Posts by ||John Delmer||

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"So, where's your house? If your neighborhood isn't overrun, your family should surely be fine." What did he know about family anyway? His mom killed herself and his dad was a drug addict. John was pretty damn sure that his dad's prison was already overrun and done with. Well, it's not like he cared. He had himself to take care of and now he had several teenagers with him as well. Lets just hope he doesn't f*ck anything up.

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John didn't hesitate as he entered. Well, lets hope that her family was perfectly fine. With a sigh, he took out his knife and twirled it around a bit the blood from the man had already dried and most of it was gone. He looked around at the place... to think that the day started out with beautiful weather and it could've been a great day. Great day my ass, the place had gone to s*it in a few minutes. God knows what's going on in other countries. He bet that they were experiencing the same situation.

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John let out a shaky breath but calmed himself down. He took off his hat since it had added a bit of height and just about touched the ceiling. The 24 year old man stood at 6'2, others thought 6'3 or 6'4 but it was a bit confusing since his height seemed to change if you stood in a certain spot or angle. "Well, we better get as much stuff as we can." He looked over at Lily and scratched the back of his neck with his hand. There wasn't much he could do and he felt like letting her do what she needed to do. She would calm down sooner or later. He entered the garage and looked around at the place.

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John watched as Lance walked in and grabbed his stuff. He sighed and looked through the stuff they had. Huh... duct tape... guess that be good. Now all he needed was something to keep everything in. Its not like he had time to grab a backpack when infected were literally breaking his windows. He grabbed the roll and walked back towards the door. As he walked, he hit his head on the door frame. "F*ck!" John didn't mean to yell it out so loud but it did sure hurt. After recovering he walked back into the living room.

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John started to twirl his knife around again, doing a few tricks with it. There was nothing else better to do right now. He watched the weapon twirl around his thumb and around, almost cutting his hand. There really wasn't anything important in the knife tricks, it was just something his dad taught him before he got hauled off to jail. Then he started to think about his brother. He had moved to Europe for a job and now he started to think about him. Well, if he was dead, he was dead. There was nothing he could do about it. He looked over at his hat which he left on a table. John reached out towards it and put it back onto his head.

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John felt way out of place. He was never around so many people. John was that one person that other people though was depressed just because he stayed locked up inside his house, well, he really wasn't. It was just... who would he even go to? Everybody in his family was either dead, in jail, or some far away place. He was friends with his whole street but most of them had kids so it wasn't like he could hang out with any of them. Damn... John had just realized how lonely he was. He stopped twirling the knife around and gripped it tightly as they made their way out. John just hoped that they wouldn't have to do anything with water. It was one of his worse fears. The ocean... Just the feeling of isolation and knowing you'd die... That and he was actually never taught how to swim as a child.

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John just stood there. He looked in the direction his street was in. All of the infected had to be gone by now, they had to be. Letting out a sigh he looked at the others as they pretty much started to split up. "I'm heading to my house. If I don't come back after 3 hours, I'm probably dad." He gave a weak smile and started to head off.

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John listened to them talk. They all seemed happy. Awesome, that was great. He looked down at his only weapons, a knife and his fists. Well, time to get going. He took one more peek at the others before hopping over fences and making sure infected didn't spot him as he tried to get to the backyard of his house.

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John scoffed. Careful. He'd probably end up dying by slipping on a water spill. Finally, he made it to his backyard which looked dead. Its not like it mattered anymore. He tugged on the sliding door. It didn't budge. Of course it was locked, why wouldn't it be? John let out an annoyed sigh and looked up at the roof. He didn't want to go out in the front, that's where all the infected were. Well, guess he had to take a risk. John jumped over his fence and slowly lowered himself to the ground as the sound of infected filled the silence. He carefully walked over to his front door and took out a spare house key from underneath a rock. Slowly and quietly, he opened the door and closed it behind him, trying not to make that much noise. Great, he was in.

