Posts by ||John Delmer||

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(Silence my child, I am here.)
"Well, nice to meet you." The person who was looking for him was getting closer. Their footsteps could be clearly heard and their voice was getting louder as well. "John?"

With a sigh, John gave Iris one last look. "Well, I gotta go. Can't let them see you alive..." He turned around and headed for the door, but stopped to look over his shoulder. "Be sure to remember me, alright?" Then he left, heading out to meet the other person, trying to get them to turn around and not enter the room.

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John ran towards the fence that surrounded the place, barbed wire and such filling it. There was a large man made gate that could only be opened by a lever. Two watch towers stood beside it. There were other watch towards spread out throughout the place, but these were the main two. He quickly climbed up onto one of the towers, his rifle around him and on his back. As soon as he climbed up, there they were. A horde of infected. They were way past the borders. The people who guarded it or did border checks were possibly dead by now. Then they walked up to the gate and started pounding on it, all you could hear was their unintelligent mumbling and growling. "Sh*t...." John took hid rifle and aimed it out at the horde.

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"Yeah I'm already done..." He listened to her speak some more and nodded, even though she wouldn't see him. "I'll come as quickly as I can." She just seemed in need and that meant something was wrong. Then he heard her say the word apartments. John sighed, it was probably something about rent or something about money. It took him about 10 minutes to get there, but he was able to reach the place. "You wanted to talk with me?"

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The man who had called the all out climbed up next to John. "Do you think they'll break through?" John smiled as he took another shot, blowing a chunk of head off of one that got too close. "Probably." Then as if it was a cue, the sound of the gates cracking and creaking filled the silence. Everybody stopped and started to back away. They were breaking in... "F*ck..." John slowly put his rifle down and watched as the man had already left. He looked down the ladder and quickly found him giving orders to everybody. John knew what he was telling them, he was telling them to head for the forest and out into their underground area. When the place was being rebuilt, there was a handful of people who made an underground bunker like area. They dug tunnels and rooms just in case everything went to sh*t. Looks like it was useful after all. Then the sound of the gates cracking open caused everybody to go silent once more. John slid down the ladder and started yelling for everybody to go.

How long has it been? A week, a month, a year? It's not like he kept track anymore. The world had changed, and he wasn't so sure that was a good thing. Dead ambled across the streets, and those who weren't one of those walkers had to fight for their survival. There was nobody but him. So, that meant he only had one person to talk to, and that person was him. John honestly thought he was going insane. Not being able to get any sleep and the isolation was starting to get to him. But, he was able to gain some of his sanity back after running into a small group of people. There were probably about 5, but he really couldn't get a good count. While he hid from them, John had went ahead and listened on their conversations. Half of it was about the walkers and all that, the other half was about another group of survivors who was getting bigger by the second. When those words hit him, an idea struck him and that was how he had ended up here at the edge of their border.

Slowly, he trudged forward and stopped a few inches away from the border, tired, hungry, and thirsty. More importantly, he had injured himself on the way after he had almost gotten overwhelmed by a quite hostile group of survivors. They had attacked him and one of their bullets entered the back of his leg and one skimmed the side of his hat, narrowly missing his head. He had limped the way to the camp and even though everything ached, he didn't rest, he didn't sit down, he just kept on going. John looked around at the place, a bit excited and a bit scared about his decision.

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John didn't hesitate to run. His backpack and everything was inside one of the houses. He shook his head, there was no way we was going to get it back. Those... monsters were taking the place over. Might as well get it later on. He watched as the young man from the bar limped out, the older man's arm slung around his shoulders. Both of them were trying to quickly get to the forest. Thank god some other person came over to help and get them to go quicker. John ran through the trees and made it over to a small hill with trees and other things cover it. There was a hole in the side that led down into that bunker. He entered it and made it down the ladder, only to be overwhelmed by at least a dozen people. It was dark except for some oil lamps that were burning lightly. There were supports here and there. When you looked forward, a small hall like area led into a medium sized circle that had other tunnels that led to other tunnels. Those tunnels had rooms dug into the sides. He couldn't believe that they could make such a place. But, then again, they couldn't stay in here forever.

