Posts by ||John Delmer||

Hey, hey guys. It's me, Time just using this account because I'm doing things on it.
(I'd say Day Z or Left 4 Dead because I'm a real sucker for anything zombies.)

Cry stumbled out into the darkness, the door shutting behind him. Now he was engulfed in darkness and the only way of direction is to put his hand on the wall an walk along, dragging his palm across it. There had to be some kind of light source around here. He narrowed his eyes even though that wouldn't help him adjust to the dark. Once again, he called out, a bit louder. His voice echoed through the emptiness. "Hello?!"

Felix had made his way out as well. The door shutting behind him was quite loud and made him jump. As soon as he found out how dark it was, he instantly regretted everything. He quickly turned around and tugged on the door... of course it was locked, why wouldn't it be? Well, why should he be scared? It was just the dark. With a sigh, he walked straight down towards the right blindly.

(It has only been one year since 2015, the day the outbreak started. The day it all went to hell. No zombie movies or video games have prepared anybody for this. The outbreak was quick and it didn't show signs of stopping... or being able to be cured. Those who were infected turn within a span of 10-30 minutes. The virus took over their brains and turned them into monsters. There was never any mercy within their eyes. They killed without any remorse and the virus just kept on spreading and spreading. Luckily, it stopped. The virus was airborne, but was somehow stopped in its tracks. Many people have survived and every survivor has built a group. Some are friendly, some are hostile. The largest group is in Vallejo, California. After being able to secure a town, those that are in the group are able to live and thrive. Electricity, gasoline, and any ways of communicating by electronics is limited. The town consists of a middle school, a bar, a few different shops, a few intact houses, and a makeshift farm. There is a forest close by which many go out hunting in. The main area of the town where any type of event/meeting is within in the gym of the school. The town is quite secured with barbed wire and adults who take turns guarding the perimeter. But... what'll happen when infected start to overwhelm the town? Will they abandon it and move on, or will they stay and defend till their very last breath?)

He quietly sat behind the counter on a bar stool, the sounds of arguing going on behind him. To think even during the apocalypse people would still be at each others throats. Quietly, John sighed and stared over at the guy who was their supposed 'bartender'. Even though the world had gone to absolute s*it, there was apparently still plenty of alcohol. As he sat there, he listened to the arguing men behind him. John picked up his glass which was already almost empty and swished whatever was left in there around in the glass. Then the sound of glass breaking caused everybody to go silent. He looked over his shoulder and found that both of them were fighting each other. This was the number one problem in this town, fights could break out at any time and they still kept those who started the fight within in the town. All because of their leader who was way too soft to kick anyone out. He watched as one of the men, who was much younger than the other man get socked right in the face. The impact caused him to stumble and trip backwards into a table. The 3 other people who were in the bar watched. A young woman who was watching hung in the corner, scared to approach. John quickly stood up and approached the man who had hit first and blocked the younger man. He stared him down.

"Get out of the way."

John didn't move an inch. "Look, you're clearly drunk and you've been starting all the fights in this town. All I want is for you to c-" Something swift hit him in the side of the face and his hat when flying off of his head. Slowly, he put up a hand onto the side of his face and pulled it away, finding blood on his fingers. A drop made its way onto his white t shirt. Shaking his head he looked up at the man who was now staring at him, his eyes like daggers. That was all it took to get him to snap. He grabbed the man by his collar and threw him into a nearby table, the sound of it smashing under his weight filling the building. The man groaned but quickly recovered and stood up. John put up his fists and the man growled as he took a swing. It narrowly missed his head. Now it was his turn. He threw a punch but the man was able to dodge it and then grab his arm. John let out a yell as he was strongly pushed backwards into a table which he tripped over. He ended up landing on his back. The man trudged towards him, a chair in his hands.

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(f*ck the police my character's gonna be an adult)
He had to get somewhere and hide quick. The place where he lived was already in ruins and he wasn't going to take a risk and stay there. 24 year old John slowed to a walk after running for god knows how long... His legs ached and he had narrowly escaped the grasp of one of the people who had gotten infected. He could feel his heart beating against his chest, trying to bust out. The only thing he had for protection was his fists and a combat knife which was tucked into his pocket. After a while of resting and trying to catch his breath, he looked up and found a school in the distance. Well, it was probably the best place to go to at this point. John trudged forward, hoping that somebody would see him. As he moved forward, he fixed his hat which had almost fallen off during the escape from those... monsters...

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(bump)

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(so what now? Yes, this is -The 3 Timelords- Just using this account since I need more threads on it.)

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John took a quick glance behind him before finding the main entrance of the building in front of him. He would surely give everybody inside quite a scare, but he really didn't care at this point. After standing there for a while, examining the door, he banged on it as hard he could with his right hand, which was clenched into a fist. "Hey! Anybody in there?! I'm not infected! All I need is some place to stay!"

Hello there! Mind the account, I'm too lazy to change to my other account right now. Actually, don't mind the account... I'm gonna be usin' him.

