The Survivors

The Survivors

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After the war, only small groups of travelers remained. The groups were almost all hand picked by the government sending away innocents and those not mentally or physically fit enough to fight the war. all the groups had three people, each with one of the four main jobs. The killer- the killers were mostly butcher chefs and have no issue with blood and guts. They were chosen for either hunting for food along the way, had the group run out, or to protect the group from enemies of the war. Though not pleased to kill, these scary fellows will do it without hesitation unless held back by a calm, gentil friend. The doctor- the doctors were either students or interns at hospitals, and most knew how to do up a stitch or properly set a broken bone. They were sent off with bandages and materials to make a cast, but most know how to fix up problems with things found in the wild. Due to the oath they swore, however, they cannot take a human life without severe mental repercussions. The adventurer- these lovely characters make terrible jokes, but at least they know the difference between a poisonous berry and a good one. Quite handy to have around, and a very lucky individual, these adventurers were given blades for the long journey to safer lands. The lookout- once upon a time these friends would watch for enemy threats from upon the walls surrounding their loved and feared nation, but were sent away with all the townsfolk once the danger arose too close. The lookouts have wonderful vision, are very kind, but don't take very well to a strangers touch nor are they a foe to be feared. Viewed as a joke by the enemy, these sneaky fellas are masters of the slight of hand, allowing them to set traps in front of enemies eyes without being caught. Your choices could lead to our demise, or to the victory of our nation. It's up to you to decide what kind of person we are, what things we do, and most importantly of all, if we'll survive for another day.
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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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