If timing's everything.

[mik-e IMMA fish-E =O]

There I was, laying in my bed, thinking, wondering if this would all change. Then all of a sudden a ray of light burst through my window. The constant screaming of innocent bystanders had stopped, car alarms were no longer going off. I decided to pull off one of the boards from my window and take a look. Everybody alive, nobody was crying, everybody was just… Normal.

That’s when I left my securely locked bedroom, my safe haven. Nothing could get me there, not even a mouse. To my surprise, the locks on my door were gone, and suddenly so were the boards on the window. What was happening? Why was it happening to me of all people? Just me, Christopher Drew a lone guitarist, a professional musician, a boy.

I opened my bedroom door, expecting to see a dozen of the infected to jump at me and try to leave me stranded with nobody to call for help. But once again, just to my surprise nothing had happened. One step, nothing. Two steps, still nothing.. I decided to run down the staircase and see what was going on. If this had really passed and if everything was alright.

And that’s when I saw them, my mother, father, and little sister. Now, from what I could remember just after Bio-Lence was created and thousands of infected citizens had killed even more innocent people. My parents and unfortunately six year old sister had been attacked and killed. I knew for a fact that I wasn’t going to see them again, I had nobody to turn to, nobody to ask for help. And that’s when it happened. I woke up.

There I sat; in one of the dark crowded halls of “The Red Fortress” I had always been sceptical. Wondering, thinking if this place really wasn’t as safe as everybody said. But I stayed there anyway; I could no longer stay at my old house. The infected had taken over that part of the city, and I had lost everything. Bar a few shirts and my guitar. But oh well, when I’m sad I’ll play my guitar. Most people don’t know who Christofer Drew is anymore. And none believe me when I tell them that I am a professional musician who toured under the name “NeverShoutNever”

I sat there, staring at the wall going off into space. Dreaming of what the world would be like with world peace. But I knew that would never happen, especially if this virus was air born, anybody could catch it. At any time, and anybody is including me.

I grabbed my guitar and started playing one of my songs “HereGoesNothing” and the people who weren’t resting looked over at me as soon as I let out the first few words of the song. “If time means everything stop telling me you’re taking you’re time. I know you’re anxious but you’re running you mouth like your five, years old again… It’s so hard to prete-eh-end.” A few of the older men just looked over, wondering how somebody my age could be enjoying himself during a crisis such as this. Little did that know, I was willing to fight back against The Infected, in order to get my revenge for what they did to my family. Once again, I was alone. I had nobody to ask for help. I was an outcast, an individual, and nobody wanted to help me.


I stopped playing my guitar, and looked over at the men, they just stared at me with these disgusted look on their faces. I grabbed my head band and brushed my hair out of my eyes, then stood up walking over to the men. I was wearing a pair of skin tight acid wash jeans and a blue shirt beneath a bright yellow V-necked cardigan. They were wearing dark jeans, and hoodie’s. I walked over to the men with my guitar, I slung the strap over my shoulder and began to play the song that I had stopped playing for everybody in the room.

"If timings everything
stop telling me you're taking your time
I know you're anxious
But you're running your mouth like you're five
Years old again
It's so hard to pretend

Like I know everything
I dont know anything
I wanted you to see
That I got nothin

I'll sit back and I'll watch the show
I'll lay awake and I'll watch the stars as they collide

My eyes they do see
I don't breathe the way I used to
My lips they don't sing
I won't be the way I was on that night

Steady breathing is all I can advise
To a girl with a sweet tooth for revenge
I know I'm crazy but it's so hard to pretend

Like I know everything
I dont know anything
I wanted you to see
That I got nothin

I'll sit back and I'll watch the show
I'll lay awake and I'll watch the stars as they collide

My eyes they do see
I don't breathe the way I used to
My lips they don't sing
I won't be the way I was on that night

Was the night everbody agreed I was wrong about you
I told them you were being so strong
I knew you were a liar
I knew you were a liar from the start

Was the night everbody agreed I was wrong about you
I told them you were being so strong
I knew you were a liar
I knew you were a liar from the start

Don't treat me like I'm playing a game
Cause baby I don't want to lose
Baby I don't want to risk it all for you

My eyes they do see
I don't breathe the way I used to
My lips they don't sing
I won't be the way I was on that night"

I stopped playing, and singing. Everybody in the room looked up at me in a strange manner, then I heard very loud clapping coming from behind me. I turned to see who it was and ___

TBC: Nabs

[Nabeel]

A Nabeel Nawaz General Roleplay

This place was like hell. At least that is what John Abraham thought. The Red Fortress, this is the only place where humans were meant to be safe, yet all he could see was dark and gloomy faces. John knew that if they carried on living like this then there was no way they would all survive. The infected would win the war if it carried on like this. John knew someone had to address the humans and motivate them for this war but who was going to step up to the responsibility of the whole of mankind? John was a brave load but even that seemed was out of his depth. John thought he could help cheer up the place and that’s when he heard someone singing.

John had a vacant look on his face as he stared round the room of gloomy men and women and then something caught his attention and that someone was the man who was singing and John’s spirit lit up immediately. He seemed like the kind of guy who didn’t let anything get him down. Once the man had finished his song John began to clap and walk towards him. Once he reached him he began to talk.

--» All Man All Muscle ● John Abraham » Amazing, absolutely amazing. Well done, did you write that? Anyway, the name’s John Abraham and yours is?

Whilst waiting for the answer John stuck out his hand.

TBC: Michelangelo

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I stared at the man for a moment “Amazing, absolutely amazing. Well done, did you write that?” I extended my right arm forward and shook hands with the only person that seemed to react to his song. I smiled, after brushing my bangs out of my eyes. After staring at John for a moment I snapped out of his child like trance and replied to the man standing before me.

“Yes Sir, I did write that. Personally, it’s one of my favourites… But I don’t really live to perform anymore.

I looked at the floor, then back up at John and smiled.

“Oh, my name’s Christofer Drew. I doubt you have ever heard of me but I’m a professional musician. I’m sure if you stick around, you’ll likely hear some more of my songs.”

I smiled once again, trying not to let anything put me down in this dark and gloomy place was hard. Perhaps John would help me on my path to revenge? I put my hand back on the neck of my guitar and started playing another song. But then stopped, I decided that maybe one song for today was enough. So I put my guitar back in it’s place, still looking over at John Abraham, he seemed to be a bit rugged, or on edge. But I didn’t mind. There was a slight chance that I would have somebody to talk to in this horrible place. I didn’t care who he was, or where he was from. I would consider this man a friend

TBC: Nabs