Young Writers Society

It's the year 2154 and your lucky that your still alive.

PLOT: The rest of the earth has gone to ruins but you somehow has managed to survive. Some area's were destroyed by hurricanes, while others burned down from the raging sun. Your goal is to survive. Some of people have escaped to the safe house but most die trying. The world has gone completely mad. Massive Storms break out often and the next moment you could be burning to death. The extreme weather often make people go crazy. The crazy's main goal is to attack and scare the hell out of you. They are a lot like zombies, but worse. Their skin is often a bright red and their flesh hang awkwardly off at weird places. Most won't be wearing clothing and their eyes are lifeless. Avoid the Crazy's at all costs.

SETTING: Washington, DC. Most of the building's have burn down, except for the White House, your goal is to get there.

WHAT YOU HAVE WITH YOU: Everyone still has a little something, and this is what they have.

-A small bag or backpack
-Battery's (use wisely, could be used for trade)
-A can of food
-Canteen
-Extra socks
-10 dollars or less.

RULES:

-All regular YWS rules apply
-No F-bombs but everything else if fine
-Don't killing off someone with out asking them first
-Please post at least once a week, That or don't join at all
-No Mary-sues, They are annoying and you obviously haven't heard the Hannah Montana song yet.

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Profile:
[b]Name (Just first is fine):[/b]
[b]Age (13-50):[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Appearance (Picture is preferred but you must write something):[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Brief History:[/b]
[b]Other:[/b]

MY CHARACTER:

Name: Mercury (Nickname, nobody know's his real name)

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: Light green eyes and brown hair. His hair is almost always pushed back from him running his hands though his hair. He is 5'11 and has a toned body.

Personality: He may look sweet but he has been hardened since the world turned mad. He is very athletic and super serious but knows how to still have a bit of fun. He is super stealth and knows a whole bunch about crazy's and how they work. Mercury is super sarcastic so don't always take him seriously.

Brief History: He lived in DC all his life. He was the youngest of 5 and he was the only boy in the family. His dad left his mom when he was young and Mercury never knew why. He grew up loving to take photos and he always had a camera around his neck. His mom was in Australia visiting her sister when the world turned upside down and Mercury hasn't seen her since. His sisters had either been in collage out of state or in Australia with his mom so he hasn't seen them either. He was at his collage dorm playing with his camera when it broke out so he instantly turned into the hardened version of Mercury.

Other: He is still very sensitive about His girlfriend that had turned into a Crazy so don't even bother trying to get with him. He had to kill her so its hard for him to talk about death.

OOOO~! OOO~! Male spot please!!! (Crazy's gonna kill some Crazies)

I want to join!!! It looks fun!! ;P

I definitely would like to join this!! < 3

Profile:

Name (Just first is fine): Danika

Age (13-50): 19

Gender: Female

Appearance (Picture is preferred but you must write something):I couldn't post a picture for some reason, my computer is being stupid at the moment. Danika has bright carmel eyes and dark blonde hair. She is 5'4 and sort of skinny.

Personality: Danika has a bubbly personality. She is friendly to all people, she hardly knows anyone who doesn't like her but some people don't. She tries not to let that get to her but she always has to know why when she finds out someone doesn't like her. When she is sad she starts crying really bad and rambling.

Brief History: She grew up the youngest of 3 and she normally got what she wanted. Her eldest brother was the one she was close to the most and he is only 22. She helped him pick out his new wife's wedding ring. After the storms and all the bad things happened her mother got turned into a crazy and her brother ended up having to kill her. His wife went missing and that made Danika's brother go crazy and he ended up killing himself. Danika is very upset and she has to find safety.

Other: She isn't looking for a relationship because she doesn't want to get close to anyone out of fear they or her might die or something terrible happen.

Name: Kat

Age:18

Gender: Female

Appearance: Kat has light brown hair that is wavy. Her eyes are dark brown, but look black. Her skin is very light and she is thin. She stands about 5'6 and has a bright smile.