(Using this account because I am doing things on it. I'll switch to my other later on.)

The same sun was what greeted him and what caused him to awake. His mouth opened in a yawn, exposing the canine's many teeth. He squinted his eyes as the light entered into the entrance of the den, blinding him for a few seconds. Crevan blinked a few times, trying to gather some strength to stand up. After another yawn, the red fox stood up, stumbling a bit before being able to stand still. He stretched out, feeling his muscles getting warmed up once more. Letting out a huff, he shook his coat of fur, a few dust particles flying off of his furry body. The reynard looked at the entrance of his den and quietly trotted outside.

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He let out sigh. "Must be back at the bar then. I'll get it later." John looked up at this stranger. His eyes narrowed at her as he tried to remember where he had saw here. Then it came back to him. While he was getting beat up, he watched as a man had slapped a woman that looked exactly like her. "You're the woman who got slapped, aren't you?" He shook his head, still sitting in the chair. "Why help me? You seemed like you had other problems..." //muse it's night where I am and I completely forgot I had homework

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John looked around at the place and found the leader enter in last. Even though he was a tough looking man, he had quite a soft personality. The he started to tell everybody to quiet down. "We're gonna have to do a head count! Everybody quiet down, I'll need to call your names." John let out a sigh. This was like school all over again. As he was calling out the names, he realized that 4 people didn't answer. He called the next name. No answer. Shaking his head, John looked around at the place. There were a few kids, at least 10 of them. Then he heard his name. "Right here!"

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He looked over at the man who was waiting for him. This man had on a black leather jacket and looked like what you'd imagine a human demon would look like. There were curled ram horns coming out from the sides of his head (it's a thing I have with demons. Don't ask). He must have uncovered them since they were going to leave soon anyway. Only very powerful demons had horns. John didn't have any, yet. "So, did you find that angel?"

There was a long silence before John finally answered to the other man. "Um, no. I couldn't find her, she must have escaped..." The man shook his head.

"Well, at least you tried. Lets go."

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John didn't say anything as he followed this stranger. He hoped that she was part of the group all of those survivors had been talking about. His right leg hurt like absolute hell. That bullet wound sure did some damage and it was really starting to affect him. He was able to run, thank god. But now he felt like he had to say something. What he needed were answers. "Are you part of that group everybody's been talking about?" He held onto his hat as he quickly followed after the female.

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He looked around the place in complete awe. Never has he seen such a place. "Nice place you got here." John fixed one of the straps on his backpack as he took it all in. It was quite a secure looking place, but he still had his doubts and questions. But, he would hold them for later. "You guys think you can help me with the wound in my leg? I kind of got shot after running from walkers. Damn people thought it was be funny to take shots at me. Thank god those walkers chased them away..."

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After making sure who was alive and who was missing, everybody split up into the main area. John watched as everybody walked off and found a girl who was all by herself, clearly looking for somebody. He walked up to her, fixing his rifle which was slung over his shoulder. "You looking for somebody?"

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(I don't care if it's long. X3
Cry reads got me into him... If you can, please listen to the one where he reads Fifty Shades of Grey. You probably won't be able to keep a straight face the whole video.)
John was rummaging through a drawer for anything that could be useful. He was sent here with his usual partner, Ryan. Ryan was the demon that was with him when he had spared that angel's life. John had actually planned to tell him all about it, but he never did and now he never wanted to. If he did, who knows what they'd do to him. "Why would there be anything left here? Didn't they chase everybody out of here already?"

"Yeah, they did, but that doesn't mean there's some supplies around. Now shut up and keep looking. No wonder you still have those tiny little things." Ryan smirked at the sight of his friend's new horns. They had come out only a few days ago and they were literally just tiny stubs. His were curled around and he's had his own since forever.

Shaking his head, John kept on looking through the drawers and finally found something. It was a pocket knife. Well... it was a weapon. Probably wouldn't be of much use. He then moved on to the next drawer bu then he felt hands take him away. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Shut up! There's angels around here."