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keeltoll3456 is not online. keeltoll3456
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12 Jun 2013 11:11 PM
* AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you have a short attention span, you will not reach the end of this thread alive. *

FOREWORD:

About a month ago I had a great idea for my return to the ROBLOX storytelling scene: a trilogy of short stories all based around Apocalypse Rising. However, I was taken by surprise when Gusmanak decided it would be a great idea to totally revamp his game, changing the map and adding a ton of new features that ended up destroying my story before it could take off.

This is an abandoned project that I will let fall into the sands of time once a few people have seen it. It is nothing I'm proud of, but I was certain it could go somewhere if it didn't become irrelevant from a single game update.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy.

-keeltoll3456

- RISING -
The following is inspired by true events.

*

“It’s perfect,” Napp said to himself as he strode up to the green jeep before him. Moonlight shone off of the hubcaps. The car was a reassuring sight from all of the on-foot travelling he had done.
He had been walking on the roads for the better part of a week. Always on the move, never resting for more than a few hours. It was safer that way.

The vehicle appeared to have seen better days. The side mirrors were broken off and the front bumper was knocked in. Nothing that some improvised work with scrap metal could fix. A flat tire on the back left was probably the only thing he had to worry about. However, Napp had no way of repairing anything. He was left to his own devices in a new world where anarchy had turned everyday life into disarray. And nobody really knew why.

Only recently had the order been given to evacuate the cities. For safety reasons, civilians were told to stick together in small groups until it was safe to return. But they died that way.
As Napp travelled south from his home in the suburbs of Strive, he went all alone for his own sake. He would pass corpses stripped of all useful material on the side of the road, or abandoned farms with collapsed roofs and hot embers still smoldering on the planks. He was thankful he had encountered no real danger so far, but he was aware of the damage all around him – and he knew he lacked the survival instincts needed to thrive in this new world; this apocalypse.

Setting down his backpack, Napp relieved the bag of the nearly-depleted bottle of fresh water he had stored inside. It would probably be the last drink he’d ever take that wouldn’t make him sick. Tipping the container up, he let the trickle of lukewarm liquid disappear down his throat and afterward tossed the canister away. It was a temporary solution to his pangs of hunger clawing away at his insides.

Napp had spotted the town nearby not too long ago. It had been months since he had seen a map of the continent in his college days, but he could vaguely remember its name – Vista. A little farther into the fog of night could he spot the fringes of the only natural forest for miles around. Rumors always circulated about suspicious activity going on for years in the area, although nothing was certain. It was in military-restricted access; to Napp it seemed fairly obvious that there was something going on there that wasn’t supposed to be known about by the public. In a world without law now, perhaps he could spare the time to visit it.

He originally planned to skirt both Vista and the forest and head west to one of the only hospitals not stationed in a city; the town of Bide. He decided that a journey like that would be much easier if he could bring this jeep along.
He pulled at the door handle a few times, but the car was locked from the inside. Without really considering his next course of action, Napp reached into his empty backpack and grabbed the bottom of the inside, lifting it up like he just put on a boxing glove that went up to his shoulder. Sizing up the window glass, he leaned with his left hand on the car door, and with his best effort, jabbed his other, covered hand forward.

How naïve was he to think that a thin layer of material would protect him from the impact. As the surface splintered into dozens of fragments, pain rebounded through his body like an ocean wave. In one motion he threw aside his backpack on his hand and clutched at his wrist, still sending pulses coursing through his arm. Napp loudly invented some new words to describe his situation, pacing about and trying to imagine the numbness going away.

As his mind raced in his state of anguish, he remembered this same sensation from his younger days. With each throb of his hand, the images of when he first climbed the tree in his front yard came flashing back. It was the afternoon he almost conquered his fear of heights; perched up in third-highest bough (which when he came to think about it, that wasn’t very high at all – the old family cat had done it so many times), trying to see the view below him while leaves and branches blocked his sight. He leaned forward to try and see the top of the utility pole across the street, and within moments he was suddenly back on the ground again, except he first felt like his wrist had disappeared on the way down. He felt it again, though; it surged back into re-existence and formed a scream to escape from his throat.
In another lapse of time, he was standing beside his mother before the receptionist desk at the Strive Hospital’s emergency room, a plastic bag of ice pressed to his swollen forearm, answering the question of “And how did this happen again?” with a sniffle and a “I… tried to climb a tree,” and that was all because he wanted to know how a cat felt.

