In a deserted land in the Haunted Wastelands, I awoke to the sounds of a demonic humming. I saw a slight grey fog come from the bricks keeping me from death. It appeared as if my comrades were gone. Mmn.. I need a few more minutes of rest... Whoa, come on. Time to get up already? "N! Hide!" What the hell was that? But I suppose all the strange crap going on would explain it. Just as I got up, a couple of the bricks broke down. stuff. I gotta get to the vault! (Shut up, this building now has a vault) I was running as fast as I could. I looked back and saw one of my main men get eaten alive by a.. Weird creature with Dark Cyan skin.. You can't believe the pain It caused. I was able to put the ID in and close the door just as a pack of 20 came at me. Some skinny one tried to crouch - jump into it when the door crushed it's head. It was jamming the door though, so I had to pull it's head out. Not like that, you ass. I turned back and saw someone pointing a shotgun at me, but put it down when he realized who I was. "N. It's been a while." It was <Insert Player Here>. We were friends since I was 16. "N You crazy bastard! What the hell is going on?" He yelled. "If I did, I would have already told you by now man. But the question is, what the deuce are we going to do?"
He replied in a sad tone "Good point." I could see why. I watched one of my friends' flesh get torn apart by a corpse. You don't see that every day. He might have had it worse, but I suppose we should be happy to be alive. "So. How much supplies do we got?" He took me by the arm and swung me behind him. I saw that we had enough food to last a month, and to top it off A couple of weapons. "At least there's that.."
So here I am, trapped in a base with 30 other people. "Well what the hell are we gonna do?" <Insert Player Here> yelled. "Wait it out probably." <Insert Player Here> replied, but was interrupted by <Insert Player Here>, the leader and founder of our station. "If we are going to survive, we will need to make a plan. Anyone who has combat experience, please raise your hands." 13 People replied. "Really, N?" <Insert Player Here> said. "Oh come on. Give me a katana, and a shotgun and I'm unstoppable. 1,625 Hours of COD, RE, and MGS isn't going to make me into a noob, is it?" Yeah, but this is the REAL world. (Irony)
After quite a bit of discussion (Mainly arguments.. Sadly) We decided to just go to bed for the time. A few people would keep watch and alert us if anything happened. Over time we decided to just fight back. A few good men died in the process, which we had to kill off their corpse, but come on. A year later, I was 24. I was able to rebuild the base and fend off the pests for a while, and we had a base 6 times larger, with thousands of residents. But that was a long time ago, in a fictional world far, far away -- Actually, it was New Jersey but you know man hehe *cough*
