KingOfLaughter
10-28-2010, 02:54 PM
This is a story I'll be writing in installments. It's a post gas war (Gas dried up prices soared and the world went to hell) Canada where most of it is ruined and turned to a barren waste. The story itself is about a group of 'mercenaries' who go about ridding Canada of those who require help, and destroying rescue centers ('military' controlled cities). They're thinking being that only the strong should survive, and that the weak will perish.
Writers Notes
Italics means they're thinking. Bold means they're shouting.
Intro
He stood on top of the building, looking through binoculars at the school across the field. New Hope. What a pathetic thing. The worlds regrets, clinging on to hope. Grabbing at any shred of humanity, any chance of a new life. There is none, nothing here, nothing down south. The whole worlds gone to **** and soon enough you'll find that out too. The wind whipped across, causing his mind to flash. Memories of years ago, when he'd been a student at the school. Then he was back, staring through his binoculars. He dropped them the string catching as they fell. Even without them he could see the 4 guards roaming the roof. Two walking this edge of the field, all army, well mercs now but still. There was 2 tanks parked outside might be trouble but he doubted it.
Part 1
The man heard a sound, one so quiet that only a trained ear could hear it. In a flurry of black leather the man spun and raised a revolver at the new comers head. "Ho now. No need to go shooting up your friends". It was only George, his long time comrade and partner in mischief. "Don't go sneaking up on me then, you should know personally then I'm paranoid." George himself was a large man, he was a body builder before the war, and now the teams heavy lifter. He has shoulder length brown hair, and a dark tan. George laughed, "Damnit Roland. You think someones going to stab ya in the back?"
This time Roland laughs, "Probably, I've made enemies. You have too, there's a lot of people in this new world that want us dead." George turns and shrugs, walking back to the ladder. "They can try. We always win." George pauses for a second, "Oh yea, foods ready."
Part 2
George climbs down the ladder, Roland pausing to take a final look over at the refugee building. He then turns and strides toward the ladder, grabbing either end and sliding down, upon reaching the bottom one of his mercenaries hugs him, "Woah. Hayley, you know I don't too much like being hugged," Hayley just laughs in replies and keeps hugging him, "I missed you Roland. Where did you go?" Hayley looking up at him as she finishes her sentence. Roland sighs, "You know where I was," he looks down at her, "You don't want to know, but you do."
Writers Notes
Italics means they're thinking. Bold means they're shouting.
Intro
He stood on top of the building, looking through binoculars at the school across the field. New Hope. What a pathetic thing. The worlds regrets, clinging on to hope. Grabbing at any shred of humanity, any chance of a new life. There is none, nothing here, nothing down south. The whole worlds gone to **** and soon enough you'll find that out too. The wind whipped across, causing his mind to flash. Memories of years ago, when he'd been a student at the school. Then he was back, staring through his binoculars. He dropped them the string catching as they fell. Even without them he could see the 4 guards roaming the roof. Two walking this edge of the field, all army, well mercs now but still. There was 2 tanks parked outside might be trouble but he doubted it.
Part 1
The man heard a sound, one so quiet that only a trained ear could hear it. In a flurry of black leather the man spun and raised a revolver at the new comers head. "Ho now. No need to go shooting up your friends". It was only George, his long time comrade and partner in mischief. "Don't go sneaking up on me then, you should know personally then I'm paranoid." George himself was a large man, he was a body builder before the war, and now the teams heavy lifter. He has shoulder length brown hair, and a dark tan. George laughed, "Damnit Roland. You think someones going to stab ya in the back?"
This time Roland laughs, "Probably, I've made enemies. You have too, there's a lot of people in this new world that want us dead." George turns and shrugs, walking back to the ladder. "They can try. We always win." George pauses for a second, "Oh yea, foods ready."
Part 2
George climbs down the ladder, Roland pausing to take a final look over at the refugee building. He then turns and strides toward the ladder, grabbing either end and sliding down, upon reaching the bottom one of his mercenaries hugs him, "Woah. Hayley, you know I don't too much like being hugged," Hayley just laughs in replies and keeps hugging him, "I missed you Roland. Where did you go?" Hayley looking up at him as she finishes her sentence. Roland sighs, "You know where I was," he looks down at her, "You don't want to know, but you do."