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(I'm tired as well but also awake at the same time...)
He looked over at his front winds which were broken and the blood of the infected stained the glass shards that remained. Well, this was the last time he could be here. John looked around the place and entered his room. He picked up his backpack and went around looking at the place. All the food he was was mostly canned, and he was glad it was. He shoved in as much food and water as he could before heading up into his attic. Underneath a blanket was a box. Several guns were inside, but some of them were old and jammed. He took the ones that worked. A revolver, a pistol, and a hunting rifle which he hung on the side of his bag. He looked around once more and took some ammo. With a relieved sigh, he made his way down into his hallway and towards his glass door. Then the sound of unintelligent mumbling came from one of his broken windows. Slowly, he turned around and found that an infected person was there, growling and groaning at him. Then more started to come and overwhelmed his house once more. Stricken down with fear, he stumbled backwards and tripped over his own feet and on his coffee table. The infected growled and at least several fell in. "F*ck." They trudged forward as he struggled with opening his glass door. Then they charged. "F*CK!" John got the door to open and he dove out, climbing over his fence. One of them grabbed his foot but he kicked them away and started running, taking hold of his hat so it wouldn't fly off. He then started to run over the fences, one of the fences was broken and allowed infected to come in with ease. John kept running even though he felt one of them scratch their dirty sharp nails on the back of his neck. The feeling of liquid dripped down his neck but he ignored it and kept running in till he was on the street they were on before.

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He looked around the place looking for anybody. Did he enter the wrong neighborhood. Then there was the sound of distant voices, and thank god it was from people that he knew. John put his hand onto the back of his head and then pulled his hand away to look at the blood. He wasn't infected, but those things could sure as hell leave a scratch. Quietly, he walked towards Emily's house looking like he just ran through all the levels of hell.

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Track with this account since I need it in my little inbox thing.

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I am as well!
I'm sorry if I don't reply, I'm watching Life is Strange and it's 2 hours long X3

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John looked over at the trio who had entered the bar. He smiled at them. "How you guys doin'?" He then found the chair that the man was holding was being lowered quickly. The 24 year old rolled out of the way, the man breaking the chair on the floor. John grinned and he stood up, fixing his hat, the man growling in anger as he grabbed a hold of the chair leg.

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(John Delmer/Male/6'2/24 years old/Has a slight Texan accent and has Aquaphobia {read more about it on my profile})

John was quietly sitting in his garage, the garage door open and his hat firmly placed on his head. He watched as the moving truck/van stopped and people came out to greet the new person. Slowly, he stood up from his seat and walked out from his garage, fixing his hat. "How ya guys doing?"

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well, typing on my phone is horrible. It's laggy when it comes to typing. But, anyway, back to what I said earlier. I'd like to do a B x G

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(apparently not)
John looked over towards Emily's direction. Thank god everybody was okay.... but hordes were surely going to come sooner or later and they would have to get out of here right away. He walked towards her, put a hand on the back of his neck, feeling the warm blood against his skin. Well, he wasn't infected but that sure did hurt like hell. "You done? If everybody's done, we should get back to the school."

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John looked down the street, the sounds of the infected were distant but they were slightly close. They were coming and he was sure they'd be coming soon. These infected weren't like the zombies you saw in most movies and games. They weren't fully turned and they didn't walk like drunkards. He could still see some human qualities. Their eyes were full of innocence but they just couldn't control themselves. John shook his head. They were killers but he sure did feel bad for them. "We need to get everybody else and get out of here." He then looked over at Adler and sighed before looking back down the street.

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Well, I have something for bars at the moment and I don't know why... Lets just say some kind of bar fight started between him and some other guy and he gets knocked out. Your character can take him away and I don't know, wake him up or something?

Oh, oh god. That's the most horrible thing in the world, I'm so sorry.

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John watched as Emily ran off and yelled his name. That got the attention of the infected. The hearing on these things was way too sensitive. He ran off after her, taking out his revolver and checking if there was enough bullets. If more of those infected even think of attacking once more, they'd all end up with a bullet in their skull.