Personality: She would rather keep to herself, but once that shell is gone, there is no going back. She does not like to talk to people, because she gets so nerves. Kat is a very shocking person. She gets mad when you push the wrong buttons. Kat also does not understand sarcasm, so you can make her upset. She is just a gullible person, which makes her very upset and gets her into some trouble.

Brief History: When Kat had a twin named Chris. He was he best friend and they were parts of a whole. He told her that everything will be okay. He promised her that he would always be with her and then her died. He was a crazy and her father killed him. She does not blame her dad, but she wishes it could be different. She now feels empty without her brother.
Other: She is up for love, but needs someone who can complete her more than Chris did.

Name): Emmett Samuel

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance:

A natural warm skin tone and tattoos covering parts of his chest and arms. Well toned and muscled, and very good looking. He has a devilish lopsided grin that can make the coldest woman blush and get all giddy like a middle school girl, and a deep rough voice that is similar to Sam Worthington (Avatar, Clash of the Titans). He has this strange intense look when he's serious or thinking seriously (don't get your hopes up) and he has a 5 o'clock shadow. For some reason, he is either wearing tank tops or no shirt at all.

Personality: Emmett is just as rebellious and daring as they come, with a bad habit of lady killing and the occasional cigarette. He won't take someone seriously until they beat him to the ground, which would obviously be a very hard thing to do. He's quick with an insult and joke, and does what he wants when he feels like it. He has a bad temper and acts before thinking, mostly in the process melting the hearts of girlfriends everywhere. He doesn't intentionally make girls fall in love with him; actually, he'd prefer it if they didn't. He's in it for the flirting and the hot moments, not for the restriction of a relationship.
When something or someone catches his attention, he would lean toward them and give them this intense look with utmost attention. It normally catches people off guard and makes them a little nervous. Everything about Emmett is bold, fearless, and full of intensity, and he would be the one to act when everyone else is too busy twiddling their thumbs.

Brief History: He was born in Arizona with by a single teen mom. She was one-forth Hispanic, and his father was Caucasian. His mother was the oldest in his grandparent's family, freshly turned sixteen, and his mother had four younger siblings with one more already on the way. His mother's prideful parents were enraged by the pregnancy, but still allowed Emmett and his mother to live with them. His father disappeared after hearing about the baby.
He grew up with crime on the streets and a home school education, and became very fluent in Spanish and English. His mother worked hard at a local diner to try to keep him out of trouble, but soon enough it became inevitable. He started becoming a delinquent and leaving home for weeks at a time to come home bruised and bloodied, but always with an exited grin on his face. He started gaining tattoos and muscles seemingly overnight, and despite what his family said he continued this way until they finally kicked him out of the house. Not having any money and homeless, he drove his motorbike to the nearest city to look for jobs. He bounced from here to there, wandering north east until he landed a little south of D.C. He got a job as a cook at a burger joint, and lived in the empty room in the way back until the first Crazies started showing their faces. As the world underwent its first wave of madness Emmett took the owner's fancy new rifle and bullets and fled in search of a safer place.

Other: He still has the fancy rifle and bullets.

Profile:Misteria Faucheux
Name (Just first is fine):Misty
Age (13-50):17
Gender:female
Appearance (Picture is preferred but you must write something):tall and toned bleach blond hair golden eyes scar on her left arm from an accident gator hunting with her dad
Personality:Southern to the core. She is independent and knows how to take care of herself and others. She is determined and stubborn. Don't let her good looks fool you she is a far fit from any blond jokes. So tough, smart, hardheaded, southern, and independent, yup that's Misty!
Brief History: She is from the bayous of Louisiana where her daddy raised her. Her mother died in a Gator accident when Misty was 5. After her mothers death Misty became the shooter for their family business of two, gator hunting, so you better believe she can take out a crazy! She was up around DC on a Senior trip when all the chaos struck.
Other: Misty is extremely hopeful that her father is still sane (or at least as crazy as he was when she left him) she is open to a relationship because in her mind "what the hell YOLO couldn't be more accurate right about now!" but she is far from careless just doesn't want to stop living because the whole world is dying.

