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| 29 Dec 2014 09:27 AM |
The morning was silent, fresh snow on the ground. Less than an hour ago, a helicopter had dropped her off, then left her here. She had been in the hospital, recuperating from a bandit attack- They had taken everything. A pistol, a can of beans, and some Coke were all she had, given to her by the hospitable people who had treated her. Hearing gunshots in the distance, she crouched down next to a tree. She peered around, a finger on the gun's hilt. Bandits. They had dropped her right by bandits' lair.
She wanted revenge. Revenge for what they did to her, revenge for what they did to everyone she knew. Still hiding behind the tree, she slowly raised her pistol. A bullet flew into a distant bandit's arm. She shot again. This time, it was his buddy who was wounded. Her breath clouded in the frozen air as she half-panted, half-laughed. Payback.
So she shot again, and again, and again. The bandits scrambled to see where their attacker was, but no one was in sight. All there was? Trees, snow, and snowy trees. It was as if they were being haunted. Hunted by a vengeful ghost. Frightened out of their wits, they fled from their camp, scurrying and scattering like unsettled vermin.
Seeing no bandits left, she came out from behind her tree. She had drawn out an entire gang from their nest, using a simple Marakrov. Of course, that had taken ammo, and she only had a bullet left. What had been unlucky prior was now extremely lucky for her. This place used to belong to the military before it all happened. She searched, and soon enough, she found both a better gun and bigger magazines. She couldn't resist a smile.
By then, the sky was turning dark indigo. She settled into a small green tent after scavenging for more things to eat or drink. There had also been a set of Rambo pants and a padded shirt, which had previously belonged to her enemies. She put them on; they were warmer. She sat down and began to eat, warmed by the fire she had stolen. Snow melted off of her boots, but the puddle of liquid snow was worth the warmth. As she sat there, she reflected upon herself. It had been exhilarating, shooting down a group of people, even though no one actually died.... She lied down and slept.
The bandits were still out of sight by the next morning. She figured she had driven them out for good. In reality, there had only been two she'd seen. But they were walking around with guns out. That was not a sign of friendliness. She justified her doings with that in mind.
Since nothing was really left for her in that place she'd taken, she set out again. She passed through deserted farm towns, finding jerky here, lemonade there. Ammo was also found, which was good. She needed it if there were more bandits.
A sudden gunshot echoed across the snow and ice, landing square in her ears. Her hand instinctively flew up to her new pistol, which had taken place of the Marakrov. She slowly approached the town she had left, and saw a man and a gun. He was shooting at zombies, which were chasing him. She crept closer, then dashed to a tree. She was going to shoot him. Shoot to kill, the head's the best shot. She looked, and the zombies were dead. He's weak, he's weak. She shot. He stumbled. She shot again, and he ran into a small, deserted town nearby.
She waited him out until late in the evening, shooting whenever he was visible and thus vulnerable. Sick of waiting, she went straight for the man. Her ammo was running out, and this guy was still stubbornly not dead. She found him hiding behind a barn, and she shot until she had only one bullet left. He looked up at her pleadingly, and she realized that he wasn't even carrying a gun.
"Please ... I won't shoot you," he said, standing up shakily. Ashamed, she put away her gun. She had become what she'd hated most. "Here, why don't we team up?" he suggested, his hands still in the air.
"Sure ... Yeah ... sorry," she said. After a moment's hesitation, she asked, "Uh ... Got any 459 ammo?"
"No," he replied. Of course he didn't. "So we're in the same team now, right? You're not going to kill me."
"No, I'm not killing you."
"Okay. Good."
The two of them headed into the town that had previously belonged to bandits, then stolen by an innocent-turned-bandit-vigilante. She found some ammo in a tent, and when she went out, she found a dead body lying in the snow. Blood poured out of him, staining the small snowflakes a dark red.
Her new ally walked up to her, not telling how he killed a man yet surrendered to someone who was playing the same game. Instead, he said,"Do you mind if my friend joins in?" A boy who looked to be his brother walked into sight, and he had a gun. She figured that he was the one to shoot, not the surrenderer.
