((Open. para is preffered. please keep to the role. finally got around to posting something.)) the alarm had woken me up as i scramble out of bed. I fall off and slide on the ground and slam into the wall. I shake my head and grab my boots. I am wearing a white T-shirt and have on some army pants. I scramble as i put my boots on and my pistol slides down words me. I grab it real quick and open up the drawer for my leg holster. I strap it on and slide my M92 into it. I get up and go to my locker and pry it open. Normally when the alarm goes off it means pirates from Africa and AK-74’s. I toss on my vest that holds 12 mags for me. The mags are already there. I put on another leg holster to me left but instead it holds 6 mags for my pistol. I reach back in and grab my M16A3 with acog site, fore-grip, and laser sight, and flash light. A combat knife against my waist. I sling it over my shoulder and run out of my room. Ignoring my jacket. The ship suddenly turns as i slide down the hall i grab onto the stairs and climb up. I sprint up the next flight as the ship steadied. i run down the hall and open up a door. I see the rain pounding and giant waves. I run onto the beck and suddenly a wave crashes over and i slide to the right side and catch onto the railing and lift my self back up. I see the crew calling me over and yelling. I start running to them as the cargo starts tipping over. I slide under some containers and get up running. The ship suddenly cracks in half. i sprint but its to late i am already sliding back. As i side down i grab a net that has wooden barrels in it and i fly over bored clutching to the net. My M16A3 strapped to me so it wont go away. Going over bored i struggle and hold onto the barrels. At some point i black out after i see the ship goes under. When it comes to morning i am washed up on a beach the barrels arn’t there any more. I laid washed up head facing the sky. My red hair glistening against the sun. A cut to my side. My white t shirt mattered and the vest strapped to me. M16A3 across my chest dripping wet and my pants are slightly torn. I lay there and am unconscious. The island i washed up on is filled with natives that are shut off from the outside world and still use bows and spears. This island is surrounded with mystery and some unreal things. Well according to humans its unreal. You had to go on a hunting trip for your tribe. You had ran through the forest and wanted to hunt by the beach. You slid down the small hill and had stalked through the bushes. You had your bow and knife that was made of bone. You saw something shine out of the corner of your eyes. You turned to look and you saw it was a boy. I had woken up and had sat up looking around. I looked at my watch and frown then shake my arms and legs and looked around my surroundings.
Posted on: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 09:55:39 +0000
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