Author Topic: Rage [Two spots open, PM me]  (Read 5714 times)

// IDK maybe you can like read the rules xD!!!

Name: Maxwell Mcgowan
Gender: Male
Age: 63
Clothing: Flannel jacket, white undershirt, golf pants, moccasins, glasses, old cap.
Appearance: Wrinkly, five feet seven inches, slightly hunched over, large veins, brown eyes, short grey hair.
Gear(Weaponry, medical gear): Cane.
Supplies(Food, misc. stuff): Pain killers.
Ethnicity: Caucasian, Canadian.

Suddenly something is tapping at the front door.

"Hold on." Jack pushes open the door with the barrel of his rifle and makes his way to the front. He invites the man in and leads him to the back room.

"I've gone from being alone to being in a gas station with a bunch of damn kids..." I mutter as I look around.

"Yeah, well we didn't exactly need an old coot to slow us down either." I say, my Irish accent sticking out.

"Watch your mouth. I've been to the ends of the Earth and back with what I've done with my life. I've fought probably hundreds of people across my time. If you don't think a man who knows more about the world than anybody else in here, I'll leave." I explain as I point my cane around the room, and then use it to hold myself up when I finish. "I also don't need the cane to walk, I needed SOMETHING to fight my wife."

"So? How are you going to help us?"

"Five seconds and there's already arguing.. forget. Get along, guys. He's here because we need more people and there's about a kajillion of those things outside.

"How can I help you? I was a professional hunter! I hunted alligators, deer, ducks, snakes, anything to get me some money. I know survival, how to cook a dead animal and guns better than you..." I hiss.

"Here." I open my bag and an IDF patch falls out. I quickly shove it back in and toss a bag of chips at him. "We're both acting like damned women. when's the last time you ate?"

"When I ate all the cottage cheese in my fridge. My wife didn't go to the store before she became one of those things, so I was stuck with little." I explain as I began eating the chips.

Im awakened from my slumber in the back room by all the yelling. "Will you guys just SHUT UP!?" I yell, "No one wants to hear you scream! We have enough to worry about!"

"Hey, shut up, they're not yelling and you're attracting those things, idiot."

"Me? I was sleeping the whole time! If they woke me up, who knows what else they've awakened?" I yell in a softer, quieter tone.

Brian pipes up, "Will everyone shut the forget up before WE ALL get chopped to GOD DAMN PIECES by those GOD DAMN THINGS." he say in a hushed tone. He looks around for a roll of tape.  After finding one, he jury rigs his knife to the end of the blunt wooden stick he found earlier.