((i cant write in first person))
Jordan "Blaze" Chace
The rain started pouring down on his head, freezing cold rain, almost as cold as the waters that lay between him and the larger island...he couldnt swim theire now, he had a better change of survival in the wilderness behind him, either way he thought he would die, no food, no water, 12 shots of ammo....he wasnt going to stay alive long....

He turned and entered the woods, the rain didnt come down as hard in here, but it came down non the less.... he noticed that there was nothing in here, what he ment was, there was no life...nothing scurrying around on the dead foilage, no trees chirping for their mates....nothing...exept for a moan directly infront of him...his first thought was to run, he second was to pull his gun...whatever it was, he might be able to eat it....he pulled his gun and aimed to where the moan had come from...another came from behind him....

He spun to face Peircing red eyes staring deep into his soul...there was a tuggin feeling deep in him, he....he...couldnt take his eyes off of those eyes...but then more appeared, some to his right, more behind the ones he was starting into, he took a step backwards and stumbles over a rock, opening his only option of escape...he fired a bullet into the crowed of red eyes, noticeing the it didnt even hinder them coming in on him...

The red eyes spontaniously grew bodies as the exited the shadows, many grey skinned men, a few woman, and several children, closed in on him. their mouths covered in saliva, he could see hunger in their red eyes....

They all let out a moan and began closing in on him, there were more of them then fingers on his hand....he ran to his left...one of those things tried to grab his arm, he twired and shot it between its eyes, the red blinked out as it fell limp onto the ground, he didnt stop to see what happend to it after that, the moans were driving him crazy and he had to get out of there...he ran, ran untill he was at the brink of exastion, he looked back and let out a sigh of reliefe

he sat against one of the trees, thinking about those...people...those weird people... he shot one of them...does that make him a murderer? does that make him a killer...he knew the answer to that one before he finished thinking about it...

He was alone and cold...it was biting him to the bone...the rain still came down heavily on his head...he could barely hear the waves....the woods seemed to, damped everything outside of it....he was scared and hungry....he had lost all of his spontaniousness from earlier...he felt like those things sucked his happyness...he thought a smile would never be granted to him again....

He popped the clip from his gun...compared to his earlier thinking, he only has 10 shots left, give or take 1 shot...

This post has been edited by mrchace on August 17, 2005 12:07 pm

Robert McKenna

I thought the situation was bad before, now it is going even further downhill fast. We saved a few people, a girl in her teens and the guy with the guns. Apart from them, they were all dead. I moved onwards to a woman in red, when Flaunders got my attention.

"Do you hear that?"

I looked at him, confused. There were no sounds. In fact, nothing at all, apart from the dull waves. "No..." I replied. I didn't have time for this, perhaps the woman was still alive-

"Just listen."

Nothing. Wait...Slowly the sound had reached to me. walking, no, running. A lot of people's feet hitting the wet sand. It appeared to me that the sounds were coming from my right side. More survivors? I turned...and gasped.

"What the fuck are those!"

They were abominations, freaks of nature. My first thought was that they resembled walking corpses. I couldn't know how right I was. They were all skinny, thin people in ripped clothes. All of them seemed to had come from a battle...which they had lost. And the blood! Blood all over. They had countless wounds, and even so I guessed most of it wasn't theirs.

And out of nowhere we heard another scream, from the jungles somewhere.
"How do you like some High-Explosive grenades?"

My instincts took over, and instantly I took cover, pulling down the teenage girl Flaunders had recued before. Flaunders (Chris Redfield) did the same, but was almost out of reach of the other survivor. With a tackle he got him to the ground, and not a second too soon. The explosion ripped through these...dead-resembling shapes, literally tearing them apart. Blood spattered everywhere, and reddened the yellow sand.

Still there were some of them standing. Even if their arms were ripped off, with the intestines hanging out, somehow...they didn't die. We wouldn't stand a chance.

"We have to get out of here NOW!" I yelled.

"But..."

"Grab whatever you can. We better be out of here when these monsters arrive."

The man kicked hard at a small container, and it broke. A metallic thing entangled in ropes fell out. Some sort of submachinegun, something Heckler&Koch- made.

"Another gun. Great, you're going to need it. Now hurry up! Into the forests!" I waved for us to get going. But Flaunders didn't move. He had stood still, taking aim with his rifle. Three quick shots rang out, and two of the creatures fell to the ground.

