Salvation: An Unoriginal Rp on an Unoriginal Format!

[Kochieboy]

(stuff editing, I can't read.)

[Ad Bot]

[Mikoyan]

I move toward Jacov slowly and take his laptop, "Don't you try anything.. I'm  doing this for the good of us" I say, still aiming the rifle at him. I step out of the plane to destroy it.

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Name: Alex Lenia

Age: 17

Location: Laredo, Texas

Inventory: Campsite around our plane filled with goods.

Status: Destroying a laptop

Mood: Aware

[Kochieboy]

*I look around trying to find something to keep me entertained*

*I hop out of the plane and look for a stick*

*I find a stick, and call for zeus*

*I play fetch with Zeus*

Location: Somewhere on the Texas/Mexico border
Inventory: Bowie Knife, Winchester 30-30, 2 Packs of 30-30 bullets, Jerky (Great Quality), 2 Water bottles, Painkillers (Extra Strength).
Status: Fuddled, lightly bleeding, full. Playing Fetch.
Mood: Happy

[xxxxkill]

Screw it, I'm bored as hell.

Name: Alex Aroth/xxxxkill
Age: 12
Location: San Leandro, California
Inventory: Hell if I know.
Status: Emotionally shocked
Companions: N/A
Picture: N/A
Mood: Depressed


It's been about [days since rp started] since everybody died.
I had buried their bodies in the first day.
Tried to kill myself the next.

And now I'm here, shaking with grief like a child. Clutching the knife in my hand as though it were my sanity.
I was losing my grip on reality.
I thought I had woken up. That everything was fine.
Reality hit me like a train.
Everybody I knew was dead.
Friends.
Family.

I dropped the knife, and it hit the ground with a loud clang.
I opened my eyes again, staring at the floor.
I shuddered. The weather was like an insult to my mood. It was nice and sunny. I cursed the sun.

[morningstar]

We aren't even in Eastern Texas, lol

Read Mexico, Sherlock.

[Mikoyan]

Read Mexico, Sherlock.

I was talking to Kochie, dipstuff.

[Kochieboy]

*I look around...*

"Hmmm... seems like a day to look for food..."

[Gojira]

*I look around...*

"Hmmm... seems like a day to look for food..."

The back of the Jeep opens, and food pours out.

"You were saying?"

[Kochieboy]

"Wow, that alot of food..."

"I wonder where the nearest signs of civilization are?"

[xxxxkill]

Name: Alex Aroth/xxxxkill
Age: 12
Location: San Leandro, California
Inventory: Hell if I know.
Weather Conditions: It's cold.


I grabbed the knife off of the floor, sliding it back into its holder. I walked back to my room. I knew I had to leave. I couldn't just stay here. I would have to leave at some point anyhow. I opened my backpack, looking inside. A binder, not much else. I put my metal water bottle inside the side pocket, and took the binder out. I opened it, and took out all the useless school crap I had inside. Then, I slid out the plastic sheet that held the rings inside.
I grabbed a few notebooks, tearing out the pages I had written on. I put those into one of the sections of my backpack. I grabbed the first-aid kit sitting on my desk, putting that into my binder as well. I hoped I could actually be competant with that. I glanced around. Not much else to take from my desk but the bible I owned. I put that in my backpack as well.
I began to search around the house. I grabbed some chinese medicine, and labeled what my parents generally used it for, and what dosage or how to apply it. I put that inside the first aid kit. I compared the first-aid kit with what we- no, I, had in the medicine cabinet. I had bandages, guaze, disinfectant, some medicine for common dieseases. I made a list of things I might need and should pick up later.
I went into the kitchen next. I probably shouldn't be getting disposable food, so I left the refridgerator untouched. I grabbed each of the knives I had, looking at each one. I took three, two of average length, and one that was about seven inches long. I tied them to the belt I was wearing.
I though for a moment, What else... What else... I grabbed the laptop bag, though I was going to have to carry it rather than put it in my backpack. Worth it. I also took a maglight, and a small but powerful flashlight. The smaller one I attached to my belt, while I stuck the larger one into my backpack.
I grabbed my father's car keys and walked out the door. I climbed into the Volvo (letter)60 and started it up. I damn hope I know how to loving drive. At least my feet touch the bloody pedals. I began to slowly back up out of the driveway, unsure of what I was doing.

[Tomcat]

     Tom walked into the lobby of the hospital. He walked into the ER, and opened a locker full of medical supplies. Nothing to carry it in, though, as he had left his duffel bag at Dallas. he looked around, grabbing a bag of luggage, and filled it with tons of gauze, IV tubes and bags, plasma, and compress wraps and jammed them into the bag. The last thing he got was quick-clotting mixture, filling the rest of the luggage with it.
     He stepped outside into the parking lot, which was filled with the dead bodies of other people. He climbed into a vacant ambulance, and put the luggage into it. The keys were in the driver's hands, who was still in the car. He drove to the gun store, and loaded 12 AR-15s and 34 boxes of .223 bullets into the ambulance. That made 3400 bullets in all. Around 40 magazines came with the AR-15s.
     Now, it was time to return. He drove back to the campsite, to the sight of (battlebrain) destroying a laptop.

[Gojira]

"Dammit Alex, how would I try anything? I was shot in the legs. And you just destroyed my $1500 laptop. Oh well, at least we know where Newegg is," I say, pulling out my iPhone. "Take the phone and I swear to God..."
I'm actually working on my Network+ and CCNA.

[xxxxkill]

$1500 laptop.

Of for the love of forget, why does everybody have nice things.


I managed to pull out of the driveway without a hitch. As I drove, I couldn't help but feel a bit of excitment, like a child with a new toy. I drove to a little shopping plaza, with a Sports Authority, Wal-Mart and Home Depot, among other things.
I climbed out, first going to the Home Depot. I used one of the flat-bed carts to load a bunch of supplies such as bottled water, extra batteries and some food. I grabbed a BB Gun while I was there. It wouldn't provide much protection, but it still made me feel safer. It looked like some sort of hunting rifle. I used a strap to sling it around my neck.
I loaded all the stuff from that cart into the back of the car I had, then stopped by the Sports Authority. I picked up another BB Gun, this time a Baretta M9, and some BBs, copperplated.
Finally, I went back to the Home Depot, to get some piping, for armor or whatever. I also grabbed plywood, which I installed via a couple of three inch screws, and then I put sheet metal on top of it. I installed some extra plywood on top of the hood of the car, taking care not to accidently forget up the engine. On the sides? Sheet metal, bolted and soldered on. For the actual roof of the car, I did what I normally did. Plywood and metal. The back doors were covered entirely by sheet metal, designed to store things rather than seat people. The front doors I left mostly untouched, except for some metal on the sides.
As an afterthought, I cut up some PVC and copper piping, as well as some more sheet metal to seal up some holes. I spray-painted the entire thing black, then climbed in. It wasn't exactly luxury, but it seemed damn safe.

[Mikoyan]

Start sifting through our gear picking out useless stuff

[Gojira]

I start calling random numbers. One picks up.

(xxxxkill, you're up)