The Stand [Character Submission Is Open]
"Hold him in his armchair you can feel his disease..."
CHARACTER SUBMISSION IS OPEN
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Biography:
Appearance:
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In The Stand, a soldier by the name of Charlie Campion escaped his military base with his daughter and his wife, with a case of the sniffles. Three days after he escaped the military base, he was found dead, along with his family, crashed into a gas station in Arizona. Him and his family were found with flabby necks, rotten and dead.
A brand new illness is emerging in the world, one that will catch you no matter how far you run. It may seem like a small cold, but it's actually a full-serving of death. Only a few will survive the plague...will you be one of them?
New York: Melanie Montreal, George Lottman, Sydney Hill,
Texas: Kincaid Blastoise,
Oklahoma: Raymond Pines, Lucas Pines,
Arizona: Hugo Brown, Carlos Txapelduna, Camilla,
New Mexico: Evelyn Winston, Quinn Lee,
Utah: Nozomi Mizami, David Archer,
Pennsylvania: Rachel Gavin,
North Carolina: Brittany Manson, Allan Lettvin, Lucy Lettvin,
Florida: Oliver Bennett, Jake Bennett,
Washington: Gustac Kirschstein, Clyde Munroe,
Unknown:
Dead or Presumed Dead:
Based on Stephen King's novel and the miniseries of the same name.
EPISODE 1: CAPTAIN TRIPS
FULL EPISODE HERE - https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_ghDSOwUEgEqyIFvqUWprz8agq8Ds7fniq51_D1JIsY/edit?usp=sharing
STATUS: ONGOING
EPISODE 2: INFLUENZA
STATUS: COMING SOON
EPISODE 3: TUBE NECK
STATUS: COMING SOON
EPISODE 4: PROJECT BLUE
STATUS: COMING SOON
EPISODE 5: CAMPION
STATUS: COMING SOON
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Name: Melanie Montreal
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Biography: She lived in a small neighboor all her life. She was bullied because of having the eyes of differemt colors. One day , she even got beaten up so that she was in coma 2 months in the hospital. Her parents never give a shit about her. Her mother was a drug addict and her father left them when she was 4. She always spent most of the time in her grandparents , Joana and Edward , house. They were the only one who cared about her , but they died in a car accident 1 month ago.
Appearance: white skin , 5,4 feet tall , gold short curly hair , left eye blue and the right one is green.
( http://36.media.tumblr.com/2eada551dd4e41cb022f953d22cde9c5/tumblr_mwbn1sbbab1simk75o3_500.jpg )
Other Special Things: She went to karate , so she knows a bit of combat :P
Wonderful! Allow me to introduce:
Name: Kincaid Blastoise
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Biography: Before the outbreak he was a college student in Texas. He worked at a gas station but was fired due to him being caught smoking pot on the job. His life then began to go hell and then along came this plague and which things even worse for him. He now fights to survival protecting what is left of his loved ones, at all cost.
Appearance: Young mixed race male, 5'9 feet tall, black hair, hazel eyes, dragon tatoo on his chest.
Other Special Things: Knows how to fire a gun with accurate precision in which he learned from his father. Some what athletic.
Name: Hugo Brown
Age: 24
Gender: A male, obviously
Biography: Hugo's family wasn't that known. They were living in a village near Scottsdale in Arizona. They were poor and hardly educated, while the head of the family, Hugo's father, Jack, had some bad deals with gangsters. Hugo was different than his family members. He was getting good scores at school and was incredibly strong. Later, he went to study in Scottsdale. It wasn't easy, but he somehow managed. Once, when he visited his family's home, it was ruined. Everyone were dead. Those gangsters just killed everyone. When they noticed him, they shot him multiple times and fled. But he wasn't killed. He somehow survived. When the plague hit the place, he was just waking up at Scottsdale's hospital. His condition was serious and he could barely move. It depends on you will he survive. Also, it's worth to mention that he was working as a guard to night's club in Scottsdale called Moon Eclipse.
Appearance: Bald, blue eyes, not very tall, has a purple ring on his right middle finger given from the owner of Moon Eclipse.
