I wanna do a flashback too, but would totally feel like I was just copying everyone else :(
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M, UK.
Returning to the site after a 5/6 year break. Keen to get writing again.
I used to frequent this site heavily about 10 years ago and was involved in many fantastic stories; meeting a plethora of writers with imaginations compared to which mine own paled. I'm hoping to rekindle my love for writing and meet other like-minded individuals.
This a second account, as I forgot the details of my original one.
Returning to the site after a 5/6 year break. Keen to get writing again.
I used to frequent this site heavily about 10 years ago and was involved in many fantastic stories; meeting a plethora of writers with imaginations compared to which mine own paled. I'm hoping to rekindle my love for writing and meet other like-minded individuals.
This a second account, as I forgot the details of my original one.
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Alex - Car Wreck
Blackness. It seemed to last forever. In a sense, it was bliss. It was an escape from the never ending torment of his waking nightmares. He wanted to give in to the darkness and lay in peaceful slumber forever. Although something stopped him. A nagging feeling had sprouted in the depths of his mind and had begun to spread, the urgency of it increasing by the second. It told him he couldn't rest. Not yet.
As his mind emerged from the darkness, pain engulfed his body. Alex opened his eyes. It was dark. Shit. He was vaguely aware of the little girl's voice somewhere, but his head was spinning and his senses are distorted. What had happened? They escaped that school, he had met Roland, then... black. Dammit. It'd come back to him soon though, he was sure. One thing that was clear was the danger they were all in. As if to emphasize that, the groans of the undead traveled on the wind, a nightmarish symphony. Fuck. He needed to get everyone out.
It took Alex a few moments to realize just why his head was swimming so badly. He was upside down. Luckily, he'd been wearing his seat belt when whatever happened had happened, so he was dangling upside down, supported by the seat belt. For whatever reason, the airbag had deployed, but sagged down, a deflated mess. The impact must have popped it. He wasn't even aware that was possible... But hell. This wasn't too bad. He'd covered rollover drills in his basic training. Although to be honest, all it did was teach the obvious - supporting yourself, get your seat belt off, lower yourself down and get out the nearest exit. Putting one hand on the roof of the car, and pressing his legs out against the dashboard, he used his free hand to un-clip his seat belt. His seat belt fell limp, but he remained rigid where he supported himself. He gently lowered himself down and out of the already broken window in one slow, careful movement.
Crawling out of the vehicle, Alex slowly stood. His head spun and he almost lost his balance his vision hazed over. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself. His limbs felt leaden and he was exhausted. He shook his head, dismissing the tiredness. He'd been through worse. He quickly patted himself down, checking for any injuries or bleeds. He was battered and bruised and had a cut on the side of his head (Which was no longer bleeding, but left the right side of his hair a sticky, matted mess), but aside from that, he'd gotten off lightly. His seat belt had saved him from any serious or permanent damage.
He couldn't see much around him due to the night sky, but the moon lit enough for him to work out what had happened. Judging by the skid marks and debris, they'd been hit by another car, which had then veered off the bridge. Jesus Christ. Purposely or not, that was the second living person that had tried to kill him today. Fan-fucking-tastic.
It was then he remembered the voice outside of the car. He slowly walked around the car, his limbs feeling heavy and wooden. He then saw the girl, who seemed to be trying to rouse someone in the car... Blondie? He made a mental note to himself to learn everyone's names if they got out of this. Alex approached her,
"Hey... Are you okay?"
His throat burned. He hadn't drunk any fluids since entering the school. Fumbling with one of his webbing pouches, he pulled out one of his full water bottles, taking a few disciplined sips before offering it to the girl. Should she accept, he'd tell her to sip and not guzzle the water. He then placed it back inside it's pouch, securing it shut.
He spoke in a hushed tone, his voice soft but still authoritative.
"We need to work together here, okay? Do you think you can try to keep a watch out for anything whilst I try to help everyone else? Do you still have your pistol?"
He gave her a moment to process what he'd said and answer before continuing;
"I'm Alex, by the way." He smiled at her, "You're going to be fine. You can do this. I believe in you."
Blackness. It seemed to last forever. In a sense, it was bliss. It was an escape from the never ending torment of his waking nightmares. He wanted to give in to the darkness and lay in peaceful slumber forever. Although something stopped him. A nagging feeling had sprouted in the depths of his mind and had begun to spread, the urgency of it increasing by the second. It told him he couldn't rest. Not yet.
