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Jessie could take care of her self, or at least that's what you tell yourself as you run to the van. Maybe someone was hurt, or trapped inside, you couldn't ignore them. A few people stop to look at the van, but no one else goes to help. You push past a group of people and start to climb up the side. Fred follows behind you, and turns to the people and giving them a glare. Seeing how you are armed, they dispersed and continued to flee down the street. As you clamber on top, you can hear crying in the car. You make your way to the passenger door to see a man in the drivers seat dead, his head caved in from the impact against the wheel. A young boy, around 9 or 10 from the looks of it, was hanging by his seat belt in the passenger side. You struggle to both watch for any threats and talk to the boy, who only whimpers as he stares at the drivers body. You try using a calm and soothing voice to talk to him. "''Hey buddy, are you ok?''" The kid looks up at you with fear and panic, and you mentally kick yourself for such a stupid question. "''Are you hurt?''" the boy shakes his head before looking back down at the corpse "''alright, well i'm gonna get you out of here, ok?''" The boy ignores you, but you doubt he wants to stay in there. By now a small fire has ignited from the engine, and the car is starting to heat up. You open the door, pulling it open, and start to reach down to unbuckle his seat belt. "''ok kid, i need you to hold on to something. I'm gonna get you out of this''" The kid grabs on to the side of his seat, and you start to yank on the seat belt. When it refuses to unlatch, you pull out your knife and cut it. Almost immediately the boy almost falls, holding on his seat for dear life. You reach down and grab him by his arm and slowly pull him out. Once on the side of the car, you give him a look over to check for any wounds. He appears to be Hispanic, with tan skin and black hair matted with sweat. He is wearing a soccer jersey and shorts, along with a pair of cleats that look new. After your sure he is fine except for scrapes and bruises you turn back to the street, only to feel some one grab your feet and yank you down from the van. | Jessie could take care of her self, or at least that's what you tell yourself as you run to the van. Maybe someone was hurt, or trapped inside, you couldn't ignore them. A few people stop to look at the van, but no one else goes to help. You push past a group of people and start to climb up the side. Fred follows behind you, and turns to the people and giving them a glare. Seeing how you are armed, they dispersed and continued to flee down the street. As you clamber on top, you can hear crying in the car. You make your way to the passenger door to see a man in the drivers seat dead, his head caved in from the impact against the wheel. A young boy, around 9 or 10 from the looks of it, was hanging by his seat belt in the passenger side. You struggle to both watch for any threats and talk to the boy, who only whimpers as he stares at the drivers body. You try using a calm and soothing voice to talk to him. "''Hey buddy, are you ok?''" The kid looks up at you with fear and panic, and you mentally kick yourself for such a stupid question. "''Are you hurt?''" the boy shakes his head before looking back down at the corpse "''alright, well i'm gonna get you out of here, ok?''" The boy ignores you, but you doubt he wants to stay in there. By now a small fire has ignited from the engine, and the car is starting to heat up. You open the door, pulling it open, and start to reach down to unbuckle his seat belt. "''ok kid, i need you to hold on to something. I'm gonna get you out of this''" The kid grabs on to the side of his seat, and you start to yank on the seat belt. When it refuses to unlatch, you pull out your knife and cut it. Almost immediately the boy almost falls, holding on his seat for dear life. You reach down and grab him by his arm and slowly pull him out. Once on the side of the car, you give him a look over to check for any wounds. He appears to be Hispanic, with tan skin and black hair matted with sweat. He is wearing a soccer jersey and shorts, along with a pair of cleats that look new. After your sure he is fine except for scrapes and bruises you turn back to the street, only to feel some one grab your feet and yank you down from the van. | ||
| - | Your stomach slams into the side of the van, and knocks the breath out of you, before you fall to the ground. A middle age man stands over you, dressed like he was out for a morning walk, and you immediately notice his skin has a sickly yellow tinge. His eyes are red, and dark veins create webs under his skin. He kicks you in the side and shouts at you "'' Give me everything you have, or I'll splatter your brains on the street!!''" | + | Your stomach slams into the side of the van, and knocks the breath out of you, before you fall to the ground. A middle age man stands over you, dressed like he was out for a morning walk, and you immediately notice his skin has a sickly yellow tinge. His eyes are red, and dark veins create webs under his skin. He kicks you in the side and shouts at you "'' Give me everything you have, or I'll splatter your brains on the street!!''" You try to get up, looking at the man who started to switch and look around him. "'' what the fuck is wrong with you?!''" you shout at him as you begin to stand, only for him to kick you in the chest, sending you falling down to on your back. A woman of similar age walked behind him, crouched like a wild animal stalking its prey. Her skin had the same tinge, her veins the same dark color. She screeched at the man "'' KILL HIM ALREADY, YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A MAN!''" This only made the man scowl more as his hand twitched, "''fucking bitch''" he muttered before walking toward you. ''Fuck this'' you look at the gun right next to you and scramble to it. The man seems to just notice the gun, and lunges for it two. You both grab it at the same time, and both start to pull. He grabs it with both hands, and ii starts to slip |