Okay thanks guys, everyone please enter their character into the slots and We will be able to start by this weekend.

Hey, would love to join. I have already done a character profile. Do I have to do one on here?
Anyway, it looks great so I want to join.
My character is Leana (Lee for short) and is 17.

Mercury


Mercury stood on top of the ruined school and looked at the destroyed city in front of him. His hair whipped in the wind and he jumped down off of the 15 foot high debris pile. He started to jog towards the small neighborhood to his left. His canon EOS T3 bounced against his waist as he ran but he kept on going. He sat down once he came to a bench in a middle of what looked like to be a small park. He cleaned up his camera and squatted down to take a picture of a house that was missing half of its siding. His camera only took black and white photo's for some reason, the bad air could have messed it up. He got up to see a figure dashing into the woods. He followed it knowing that crazy's can't run that fast.

"Hey!" The figure yelled the tip of a rifle poking out of the darkness.

"Its okay,I'm not going to hurt you." Mercury said annoyance slightly showing in his voice. The gun slowly lowered and out came a girl with blond hair. Her shirt was ripped but she still looked to be in a pretty good condition.

"You sure your not gonna hurt me?" She said a bit of country accent peaking out. Mercury rolled his eyes and did a big nod to reassure her.

"I'm Mercury," He said running his hands through his hair.

"I'm Misty," She replied leaning against a tree. "So we gonna be partners now?"

"Yeah I guess, you could say that." Mercury replied. He pulled out a pistol and twirled it in his fingers.

"Why do you have that fancy ol' camera with you?" Misty asked nodding her head towards Mercury's waist.

"Why not?" He replied smirking. "Follow me, I have a safe place for us to stay."

"Alright, but if you pull any funny business," Misty said drawing a line across her neck with her finger. "BAM! Your gone."

Mercury smirked. "I promise, now hurry up so the crazy's don't come out before we get there."

They started to run, Mercury leading the way, towards the school again. He stopped once they got inside the non-destroyed part. "He we go!"

Mercury sat on a ripped blanket and scooted over for Misty. He put his gun into his back pocket and started going though his pictures that he took that day.

"Mercury," Misty said fear in her voice. He looked up at her to see her pointing at a dark raincloud overhead.

"Damn it! Misty follow me." Mercury said jumping to his feet. He could see the crazy's limping for shelter in the distance. Misty wasn't moving so Mercury swung her under his arm and ran towards the safety pit he made. He put her down after he jumped inside and closed the top.

"What the hell was that?" She screamed brushing her self off.

"Well you weren't moving so I had to do something." Mercury said lighting a candle. She put down her backpack and sighed.

They were sitting in a 10 foot hole that mercury built one day out of complete boredom. It served now as his weather shelter and he used it at least once a day. The weather roared above them, but the trashcan lid that he had melted into the ground kept them safe. The hole wasn't very wide because he rarely had human visitors, so Misty had to sit pretty much on his lap. He sighed and sorted through his pictures again and put his camera down.

"Mercury?" Misty asked after about 30 minutes of complete silence.

"What." He said snapping up because he was only half awake at the moment.

"Sorry just making sure you weren't dead." Misty said relaxing again.

Mercury slept completely still and never moved. He was a very deep sleeper and it did look like he was dead when he slept. He shrugged and fell into his lazy state again, this time actually falling asleep.

