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Post by Sturm on Mar 10, 2007 13:45:43 GMT -5
The year is 2075, or rather 25AW, which means 25 years after the Great War, essentially world war three. The entire world is a wasteland, due to the nuclear missles and bombs that rained down from the skies during the war, killing nearly everything on the entire planet. The few people who survived underground, slowly start to come out from their bunkers. The people who weren't vaporized instantly on the surface, have all turned into bloodthirsty, brutal, and worst of all, SMART zombies. The world has barely healed, and it is now up to the few humans that are left to find a way to suvive through the starvation, radiation, zombies, and other dangers that await them.
Name: Brandon Johnson
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Race: Human
Weapons: M4A1 Assualt rifle, HK USP Tactical chambered in .45 ACP, combat knife.
Equipment: Zippo, Canteen, Some food, Ammo, Small First Aid kit.
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Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Mar 10, 2007 23:17:23 GMT -5
A shadow slinked through the underground shadows, pausing as a crash from above echoed through the tunnels. Little light pentrated this far below, but that was fine. Celine has learned to move through the darkness without the use of her eyes. In fact, at times she could not even tell if they were opened or closed. Her other senses were much sharper, her sense of touch and hearing were the most keen. Feeling her way along the dark halls she stumbled not once. Another crash eched, and now the woman waited, wondering. It wouldn't be long until she had to leave again. But she needed food now, she had no weapons, and only a small amount of water. A recent fall in rock had left her right arm a bloodied useless peice of flesh.
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Post by Sturm on Mar 10, 2007 23:24:07 GMT -5
Just then, there was a loud squeak, and another, and another, and several more. A few moments later, it stopped, and then there was a groan as a hatch opened up, and light streamed in from above, and Brandon's head peered into the darkness. "Hello? Anybody down there?" he called out into the pitch black of the tunnel.
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Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Mar 10, 2007 23:27:14 GMT -5
Celine recoiled backwards, the light buring her eyes in a way that almost brought her to her knees. "Ah, the light it burns, close it!" She screeched, backing up now, her eyes squeezed shut and her good arm draped over her face. The other lay limpy at her side.
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Post by Sturm on Mar 10, 2007 23:41:43 GMT -5
"Well, at least there's somebody down there," Brandon said. He then jumped down into the hatch, and closed it at the same time. There was then a thump as Brandon landed on the ground. He pulled out his zippo and lit it, trying to see in the pitch black dungeon. "Where are you at, whoever, or whatever you are?" he asked, and pulled out his pistol just in case the thing in question wasn't friendly.
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Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Mar 10, 2007 23:47:35 GMT -5
Celine poked her head out from behind a fallen pipe line. When the light hit her eyes she closed them and turned her head. In doing so she wondered how long she had gone without seeing the light. "The light..." Celine muttered, stepping foward. She might have been blind now, but she could hear his breathing, a loud sound in her ears. Facing him, she stood straight, eyes closed tight. With the new light, a pale face, framed by hair darker than the shadows was shown. "I'm Celine." She told him, her voice cracking from the long silence she had endured.
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Post by Sturm on Mar 11, 2007 0:06:30 GMT -5
"Well then Celine, come with me, we need to get out of here, this tunnel may collapse any minute now. Just follow my footsteps, ok?" he said, and turned back around to the ladder going back up to the hatch.
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Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Mar 11, 2007 0:13:34 GMT -5
"We? No, I'm staying. I can't use one of my arms and I can't go out into the light without pain. I've lived under the threat of collasping tunnels for most of... however long it has been, I don't think I'll fall." Celine explained trying to hide her own fear. Walking in the tunnels she had felt the walls shudder under her fingers. Another crash, loud and echoing almost defened Celine. It was follwed by many others, each lounder and closer than the next.
"Alright, I'll come but... you have to help me out in the light." Celine half told-half begged the man before as she stepped foward.
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Post by Sturm on Mar 11, 2007 0:47:19 GMT -5
"Don't worry, I'll get you out of here just fine, just take my hand, and close your eyes tight," he said and led her to the ladder, and helped her climb up it. "Ready?" he asked, but before she could answer, he flung the hatch open and climbed out, pulling Celine out with him. Brandon helped her sit down on the grass and said, "Now just give your eyes a while to adjust, and you'll be fine. By the way, are you hungry?" He then paused for a moment and said, "Well, I never even told you my name, I'm Brandon."
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Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Mar 11, 2007 0:52:26 GMT -5
Celine merely nodded and shut her eyes tight. Even so she winched as she sat above ground, head down and eyes squeezed shut. "Ah, soon they'll be fine." Her voice wavered as the light peirced through her eyelids. "Hungry--no." She said simply, she had hit the point of so much hunger you could no longer feel it, and you don't desire it anymore. "Brandon, yes, nice to meet you." She said pleasntly.
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Post by Sturm on Mar 11, 2007 1:04:09 GMT -5
"Can you see anything yet?" Brandon asked her, holding out several slices of bread in front of her. "Let me take a look at your arm, looks like you messed it up pretty good," he said.
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Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Mar 11, 2007 12:47:50 GMT -5
Celine opened one eye, instead of blinding pain it was just extremely bright. Now, opening striking green eyes fully for the first time in what seemed ages, she looked around. "Wow, I had forgotten what the upper world looks like, my dreams no longer carry the images of.. grass anymore." Celine commented, taking a slice of bread and nibbiling on it. It had been perhaps years since she had last had bread, it ran out quickly and since then, living in the tunnels she had survived on small underground animals and plants. Sometimes she'd find a lost store of food-- but that was rare.
Celine held out her arm a little, "It hurts a bit, careful." A bloody gash on the upper forearm was caked with dried blood, and a blood-drenched cloth was roughly tied on the wound. "I don't exactly remember how that happened."
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Post by Sturm on Mar 11, 2007 19:57:35 GMT -5
"Hold on a sec, this may hurt a bit," Brandon said as he pulled out his first aid kit, along with a needle and thread. He went to work, first untieing the cloth. He then pulled out his canteen, with what water he had in it, he rinsed off the dried up blood. Then, he went to work on sewing the wound shut, once he was finished, he rubbed some antibiotic cream on it, and covered it with a gauze pad, to keep it from becoming infected. "There, good as new," he said, with a smile on his face.
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Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Mar 14, 2007 19:02:07 GMT -5
"Ah okay." Celine replied, shutting her eyes tightly and looking down. Her free arm snaked up around herself, clutching her stomach. She gasped slightly as the needle went through her flesh, but quickly the receeded and she was left with a stiched arm. Pulling away when he was done, she lifted her arm slight upwards, then when little pain jabbed at her, she pushed it outwards, and the audiable sound of joints popping was heard. "Yes, good as new." Streching both hands of her head she smiled now, the smile lighting up a pale face, "Been awhile since I was able to do that."
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Post by artanas on Apr 10, 2008 17:23:44 GMT -5
From behind a twisted mound of rusted metal, likely what used to be a small building, pokes the head of a small, grubby boy. His eyes widen at seeing the two, and he quickly ducks back out of view. The child, who appears to be around the age of nine or ten, is wearing a tattered covered with mud stains and jeans too large for him, frayed at the bottom and around the knees, covered with holes. He has no shoes, but socks that were probably white when they were made, which now sport an interesting many shades of black and brown. He waits for his heart to stop beating, and then finds a spot in the metal heap where he can watch the two without chance of detection.
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