End of the world (Post apocalyptic story)

[Buho]

-"I don't know what kind of weapons will be used in the third world war, assuming there will be a third world war. But I can tell you what the fourth world war will be fought with, stone clubs"-
"That is what Albert Einstein said once, and he was not mistaken...For reasons I prefer to ignore the world went to hell when several countries got involved in a nuclear war...
Five years have passed since then, now the world is in ruins, the cities are covered by plants, I would dare to say the radiation doesn't affect us humans but makes the plants grow faster.
The animals run wild through the streets and we humans...well...we are bussy fighting each other for food and shelter...Millions had died because of the war, the survivors formed small groups to survive but they do not want to share...so we have not kill not only animals to survive...we also have to kill people..."

Eri finished writting on her old diary. she had no ink so she had to write using a feather and blood from a boar, once she closed the diary she stood up and picked up her katana, a katana she took from a dead man a few days ago, previosuly to that she had only a combat knife.
She looked at the rest of the group, everyone bussy doing something, so she decided to take a bath in the river they wer camping next to, without thinking it twice she got completly naked and jumped into the river, leaving her clothes and sword on a rock in the shore.

Eri, 18 years old

 

[DandyZander]

The large splash startled a nearby traveler, wondering what kind of foe he would face. He raised his rifle, aiming toward the lingering echo. After the sound subsided, he could hear the chatter of what seemed to be a gathering.
(Maybe a merchant band... I could use some more bullets...)
He sheathed his rifle behind his back, and quietly walked around a crumbled building. Occasionally, he would halt abruptly in response to a nearby noise. Slowly, he inched his helmet-clad head out from behind the building.
He thought about maybe alerting them to his presence... without the chance of getting his head shot off.
*CLANK*
(SHIT!)
The man recoiled behind the crumbled building. (The fuck was that?)

 

[patbateman]

Out in the distance, there was a T-800 terminator model lurking about

Mission Objectives: Eliminate the target Eri: leader of the new human resistance.
-Terminate any life form

He was ruthless and could not be reasoned with. He was about a 5 miles away from the river, but he kept walking with his mossberg shotgun ready to eliminate the target.

 

[Squishypink]

Riding on top of the T-800 was Steve, who clung to its head and grinned like a maniac.

"Onward, mighty steed!" Steve cried, brandishing his broadsword and directing the terminator forward. Steve was very happy to be here today, because he got to ride the terminator. Like the machine, Steve also could not be reasoned with. Steve had the weirdest boner. STEVE. Steve then threw a duck at a guy, because quack.


Edit: Steve couldn't figure out why the T-800 was just standing there idling and doing fuck all while there was so much Steve-related mayhem to be had. Steve Steved as hard as Steve could Steve, and ended up pooping by accident. Steve hoped the T-800 had no sense of smell, because now that it was covered in poop, it was likely going to be mad at Steve. STEVE.


Edit again: Fukken STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVE!!! Steve mostly just had a problem with the T-800 because this was not a fucking Terminator RP in the first place. So Steve continued rubbing his junk all over the back of the unresponsive terminator's head, because that's what Steve does when Steve is happy. STEVE.

Yet another edit: Steve had had enough. Steve was tired of these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane. Steve assumed his final form and engaged MAXIMUM OVERSTEVE. It was very impressive, even to Steve.