"We can't fight them, there's surely a lot more. And we only have so much ammunition."

Finally he nodded, and began running.

This post has been edited by Elite viking on August 17, 2005 01:36 pm

All right, now we head to the forest...for better or for worse...

Jack Flaunders

I ran after the others, all making their way speedily towards the misty forest. The rain was spraying hard on top of us, obscuring my vision, and most likely the others. We went by the rock where the man that threw the grenade was, but saw not a trace of him: he was gone!

"Why would he run away from us as well?" I asked myself softly. The forest was only a few feet away from Robert (Elite Viking) and the other survivors, and I could tell they were hauling ass, death on their heels. I was doing the same, holding my rifle in both hands, as my hips moved side to side. I saw Robert (Elite Viking) slow down as he was now in the forest, and was trying to untangle himself from the limbs desperately. I took a quick glance behind me and saw that the grenade only took down a few of the people permanently, but it mostly just stalled them. I could make out a few of their screams, but the rain slapping the trees and sand was overpowering their vocals which was fine by me.

I looked back at Robert and noticed him and the other survivors weren't moving near fast enough, and I screamed at them: "GO, GO, GET MOVING! THEY'RE RIGHT ON TOP OF US!"

I fired wildly at the crowd that was nearing us, and only managed to make some of them fall down, and get right back up. Some fell on top of others which made a nice game of dominoes; however none of the shots seemed to have hit vital areas...if they had any. I looked behind me to now see that Robert and the others were now out of sight in the forest and I gave a short sigh of relief, right before I followed in their wake. One last look behind me, the people stopped at the forest, only looking scared to follow us.

***

I reached a point in the forest where the trees were less dense, so I could now stop having to strain myself against the brush, but something was wrong. Robert McKenna was down on the ground, breathing softly, as was one of the girls (KrazyfoYou1243). I looked at one of the survivors Robert found (Mic) and he stared at me with fright.

"Th-they just fell to the gr-ground! Are they dead?!" he said, raising his voice. He was shaking all over, from the cold and most likely from the panic-attack.

"No," I said softly, looking around at the mist that surrounded us. "They're still breathing. They might be in a coma..."

Robert McKenna

You ran like Hell when you saw the zombies and didn't dare to stop, even when you reached the forest. The forest was extremely misty, almost obscuring your view completely, but that wasn't the worst of it: the woods entangled you almost to the point of no movement!

"GO, GO, GET MOVING! THEY'RE RIGHT ON TOP OF US!" you heard Flaunders scream at the top of his lungs. You turned around to see Flaunders open fire on the creatures that were nearing us, and also saw Michael Bennet (Jest3r), Caitlen (KrazyfoYou1243), John (Mic2070), and one other girl that followed as well have trouble but when hearing Flaunder's urgency, everyone moved faster. Once being untangled, you all grouped together and ran as fast as you could; you all must have ran at least one hundred feet before coming to a less-dense part of the forest.

You all stopped and took a breather, not seeing Flaunders behind you, but that wasn't much of a matter...you had a feeling he would make it. Somehow, you depended on him a lot, but you didn't care as well.

"Hey, uh...where's that other Army-" John was saying, but you didn't get to hear anything else. His voice got quieter and quieter until you couldnt hear it anymore...you couldn't hear anything at all! Then, your vision was getting blurry and soon pitch black. The last thing you remember before passing out was the hard fall that seemed to have sent pain to the back of your head.

***

I leaned back in my lounge chair, smoking a nice cigar, drinking gin, and stared at the girl that sat in front of me. She was dancing a bit, all the while teasing me, slowly taking her clothes off. I smiled at her, and waved for her to take it off quicker; she was a Grade-A stripper.

At least one person here is worth keeping, I said, making sure she heard me. She giggled a bit, walked slowly towards me, and gave me a bit of a lap dance, letting me kiss her neck. I smiled again, and knew where this was going to lead. It reminded me of where our last battle, the one in the city. It was hell, bullets were flying everywhere, friendly fire abundant, and screams of our comrades were everywhere. I shook this thought off and saw the girl get up and moved away slowly, all the while smiling.

How do you like the ship so far, Christie? I asked soothingly.

Mmm, love it, Captain.

