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Mark, he had a nice, round head. He had a clean face and strong jawline. His lips didn't move at all, trying to keep his precious air supply intact. Mark laid his goggles and respirator onto Thomas's hands. Like lightening, Mark turned around, running towards the tree. Thomas tried to grab him back, too late to pull him back. The skeletons that were following them had come pretty far to them, turning back around when Mark past them. After a moment, somewhere in his mind, it clicked. "NOOOOOOOO!" Thomas yelled out, starting to run after Mark. He couldn't….He WOULDN'T let his brother do it. Mark turned around like a lightning bolt, openi

In a flash, Thomas jerked his wrist, pointing the gun at the men behind John. Without warning or emotion, he pulled the trigger three times, finding the next person's after every shot. Three bodies laid on the rubble, giving the rock a crimson shine. John was cowering in front of Thomas, hands over his ears. "Tell me when you're going to do that!" He yelled, standing back up. Thomas shrugged a little. "I'm sorry, I don't think they would've let me shoot you." He pointed the pistol back at John. He gulped gently, sighing. "I'm ready.." Thomas nodded, pressing the gun on his forehead, squeezing the trigger once more. He caught John before h

"What do you plan on doing Thomas? Blast the manhole open? What if there's debris on the opening, we would just destroy the whole foundation." Mark said, looking back, seeing Sharia following them. "Why didn't you guys wake me?" She asked, shrugs coming from both of the men. When they finished climbing up the stairs, they saw the ladder in all of its glory. It was different though. It seemed to have immense tension on it. "Fuck. You're right, for once, Mark. A lot of debris is laying on the manhole…" Thomas mumbled, getting a cocky scoff from Mark. Thomas glared at Mark, his face cracking a grin. "More explosives then…" Mark's jaw drop

"You're supposed to be dead! And…and you!" She pointed at Thomas, then Mark. Mark tilted his head, letting out a "Huh?" "There were…burning buildings. People with guns shooting other people…" Thomas got up, crossing his arms in thought. He looked up in realization, looking back at Mark. "The rebellion a year ago, in the south-eastern district. She remembers what the rebels did, and…" He looked down, in thought again. "She remembers the rubble falling on top of us." Sharia's head shot up, whimpering. "Yes, you were crushed by a small building." "After the battle was over, they rushed us to the emergency room and saved us." Mark pointed out,

A man slowly walked down a dimly lit corridor. He wore a black and gray military uniform, holding a black assault rifle. Steel doors were lined up on the walls, waiting for something. The man put two fingers up to his right ear, immediately speaking. "Yes, yes, this sector is fine, how's yours?" The man asked. His voice was fuzzy and deep, his breathing heavy. His voice and breath was answered as he turned around, wearing a respirator and black goggles, completely covering his face. He sighed softly, letting go of his rifle slowly, the straps keeping it up. "This is so fucking boring..." He said in a hushed tone to himself, walking up an

.://GOOD Directorate Inc. Audio Log Model 234 online. Last use of this audio log was 00/00/0000. Scanning model for viruses and/or damages.... Text to computerized speech....damaged/unusable Speech to recorded speech....damaged/unusable Speech to text...functional\\:. .://Audio Log booting up in...3...2..1..\\:. . . . .://Entry 1\\:. Hello? Is this thing on? Oh, yes, green light and everything. Well, where should I start? Hmmmm, my name. My name is Matt Sadic, and I am eighteen years old. I am a survivor of the apocalypse. Let's..uh...start from the beginning. It starts from my father. He was a courier for the GOOD Directorate Inc. h

Sam nearly skidded to Hades, he stopped so fast. Hades looked him up and down, chuckling as he saw him. "Yes child, I am Hades. Your Grandfather" His voice was so cold, and as Sam looked into his 'grandpa's' eyes, nothing. Hades pulled his fedora off and his trench coat. He was a medium building, with short hair and pale skin. He pulled out a seat, slowly sitting in it. He gave a snarky smile, pointing to a seat across from him. "Come, sit child..." Sam gave his grandfather a look like Are you serious?   He cautiously took a seat, looking around the Big House for anyone else. "You're probably wondering what I'm doing here."  Sam nodded soft

 Sam slowly opened his eyes, his head pounding again, man he can't get a good sleep. He sat up a little, but his whole torso burned as he did it. He looked around, his eyes widening when he found out that he was sitting in a hospital bed, and that the girl he fought was also in a bed, reading some book. "Oh, good morning Sam." She said formally as she turned to him. "How are you feeling?" Sam tilted his head so much it hurt. "What happened? Why are you so nice?" He asked her, grabbing his head softly as it continued to pound. "Oh, well you kneed my in stomach so I passed out from not enough air, and everyone told me that you went craz

The next thing that Sam knew was that he had just woken up in a weird bedroom. It looked like that they stole the night and threw it into the room, but the rays light that the dark colored curtains tried to hide showed it was morning, or at least midafternoon. Sam was sitting in a big, black bed. There were multiple pillows behind him, and he had at least three dark-colored blankets under him.       "Ah.....what the....." he laid his head on his hands, feeling and hearing the pulse and pain in his head. "Where am I?" He asked himself softly, looking around with his half-opened eyes. They didn't stay half-opened

      It was a cold, windy night in New Jersey. The year was 2001, October 11. We're following someone who's life is about to turned from a petty criminal, to a soldier for a evil entity.      Anyways, it was a cold and windy night, look like a storm was brewing. Through the alleys and corners, a boy, bout 17, was sprinting away from someone, who was yelling loudly at him. "I'll fucking catch you Sam!" a voice behind him yelled. Sam didn't look back, he kept running until the yelling turned into angry mumbles. This boy, Sam, leaned heavily on a light pole, the beam of light shining on him. He wore black jeans and and slim, black sweatshirt,