Apocalypse 1789

[Fracture]

you western wussies know NOTHING about the land of liberty !

jerk

[Ad Bot]

[nienhaus1]

Let's do this right.
Name: Kert Prevess
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Nationality: America
Inventory: Rifled Flintlocks, About 12 Buck and ball, And a Dress Sword
Clothing: Blue Military Infantry suit.
Appearance: Thick Mustache dark brown eyes and hair.
Photo:

[Fracture]

Eventually I make my way back to where I encountered the man in the tree. I look around and notice that he is completely surrounded by Walkers. Keeping my distance, I shout to him, "Do you need any help?"

[nienhaus1]

I walk around with my sword wielded and I hear a girl yelling to my left, I look over and notice someone screaming to another. I run over and ask, "What's going on, does that man need help?"

[Fracture]

a girl

A man runs up to me, startled, I turn around and draw my sword. When I notice its not a walker I sheathe my weapon, "Theres a man in that tree surrounded by Walkers. I figured he needs help"

[nienhaus1]

(Crap sorry about that. I'll fix it.)
"Well then, I think we should help." I start trying to cut the the diseased; Trying my best to get off the head.

[Fracture]

I follow the man and help him kill the several walkers. Once most of them are dead I shout again to the man in the tree, "Are you all right? Sorry I bailed earlier!"

[xxxxkill]

I chill in a tree somewhere and flip through my book.

[Swat 3]

I accidentally shoot the man that asked the other man if he was okay. "Oh my god!" I walk up to see that I only hit him near the leg area. "stuff!" I start to take a medical bag out.

[Fracture]

Wait... Who did you shoot?

[nienhaus1]

Wait... Who did you shoot?

OOC:I think he shot me.
Edit: Do you guys have Skype?

[Swat 3]

I shot Fract

[nienhaus1]

"What- Why in the heavens would you shot this girl!" I get on my knees and start applying presser on the gun wound.

[Swat 3]

"stuff, the bullet missed a infected!" I apply some painkillers to the wounds, "This may hurt a little," I take pliers out and I take the bullet out. I add alcohol.

[Fracture]

I let out a sharp squeal, "No stuff this may hurt a little. Way to loving go, jackass." I take a look around, "The Walkers are starting to come over here, guys"