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Although I agree with you Hugz, not everyone takes time to put in detail to a subject, disappointing it may be, but some people just want to state their characters actions instead of in depth details revolving around how a large bulky man evaded several shots.
The slavers eyes land on the barrel of the gun, it's black circular chamber led to the bullet that was propelled at the smash of the hammer. Fire erupts from the barrel as the bullet exits from the barrel. Soaring through the air, spiraling, faster than imaginable; it strikes the mans chest. Taken aback by the impact of the bullet, the man stumbles slightly, feeling the bullet enter & exit impossibly fast. Gripping at the entry wound, the man collapses to his knees, crimson blood cascading down his gripping hand. He coughs, groans, & grunts at the insurmountable pain that erupted around his chest, burning brighter than a torch.
While it's descriptive & paints a really good picture, some readers will get bored by it being overly detailed. Doesn't make them stupid, it means they have a different perspective of writing. While I personally prefer overly descriptive writing, others probably won't. To them, they wanna get to the point quick.
Aiming at the man, Jack pulls the trigger, firing the bullet into the man's chest. He grips at it in pain, screaming in sheer agony as he collapses to his knees; blood pouring over his fingers.
Yes it is lazy, yes it's under descriptive, but it's not like someone's gonna know what a bullet actually does to somebody wearing scrapped together armor, whether or not the bullet will go through clean or not, how their reaction will be. The best way to know is if they've experienced it for themselves or seen it.

Buck,
-"Do you know who we are boy?" Buck asks.
-"A group of murderers." The man replies.
-"Not murderers, no, but a group of strong people. We're the Raiders." Buck says.
-"What's the difference?" The woman asks.
-"The difference-Buck says, turning to the woman-Is that we work as a group, survive." Buck says with a wicked smile.
Buck strolls past the large man & down to the woman. He stares down at her face & then to her cleavage.
-"You've got some rocking titties." Buck says laughing.
The Raiders laugh with Buck before he's slapped across the face by the woman. Prepping their guns, the Raiders aim at the woman
-"Settle down men." Buck says with a laugh.
-"You've got a fight in you, I like that." Buck says.
Buck grabs the woman by her throat & raises her from the ground. She clings tightly to Buck's left hand & struggles.
-"Look at her squirm!" Buck laughs.
-"Put her the f*ck down." The tall man announces.
-"Or what hoss." Buck says, his grip tightening.

Buck,
Quickly turning to the sound of a females voice, Buck watches as Mark is stabbed through the head with what appeared to be a shank.
-"Well, well, well boys, looks like we've found the strongest in the group.
The Raiders turn their guns to the female who dawned tattoo's.
-"A woman, strongest?" Leon laughs.
-"Now, now Leon, let's not be sexist." Buck says, paying no attention to the other prisoner.
Two other prisoners emerge from cover, carrying melee weapons. Buck pulls back the hammer on his Colt. A tall man & a scrawny white guy stand close to Megan, covered in swastikas.
-"Oh look, Neonazi's, how fun." Buck says with a grin.
The tall man growls.
-"Relax Rex." Buck says approaching the man.
Though this man stood an inch lower than Buck, he was still slightly intimidating. Buck grins at the man.
-"Hail Hitler, am I right?" Buck mimics the stereotypical German accent.
The Raiders laugh & Buck shares it with them.
-"We ain't afraid of you." The scrawny one says.
-"Oh really?" Buck asks, peering down at him.
The man's eyes peer up at Buck who's beady eyes stare back.

