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RetalsStories is not online. RetalsStories
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07 Jul 2011 12:44 PM
[GET OUT OF HERE STALKER!]

"Urgh, Boiled Cola again?" The Voice groaned, gruff and choking behind the Black Paintball Mask, hood pulled up over his head and down over the eyes of the Mask, hiding the heavy black rings under the man's eyes.
"Be grateful we have it. You want to end up like the people out there?" The Second Voice snapped, her voice breaking roughly over her teeth, only made worse by the makeshift Charcoal Filter she wore over her face.
"I never said that Annabelle, I never said that." The man huffed, gathering his coat around him as he pulled his knees into his chest.
"No, but the WAY you said it meant it." Annabelle scoffed, taking the tin kettle from the fire above the steel drum. "There's nothing safer. The water is already contaminated and bottled water is hard to find." She poured the thick, dark brown fluid into two tin cups that were upended by the fire, handling the burning metal carefully as she handed one cup to the man. "Now drink it Darren, we might not find any more."
Darren snarled, and snatched the cup away, gulping it down, before coughing and spluttering as the Boiling Soft Drink burned his throat and mouth.

Outside they listened carefully to Darren's spluttering, many of them looking to each other in what was either a secretly made plan, or a warning that they would not get to the human prey first. A menagerie of tongues, ears, and eyes sampled the air, while those that still clung desperately to their humanity were curled up as broken, sobbing wrecks, or scrabbled wildly among the streets and buildings in the hope that something would reverse that changes that afflicted them. Those that were unaffected stepped carefully, for at any minute they could be jumped by something, at any minute a change could strike, at any second they might be forced to run for cover, from a creature, or from the Military.

Around the City the Military waited, their chainlink fences lined with wire and turrets, Helicopters chattering overhead as they stood around in their Hazmat suits. The City was under quarantine. Nothing was to get in, or out. Family and friends of those inside pleaded uselessly with Captains, Commanders, Doctors and Scientists to allow them inside, or to allow their Friends and Family out. Tanks and Artillery waited on the horizon, and far beyond that, a B-52 Stratofortress waited for the word that would signal it to launch a Tactical Nuclear Strike on the City, and wipe it and all it's inhabitants from existence, guaranteeing the safety of the Nation at the cost of thousands of human lives.
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Post-Apoc, but the Apocalypse is only in a single city. This takes place only about a month after.
Nanite Outbreak. But no one knows for sure what it is, other than the scientists responsible, many of whom are in no state to talk.
People are being changed by the Nanites. This is mostly in the form of an amalgamation between them and another Sentient life form, but the Nanites are resourceful.
Infection is swift, changes are fast, although painful, and it is difficult not to be infected. To prevent Infection you need to have a respiration device that can successfully filter out the Nanites. Since no one is sure what causes it, there is no perfect device, although Gas Masks, Charcoal Filters, Face Wraps, etc. have some use. Most food and water is infected, boiling reduces Nanite levels to a safe level. Most drink Boiled Soft Drinks because they're found in sealed cans and bottles. Food is more difficult to purify, but it's also more difficult for Nanites to infect.
This is set in one ENGLISH City. We're not going to name it. This means ENGLISH Gun Laws. This means that you need a Gun License, and that most firearms are limited to Police and Military. And in case you didn't notice, the Military aren't exactly your friend at the minute. Look up Gun Politics in the United Kingdom on Wiki,pedia.
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Gender:
Appearance:
Clothing:
Former Job: (Although some, such as Doctors, choose to carry on their work in exchange for Pure Food, Drink and Supplies.)
Weapons: (Remember, English Gun Laws.)
Bio: (Yes, you need this. And no TBR.)
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07 Jul 2011 01:01 PM
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07 Jul 2011 01:20 PM
Come on people...
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07 Jul 2011 02:06 PM
Fine then. Here's my CS.

