I woke up, my shirt and shoes were gone. I was chained to a bloody, burnt chair. The chains were rusted and tore at my skin. I tried to look around the room, it was too dark. I felt like I was in a vacuum, I couldn't see or hear anything. I stared into the black abyss, a creek from door hinges came into my ears, so loud. I must've been in a small room. I could hear footsteps, from something bigger than a human. A huge yellow arm grabbed at my throat, trying to break my neck in half. I tried to bite the hand, it flew back, from shock. the hand came back into my sight, punching me in the jaw. A grunting, revolting voice came from the dark, "You, human, talk, now. Where are you....from?" Now this just made me want to kill it, "Georgia [censored]!" The hand flew out of the darkness again, beating at my jaw again, "WHERE ARE YOU FROM?!" I wasn't going to give him a thing, "I just told you, the [censored] redneck wasteland!" The mutant pushed his head into the light, revealing a gaping scar across his face. His head was huge, three times bigger than my own. "Tell me now human! Where is your base!? Where is your home?!" I spit in his face, a red mist coming out of my mouth, coloring the mutant's head, "OK, seriously, if you haven't figured anything like that out, y'all uglies really are that [censored] stupid." He picked me up, slamming my head into the ceiling, he threw me into a wall. I was out, again, God, I hated sleeping.

so much knock outs :wacko:

uum two?

thats alot

im guessing youve never been to georgia?

I awoke to hear screaming. I was shivering, it was cold. I could hear the sound of wind blowing through the hallways, followed by terrible screaming, from ghouls and humans. My legs were broken, I tried to stand but fell to the ground. I started to think, 'where could I be? What's underground but this big? What?!' I sat there, straining my brain, 'somewhere in the outskirts, far away from the cities and patrols, maybe an old hospital's bomb shelter?' I figured that, I crawled around. feeling for tools and anything the mutants may have left. I found the blade of a scalpel, I stuck it into my pocket. I kept feeling around, praying that I could find something to help me walk, I did. I grabbed two old walking braces, I tried to attach them to my legs. The chair was in the way. I back myself into the wall. I smashed my back into the wall, breaking the chair, giving me room to slip out of the chains. I got out, slipping the braces on, making the walking bearable. I walked out of the room, smashing through the rusted door, not mush light, but more than before.

I walked through the hallway, scalpel in hand, checking each room. I found a room with a soldier in it, still breathing and conscious. I Kicked at the door, knocking it off its hinges. I caught the door, putting it down as gently as possible. The man's head perked up, "You, are you....another soldier? Help me!" I started to break the legs off of his chair, letting him out of the chains, "Come on, stay quiet, we're getting out of here." He looked me over, surprised by my condition and age most likely, "Are you? A soldier?" I walked out of the doorway, he followed, "Yea, a paladin, I lead my own squad. Now shut up and come on!" We moved along the shadows, checking each room. Most of the men looked dead.We came across a few more men, all of them beaten and scared. After we had checked the hallways, we had nine men, counting me. "Anybody have a good idea of where we are?" I tried to get some information. No one said a word, "Then we're going to find our way out of here, and figure out then, these muties probably got a armory somewhere, let's find it, and get out of here."

After an hour or so of wandering the dark hallways of this place we came across a room, full of old guns. The men grabbed what they needed and waited for my command, we went to search what we hadn't already and found a hatch. I climbed up to the hatch, opening it a little, no mutants. Weclimbed out and looked around the wasteland, we were only a mile from the beachside city.

could a mod lock this so I could start another one with a title or what?

The cold bit at my chest as we walked through the snow, barefoot and bloody. I was still curious about the mutants, how they were here, even about the power. "What the hell did I miss? What's happening? Mutants out of holes? Power outage in our best city? Interrogations from mutants? What the [censored] is this?!" everyone stopped. "We to shut the power down, we needed power for our armor. The mutants came up earlier that night. Apparently from more unexplored shelters like this. We've been here for a year or so." the man I got out first was the one talking. "but it's still winter. Look at the snow!" I pointed to the ground, almost a foot of snow. The man started walking again, "It's too thick. If we were captured in March, the snow wouldn't have gotten thicker." I followed them, silent at this point, worried. Where was Shelly? Would I still have a home?

We came to the city door, none of us had a key. I walked up to the door, slamming on it. A young boy's voice came through the intercom, "Who are you? What do you want?" I pushed my finger on the Intercom's on switch, "We're brotherhood. Just let us in and we'll explain it all." The door creeked open, a small boy, no older than ten had a rifle aimed at me. I pushed the barrel out of my face, "Get the elder. Actually, just tell him to send someone for me, later." The boy looked at me like I was insane, then ran off. I walked to my apartment, seeing it was still there.

Hmm, looks good. Could be longer, and you do have some grammer mistakes, but it seems rare in this forum to find one without any, so by that standard, you're fine.

