Escape (Very Open)

gagonthis

I'm old school like that.
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He stumbled and fell to the ground, cursing his poor footing. The injury to his leg wasn’t making matters any easier. He had to get up. Get up and run his mind screamed. They’d be on him soon if he didn’t. With a heavy groan he rose, hands searching for the weapon at his side, cursing loudly when he realized it had been lost in the chaos of his flight.

Again he began to run, the wind howling like a demon at his back, urging him onward, the cold biting deep into his bones. He felt his body weakening, knew he wouldn’t last much longer out in these conditions, but also knew that to stop running would be suicide. He had to escape. Each step sent fire through his injured leg but on he ran, glancing behind for any sign of pursuit. Maybe he had slipped them, maybe he was truly free. Maybe…. But he couldn’t afford to rest. Despite his body’s protests he kept on running…

OOC: Wanted to try something like this. I have no plot set for this story, no ideas when or where it takes place. I wanted to invite others to join me and take the story wherever they wanted it to go. I have left the time period vague specifically so others could do whatever they felt they wanted. I'm not sure whether my character is a hero or a villian, so come and help me craft this tale from the ground up :D
 
"HERE!" JAmes cired holding a broken shovel over his head. "OVer here! Hurry." He stood in the open doorway of a cellar. The ruins of New York lay all around. Broken bricks and shattered glass littered the ground. Everything was ruined since it happened.

The government said it was the greatest technilogical advancment since the discovery of the A-Bomb. They were right in a way. The destruction this brought upon the world was a million times stronger than any Atom bomb ever built.

Millions have died...since....since the opening of the gateway.

The Gateway to hell!

Behind the man roars and snarls from the demons on his tail could be heard. "Come on Goddamn it!" James cried.
 
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