Author Topic: The Eye of the Storm [Now without a CS:S joke.]  (Read 15654 times)

I open my door, hitting the raider in the face, knocking him on his ass.

"WOAH SWEET BABY JESUS!" I shout before grabbing my head.

"Oh don't mind me you just happened to rob my neighbor you greedy filth and I guess I'm a bit mad so I'm just going to just," I say in a dull flat monotone, before quickly slamming my boot into the raider's face, and when I did, I said, "Boop."

Not only did the boot give my face a large amount of pain, I fell backwards and slammed the back of my head onto the ground. "I DO WHAT IS NEEDED TO SURVIVE! I HAVEN'T EATEN IN A WEEK, I ALMOST GOT SHOT AND I THREW UP EARLIER!" I shout over my pain.

Not finding anything important and hearing a man hollering I re-wrap my scarf and run off into the storm.

"Yeah well that's the excuse everybody made when my boot was on their face and to be honest I don't really care." I place my shoe on the kid's chest.

(Cough) "I hope this stupid rag can keep the dust out"
I was now walking towards what seemed like a run down market. I heard some shouting and thought someone might need assistance, so I jumped the gate and hid by the corner of the store.
"Hey!" I shouted, "Need any assistance? I would sure like some!"
I'd probably have to deal with the consequences later, right now I needed a place out of this dust.

"I was hungry! Do you honestly think I'm a blood hungry raider that just wants to dine on the ribs of anybody that weighs more than twenty pounds?" I ask, attempting to lift the boot off of me. "I do what is needed without making twenty friends..." I mutter, going at it with the boot again.

I hear a very quiet, distant yell. I begin to head towards it, with the hope that I'll find something interesting.

I lean more of my weight on the boot on his chest. "To be honest, yeah. I wouldn't be surprised. You've got the attitude."

I grunt in pain. "Well I don't want to try making friends with everybody and end up getting shot in the back of the head..." I say, still attempting to lift the boot.

"Stop pushing at my boot you're not going to get anywhere with it."

"Am I supposed to sit here and enjoy it?"

"No you're going to sit here until McLazy over there," I said, gesturing to Jacov's apartment, "decides he wants to beat the ever-living Christ out of you."

"I really hope the fatty decided to follow me..."