On a side note, if you still want the thread closed, you could PM a mod. I don't think they generally take the time to read through the threads here, so you have to go directly to them.

meh, im too lazy

Good work, Ill be checking back for more

expect more late tommorow, my machinima for halo 3 has been taking up a lot of time and thought

OK screw that. I can't fall asleep.
MULTITASKING!

I knocked on the door. Shelly opened the door, poking her head out. Her eyes grew huge, she looked like she had seen a dead man, well, more like, her long dead boyfriend back without the skin of a ghoul. Speechless, she opened the door, gesturing for me to come in. She was still in her scribe robe. She hadn't gotten much taller, but her hair had grown much longer, draqed far below her shoulders. I walked into my room and opened the closet, seeing if there were any of my old clothes. Oddly, there were. I got dressed, Shelly just staring at me. "Oh! I probably look different! Did I grow a few inches? Guess I should've shaved too. Haven't even bothered to look yet!" I tried to remain calm. I limped into the bathroom, trying to get a look at the mirror. My hair was down to my neck, and filthy, and at this point, I almost had a beard. I opened the cabinet, starting to cut my hair. Shelly pointed at my braces, "What the hell happened to you? Where were you?" Her voice was shaky. I finished cutting my hair before I said a word, "Well, mutants took me, beat the crap out of me, broke my legs, interrogated me, we got out, found out we were underground only a mile from here." She seemed to soak it in well. "Well, I need to go talk to Granddad, tell him about all this. Then get another set of equipment and re-augment myself, mutants took a lot of the implants out for some reason." I started shaving, apparently she wasn't satisfied with my answer, "But, how?" Honestly, I had no clue, "They wanted to know something about the city or something, now let me finish and get out of here and we'll spend all night together, alright?"

It's alright, but please, fix the first post. The grammar is just...well, sorry, but it's horrible. Other than that, good show!

I know, I was really tired when I wrote that part, and its just too much for me to bother with

"You've been gone for so long, it's just weird, that you're back, and alive, and you're so cut up and, those leg braces." her eyes were still scared, shocked. Someone knocked on the door. I hobbled to it. As I opened the door I saw an old man, in grandfather's robe. "An initiate said I needed to speak with you, Robert?" he let himself in.
"Um, no. Where's my grandfather?"
"I'm sorry, I've forgotten you were gone. He dies, as men his age do"
I buried my face in my hands, trying not to cry, "but, but he....he can't, he's a veteran, a hero. How?"
"He died, as all men do."
"HOW?!"
"Do not, treat me as you treated your grandfather! I will not give you anymore special treatment!"
"I don't give a flying [censored], what happened to my grandfather?!"
"someone shot him, while he was sleeping."
"Was it that hard to tell me?"
"You had something you needed to tell me earlier?"
"Was it?!"
"I can have you quite easily exiled, do you want that?"
"[censored] you, leave. I'll file a report, I can't look at your face. Leave!"
The old man left, I'd never bothered to get his name. Shelly had left, probably going back to the archives. I searched through my closet, looking for my old pistol. I found it, I checked the magazine. It was full. I sat on the bed, puting the gun's barrel in my mouth. I slowly ran my finger over the trigger...

suicide cliff hanger! :ahhh::ahhh::ahhh::ahhh::ahhh::ahhh::ahhh:

Jesus AOL svcks, I now have, no spellcheck, a weird screen, and insomnia.....yaaaaaaaay <_<

I felt the heat of the barrel, the smoke carresing my mouth. I felt the bullet penetrating, tearing through my cheek, changing my plans for an early death, a cowardly death. I opened my mouth, my voice like the croak of a bullfrog, "Oow." I watched as Shelly ran to me, sitting as if nothing had happened. I stood up, her face as whiter than my skin. I walked to her, throwing myself into her. She barely held me up, her body dwarfed by my height. Blood ran down her shirt, staining it. "I think I need to see a......medic....soon." she pushed me up, crying like a child at this point. I put little strength into standing up, I had tried to put my arm over her shoulder, letting her help me hobble to the medic. Like an idiot, I tried to kiss her on the cheek, trying to show her it wasn't her fault. Blood smeered on her cheek and ran down her neck.

FIGHT CLUB! and thats it....for now

:gun: suicide freak

he's hella emo!

wow umm insomnia, weasel, suicide, haha kidding Robert's pretty much like you

I passed out, the gaping hole in my cheek stinging and becoming numb. Had I used poisoned bullets? Yes. I let myself drift away, the life slipping from my bleeding body. I didn't dream, or think. Was this Hell? Heaven? No, there must've been something more to it, I must have still been fighting it, I must've.

[censored] AOL! slow [censored]!

Oh SNAP!!! that was the craziest ending ever! Or was it??? Ahh well, it was a great story. Hope to see more of them.

Whats with all the comma's Nolan? Thats my real annoyance with your story. Besides that, I would say that everyone else has pointed out the other flaw's, and there is no need for me to restate them.

it's true coma's are lazy writing.

Is this really the ending?

no, AOL just svcks and continuaously logs me out