Post by ryogamkara on Jul 2, 2015 8:59:34 GMT -6
"War...terrible war. Yet biochemical and apocalyptic, a war for survival, for life, and for hope. A dangerous parasite has been released in the year 2016 and the world is now consumed by its raging infection. Those infected undergo a terrible mutation of their biggest fears and become a raging creature of grim. Fear is what attracted the mutant, there is no cure yet."
*year is 2021, it's been now 5 years since the rise of the apocalyptic parasites' outbreak. We are upon the dead lands of a city. Ryo is ridding a motorbike upon the wasted streets fully equipped with Weapons of various range. Upon his back is a sniper rifle, and a shotgun; strapped on his thighs are two pistols along with a set of throwing knives. He also is carrying a sub machine gun.*
It has been days since the world was brought to a terrible abrupt end, no doubt humanity itself was probably near the brink of extinction without much chances of survival...or so it seemed so. Ryo had been traveling for a long time across lands plagued by the fear and bloodlust of what was once a peaceful land. He cussed at the corpse of victims and innocents, he stopped dead in his tracks; a dead end for his bike ride it seemed. He kept his journey afoot not worrying for the least, that is what he convinced himself to do.
Any luck given to find survivors were always slim to none but Ryo kept up hope to find more that have managed this far. What else was he supposed to do? Certainly not give up hope. At least for now. The howling wind of the city and cold stare of the grim Reaper watching his every steps haunted Ryo with a fear of being attacked. His heart raced, he was getting sweaty:
"Calm down bro...that's how it starts...with fear."
Taking a deep breath Ryo kept his quick paced walk down what seemed to be the main street.
*year is 2021, it's been now 5 years since the rise of the apocalyptic parasites' outbreak. We are upon the dead lands of a city. Ryo is ridding a motorbike upon the wasted streets fully equipped with Weapons of various range. Upon his back is a sniper rifle, and a shotgun; strapped on his thighs are two pistols along with a set of throwing knives. He also is carrying a sub machine gun.*
It has been days since the world was brought to a terrible abrupt end, no doubt humanity itself was probably near the brink of extinction without much chances of survival...or so it seemed so. Ryo had been traveling for a long time across lands plagued by the fear and bloodlust of what was once a peaceful land. He cussed at the corpse of victims and innocents, he stopped dead in his tracks; a dead end for his bike ride it seemed. He kept his journey afoot not worrying for the least, that is what he convinced himself to do.
Any luck given to find survivors were always slim to none but Ryo kept up hope to find more that have managed this far. What else was he supposed to do? Certainly not give up hope. At least for now. The howling wind of the city and cold stare of the grim Reaper watching his every steps haunted Ryo with a fear of being attacked. His heart raced, he was getting sweaty:
"Calm down bro...that's how it starts...with fear."
Taking a deep breath Ryo kept his quick paced walk down what seemed to be the main street.