Posts by ||John Delmer||

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John watched as Elizabeth walked up to him to check the scratch on the back of his neck. He then looked over at Emily who had left towards the end of the hallway. Well, damn. He knew she was mad but not that mad. Soon enough, his focus returned to Elizabeth. He took off his hat so she could hopefully get a better look at it. "Well, I don't think so. But it does hurt like all hell."

John Delmer
"You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it." - Robin Williams

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I guess I'll start

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He quietly sat on a bar stool, listening to the huge argument between two men right behind him. A fight was about to start and he was ready for it. But the voice of the man who started the arguement sounded familiar. Yeah, probably because that's the man who starts each and every damn fight in this bar. He could just never keep his trap shut and he always thought he was on top. That bothered him but he had never interfered with any of the fights. All that John did was sit there and listen. He looked over his shoulder just in time to spot the man punch a much more younger man who stumbled and fell over into a table, the piece kf furniture breaking under his weight. Everybody else in the bar stood up and made sure that they were out of the way. The bartender watched as well. Everyone was pretty much accustomed to these fights.

John watched the younger man. He was clearly knocked out. Then the older man laughed and gave a light kicked at his body before moving away to say something. That was when he stood up. John headed over and stood in front of the younger man's unconscious body. Slowly, the older man turned around, eyes blazing with anger.

"Look, you need to stop punching everybody. You're clearly dr-" He was interrupted by something hitting him in the side of his face. John's head quickly turned right and his hat flew off as well. Slowly, he put a hand to where he had been punched, only to feel a bit of warm blood start to form. "Heh, okay." John returned a punch. Seconds later the man grabbed him and threw him into a nearby table.

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John knew the angel was around her somewhere. He entered the room that she was in, his eyes scanning every little object in the room. "Hello?" In his hand was a blade that he gripped quite tightly. She was around here somewhere.

Something appeared in the corner of his eye. He turned, only to find a desk. The desk that Iris was hiding behind. Finally, he had found her. Slowly, John walked forward towards her, ready to pull it away and kill her. muse for president 2016

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Well, looks like everybody was outside now. He watched as the two went off running. John had been alone most of his life. After his mother committed suicide and his father got arrested for drug use, he was actually pretty much alone. His older brother had left and traveled to Europe for some kind of job. At least they could still contact each other. He quietly sat there, watching everybody do their thing.

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He turned his head over to look over at a man slap a girl. If only he could interfere, but he had another problem going on right now. The table the man he had thrown him into was broken and in pieces. John watched as he came towards him a chair in his hands. "S*it..." There was no hesitation as he started to try and back away, to get away. The man trudged forward and smiled devilishly when he had been stopped by another table. Damn, why were there so many tables? He raised the chair and swung it down at him. Lucky for John, he was able to roll out of the way and stand back up, his back feeling like it was just stabbed in several places. Audible grumbling came from the man as he gripped the leg of the chair tightly. Then he turned towards him like a wolf, ready to kill.

His hands went up in fists, ready to fight him. With a chuckle, the man stepped close and swung at him. Once, twice, three times. The third one connected with his side and the pain spread throughout his whole body. He felt like giving up and just crumpling up into a ball, but that wasn't like him. John would never give up. Then he charged at the man to see if he could get his hands on him. But it only took a second for it all to happen. As John was trying to get a hold of him, the man let go of the chair leg and punched him right in the temple. John stumbled a bit, trying to catch himself on something. The last thing he saw before going unconscious was the man standing over him, narrowing his eyes at him.

With a victorious smile, the man looked down at John's unconscious body. He kicked his hat next to him, some dirt getting on it. Then he looked over at the other man before grabbing his bottle of beer and leaving the building.

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I have no idea what's going on but I'm jumping in. Yes, hello, this is -The 3 Timelords- other account.

