Post by victor on May 27, 2016 4:04:58 GMT
((Direct continuation after the Roleplay Example. Not sure if making the font bigger makes it easier for you to read Pearl 
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))Victor ran. That shot must have been heard from at least a mile away, what made it worse was the time of day. Morning always meant clearer sounds. The birds that fled from the tree canopy above must have also signaled his location. Any survivors or hunters might know where to look for him... if they were any good at taking hints, that is. The veteran slung his hunting rifle over his shoulder and sprinted over the plant covered landscape. Back before the breakout you would never find animals this close to human settlements. It was strange how nature was always fighting against humans and they didn't even know it. Nature always found a way. And the way that it decided to beat mankind, was by turning them against themselves. Who would have known a mere fungus could destroy all of humanity? Victor often pondered that thought. But now was not the time for such philosophical daydreams.
It was time to survive. It was true. Victor hadn't shot that buck for him to eat, but instead for a much bigger prize. Something that would help him in the long run. A silencer. With that baby on his hunting rifle he could survive outside as long as he wanted to, taken he had ammo of course. As he neared the deer he saw blood splattered across the ground. He crouched down and looked to the wound. Straight through the heart. It was a male, and big. Usually bakc then creatures like this size were rarer to find, but as soon as humanity was obliterated, larger and plumper animals became more common.
Belinsky did not have much time, he grabbed the buck by the antlers, and heaved it over one of his shoulders. Ridiculous weight, maybe 280 or 300 pounds. Even Victor himself was unsure he could make it back to the slums with this thing all along the way. Anyways... he'd still try.
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Almost, home, almost home. He repeated the words in his mind. He had seen five infected out in the distance. ANd the closer and closer he got to the slums, the more he saw. The buck was killing his back. Sweat poured down his body and face, and right now he wished winter would have lasted just a bit longer. He found himself eating the leftovers of winter, the snow that was slowly melting by day. He made sure to eat enough of it and take short breaks before continuing to jog his way back to the slums.
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Three hours of pure pain. That's what this was. But Victor had convinced himself it was all worth it... all for that sweet, sweet silencer. Just now he was nearing the entrance to the slums. It was a hidden way, one not usually used by people. Victor had found it himself, it was a basement, old and decrepit, didn't take much for Victor to dig up an entrance to the surface. When he saw the wooden planks over the floor he couldn't be happier. He dropped the buck on the grass, snow, and mud covered ground. He crouched and removed the planks to reveal the ladder that led to the basement. But as he removed the planks, he noticed something.
There were more tracks than usual. Victors tracks were relatively recent, only two days ago, and now there were two more tracks that lead into the dark, damp basement. The veteran didn't give it much thought, he was too exhausted to think about it. It was probably Rick, the only other hunter to actually use the same exit route as Victor. Two tracks in a mere two days, maybe the guy had a good couple of hours with plentiful hunt? Or so Victor thought. He squeezed the buck down the narrow ladder with him. And then he dropped it when he was close enough to the ground.
Victor picked it up once again and made his way to the stairwell, which opened up into the bright slums. The wooden stairs creaked as he put his weight unto them. And as soon as he did, Victor got a smell. Something strange and terrible...carrion. It was recent, only two to three days of decomposition, but there none the less. Victor dropped the hunt he had worked so hard to get there, and turned on his flashlight. As soon as he did, he was confronted with two infected. One of them mistook the buck for him, and when he saw the flashlight he tried to correct his agression. He lunged at the Victor. Victor side stepped, and the infected tripped on the stairs and fell down to the ground. The other, a runner, his friend, Rick, managed to get out of the way of the rolling infected and ran up the stairs to Victor.
The former soldier drew his knife, cut off the Rick's grasping hand, and stabbed him right in the jugular. He then pushed the blade up, cutting through the jaw, and into the face. A gory mess it made, that covered his clothing in dark red and brown liquids. He pushed the corpse aside, and looked for the other infected. Before he could even see him, his foot was pulled down, and Victor, as well as the infected, toppled together down the stairs. Along the way, he lost his flashlight.
In his panic, Victor flailed, and pushed the runner away. He grabbed for his gun and made a shot in the dark. The flash of light that emanated from his gun lit up the entire basement, blinded him, and the sound pierced his ears. For that brief second of light, he could see a bullet wound across the infected man's neck. That tore through it, and made his head dangle by a thread to his torso. All the blood rushing to its head, squirted on Victor's face, and he fell to the ground. He sat up, and just looked around for a while, still in a slight bit of shock from the attack. He could have died just then. Countless years of surviving this apocalypse, and just then it could have ended.