As his mind emerged from the darkness, pain engulfed his body. Alex opened his eyes. It was dark. Shit. He was vaguely aware of the little girl's voice somewhere, but his head was spinning and his senses are distorted. What had happened? They escaped that school, he had met Roland, then... black. Dammit. It'd come back to him soon though, he was sure. One thing that was clear was the danger they were all in. As if to emphasize that, the groans of the undead traveled on the wind, a nightmarish symphony. Fuck. He needed to get everyone out.
It took Alex a few moments to realize just why his head was swimming so badly. He was upside down. Luckily, he'd been wearing his seat belt when whatever happened had happened, so he was dangling upside down, supported by the seat belt. For whatever reason, the airbag had deployed, but sagged down, a deflated mess. The impact must have popped it. He wasn't even aware that was possible... But hell. This wasn't too bad. He'd covered rollover drills in his basic training. Although to be honest, all it did was teach the obvious - supporting yourself, get your seat belt off, lower yourself down and get out the nearest exit. Putting one hand on the roof of the car, and pressing his legs out against the dashboard, he used his free hand to un-clip his seat belt. His seat belt fell limp, but he remained rigid where he supported himself. He gently lowered himself down and out of the already broken window in one slow, careful movement.
Crawling out of the vehicle, Alex slowly stood. His head spun and he almost lost his balance his vision hazed over. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself. His limbs felt leaden and he was exhausted. He shook his head, dismissing the tiredness. He'd been through worse. He quickly patted himself down, checking for any injuries or bleeds. He was battered and bruised and had a cut on the side of his head (Which was no longer bleeding, but left the right side of his hair a sticky, matted mess), but aside from that, he'd gotten off lightly. His seat belt had saved him from any serious or permanent damage.
He couldn't see much around him due to the night sky, but the moon lit enough for him to work out what had happened. Judging by the skid marks and debris, they'd been hit by another car, which had then veered off the bridge. Jesus Christ. Purposely or not, that was the second living person that had tried to kill him today. Fan-fucking-tastic.
It was then he remembered the voice outside of the car. He slowly walked around the car, his limbs feeling heavy and wooden. He then saw the girl, who seemed to be trying to rouse someone in the car... Blondie? He made a mental note to himself to learn everyone's names if they got out of this. Alex approached her,
"Hey... Are you okay?"
His throat burned. He hadn't drunk any fluids since entering the school. Fumbling with one of his webbing pouches, he pulled out one of his full water bottles, taking a few disciplined sips before offering it to the girl. Should she accept, he'd tell her to sip and not guzzle the water. He then placed it back inside it's pouch, securing it shut.
He spoke in a hushed tone, his voice soft but still authoritative.
"We need to work together here, okay? Do you think you can try to keep a watch out for anything whilst I try to help everyone else? Do you still have your pistol?"
He gave her a moment to process what he'd said and answer before continuing;
"I'm Alex, by the way." He smiled at her, "You're going to be fine. You can do this. I believe in you."
The GM giveth, and the GM taketh away!
Gahd I'm really enjoying this RP. Reference the fast forward - I thought it was due, it moved the plot along nicely.
ALSO - I'm going away next week, so I may not be able to post. I really don't want Alex to die though :/ I'll try my best to post if I can, but I'll be really really busy.
Gahd I'm really enjoying this RP. Reference the fast forward - I thought it was due, it moved the plot along nicely.
ALSO - I'm going away next week, so I may not be able to post. I really don't want Alex to die though :/ I'll try my best to post if I can, but I'll be really really busy.
Interested. Hey@DJAtomika
The shot rang out through the endless hallways, a reverberating lament. The door that had initially presented freedom and hope, had instead heralded doom. Or at least Doris' doom.
"CONTACT!" Without so much as a thought, Alex hit the deck, crawling to the wall by the door for cover. What the fuck was happening? Had someone been aiming for a walker and missed? Another shot shattered a nearby window, erasing all doubt. Some asshole was taking potshots at them, not the undead.
The elderly lady whom had been so full of life and determination only moments ago had slumped to the floor, clutching at a devastating gunshot wound in her chest. It wouldn't take a doctor to tell you she wasn't getting back up from that. Not living anyway. Blondie and the newcomer seemed to have kept the little one safe. A resounding boom shook the entire building. Again; What the FUCK was happening?
