You seriously read through ten pages of lengthy posts? I give you kudos.
Also hell yes since we just had several more posts. Reading now.
Lol I did the same to read Jorici's stories. I love how after we see the topic is dying, we all contribute to the posts :I
Now. Let's continue with my story.
Name: Anthony "Billy Mays" Sullivan
Status: Good and sane (100% health, 100 rads, and 90% sanity)
Items (4/4): 10mm ammo (40), 10mm pistol (half rusty), 9mm shotgun (partial rust), and 9mm shells (50)
Gained: A jeep full of weapons and part of the G checkpoint
Lost: Mike :C
Name: Mike
Status: Dead (0%)
Items: None
Gained: Death status
Lost: Life and his facking jeep
As I see Mike go inside, I ready my pistols and Scar-H seeing they have ammo in them. My shotgun would have to be dumped soon since I didn't have proper cleaning materials for it to not be rusty anymore. When I heard a few gunshots, I knew what to do. I hopped into the jeep which was concealed in the forest. I parked outside waiting for the doors to open. After a few minutes of waiting, I had to find something else to do. I expected the plan to go a bit awry, so I started to look for something else to get my way inside. Luckily, I found a RPG in the stack of guns in the trunk of the jeep. It only had 2 rockets which I thought was a complete waste of space.
"Damn, this had better work."
I fired my RPG at the gate. Fortunately, part of the wall started to crack and later crumble under its own weight. Now I could drive inside. I jammed the auto-pilot button and went on top of the jeep to arm the minigun. It was a pretty good belt-fed weapon with very piercing rounds and a lot of spare ammunition. I could see guards around what looked to be a body. I unloaded on the group, killing them almost instantaneously. A couple of guards tried to be sneaky, little bastards and fire at me. I got smart and fired at them, spraying through their guts and everything. I looked around, waiting for more guards to reveal themselves. Everything was still. I got off of my jeep and went over to the body all the guards were surrounding before I tore them to pieces.
What seemed to be a victory for me wasn't a victory after all. It was Mike's body. He had been my only friend and kept with me for the whole time, even if I was going a bit apestuff. He had nothing on him of use besides a few muffled words I couldn't make out. He then gurgled and lay still. I had no time to mourn or have a funeral for him because at any time, there would be more guards coming out of the closet to arrest me. I carried his 155 pound body over to my jeep, loading him into the trunk, and driving off of the checkpoint the way we came from.
Welp, Mike died. I hope to introduce some more action packed things including meeting other characters, getting across from Checkpoint G and H, and exploring westward. I don't know how to fix what I've gotten myself into. I just attacked a maximum security checkpoint.