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Dremaur
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Random Accounts of the Appocalypse

Postby Dremaur » Wed Oct 30, 2013 8:42 am

This RP is for nations to post about an individuals journey through the appocalypse
Just jump into this, and post. Please present a story that people will enjoy reading




John knew it was only a matter of time before they caught up to him. He darted around the corner into an alleyway praying they hadn’t seen him take this route.His prayers went unanswered, though, because once he had gone 30 feet in the darkness, the foaming-at-the-mouth trio of undead were in the alley.

This might be the end... He thought, as he had come to a wall blocking the only other way out. But then he remembered, As he had run, he had made contact with a cold, metal rod going horizontal and another going vertical.

“YES!!!” he screamed out loud.He ran towards the ladder, and the undead. He ran, feeling his heart in his throat.Every step mattered, he told himself, constantly trying to speed up. He would’ve made it, had he not tripped.

His head hit the concrete with a sickening splat. He tried to get up, but nausea kept bringing him down. On the fourth try, though, He had succeeded in getting up, only to come face to face with an infected.

He quickly shoved the women to the ground. And when she hit, he jumped over the body. The other two were attacking a girl he had missed to see.He ran up to the fight, and ripping one zombie off her.The others advance was interrupted by a metal bullet shot through its head.

John looked to the source of the projectile,and found the gun pointing at him.
”I won’t hurt you...” he said, but he was interrupted by the girl wrapping him in a hug. He looked her over, looking for bite marks. She had blue eyes, and black hair down to her chest.
“Whats your name?”John said.
“Sasha”the girl, Sasha, replied.
“come on,lets get you to safety. How old are you, Sasha?” John said, as he gave the young girl a piggyback ride.
“ten”She whispered into his ear. John had come to the ladder, and began climbing.

At the top, he needed to take a break. His head still hurt from the fall.He sat down,and the girl sat next to him.
John felt overcome with sleep,he threatened to pass out right here.

His thoughts were interupted by her voice "Whats yours?"
"My what?"John said
"Your name."She replied
"Oh... Its John. Hey can I see that gun you had?"
She hands the gun to him. He examined it, using his ex-military knowledge to identify it. its a Rueger 35-mm automatic. he hands the gun back, and she asks him "How old are you?
"24"he replies, and asks "Where is your family?"
"I don't know,they went to work this morning and didn't come back"
This news seemed to be hard for herf to share, so Johns didn't prod this subject anymore.

He got up, and told her to follow him.They walked along the roof tops,,and when they got to a Refugee camp, they climbed down through the building and entered the Camp, which was a large fence around a hospital.When they had entered, Sasha's parents came running to the entry, seeing there daughter

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou"They told him,as they hugged there daughter.

John Smiled at this.
Last edited by Dremaur on Wed Oct 30, 2013 9:08 am, edited 1 time in total.
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Postby Florys » Wed Oct 30, 2013 9:37 am

Rifleman Cain and Corporal Blythe of the Florysian 1st/12th Infantry regiment disembarked from their Land Rover, their long range patrol of the border cut short by an urgent recall message for all troops, the base was a hive of activity, dozens of helicopters of all shapes and sizes hovered overhead, columns of tanks and armored cars rolled out of the main gates, the drone of engines and clank of tracks was periodically drowned out by the boom of artillery or the scream of a jet passing over head.

"You there, wheres the 1st/12th at!?" Blythe called out to the nearest soldier.

"1.12 are preparing to role out on the man square, I think they're being deployed to the capital!" The young movement controller replied his high-vis vest blowing wildly in the crosswinds of a dozen rotor-wings as he raised his hand to his radio set.

"Are we being invaded, insurgents, rebellion?" Rifleman Cain shouted back as they left for the muster point.

"You haven't heard have you?" The younger man yelled as he jogged away from the pair. "It's Z-Day brother!"
There is a techical term for a tank stranded on the battlefield-A Target!
Armoured Recovery- HM's British Army.

Arete Et Marte-By Skill And Fighting-Cyprus Operational Support Unit.

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