Futuristic World's Ending

[HannaTheHippy]

She followed him out of the door, glancing around the area as he climbed up the fence. She walked over to him, jumping up to grab his hand. She lifted herself up on the fence, sliding down.


"Now what?" She muttered, glancing back up at him.

 

[The Jackal]

Vincent Marshall

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Vincent quickly hoisted the girl up and then slid down the fence with her, taking notice of the dead or dying plants in the backyard that they were in before walking across it, avoiding plants as he did, and jumping the next fence in the same fashion. He paused as they came to a stop in the third backyard and made his way towards the door which he opened slowly and peaked through to find an empty room, signaling to Madeline to come over as he opened the door and switched on his flashlight which was obviously running low, evident by the weakness of the beam. As they explored the desolate house Vincent's flashlight flickered then shut off, the male looking down and tapping it lightly.


"Dammit, c'mon, c'mon... Dammit, it's dead." He whispered.


The male continued to the front door where he peaked through the grimy and broken glass and spotted the gas station a few meters away. They could dash. Slowly, he turned the creaky door knob and pushed it open, stepping through as he crouched low in cover behind the wooden door as he signaled the Madeline to join him at the door.

 

[HannaTheHippy]

She vaulted over the next fences with him as he did, entering the room as he went in. She sighed, keeping watch of the door they came in. She heavily sighed as she watched the dim flashlight go dimmer, then die. Madeline wandered over to Vincent as he propped open the door, crouching and signaling back to her. She did as told, creeping over to him in a low crouch.


She craned her head out of the door, gesturing up to the dark, cloudy sky.


"Think it'll rain or pass?" She smirked, noting she was completely off topic.

 

[The Jackal]

Vincent Marshall

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Vincent glanced over his shoulder as Madeline crouched by him before tracing her gaze up to the dark clouds that were harbouring overhead menacingly. He shivered at a cool breeze that penetrated his jacket and ran a chill through his spin before he looked back at Madeline, studying her features slightly as though they just met before shrugging his shoulders.


"I don't know, knowing this place though, I think it will rain."


He grinned as a thought came to a mind, a childish thought, but still a thought that could actually be helpful in this situation. Grinning, he turned and looked at Madeline again before signalling to the gas station by giving a little flick of his head in it's direction.


"Think they might have buckets ? We could get some water." He said.

 

[HannaTheHippy]

She kept looking up until he spoke, shrugging her shoulders at the question.


"They might, but I kinda highly doubt it.We should still look around for a few, though."

 

[The Jackal]

Vincent Marshall

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Vincent nodded as he rose up and peaked through the broken glass of the front door, staring at the entrance to a highway before crouching again and looking at Madeline. He paused before sliding the door open a little more so he had full view of the gas station. In the silence that follow a small ray of light cut through the dark clouds and caused a glint of light to flash from the window of the station. Within the rays of light that burned away the shadows a single figure was visible with a gun aimed at them.


"Oh shit."


Vincent instantly grabbed Madeline's arm hard and dragged her back into the house just as a few rounds came flying at them, lodging themselves into the thin paper walls of the house. Once they were inside Vincent released his grip from Madeline and looked around, resting his gaze on a table then a few chairs. He stood and made his ways over to the chairs which he lifted up and dragged towards the door before throwing them down near it. He then turned to Madeline and pointed to the table.


"If that guy keeps shooting like Rambo he'll attract a horde... I'd rather not be standing here and waiting for it to kick down the door.

 

[HannaTheHippy]

"Where do you suggest we go, then? The gas station was our only plan." She muttered, narrowing her eyes at him.


Not saying she wanted to go there, but if the guy was there, she doubted there was any loot left.

 

[The Jackal]

Vincent Marshall



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Vincent peaked out of the door once more but ducked quickly as a few more bullets were shot. He turned and looked at Madeline before signalling to the stairs. He reached over his back and once again swapped his rifle with his axe before making his way up the stairs with sniper rifle in hand.