John took out his gun and checked to make sure there were plenty of bullets. There was. A bullet was nestled in every hole, ready to be shot. Then there was his machete that he used to split the head of a zombie open, the blood still a bit fresh and dripping off. His last shelter was the empty trailer of a truck... which quickly got overrun by infected. He hoped they enjoyed the items he had left behind. Well, it really wasn't that much. Just some duct tape and water. With a sigh, he adjusted his hat so that the sun wouldn't be on his face so much, even though it was already setting. He quietly trudged down the street, unaware of the other survivors who were also trying to look for shelter.

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It was a bit boring for him to just be sitting there, but what was there to do? Slowly, he stood up and headed towards the side walk, hopefully somebody would notice him and maybe start some kind of conversation.

His height was a bit intimidating towards some people, even though 6'2 didn't seem so tall to him. To some, it did and they usually had to look up at him to talk. Well, its not like he was 7 feet so he never understood what the problem ever was.

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A noise... it echoed out. She was under there and he was sure of it. Then he spotted her, hiding, in pain. Iris was obviously hurt pretty badly. He couldn't see her face, just... blood. With a sigh he flipped the desk over towards the right, only to find the girl who was hiding beneath it. He held onto the blade tight, eyes narrowed at her. It was time to finish the job and leave. John never wanted any of this, but its not like he could even go back, not in till it was needed. It was silent as he quietly stood there, ready to kill. But, it never happened. He just stood there, not knowing what to do. His mind was telling him over and over to kill her, to slaughter her, but his hands and arms didn't move. John's body was frozen, he was a statue, scared to even move an inch. It was starting to confuse him. Why didn't he kill her when he wanted to? She was sitting right there and was clearly defenseless, but he just... he just couldn't.

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Her words woke him up and got him back to being alert. He had spaced out for a moment. Quietly, he shook his head mumbling things to himself. "I-I can't..." His grip on the blade got even more loose even though his mind was pretty much yelling at him to kill her. No matter how loud or how many times his mind yelled and screamed, his body refused to do what it said. "I can't kill you." John examined her. She was badly wounded but he couldn't help her. If he did, he would still get called away. The others would surely come back to call him. Then that's when he started to start to stress out a bit. He was fighting with himself on if he should kill her or not. John just couldn't make up his mind and it was bothering him. At one point he started to pace back and forth but stopped once again in front of Iris. He fixed his hat so he could get a better look at her.

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"What the..." John instantly perked up at the sound of gunshots. Then the muffled groans of the infected (I call zombies infected... I don't know why). He didn't really want to head out since he was already comfortable where he was, but curiosity soon got the best of him. John headed over to the door and picked up the box, moving it aside. He opened it up just enough for his head to peek out, then he spotted it. A bunch of infected were flocking outside a certain store. There must be other survivors in there. He closed the door and looked back at his stuff. The young man wanted to help, the thing was that he didn't want to get killed. So now he was arguing with himself. But, then again, they looked like they weren't even able to get inside... its not like anybody was in danger... John shook his head. "I'm gonna f*ck*ng regret this." He took his hat and his backpack, taking the machete into his hand and heading over.

(your not the only one who is excited...
I AM AS WELL

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There weren't that many, but it was a bad idea to go outside when it was dark. That and he he didn't know if other infected could be hiding. But, all of that didn't matter. He held onto the machete tight as one quietly and slowly turned its head, letting out an animal like growl. John was f*ck*d, for sure. Then at least several more turned towards him. He waited for them to approach, and they sure did. One of them came charging at him. John took the large knife like weapon and lodged it into the chest of the infected man. He twisted around inside, making sure that he killed it. The life went out of its eyes as it drew its final breath. John took his foot and kicked the body off of his weapon. A machete wasn't going to do much, so he instead took out his revolver and aimed it at the nearest zombie. It took at least 3 shots to the stomach to get it on the ground. Christ, who could think that a gun could be that loud?

