A SYOC story by me, Damian aka D, the Knight. This might be the first story I'm submitting but it's far from the first I've written... My point is don't hold back, flame away if that's how you feel. Frankly I'm confident I can handle it. All reviews are welcome though some more appreciated than others (praise and editors hate). Well I won't hold you away from the story any longer.
UPDATE: SYOC closed
R.I.P. for a While
Z-Day= An Average Day... (Fade in)
Awaking from the usual daze I go into during chemistry I asked my usual question; "What are we supposed to be doing?" Realizing that I've zoned out for about half an hour I tried to match the board and the blank worksheet or quiz on my desk with the professor's words. Then I began slipping into a daze again. Listening to him was like white noise putting everyone to sleep. After another student fell completely asleep and his head slammed loudly on the desk I knew: College is not for me. I need to go.
"Going somewhere Damian?" The professor asked.
"Not if I keep falling asleep." I answered under my breath.
"Excuse me?" He asked as a few other students laughed.
"I said I'm just going to the bathroom." I corrected before leaving the room
~10-20mins later~
Wandering around the campus I noticed some people also skipping class. Recently there's been talk of people dropping out. Formulating my luck and national averages it's clear that if I dropout I'll never get an actual job. Life of petty crime here I come... That reminds me, king and the others said we have a fight later. I can't wait for tonight.
Seeing a crowd towards the east wing of the university I headed over. I only got there just before campus security broke everything up. Guards holding up two people one another student I recognized, the other some adult the kid must've pissed off. "What the hell's wrong with this guy? He on drugs or somethin'?" The man holding the adult said.
"Who knows, I guess we'd better radio this in. Hey kid is this guy with you?"
"I don't even know this fucker! But I'm sure he knows me now." The student boasted.
"You're bleeding a lot there tough guy." A girl pointed out from near the guard.
"Oh." Putting a hand to his bloody shoulder he explained: "After he started swinging at me I pinned him to the wall and he bit me." Wait, he bit you?
"Did you sa-" As if to answer the question I was planning to ask the guard screamed. Quickly turning my head I noticed the man's teeth imbedded into the arm of his captor.
"Jesus Christ!" The man let go of the body falling to the ground cradling his wound. The biter took this chance and continued to attack the guard. At the sight of this the other guard let go of the student to come to his friend's aid. More people came to the crowd; some people calling emergency numbers, others taking video and watching. Meanwhile I kept my eye on the student, the man began to vomit. I presumed it was from seeing the guard get torn apart but soon there was blood in the vomit. After that he fell completely to the ground a lay temporarily still. I had never seen anybody die before but I knew. He's done. Or that's what I thought soon he was twitching on the grass before pushing himself up again.
Swiftly his hand stretched out grabbing the leg of another nearby student who screamed drawing the attention of the crowd and the adult biting the guards. "No way." I said. The jaws of the bloodied student closed around her ankle causing a snap and more screams. I need to leave, I thought before noticing my legs weren't moving. Run!
With my body finally responding I headed back into the school. As I ran down the hall I noticed that like me the sounds of screams were moving down from the east side. Then, suddenly all sound was interrupted by a voice over the PA system. "All students and staff there has been an intruder on the campus. Please carefully and calmly leave the area following you professor's instructions using the west side exits. The intruders are coming from the east side and are very dangerous." The people trying to calmly leave their classrooms were met by a mass of panicked people running from the scene I just witnessed. I guess it's kind of hard to stay calm when you see a ton of people running and coated in blood, that said I wasn't exactly stunned when the panic became larger. Tons of people running to a few exits the result's gonna be obvious. Seeing a chance I slipped into a classroom and waited for the cluster of people to pass.
After everything calms I notice the sound of lazy and slow steps being taken in the hall, a few screams spread around the building and (although this probably doesn't matter) a strange but familiar odor. Looking through the window of a classroom and into another I notice a person surrounded by grayish people (if I can even still call them that). Drawing my knife and slowly inch towards the window, curious to see what they do. What the hell am I doing? There's nothing I can do from here, they're across the courtyard.
Hearing a loud and pained scream down the nearby my attention was drawn away from the person across the school and towards the door behind me. And since I'm not dead yet I still have my own life to worry about. I began barricade the door with desks and chairs.
I'm pretty far from any exits. All I've got is a knife and that poorly done barricade. And I'm on my own. Me and the person in the other window are probably the only people still alive. According to pretty much every TV show I'm going to regret asking this but, 'How could things get any worse?' I thought before noticing a fire on the opposite end of the room before recognizing that the 'strange but familiar' smell was gas. I'm back in the Chemistry room, how ironic. Quickly looking towards the door I started to hate myself for placing that barricade. "Shit!" I yelled in frustration while edging towards the window.
Name:
Nickname (and if it's 'unusual' a reason why people call you that):
Age (18+ except for child OCs) and occupation:
Gender:
Looks (race, hair, eyes, aprox. height and weight, skin tone):
Piercings, tattoos, markings, etc:
Clothes (the story will probably have different seasons and weather):
Are you at the university or in town:
Past and willingness to speak on it:
Personality (the more unusual the better):
Family (Dead, Alive, Infected, Unknown):
Likes:
Dislikes:
Weaknesses and fears:
Strengths and skills:
Weapon at university:
Weapon(s) in town:
Sexuality:
Love interest (type):
Moral standpoint (what's your view on right and wrong):
General reactions to new people:
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The example: My form
Name: Damian
Nickname: D
Age and occupation: 19, 2nd year college student (unemployed)
Gender: Male
Looks: African-American with dark skin, mid-length dreadlocks, dark brown eyes, 5'11'', 150 lb.
Piercings, tattoos, markings, etc: A black and red tattoo of a Knight's helmet on the left of his chest
Clothes: A black zip-up hoodie, with a red t-shirt underneath, loose fit jeans and black sneakers
Are you at the university or in town: University
Past and willingness to speak on it: His grades have always been fine with him but less than desirable for others. It wasn't because he didn't know the material, it that it seemed boring and pointless to him. He always (barely) passed the year and is only in college because his parents want him to be like his older sister (although they'd never admit it). There have been only three things that motivate him in life: money, fights and friends. Those three things are what made him love high school (although he'd never admit that). Now on his second year of college away from his old friends dropping out is all he can think of. He'll speak on his past if asked
Personality: A nice guy who wants his life to mean something. Doesn't care about the world or the future only the things happening in front of him. Somewhat a joker whenever he can lighten the mood. Smarter than he likes to act. Believes deeply in revenge. Can live with being hated (at least for a while). Kind of passive when it comes to arguments between friends.
Family: Parents, (unknown) Sister, Deja (Alive)
Likes: Games, money, driving, fights, sarcasm, sleep
Dislikes: Traitors, nosy and bossy people, crowds, being detained
Fears: Being betrayed, causing the death of a friend, going insane
Weaknesses: no sense of direction, doesn't think ahead, almost zero leadership skills
Strengths and skills: natural born fighter, good instincts, fast learner, can make the tough decisions
Weapon at the university: Pocketknife
Weapon in town: Two colt .38 Supers
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Love interest: a girl with a calming atmosphere giving a senses of normalcy to this new world
His moral standpoint: Anything's cool if he deems it necessary
General reactions to new people: Uses instinct and if his gut says they're good then there a friend... Otherwise they aren't his problem until the cause trouble.
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