***

You opened your eyes slowly, and heard Flaunders saying something about a coma. You slowly tilted your head up and moaned, startling everyone and making them jump a little. Flaunders aimed his gun in your direction, but realized the moan was coming out of your mouth. He lowered his gun and smiled at you.

"About time you woke up!" John exclaimed, holding his MP-7 tightly. I slowly got up and looked at Cait as she was passed out as well.

"Yeah, her too," Flaunders said flatly, and you stared at him.

"I had...a vision...a memory...or something," You whispered slowly, rubbing your head. Flaunders cocked an eyebrow and shook his head; he didn't really care.

"Anyways, we need to rest here. I know you all are against that," he said, looking at the expression on John's face. "But we don't have much of a choice. We need to make a fire and hang our clothes over it. We don't want hypothermia, so wet clothes..." he trailed off. "I'll stay here and set up camp. You and John can go get firewood."

I looked at John and he shrugged. You looked around and John went the opposite direction of where we came, and you followed. Simple orders you suppose...

Alex Keyes

You saw the explosion from the grenade as sand and a few zombies went flying and toppling everywhere. You realized that though that it didnt' stop them, as they now had you in their sights, and you also just gave away your position to the strangers.

You turned around and looked to the woods. As much as you hated it before, you didn't have much of a choice...either die inevitably by those things, or stand a chance in the forest. You struggled slightly in get through, but it wasn't much trouble...somehow you knew how to take care of yourself in the jungle environment.

You jogged a bit, every now and then taking a chance to glance over your shoulder to see if anything was following youl nothing did. Whether or not you meant to, you most likely saved the other survivors from death, as the grenade stalled them and you knew it.

After a few minutes, you finally came to a small clearing in the woods, but there were still trees dotted everywhere. You all of a sudden felt tired; sleepy even. Then, your vision got blurry and pitch black. The last thing you remember before passing out was the hard fall that seemed to have sent pain to the back of your head.

***

The rain seemed to be beating down hard on my head. The Crucified passed a few islands on the way towards salvation that we seemed so desperately to findfreedom was close, or at least thats what the captain is telling me.

I turned around and kept my patrolling of the ship, which wasnt easythis ship was more or less a ferry! It was the only ship available sadly. I gave a atrocious sigh and kept my pace up. A civilian that looked to be completely intoxicated ran out of a nearby cabin and bumped straight into me. He cackled while rolling around on his ass, trying desperately to get up.

I kicked him savagely. Youre not supposed to leave your fucking cabin! Get back inside, now! I proclaimed. His laughter ceased quickly and he crawled back inside and descended the stairs silently. I wished I could be insidethis rain wasnt letting up

***

You slowly opened your eyes and felt the rain pat softly against against your eyes and face. You slowly got up from the ground and brushed the leaves and dirt from your head and arms. You didn't really know what that was, but you had a feeling it was a memory.

"Was that man...me?" you asked yourself quietly. Were you the man that kicked the civilian with anger? You shrugged, not sure if you cared or not. You heard a bit of rustiling behind you, followed by a soft moan. You had a few options: stay here and find out what it is, head North - further up the island - or head East, leading you pretty much no where. Choice is up to you...

Caitlen Florance

You followed Robert into the forest that seemed to be a bit of a nuiscance. The forest was extremly misty, almost obscuring your view completely, but that wasn't the worst of it: the woods entangled you almost to the point of no movement! After a few minutes, you heard Flaunders fire wildly into the crowd of people that followed in your wake, and it made you go faster. After being untangled, you followed Robert and John, and you seemed to have been running for a few minutes before coming to a less-dense part of the forest.

"Hey, uh...where's that other Army-" John was saying, but you didn't get to hear anything else. His voice got quieter and quieter until you oculdn't hear it anymore...you couldn't hear anything at all! Then, your vision got blurry and pitch black. The last thing you remember before passing out was the hard fall that seemed to have sent pain to the back of your head.

***

I listened to the commotion outside my roomI guess Johnny left his room and ran into one of the Military personnel; probably drunk like usual, but still cute none-the-less. My light was still on which was something that they hated me for, but I know they wont do anything to me, I meanIm just a teenager! I walked to my bed, sat down, and looked at the ceiling fan that moved the warm air around and around.

Ugh.

I looked over to see my injured dad lying on his bed on the opposite side of the room. His left arm was in a bandage, and some of the blood was seeping through.

Damn them, dad, I whispered out of earshot. Damn them for doing this to you.