Other Special Things: Except being incredibly strong, he knows Russian language and has some skills with fights, since the clients of Moon Eclipse aren't always nice and kind
TEXAS, FEBRUARY 19th, 2015, 11:47 AM
TWO MONTHS AFTER THE OUTBREAK
"I don't know why I came here tonight..."
"I got the feeling that something ain't right..."
"I'm so scared I'm about to fall off my chair..."
"And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs..."
"Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am..."
"Stuck in the middle with you."
Dean's white hazmat suit glistened in the sunlight, as he tapped his hands on the steering wheel to the song playing on his radio. He smiled, watching Jonathan in his own hazmat suit picking up a PEZ Dispenser they had seen lying on the road. Dean had always been a big fan of the little things, and just because the world was over doesn't mean you can't still keep your hobbies, right? He had convinced Jonathan that he should go out and get the PEZ Dispenser for him, as Dean had just driven through almost fifty miles of desert, bodies, and despair. Jonathan had sighed grumpily, but finally had jumped out to grab the toy. They had just earlier ditched Las Vegas, which was now an unfortunate shell of itself. Bodies, graffiti, and cars had littered the streets, along with rubble and signs from the rioting. When they had passed through it had been oddly...serene. Birds were chirping wildy, singing brilliant songs and whatever other nonsense they were taking about.
He imagined they were mourning the bodies that were rotting in the streets. The senior citizens that threw them bread, the passerbys, those civilians having a particularly good day that would wave to the birds, and even the dumb kids that scared them off from time to time. The birds, in mourning for their human friends. It was like some sort of dark, sadistic Pixar movie.
They had picked up these two hazmat suits off of two dead guys back in Vegas, professors who had eventually caught the disease. Unfortunately, the two were too stupid to realize that if the disease got in the suits and killed the scientists, perhaps the suits didn't provide the best protection.
Dean was swaying to the rhythm of the music when the door slammed open and a large fist flew in, a Donald Duck PEZ Dispenser in hand. "I can't fucking believe you." Jonathan grumbled, jumping in the car and shutting the door. Dean happily grabbed the PEZ Dispenser and attached it to a notch in his belt, then began driving again. He was driving a steady fifty miles per hour down the desert street, when he felt a sneeze coming on and let it out. "Woo! That was a big one there." He smiled, but Jonathan was silent. "Pull the fucking car over."
Dean kept his eyes on the road, but responded to the clicking sound of a gun and the hostility. "What?" He said, as he looked at Jonathan in his peripheral vision, seeing the revolver rising up. "I said pull the fucking car over!"
"What the hell Jonathan? I'm not pulling the car over!"
Jonathan suddenly reached over and grabbed the wheel, causing the car to turn and spin along the road. Dean screamed in terror, and jumped out of the car at the last second. The car spun off the side of the road, one of it's wheels popping and a chunk of the bottom of it flying into the sand. Dean quickly got up, hurting a little bit but knowing he needed to start running. Fast. A Yoda PEZ Dispenser fell from his waist as he stumbled across the road, turning his head around as Jonathan jumped out of the car and began chasing after him. "No! Please! I don't want to die!"
Jonathan crushed the aforementioned Yoda Dispenser with his boot and pulled the pistol up. He fired a shot at Dean, causing the scared man to stumble over. He hadn't been hit, but the shot of the gun terrified him. He fell forward, his face smacking into the ground. He looked up, seeing the Donald Duck PEZ Dispenser just ahead of him. He was crying at this point. He stared at Donald Duck, and Donald Duck appeared to stare back at him. "Please! Just please! Stop!"
He felt a foot on his back as a bullet smashed through Dean's skull, causing blood and bits of skull and brain to fly all over Donald Duck.
Jonathan put the gun in it's holster, and began walking back to the car. He stepped into the driver's seat, and with a smack and stutter, he got the car on the road again. It drove much slower now, of course, but it would be fine for where he was going. He suddenly went into a coughing spasm, and sucked up some snot streaming out of his nose back into his nostrils. What he had not realized was that back in Vegas, he had fucked some woman while Dean was playing with his PEZ Dispensers. He had learned that the woman had grown infected soon after, and ditched her there, taking Dean with him. But by then, Jonathan already had the gift of death stuck to him, and he had so genourously given it to his previous driver.