"No, I don't mind." She didn't want him killing her. If he so much as tried, she was going to kill him. An ugly thought from an ugly monster. She knelt down and stole a hood from the dead body, liking how it fit and kept her moderately warm, as the boys scavenged for whatever they were looking for. As she looted the body more, her partners drifted away to a town nearby. Oh well. She didn't need them anyways.
As night fell on her third night after she was lowered from the helicopter, however, she decided to go the way her allies went, but the sound of an approaching motorcycle made her stop dead in her tracks. She turned and saw bandits riding into the town she'd taken. Nuh-uh-uh. Her instinct to run away was transformed into an instinct to run- to the devils. She hid behind a tree, following her old tactics.
She shot them as they got out of their vehicle, but it wasn't a clear shot. She tried again, and again, but no such luck as getting them good was there for her. She darted to the town, hiding behind a tent. The two were hiding. She shot at one, then the other.
As she shot at one in the tent- almost killing the goddamm soul- the other shot her. Blood poured out of her neck, and her pistol clattered to the ground. She fell as they shot again, and her fading visions were of bandits hovering over her body. The same ones she thought she had gotten rid of got her. They seemed to smirk and snarl as they grabbed for her backpack to loot the goodies inside.
"Serves me right," she mumbled. Her dying words.
---- this actually happened in Apoc Rising |
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| 29 Dec 2014 12:31 PM |
ay
does no one like it?
does no one dislike it?
did you look at all the words and run away? |
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| 29 Dec 2014 12:33 PM |
It's good. I'd like to know what firearms are used, but I could give some examples. |
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| 29 Dec 2014 12:34 PM |
I didn't know what the enemies were using, but I used the Marakrov starter pistol you always spawn with and then the 459, I think, later might've been a rifle somewhere too idk it was a game and I died so I can't go back and tell you |
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| 29 Dec 2014 12:39 PM |
You know, that G3 gun in that game is some serious sh/t, I used it and I killed someone even though they shot me first
but this isn't related to the story |
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| 29 Dec 2014 12:48 PM |
| Of course. The G3 is one of the most celebrated battle rifles next to the FN FAL. |
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| 29 Dec 2014 01:38 PM |
Can't forget the M1 Garand.
-A smile will get you far, but a smile and a gun will get you further.- |
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| 29 Dec 2014 02:12 PM |
| In fact, there are probably more weapons from H&K that have the Internal parts of a G3 rifle than there are original firearms. |
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North1233
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| 29 Dec 2014 04:09 PM |
"Payback."
Roll credits.
[All hail rellycoolistkirby!] [Calling 1st post since 2014] [gg no re] [MLG gamer since the beginning of time] |
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| 29 Dec 2014 04:12 PM |
Go away north you aren't cinema sins |
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North1233
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| 29 Dec 2014 06:55 PM |
Just saying.
[All hail rellycoolistkirby!] [Calling 1st post since 2014] [gg no re] [MLG gamer since the beginning of time] |
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| 29 Dec 2014 07:02 PM |
and now four
north, I find you annoying, but I'm not hating on you ok keep it that way only say something if it's actually intelligent |
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Pruz
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| 29 Dec 2014 07:15 PM |
| I'm in it for the free blood. |
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| 29 Dec 2014 07:24 PM |
| How ironic, I just backed away from a zombie and stepped on an armed mine I was disarming when the zombie attacked. |
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Pruz
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| 02 Jan 2015 11:00 PM |
that one point
when you realize
it's Makarov
not Marakrov |
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| 02 Jan 2015 11:02 PM |
Psst come ere now join my apocalypse twist rp It's good
http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=152952246 |
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| 02 Jan 2015 11:10 PM |
Uh ok so yeah -starts sobbing with dramatic music in the background- |
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| 02 Jan 2015 11:16 PM |
Oh -record scratch is heard and music changes to seventies songs- |
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| 02 Jan 2015 11:20 PM |
| Apocalypse rising sounds intense, too bad I suck at it |
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| 02 Jan 2015 11:21 PM |
Same, Pickachu
I always end up looking for my group and when we do, we hide out in a place where we run out of food and end up being sniped by some other guy |
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