M13: Kenneth Danielson start: The first thing he noticed was the heat. A rural Canadian, heat of this level was scorching. He could almost feel his skin turning red as his closed eyes were pounded with bright light. One eye flickered open, then shut almost instantly at the massive, blinding glare. ...

((Got a death due. Don't want to hold it up any longer)) Okay, gotta crawl out of here. Door over there. Just crawl behind the bar and-- Suddenly, Ken became aware of a faint wetness on the back of his shirt. As he reached his arm back to feel at it, he felt like he was moving underwater. Trying to ...

((Post order has died a terrible death)) Ken was tired. He had just walked what felt like miles through the sweltering desert, trudging down hot sand and dead grass into this oven of an old building, and had been greeted with guns and dynamite. It was a rough day, to put it plainly. As the hellos co...

Ken's head swiveled at the sound of banging and painful yelping coming from behind him; somehow, the bad drawl ending in a cry of pain made him realize on some subconscious level that he didn't need to be afraid of whoever was walking in. Both were shorter than him, a black girl and a....... Is that...

Ken scrunched his face slightly. "Errrr, maybe. I mean, you two look familiar and all." Ken honestly didn't pay much attention around school; content to stay by himself, he mostly just glided on through. He liked it that way. He placed his canteen on the table and coughed once. His throat ...

Ken took on a look of palpable relief as he dropped his arms and placed his bag on a nearby chair, removing his canteen. As his vision began to adjust more to the light, he vaguely recognized the pair. Nothing concrete, though; they were more of those people you saw on the other side of a classroom ...

Ken paused not far from the doors, hearing nothing. He could have sworn there was some sort of muffled noise, but he didn't have a clue what it could be or if he was just hearing things. Figuring he'd be dead anyway if they wanted him dead, he began to slowly turn around and keep his hands held out ...

Ken froze as soon as he heard the slightly muffled voice calling from inside the saloon. Dammit, he thought it was empty....... He had no clue what was behind him in the dark, musty depths of the old bar. For all he knew, there were five rifles all pointed at his back.........or someone was bluffing...

((Kenneth Danielson continued from Wait we do WHAT?! )) With his earplugs snugly tucked into his ears, Ken was dull to the world. The walk to the center of town was a short one, but other than the concentration of buildings there was not a single difference from the outskirts that he had rested in. ...

((Kenneth Danielson continued from Ain't Hotter Than Hell, But Just as Bad )) It was lonely. As Ken walked down the dusty street, he heard little but the light flutter of foliage blowing in the breeze. The sun beat down on the empty town, baking the sand to a hard crust and leaving him soaked in swe...

Pain. Matt Gourlay's world was pain. His nose was burning. His shoulder was burning. His lungs were burning. His ears were ringing and his vision was black. Broken nose. Lead bullet in the shoulder. Exhaustion. Loud noises. Muzzle flash in a dark room. All of this combined to make Matt's existence a...

There was a noise from the other end of the warehouse. It was rough, like something being slid along concrete. It was a huge door opening. Matt stumbled backward, catching himself on the pockmarked crate again. Panic etched his features, but within seconds was replaced with a pleased, almost psychot...

Matthew Gourlay must have been the luckiest kid in the world. BAM BAM Before he knew it, two massive bullets were flying right toward him. Despite waiting for the inevitable burning pain and sudden darkness of death. It would be just like the movies; blood splashes on the crate behind him, everythin...

A third bright light appeared in Matt's eyes within the span of about a minute and a half. This one was constant, one that made him hold up his hand and shield his vision from the harsh glare. "I know the Program's no fun, but it's not a pissing contest dude." Something about this boy made...

Matt stared at the bread. One loaf of bread. That's it. How the FUCK had she managed to do that? Matt was the king. He was the alpha male. He had a massive gun and the will to kill every son of a bitch in his way. How was this little girl with a piece of metal on a stick able to rob him blind? Becau...