What's left?

What's left?

Okay, I'm tired of seeing the word OP on peoples OC's. You wanna see OTT and OP? Here you go. In a post apocalyptic word, after a devastating nuclear war. People are left to themselves or at the mercy of others. Some are good alone, some are good as a team. After a legendary city is uncovered. Many want to get there, or just take it. To try to get there is a death wish. So some old friends get together, they make their own way the city, along the roads...Of death.

published on July 12, 201513 reads 4 readers 0 not completed
Chapter 1.

Calling some old friends

In the waste land of the desert, a car parked up on the side of the road. A man got out, he was well built and had a massive greatsword on his back. He reached back into the car and took out a shotgun with 5 barrels. He walked around to the boot of his car and opened it. Another man was in the back, with tied up hands. the large man grabbed the one in the boot and threw him out. "Walk...Or run" The large man said aiming his shotgun at him. The tied up man ran away quickly. The large man fired off a blast from his shotgun, it connected with the other man. It sent him off his feet and ripped his back apart leaving nothing but his insides to be seen. "Hmm" The man put his shotgun on the boot and lent against his car, taking out his phone..."JC it's Tristan"

"Hmmm? Oh hey Trist...Hang on" Another man; JC, was on a sandy hill with his scythe in hand and blood red hair. He put the cell phone on the floor. He flicked a switch on it and it started to fold and thicken, it slowly made it itself into a bulky rifle. The blade of the scythe folded over the top and became like a scope. He aimed at a large truck stopped on a road, with four people around it. "Bye...Bye" He pulled the trigger and held it down . A laser would build up at the barrel. He let go and...A large laser came from it, going all the way to the truck. It hit the side of the truck and in exploded on impacted, sending the guys around it flying. "Okay what's up buddy?" JC said into his cell after picking it up off the floor.
"Look, I know I pissed you off but...We need to get together with the girls. We can't run from...Him, forever" Tristan told him.
"As much as you're right...One: I ride alone now. Two: The girls are a team now, they don't want or need us" JC got on his motorcycle.
"No, you don't want them to see you!" Tristan sighed. "You're still mad at Jackie aren't you?"
"Jackie! She is the least of my worries right now. It's my sister I don't want to see!" JC put the keys to his bike in his bike and turned it on.
"Stop being an asshole about it!" Tristan got into car and turn in on.
"I'm not! Jackie and I broke up with me and my SISTER took her side" JC sighed. "Fine, call them. Where?"
"Where we last saw each other" Tristan smiled and hung up and called someone else.

A car with a mounted mini-gun on the top with a see through dome on top. A girl with light blue hair was sat there holding the triggers of the gun. Inside the car there was two the girls. One had brown hair, with sea blue streaks and golden tints at the bottom, she was at the wheel. The other, just had simple dark brown hair. The one with the sea blue streaks phone went off, she picked it up with one hand and left the other on the wheel. "Hello?" She said.
"Jackie? It's Tristan" Tristan said driving down the road himself.
"Argh, what?" Jackie groaned.
"Hey! Listen. He and JC are meeting up, we want you lot to come too" He told her.
"You kidding me? Him? Think saying that was ganna make it any better?" She snapped.
"Put it behind you! We can't keep running! Meet where we all last saw each other, or don't come at all!" Tristan hung up and kept driving.
The girls all exchanged a look and just smiled at one another "Fine we're going" Jackie said and floored.
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