Apocalypse

*Okay that's fine. Just get check your spelling and make sure you chose the right words. Otherwise, all good so far, hippie_vampire.*

We're waiting on the others to post their firsts. If you want to remind someone in this storybook that it has started, then by all means; Go Ahead!

*Helloooo? I know this is a bump up, but just calling out for anyone who is in this SB to do their first post, otherwise, this will most likely die. ^^"*

Come on guys!

Has everyone forgotten?
Ahh I liked this story! *cries*

I haven't!
*waits*
Perhaps you should put that we need members in the title/subtitle, Light-Devil.

Are you still accepting members?

Okay, this is the last time I'm bumping this up. Okay? If no one else posts I'm going to continue and people can come into the story later. SO PEOPLE POST!

Yes Syte I do believe we are.

Light_Devil:
Shall we just proceed and have newcomers catch up? There's not too much to catch up on and really they can have their characters enter as one of the 16 at any time... Or do we have to have a certain amount of people do their first post before we make our second?

Hmmm, okay well, they can come in at any time. And okay, lets get everyone's next pot in line. I'll post the "waking up part" soon. ^^

Ringo


The first thing I became aware of was a smothering heat. I realised that people were lying ontop of me and fearing the worst I rolled them off to see if they were still alive. They were breathing and I thanked the gods of every religion.

Looking around the room I noticed that there were only 16 people including myself. Half of them younger than myself. I realised that the red lights had stopped flashing. Then something hit me. There weren't any other lights in this dome.

That could only mean one thing. I could see in the dark. Ignoring this new ability, I stared around at the dome. I managed my way back to the key pad and typed in the numbers and spaces I knew.

With a moan the sliding metal doors cracked open about half a metre. I gazed out. Huge rocks sat on the outside and then my eyes rested on the sight of the thing I dread.

The tour guide's body. Bile rose in my throat as I pulled off my jacket and threw it over his body. I edged my way out of the door gap and took a better looking of my srroudings. Every ten metres or so, there were large indentations in the ground. Round in shape and a couple of hundred metres deep.

I navigated my way towards on and gazed down. There in the middle was a burning rock. It was already crumbling into dust as if this atmosphere could not hold its structure. The tour guide's body drew my gaze again.

It wouldn't be a wonderful burial, but it would be decent. Slowly I walked over to his body and began to roll the rotting corpse that was full of small little holes, singed hairless and a little bit still on fire towards the hole.

A voice inside the dome stopped my actions, "What are you doing?"

I looked at the person, but couldn't see their face because of the shadow that the dome cast.

Something gripped my ankle and I stared down in horror as my jacket fell off the tour guides body. His eyes were open, his mouth gaped and drool was seeping down his chin. And his hand, that was half broken, burnt and full of holes was holding onto my ankle. My eyes widened momentarily before I reacted.

I kicked out randomly and got his jaw, slightly caught unaware he let go and fell back into the hundred metre hole. My heart was pumping blood around my body so fast that I was scared that it would explode through over exertion.

The person's inside reaction was a little slow, the person screamed. People came rushing out of the dome.

I shall revive this. Apocalypse stories always catch my interest.

Join anybody, this story sounds interesting.

Aspiring- You need to PM a mod (dark green name) in order to get storybooks in the Archive moved to the storybook forum proper. Even then, I think it needs to be Light_Devil who sends the PM, since she created the storybook.

Oh, well Light_Devil recently became Light_Devil!. She lost access to this account so I guess reviving is out of the question.