Well... Victor knew that all that surviving ended for his acquaintance Rick. What a shame... a good man gone in mere seconds. The image of his friends face getting torn apart by his own knife flashed before his eyes. Victor's eyes closed... and he gave a long sigh. He had seen death before, but it wasn't usually this sudden. He wearily got up, still shaking a bit, and grabbed his rifle. He picked up his flashlight and scanned the room. The rotting smell came from Rick's hunt. It was a pile of rabbits and smaller game, all left to spoil down there, for the maggots.
Victor's sadness left him, what he was right now was angry. Angry that the people which had offered to trade him a buck for a silencer almost killed him. He walked up the stairs in silent fury. he moved the basements doors aside, walked through the house, and opened the door into the slums. It seemed some few folk had gathered around his house to see what had happened, and they soon enough saw him emerge from the structure covered in gore. Some of the people backed off, while one guy with tattoos, and a shaved head named Aaron walked up to him and said "Woah man! What happened down there?!" Victor didn't respond.
"What is it? Too scared to speak?" Victor stopped, looked at him, and kept on walking. "C'mon man!" he stopped in his tracks, and Victor traveled ahead of him. "What, that cute boy'o Rick stop making love to you?" he made a sexual motion with his hips and thrust the air. Victor dropped the buck, turned around and walked back towards Aaron. He drew his knife, backed the asshole up to a stone wall and said. "You see this fuckin knife?!" Aaron panicked and looked away. Victor took the chance and tackled the man to the wall with the knife to his throat "You fucking coward. To much of a pussy to even face the consequences. Look at where your shit talkin' mouth got you now. See it's covered in blood? I sliced Ricks fucking face in half with it. I could do the same thing to you right now if I wanted."
Victor took the knife away from Aaron's neck, slid it back on his belt, and walked away without looking back. He grabbed the buck by the antlers and took it to his contract giver. The man who offered him the trade was a bit round near the edges, and had white and black hair growing along his cheeks and head. He placed the buck on the table and said "Give me the silencer, now, as well as some tickets." "Bu.. But- we agreed on" Victor grabbed the man by the front of his grey, sweat covered shirt and said "I don't care about what we agreed on. I just killed my friend and and extra infected getting this piece of meat to you. Do you think this piece of meat? Is worth my life?" He dropped the man back into his chair.
"Bu... But... But the reas... The reason we asked f... fo... for the buck was so th...tha...that my family could eat. Without ti.. tickets... we won't be able to eat." "Give me the silencer and some of your tickets, or I'll take the buck." The man reluctantly placed the silencer on the table as well as several tickets. Victor stuffed his reward into his pack. He took off his gore covered jacket, revealing the wife beater under it, and threw it on the man's face. "And clean that too". He walked away, and sat by some stairs near the entrance to a house. He took off his boonie hat, dropped it between his feet, and placed his elbows on his knees.
He placed his hands on his eyes and rubbed them. He sighed and sat there in silence for a while.
Three hours of pure pain. That's what this was. But Victor had convinced himself it was all worth it... all for that sweet, sweet silencer. Just now he was nearing the entrance to the slums. It was a hidden way, one not usually used by people. Victor had found it himself, it was a basement, old and decrepit, didn't take much for Victor to dig up an entrance to the surface. When he saw the wooden planks over the floor he couldn't be happier. He dropped the buck on the grass, snow, and mud covered ground. He crouched and removed the planks to reveal the ladder that led to the basement. But as he removed the planks, he noticed something.
There were more tracks than usual. Victors tracks were relatively recent, only two days ago, and now there were two more tracks that lead into the dark, damp basement. The veteran didn't give it much thought, he was too exhausted to think about it. It was probably Rick, the only other hunter to actually use the same exit route as Victor. Two tracks in a mere two days, maybe the guy had a good couple of hours with plentiful hunt? Or so Victor thought. He squeezed the buck down the narrow ladder with him. And then he dropped it when he was close enough to the ground.