***

You woke up to feeling of soft rain patting against your skin. You got up slowly, rubbing your head, and noticed that all the others were gone, except the other Military guy. He seemed to be hunkered down and going through the bag that he carried. You got up and cleared your throat, making him instantly turn around and reach for his gun; he was definately jumpy. When he realised it was you, he sighed a bit and went back to looking through the bag.

"Have a good nap?" he asked rhetorically.

Jordan "Blaze" Chace

You stared into your clip a little longer before having a nagging feeling that you lost something. Not like losing an item, but soemthign else, something more...important. You looked up inot the dark clouds and noticed that rain has stopped over this side of the island which made you a little happier now. But, you noticed that the clouds were getting darker and darker, slmot making it impossible to even see. Then you looked around, and noticed it wasn't the sky that was getting darker, it was everything! The last thing you remember before passing out was the hard fall that seemed to have sent pain to the back of your head.

***

I lied in my bed, looking up at the dark ceiling. The memories of my hometown flashed through my mindIm homesick. Weve been on this fucking boat for at least a week, and so far the military are getting more agitated with us then the enemy! Its like, were the roots of their problems! Thankfully, there are a few nice civilians on this ship, some of which Id not want leave behind once we actually reach our checkpoint (wherever that is.) Which reminds me, the Captain would never tell us where we were heading! He just kept mentioning, Sanctuary! Is that not a good enough answer for you? Well, tough shit!

Id love to drop kick him in the face, but at least my girlfriend is here. I turned my head towards where she is laying; I cant see her as this room is pitch black, but I still know shes there, with her arm resting sightlessly on my chest. I smiled inwardly, knowing that I at least have her

***

You got up, startled to death and almost screaming. You looked around wildly, and noticed that you weren't alone. The things have followed you, so you had a few choices: Head more to the West to wherever it would lead, stay there and dwell a bit on the dream you just had, or head North towards the other island. Choice is up to you.

Jordan "Blaze" Chace

He looked down at the clip, mesmerized by its simplicity....he tried to base his chances of survival on those ten bullets, and he thought it was really thin, for a second there, he let his mind stray to thinking he should give up now, us nine of the bullets, and use the last one for himself, but what if there werent 10 bullets left? what if he was wrong? he would be eaten...

he decided to drop the thought...he looked up, taking a deep breath he noticed that the skies were getting darker, the rain had stopped, but thunder clouds were right above him...that didnt seem right...he thought he heard something in the bushes, he reached for his gun simultaniously looking to where he thought the noise came from, but it was to dark to see...and it was getting darker!!!...the last thing he remembered before blacking out was a sharp pain in his head...

I lied in my bed, looking up at the dark ceiling. The memories of my hometown flashed through my mindIm homesick. Weve been on this fucking boat for at least a week, and so far the military are getting more agitated with us then the enemy! Its like, were the roots of their problems! Thankfully, there are a few nice civilians on this ship, some of which Id not want leave behind once we actually reach our checkpoint (wherever that is.) Which reminds me, the Captain would never tell us where we were heading! He just kept mentioning, Sanctuary! Is that not a good enough answer for you? Well, tough shit!

Id love to drop kick him in the face, but at least my girlfriend is here. I turned my head towards where she is laying; I cant see her as this room is pitch black, but I still know shes there, with her arm resting sightlessly on my chest. I smiled inwardly, knowing that I at least have her

He woke with a startle, he let out a scream, sweat poring down his face, the memories of the dream faded quickly, then his head slammed with one thing....Katie Chace.....That was the thing, it pulsed in his head like an angry hornet, just then, he noticed he wasnt alone, he needed to vacate the area immediatly...he head ached, felt like it was split in two...he stood getting a head rush...he lay his hand against the tree to steady himself. his sight cleared...he looked up, just as he did that...a sprinkle, almost a mist, came down on him...the wind blew...west...

how did he know that? he didnt know...but what he did know, is taht was the way he needed to go, but the thougth of supplies still lingered in his head...he was going to die in a couple of days if he didnt find water...he was thirsty allready, and he knew that he couldnt drink the salt water, that would just kill him faster...

he started off west at a walk, aftering hearing rustling in the brush he hurried to a jog, then a run, then an all out sprint...he ran for probably 500 meters, and slowed to a walk, figuring they wouldnt catch up for a good while...

he kept his eyes open for anything usfull, but found nothing, at one point he did find a round wooden, what looked like a bowl, filled with rainwater, he drank it without hesitation...he payed no heed to if it was poisoned, or had bacteria in it.....
he walked towards the sunset...he could barely see it under the clouds, far west.....

