I am sitting in a hole, a damp, dirty hole. It's most likely filled with crap, but it's comfy enough to stay in. It's not like I have a reason to stay clean anymore. I look up to the top, listening to the voices above. They are looking for me, but they won't find me, they're too stupid. They're all just mindless savages following Sergi's moronic orders. If they DO find me, I'm dead, no doubt about it. Why do they want me dead? I dunno, you tell me. I close my eyes to sleep, I need all of my energy for tomorrow.
By the way, this is basically a back story for Nikolai Yorsk in the "Let's stick together, we might just make it." RP.
It's morning now. I can't hear the voices... Maybe they're gone... Maybe I should check... No, no, too risky! ... Screw it, I'm going up. ... Damn, this incline is slippery... I've fallen about five times now... Whatever, keep trying, Niko, you'll make it. You're my favorite person, me... ... Finally, I'm up. Looks like Sergi's boys left. Good. I've got my rifle, my knife, and my ammo. Time to get going, New Austin's still a pretty long walk.
I'm on a highway now. Cars are just... Everywhere. It's frikken insane. I'm honestly starting to feel... Alone ________ Nikolai sighed and closed his journal, then put in away. He had been walking for two days straight to get where he is. If he played his cards right, he'd be in New Austin soon enough. He smiled at the thought of safety. He often looked into the cars to see if there were any goodies in there for him, like gum or a new shirt. Usually, he found nothing, but when he did, it was a good day. He looked towards the cloudy sky. Something just felt... Off.
"It's been a few days on the highway. I've found some gum and some ammo. Of course, it's not repeater cartridges, so it doesn't help much right now. I think there's a town close by. I might be able to sleep somewhere other than in a car tonight." ________ Niko closed the journal again with a smile, then put it away. That little book had become his best friend through this hell, and he loved checking up on his friend. He continued walking, looking through the cars as usual.
"I'm in a tiny town called... Littleton, I think. It's nice and unraided. There's food everywhere and, lucky for me, am antique gun store. I guess that's what this place was know for, because that place was PACKED with antique weapons and ammo. I'm sticking with my Pa's old repeater, of course, but I did grab plenty of ammo. Hell, I even found a trench coat. This thing will keep me warm at night, hopefully." ________ Nik sat there and just looked over what he wrote for a bit, then close the journal and laid down to sleep. He was in the second story of a house. There was a bed and a even a generator. He got to see a lamp turn on for the first time in months. It's the simple things that keep a man going.
"I was gonna leave town... But they're here. Breaking into houses and such. It's horrifying to think, 'When are they gonna get here? Well, I took the liberty of taking all the furniture in my room and putting it up against the door. If they try and get in, well, they won't."
"They're gone, I'm safe. The only problem is that I have no idea how to move this furniture from the door without crushing myself. Oh well, time to get to work."
"I'm back on the highway. It took me two hours to get that furniture out of the way. Oh well, I'm safe." ___________ Nik closed the book yet again and walked with it. He was starting to miss human interaction again, and his own words were the only thing keeping him sane. If only he could find just one person that didn't wanna kill him.