Two hours later, the car stopped dead in the road. If anybody ever looked in the car again, they would find a hazmat suit with a body inside, their neck swelled up like a balloon and their body reeking of death and decay.
THE STAND
That was a great first part, as expected. Over the work for Forum of Thrones I completely forgot to submit characters for this. But here they are (Hope 2 characters are okay):
Name: David Archer
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Biography: David was a troublemaker in his early life, always getting into brawls, before he had to drop out of school at age 15. His parents, who were quite rich and a bit snobbish, were devastated by this and on their insistence, David joined the army when he was 18 years old. He served in a war and got promoted to Staff Sergeant during this time. In the army he became highly disciplined and calmed down considerably. Shortly after he returned home from war, the plague struck. Davids hometown was quickly wiped out. The army had a part in this by bombing the city in the futile hope of stopping the plague. This led to David becoming disillusioned with the army, finally deserting after he got the order to shoot people who might have been infected. If it serves his interests (mainly surviving, but also protecting not-infected people from harm) he still pretends to be Staff Sergeant
Appearance: David is a 6 feet tall and muscular man in his late twenties. He has brown eyes, wears his blonde hair very short and is clean shaven. Usually he wears his army uniform.
Other Special Things: He is a good shot and has close combat experience. He is also very resourceful, but because of his experience he does not trust the army
Name: Rachel Gavin
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Biography: Rachel was born into a typical middle-class family. Her family was very conservative and religious, much to her chagrin, since she was anything but. Her own liberal views often clashed with her parents conservative way of thinking. The only person from her family whom she got along with was her uncle Thomas, who taught her how to use a hunting bow. On his suggestion she also started to study medicine. Shortly after that, the plague appeared. She abandoned her parents without regret and survived together with Thomas, until they got in a car accident. Thomas saved her life, but got stuck in a burning car during this. Rachel was unable to help him and saw him burn to death. This incident considerably hardened her. She took her uncles favourite hunting bow with her and survived on her own after that and has a very hard time trusting other people
Appearance: Rachel is 5'5 tall, slim and athletic. She has blue eyes and shoulder-length black hair with dyed red streaks in it. She often has a cold look on her face. She wears brown jeans, a black t-shirt and a brown jacket
Other Special Things: She is skilled with her hunting bow and knows how to survive in the wilderness. She also has medical knowledge, but nowhere near the level of a fully studied doctor. She is slightly afraid of open fire.
Name: Raymond Pines.
Age: 31.
Gender: Male.
Biography: He lived in Oklahoma city for most of his life and would only leave Oklahoma on rare occasions, he didn't like going places, and this worked for him until he had to visit Texas to see his younger cousin to bail he out of jail after his family refused to do it themselves. Once he arrived at the small town jail and bailed out his cousin, he asked to live with Raymond not wanting to go back to face his family, Raymond accepted his offer and they made their way back to Oklahoma, but then a plague started going around, they were no longer able to leave Texas.
Appearance: Somewhat short standing tall at about 5'7", wears a light jacket with the arms of it rolled up, slim and with little to no muscle, still able to give a good punch. Short black hair and blue eyes.
Other Special Things: Good shot with a rifle, but pretty bad a shooting a pistol.
Name: Lucas Pines.
Age: 16.
Gender: Male.
Biography: Lucas faced bullies all his life, one day he had enough and takes his farther's pistol, he then visits one of the bullies houses and waited at the door with the gun behind his back, but he get cold feet and gave up, he left the house only to have the bully mock him at the doorway, out of anger he pulled the gun on him, and shot the bully in the shoulder, he lived, but Lucas was sent to jail as he waited to see when his family would see him. Soon after he got word they had no plans to see him, let alone bail him out. But soon he found out his older cousin was coming to try to bail him out, he left town with his cousin hoping to go back with him to Oklahoma.