This post has been edited by mrchace on August 18, 2005 01:30 am

Jordan "Blaze" Chace

Your throat was parched, you were must have been passed out for awhile, and the short coma dind't help either. Even the bowl of rain water still dind't drench your dry throat...A few leaves on the limbs of the trees had some water on them, so you took the opportunity to drink some more water. After about 10 minutes of drinking the H2O, you decid to move on.

***

After what seemed like hours - you're not sure - you finally came to the ocen un eventfully. The mist the water created was chilling, aadn the wind wasn't making the matters any better. You held your arms tight around yourself...you missed her. You don't really remember all that much, but you miss her...

You shook your head. "No time o think about that now," you say to yourself, but you still kept thinking about that dream. Your eyes darted left and right, hoping to find something! When you were about to turn around and leave, you found soemthing that caught your eye: a raft! Well, not really much of a raft, but it was a large piece of wood that oculd easily hold your weight. It was floating in the water about 30 meters out, and you could tell the current was taking it to another island...not the bigger one, but a different one. You could either stay on this island that was infested with zombies, or go exploring like Huckleberry Finn on a wooden raft. The choice is yours...

Jordan "Blaze" Chace

water.....water.....
that was the only thing on my mind...i was so thirsty i thought cactie could grow in my throat. the rain water in that bowl, didnt help me much...

I had tried to get some water off leaves of the trees, i managed to get my throat to feel like a desert that just got a little rain.....

....darkness......


"I must have passed out" i sat up, i had a headache again...but nothing was tearing up my mind like last time, i must have passed out from lack of water...

i stood up, again dizzy, but not as dizzy as the last time. i didnt have to steady himself. i cheacked to make sure he still had my gun...I did...I started walking again...

what felt like hours later, i came to the end of the island, ocean spread out to what seemed another island, not the big one i saw back on the beach, but another small island...mist sprang up from it...giveing the place an eerie atmosphere, about 30 feet out lay a make-shift raft, looked as if it could easily hold my weight...

My mind went back to the dream hopelessly, i missed her, whoever she was, i missed her, a longing feeling that nagged at the back of you, tearing it away piece by peice, my heart was ripped in half, torn into two. i wish she was her, the pain is to much.

My mind lingered on it for a few more seconds, then he slapped himself, so hard that his eyes want blank for but a second...

i had my sences back, i lifted my gun above my head, and began wadeing in the water, it almost got to the point of going over my head, but just as i would have had to drop my gun in the water and swim to the raft, i jumped on it. i was soaked when i finnaly got on it, set on its coarse, he hoped ther was nothing in the water, sharks scared the fuck out of him....

During the raft ride he had alot of time to think about her....he cried alot, he got so angry on time he almost wasted one of his bullets...he finnaly set on letting it go and getting some sleep, he didnt count comas sleep so, he lay down on the hard raft, and tried to sleep....

Jordan "Blaze" Chace

You slept for a bit, but any dream that you did have, you couldnt remember; you could have dreamed about the girl or a bunch of sharks tearing at you...who knows?

You opened your eyes slowly, to look down at teh cold water that showed your reflection. The water was dark, yet very clear. You could see the bottom of the dark, deep sea. You put the tips of your fingers in hte water and started to make a few swirls in the water, making your fingers feel like little ice cubes. You did this for a bit and then took your hand out of the water and restecd your head upon your hand. You looked lazily in the waters some more and then saw one large eye stare right back at you. You blinked and got up quickly, and it was still there...there was a large yellow eyes that must be as big as you at the bottom of the ocean. You couldn't see teh head the eye was connected to, but as soon as you saw it, it was gone.

You sat on the raft, holding your legs up to your chin. Afraid of seeing the eye again, you didn't have any urge to look in the ocean again. You looked across the ocean and saw the island you were "aiming" for and got ready to jump off the raft. After about five minutes, the raft stopped on the shore of the island. Unlike the other island, this one had large stones and rocks that were even bigger than you - some as big as a house - littered across the the island. You slowly got off the raft and felt the coldness of the water rushing up your ankles. You dragged th raft up onto the shore and stopped to lay down on the sand. You breathed deeply and heard your stomach rumble a bit; you were hungry.

