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Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Would it be a mythical sewer city!? :P Jason has killed three bandits I believe, maybe four depending on who's bullet hit the bandit who took the shotgun to the face.

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Everyone cool with Jason's find? If not I can edit it.

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Jason had to be one of the luckiest human beings on the planet. The quick presentation of what was supposed to have soon been his past life was interrupted as what he could only assume was another citizen of the town popped up from behind a car behind the raiders and started spraying them with the 7.62 rounds from an AK-47 he or she was wielding. One of the three bandits was hit and down straight away and the other two were so surprised they stopped firing for a second, too shocked to react properly. They were well and truly fucked now, flanked on both sides by people who wanted them very dead. Jason took the opportunity by the balls; throwing down the rifle and quickly drawing his trusty revolver. He brought the weapon up and aimed at the bandit closest to him; squeezing off a shot and sending a round into the targets chest, dropping him immediately. Before Jason could line up another shot the last bandit in the small crew of three was struck by the bullets coming from Jason's saviour.

Not wanting to waste any time of his newly gifted life Jason got up and sprinted over to the three men that they had taken down. All three were silent and dead, which was good for Jason. He didn't feel like any more mercy killing. He quickly inspected the weapons that had fallen next to them or in one case were even still in their hands. The one still in the bandits hands was the one Jason wanted. It was a Remington 870 with a saddle on the side that told him it was a twelve gauge. A beautiful weapon. Jason grabbed it and pulled but to his utter shock the bandits eyes opened. Jason nearly crapped himself but pulled with all his might, yanking the shotgun out of the dying blokes hands before quickly aiming at his head and pulling the shotguns trigger. It was a messy sight even in the darkness. Jason pumped one more time before pulling the sling over his head and leaning down, checking the man's pockets for more rounds. He only found a few, but they were very valuable. Pocketing them Jason finally got up and moved toward the person who had saved him.

“Hey, thank you!” Jason spoke, trying to make sure not to come across as aggressive. Saving his life didn't mean the man wasn't jumpy. “You clearing the town? If so, I'm with you, but first I need you to check me real quick for wounds...” Jason was aware of how strange he sounded but he doubted now was the time to explain.

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Yeah, true that, it is piling up.

The Walking Dead: Los Angeles

Ha, I am nothing if not a team player. Otto on the other hand is in a somewhat anti-social frame of mind at the moment. :P

The Walking Dead: Los Angeles

Otto's heart raced as a group of three feral humans attacked them. Abigail and her father both stood a few metres behind him. In the corner of his eye Otto saw Mr Kaplan pull his pistol and begin raising it. Within a second a loud bang rang out and one of the infected dropped to the floor as the .45 round tore through it's forehead and brain. Before he could line up and take another shot the infected were already basically on top of him. He dodged out of the way of the first one, positioning his foot so the creature tripped and fell as Otto dodged it's attack. He heard a frightened gasp almost immediately but didn't have time to turn and see what or why it was. The other creature was already trying to kill him, it threw itself at him and this time he wasn't in a position to dodge. The creature hit him full force and went down on top of him as he fell backwards. He heard another shot as the creature snapped at his face and then another one as the creatures brains were torn apart and it went completely limp. Otto could barely lift the thing off him and when he finally did he was pissed that neither Mr Kaplan or Abigail had helped him.

“Thanks for the-”

His words stopped. He couldn't speak. Abigail was on the ground, the dead creature Otto had tripped by her side and blood pouring from her hand.

Otto awoke with a panicked breath, he was shaking and covered in sweat, he couldn't tell whether the wetness on his pillow was from sweat or tears. He brought his hands up to his face and wiped the tears that he could feel appearing. He had done enough crying for today.

"Want to talk? I know that we got nothing else to do beside talking to each other."

Otto sat up, thankful for the darkness. He didn't much feel like talking but he definitely understood. There was only so much you could do to keep your mind off of everything in a military camp possibly surrounded by feral cannibal people. It was a really shitty situation. Besides, Otto needed something to take his mind off of things anyway and talking was one of the few things he could muster the effort to do currently.