Appearance: Short blonde hair, likes to wear jeans and a long sleeved shirt.
Other Special Things: Good shot with a pistol, but lacks any other skills.
Im loving these characters guys, keep it up!
Name: Britanny Manson
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Biography: She was always a lonely person. She had a few friends , but she feel that they weren´t really her friends. She left university 3 months ago because she got pregnant. She didn´t abort the baby because even if she wanted , she didn´t want to not let it have the chance to live. Her parents died in car accident when she was 15.
Appearance: red short curly hair , green eyes , white skin 5,9 feet tall. Wears a grey shirt , blue pants , black shoes , green socks.
Other Special Things: I said she was pregnant :P
EPISODE 1: CAPTAIN TRIPS
DAY OF THE OUTBREAK
Melanie Montreal was sitting on the curb of the sidewalk that lined Strawberry Street, twiddling with her thumbs as she waited for the eventual beating that was coming to her. She looked across the street, the fourteen year old girl’s multicolored eyes blinking. A bird let out a sweet serenade off in the distance, but she paid it no mind. Currently, she was only interested in the distant clanging and ringing of a bike.
Ching ching.
Here it comes. Ching ching. Parker Tust, or as she liked to call him, shitface, was rolling down the street to come and give her a nice, new spot circling her eye. He hated her. It was the strangest thing, but he hated her for some reason that she couldn’t even comprehend. It was her own eyes. One blue eye and one green eye. She felt like a witch, one from Salem, and Parker was a hunter, about to tie her up and burn her at stake.
Ching ching.
She rose up from her seat at the sidewalk, and brushed back her own blonde hair to see the boy rolling around the bend. I hear that train a’ comin, it’s rolling around the bend. And I ain’t seen the sunshine since, I don’t know when. Johnny Cash’s melody echoed through her mind, as she breathed in, then breathed out, as finally Parker pulled up next to her and parked the bike.
Ching ching.
He stared at her with a strange bit of animosity, bits of spittle forming at the corners of his mouth like a rabid dog. They stood there for a second, just breathing and breathing. Then, that old distant sound again.
Ching ching.
Two more bikes pulled up, the violent boys on them being Ray Booth and Charlie Darren. They were smiling, as they rushed towards Melanie, and she turned around to begin running again. “You fuckin’ bitch! Me and ma’ boys will mess you up!” She heard Ray screaming behind her, but she didn’t care. “You and your har’ mother! We’ll keel’ boffum’!”
Melanie quickly began scaling a chain-link fence, hopping over and landing, her feet giving away as she tumbled over, hitting the ground. She quickly jumped up, as the three boys clambered over in front o
f her. She looked around, eyeing for a weapon of sorts. There was a trashcan, filled to the brim with black bags, and a lot of broken glass behind her, as she realized stepping backwards and on to the window. “Shit.”
[Use the trashcan]
[Use the glass]
[Use the glass]
Amazing Start!!!!
[Use the trashcan]
[Use the glass]
I don't know if a 14 year old like her can effectively wield a trashcan for a fight. Glass seems to be the better option, albeit definitely the more brutal one. Well, that'll teach these bullies!
[Use the glass]
This is gonna be bloody.
Use the trashcan, for teh lulz.
[Use the glass]
Name: Carlos "Euskaldunak" Txapelduna
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Biography: He was born in a really poor family in Pamplona, Navarra (Spain). At the age of 19, he went to live in the USA to exile from Spain for having to much of a radical political view, leaving his parents (Vasco and Zuberona) and his younger sister (Gipuzkona).
Appearance: Black hair, green eyes, blue jeans, a red jacket (which he likes a lot) and a dark purple t-shirt with "We Can" written on it.
Other Special Things: He is charismatic, knowing how to make people follow his actions. He wants the benefit of the majority of the group he is in.