Name: 'Mister Smiley Face'
@ge: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: 'Mister Smiley Face' stands 6' 1", with a slim, almost malnourished build, and pale skin, although his hands and feet are sunburnt and red. He does not show his face, but his hair is black, and long and shaggy enough to be seen, and his eyes are seen to be green.
Clothing: 'Mister Smiley Face' wears a paper bag over his head, with a Smiley Face drawn on it, the eyes cut with small holes so he can see out. His hair just hangs from the back of it, and the tube of a rebreather hangs from the side, trailing down to a small makeshift charcoal filter fitted to his belt. His hands are wrapped with bandages, as are his feet, and a thick green jacket covers his upper body, along with a blue T-Shirt underneath it. His lower body is covered by a pair of khaki cargo trousers held up by a leather belt, onto which the Charcoal Filter is attached. His knife is tucked away into his trouser pockets, and his Marlin Model 60 is shoved roughly into the red/grey Messenger Bag he keeps on his back.
Former Job: Cashier
Weapons: A Boker Automatic Kalashnikov Knife and a Marlin Model 60. (.22 Rifle, legal in English law.)
Bio: Mister Smiley Face, usually known simply as 'Smiley' or 'That weird guy with the Paper Bag over his head' worked as a Cashier before the outbreak, but he doesn't really say much else about himself. When asked where he got his weapons he states that the Knife was carried for self defence since he was in his late teens, and the Rifle was borrowed. Most other information garnered from him is a string of lies or horrid puns.
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07 Jul 2011 02:20 PM
It's even not that long! D=
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07 Jul 2011 02:50 PM
Blowout soon, fellow Stalker!
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07 Jul 2011 03:04 PM
Get out of here Stalker!
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07 Jul 2011 03:15 PM
Come on...
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07 Jul 2011 03:19 PM
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07 Jul 2011 03:20 PM
Yes! I was afraid it would get to 50 views and the only posts would be me bumping.
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07 Jul 2011 03:27 PM
Name: Lucien Reynolds
@ge: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: Scruffy brown hair that isn't styled just combed down, Hazel brown eyes, pale skin, 5"11 and medium build. Multiple scars from close run ins from infected.
Clothing: Black open jacket with a white undershirt, both are bloody and dirty. Black cargo pants also ripped and dirty. Black boots that overlap the cargo pants. Balaclava and gas mask to go on head.
Former Job: Mechanic.
Weapons: Wrench, makeshift portable angle grinder.
Bio: Lucien lived peacefully with his wife and 2 kids, katie and jack, he went out to work one day and then the outbreak struck. He rushed back to his house to find his wife and both kids stricken with the deadly virus. Not being able to bring himself to kill them so he attempted to escape the city. Not being able to he decided to barricade himself in a his mechanic shop. He tries to construct makeshift weaponary due to firearms being in short supply.
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07 Jul 2011 03:30 PM
Accepted.
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07 Jul 2011 03:31 PM
(Do we start?)
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07 Jul 2011 03:32 PM
(If you want, yeah.)
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07 Jul 2011 03:35 PM
I paced down the empty street, it was a typical apocalyptic scene. Cars abandoned in the middle of the street..paper and rubbish fluttered around in the wind. I carried my wrench in my right hand...a hefty weapon but delivered a punishing blow to anybody on the receiving end. I was on a food and water run..it was rare to find any that was not infected..even boiling it wasn't guaranteed to rid them.
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07 Jul 2011 03:38 PM
Mister Smiley brushed a hand along the rubble of the crumpled building, looking back at the one who had caused it, a Paramilitary-looking Man who lay dead in the street, an IED in his hand, ready to throw. The mutilated remains of a Creature were at the opposite side of his view, inside the building, most likely what the man had thrown the IED at. Mister Smiley hefted his rifle, and stepped inside, firing around into the creature's misshapen face, just to be sure, as he shifted through the rubble.
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07 Jul 2011 03:44 PM
I heard a shot not far off..most likely the military taking pot shots at a creature..or a survivor. I hopped over a lamppost that had collapsed and smashed a bus stop and continued on, a typical grocers was located on my right or a bakery to my right. The grocery would be the better option because most of the food in the bakery would be gone off and infected with nanites. Carefully i stepped over the shards of glass that remained in the shopfront window.
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07 Jul 2011 03:49 PM
Mister Smiley heard a small, feeble warble from the rubble as he cleared it away, and eventually revealed a small iPod, still croaking out the sounds of what it said to be 'Dropkick Murphys'. He pulled it from the rubble, giving a small smile under his Paper Bag, before pushing the earphones up under the Bag, and into his ears, before tucking the iPod itself away into his jacket. He creeped further into the ruined building, which was apparently a Supermarket, although manned by a staff of, Dead, Creatures. Every creature he came across, dead or dying, got a bullet in the head. It was the only way to be sure. Those who were still recognizable as a human, in his eyes, it was a mercy.
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08 Jul 2011 01:12 AM
Mister Smiley stared around himself, before hopping over a counter, before using his knife, an intimate knowledge of cash registers, and the butt of his rifle, to open a Cash Register. Money may no longer be the performed form of currency in the City, but Mister Smiley was determined to live out what had happened, and be all the richer for it when he got back out into the real world.
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08 Jul 2011 04:30 AM
Inside the grocery store was trashed, but there was still some food left lying around such as tinned beans and other canned products. I swung my backpack off and opened it up and tried to stuff as much in as i could.
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10 Jul 2011 05:12 PM
Mister Smiley shrugged off his messenger pack, roughly emptying the contents of the Cash Register into it with a few quiet dings of sadness and betrayal from the Cash Register. Once it was empty, the Cash Register was tossed aside, and the Messenger Pack rezipped and shrugged back onto his back.
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10 Jul 2011 05:14 PM
(NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I wanna join.)
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10 Jul 2011 05:17 PM
(Go ahead, drop in any time Pod.)
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10 Jul 2011 05:21 PM
(Tiny little robots < Spiderzombies)
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10 Jul 2011 05:22 PM
(Sorry wat. Is Spiderzombies a song from CtE that I missed? Or are you saying that Nanobots are inferior to your Zombie Spiders?)
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