Stories From A Murderer

[Roast]

Prologue:

Andrew Sullivan was your average Irishman, growing up in the least average place for one to be, Chernarus.  Poor Sullivan's family had been trapped in Chernarus due to a terrible chain of events leading to the death of his family's funds. Originally Sullivan's father had taken them to Chernarus on a tour of various small European countries in an effort to show them they should be happy with what they have. He hoped seeing the poverty of these countries, especially their poorest, would humble his children. Little did he know, as he arrived in Chernarus he was layed off from his job in construction back in Ireland.  Scrambling to leave the country and get back home to get their finances in order poor Andrew ran into another mishap. On their way to the airport at Bolota, they were robbed by several armed men for pracitcally everything they had. To ensure the family "wouldnt hunt them down" as one criminal said, they tried to take Andrew with them as a hostage. This caused his father Brian to rush to attack the criminals to save his son, which would be his demise. As he tackled one of the bandits, the other shot him in the head which killed him infront of Andrew. As this happened the police and CDF began pooring into the area, apparently these criminals were very notorious and high on the Chernarus most wanted list. Scrambling in confusion, the criminals quickly retreated and took most of the Sullivan family's things with them as well as Mr. Sullivan's life. A year or so passed with the family now being trapped in Chernarus and barley scrapping by, Andrew wakes up late one night unable to sleep or shake a terrible feeling. These living conditions had changed Andew very much. The cheerful and kind boy he once was now was a cold and seemingly unfeeling (at least, feeling nothing but anger and depression) man. He routinley tried to rob other people in the area despite them being as poor if not poorer than him. Wandering through his house at night trying to shake the bad feeling and deal with his inner pain. As Andew passed his sister's room he heard a very strange noise and what sounded like an animal eating, stuffing its face at that. As Andrew crept into his little sister's room he saw a horrifying sight that would stick with him for the rest of his days and only accelerate his shift to a darker Andrew Sullivan. His mother had, somehow, for some reason killed his sister and was eating her remains. Andrew screamed and threw his mother off of his sister Emily, but it was far too late. His mother somehow had changed, he gazed upon her darkend gray skin, cold lifeless eyes and blood drenching her body... this was no longer his mother Maria Sullivan. As Andrew's mother attacked him, he ran out of his house and into the streets. Fleeing into the woods with what little supplies he could gather from the town, Sullivan expected this to be a nightmare, or something that would blow over soon. Little did he know the world had begun to fall apart all around him, and this nightmare had just begun.

[Prince]

wow there is something written this time

[StriderV]

Good stuff Dress.

[Chernov]

Wonder who helped you write that :troll:

[Nightngale]

Much better this time!

[Roast]

Much better this time!

Thanks, I think the old version was good, but something was missing from it

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Wonder who helped you write that :troll:

Whaaaat are you talking about chernov? This was all me.

:troll:

[Roast]

I looked around the old warehouse. I wandered in here a few minutes ago, thinking that there might be supplies that would be helpful for me. Apparently not, because it looked as though it had been ransacked earlier by a group of survivors. But, judging by the bodies on the floor, not all of them had made it out alive. 

The warehouse was covered in a thick coating of dust, which had been recently disturbed, leaving the air a little hazy. Part of the floor was submerged in a thin layer of water, the rest was covered in different debris, yellowed papers, dirt, piping, and there were tables sporadically placed. Windows ran up the walls to the ceiling, cracked, stained and old. The roof was curved, and there was only one set of doors. Looking up, I couldn’t see much. On the wall behind me, there was a set of double doors, and windows above and around them, evenly spaced. The other wall in front of me was all brick, with a room spanning the length of the wall, with one large window. Hanging from the ceiling were broken light fixtures and grappling hooks, that were once used for hanging dead carcasses.

As I wandered further into the warehouse, I tried to avoid the dead bodies which were in different stages of decomposition. It reeked like road kill and rotting flesh. I went further into the warehouse, not because I thought that there would be anything helpful, but because I was interested in what it looked like. 

I was in the middle of the warehouse, when I heard a noise. It wasn’t a very loud noise, just enough for the hairs on the back of your neck to perk up. It wasn’t behind me, or in front of me, or beside me. It was…above me. I looked up just in time to see an infected drop down from the ceiling, landing nearly 2 feet away. I jerked back and rammed my hip against the edge of a table, white hot pain raced through my body. My fingers reached onto the table for fear I was going to fall backwards, when I touched something cold and hard. 

Glanced over for a second to see a piece of barbed wire just laying there. I heard a faint clicking sound from the ceiling of the warehouse. "Shit!" I thought to myself. I was not in the mood to meet his buddies. I clutched the barbed wire as hard as I could, for it was my only means to a weapon, ignored the pain from where the barbs poked into my skin, and ran into the room that spanned the wall. I stumbled and almost fell flat, when I was able to regain my balance.

The infected gained on me, but I pressed on, running half of the warehouse in a matter of seconds. Stumbling over debris, and jumping over bodies. I heard thumps which I could only assume were his buddies jumping down off the ceiling to meet their next meal. I sure as hell wasn’t about to find out though. I reached the warehouse door, pulled it open and threw myself onto the floor inside the dark room, slamming the door shut. Just in time too, as the infected slammed against the door, almost knocking it off its hinges. 

I locked the door with the padlock and stepped away from the door, watching as it rattled on and on for a few seconds until it stopped. The infected were smart, and would lure people out instead of going in. They were patient and cunning. But so was I. I grabbed the barbed wire and turned around to find there was an infected standing inches from my face. I could smell his rancid breath, and could feel it on my skin. It wasn’t moist or hot, it was cold, and left my face dry. I could smell his body decaying on his bones, and was able to see he was missing part of his arm through my peripheral vision.

My eyes widened and my heart beat sped up in fear, and I jerked back, reached for my knife, when I remembered that I left it back at camp. I than remembered what I had in my hand and wrapped it around the infected neck and pulled. The infected immediately started struggling, and black blood started oozing out of the holes where the barbs entered his neck.

I pulled harder and harder, watching as the barbs pushed their way further into his neck, slowly but surely killing him. Black blood poured from his neck, soaking his crusty white shirt. "This isn't going to be an easy.." I thought as I pulled harder, pain searing through my hands from the barbed wire. 

Pushing my foot up against him to get more leverage, I than started pulling in my direction, working my way through the cartilage in his neck. I heard popping noises, and watched the infected scream, and struggle. A scream, an animal would make when it is in trouble. The infected was swinging wildly at its neck to get the wire off.  I brought my foot back and kicked as hard as I could into the infected stomach, it’s head rolled onto the floor.

I threw the barbed wire on the floor, and spit on the infected head, wiping sweat off my face, I looked at the black hole at the top of his neck, blood oozing out. At last, I was able to get a look at the room I had thrown myself into in a frenzy. The room was dark, and was only illuminated from the window on the wall, but it was obvious none was here in a while, as there were still chairs and tables. Even an old couch.

Walking to the window, I looked out. It appeared to be an empty warehouse again, the same one I entered not too long ago. No infected in sight. But I knew better then to leave. The infected might be patient, but I could be too. I sat on the floor and prepared to wait as long as I needed too.

[Guest Zerozael]

+1 Positive Vibes

[Frosty]

Awesome read dude

Love the amount of detail you put into this, I can really see the picture you paint

Good job!

[Welden]

Amazing Read