GeoffTheArtist
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I wanted to make a story about a city going through a disaster and the country dis-owning the entire state completely and declaring a 'No Man's Land'. I hadn't finished it/continued work on it and don't necessarily plan on it for a while. This a few hours before the terrible bomb or whatever happens. I hadn't decided on what disaster to reign upon the city. Anyways, I decided to post it for your reading pleasure/displeasure. Enjoy/hate it.
Prologue
[FONT=Courier New, Courier, mono]August 8, 2018 - 16:34:29 p.m. EST[/FONT]
I feel a cold streak shoot through my stomach as I sit with my back to the wall. The office room has been invaded by a crime syndicate, it looks like. I'm just a kid. Why aren't I freaking out? Oh, right. I'm not a normal teenager. As I watch the soldiers' actions, I see that they're looking for someone. Maybe they're linked to those robberies I stopped. It might be me, or someone else of importance. Perfect time to be unarmed. I think I'd rather avoid combat for the moment. I'll stick to the shadows. These guys are packed. Who provides this kind of armory? They almost look like Navy Seals. Ex-Navy Seals maybe? Well now. There's about 6 of them. They're all masked, and they look like tryouts for the 'G.I. Joe' movie. Still shadowing, here.
Great. Knocked over a vase. Who the crap puts a vase on top of a rickety table. A wooden rickety table. Gotta learn to listen to my inner monologue. I hit one of the guy's pressure points knocking him out. I pull one of his grenades and jet out the door. The explosion hits me sending me to the east corridor of the hallway, knocking me into the wall. I feel lightheaded...stomach boiling...legs failing...my hearing blurred...all I see is darkness...darkness...
EDIT: Well...maybe I can still start over with this. Who knows? Tell me what you guys thought.
Prologue
[FONT=Courier New, Courier, mono]August 8, 2018 - 16:34:29 p.m. EST[/FONT]
I feel a cold streak shoot through my stomach as I sit with my back to the wall. The office room has been invaded by a crime syndicate, it looks like. I'm just a kid. Why aren't I freaking out? Oh, right. I'm not a normal teenager. As I watch the soldiers' actions, I see that they're looking for someone. Maybe they're linked to those robberies I stopped. It might be me, or someone else of importance. Perfect time to be unarmed. I think I'd rather avoid combat for the moment. I'll stick to the shadows. These guys are packed. Who provides this kind of armory? They almost look like Navy Seals. Ex-Navy Seals maybe? Well now. There's about 6 of them. They're all masked, and they look like tryouts for the 'G.I. Joe' movie. Still shadowing, here.
Great. Knocked over a vase. Who the crap puts a vase on top of a rickety table. A wooden rickety table. Gotta learn to listen to my inner monologue. I hit one of the guy's pressure points knocking him out. I pull one of his grenades and jet out the door. The explosion hits me sending me to the east corridor of the hallway, knocking me into the wall. I feel lightheaded...stomach boiling...legs failing...my hearing blurred...all I see is darkness...darkness...
EDIT: Well...maybe I can still start over with this. Who knows? Tell me what you guys thought.