Buck,
Anthony slowly backs away, as Buck gets closer, he swings his fist at Buck, but it is quickly countered & Buck breaks his wrist, exposing bone. Blood pours from Anthony's wrist & he cries out in pain & agony. Jerking his hand back, he tries to run off before Buck grabs him by his shoulder & thrusts him to the ground. A loud thud marks his fall & Buck tackles him. Anthony's legs kick under Buck's weight, but he keeps Anthony steady. Anthony manages to get his left hand out & punches Buck across the face. Buck grunts & grabs his left hand. Taking the Bowie knife, Buck stabs it through Anthony's hand, blood splatters on Anthony's face as he cries out again. Slowly pulling the blade out, Buck slams his fist down on Anthony's face, the snap & breakage of his jaw sounds throughout the room. The other prisoner watches in fear, to afraid to assist Anthony. Anthony tries to speak but as he does, Buck plies his mouth open wide. Anthony jerks his head around before Buck slams it down on the tile flooring. Buck reaches into Anthony's mouth & pulls his tongue from it, using the Bowie knife, Buck presses it against Anthony's squirming tongue, his eyes dart to the knife.
-"NO! PWEAS!" Anthony begs puffy like.
Buck smiles as he squeezes the knife downward, slowly chopping off Anthony's tongue. Blood sprays over Buck's fingers as the portion of Anthony's tongue is held high before the Raiders. They hesitantly laugh & cheer as Buck throws it across the cafeteria. Anthony grabs at what remains of his tongue, crying & screaming. Buck stands from Anthony, & turns to the last prisoner who raises his hands. The prisoner glares at Buck.
-"Your name?" Buck asks, wiping blood on his jeans.
-"F*ck you." The man says.
-"What a nice name." Buck says.
Slowly approaching the man, Buck grins, raising the knife eye level to the man who slowly backs away.
-"Well "F*ck You", we're gonna have some fun!" Buck says enthusiastically as he grins.

Yes, yes it is.

Buck,
Anthony & the man wearing the bandanna scramble into the kitchen, Tony awkwardly stands, the other unnamed man stares down at Wesley's corpse, blood had formed around his head, staining the white tiled flooring. Buck commands Andrew to check over Wesley's body for anything of value. Unfortunately, Wesley only carried a pen. Tony glares at Andrew as he stands from his crouch. Andrew puts off a smile as he spits on Wesley's face, his eyes still open, a bullet hole labeled the upper right of his forehead. Tony tightens his fists, tensing up. Buck's colt points at Tony who loosens his fist. Andrew returns to the groups side, Tony looking on them all as Anthony & the bandanna man return with cardboard boxes. Buck slowly approaches the boxes, crouching beside it, peering into it. Cans of soup, batteries, & frozen meals rested inside the box. Buck picks up the box & returns to the front of the group, handing the box to Tom. Returning his attention to the prisoners, Buck smiles.
-"Thank you for your cooperation." Buck says.
-"F*ck you." Tony says.
Buck's smile turns to a frown. Buck approaches Tony who stood away from the other prisoners. Stopping in front of Tony, Buck towered over him, staring down into his glare. Buck's left hand squeezes his cheeks, exposing his lips & a small hole that formed. Raising his Colt, Buck fires a bullet into the air, Tony & the other prisoners flinch, the barrel becomes hot. Tony fidgets, but Buck keeps him still as he places the hot barrel into his mouth. Tony screams in sheer pain. His hands grip around Buck's large hands which push the barrel down Tony's throat. Buck laughs at Tony's pain.
-"Let him go man!" Anthony says.
Buck disobeys, letting the barrel burn Tony's throat, his screams become louder, he's crying now.
-"Please!" The bandanna man begs.
Buck smiles at the bandanna man, he pulls the revolver from Tony's mouth & throws him to the ground. Tony grips at his blistered mouth & his throat, still crying. Buck turns to the man wearing the bandanna.
-"What's your name?" Buck asks.
-"Martin." He responds.
-"Let's see how tough you are Martin." Buck says, pointing his gun down to his right knee cap.
-"Please man, don't, I'll do anything!" Martin pleads.
Buck fires a bullet into each knee cap, Martin collapses to the floor, grasping at his bleeding knees, crying & rolling around.
-"Holy f*ck man!" Anthony screams.
Anthony is about to move towards Martin before Buck raises his Colt to him.
-"How tough are you?" Buck asks.
-"W-what?" Anthony asks.
-"How tough are you?" Buck repeats.
Anthony looks to the other man standing who looks in sheer fear to Anthony.
-"I-I don't know." Anthony says, his eyes looking to Martin who cries in agony.
-"Let's see how tough you are." Buck says, pulling out the Bowie knife from it's sheath & quickly approaching Anthony.
((Welcome to the Salty Spittoon, how tough are ya?))

((Thanks it's Rick Grimes from the Walking Dead.))
Jon,
Looking to Maya, Jon nods in response.
-"Sounds good."

