What the hell? What has happened? One minute I'm with my friends working, the next they are gone? Why? So many unanswered questions, yet they are all answered with a simple phrase: They pressed the big red button of the Cold War. But why here? Why launch a nuke here? This place has no strategic significance to the Russians, yet they blew it apart. Now I am here, alone, stranded, and having no idea where I am. But what did I see? I saw the apocalypse, that's what I saw. My entire city, my entire life, blown away in a simple mushroom. Sometimes I dreamt of it happening, sometimes I wished it would blow this God forsaken city away. Now it has happened. Now I know what they mean by be careful what you wish for. My life has just been blown away, and I have nothing but this pen and this journal that I have found among the wreckage. It appears it was once a journal that somebody kept private note in. But this one is barely written in. And I know for sure, 100% for that matter, that this is no longer private. I know that the person who once wrote in it is dead, like everyone else . . . but me. Why me? Why did I survive but my closest friends didn't? I know they are dead. I just know it. Itâs a feeling inside me, the strongest gut feeling I've ever felt. I assume that this is a parking lot, or maybe a street. It could also be the glassed remains of the woods outside here. That is a very real possibility. I have no idea though. I don't see any street signs, or even landmarks that I have become so keen to. Just an endless field of asphalt and I'm pretty sure glass. I also see the occasional car, but they aren't working. They are just smoldering ruins and melted metal. That reminds me. I wonder if my music survived on my MP3 player. I'll go look. I'll write once again if I find it. I'll also need to find shelter.
-Joseph
Enjoy! I wrote it. It's in journal format, obviously. I'm taking a project I was writing and turning it into a journal format. Not sure if it is a new format for AG, but I'm writing it anyway.
Is this the story my character will be in?? I'll repost character sheet if that makes it easier. If I'm wrong, then please gather all the materials necessary to clean blood off a desk.
Name: Jonathan Coleman Age: 27 Gender: You really need this? Male. Personality: Hardworking and honest, but also proud and easy to anger. Reclusive and prefers to work alone, but if forced to go in a group, prefers to be the leader. A very good speaker, and persuasive. Cruel and demanding at some times, believing wholeheartedly in the eye for an eye punishment. Slightly bitter and introverted. Can be seen as coarse and jaded at sometimes. Items: A silver necklace, t-shirt and jeans, a Leatherman knife, and a first aid kit. Appearance: Tall and muscular, with a dark tan. Close-cropped dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a thin scar running from his right temple to his jaw. Cleft in his chin. Background: Once an excellent soldier in the army, reaching the rank of Captain, he was dishonorably discharged for torturing a prisoner of war. He was left bitter, and joined SWAT in a small town, wishing for his military fanfare.
Good enough? I can't wait! You better not quit this one. Out of curiosity, who is Joseph? You?
No, I meant who submitted Joseph(since this features user submitted characters), or did you create him? Alright, great! I liked it. Very good. (bleep) those Commies!
Here's the next one. It's set right before Joseph goes to sleep. Still day 1. Enjoy!
Day 1
Alas, I did not find my MP3 player among the ruins. Nor did I find survivors. But I did find something very, VERY important, and I believe it is worth writing about, should I die tonight and someone find my journal. I found shelter. But not just any shelter. I found some type of cavern. It houses all of the plumbing of the supermarket. It has the holy grail of survival: Running water. But I doubt it will last for more than a week. Not in this world. It is far too valuable to last that long. Murphy's Law at its' best. I also found some general survival gear. I found a gun, this one it looks to be an M16 or an AR15. With it I found about two clips of ammo. I also found some MREs, or Meals Ready to Eat. These will go nicely with my newly found running water. Another thing I found was a couple barbeque lighters. I started a fire with one of them, to which I am writing this journal entry in glow of the fire light. Yet another thing I found, which I find rather useless, is an external hard drive. I have no idea what is on it, if anything. I assume with the demise of the world there is no internet. So I don't think I'll get any luck there. Finally, I found some tent poles and a couple bed sheets. They will definitely come in handy if I wish to survive alone in this world. Maybe tomorrow I'll come across some books, better yet, maybe even survivors. But I know at this point that I am not leaving this Cavern of Paradise until I have no choice. So survivors seem unlikely at this point. I may also go hunting, maybe some cows that may be alive. Unless they are mutated, in which the world will be like Fallout 4. But video games are not really realistic, so I'll just look around. Some mutated cockroaches seem rather likely though. It's common knowledge they can survive nuclear fallout, a trait I wish I had right now. But yet, maybe I do. Maybe that is why I'm still alive. Unfortunately, I could only wish. I'm turning out the lights now, more or less. I'll cook up and MRE and have dinner, then go to sleep. It's going to be the longest day of my life tomorrow.
