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Post by skeets on Aug 8, 2015 18:51:52 GMT -5
*The deafening roar of my bike echoes through this dead town. I look around and see the fire that burned the trees and homes. I hear the screams of ghosts and then silence*
It's good to be home.
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Post by skeets on Aug 8, 2015 19:03:08 GMT -5
*I push open the broken door and it plummets to the ground. The impact send the dust spiralling into the air as it the disturbance must be met by an attack. I wait for it to settle and for my eyes to adjust to the darkness
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Post by skeets on Aug 8, 2015 19:24:16 GMT -5
*I smash the remainder of a window to let in more light. I take out the rolled up paper and lay them out, using anything as paper weights. I smile to myself as I examine the top page*
This will get them. This will be good *I say aloud to myself. I scowl* He better get here fast with what I need
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Post by skeets on Aug 8, 2015 19:48:22 GMT -5
*I stare up at the road, waiting to hear the sound of vehicles. A sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach starts to bubble. Surely they wouldn't be dumb enough to come this far out. I place my backpack on the table and examine the content. I scowl again.
This won't be enough if things get messy
*I laugh a little *
If things get messy... They better get messy...
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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