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To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

the bike zoomed down an ally when her heard the zombies crying and running. it was time to hunt. he pulled down the ally to see two men. one was holding what could only be described as a LMG, this was going to be harder than expected

High School for the Unsusual

they broke there staring and went forwards and hugged eachother

SCP Foundation

"blackmailing? no, i need to talk about the new person." he had the and on the gun in case he refused again.

SCP Foundation

i never wanted her dead, you could of kept her alive and i wouldn't of minded. but now that her sister is there.... shes going to have it worse than kiba

SCP Foundation

"green, may i have a word?" he clapped his hands and beckoned for him

SCP Foundation

he is an evil guy

SCP Foundation

charles was jumping arround like a child. "shes dead, shes DEAD, SHES DEAD. i cant wait to spit on her grave."

To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

charles kicked the bike up a gear and went wizing down the road to who knows where. he heard gun shots and screams of his friends dieing to a gunshot. he was ready to take on the group..... whoever or whatever they may be. he was closing the gap on gunshots per the second.

To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

charles pops the mag, checking the ammo type and ammount. "ten bullets, 9mm rounds" he waits till the men are outof site before running to the car. he opens the boot and drags the bike out. he powers off down the rund to the sound of gunshots, hopeing to find some survivors who will finaly join him on his journey

To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

(he diddnt ask if you were a zombie. he asked if you were a phycopath)