"Okay, I'll head up to the roof and see if I can silence Mr. Trigger Happy, you stay here and barricade. I don't want to be crept up on my a zombie that you let in."


He then continued to make his ways up the stairs until he came to a stop while looking at a small circular hole that was on the 3rd and top floor. He looked around quickly before resting his gaze on a large chair which he dragged over to the hole and stood on, reaching up to the hole. A few more seconds and Vincent grabbed hold of the edge of the hole before hoisting himself up slowly.

 

[HannaTheHippy]

She watched him, nodding before creeping up the stairs.She waited for further instruction from him, waiting closely by the stairs. As she heard him come up, she glanced at him, listening.


"Got it." She nodded, taking in the information.


She watched as Vincent went up, before quietly muttering 'good luck' to him.


She traced her way back down the stairs, barricading doors and windows with scattered objects.

 

[The Jackal]

Vincent Marshall



​

After his little struggle to get up, Vincent crouched low on the roof as he tried to regain his bearings. A few more gunshots signaled where he was supposed to shoot and he crept very low towards the edge of the roof where he crouched behind an air-con unit. He slowly pulled back the chamber guard on his rifle and watched an empty shell drop to the ground before raising himself above the air-con and fixing his sights of the shooter. He grinned before tightening his finger on the trigger.


"Good night." He whispered.


Unfortunately for Vincent, the shooter had noticed his shadowy figure on the roof and had turned to fire at him. While most bullets sunk themselves into the air-con unit a few went shooting by Vincent before one finally lodged itself between his left hip bone and kidney. Vincent yelped in agony before taking the shot, the 50. cal bullet went flying towards the shooter before piercing the skin around his chest, flying through his rib cage, then hitting the left lung which was punctured with ease. The shooter stumbled back and fell back into a shelf which collapsed to the ground with a loud clatter of shattered glasses. Vincent let out a sigh of relief before lowering his rifle to the ground and sliding down the air-con unit to the ground where he placed a shaky hand to his wound and breathed slowly.

 

[HannaTheHippy]

After finishing the barricade on the levels, Madeline sat down next to the air-con unit, waiting for Vincent to come down again. As the bullets stopped, Madeline felt a rush of panic, that soon overcame everything else. When Vincent dropped back and entered, Madeline was instantly hit with a rush of relieve; until she noted the blood that came with the bullet wound, accompanied by Vincent's shaking hands and slow breath. Madeline stood up rather quickly, stepping over to Vincent. She knelt near him, pressing her hands over top of his.


"What do I do?" Madeline looked around, then back at Vincent with an expression of confusion.

 

[The Jackal]

Vincent Marshall



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Vincent shook his head and removed her hands, lowering them to her side before looking around at the room as though it was a new thing. He then looked down at Madeline again, his emotions and face concealed behind his gas mask as he stood and stared at the girl like she was a foreign being. After a few seconds he seemed to snap back to reality, removing his hands as the gloves were stained with blood. He quickly removed his jacket and let it fall to the floor as he stared at Madeline, removing his mask as he continued to stare.


"We need bandages and tweezers... Oh and some painkillers because, holy shit does this hurt."





He grinned, at least his humor was still intact and unharmed. The same could not be said for his hip though, the bullet had lodged itself pretty deep in and was blocked slightly with a bit of bone which the bullet had narrowly missed upon entry.

 

[HannaTheHippy]

"Alright, uhh," She took off the satchel, glancing through it. "I have," She took out a roll of bandages, setting them down next to him. She swore, standing up again.


"I'll look around, don't die." She muttered, frantically running back down stairs.

 

[The Jackal]

Vincent Marshall



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Vincent grinned and nodded, taking the bandages as he proceeded to make his way into the empty kitchen where he sat down leaning on a wall as he put pressure on the wound to stop the blood from seeping out. He sighed as he slipped his shirt up, studying the wound as he plucked his glove from his hand and ran his bare hand across the area below the wound, wiping blood away from underneath the wound before rubbing it in between his fingers slowly.

