wanted. It wasn't until he found the picture that he had realized what his procrastinating had done, what he had chosen to do. He sat in the passenger seat the rest of the night, eventually crying himself to sleep. Waking up as the sun started shining through the windshield of his truck. Where he then proceeded to act like nothing had happened, putting the picture back into the glove box of the truck, loading the two shells from the box into the gun in his hand.

Will YOU Survive?

@Aintitfun1997
Awwwww :D