Nobody is really replying right now... so how are you doing today? I'd like to do G x B. A plot will come to my mind sooner or later. Oh... by the way, my grammar isn't 'perfect' and I'm trying to work my way up to advanced. It's working quite well... so far. Another thing, I may use words like ain't or shorten some words. Example: runnin' stopin'
All that good stuff. *waves hand* besides all of that, I'm pretty great with detail and long posts.

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John smirked. The poor kids, thought this infection was some kind of made up story. "Now, you may think I'm to you, but this ain't no April Fools. It's real, trust me. My neighborhood is overrun and-" He went silent for a moment. Slowly, he turned around, a man looked back, blood spilling from his mouth from a recent victim. "S*it... Okay, look, all of you. This 'infection' thing is real, and I'm pretty damn sure you don't want to get caught in the middle of it. Now, please let me in."

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"Look, I'll explain everything later." He turned around to spot that the man with the blood stained face look towards his direction. John quietly cursed to himself as this infected man started to trudge towards him, it then turned into a run. Quickly, John took out his knife and got ready for hell. John took a few steps forward and the man suddenly lunged at him, throwing his whole body. Both of them fell to the ground, his hat tumbling to the ground. "Get off!" He gripped his knife and stabbed the man in the abdomen over and over again.

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bump .-.

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He shoved the body off of him and watched as she went back inside, slamming the door... abandoning him. John sighed and picked up his hat, putting it neatly onto his head. Well, he could understand her fear. Anybody that age had to surely be traumatized after killing a man; hostile or not. Once again he went up to door and spoke instead of knocking. "Hello? You kind of forgot about somebody."

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"It's called survival, and you better get use to it unless you wanna die." John looked around at the place and then he looked over Emily who looked okay... for now. "My name is John, John Delmer if you were wondering."

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"No, I don't have a damn idea what they are. All that I know is that they're killers." Yeah, way to reassure the kids John. "Look, we're not in danger as long as we stay safe in this school. We'll probably run out of resources." Great, great John, awesome job at making them feel better. "Okay, look. We'll be fine. Just don't think about too much."

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John ran his hand down his face, sighing. This was tearing everybody apart and he was pretty positive that there would surely be some traumatized kids or two. There were teachers and he was glad that there were other older people... then again... a lot of people were looking towards him since he was really the only one who knew anything right now. When he pulled his hand away, some blood was left on the side of his face. "Okay, get as much supplies as you can." He looked down at Elizabeth and her brother letting out a long sigh. "We'll be fine, I promise."

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"You're not going alone." John started to walk up to Emily. There was no way in hell he was gonna let a 16 year old go out with a broken ruler as their weapon; especially when the place was filled with murders. "Look, I'm not lettin' anybody else die."

Player: -The 3 Timelords- (yes, it's me just using this account BECAUSE IM DOING STUFF ON IT)

Name: John Delmer

Gender: Male

Birthday: September 23, 1989 (20/3 years ahead ain't much, is it?)

Relationship: Single

Job/Occupation: Bartender

Personality/History: John is incredibly witty and sarcastic. He's one that somebody can get attached to in an instant. If you ever feel like you're in need of a pick up of some kind, just go ahead and hang out with him. He'll try his best to make you smile or laugh. John is incredibly sly and will take a hit for anybody. He'd rather get himself hurt for somebody else instead of having to watch them get hurt... or even worse... die. If it ever comes to it, he would give himself up and sacrifice his life to save somebody else. Even though he seems to have an outgoing attitude, most of his smiles and laughs may just be fake. He is a man who bottles up all of his emotions and locks them up where nobody can reach them. John never wants to see anybody sad or crying because he's been through that and he knows how it feels. He doesn't want others to suffer so he tries his best to keep everybody happy no matter what. Yes, John went to school and had a pretty decent life. Yes, he knew what it was like to have fun. Yes, he had a normal life. But, all of that ended when he was 8 years old. His mother ended up committing suicide and his father got thrown in jail for drug possession and use. John's father was actually in and out of jail before they finally took him away for good. John took care of himself, living on the streets. He's been homeless for quite a while and has taken care of himself in till he got old enough to live on his own. Before being an adult, he lived in an orphanage. Also, I'm just gonna go ahead and say that he's 20 because he was kind of held back for a while before actually graduating.

Quote: "You're only given a little spark of madness, you mustn't lose it." - Robin Williams

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John took a peek behind him at Jacob. "Look, kid. I got her back. Now, you can come, but that's your choice." He tipped his hat up a bit so that it didn't shade his face as much.

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John let out an annoyed sigh. He opened up the second door and stepped out, the body of the infected man still on the ground, a pool of crimson liquid underneath him. With a sigh, his head tilted up as he looked up at the sky. It was such a nice day... for the end of the world.

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Well, if this world was really going to s*it, guess anything was allowed. He slid over the hood of the same car and followed her. The infected better not notice them, because if they did, he was sure everybody would be dead right now. There were many and not enough of them. They also didn't have any real weapons, no guns... no... guns. An idea came to his head. There was a stash of at least several guns back at his house but it was still overrun and he didn't dare go back there after what he witnessed.