Victor picked it up once again and made his way to the stairwell, which opened up into the bright slums. The wooden stairs creaked as he put his weight unto them. And as soon as he did, Victor got a smell. Something strange and terrible...carrion. It was recent, only two to three days of decomposition, but there none the less. Victor dropped the hunt he had worked so hard to get there, and turned on his flashlight. As soon as he did, he was confronted with two infected. One of them mistook the buck for him, and when he saw the flashlight he tried to correct his agression. He lunged at the Victor. Victor side stepped, and the infected tripped on the stairs and fell down to the ground. The other, a runner, his friend, Rick, managed to get out of the way of the rolling infected and ran up the stairs to Victor.
The former soldier drew his knife, cut off the Rick's grasping hand, and stabbed him right in the jugular. He then pushed the blade up, cutting through the jaw, and into the face. A gory mess it made, that covered his clothing in dark red and brown liquids. He pushed the corpse aside, and looked for the other infected. Before he could even see him, his foot was pulled down, and Victor, as well as the infected, toppled together down the stairs. Along the way, he lost his flashlight.
In his panic, Victor flailed, and pushed the runner away. He grabbed for his gun and made a shot in the dark. The flash of light that emanated from his gun lit up the entire basement, blinded him, and the sound pierced his ears. For that brief second of light, he could see a bullet wound across the infected man's neck. That tore through it, and made his head dangle by a thread to his torso. All the blood rushing to its head, squirted on Victor's face, and he fell to the ground. He sat up, and just looked around for a while, still in a slight bit of shock from the attack. He could have died just then. Countless years of surviving this apocalypse, and just then it could have ended.
Well... Victor knew that all that surviving ended for his acquaintance Rick. What a shame... a good man gone in mere seconds. The image of his friends face getting torn apart by his own knife flashed before his eyes. Victor's eyes closed... and he gave a long sigh. He had seen death before, but it wasn't usually this sudden. He wearily got up, still shaking a bit, and grabbed his rifle. He picked up his flashlight and scanned the room. The rotting smell came from Rick's hunt. It was a pile of rabbits and smaller game, all left to spoil down there, for the maggots.
Victor's sadness left him, what he was right now was angry. Angry that the people which had offered to trade him a buck for a silencer almost killed him. He walked up the stairs in silent fury. he moved the basements doors aside, walked through the house, and opened the door into the slums. It seemed some few folk had gathered around his house to see what had happened, and they soon enough saw him emerge from the structure covered in gore. Some of the people backed off, while one guy with tattoos, and a shaved head named Aaron walked up to him and said "Woah man! What happened down there?!" Victor didn't respond.
"What is it? Too scared to speak?" Victor stopped, looked at him, and kept on walking. "C'mon man!" he stopped in his tracks, and Victor traveled ahead of him. "What, that cute boy'o Rick stop making love to you?" he made a sexual motion with his hips and thrust the air. Victor dropped the buck, turned around and walked back towards Aaron. He drew his knife, backed the asshole up to a stone wall and said. "You see this fuckin knife?!" Aaron panicked and looked away. Victor took the chance and tackled the man to the wall with the knife to his throat "You fucking coward. To much of a pussy to even face the consequences. Look at where your shit talkin' mouth got you now. See it's covered in blood? I sliced Ricks fucking face in half with it. I could do the same thing to you right now if I wanted."
Victor took the knife away from Aaron's neck, slid it back on his belt, and walked away without looking back. He grabbed the buck by the antlers and took it to his contract giver. The man who offered him the trade was a bit round near the edges, and had white and black hair growing along his cheeks and head. He placed the buck on the table and said "Give me the silencer, now, as well as some tickets." "Bu.. But- we agreed on" Victor grabbed the man by the front of his grey, sweat covered shirt and said "I don't care about what we agreed on. I just killed my friend and and extra infected getting this piece of meat to you. Do you think this piece of meat? Is worth my life?" He dropped the man back into his chair.
"Bu... But... But the reas... The reason we asked f... fo... for the buck was so th...tha...that my family could eat. Without ti.. tickets... we won't be able to eat." "Give me the silencer and some of your tickets, or I'll take the buck." The man reluctantly placed the silencer on the table as well as several tickets. Victor stuffed his reward into his pack. He took off his gore covered jacket, revealing the wife beater under it, and threw it on the man's face. "And clean that too". He walked away, and sat by some stairs near the entrance to a house. He took off his boonie hat, dropped it between his feet, and placed his elbows on his knees.
He placed his hands on his eyes and rubbed them. He sighed and sat there in silence for a while.
