Nuclear fallout survival roleplay

[Blue Fox]

(Blue reporting for duty... but nothing for Blue to do ;o; )

[Rayleonarde]

Ray had remained silent, but continued towards the store Darwin had pointed out.

[[INACTIVE]]

(If this is not allowed then I'm sorry I'll delete this post.)

In the distance near the place Blue, Sailor and Santos were in. A loud truck could be heard. It stopped somewhat close to them, soldiers jumped out from the back of the truck. Their uniforms looked Russian, one of them was screaming, "Получите полную победу! Убейте любого, кого Вы находите!" The soldiers are nodded and began searching the area. Whatever they were. They weren't soldiers from Russia... Mercenaries maybe..

[Blue Fox]

Blue perked up as he heard a sound that triggered his inner soldier. He jumped to his feet with as much vigor as a child and pumped the old shotty and rotated the thick slab of metal that was covering the door's porthole, and he peered through the tiny peephole. His jaw fell slack, and his tail frizzed up.

Without turning away, he growled, "You young'uns grab your weapon of choice o'er here. I smell trouble. And don't tell me you can't shoot either. Our lives may depend on it, now. Just always point the hollow end at something you want to kill, pull the trigger, and expect a bang."

"But not yet," he added, still watching through the peephole. "Wait 'til I give you the 'okay' to fire. Meanwhile: Sailor, grab a couple flashlights, stay quiet, and breathe easy. Santos, hit the override power switch there on the wall, then join Sailor."

He gripped his gun tightly and murmured under his breath, "Damn Russians...."

[kiindling]

Upon hearing the vehicle and shouting outside, Sailor was immediately on edge again- just after she was settling down as well. Panic written over her face, she looked up at Blue and listened to his instructions, before getting up and following them as quickly as she could. Whoever was out there, they weren't friendly. Even if she couldn't understand what the hell they were saying, they obviously weren't here to make peace. In fact, it seemed to be quite the opposite.


She trotted quietly back over to the self where she had got her torch from earlier and grabbed three, just to be safe. She swallowed and walked back over slowly, focusing in on her breathing. They may have guns, she thought to herself, petrified. They could have bombs. They want to kill us. I don't wanna kill anyone. I can't... She found herself licking her lips repeatedly, and her hands shaking. Maybe it wasn't so safe here after all. Even if they were living in an apocalypse at the moment, she had made herself believe that they would live through it in this very bunker. But now it struck her that her logic was flawed- the apocalypse is the end of the world. There will be no getting out of it. And now, she was faced with possibly having to shoot someone. 3 days away from being 16 and she may have already become a murderer. She stifled back a loud sob, then instantly closed her mouth and screwed her eyes shut. She was panicking. There was no need to panic. Blue would sort it out. And it'll be all over in a bit.

[Lord Isscarus]

Santos quickly jolted his head towards the doors direction, he quickly latched on to the ceiling again.


He whispered to them while pulling out his Magnum with a free hand.


"Shhh, as long as they don't look up they can't see me."


Santos whispered.


He turned off the saftey by pressing the back of the gun with his ceiling, then he aimed at the door, still grasping to the ceiling.


He didn't think anyone would actually be here, he thought everyone was dead, Santos never expected any trouble, however he was only being himself, Santos never expected the unexpected, he never really thought about possibilities, however he did now, and as long as he stood on the ceiling, be could unleash an ambush on the enemey or sneak behind them and snap their neck unnoticed, or something sneaky, but his life was depending on it now.


He squinted his large round eyes down the center of the Magnum, getting his aim perfect, he steadied as his arm was starting to tire, he set it down for a moment to rest then aimed again, the gun was loaded and ready to fire, he just hoped he would make the shot and not svrew it up.