When he thought about those memories now, it helped him calm down. Napp leaned against the side of the green jeep and allowed himself to sink down into a seated position, miniature crystals of glass only a few inches away next to him. He slowly realized that this was himself he was caring about now – there would be no orange casts on his right arm for his elementary school classmates to sign, and no tall tales to tell by saying he earned it trying to do a trick on his bicycle. His wrist was broken; a moronic decision to punch out a window to unlock an abandoned car.
He needed to get that hospital in Bide. Probably a safer idea would be to find some sort of company along the way so he didn’t have to make such terrible choices alone anymore. There was no point in fending for himself now. He was going to get himself killed like this. He needed supplies and medical care, and more importantly, he needed to know if there were still Robloxians in this world who still valued a sane way of life.
He wanted answers to figure out why he was thrust into a situation like this. And somebody had to know.

While still reeling with the pain of his broken arm, Napp stood and moved to the window, tiny glass pieces crunching under his sneakers. What a fool he was; he saw even more glass had landed in the driver’s seat. Reaching in and avoiding shards of glass still stuck to the edge of the window, he felt around for a lock button and smiled to himself as he heard the responding “clunk” of the shifting of a holding mechanism.
Still doing everything with his left hand, he awkwardly swung the door open and discovered more glass scattering the floor of the vehicle. The car keys were hanging unturned by the engine starter. Looking around, he fortunately found a brush used for cleaning ice off of windshields under the passenger side seat. Napp stood aside as he sent shrapnel flying from the seat, then from the floor. Any remaining glass stuck in the leather interior was picked out carefully by his good hand. Satisfied, he nodded to himself and gathered his empty backpack to sit alongside him in the other front seat. Things were starting to look up.

Napp eased himself into the driver’s seat and enthusiastically shut the door. He sighed as he gripped the ignition key in his left hand and gave it a valiant turn. The motor sputtered. Attempting again, this time the engine roaring to life in response, Napp sat back and listened to the familiar humming that brought him back to civilization at last. The gauges on the dashboard indicated there was still some gas in the tank to cover a good distance.
“It’s perfect,” he repeated to himself.

As he settled himself down and reached across his body to shift gears with his opposite arm, Napp heard something that drained the happiness from his mind:

“You’re surrounded! Get outta th’ car!”

--

That's all I was able to write. I probably won't continue it from here, so thanks for reading and appreciating the small amount of work I've done. I'll have a real story out at some point.

Feedback, as always, is appreciated.
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keeltoll3456 is not online. keeltoll3456
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12 Jun 2013 11:16 PM
not even a "tl;dr" wtf did I even post this in RT
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jangomax is not online. jangomax
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12 Jun 2013 11:17 PM
tl;dr
wrong forum go post this somewhere else
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garrettwar is not online. garrettwar
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12 Jun 2013 11:18 PM
Get out you fail rter keel
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xXcandyXx is not online. xXcandyXx
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12 Jun 2013 11:18 PM
This is great. I love it.
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EverythingIsMacabre is not online. EverythingIsMacabre
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12 Jun 2013 11:51 PM
As always, great work Keel!
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12 Jun 2013 11:52 PM
xd
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Irspai is not online. Irspai
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12 Jun 2013 11:54 PM
saving this
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Cornopalis is not online. Cornopalis
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12 Jun 2013 11:54 PM
my RT novel (The Bong of Destiny) is better and more appropriate for kids
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keeltoll3456 is not online. keeltoll3456
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13 Jun 2013 12:37 PM
@Corn

You do that
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TheHappyGoat is not online. TheHappyGoat
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07 May 2014 06:41 PM
Amazing work as always, Keel. You're a very talented writer. o:
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MS06 is not online. MS06
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07 May 2014 06:43 PM
They are not novels they are posts on a forum
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@garrett
gtfo
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