Buck,
Henry regroups with the group, Tony still stands where he's at, trying to convince 'Wesley' to come back out of the kitchen. In compliance, Wesley emerges with three other prisoners, all dawning orange jumpsuits. Two of the three are heavyset African-Americans, one of which is wearing a bandanna around their head. The third man is Mexican, he wields a piece of wood with nails embedded in it.
-"Who are they?" The Mexican asks.
-"They call themselves "The Raiders"." Tony responds.
The Mexican laughs.
-"The Raiders?" He says.
-"Anthony, shut up." Wesley says.
-"F*ck you Wesley." Anthony says, turning to him.
Wesley glares at Anthony who returns his attention to the Raiders.
-"So what the f*ck are you guys doing here?" Anthony says, approaching them.
Buck's grip tightens on his Colt, Anthony notices, stopping mid walk.
-"We're looking for supplies & other survivors." Buck responds gruffly.
Anthony nods, puckering his lips.
-"Ight, well we got both." Anthony says smiling his somewhat toothless smile.
-"What the hell are you doing Anthony?" Tony asks, turning to Anthony.
-"I'm doing something called hospitality." Anthony says with a smile.
Anthony turns back to Buck, running his hand through his short curly black hair before stroking his goatee.
-"So, Raiders right? Why you guys called that?" Anthony asks.
-"I guess it was fitting for what we do." Buck responds with a smile.
-"& what is it you do?" Anthony asks.
-"We Raid." Buck says, his finger wrapping around the trigger.
-"Raid, what you mean steal supplies?" Tony asks.
-"That & tear apart groups & take only the strongest & healthiest from their group." Buck responds.
Anthony turns to Tony then looks to Wesley. He laughs before turning back to Buck.
-"Well that's violent." He says.
-"What isn't nowadays? We're adapting, evolving to this new world." Buck says.
-"By tearing apart humanity?" Tony asks.
-"To the contrary, we're forging a new empire, a stronger humanity."
-"You guys are f*cked up." Wesley says.
Anthony turns to Wesley, an angry expression shows on his face.
-"W-we mean no harm, just take what you want, but please don't kill us." Tony says.
Anthony nods. Buck smiles, raising his gun. The rest of the Raiders raise their's.
-"Please, no!" Wesley begs.
Buck aims his gun at Wesley, firing a bullet into his head.
-"Holy sh*t!" The man wearing the bandanna screams, raising his hands.
-"Your supplies, all of it, now!" Buck commands.

((The bomb would cause a large enough explosion which would create a minor shockwave. Debris from the lobby of Galloway towers would like cascade down the streets. There'd be no shrapnel since it's mean't to cripple Galloway Towers, however the structural integrity of the building wouldn't allow it. However the blast radius would probably create a big enough explosion to damage the buildings around it. Like I said, Reverse is just across the street. It's not entirely likely that Lurway died, but surely it'd create panic & people would rush away. About the only thing that could happen is bring Reverse's ceiling down, but since that guy doesn't even post anymore, I'm cancelling out the explosion even happening to prevent further discussion of an explosion, so you may continue with the Reverse Mix posts, just disregard the explosion.

Jon,
Jon nods, holding Maya closer to him, keeping her warm as she lets tears drift from her eyes.
-"I won't let you go, I promise." Jon says.
Jon thought over this, he wasn't about to loose another person.

Charles,
Aiming down several slavers, Charles finishes off the last few that amble their way around Paradise. Watching Robyn reappear from Eulogy's pad, Charles quickly makes his way down the ladder & over to her. He lifts her up & plants a kiss on her before setting her down & returning to the task at hand. Three or four other slavers lurked around the perimeter of Paradise & much to Charles disdain, a large majority of the Dark Ones were dead. About eleven remained, which made tensions rise as one by one, bullets were fired from multipul directions, creating a distraction.

Charles,
Making his way up the makeshift ladder, Charles reaches the roof within seconds, hiding behind sandbags that were near Robyn.
-"There's a sh*t ton of these guys." Charles says, opening fire on a small patch of slavers.

((I already did my post for him.))