“True enough man. I'm Otto, a pleasure to meet you... Wish it was under better circumstances though.” Otto tried his best to keep the pain out of his voice when he spoke and stood up to shake the strangers hand.

“So, you know of anything one can do around here to keep themselves busy? Mentally or physically I mean. I've had enough of laying in bed now.”

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Aye, he did at the beginning but he climbed down to the street when he was done scouting and began stalking a couple of bandits in the darkness. Cheers! :D

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Awesome post. :D One thing though, Jason isn't high up, but in the middle of the street.

Cleansed: Peace Keepers

Awesome, sounds good. My post is up; I made obtaining an interview very brief and simple as I was unsure how to go about it. Let me know if you want me to add something. :)

Cleansed: Peace Keepers

Booker was having a pretty good day thus far. He was nearly always in a great mood when he was on his way to visiting his parents. Despite everything they were very happy and usually optimistic people; something that made them very good company ninety nine percent of the time. The only thing to complain about really was the fact that he was aching a bit, probably an outcome of so much damn exercise. It definitely wasn't made better by his sleeping in a tree the night before. At least it kept him safe though and he even set some traps and caught a few rabbits, one of which he cooked for breakfast and two of which he was bringing home for his parents. Overall Percy Warner Park had proven a prosperous stop.

It had taken him a decent while to get home though and he had missed his parents quite a lot after being gone for nearly two months. It was approaching 1:00pm when he finally got into Nashville. He didn't exactly consider the city his home town but his parents lived there and so the place had a great portion of his heart just because of that simple fact. It was quite a while before he made it to the apartment complex in which his parents lived. They resided on the top floor, the sixth, despite Booker's protests. Though it kept them both in good shape he concluded, so he let it go. His parents usually did know what was best.

Finally reaching the top floor of the building; the hundred or so stairs not doing anything for his aches, Booker made his way to his parents door and knocked somewhat loudly. A few seconds later the door was open and there stood Booker's father. He was a big man; quite a bit taller than Booker at 6'3 and still built like a brick shit house. Booker never had been quite able to get his fathers physique, even whilst the man was gaining in age.

“Booker!” The large man yelled, grabbing his son and instantly pulling him into a hug that felt like it could crush ribs.

“Hey pops, good to see you.” Booker smiled widely, hugging his father back. Finally the hug was done and Booker followed his father into the apartment. It wasn't luxurious by any means but the years had long since turned it into a very comfortable feeling home. Just as Booker went to take a seat at the kitchen table his mother emerged from one of the bedrooms and her face lit up immediately along with both her son and husband's. She rushed over, kissing Booker on the cheek and this time it was Booker who gave the rib crushing hug. His mother was about 5'7 and in just as good shape as her husband; just not with the huge physique. It was a little disappointing actually, Booker had basically gotten his mothers height but his father's rugged looks. Not to say his father was ugly, just that his mother was in her late fifties and could still turn heads.

Over the next few hours the two rabbits were cooked filling the place with a delicious smell and Booker and his parents chatted. They talked about the things that they had done in the past couple of months and what they had missed of each other's lives, they talked about funny past times that they were reminded of and finally they moved on to the apparent favourite topic of what Booker's plans for the future were. It didn't take him long to admit that he missed being with people when he was travelling and was thinking about officially joining up with the Nashville Peace Keepers. He expected his parents to be against the idea but surprisingly they weren't. They thought that with the skills they had spent a life time teaching him either way he would find himself in some terrible situations whilst travelling and said that when these unfortunate circumstances came to pass they would much rather him with company. Skilled company, and everyone knew that the Peace Keepers were nothing if not skilled.

Having what was pretty much the final push he needed Booker took a two hour long nap before awaking and telling his parents that he was going to go and see what he could do about officially joining the Peace Keepers. An hour later he found himself sitting in a dimly lit room after being told by possibly the toughest looking receptionist on Earth that someone would be along to interview him shortly. So there he sat, rapping his knuckles on a metal table in a room that kind of reminded him of the few interrogation rooms in police stations he had been in over the years.