76 wrote:What a wasted life...He'd ran from home to meet with what he thought was the love of his life. They'd never met, she'd stood him up at the meeting point they'd secretly planned out; leaving him heart-broken...
What had happened to her was a mysterie to him. What happened to him, however, was not. He'd decided that living for himself, like he had, was no-longer worth the stress. He'd live for someone else. He joined the local militia and went to war. Fighting for two years before becoming a prisoner of war. Escaping the camp where he had been held, after a year of torture, he'd run for the border and be arrested by the very military he used to serve.
Befriending the dog of the jail-man, the dog was thrown in the cell with him, to keep him company until they decided what to do with the John Doe.
Before too long, he was considered just a lost soul and cast out. He'd wander the next few years looking for a cause to live before crashing and living as a hobo. The dog staying at his side, needing to be kept, would become his only friend, his only ally, and his only reason to live.
8bit_samurai wrote:While 76 waits to post another, I'll post an Image Tale. Sorry if it's a bit long, I have a tendency to get a lil carried away and stuff
Why has this happened? She thought. Those very words echoed on her mind as she tried to remember what was going on. She couldn’t fully process it since it had happened all too fast. Her life flashing before her eyes has replaced what has transpired that lead up to the situation she’s currently in. All she remembered was a nice happy picnic with some friends and fellow students. She was enjoying a crisp apple under the cool shade of an orchid facing the nice refreshing breeze of the summer wind. Before she was able to finish her summer nirvana and go back to class, there was a loud low monotonous ringing. She stood up and looked around, though it seems nothing was happening besides the disturbing sound. Everyone around her tried hiding from the eerie tone by covering their ears and huddling down. The hideous noise grew louder as the world turned darker as if it were fading away. She tried to identify it’s source before it was too late but the noise interfered with her search. Before it turned to total darkness she looked upon the horizon, and saw them. A mob, lacking individuality and color, moving ever so slowly replacing the horizon with it’s filth. Then, total darkness.
She awoken there. Or at least gained consciousness. A sharp pain in her leg concerned her. She hadn’t the slightest idea what has caused it. The sound of moaning and flesh hitting glass distracted her from her mysterious wound and glanced where it was coming from. Zombies were everywhere outside trying their best to get in. And a tall handsome man with a zombie slaying bat. She gasped and didn’t know what to be more surprised at. “What’s going on? Where are we? Where is everybody?” She wanted to ask more questions but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear the answers. “We’re inside the school.” His voice was deep and filled with uncertainty. “As for the rest of your questions, your guess is as good as mine.” The stranger’s words didn’t provide much assurance, but she wasn’t surprised with his answer. “how did I get here? How did I get this wound on my leg?” She wanted those answers and the sound of her voice showed it. The stranger looked into her eyes as if she were crazy. “Don’t you remember? You lead me here.” There was a slight pause between them as it took the girl a moment to process what he had said. “As for your leg, the zombie you called your best friend ripped some of the flesh off your leg as you jumped over the fence.” No. She thought. It couldn’t be. It can’t be like this. The pain in her leg quickly took over her grieving thoughts. “What do we do now?” She didn’t really care for the answer, she wanted to take some time to comprehend what has happened so far. “First, let’s go to the Nurse’s Office and take care of your leg.” Those unexpected words made her quickly glanced at him, trying to hold back her tears. She couldn‘t tell what the tears were for since everything has happened so fast. “Then what?” Her words barely escaped her lips as she tried her best not to break out crying. It didn’t matter what the answer was to the girl as she felt that anything would make her feel better. “We wait.”
76: Why'd this thread even get started?
b00omshakalaka wrote:Wow, props very nicely done!
mirkosp wrote:I'm not good with stories, so I'll just post a pic. O:
http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/8545 ... uf3.th.jpg
76 wrote:Perhaps some sort of highschool love drama?
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