Emmett Samuel

The black motorcycle below him roared like a thunderous monster, howling down the broken road in a demonic glory as the rotted crazies meandered after it, tripping over themselves as they tried to chase after the swift bike. Emmett, poised casually on his motorcycle, whistled along to a tune in his head. As a crazy walked next to the path of the bike Emmett took out the rifle that had made home in the strap to his back and held it loosely in his left hand, waiting. As the crazy came next to him Emmett swung, the butt of the rifle knocking the crazy's head in a loud crack and sending him flying to the ground, Emmett's whistling tune spiking into a high note when the rifle connected. He did this once, twice, three times before there was a pause in the crazies at range, and he casually put the rifle back in its place.

He had no idea how this had happened, but Emmett was not a man to ponder and speculate things. If someone was to ask him what he thought about the end of the world, he would have said that one of the government's many tests had gone haywire and in a pathetic attempt to fix it they bombed their own country, killing more survivors than infected. But that didn't matter. He was here, right now, and he had to focus on that if he wished to live another day.

Emmett slowed as he caught sight of something. It was a girl, very much younger than him, her eyes wide and scared as she peered out of an alley between two buildings. Emmett quickly glanced around, looking for someone else with the little girl. As he looked back to the girl an older one, possibly a sibling, grabbed the child and made a move to bring her deeper in the alley while glancing suspiciously at him.

"Hey, you." He said, whistling to catch their attention again. The older one tentatively stepped to the mouth of the alley, holding the little one protectively behind her. "You two alone?" he asked.

After a pause the girl nodded. "Need a ride?" he asked, cocking a smile. The last thing he needed was a little girl's blood on his hands, even if he didn't really kill the girl he would still know that he could have done something to help. It was living with kids throughout his life that had made him like that, a begrudging protectiveness of the little snot monsters that made him weak. After a pursing of the lips and a sigh, the older one carefully led the way to where he idled on the broken pavement. When the low light hit her he saw her long carrot colored hair and the fresh clothes that she wore, only slightly ruffled and dirtied but was worth much more than he had ever touched. She was a rich girl, a very rich one.

When they walked up to the bike he patted the space behind him, cocking another one of his smiles at her. She got on and Emmett smiled at the younger one, holding out his hand and swinging her up onto his lap when she took it. She squealed and put her hands on the handles, and after getting her safely situated in his lap he turned his head to the older one.

"Your'e going to have to hold on to my waist if you don't plan on falling off and being a nice snack for those things." He said, cocking his eyebrow at her and motioning with his head behind her, where off in the distance a moan echoed down the street. She begrudgingly wrapped her arms around him and Emmett turned back around, rapping on the throttle and speeding off with a roar.

After a moment of silence where only the growl of the engine filled it he asked, "So what should I call you two?"

Again with the pausing, and she said, "I'm Isabelle, and my sister's Olivia."

"Call me Emmett - pleased to meet cha."

Misty

Misty rest her head against Mercury's shoulder wishing she could slip into a slumber as deep as his. She hadn't slept in days and the effects where starting to take tole on her. Misty has never been one to freeze up when chaos strikes and it utterly baffled her that Mercury had carried her to safety! She glanced up at his handsome face kissed by the glow of the candle light. Why had someone so handsome even bothered becoming partners with her? What happens now? Questions constricted around her brain making sleep once again out of the question.

After 2 hours she closed her eyes and listened to the sounds echoing around her: a storm ragging, groans of Crazies, and the continuous thump of Mercury's heart beat. Burrowing her face into the crook of his neck and sighing she quiets her brain and drifts into an almost sleep until the bang above awakes both her and Mercury.

"What was that?" She questioned shaking off the almost sleep clouding her thoughts.

"I have no idea but I'm about to find out!" Mercury lifts her out of his lap and stands her up and begins to climb toward the exit. He pushed on the makeshift door and mumbles a curse at it pushing once again harder but it refuses to budge.

"Mercury?" Misty peers up at him her big golden eyes full of fear and confusion.

"Something fell on the door, we're trapped..." He looked down to see her slide against the dirt wall of their imprisonment and let a single tear role down her cheek.

"What now?" She ask.

Mercury


"What now?" Misty asked as Mercury pushed one last time on the entrance.