 

[Andy Samberg]

Theriad circled outside, looking around at the mass of deadened bodies that lay barren on the ground. He inhaled some of the noxious fumes, getting used to it at this point as he surged forward. He moved through the streets, noting some of the houses and debating whether or not to search them. He knew how to narrow the perfect house down. He had been in multiple groups and had picked something up from each. The world he lived in was screwed, don't trust anyone unless they are weak which sounded horrid but was true. And one mistake could lead to your death. Like the mistake of going into an abandoned (kind of) Police Station when this shit hole started. Luckily, he had a lackee to get away from it all, but it haunted him today. Knowing that that should have been him, but instead was young Johnny. He shrugged at the thought, paying more attention to a small shack-like house run down and looking inhabited. He waltzed to the window, peeking in for a moment as he saw two figures standing. They could have easily been walkers being isolated when it all started, or they could have been worse. People.


After all of the traveling and dodging and hiding, he learned that the worst thing out there is people. But he knew their weaknesses and their fears. All of them. Fear of dying. He embraced his death. It was inevitable. He wasn't scared of the walkers, they were just rotting flesh and teeth. He peeked again and saw the figures shaking their arms but not doing anything audible. He knew they weren't walkers, as they were still doing human motions like gesturing and shaking their hands. He took a step away from the window, his foot crunching under the sound of dried and dead grass. He looked around for a second. This was a great neighborhood. Or used to be. But back to the matter at hand. He was hungry and almost out of weapons.


He crouched by the door, wondering what would be the best way to dispatch of the men, at least two of them. He looked through his selection. A baseball bat slung on his backpack, a simple machete that he always had, or a pistol with four shots left. He tucked the pistol away. Only for emergencies he always told himself. Before he could decide what weapon to take care of the men in, shouting was heard at the door. The knob turned and Theriad was caught by surprise. The man looked shocked as Theriad stood, raising the bat as the man backed up. "N-N-No!" He shouted as Theriad swung at him with the bat. He fell to the ground in one hit. His fried peered around the corner to see what was happenning as Theriad rushed forward, swinging again and bringing him down too. The othe rgot up with his Jawline crooked and swollen. He drew a knife, stabbing at Theriad.


With a lucky block, it landed straight in the baseball bat as Theriad jerked it to the right, probably breaking the man's wrist. He cackled as he swung again at the second man. They were left incapitated on the ground, one clutching his wrist, the other knocked out cold. He put the baseball bat back then saying the the broken-wristed, "I'm going to take your food and guns now, if you have a problem with that, please speak now." The man just looked at him shocked. "Good." As he got a plastic zip tie, clipping it around his hands and taking his knife while searching for other weapons. He went to the unconcious one, doing the same and walking into what seemed like the kitchen.


On the counter, cans of food and supplies such as pots and pans were sitting dormant. He opened a smile, opening his backpack that was literally empty and shoving it all in there. He looked at the empty fridge, opening it and seeing guns and weapons in. "One's world is small when He doesn't open it." He said to himself. He checked out the guns. They had this figured out. A shotgun,9 millimeter and a hunter knife was sitting in there, along with some ammo, shells, and can openers and tools. The only problem with it all was that the shotgun didn't work. It was stuck on safety, and the pistol's hammer was stuck. Other than that, the ammo was legit and the knife was intact. He packed that in too.


He walked throughout the one-story house, taking another can of food and more ammo. He walked back to the entry way and stepped over the still unconcious body and the crying, moping man with the zip ties in his hand. He actually kind of pitied him. "Sorry mate, survival of the fittest." As he leaned over and took out the hunting knife. He cut the zip tie, handing him the knife. "I'm going to walk away now. If you so much as swing at me or give me the middle finger as I leave, I will be back and this time you won't just hurt your wrist." He said, smirking and flicking the swollen joint. "RAHH!" He shouted in pain. Theriad walked out, taking his pistol and, just to be mean, shot off a few bullets in the air. All of the walkers should hear that for miles. He smirked again, reloading the pistol and shutting their door.

