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Here is my CS. Will make any updates/changes if necessary.

As Olivia opened the grimy and dirty doors to the supermarket, the doors creaked as it slided open. What she saw gave her a fright. Sitting on the floor with his legs splayed out towards her was an African American man, with an afro hairdo. His appearance suggested one of the stereotypical afro-american gangster. He looked young enough, and she wondered how long he had been dead for. Although her knowledge of corpses was limited, she still had the common sense to know that if his body had not decayed yet, he couldn't have been long dead. What drew her eye was the object he held in his left hand. A weapon. Not just any weapon, but a Taurus Model 605 Revolver. Any weapon would be nice. He wouldn't be needing that anymore anyway.

Slowly moving towards the body to make an attempt to retrieve the pistol, she kept any eye on the figure the whole time, making sure he really was dead. As she got to the corpse, she crouched down slowly, eyes ever watching on the man, she tried to pry the weapon from his hand. His hands had long since gone stiff as rigor mortis set in, his grip on the revolver was like a miser holding on to his coin pouch. After several futile attempts to pry his fingers loose and failing, she then use her machete to chop off the fingers around the grip of the gun, making the process much easier to accomplish. Finally managing to get rid of the dead man's fingers, she checked the gun, and noticed it was still in relatively good condition. Opening the bullet chamber, she noticed that out of the six bullet slots, there were still four bullets in them. That was great. She now had a sidearm of own, even if it was just four bullets.

Walking through the deserted supermarket, with its shelves either empty or in disarray, Olivia kept on a lookout for any items of value. Both food products would have spoilt by now, so it would be a better idea to look for something that she can use. The freezers had long gone out of power, and the stench of rotting food as she passed by the frozen section was overwhelming. As she walked past the many shelves, she past by food, food and more food. All spoilt and useless by now.
@Hexaflexagon

I've got some questions.

1. What combat roles are available?
2. What kind of writing sample do you need?
Laura Miller

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August 18, 2039 10:05 AM
Central Brooklyn


As Laura got closer to the source of the ear-splitting scream, she saw that it had came from a man. And he didn't look like a raider. That was great. She didn't have to kill him then. Besides, from her position, he looked to be in pretty bad-shape. He was still moaning about, and he rolled over and clutched his head. He struggled to stand, and as he faced her, she saw the familiar crimson sight of blood.

Was he injured perhaps?

He sure looked like it. As she walked up to the guy, she took in his appearance. A tall and gangly man with a shock of wavy brown hair. His hair looked like it was soaked in a combination of sweat and blood. How long had he been injured? His face seemed to be flowing with blood, and so was his sweatshirt.

This man here, though he looked half-dead, was the first living person she had seen that wasn't a bandit raider. Some company would be nice, it's been a long time since she has had any company of any sort.

As Laura crouched down, she swung back her rifle and began to stare at the guy, she spoke "Hey, are you alright? Do you need help?" She then placed her backpack on the ground as she took out a relatively clean piece of cloth, she normally used for wrapping goods to wrap it up. She tied the cloth around his wound, like a bandana of sorts.

Best keep that covered until they find medication of any sort. Looking around, she saw that the two of them were completely alone in the deserted streets. Prodding the guy, she kept on the look-out for any sign that the guy was beginning to regain consciousness.
@Serum

Sounds great. She has been on the run for a long time. Someplace comfortable would be great.
Enjoy your Father's Day!
@Serum

Hi Serum, I have made the post to meet you. :)
Laura Miller

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August 18, 2039 10:00 AM
Central Brooklyn


As Laura walked around the city, going into abandoned buildings, one after another, she found very little items worthy of note. She had gone in restaurants, smaller diners, grocery stores, apartments, and most of them had already been scavenged by bandits or the many other travellers roaming the streets. Expired food, useless items like toys or storybooks of subjects long past were the pick of the day. Expired food had long since rotten, and these storybooks were no longer needed, an artifact of the past. Many of these buildings were but a shell of their existing self, and those that survived the shelling, were not much better. Although intact, they too suffered the fate of the rest of buildings among them. Abandoned.

While searching around in a grocery store in one of the many deserted streets filled with wreckage of cars, she happened to chance upon a pair of bandits walking around like they owned the road. These bandits never learnt. They didn't had to, not many people dared to stand up to them anyway. Well, in a way it was great for her, that they did not. It made hunting them alot easier being the dumb arrogant nuts that they were. One of them was carrying the same assault rifle she was using as well. Perfect. More ammunition.

Using the grocery store as cover, Laura began taking aim before firing away the bandits. Her first shot took the pair by surprise, and the first fell in shock. Unfortunately, she had missed the mark, and only managed to wound him somewhere in his torso. A shootout then occurred among the three of them, the resounding cracks of gunshots echoing throughout the city.

The two bandits were pinned in their only cover in the streets, while she had the freedom to move around through the store, and after several more rounds of exchanged gunfire cracked around, she got the better of them.

She run to check the corpses for potential loot, scavenging whatever ammunition they had left from the fight. It was then that she heard the ear-splitting scream. It made her jump with fright, and rifle in hand, she ran towards the source of the sound, trying to figure out whatever made that unearthly sound.
@SepticGentleman @Horrid

Hey you guys in NYC, interested in meeting up?
Laura Miller

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August 18, 2039 9:30 AM
New York City


Laura was somewhere in the ruins of the once bustling city of New York. She was in an small abandoned eatery somewhere near the roadside. Outside, the corpses of two bandit raiders stood eternal guard by the door, as a fatal warning to any who might want to enter. These were scum, the villainy that now roam the wastelands, preying on the less fortunate.

She had her assault rifle slung behind her back, as she began to search the premises for supplies of any sort. Anything she could find to trade would prove helpful. She doubt that there'll still be any food left, but it didn't hurt to check. One of the bandits had a pocket radio on him, and it provided her with more than just silence.

I don't want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart
In my heart I have but one desire
And that one is you no other will do


The raiders had hardly anything on them. Seems like they were foraging for stuff as well. She had surprised them and gunned them down without mercy. These raiders deserved no mercy as they themselves granted none. The diner fared slightly better as she managed to find some knives, dull but still somewhat sturdy. Wrapping them and placing them in her backpack, she moved to leave the diner when she came across the sounds of excited chatter and uncontrollable laughter.

Three raiders were walking down the street, talking loudly and laughing away as though nothing worried them in the world. They were foolish, and that would be their undoing. Swinging her rifle towards her front as rested it on one of the ruined window sills, she took aim, and fired, with the song still playing on the radio in the background.

I've lost all ambition for wordly acclaim
I just want to be the one you'd love
And with your admission that you'd feel the same
I'll have reach the goal I'm dreaming of believe me
I don't want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart


The gunshots echoed in the city, as the bandit in the front, dropped dead. The other two started to panic, and attempted to rush for cover, but that particular street they were on offered little cover, and they couldn't figure out where the shot was coming from. Several shots later, they too followed their comrade into the afterlife as she picked them off easily enough. Slinging back the rifle, Laura exited the diner as she moved to search the belongings of the new set of raiders.
Frak. I didn't realised there were IC posts up already. Will get mine up ASAP.
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