The Monster Inside ***An apocalyptic thriller RP***

Is this a good idea?

  • Yes, you should make some more of these types of thriller RPs!!!

  • Yeah, I guess it's kinda cool, but a little scary for my taste.

  • Nah, too freaky. *bundles in blanket to ward off bad guys*

  • Yes, I think it's a cool idea, but I would prefer if you made other types of RPs.


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Sarah crept through her home grabbing a torch, the dark streets were cold and abandoned. Nobody was outside any more, and they were running out of food. Not one person dared leave their house for death was a lurking shadow that would pounce if they left, she heard loud footsteps and could almost smell the blood of the person who had just been slaughtered. Those poor people Sarah thought, it wasn’t like she actually cared or knew them but she wished she could go back to the way things were before. She froze, the footsteps had stopped outside her door. The doorknob rattled and the locks held steady. She felt the fear chill her to the bone, they were outside and sooner or later they’d get in, she knew it
 
Malachi stood facing his front door, contemplating whether he should make an attempt to leave the apartment complex. A pair of brass knuckles nestled in his palms, his only real weapons he found in his apartment aside from some dull knives. He had heard the commotion, panic through the thin walls of his apartment. Some people had fled before the monsters arrived, but why didn’t he leave as well? He thought it was nonsense at first, but he started to get the voice in his head, the one that had to do with the ‘monster’ being.

Do you plan on dying?

I’m not gonna die out there.. no matter what, I have my weapons.

They won’t help you, but I can help you survive out there. I can help you fight them.. just let me-

Malachi lowered his head, “Shut up, shut up shut up..” he repeated over and over, suddenly opening his front door and sliding the brass knuckles on in preparation for what awaited him outside. He had a backpack slung over his shoulders, filled with some whatever essential supplies he found in his apartment. I just have to get to my car.. He looked up and down the halls, the lights flickered eerily, and it was trashed more than usual, screams and yells traveled in from the other floors.
 

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