"I guess we wait till someone comes to get us or the wind blows away what ever is on top of us." The tornado's had become more frequent so they may be out of there in the next week or less.

Misty nodded as one more tear slid down her soft cheek. Mercury reached over to wipe it away and sat down next to her. He put a arm around her shoulders and she leaned into the crook of his neck.

"I'm scared,' Misty whispered. Mercury turned to face her.

"Me to, but we don;t ave enough time to be scared, we're gonna be okay." Mercury said reaching into his pack. He pulled out a large canteen of water and took a sip. Mercury handed it to Misty as she drunk it slowly. It was half full when he got it back so it put it away for later.

"Can I see your camera?" Misty asked reaching towards the object sitting next to Mercury.

He nodded and Misty picked it up happily. She looked at it and was soon sorting though the pictures.

"Smile," She said only giving Mercury about half a second to realize she was going to take a picture. The flash was destroyed too so the only light she had was the candle. Misty handed back the camera and Mercury looked at the picture she had taken. He hadn't seen what he looked like in almost 3 months so he was surprised to see how much he had changed. His face was sharper and his freckles had left but he still couldn't recognize him self.

"Want me to take a picture of you?" He asked as Misty looked over his shoulder. She nodded as she scooted away from him so he could get a better angle. He snapped the picture and handed it to her. She had the exact reaction to herself that Mercury did.

"I don't look like me," Misty said putting the camera down. He nodded in agreement and pulled her into his lap so she would be more conferrable.

Misty sighed and slowly started to relax.

"Misty, go to sleep." Mercury said as she struggled to stay awake.

"I haven't been able to in days," She replied sounding annoyed.

"I promise nothing bad will happen, and something attacks, it will be dead before you open your eyes." Mercury replied leaning into the wall more.

Misty nodded and finally relaxed completely and slowly fell asleep. Mercury sorted though his stuff and looked for anything that could open the door. Nothing. He sighed and wrapped his arms around misty because she kept slipping down his lap. Mercury closed his eyes and waited for something to happen.

Misty

She could feel his warm arms around her and see his handsome face but they were sitting in an empty void of darkness. The walls of the shelter had melted away leaving nothing but black.

Mercury leaned into her stroking a strand of hair away from her face, craning toward her lips. She closed her eyes embracing his full hungry kiss pulling him into her. Wanting more. Needing more.

She heard a groan and opened her eyes seeing the bloodshot eyes of a crazy glaring back at her. She tried to pull free but the monster was to strong. His teeth broke through skin with a snap, sinking into the flesh of her neck.

Misty awoke in a cold sweat. Her heart thudding so loud she was shocked Mercury was still asleep. The dream-turned-nightmare still clung to her cool damp skin as she pressed her fingers against her neck. All her parts seemed bite free even though she had a serious crick in her neck. It amazed her how the real world affects her dreams: the warmth of Mercury's body, the pain in her neck, and the groan.

Wait... groans? She listened again, still baffled by the nightmare. There was a loud chill enticing groan overhead. It wasn't a crazy, more like the groaning of wood. She glanced and the handsome young man holding her and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. "Wake up sleepy head I think I hear something."

Danika Smith

This world was turning into hell. I felt so lost without my family. I sighed and hid out where I had been for the past few weeks. This bag I had wasn't going to last forever. I missed my family but I just couldn't kill myself.

I seen a guy and two other people on a motorcycle. I stopped them. "Hey please stop!!!!" I scream. I'm so happy that they had seen me and stopped. "Are you okay lady?" the guy asked. I shook my head no. I was starving and alone. "I need to be with other people, I just cant handle it alone." I say. I might have sounded stupid but whatever.

"There really isn't room on this motorcycle." he said. I frowned and almost began to cry, but I didn't. "Uhm, okay then. Bye." I say in a sad tone. He frowned but still left.

"Back alone.." I say to myself. "SOMEONE SAVE ME!!!" I yell.