The groans of the recently risen were getting closer and closer. They were minutes away from being zombie-chow. The gunfire sounded like it'd stopped, replaced by the sound of someone desperately revving an engine. Could someone be coming to help them? Alex scowled. Yeah right. More like the guy taking shots at them was coming to finish the job. Fuck. What could they do? If they stayed here, they'd be eaten. If they got out the door, they might get shot. The decision wasn't a hard one. Maybe dying was a hell of a lot better than definitely dying. Seemed Blondie had reached the same conclusion and had begun attempting to knock the door down. Although she gave the door some powerful shoves, it wasn't giving. Although she had weakened it considerably. His name pierced the chaos.
"Oy! Alex! Ye're the strong type! Come help me with this bloody door!"
He rose to a low crouch, turning to Blondie and nodding. Happy the gunshots had ceased, he rose to full height in front of the door, coiling his right leg into his body before unleashing it into the door with devastating, practiced force. The door flew off it's hinges and Alex was momentarily blinded by the light that flooded into the now empty door frame. His eyes adjusted as a deafening roar announced the arrival of a car, which skidded to a stop in front of him. The car was a mess. The right window was smashed and the body was riddled with bullet holes. But Alex wasn't the sort to look a gift horse in the mouth. The guy had to be helping right? That was the only reason he would have taken gunfire for them and stopped here. He'd take any help he could get.
"Everyone into the car! Hurry!" He threw the passenger door open, getting in and turning to their savior "DRIVE!" It might have seemed a rude thank you for saving them, but there would be time for gratitude later. For now, all that mattered was getting the group to safety. He wouldn't let them down. He'd save them.
"CONTACT!" Without so much as a thought, Alex hit the deck, crawling to the wall by the door for cover. What the fuck was happening? Had someone been aiming for a walker and missed? Another shot shattered a nearby window, erasing all doubt. Some asshole was taking potshots at them, not the undead.
The elderly lady whom had been so full of life and determination only moments ago had slumped to the floor, clutching at a devastating gunshot wound in her chest. It wouldn't take a doctor to tell you she wasn't getting back up from that. Not living anyway. Blondie and the newcomer seemed to have kept the little one safe. A resounding boom shook the entire building. Again; What the FUCK was happening?
The groans of the recently risen were getting closer and closer. They were minutes away from being zombie-chow. The gunfire sounded like it'd stopped, replaced by the sound of someone desperately revving an engine. Could someone be coming to help them? Alex scowled. Yeah right. More like the guy taking shots at them was coming to finish the job. Fuck. What could they do? If they stayed here, they'd be eaten. If they got out the door, they might get shot. The decision wasn't a hard one. Maybe dying was a hell of a lot better than definitely dying. Seemed Blondie had reached the same conclusion and had begun attempting to knock the door down. Although she gave the door some powerful shoves, it wasn't giving. Although she had weakened it considerably. His name pierced the chaos.
"Oy! Alex! Ye're the strong type! Come help me with this bloody door!"
He rose to a low crouch, turning to Blondie and nodding. Happy the gunshots had ceased, he rose to full height in front of the door, coiling his right leg into his body before unleashing it into the door with devastating, practiced force. The door flew off it's hinges and Alex was momentarily blinded by the light that flooded into the now empty door frame. His eyes adjusted as a deafening roar announced the arrival of a car, which skidded to a stop in front of him. The car was a mess. The right window was smashed and the body was riddled with bullet holes. But Alex wasn't the sort to look a gift horse in the mouth. The guy had to be helping right? That was the only reason he would have taken gunfire for them and stopped here. He'd take any help he could get.
"Everyone into the car! Hurry!" He threw the passenger door open, getting in and turning to their savior "DRIVE!" It might have seemed a rude thank you for saving them, but there would be time for gratitude later. For now, all that mattered was getting the group to safety. He wouldn't let them down. He'd save them.
Momentarily safe, the adrenaline rush left him as quickly as it had kicked in. His hands began shaking and his breaths came short and ragged. He was vaguely aware of the group speaking, but all noise faded into the background. Things began to blur and his eyes glazed over as his mind drifted.
