Posts by ||John Delmer||
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The man took a swing at John, the third one hitting him in the side of the stomach. He grabbed the area where he had been hit, feeling some blood soak his clothes. The man twirled the chair leg around and cocked it back for another swing. When he did, John avoided him and grabbed the nearest bottle, smashing it and taking one of the shards. So what if he drew blood or injured him? That's what this man was trying to do to him anyway!
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John watched as at least several of them turned their heads. They then went off after them, but oddly they weren't running... well... yet. He looked towards the direction in which the school was. Ben and Elizabeth were still there and a few other people as well. He started arguing on if he should go to the school or stay where he was. -
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"F*ck it." John ran after Emily and put away his revolver and took out his rifle instead. It was much stronger and had a scope in it. He shot a bullet at one of them and they instantly dropped dead. John pulled back the bolt and released the bullet before aiming towards the one right on Emily. It took 3 shots for him to actually hit it. He then started to run faster. -
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The man looked over at Jen, a smile on his face. John gripped the shard and watched him closely. "Are you gonna kill me, kid? Go ahead, pull that trigger." He gripped the chair leg tightly and got ready to swing it at her. Instead, he got hit in the side of the head with a bar stool that John had picked up. He fell the ground, not dead, but clearly knocked out. -
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John ran with the gun in his hands. He kept a very watchful eye on the two as they seemed to be nearing the end of the street. John aimed his weapon at more infected and watched as each of them dropped. One of them dropped onto the ground, its leg was shot but it kept on going, it kept on crawling. He shot it in the head and put it out of its misery. John fumbled with some spare ammo he stuffed in his pocket and shoved more bullets into the gun. He then ran into the building, trying to catch his breath. -
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John silently stood there. He didn't know what to or what to say. Most people would probably say to not slap her mom since that was disrespectful... but John... John was completely clueless. He just stood there, not knowing what to do. Instead, he took off his hat and dusted it off before putting it back on and watching the scene unfold. -
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"I don't think anybody likes him." John let out a long sigh and dropped the bar stool. The bar looked like a tornado had gone through, but that was pretty much what happened every single f*cking day. People were always at each others throats, but the damn leader didn't have to heart to kick anybody out. "The name's John." He returned a smile but couldn't hold it for that long since there was a large cut on his lip. It was bleeding, along with the several other wounds on his body. Well, it wasn't like this was his first fight. That was what it was about around here. Fighting to survive. If you didn't know how to fight or shoot a gun, you'd probably end up dead within a few seconds. -
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[hr]Christ, I've been putting John through so much XD I don't even have that many threads for him and 90% of those threads have him either hurt or injured in some wayJohn took the items and pulled out a chair that was tucked into a nearby table. He was amazed that these pieces of furniture weren't broken. As he sat there, he tied most of the rags around his wounds, expect one. He pulled up his shirt half way and looked at where he was hit with the chair leg. It was bleeding just a bit but it did hurt like hell. Instead of tying the small rag/cloth around it, he just dabbed at it, the white quickly vanishing underneath all the red from the blood. "Well, thanks..." John grabbed the bag of ice and set it on the large scratch on his lip. Well, all of it was worth it. He had finally put that man in his place.
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John watched everybody go on doing their business. He looked down the street and found nothing but more houses. Well, what else would he expect. John didn't really have many places to go. He could take a walk, yeah, sure. The pool, heh, no. John had a severe fear of oceans, rivers, ponds, lakes, and pools. He hated having water splashed onto him or having large amounts of water be poured onto his head. But, lucky for him, he wasn't afraid of the shower or he sink. John had actually not told anybody about his fear and he never really intends on doing such a thing. -
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John watched as Abby drove down the street, her music blasting out of her car. He gave a sigh and then looked over at Hope who had ended up tripping. Yeah, quite a nice neighborhood he lived in. "Well, guess I'll be going then. John headed back to his garage. His motorcycle was parked on the inside while his truck was on the outside.