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Jessie could take care of her self, or at least that's what you tell yourself as you run to the van. Maybe someone was hurt, or trapped inside, you couldn't ignore them. A few people stop to look at the van, but no one else goes to help. You push past a group of people and start to climb up the side. Fred follows behind you, and turns to the people and giving them a glare. Seeing how you are armed, they dispersed and continued to flee down the street. As you clamber on top, you can hear crying in the car. You make your way to the passenger door to see a man in the drivers seat dead, his head caved in from the impact against the wheel. A young boy, around 9 or 10 from the looks of it, was hanging by his seat belt in the passenger side. You struggle to both watch for any threats and talk to the boy, who only whimpers as he stares at the drivers body. You try using a calm and soothing voice to talk to him. "Hey buddy, are you ok?" The kid looks up at you with fear and panic, and you mentally kick yourself for such a stupid question. "Are you hurt?" the boy shakes his head before looking back down at the corpse "alright, well i'm gonna get you out of here, ok?" The boy ignores you, but you doubt he wants to stay in there. By now a small fire has ignited from the engine, and the car is starting to heat up. You open the door, pulling it open, and start to reach down to unbuckle his seat belt. "ok kid, i need you to hold on to something. I'm gonna get you out of this" The kid grabs on to the side of his seat, and you start to yank on the seat belt. When it refuses to unlatch, you pull out your knife and cut it. Almost immediately the boy almost falls, holding on his seat for dear life. You reach down and grab him by his arm and slowly pull him out. Once on the side of the car, you give him a look over to check for any wounds. He appears to be Hispanic, with tan skin and black hair matted with sweat. He is wearing a soccer jersey and shorts, along with a pair of cleats that look new. After your sure he is fine except for scrapes and bruises you turn back to the street, only to feel some one grab your feet and yank you down from the van.
Your stomach slams into the side of the van, and knocks the breath out of you, before you fall to the ground. A middle age man stands over you, dressed like he was out for a morning walk, and you immediately notice his skin has a sickly yellow tinge. His eyes are red, and dark veins create webs under his skin. He kicks you in the side and shouts at you " Give me everything you have, or I'll splatter your brains on the street!!" You try to get up, looking at the man who started to switch and look around him. " what the fuck is wrong with you?!" you shout at him as you begin to stand, only for him to kick you in the chest, sending you falling down to on your back. A woman of similar age walked behind him, crouched like a wild animal stalking its prey. Her skin had the same tinge, her veins the same dark color. She screeched at the man " KILL HIM ALREADY, YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A MAN!" This only made the man scowl more as his hand twitched, "fucking bitch" he muttered before walking toward you. Fuck this you look at the gun right next to you and scramble to it. The man seems to just notice the gun, and lunges for it two. You both grab it at the same time, and both start to pull. He grabs it with both hands, and ii starts to slip
In all the action, the boy has stood up and looked around before jumping off the van and running down the street without word. "fuck, HEY KID, STOP. WHERE YOU GOING?!" whether he hears you or not, he keeps sprinting. Fred lets out an annoyed sigh, before heading to the back of the van and opening the doors. you jump off and stand next to him, nervously eyeing the streets. It has gotten a lot quieter as everyone has either fled or went back inside. Occasional figures run from house to house, but no more vehicles drive by. Fred begins to open the door to the van "Freddy, what are you doing?" you ask over your shoulder, refusing to look away. Fred just chuckled as the door opened " It's the apocalypse Jake, we got to take what we can'" You shudder as you hear that word. Apocalypse, was that what was happening? The glow from the red fog on the mountain only seems to agree, as the sounds of violence could be heard from other streets. Screams, gunfire, and what sounded like a car crash. And it was only getting closer. "Fred, we gotta go man" Fred sighs "guess so, nothing good here anyways" you turn to see what looked like equipment for a child's soccer team. The front of the van is now well on fire, engulfing the drivers seat. You begin to smell burning flesh and leather, and have to stop yourself from throwing up. Fred stands back and looks around before looking back at you "Alright, now what?" You think of all the options you have