"Oy, what's-yer-name, our pal here needs help up these stairs. I don't think she'll make it on her own. Besides, we need to go up to get somewhere safer, which is anywhere but here. If there's an alternate route out of the school somewhere else, I say we head in that general direction, but we ain't goin' anywhere until she gets help."
His eyes focused and he snapped back to reality. He'd almost had a panic attack. Those had come regularly since getting back from Afghanistan. The odd thing was, though, that for whatever reason, being under pressure or in a stressful situation seemed to alleviate the stress. Dismissing the thought, he spoke to the woman.
"Yeah... uh... It's Alex." All assertiveness gone from his voice. He'd heard a small voice pipe up with the idea of searching for supplies. It'd be a fruitless search. The only place with supplies of any use would be the med bay, not schoolkid's desks or lockers. He looked to the elderly woman, who seemed to have somewhat regained her vigor. It was obvious it was all a facade though. She was running on fumes.
Distant footsteps echoed down the shadowy corridor, accompanied by a quiet symphony of quiet groans. The others hadn't seemed to have heard yet. Alex had been about to mention it when a stranger came hurtling towards them, a look of blind panic painted on his face. The stranger barreled into them, seemingly too flustered to say anything.
If Alex didn't do something, they were all dead. But he found himself unable to think. The usual anxiety and fear had cast a suffocating fog over his mind and he couldn't seem to formulate any sort of plan. Luckily, (As unlikely as it may seem!) The old lady had taken the lead. There was life in her yet! Checking he had one in the chamber of his glock, he followed behind her, wondering just what it was she had in mind. Wether she had a plan, or was simply guiding them deeper and deeper into the school, trapping them and sealing their doom.
"Oy, what's-yer-name, our pal here needs help up these stairs. I don't think she'll make it on her own. Besides, we need to go up to get somewhere safer, which is anywhere but here. If there's an alternate route out of the school somewhere else, I say we head in that general direction, but we ain't goin' anywhere until she gets help."
His eyes focused and he snapped back to reality. He'd almost had a panic attack. Those had come regularly since getting back from Afghanistan. The odd thing was, though, that for whatever reason, being under pressure or in a stressful situation seemed to alleviate the stress. Dismissing the thought, he spoke to the woman.
"Yeah... uh... It's Alex." All assertiveness gone from his voice. He'd heard a small voice pipe up with the idea of searching for supplies. It'd be a fruitless search. The only place with supplies of any use would be the med bay, not schoolkid's desks or lockers. He looked to the elderly woman, who seemed to have somewhat regained her vigor. It was obvious it was all a facade though. She was running on fumes.
Distant footsteps echoed down the shadowy corridor, accompanied by a quiet symphony of quiet groans. The others hadn't seemed to have heard yet. Alex had been about to mention it when a stranger came hurtling towards them, a look of blind panic painted on his face. The stranger barreled into them, seemingly too flustered to say anything.
If Alex didn't do something, they were all dead. But he found himself unable to think. The usual anxiety and fear had cast a suffocating fog over his mind and he couldn't seem to formulate any sort of plan. Luckily, (As unlikely as it may seem!) The old lady had taken the lead. There was life in her yet! Checking he had one in the chamber of his glock, he followed behind her, wondering just what it was she had in mind. Wether she had a plan, or was simply guiding them deeper and deeper into the school, trapping them and sealing their doom.
I actually drove past Easton yesterday when I was driving home for the weekend. My girlfriend gave me the oddest look when my face lit up and I randomly announced, "HEY! EASTON!!!"
@Fillet There you go bud. You're in, and you've brought plenty of friends.
@AiyvaGuard Good to hear it!
<Snipped quote by Darcs>
Not as real as having your face eaten off.
@DJAtomika Yeah we probably should. I've been generous. Afkers will be getting murdered in my next post, so you guys might wanna hop to it.
EDIT: I'll be extra kind. You've all got 24 hours to post. After that it's nom nom time.
Just so I don't get "nom'd", clarifying again I'm not going to post til others do just so I'm not dominating the story! Feels like myself and @DJAtomika are taking over, heh.
Kinda feel like I'm posting a bit too much! I don't wanna dominate the story so I'll give others a bit more of a chance to post. :)
Argh, I posted before I looked here. -_- Let me just edit my post!
Edit: Alright, there we go. Hopefully that fits in better.
Edit: Alright, there we go. Hopefully that fits in better.
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