[Use the glass]
Melanie grasped for the shard of glass, off the ground, and got in a defensive position. "Shit!" One of the boys cried, instinctively running to the fence and climbing over. Ray Booth and Parker Tust stayed behind, although the fear gleaming in Parker's eyes was something new. "Ray...let's leave. She....she gunna stab us." Ray Booth kept that furious glare. He launched himself at Melanie, who held the shard of grainy glass tightly in her hand. She recoiled, throwing the glass up, the makeshift weapon slicing all across Ray's face. He grabbed at his face, falling over, screaming and screaming. Melanie looked at the glass in her hand, her own reflection shining back at her from the now blood-soaked shank.
He fell on to the ground, shrieking and bleeding, one hand lifting up to reveal his face for a split second. It was mangled and disgusting, extremely tiny bits of glass sticking from his jawbone and a thin line of blood across his face where the blood had hit. It went up to his left eye, where it stopped, but his eye was now bloodshot and twisted, looking in a way that it should not have been looking in. Parker grabbed a hold of the railing and climbed over, taking the chance to run off screaming and blubbering. Melanie herself was crying too. She ran to the fence, dropping the shard of glass into the trashcan, then began trying to climb the fence as well. However, a distant sound scared her, nearly causing her own beating heart to burst out her chest in a glory of blood and extremities. A police siren wee-wooing down the road.
Ching Ching. Was all she could think, and she quickly climbed up and over as the police car quickly pulled up. A man jumped out, a taser held up in his hands, pointing it at the little girl. When he finally realized she was crying and had no weapon, he brought the taser down and grabbed her in a one-armed hug. She was positively bawling, and she looked back at the screaming Ray as an ambulance pulled down the street, then back at the police car.
Time to burn, witch.
DAY TWO OF THE OUTBREAK
Kincaid Blastoise sat in a plastic chair, his fist shaking and shaking before it slammed into the table beside him. "Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh! That's pure! That is fucking pure!" He called out to the dark recesses of his grungy apartment, where paper was littered and the floors stayed unclean. Today, he was having a pretty bad day. Well, the morning was pretty bad. He had dropped inside the Texaco he worked at with a bag of pot in his coat pocket, and then dredged along as a cashier for four mind-numbing hours. He then proceeded into the bathroom to numb his mind with alternative methods, and was promptly fired. However, the evening, where he currently was, had been going on so much better.
In particular, he was really high.
He was just then shaking as he snorted the crystal meth he just stole from some drug dealer that was probably going to come and put a cap him. "You gonna get popped, Kincaid." He told himself, and grinned as he lived out his drug-induced fantasies. He envisioned some form of Tarantino movie, himself the random character getting loaded with bullets as his blood splattered everywhere. This made him grin even more, as his phone began to rang. He looked at the small screen on his phone, seeing the small words prompting "Mother" and "Answer." He waited until the ringing ended, then held his phone up in one hand. "'It be on motherfucker, 'cause all this bullshit, it made me strong motherfucker.'" He replied to it, quoting the rapper Lil' Wayne, and he threw the phone across the room and watched it break with utmost pleasure. The screen and circuit board crashed all across the room, the frame hitting the floor and shattering into two pieces. "'So I pick the world up and imma drop it on your fucking head, yeah! Bitch, imma pick the world up and imma drop it on your head, yeah! And I could die now rebirth motherfucker-" His horrible rapping skills were suddenly interrupted as a knock on the door, and he shifted his eyes towards it. He kept his smile, and looked back down at the crystal meth he was snorting.
[Snort another shard of crystal meth]
[Open the door]
[Snort another shard of crystal meth] xd
Awesome Chapter!!!!!!!!!!
Name: Evelyn Winston
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Biography: She was abused all his life by his father who was a crazy man. One day he tried to jump off a bridge along Evelyn , but a cop saver her. From that day she decided that was going to be her job. She got married at the age of 24 with other cop , but he later died in a car accident 2 years ago. She has a son called Harry
Appearance: black short heddle hair , brown eyes , african-american , 6,0 feet tall
Other Special Things: She likes helping other people
[Snort another shard of crystal meth]
Lol, love what you did with Kincaid.
