Rev239

I'd find my self day to day Disappointed at my self. I'd say The most depressing things that no one would condone. I'd get up when the sun would shine, To others this would be divine, Yet I feel depressed and definit'ly alone. I'd walk down streets, my head hanging In the afternoon, I can't stop waiting For this day to end, but it would never come. I'd, in evening time, let a sigh Escape my mouth and to the sky, My life was better due to the news…some… I'd lay down on my spring bed, But my mind was set on dread, The day would come, my life again in scorn. But then a thought brought that to rest I fin'lly saw why I wa

My pencil moves across the paper And my mind begins to think. My hand flows as my ideas form All while my eyes blink. As I think of what to write I start to draw a blank. My pencil slips out from my hand, My heart begins to sink. The clock passes from one to two I stare at a half-blank page. I race ahead, stressed for time A poem trapped inside a cage. My creativity leaves From my body all at once. The lack of imagination I feel like such a dunce. The paper lacks poetic beauty The poem under lock. I now know I will never finish With My Writer's Block.

You enter the outpost, bloody and beaten, your face painted with the look of defeat. You've tried everything to find it; Looting, Looking, Searching, all in de-motivating failure. The backpack on your shoulder rattles with your items as you walk again through the marketplace in desperate hope. Merchants hound your every step, begging you to buy their wares as you walk from stall to stall. After hours of walking, you hang your head in disappointment, knowing that another attempt to find it has led to utter failure. Kicking the dirt at your feet, you turn around to head back to your home. Walking again through the crowded streets, you look at

The outbreak of the N4 virus hit the world with extraordinary force. The US military was no match for the hordes of infected their stomachs hungry for human flesh. Scattered civilians fought for survival day after day against impossible odds, scavenging dangerous buildings and streets for supplies. There was no safe place; no bastion of life in the undead world, where a modecome of society lived on...Until Nastyas came. Nastyas. A shining beacon in this god-forsaken wasteland. A place away from the horrors of the rotting zombies and the burning buildings, where people traded and rested. A small corner of the world where someone could get awa

You enter the city, torn a beaten, after a loot run. Dropping the backpack to the floor, you rummage through the mostly empty compartments, seeing all of the treasure this last run brought. All of those horrible trips into the god-forsaken inner city are about to play off as you walk valiantly into the marketplace. "You again, I thought I told you to beat it until you have a good trade…" a gruff man responds to your sight. Ignoring his greeting, you empty the contents from your bag onto the stall table, ready to get what you came for. As you gaze at your soon-to-be prize, an annoyed voice pierces the silence, uttering the heart-breaking

The outbreak of the N4 virus was a disaster. World-wide, panic was festering through the entire populace as the infected destroyed anyone and anything they touched. The United States Military, in an extreme effort to contain the epidemic, laid waste to thousands of cities. We were assigned to a city named "Fairview", our goal being to eliminate the life in the area…All of it. However, after 3 days of entering the city, we had lost contact with the rest of the Regiments, all disappearing into the belly of the ghouls. After 5 days of searching, we came to a place known as "Nastay's Outpost", the last bastion of hope left in this god forsa

I dived into cover just in time to see a bullet hit the sand behind me. From the corner of my eye, I could see a sniper off in the distance, aiming straight at our Lieutenant's forehead. Leveling my M1 Carbine, I pulled the trigger just as a shot was heard. As I flipped around, our Squad Leader lay limp in the warm desert sun. This memory ran through my head as we all gathered around the coffin. A few of our men and the man's wife were crying a little at the end as we made our passes, taking our last look at a dear friend. Taps played in the background as they lowered the coffin into its eternal resting place, invoking memories of good times

A lone group of ravaged soldiers stand over the coffin of their general, his body lying limp in the casket. Tears flowed from all of their faces as Taps was played in the background, the melody provoking memories of great times and bad. As the ceremony ended, the group talked about what they would do now that there leader had fallen. Ruin Tribute, along with cameron94, came up with a daring plan. The decision they made would change the world forever. The remnants of the squad left leaderless in this god forsaken wasteland tried desperately to live 'till tomorrow. Strength and knowledge leading their every step, they have made their stake in

The world around us is full of man-made technology, their numbers unimaginable. We have tools, electronics, cars, trains, and so many more things that enhance our daily lives. These things eased burdens on humans to a great extent...But as we evolved, we needed more and more to function. In the year 2012, scientists with the U.S. Government needed the ultimate solution to the ever-needing technological addiction... Thus, Project Evolution was born. Around the world, scientists were meeting in secret at selected labs hidden to all but the highest scientists and politicians. These bases were testing something that would make all technology obs