Salvation: An Unoriginal Rp on an Unoriginal Format!

[Mikoyan]

I put a radio broadcast saying I'll be leaving for Mexico in 1 hour.

[Ad Bot]

[Gojira]

I put a radio broadcast saying I'll be leaving for Mexico in 1 hour.

"Coming!"
I shove Kochie and his dog into the car, pack my mattress and my food, and set off for the airport.

[Tomcat]

Name: Thomas
Age: 16
Location: Texas
Inventory: Machete | Keys to Oddessy | Clothes | Multi-way Radio | Matches | Multitool | Flashlight | Backpack | Duffel Bag with Shotgun, Pistol, and ammunition.
Status: Working
Companions: None
Mood: Nothing important.
     Thomas could see the person at the table on his CB radio. He approached the man silently, making sure that he did not alert the man as he spoke. he neared around 15 feet away from the person and ducked behind a concrete barrier, and took out the loaded shotgun and pistol.
 

[Gojira]

I heard footsteps creeping towards me.
I draw my pistol and point it in the direction of the noise, but not before turning off my HAM radio.
"Who are you?!"

[Mikoyan]

I open the Kingair's door and begin to pack all of my gear up.

[Tomcat]

Well, the gig was up.
     The shotgun was already pumped before hand, so it only took a second to point it out and shoot at the questioner' legs, which were clear in the broad daylight.

[Mikoyan]

I finish loading the gear and take out a water bottle to sip on.

[morningstar]

One sec.  Editing soon.

[Plethora]

Name: Macus Walter
Age: 17
Inventory: Swiss Army Knife, Bandages, Compass, matches, hatchet, food & water, Map of US
Location: Houston, Texas
Status: Time warped, content
Companions: None
Mood: Who cares about that?

To save myself trouble, I've jumped ahead in the space time continuum so I can get where I want. (Not in the RP though).

I've finally made it, after months of travel, I've made it to Houston. I've set up a base camp near an overrun convenience store. Lately, I've been attending to the local radio towers. Airwaves say everyon'es meeting in Dallas. That the case, I'm waiting here. If they can all survive two months without trying to murder each other up north, I'll see about joining them. Meanwhile, it's the (relatively) easy life for me. Sun, food, water, shelter. Best I've had it since the Missisippi River.

[Mikoyan]

I lock the door on the Kingair and go to look for a tug.

[Gojira]

Well, the gig was up.
     The shotgun was already pumped before hand, so it only took a second to point it out and shoot at the questioner' legs, which were clear in the broad daylight.

"GAH!"
I fire a shot at my attacker, before realizing he only did it in self defense.
Good thing is, I missed. I crawl over to him, wounded, and say,
"Now, answer my question. Who the hell are you?!"

[Mikoyan]

After walking around the airport for about half an hour, I finally find a tug and drive it over to the aircraft, I proceed to pull it over to the fuel pump, "I will be starting the engines in 5 minutes to anyone who is out there, Feel free to come. I'll be stopping in Laredo on the way there." Once I finish refueling the Kingair I pat the 210 goodbye.

[mp7964]

I set up a radio loop on all available stations, 24 hours a day.

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*Loop BEGIN Stations="AllAvailable"; Time="12:00A-12:00P";*
To anyone seeking shelter, drive to Fredricksburg, Texas. I am in the Boone Ranch, a 1950's era ranch. We have approximately 5 square miles of land to spread out on, but the main governing body will be at the ranch house, not far from the entrance. The entrance is approximately 2 miles away from the city of Fredricksburg. I am attempting to establish a colony.

Coordinates are 6.353 North, 5.32 East [fake cords ftw :D]
The entrance is open from 12:00 PM to 5:00 PM, but I will allow entrance at other times if you request. I have cameras rigged on the entrance and all of the gates.
*Loop END*

[Gojira]

"DRIVE, MAN!"
Kochie steps on it.
We quickly manage to get to the airport, and I unload my things by tossing them into the Kingair. Kochie grabs the mattress.
"GET IN!"
I crawl in. Alex notices my wounded legs.
"Ugh..."
I collapse unconscious on the floor of the Beechcraft.

[Mikoyan]

Me and Kochie quickly load the cargo and tie it down. I hop in the front left seat and toss a first aid kit to Kochie, "Buckle in!" I go through the Checklists and take off heading to Laredo.