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PostSubject: Choose your own, maybe?   Choose your own, maybe? I_icon_minitimeSun Jul 15, 2012 5:02 pm

TWM's story that he hasn't completely decided on a name for yet.
Starring Rottenbutter as "OJ" because I don't like directly using account names.

OJ lies in a bed face down, grunting while rubbing the back of his head. "Another day." He says gruffly, the exuberance and emotion drained from his voice. He rolls over, looking towards the bedroom door to make sure it is still locked. Running his hands down his face, yawning, he rises to his feet. "Hey OJ do you know what would be fun?" "No OJ, what would be fun today?" "What if we just finally stopped all of this running?" "And did what?" "What if I shoot you?" He picks up his special revolver and walks over to a broken vanity mirror atop a bathroom sink. He looks in the chamber, at the one bullet inside. "Come on what's stopping me?" "How is that fun, in any way how would this be fun?" "It would be over, in one instant, for everything we've been through. .. ..." OJ looks up, just staring at himself in the mirror. Dark circles grow more and more under his dulled brown eyes. The scar on his left cheek two inches long is a constant depressant for the memory it holds. "We have this conversation every morning, and every day that passes it's becoming harder to say no to you." ". .. ..." "Now let me piss."

OJ picks up his black holster off of the nightstand and puts it on over his blood red t-shirt. It straps around his stomach and shoulders. On either side is space for a gun, he places the revolver on his left side. Being right handed he places the semi automatic pistol from under his pillow in the right side. "What day is it?" "Who knows?" "You're worthless, and pathetic." "Oh big boss is back, what are you going to do, spank me?" "Would you just shut up already? You're driving me crazy." Exasperated after talking to himself, OJ picks up a shotgun off of a rocking chair and his GOOD bag from under the bed, gun in hands and pack on back. He takes one last look at the room before leaving. "My Little Pony bed sheets."

OJ unlocks the door cautiously, heads down the hallway, and over to the stairs, while descending and walking about the house looking out of the windows he talks to himself. "Whoever lived her couldn't have been all bad. I wish I could do something for the girl, she had good tastes." "What are you going to do? Build a monument to someone you've never even met?" "Don't be an idiot. I just thought I should do something." "You're wasting your time if you ask me." Who is asking you?" "You are, I know you are. Because I know what you're thinking." OJ lets out a long drawn sigh. "Go away!" "I can't you need me. You wouldn't make it a week without me." "Then why are you trying to kill me every morning?" "A man can't have his contradictions?" "God you're annoying. I'm just, just going to do something so deal with it."

Walking out into the backyard OJ finds a few rocks, and twigs from the tree whose leaves are just beginning to turn. He stacks the rocks under the tree with a few twigs sticking up at the top. "It's the best I can do for you." "Good now let's go, I've got a bad feeling." This residential area was on the outskirts of an air raid. There have been no confirmed sightings in the area since the military took action. The citizens evacuated, or at least tried to. He can still see some of their corpses littering the streets here and there. As OJ thought, there are no confirmed survivors still in the area either. "It's been a few months at least since this place was bombed. I was hoping there might be something here, I'll just have to cross it off of the map later. Could be a nice place to settle back down if nothing is here." " But to what end? Would you like to just stay here alone?" "I'm better off alone anyway." You're not though! You have me!" "You don't count. At least I know I can trust myself." "For now. If you have the willpower."

OJ walks through the streets, filled up on supplies from the house the previous night. His last car ran out of gas, so it's time to find a new one, hopefully with a full tank. "At the very least I could siphon some gas into a bag and pour it back into the one I want." "Could try to keep some extra too, just for future use ya know." "That too, of course." Just then OJ hears the sound of hurried footsteps coming from around a corner. He ducks behind the black SUV he had just set his sights on. Then. .. ...

  • OJ fires his shotgun (continue reading at 1)
  • OJ calls out (continue reading at 2)
  • OJ gets in the SUV (continue reading at 3)


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