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Post by jakecote on May 28, 2008 7:34:56 GMT -5
His home base had been invaded already and now he had to go out and find survivors, wherever they could be. He heard one rumor on the news when the news was still around humans were building a base at the train station and desided to head there. He had already killed a few demons and knew that now he wasn't a civilian, he was a warrior and he wasn't here to defend his country, friend, or family anymore, they were all doomed, he was here to defend himself.
He looked a little funny with his backpack with a wire leading out of it and holding some sort of rod. He then wore black shorts and a chap white tshirt but he was a lot more deadly then he looked, managing to produce a strong deadly electric shock with the cattle prod he had in his hand. When he got to the train station though he was surpized to learn that no humans were there and so his next move was unsure and confused. For the first time he raised his voice in public, eventhough he knew the danger that came out of that. "Is anyone here?!" As he yelled that inside the station he heard his voice echo through with no return for a few seconds.
Suddenly he heard a noise from the other end and instead of doing the intelligent thing and running he walked slowly towards it to investigate. "Who's there? Show yourself!" He approached slowly even more to see what could arise, careful of his entire surroundings.
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Post by Wyatt Matthew Dean on May 28, 2008 8:50:18 GMT -5
There had been stories of a safe place in San Francisco. A place where humans could go and not be killed or well eaten. He had herd the rumour though people who where making there way there. There had been around 12 of them making there way there. Four children and the rest where adults.
He felt kinda sorry for them for a moment as he got the information he needed then headed off on his own. He knew they would have it hard. Groups of people tend to stick out like a sore thumb. He had told one of them that maybe they should take better cover but he didn’t seem to care. He though what he was doing was for the best. Wyatt couldn’t argue with him. It wouldn’t have made any difference.
So Wyatt went on his own leaving behind the people hoping to find safety. He sort of knew they wouldn’t make it. Like so many who have tried. And so many who have fallen. However he won’t cry for them. Not for anyone.
He made his way though the city hiding from the demons that walked, only coming out in dark where he had the best cover. Sure there was more demons out then but it was a lot more easy to move around.
He had been to a number of places there that looked like people had been hiding out but they must have moved on. It wasn’t safe to stay in one place for too long. He knew that after years of moving around.
He had hit a train station hoping to rest for the day which he did. Until he was woken up. Jumping in his skin knocking over a chair in the back of the station he herd some foot steps. “What” He said to his self as he opened his eyes waking up and finding his bearings. He was wearing a black thin jumped with black ripped jeans. His dark green back pack was sat next to him. He reached for his dagger, he had stole form a demon a few years back.
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Post by jakecote on May 28, 2008 10:09:44 GMT -5
As the figure arised from the other end of the station from lying down he approached the figure quickly but with caution. As he got closer he could see it looked like a human but in these days with crazy demons, man wolves, and immortals or whatever they were called, he personally had no interest in trusting any moving thing right away but was willing to at the same time, desperate for other human contact. It wasn't that he was a social man or anything, in the past he more or less hated other human company, it was the fact that he knew he couldn't fight this war on his own and needed to find others. Sure big groups were a bad idea and he certainly wouldn't enjoy the company of 12 others either, expecially children, but a man capible of holding a weapon was a valuble tool right now.
"Are you human?" He expected a pretty stale answer there because if he was a demon or an enemy he'd answer yes to that and if he was an actually human then he'd answer yes to that as well but he had to take chances at times like this, attempt to make contact with others.
As he got closer to the human a dufflebag full of random things such as extra cloathing, his food, water, and other basic survival needs was wrapped around his arm and tucked under his armpit, his batterypack slugged on his back. He had his prod pointed at Wyatt, even if he was a distance and occasionally for a short time he'd look behind him to check his safety but then turn his attention back to Wyatt. "Don't lie or I put 12000 volts through your brain." Sure it may not kill his enemy but it fry is brain enough to stop him from walking or thinking past a pea.
As he got closer though he got a feeling more and more that this man was actually a real man. "Are there any others?"
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Post by Wyatt Matthew Dean on May 28, 2008 10:53:01 GMT -5
Standing up from behind some old desks and chairs Wyatt held the knife in his hand not really sure what he would d any way if he was attacked. He would have kinda lost the element of surprise. He jerked back as he saw a man hold a gun at him not one of the most welcoming sights it must be said. He almost fell over on the chairs behind him but didn’t, he kept his balance sturdy.
He could only make out the guy a little from the shadows and rays of light in the station. Most of the windows where covered up letting only little bits of light seem though the gaps.
He asked if Wyatt was human, well duh he was human other wise he would have attacked by now surely? The he used verbal violence to scare him. Which oh kay like Wyatt could blame him after all demons taking over the world, death, blood, horror and pain all being in the mix here it was bound to make people like omg who’s that.
Wyatt put his hands in the air as the gun was pointed to him. “Hey dude im all human and non of the killing kind” He said dropping his knife onto his bag hoping the guy would not shot him he liked being whole and not al bitty. “Its only me” Wyatt said to his last question. Always only me….
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Post by jakecote on May 28, 2008 11:52:26 GMT -5
Clearly threatend by his cattleprod item and figuring out quite quickly by the character suddenly shivering and dropping his weapon that he was in fact a human he lowered his prod and walked over a bit quicker, still cautious but less scared of him now he took a good look at the human for any possible scars, bitemarks, injuries, bleeding, but when he saw that to be safe as well he approached with less caution and more joy he actually found somebody. "Nobody else?" He already knew the answer to that though because if they were they'd answer by now.
