The New Roleplay

Sabrina had heard my distorted shouting and threw a Bumblebee at the cannibals. No time to thank her, though. And it was probably Odessa who should thank her anyway. I just kept squeezing off rounds in the direction of the cannibals, often with the affirming screams from the cannibals as a response.
It seemed Meat Loaf had got to his senses, and I let out a sigh of relief as I kneeled down and put him off my back. "No bother" I muttered as I quickly stretched my back, hearing a loud "knack". I took off my backpack and started rummaging through the compartent labeled "Explosives". If I could set up some booby traps in the tunnel entrance, it would slow down the simple cannibals. "I'm setting up booby traps, cover me" I shouted to the group as I got hold of one of the devices.

 

I heard someone shouting to put my gas mask on, already had. I heard bare feet on concrete, one of those half naked guys ran down the corridor towards me. "Bollocks." I brought my rifle to bear aimed, fired. There was resistance on the trigger, damn safety, only had time to switch the safety up to full auto before firing. He was already on me, pushing the rifle out of my hands and then pushing me to the ground. He straddled me, gnashing his teeth and brought the knife type object he held down towards me. I put my left arm up to stop his right coming down. It hurt but it stopped him. I had no idea what my right arm was doing but I only had an awareness of where the left arm was. I slid it across my body, taking his support away from him. He fell on top of me. I grabbed the shiv on my right leg and rammed it into his side. He roared in pain. I pulled it out then brought it up into his now unprotected throat. Blood gushed out as he let out a death cry. Blood covered my gas mask. I lay there frozen as the man twitched. I didn't like killing people. I pushed the guy off me and wiped the blood off my mask. i stood up, shaking, oblivious to the gunfire in the tunnel. I picked up my rifle and strolled out into the tunnel. I they were going to kill me, so be it. I started shooting towards where the others were into the gas from my elevated position. Would that be seen as a threat, would bullets ripping my body apart be the next thing I felt?

 

Guys I'm sorry I haven't replied, but I'm going to busy this weekend with comic con as a stalker, will post pictures when done.

 

Might be going away for a few days, so if I do, I'll re-connect when I get back. In the mean time I will keep posting.

*I was about to throw another nade when my hands touched something in one of my vest pocket, fire nades! quickly I took two of them out and as well as I could took both pins out and lobbed them in the general direction off the worms*

'and now we run!!' I said to all and nobody at the same time as I started sprinting towards a fork in the tunnel where I knew was an old service room.

'To the service room, now, or we'll be fried mealworms!' I said while lobbing a normal nade to the last of the worms still standing.

 

So... Am I allowed to join? I wanted my character to come in later, maybe when y'all are chilling in a station, so I might wait, but still interested.

 

Just create your character in the roleplay characters then join when you want

 

Sabrina lobbed a pipe bomb into the service tunnel, and it gibbed a few of the cannibals coming towards us. A cannibal ran towards me with a spear; but I threw him to the ground and put a bullet in his brain with mu Mak. I soon heard an alarm bell ring; and I realized it was time for us to leave, and soon as well. There would be more of them on us shortly.

 

We continued to run through all the gas and worms, shooting wildly as we went. All I could see was the ceiling racing by until a black veil swooped over me. It was the darkness of a room. The service room we were trying to get to no doubt, and we had made it. A grinding noise and commotion was heard as the steel door was wrestled closed and complete darkness overtook us for a moment until the flashlights revealed our sweaty and excited faces. We had made it.

"Get me off this damned strecher I can't stand it anymore!", Was the first thing I said. "Somebody take a look at my back and put it back into place, I can't stand it!"

 

I had followed the group and now wondered, should I leave now? I knew a thousand different ways to get to the surface but I had no idea where I was now. Did I say anything? The man on the stretcher was shouting. He was the centre of attention now. I just stood at the fringes and waited

 

In a insufferable position of painful blindness I had somehow, beyond logic managed to follow our little crew all the way to the cramped service room that we now found ourselves in. Hopefully we would be able to go somewhere from here, or we would be in quite a predicament.
According to half-blinded eyes I had been the last to enter the room, and, grinning, I turned and pushed against the rusted hinges that held an almost equally rusted door in place. With some help, the seemingly immovable steel slab audibly creaked into place in the sooted, angry face of a young inhabitant. Their fists ecchoed against the shut door as I turned to the sparcely furnished room, stinking of smoke and sweat.
Much of the air in the station had not been let into the room, and my eyes were clearing up ever so slightly.
Subconsiously I had moved my hand to the hatchet in my belt when I, just barely, saw an unknown face, but I cleared my mind, and decided it would be better to do so with my eyes as well, instead of starting hostilities. "Anyone got a drop of water to spare?" I smiled, "I seem to have gotten something in my eye."

 

I put my hands up as one of them brought his rifle to bear at me "I'm a stalker, I go up to the surface to get stuff. I don't really live anywhere." I gave a nervous laugh "Um, I either took a wrong turn or my informer wanted me to die. My name's Sam, Sam Walker." I lowered my right arm to shake anyones hand. Hopefully, it wouldn't be cut off

 

This man, Sam Walker, worried me. I was distrustful of anyone I didn't know from the Rangers or where affiliated with them, and the fact that this man had on a balaclava further fueled my suspicion. His voice sounded funny as well; it sounded somewhat familiar but I couldn't quite make it out due the distortion from his balaclava and my ringing ears. I shouldered my rifle and holstered my Makarov but kept both loaded.

 

Just as I was about to start setting up the booby traps, Odessa threw some fire grenades at the barbarians. "Whoops, better get the fuck outta here" I though as I quickly threw the traps back in the backpack and legged it for the service room.
When we got in there I replaced the magazine in my Kalash and flicked the safety on my P229R before leaning against the humid wall. Apparently some foreigner - was he British? - was in there with us, but he didn't seem to want to hurt us, and I was relaxed.
We were many and he was just himself. Any experienced stalker would know not to do anything stupid in such a situation.
"I'm Boris Polivanov" I said, giving him a polite smile as I shook his hand.

 

I nodded to Boris as I withdrew my hand from Sabrina's "Yeah, I should probably follow. I'm completely lost now, now on the surface, I'd know where I was" I looked at the others "Well, what were they?"

 

"Step on my hips and pull my arms. That better straighten my back out! If my backs really broken I'm screwed! Don't stop if I pass out. 'last thing I want is to wake up and do it again." I said hurriedly to Sab as she was busy shaking hands and starting quaint conversation with guests. I'm dyin' over here! Stupid Nazis! Don't they have enough sausage were they live? Tryin' to steal ours, those bastards!

 

I watched the painful proceedings and felt scared again. How could I trust these people? They were Rangers but that wasn't an immediate sign they were good people. And as they worked out I was British, would they distrust me? Plan to kill me or get me killed? The first few years underground were hell and I couldn't believe I lived through the ambushes and attacks. After a while though, I'd found my place in the metro's community, a lone wanderer. But still, I remember those first years very clearly and being confined in a space with people who may despise me for my race didn't calm down a man use to the empty city of Moscow

 

hey guys! jus got my internet back. been without connection for a long time, apologies. can some1 please give me a rundown of where we are in the rp? thanx!