You sat up and picked your gun up. You looked around and noticed something off to the right about a couple hundred meters away on shore. Something was shining a bit and it caught your interest, making you want to run over to it. You got your ass up off the ground and started to walk over to it.

You got half way and saw what it was: a broken down helicopter.

"What the Hell?" you asked yourself.

You walked over to it and saw that it was still smoking some from the torn rotors. The thing was laying on its side, broken glass and bullet shells littered the crash site. That wasn't what really caught your interest as much as what was inside the chopper; inside had a large flag that represtend a certain country. You knew what it was in the back of your mind, but you couldn't pin point it. The flag was red with a golden/yellow star on the upper right hand side of it.

You turned around to leave to be met by a man in a green jumpsuit, black straps criss crossed over his crotch and arms. He held some sort hand gun in his left hand at you and holding a large wound on his side with his right hand. Blood was seeping through his fingers and fell on to the sand making stains on the dark colored powder.

He asked a question from you in urgency in a language you didn't understand. You just stared right back at him and then he asked the same thing again, this time with urgency. You still had your handgun in your hand, and you had a bad feeling from this guy.

"Sir, I...I don't understand you," you said to him. He stopped talking abruptly and stared at you with his squinty eyes. His jaw dropped and his hand shook a bit. He then charged at you, making you bring up your gun. Before he caught anywhere near you, you shot him in between the eyes, making him fall to the ground roughly.

You checked his body for anything, but he only had a few ammo clips for his handgun that didn't seem to fit your gun. You looked around and noticed scratching noises, like fingernails on a chalkboard. Except, you had a feeling it wasn't a chalkboar, it were the stones that was all around you.

You could check the guy some more for stuff (like radios, flashlights, and other junk), see what's making that noise by staying put, or go past the rocks and into the forest.

Alex Keyes

After I had awakened from my brief flashback, I was back on my feet, my G36C in my hands. Was that really me? Did I really do that? Not knowing what to think of the flashback, I looked around. A soft moan made me turn quickly to some undergrowth, where there was some rustling.

I presented myself with three choices. The first choice was to investigate the rustling - maybe it was a wounded person. While I wasn't too keen on letting anyone carrying a gun or shambling around in search of flesh find me, I wasn't going to leave someone to bleed to death. The second choice was to head north, further up the island. I had found a custom-made Zippo in one of my pockets, and there were plenty of matches in my backpack, sitting in a waterproof bag. I could easily start a signal fire, and get off this place. The third choice was to head east, where I could find...pretty much jack shit. Or I could encouter a whole mob of the dead things, or possibly a jungle cat, and end up being torn to shreds. I decided to forgo the third choice.

I decided on a mixture of the first and second choices. I would check from a safe distance what was in the undergrowth, and if something unfriendly came out, I could easily send it back to hell.

"Who's there?" I shouted at the undergrowth.

The rustling stopped. I took this to be a bad sign, and took a hand grenade from my backpack. "I'll give you to the count of three to reply, pal. Otherwise you'll be sharing that hiding place of yours with a high-explosive grenade. One."

Silence.

"Two."

Still silence.

"Thr-"

A leopard leapt out of the bush, slamming into my chest. The hand grenade left my hand, and rolled away, the safety pin still attached. My assault rifle was on a sling, and as the leopard had jumped into my chest, it had pressed the gun to my chest. I was unable to bring it into play.

I hit the floor, and used the hand not caught up with the rifle to punch the leopard in the side of the head. "Get off me, you piece of crap!" I shouted, continually hitting it.

While I was starting to make it dazed, it was still quite heavy, so I was unable to get my hand free. I tried to grab my pistol, and found that the Beretta was in its holster on the other leg. I found the handle of my machete instead, and pulled it out of its sheath. "Take the damn hint!" I shouted, and plunged the large knife up to the hilt in the leopard.

The creature suddenly shuddered, and then went limp. I pulled my machete out of the animal, and pushed it off. "Too close, I muttered, cleaning off the blade and sheathing it. I scooped up the hand grenade, and returned it to the backpack. "Time to head north," I muttered, starting my journey northwards.

