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[RP] The Omnicide Reality

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TrainerX:
Kain noticed the outline of a tall figure. It didn't seem to notice him. It was focusing on another figure. Kain threw the tied up executive in the car, and sneaked closer to the two figures.
Now that Kain was closer, he could see that it had no face.
What the hell is that thing?
The smaller figure ran away. Kain could here someone yelling. Kain looked away for a second. When he looked at the spot where the creature was, it was gone. It was like it had just disappeared. Then Kain heard a shot. He moved towards where the shot had come from, and saw the creature again. It was on the right side of a cabin. Kain fired a shot at it with his pistol, but it wasn't there anymore.
What the hell? It's like it just disappeared!
((What exactly is this creature thing with no face? I'm guessing it's from a horror movie.))

Declan_23:
The men were ready, 48 hours worth of rations stored away in their packs. It would be long enough to last... last until what? What was the plan? Run away and hide in the forest? Live like Robing Hood from the olden days? Robbing the rich to survive?
They'd been mildly surprised when he revealed that he was lying to Rex. Each man carried one blank magazine, enough to bluff their way in case they were stopped. The rest were live, along with about a thousand loose rounds about their persons. Rifle ammunition didn't grow on trees.
Clouds covered the moon and stars as he silently led the group down to the vehicle bay. He'd carried out a recce earlier, they'd be taking two trucks. One was fitted with a mounted GPMG. As he'd not had the time to teach anyone else the drills, he'd be manning it himself. The next two in command would be driving.

Silver:
Dammit! She says firing another round.
Nex drops the rifle and slides next to Calx, and begins to shake him.
Wake up, we have to go!
He begins to stir. Slowly opening his eyes, he begins to rub his head, and sit up.
"What the hell-augh!"
The pain of the wound spikes through his shoulder.
"Where am I?"

Frenchfry:
Stefan leaned forward, his head four feet directly above Calx's.
"Heya, buddy. You wouldn't happen to be an internet man, would you? If so, we've got the tall fellow lurking about out there. So, I'd wake up from your pain-induced and drug-sustained coma and get moving."

Silver:
"Stefan? What are you doing here?" He turns to the girl sitting next to him. Completely in shock, he's incapable of saying anything. All he could do was stare, with a dumb look on his face. Turning back to Stefan he asks,
"Where are we?"

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