Taking a look around at the empty train station that he was use to seeing consistantly full he sighed. "This is what the end of the world looks like, two farts, a cattle prod, and and a shitload of demons. Who'd a thunk the Christian right be actually be RIGHT." He heard their revolation warnings before but thought it was just religious babble. He wasn't about to go ask Jesus for forgiveness but he was willing to give them props on being right.
"You got any weapons?" He was ready to fight back though against whatever these things were. "Supplies? Information?" The information was the most valuble one, such as a save haven for humans, if humanity is even still around anymore, ways to defeat the enemy, what the enemy IS. "Anything you may know could be useful. The news media, when it ran, didn't tell shit. All I know is humanity has failed a surpize attack by something and it wants us all dead. I'm not going down without a good fight though." He zapped his prod towards the ground and a volt of blue electrcity could be seen comming out shortly out of it. It was no tazer but on contact deadly as hell.
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Post by Wyatt Matthew Dean on May 30, 2008 17:54:03 GMT -5
Truthy Wyatt didn’t know all that much about it. He had tried to follow what the news said as it was happening but soon the news had stopped being shown as more people where dieing. They said it was a virus that did this to them. Not that they where demons but a virus that made them like that. Boy they where sure wrong.
He herd rumours that it was god punishing them. For all there sins. But he was never a god believe just a load of crap made up by a bunch of people years ago to make everyone fear god. Didn’t work.
“Just what the news said, I haven’t been in much connect with the of sanity kind for a long time” Wyatt said as he put his hands down feeling the man less a threat then thought. “All I have for a weapon is a dagger I stole from one of them monster demon things” Wyatt said looking down at his dagger that he dropped to the ground as the man had come in all guns blazing.
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Post by jakecote on May 31, 2008 21:35:10 GMT -5
As he looked down at the dagger he had a completely different look at it from before. Now when looking at it he seemed to look at it with some sort of fear instead of just a simble dagger now. "Don't underestimate the power of the weapon that killed off our kind." His point was there was probibly something special about the dagger if it could kill off the human race, he wasn't going to treat that like a normal dagger.
Walking over to it and carefully picking it up with respect he waved it around a little as he tried to admire it but failed to find anything special about that certain dagger. "Feels like a regular dagger though and doesn't look like anything special." He figured he must have been missing something here so he looked at it a big harder but found nothing and put it down at a bench by Wyatt for him to pick up again if he choose to take it again.
Then going into is duffle bag he pulled out a battery and a strange handheld metal looking thing. "This here friend." He used the word friend there for a good reason, he needed all he could tryst on his side. "Is a tazer." He handed it to him and the battery for him to attach himself. "Turn it on only during use or danger to keep the battery, those things woun't be around much longer." They expired eventually and no more factories to make them anymore. "But if you come across danger I reccomend you use it..."
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Post by Wyatt Matthew Dean on Jun 1, 2008 8:57:53 GMT -5
Wyatt looked back at the dagger once the man had put it back down. He debated if to pick it up again or to just leave it till he needed it. He didn't quite fancy walking around with a knife in his hand as he talked to this new non of the demon type guy. When he had handed Wyatt a tazer. He had never held one or used on before but he had seen them in tv shows well when the tv used to air.
That was one of the things he missed these days. TV god how he loved it. Buffy was his love growing up well that was until he figured he was more into Xander then Buffy but still he would so turn for that piece of ass. Only Buffy's world wasn't like the world they live in. Theres not hero's here. No knight in shining armer to come and rescue them.
"Cheers" Wyatt said as he took the gift from the new unknown. "I'm Wyatt" He said knowing that they hadn't exchanged names yet.
The air in the station was thick with must and the smell wasn't too appetizing. It was like this everywhere now days. There was something in the air since the happening of the demons. No one knew what ti was but it didn't feel right. Well not that demons are right but you get the jiff.
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Post by jakecote on Jun 1, 2008 22:24:29 GMT -5
"Woh." He seemed to be uneasy about something as he handed it to Wyatt, "Careful about where you point that thing. I don't want you to ever point that thing at me." He seemed like serious business when he said that there. "And be careful about your shot, it's not like shooting a gun where if you miss you can try again right away. You have to be standing in one place and take the correct shot... but if you hit... expecially with that one." That taser in preticular was special because it was made by him. "Your gonna fry one of those demons hotter then the hell you'll send him back to."
"Obviously if were one of the last two in San Fran then guns and usual weapons don't worry but frying these assholes with electricity seems to really do a good job. Speaking on person experience here." He then held up his prod to show it off. He had obviously killed with it before. "We need everything we can to survive."
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Post by Wyatt Matthew Dean on Jun 13, 2008 17:23:11 GMT -5
Wyatt put the tazzer down on the side thinking it was better then him shocking the ass of the new guy. "Thanks for the advice." He said looking around. He wasn't good with new people. In fact he wasn't too good with this whole situation with the world. It made alto of people crazy. Alto of people killing each other in order to live. It was hard to tell the sain from the non sain.
Wyatt looked around a little wondering what to do or say next. They both had come here thinking there was help here but finding there wasn't much. Wyatt couldn't help but notice the guy seemed more experienced in this world. He seemed to know what he was talking about way more then Wyatt did. All he knew was stab the demon then run. Nothing more. Or well he would just run.
He liked not being all eaten. "How do you entail we survive i mean theres beyond a mass amount of demons out side ready to eat every last human on earth"
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