Jordan "Blaze" Chace

darkness, i dream of darkness....

i wake up, again sweat dripping down the side of my face. i dont remember the dream this time...its all darkness....it might have been about her...that would explain the thing in my pants, but maybe it was just some naked lady....i would never know..

i looked down into the dark murky water, i saw myself in it plus the bottom of the sea...i put my finger in the water, freezeing or not..and made little riple circles with it...it passed the time for a little while till i finnaly noticed that i wasnt the only one looking. a large yellow eye stared back at me, i jumb up and grab my gun...but the eye blinks out.

I put my gun away savagly and sit in the middle of the raft. knees to my chest. I slap myself, what would alittle gun like that do to i gigantic monster...

images of big nasty monsters fill my head...i see myself eaten 100 times over before i land at the island...

i step into the icy cold water...it seepes through my socks and shoes, and what feels like my skin, eating at the bone...

I pull the raft onto the shore and lay in the sand, thanking god i made land...

My stumach rumbled, i punched it...

"No im not hungry" i reasured myself...

sand started getting into my ear, I sat up. i pulled my gun and cheacked the clip again, reasuring myself that i still had approx 10 shots left....

i looked around myself...

"forest forest and more for---hey whats that shiny thing?"

Something gleamed in the sunlight, something....calling for me...he got off my ass which had started to hurt..and began walking towards the sparlking hunk of whatever that was....

I got half way there and noticed it was a broken down helicopter, smoke still coming from its rudders....

My walk quickend to a fast walk....
I was lucky enough to reach the helicopter in less than 5 minutes at that speed....

"What the hell is this shit?" i said sarcasticly, looking at a red flag sitting in the cockpit of the helicopter...it had a yellow symbole in the upper right hand corner...i had no idea what it meant, but there was something tingling in my brain...

i thought to myself "WTF am i going to do with a broken helicopter..." i turned to leave only to be met by....a man in a grean jumpsuit...the man looked somewhat old with bushy white/blonde eyebrows and hair... i almost let out a laugh..but noticed the man had a gun, my gun still in my hands we both pointed it at each other...and his other hand on a wound on his side...crimson liquide seeped through his fingeres sharing its color with the sand...

"Angre Ehnt Sunap eh erenta!!!!" the man said in urgencey, waveint the gun around like a madman, I thought he was going to shoot himself...but he didnt, he finnaly rested the gun at me again...

"sorry sir, i no idea what you are saying..."

"Enat To empath Enric shenry tent funas" He said again, urgency in his voice...

I went to re peat myself when the man dropped his gun and began running at me, i popped a cap in his ass, he fell limp to the sand, littering it with crimson tears...

I looked into the mans face...crimson seeping from the large whole in his head...

"9 shots left...." I thought to myself...then a brilliant idea came to my head
"The guys got a gun, im going to take his!" I searched his body... i heard a weired scratching sound, but put it in the back of my mind when i found 3 clips of 18 shots for his gun...i took the mans gun and the clips of ammo and shoved them into my pocket...my pockets were full to the brink now...i moved the guns to my waist belt clicking the safty on as i did....equeling the magazines out into each pocket....i just finished placeing the last one in my pocket when i heard something behind me, i twirled just in time to hold its head back as it tried to bite my neck...it pushed its wait onto me, forcing me to the ground...

This post has been edited by mrchace on August 19, 2005 10:25 pm

John Akan

Those people passing off at the same time... those.. undeads ?
That was too weird. And I couldn't remember my past. And this gun... which I handled easily....too easily. Who am I ? Where am I ?
I had to clear those thoughts of my mind.
"We don't have time to think about that now.*
I was still in the jungle, getting some wood with a guy named "Robert Mc kenna" (viking).
I had a weird feeling... like someone... something was watching us. But I couldn't see it.
Hopefully in case of encounters with those undeads (Zombies as I call them) I had my MP-7 PDW.
"Wow. How could I know this ?"
The only thing I was sure was my name. John akan. It was like... like someone washed my memory.



After half an hour of collecting, we took the wood and headed back to the camp.
Surprisingly, noone attacked us.

But I still felt that oppressing presence.

***
Hey! Get me on this, I got a character.

you gotta make ur own character and write what he does

WHAT THE HECK!!!!!!! MY POST GOT DELETED!!!! Ugh, i'm to lazy to write it again.

This thing kind of died, so...yeah. Don't bother with it anymore or I'll throw one of these things on you while you're sleeping: