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Turtle Poker
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(Lol at title. Seeing as it was used as the theme for the new Dawn of the Dead, seemed like it'd work, eh?)
(Also, seeing as you provided your own backstory for the day, I'll keep the intro here shorter and jump right in)
Alot had happened since Gerran had left his family. His quest to stay out of danger had been cut short when a wave of monsters had swarmed over the block he was on. He hadn't even had a chance to fully think up a plan when the first screaming citizens had come bolting down side streets away from the monsters. In his panic, one man had run right into Gerran, knocking him down where he hit his head on the hard concrete of the sidewalk. When he tried to get back up a second man tripped over him and both went tumbling back down.
Gerran was nearly knocked out cold, it hurt to open his eyes, but he could still hear. He felt someone check his pulse, then they dragged him a short ways, then a door slammed. Some excited yelling from two or three people, though in this state Gerran could not make sense of it, then the door opened again and more running footsteps. This was followed almost right away by a very loud roar and shaking sensation. It was hard to tell how much of this was what was going on and how much of this was from head trauma. Suddenly, it stopped, and all was quiet.
Slowly Gerran regained the strength to open his eyes and sit up, though there was no telling how much time had passed. He was alone in a hallway of a small urban home, the type built into a larger structure of such homes. The paintings were off the walls and he could see down the hall in the kitchen there was a large mess. All the other doors were shut, including the one he was right next to, which seemed to lead outside, judging from the strange red-orange glow from a small window near the top. He still ahd his gear with him, and besides the headache he now had, seemed okay for the most part.
(Also, seeing as you provided your own backstory for the day, I'll keep the intro here shorter and jump right in)
Alot had happened since Gerran had left his family. His quest to stay out of danger had been cut short when a wave of monsters had swarmed over the block he was on. He hadn't even had a chance to fully think up a plan when the first screaming citizens had come bolting down side streets away from the monsters. In his panic, one man had run right into Gerran, knocking him down where he hit his head on the hard concrete of the sidewalk. When he tried to get back up a second man tripped over him and both went tumbling back down.
Gerran was nearly knocked out cold, it hurt to open his eyes, but he could still hear. He felt someone check his pulse, then they dragged him a short ways, then a door slammed. Some excited yelling from two or three people, though in this state Gerran could not make sense of it, then the door opened again and more running footsteps. This was followed almost right away by a very loud roar and shaking sensation. It was hard to tell how much of this was what was going on and how much of this was from head trauma. Suddenly, it stopped, and all was quiet.
Slowly Gerran regained the strength to open his eyes and sit up, though there was no telling how much time had passed. He was alone in a hallway of a small urban home, the type built into a larger structure of such homes. The paintings were off the walls and he could see down the hall in the kitchen there was a large mess. All the other doors were shut, including the one he was right next to, which seemed to lead outside, judging from the strange red-orange glow from a small window near the top. He still ahd his gear with him, and besides the headache he now had, seemed okay for the most part.