 

[The Jackal]

[QUOTE="Christian Nether]Theriad circled outside, looking around at the mass of deadened bodies that lay barren on the ground. He inhaled some of the noxious fumes, getting used to it at this point as he surged forward. He moved through the streets, noting some of the houses and debating whether or not to search them. He knew how to narrow the perfect house down. He had been in multiple groups and had picked something up from each. The world he lived in was screwed, don't trust anyone unless they are weak which sounded horrid but was true. And one mistake could lead to your death. Like the mistake of going into an abandoned (kind of) Police Station when this shit hole started. Luckily, he had a lackee to get away from it all, but it haunted him today. Knowing that that should have been him, but instead was young Johnny. He shrugged at the thought, paying more attention to a small shack-like house run down and looking inhabited. He waltzed to the window, peeking in for a moment as he saw two figures standing. They could have easily been walkers being isolated when it all started, or they could have been worse. People.
After all of the traveling and dodging and hiding, he learned that the worst thing out there is people. But he knew their weaknesses and their fears. All of them. Fear of dying. He embraced his death. It was inevitable. He wasn't scared of the walkers, they were just rotting flesh and teeth. He peeked again and saw the figures shaking their arms but not doing anything audible. He knew they weren't walkers, as they were still doing human motions like gesturing and shaking their hands. He took a step away from the window, his foot crunching under the sound of dried and dead grass. He looked around for a second. This was a great neighborhood. Or used to be. But back to the matter at hand. He was hungry and almost out of weapons.


He crouched by the door, wondering what would be the best way to dispatch of the men, at least two of them. He looked through his selection. A baseball bat slung on his backpack, a simple machete that he always had, or a pistol with four shots left. He tucked the pistol away. Only for emergencies he always told himself. Before he could decide what weapon to take care of the men in, shouting was heard at the door. The knob turned and Theriad was caught by surprise. The man looked shocked as Theriad stood, raising the bat as the man backed up. "N-N-No!" He shouted as Theriad swung at him with the bat. He fell to the ground in one hit. His fried peered around the corner to see what was happenning as Theriad rushed forward, swinging again and bringing him down too. The othe rgot up with his Jawline crooked and swollen. He drew a knife, stabbing at Theriad.


With a lucky block, it landed straight in the baseball bat as Theriad jerked it to the right, probably breaking the man's wrist. He cackled as he swung again at the second man. They were left incapitated on the ground, one clutching his wrist, the other knocked out cold. He put the baseball bat back then saying the the broken-wristed, "I'm going to take your food and guns now, if you have a problem with that, please speak now." The man just looked at him shocked. "Good." As he got a plastic zip tie, clipping it around his hands and taking his knife while searching for other weapons. He went to the unconcious one, doing the same and walking into what seemed like the kitchen.


On the counter, cans of food and supplies such as pots and pans were sitting dormant. He opened a smile, opening his backpack that was literally empty and shoving it all in there. He looked at the empty fridge, opening it and seeing guns and weapons in. "One's world is small when He doesn't open it." He said to himself. He checked out the guns. They had this figured out. A shotgun,9 millimeter and a hunter knife was sitting in there, along with some ammo, shells, and can openers and tools. The only problem with it all was that the shotgun didn't work. It was stuck on safety, and the pistol's hammer was stuck. Other than that, the ammo was legit and the knife was intact. He packed that in too.


He walked throughout the one-story house, taking another can of food and more ammo. He walked back to the entry way and stepped over the still unconcious body and the crying, moping man with the zip ties in his hand. He actually kind of pitied him. "Sorry mate, survival of the fittest." As he leaned over and took out the hunting knife. He cut the zip tie, handing him the knife. "I'm going to walk away now. If you so much as swing at me or give me the middle finger as I leave, I will be back and this time you won't just hurt your wrist." He said, smirking and flicking the swollen joint. "RAHH!" He shouted in pain. Theriad walked out, taking his pistol and, just to be mean, shot off a few bullets in the air. All of the walkers should hear that for miles. He smirked again, reloading the pistol and shutting their door.

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