Name: Nozomi Minami
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Biography: She was always the "nerd" of the class. She never got friends , except one Jacob. He always supported her and go out with her. They were sometimes called "lovers" but they didn´t care about it. But Jacob the first night of the outbreak. That left her broken. Her parents also died from the virus. She studied medicine at university.
Appearance: blue eyes , black long heddle hair , 5,8 feet tall , white skin
Other Special Things: She likes reading and being alone. She is asian
[Snort another shard of crystal meth]
[Snort another shard of crystal meth]
[Open the door]
I need more of your awsome works!
[Snort some more meth]
Let's get really high
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[Take another short of crystal meth]
Kincaid smiled to himself, raising the pure drug to his nose, sniffing it a little. He snorted some back in, looking dreamily at the door. The pounding on the wooden entrance became much louder, but Kincaid was too high to hear it. He let out a growl, rocking the chair back and forth. "Kincaid! Open the fuck up right now!" A sneering voice sounded through from outside, and Kincaid began to laugh. He couldn't hear them, but he felt really high right now. Oh, so very, extremely high.
He was too high to realize that the man outside, a weaselly looking guy with a rat face and sunken eyes and a hoodie had kicked down the door and rushed in, stealing the meth, the pot, and Kincaid's wallet. Kincaid was unfortunately in a temporary coma, as he waited in pure glee and tranquility in his little chair.
Meanwhile, as Kincaid Blastoise was getting robbed blind, a man by the name of Charlie Campion was lying in a morgue along with his wife Sally and his baby daughter LaVonne. Just twenty-four hours before he had crashed at an old Service Station, already having gotten himself a case of good old Captain Trips. A man by the name of Bill Hapscomb who owned the Service Station had rushed out, checking on the man who had crashed the car, seeing a small baby and a woman inside with their necks bloated into vile and disgusting proportions. Charlie Campion himself was still alive however, and was rushed off to the hospital.
Bill Hapscomb later that day talked to a traveler going down to New York to see the Statue of Liberty and maybe get some of that pizza. The traveler's name was Uraine Whitting, and he had sped off with thanks to Bill for helping provide directions. Uraine had later stopped stopped at a Denny's, and had sent his eggs and bacon back with the waitress because they were runny, and he had ordered scrambled. He left after paying a handsome check and as the Flo-style waitress commented on how he sounded a little stuffy, he responded with "allergy season," spitting a little bit in her face by accident. Uraine then while walking outside met an old friend named John Terrence, and Uraine shook the man's hand. Uraine continued on his trip to New York, as John Terrence walked into the Denny's to commence his job as a chef. He coughed a little bit in a piece of bacon he had just fried, but he ignored it. The piece of bacon was served to a trucker headed for Arizona, who on his route talked to ten different people face to face. They all commented on the sneezes he made, but he only told them one thing.
"Allergy season."
DAY THREE OF THE OUTBREAK
Rachel Gavin sat on her couch, sinking in to the soft, soft fabric as she watched a news report in this little town of Dipshit, Oklahoma. The man on the news was currently going on about how it was flu season again and about how tons upon tons of people were getting caught up in it. Thank God she wasn't in Texas, the place that had been hit the hardest. While Rachel Gavin may not have been rotting in a morgue like the Campion family and soon to be many others, she herself felt like she was rotting away in this little Oklahoma town of Wernshire. Wernshire was a stupid name too, wasn't it? Yes, it was, she finally decided, before blowing out a huff of annoyance and looking up at the TV to hear a small cough come out of the news anchor, before her lovely parents walked in.
"Hey guys." She said, a bit disgruntled by their sudden presence. She was already having such a lovely time in here by herself, and then they had to walk in and ruin it. Her mother squeezed her shoulder and sat down next to her. Her father attempted to bring a supporting smile to her, but failed in her own eyes. He sat down next to her, and quickly picked up the remote on the armchair. "Let's not watch any of this. Just gets me depressed. Lord knows that." He quickly switched it over to the Food Network, where an episode of Chopped was playing.
Rachel studied the ingredients on the screen, as the host repeated them to the contestants. It sounded disgusting to Rachel herself, and a woman chef with short blonde hair appeared to agree. "This is a recipe for disaster." The woman said, and Rachel looked around the room she was in.