I'll just sigh right now. It's day 2. Day 2 of the end. This day is almost monumental. It's the day that should not be for humanity. Humanity should have died yesterday, but no, it didn't. It survived hell, and now it is still alive. Even if I'm the only one left, I'll still be alive. And while I'm alive, humanity is alive. Even if I'm the only one lift, and I die, only then can humanity give its' final breath. But I'll not think of that today. Nor will I ever. I'll only think of that when I'm dying, and when I'm dead. I think today I'll look around. It'll be fun, I think. I don't think there's much to see though. It's all just a wasteland of ruin. I'll look for a vehicle I guess. I saw some surviving apartments about 1000 yards from here. I may also find some other guns, and even survivors. Of course, I could also find nothing, or even worse (maybe better, who knows), death. If a world of ruin found me, chances are a horrible death will too. Enough rambling, I'll just look for life and supplies. More so for supplies. As for my sleep, it didn't go so well. I woke up and had to shoot at something that wanted my food. It looked like a dog, but it could've been anything. All I know is it wanted to kill me, and wanted my food. I lost 6 precious bullets to it, the bastard. I didn't even kill it. If I find it I'll kill it though. Bah, what am I thinking? Two days in and I'm already becoming a savage. I need to control myself, because if I don't, I may end up as uncivilized as the world I now live in. It is a sad thing, a very pathetic thing, how people could destroy their only home for mere anger and satisfaction. I'm off, I might write later today. I'll take my journal with me to the apartments, should I get attacked. I would like to write my final words before I die, even if I write them in my own blood.
Alas, my fears were unfounded. I have not been attacked, to my good fortune. I did find a working car too. This one is awesome, it's a hummer. Pretty good condition too. Unfortunately, I have no fuel at the moment. Iâm currently looking for some gas cans to fill it up. I plan to get enough to drive me to The Cavern, but from there I do not know. I plan to have a plan ready by Day 5, if I'm still alive. I'll lay it out in this very journal, partly because I think it would be nice to reflect on and partly because I have no other paper at my disposal. If I get out of here by Day 7, then I think I could hit Prairie TX by Day 15 at least. It's a long drive, but it's way off in the mountains. Even if they launched a nuke it would've most likely crashed into a nearby mountain. I know the route because I had to go there about a year ago, so that should be fine. If I get some gas, I could load up on all the food and water here. I noticed something though, and I'll need some shovels. Everyone here is dead. There bodies are everywhere, and I think a burial for them would only be proper. That'll take a few days though, so I'll put it up as aside project. Anyway, I found a bunch of supplies. I found about 40 feet of 2mm copper wire and 10 feet of 4mm wire. This may be enough to make a Tesla coil, but it's very heavy. I found 3 car batteries that run at 12 volts. I found sixteen dehydrated orange slices, 4 MREs, 15 .45 bullets, a Colt .45, 21 bodies (just counted), 2 t-shirts, 1 pair of jeans, 1 Hummer H3. . . hold on, Iâm looking in the garage right now. . . HAHA! I've got a bunch of gas cans here, all full. I'll load them up to the Hummer when I'm done writing. It appears there are several cars here as well. I'll leave them alone. At a glance it looks like they have some tools, and a shovel. These will be needed. They also have a laptop. Maybe with this I can open the external hard drive. I think this garage fared quite well it the bombing. As a matter of fact, I think I'll move in here for the time being. I'll make a few trips a day to The Cavern for water, as well as for exercise. I need to be in top shape for the rest of my life, as it stands at the moment. Anyway, I better head out.
Tip: To get rid of the symbols, c/p from Wordpad. Cool story. I liked it a lot. Although I wonder if this story will ever end, and certainly not with a happy ending. And I cite myself. I have a song, comic, or clip for every occasion. =)
