Post by David B. on Oct 31, 2012 18:18:04 GMT -8
OOC: Nobody HAS to enter- just if your interested.
"The bombs are falling! Watch out! WATCH OUT! RUN! OH GOD!"
His fists struck stone, a thin layer of blood collecting under his knuckles. It covered an already dried layer of red. His eyes...would seem empty. Like he barely noticed. A left punch. a right punch. Sweat poured off him. He was in a rather unused edge of the nuetral territory. A hill was up around him, most of the homes having collapsed in the bombing. He was, so far as he knew, totally alone in every direction for half a mile.
"RUN, YOU FUCKING COWARD!"
He whipped his leg around, splitering through the stone and smashing through the second beam. The corner of the roof collapsed as he rocketed himself through the window to the warehouse nearby, smashing through the metal doors like they were butter. Inside were many wooden and metal beams, holding up the remains of a car factory. His fist crashed into the side of a giant machine, blowing a massive indentation in the side and ripping its bolts from the floor and flipping it end over end toward the wall, the thing shattering apart like it had been hit by a tank blast.
Here they come! They're killing everyone! HELP!! HELP! THEY'RE KILLING THEM!
David threw his eldow into one of the car frames, sending it flipping over, the sword over his shoulder and the one at his hip shaking with his movements. He cried out in anger as he lifted the frame and hurled it into the staircase, the chunk of metal caving out the wooden steps and sending more rubble and dust to the floor. David brought his hands out in claws, a torrent of wind blowing the glass inward, lifting the metal frame and taking it into the air. Sweat dripped from his chin.
'Stay inside and hide. Don't confront anyone. Wallow in pity at what you know while the world dies around you...'
He let out a bellow as the wind screamed, crushing the car frame into a ball. He hurled it off to the side, the rolling hunk blasting through the wall. He collapsed. He had been at this from about thirty six hours. He took deep, steady breaths, eyes closed. He laid there for ten minutes before deciding it was safe to move. Sitting up, his muscles sore, he crossed his legs, using one hand to reach up and scratch his head as memories continued to stab at his brain from every side. He was covered in filth, his knees and elbows skinned, knuckles torn, hands torn...he coughed, running his fingers through dirt.
"So many lives...."
"The bombs are falling! Watch out! WATCH OUT! RUN! OH GOD!"
His fists struck stone, a thin layer of blood collecting under his knuckles. It covered an already dried layer of red. His eyes...would seem empty. Like he barely noticed. A left punch. a right punch. Sweat poured off him. He was in a rather unused edge of the nuetral territory. A hill was up around him, most of the homes having collapsed in the bombing. He was, so far as he knew, totally alone in every direction for half a mile.
"RUN, YOU FUCKING COWARD!"
He whipped his leg around, splitering through the stone and smashing through the second beam. The corner of the roof collapsed as he rocketed himself through the window to the warehouse nearby, smashing through the metal doors like they were butter. Inside were many wooden and metal beams, holding up the remains of a car factory. His fist crashed into the side of a giant machine, blowing a massive indentation in the side and ripping its bolts from the floor and flipping it end over end toward the wall, the thing shattering apart like it had been hit by a tank blast.
Here they come! They're killing everyone! HELP!! HELP! THEY'RE KILLING THEM!
David threw his eldow into one of the car frames, sending it flipping over, the sword over his shoulder and the one at his hip shaking with his movements. He cried out in anger as he lifted the frame and hurled it into the staircase, the chunk of metal caving out the wooden steps and sending more rubble and dust to the floor. David brought his hands out in claws, a torrent of wind blowing the glass inward, lifting the metal frame and taking it into the air. Sweat dripped from his chin.
'Stay inside and hide. Don't confront anyone. Wallow in pity at what you know while the world dies around you...'
He let out a bellow as the wind screamed, crushing the car frame into a ball. He hurled it off to the side, the rolling hunk blasting through the wall. He collapsed. He had been at this from about thirty six hours. He took deep, steady breaths, eyes closed. He laid there for ten minutes before deciding it was safe to move. Sitting up, his muscles sore, he crossed his legs, using one hand to reach up and scratch his head as memories continued to stab at his brain from every side. He was covered in filth, his knees and elbows skinned, knuckles torn, hands torn...he coughed, running his fingers through dirt.
"So many lives...."