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Okay, calm down
His job had ended early, for him at least. They had gotten somebody to take his place and he was able to leave early. Thank god, he didn't want to stay in that place for long. It was a nice job and at least it paid him enough, but of the people there didn't ever treat the staff quite nicely. He had seen at least a dozen drunk men and women get escorted out. There was at least one fight that ended quickly in one of the men knocking the other one out. He sighed and took off his hat, running his hand through his hair. There was never a time when he left that hat behind, and whenever he lost it, it would just seem to somehow appear whenever he needed it.

Then his phone rang. The electronic had caused him to jump a little bit. Where he was, it was quiet and his sound was on full blast. He took it out of his pocket and answered it. "Hello?"

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tracking for now

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"You know you call me John, right?" He did what she said and held the rag against the scratches. How did one of those infected even get such long nails, anyway? Then he started to think about their teeth... Did everything in their body change? John started to question everything about them. How fast did they change? What kind of virus was it? How can the virus spread?Then he looked over at Emily and Adam. Adam didn't look like he was doing so good... To think such a nice day could go all to hell because of one tiny little virus thought it would be fun to start infecting people all over the world...

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Don't we all?
John smirked at her words. "Well, besides that, I'm suppose to be one of the guards around here, but they got somebody to fill my spot so why not just go here?" He looked down at the two unconscious men. Then he watched as a woman came in, an annoyed look on her face. It was the medic and she was clearly not amused. But, she was also quite relieved to find that the man who started all of these fights was actually on the ground... for once. Then his attention turned towards the trio of girls who had entered during the fight. One of them looked too young to even be in a bar, but it was the middle of the zombie apocalypse, nobody cared for that kind of stuff anymore. Heck, he's even seen 13 year olds with beer bottles and nobody really seemed to give a f*ck. "What are you doing here? You seem like somebody who would be hanging out with the medic." He pointed at the woman behind him who was bent over the younger man's body, checking him.

The place was actually quite nice. A little section of Vallejo cut off just for some survivors, and it seemed to be working well. No infected have ever gotten in. The only problems they had were wild animals and the occasional nut who came running in from the woods, completely stripped naked.

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John shook his head at Victoria. Wow, great job at comforting your kids... Well, he wasn't sure if that actually was a way of comfort, but he could surely tell that she was being rude. So who cares if this woman was older than him? John wasn't going to let her be like that around her own children. He was sure that if he had to shoot his own brother, he wouldn't be able to control his emotions either. Heck, he'd probably even kill himself right there. "Hey, why don't you shut up? Your children are clearly traumatized." John knew that he was gonna get punched or slapped or anything like that, but he didn't care. Getting into fights was part of his schedule.

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There were still 4 more and they were closing in on him, all of them coming at him at once. John narrowed his eyes and gripped his gun tightly as one actually tried to pounce on him. Never had he had an infected do that to him. He narrowly dodged the attack and aimed his gun at it's right leg, hoping to break a bone or something. His finger squeezed the trigger, allowing the bullet to exit the barrel and enter the woman's leg. She let out a horrendous scream of pain that almost blew up his ear drums. Then the others started to come closer. John kicked one away and it went stumbling backwards, tripping over its own feet. He then quickly reloaded his gun and shot one infected in the head that got way too close. The second the bullet collided with its disfigured skin, the sound of the skull cracking followed and then its body slowly crumpled to the ground.

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"Well, there is chance that it all end. A cure will be made one day... but it'll take years for us to rebuild this place." John looked around at the place. Everybody seemed to just be going on with their business, acting like nothing had even happened. Then somebody came in, breathing heavily and covered in blood. "The infected, they broke through the barriers! We need everybody who can fight out by the borders, now!" At his words, just about everybody in the bar stood up and ran out to go and help. Infected? That couldn't be possible... No infected has ever broken in since the day this place was built.

John watched as everybody ran out, including the medic. Just about everybody in the bar was gone. John quickly stood up and when he was just about out the door, he looked back at the group of girls and at Serenity. "You guys coming?"