Buck,
Grabbing Louis by his arm, Buck pulls him towards the stairs.
-"What-what're you doing?" Louis asks.
-"Remove your utility belt & backpack." Buck commands.
-"W-why?" Louis asks, raising his eyebrows.
-"Just do it." Buck orders.
-"Buck, we can't take much more of this, we're gonna be cornered." Tom says.
-"Hang on." Buck responds.
Louis reluctantly removes his items, looking to Buck, his face suddenly tightens up.
-"Wait." Louis says.
Buck grabs Louis's arm & pulls him to the stairs.
-"No! No! Wait! Please! No!" Louis yells, frantically grabbing at Buck's arm & trying to push him away.
-"NO!!" Louis yells when Buck thrusts him down the stairs.
Falling down the stairs, Louis rolls to the first landing where he quickly gets up before being slammed into a wall by several infected who begin devouring him. His screams are sounded, & he pushes back several infected. Blood streams from his neck & sides of his torso. He punches back several infected before he is tackled to the ground & his stomach is ripped open, exposing his intestines which are fed on by several infected. His head raised, he watches in pain as he's slowly eaten alive, still screaming before an infected rips the flesh from his face, tearing the cartilage from his nose & ripping away his lips, exposing his bare teeth. His screams are still loud & he frantically moves his fingers & tries to lift his arms but to no avail as they are forced down & eaten by the small horde.
-"What the f*ck man." Tim says backing away from Buck.
-"We needed a distraction, otherwise we would've been cornered." Buck counters.
Tim looks down the stairs, frowning, then nods.
-"I just wish there was another way." Tim says.
-"Well there wasn't, now help me get these doors open." Buck says, paying little attention to Tim.
Four of the men slam their body weight on the door, the tables blocking the way move slightly & a crack is exposed. They slam again, this time leaving a large enough crack to go through. Gaining entry, Buck & Tim climb through what little room there was made by the door & over the tables that partially barricaded the doors. Following closely, the rest of Buck's men climb through & two push the tables up against the doors, closing the double doors shut again. An African-American man in an orange jumpsuit frantically yells at the group, still pointing his gun at Henry's head.
-"Put your gun down!" Buck yells at the man, one handed aiming at the man's head.
His eyes widen at the size of the group, all of which point their guns at him. Turning completely towards the group, the man drops his gun to the tiled flooring of the cafeteria.
-"Kick it over to us." Buck commands.
The man obeys, kicking the gun to Buck, who picks it up with his left hand. The gun was a MAG98, no bullet rested in the chamber. Buck hands the gun back to Andrew who stuffs it in his bag. Henry who still was still on his knees with his hands raised looks to the group.
-"Who are you guys?" The man asks, fear in his voice.
Buck looks to the man, his gun still raised. The mans hands were still raised & he was clearly sweating. the upper portion of his jumpsuit was rolled down to his hips, exposing a grimy white tank top & several arm tattoos. His hair was a curly buzz cut & he had a rather short beard. His eyes darted around the group & his expression embodied pure fear.
-"We're the Raiders." Buck responds to his question.
-"& you are?" Buck asks.
-"I-I'm Tony." He responds.
Buck lowers his gun & motions for his men to lower theirs. The men stare onto Tony, Tony stares back.
-"What the f*ck is all this- A tall Caucasian man stops midway, staring onto the group.
His eyes widen as he runs back into the kitchen.
-"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" The man yells.
-"Wilson, they're friendly!" Tony calls to him.
-"Atleast that's what I hope." Tony says under his breath.

Jesse Osborne,
Boston, Mass,
Chapter 1: An Unfriendly Face,
Overlooking the city from the bridge, Jesse could see pretty much all of downtown Boston. The view was rather boring, half destroyed brick buildings lined either side of the crumbling & ravished road. Poles where flags were supposed to be exposed proudly remained bare & rusted, bent from the explosions. A rusted red bike lays on the sidewalk, burn marks had painted the sidewalks. It was saddening & Jesse continued on down the rusted collapsed bridge. Destroyed cars lay piled up & sat forgotten amoungst the rubble from destroyed buildings. Jesse eases his way around the cars & rubble, climbing over brick & ash before coming in full contact of the Institute that loomed proudly in the distance. A large Pre-War flag fluttered high in front of the building, showing the colors of Pre-War America. Jesse smiles to himself, it was a satisfying sight, knowing that his three day journey was almost over. The Institute stood tall & proud, resembling its Pre-War beauty, though parts of the building had collapsed or caved in, it was still a magnificent sight to see.

Ambling his way to the large erected scrap metal fencing surrounding the perimeter of the Institute, Jesse keeps a steady lookout for anything that might cause harm. Luckily the Institutes guards & androids patrolled the fencing, keeping intruders away. Approaching the large gates that lead directly to the Institute, Jesse is stopped by a guard who asks for his I.D. to gain entry. Jesse shows the I.D. & the guard nods, waving for the other guard to open the gates, exposing the front of the Institute.