A recipe for disaster.
Rachel's mother began to say something, but just before it happened, an older man in his mid-forties stepped into the room. Uncle Thomas. Uncle Thosmas had always brought a smile to Rachel's face, and when she saw him come in she beamed. Uncle Thomas was currently undergoing a form of...difficulties, as you may say, with his job, his money, and his landlord, so Rachel's mother and father had opted for him to stay with them, as to Rachel's delight. Uncle Thomas just seemed like he had always had the right thing to say at exactly the right time.
Thomas looked at Rachel, and noticing her despair, raised a hand to stop Patricia Gavin from speaking. "Now...I was headed on over to the pharmacist to pick up some...my prescription. I wanted to know if Rachel wanted to come." He said, and Rachel quickly stood up. "Bye!" She waved to her parents, who seemed dumbfounded and shell shocked, just before they went into a comatose state of sadness. "See ya, see ya in a little bit Rachel." Martin Gavin waved, and Rachel quickly headed out the door after grabbing her coat.
Rachel and Uncle Thomas quickly hopped into the latter's truck, and began heading down the road. "Thanks for the bail." Rachel told him gratefully, unable to withstand another second of the Food Network or the awkwardness around her parents. She sighed, then waited for her uncle's response. "You grateful? You that grateful, yeah? I didn't think I'd have heard the word 'thanks' coming from Rachel Gavin's mouth." He chuckled, and Rachel allowed a smile to slip by her lips. Suddenly, Uncle Thomas began to cough a little bit into his hand, then sniffled the air and shook his eyes about. "Got a cold there?" Rachel asked, genuinely concerned, but Thomas just smiled. "I, I'm fine. Just a little scratch in the old throat."
They finally reached the pharmacy, parking in the lot in front then jumping out. The lights shone from the inside, and "La Grange" could be heard very faintly from the inside of the store. Thomas walked up and pulled on the door handle, and much to his chagrin and surprise, it did not budge. He tried it again, but it still did not move. "You came here after it closed?" Rachel asked, and Thomas shook his head. "No, no. Something's wrong. He's always open about this time. He's always open. I don't get it."
Thomas tilted his head slightly to look at Rachel, obviously asking her silently for suggestions. Of course.
[Knock on the door]
[Break the window]
["Let's just leave."]
[Break the window] - I don't know, breaking windows could be fun. :P
[Break the window] STEALLLL
Awesome Chapter!!!!
[Break the window]
[Knock on the door] That's what I would do...
Great! But where can I buy the book after you publish it?
Oh, I won't be publishing an actual book for these stories. I will take them and put them on the website Wattpad and then add on tremendously to them eventually. I wish I could publish these things as an actual book though. :P
Kincaid was great XD And his last name is probably the second-best last name ever!
Rachel was amazing too. I just noticed that for some reason I thought the story would be set way after the outbreak and wrote Rachels and Davids biography accordingly. Should this be more than a flashback, feel free to change their backstory post-outbreak as you like!
[Knock on the door]
Thanks
I loves thee pokemons.
Alright, I'm gonna come off as a douchebag here, but I just wanted to ask if you guys could sort of spread around this story. I don't normally do this stuff, but it's just with The Stand there are so many characters that are needed if I want to stay true to the original story. It's not something I expect of you, nor will I get angry or disappointed with you if you don't, it'd just be sort of nice if you guys could. Thanks for taking the time to read my dumb stories. :P
Dumb=Awesome
I will send one or two characters tomorrow, I planned to send characters only for The Walking Dead: Humane.
Name: George Lottmann
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Biography: His dad was killed by a mugger. He is smart, as he went to harvard.
Appearance: Handsome, hazel eyes, black hair, tall, muscular,
other special things: not much.
Name:Sydney Hill
Age: 19
Gender: female
Biography: her parents were killed in a crash when she was younger and her boyfriend recently was murdered.
Appearance: 6'2, long light brown hair, blue eyes
Other: is a reader/writer