skullripper48

Rulers of Night

hey guys, can I just make my own character, or no? cause this seems pretty focused

IMPRISONED

"We need support, thhis is whiskey twelve, reporting from the Dunaris Plateau, we are cut off by enemy snipers, we need help!" Buzzed the radio, as it sat on the table, right next to a glass of wine, and a large battle map, the ommand centre was nothing fancy, merely a tent with a lot of tech inside of it.
"I repeat, We need support, thhis is whiskey twelve, reporting from the Dunaris Plateau, we are cut off by enemy snipers, we need help!" Buzzed the radio once more, as the commander strode over, his badges and medals clinking as he walked.
"We are sending support now Whiskey twelve, stay in position." Said the dispatcher, as he sat in his leather, his name, Domonic, monogrammed on his shirt pocket.
"Belay hat order commander, we're leaving," Said the commander as he took the last few sips of his wine.
"Sir, what are you talking about?" He said, flabbergasted, "We still have soldiers in the valley." He asked, as if he was just asked to shoot every member of the military.
"Don't question my orders commander, just collect our supplies.

Eagles over Europe

"The sound of the air, forming like a shield atthe tip of his airplane, was almost deafening to pilot, Mark Young, he had learned to fly before he had learned to drive, and that was saying something, his name was pretty descriptive of himself...
"Thirty million firestorms closin' in!, the flames ofthe rage, could set fire to tin!" Blared the rock music over the radio of the pilots aircraft, ever since he had quit the airforce, he had spent his time rocking out, customizing his plane, and getting high in his partially underground airstrip.

Who is Sam?

"Who does she think she's talking to!?"

"Sam doesn't pay for his drinks or my money back, we isn't controlled by them others, we's gotta make sure, that they's not thinkin' we is weak!"

"Umm, maybe we should pay"
"Umm... maybe we should take this lazy imbecile and shoot her into the sun, but off course, that would take money, which takes me back to the whole, not-paying thing!!!"

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"Ok, here is the 14.95, and an extra buck for you." Said sam, his hair shaking gently as he handed her the money.
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"D'oh!!!"

"We's messin' up, we's gotta be better at this, or they's not gonna be likin' us!"

Zombies???

As the school bell rang I ran into the classroom, the teacher hadn’t begun her lesson, so I sat down in the first available seat I saw. The teacher then took attendance, “McQuarrie!” “here!” he called back, “Grile!” “Here!” yelled the policeman’s son. The teacher droned on like this, for another ten minutes, then the loudspeaker came on,”attention all teachers, please lock and barricade your doors, we are beginning a lockdown procedure.” The students ran under their desks just like we had practiced last time, The teacher dragged a desk over to the door, and sat under her desk.

Then we all heard the yell coming from the hallway, followed by screams, the students sitting under their desks began to cover their ears, but then I saw them, The kid, Carl Grimes I think, motioned for me to go over to him and his friends. I crawled over as fast as I could. He said quietly, “I don’t know what’s going on, but I doubt we’ll be safe here.” We all nodded in agreement. He silently crawled over to the window, luckily we were on the bottom floor, he opened it without a sound, and waved us over, “Ok, we probably won’t be safe out there either, so let’s get to the cafeteria.” We all nodded and started to quietly run over.

The doors swung open as we entered, and for once the cafeteria was deathly silent, we kept moving, eyes wide open looking for threats. “we have to find my dad, he’s a police officer, so he can help us, and I think I know where he is.” Carl said, as he pointed to the hospital tower in the distance, “You’re James Parker right?” he said, looking at me, I nodded, “yeah, but if your dad is in the hospital, wouldn’t that be b-” Before I could finish my sentence, a noise was heard from the hallway, we all peeked through the doorway, only to see a man, dragging himself along the floor, moaning, with his lower torso and legs completely gone behind him, a trail of organs followed him like tentacles. We all screamed which seemed to get his attention, he dragged himself towards us, we all were too scared to move except Howe, he was the biggest and toughest kid around, he grabbed a chair and hit the mangled man with it, the man stopped and a collection of fluids poured out from his head.

We all sat back, gasping for breath, Howe was staring at the corpse of the man, horrified, “what the hell was that?” Carl said, “I have no clue, but it’s not good.”

Before any of us could finish catching our breath, a noise echoed through the hallway, we all looked down the hall, and say a truly horrifying sight, there were eight of those, things, approaching, they lumbered towards us like they were badly wounded, but they were obviously missing limbs, however they didn’t seem to notice as they charged. Carl belted, “let’s get outa’ here!” We all charged for the doors to the stairs, we didn’t even bother to turn the handles, somehow, the adrenaline pumping through us was enough to let us crash through the door without stopping.
That was when we saw it, a cluster of those, things all gathered around one person, shielded from view by the wall of, things, but whoever it was, they were clearly in trouble.