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by doctorblue on Mon Apr 19, 2010 9:18 am
{ (OOC) There are three positions open. I will play Chris Armbrust, business man stuck in his building at the time of the outbreak. You may make your own character with special skills or choose one of the following: Security Officer, Female Administration Assistant, or Head Accountant.
You may carry a max of three weapons. One long, or main weapon, a side arm, and a melee weapon.}
Chris sat in his isolated office in the back of the room and looked over financial reports for the week. Today July 28th 2016 seemed like a regular crappy day at Carbon Co., but will soon change. Chris removed his stamper from his side drawer and stamped approved on several papers. He put the stamp back into his drawer and stapled the papers together. Chris stood up and walked out of his office and started walking down the hallway with a briskful pace.
"Hello Joane," Chris said walking past his assistant.
"Hello!" Joane replied.
Chris walked down to the end office of the Head accountant who was not in his office.
"That bastard is always hiding from work." Chris said as he placed the papers on his desk for processing. Chris started walking back to his office as he came to the refreshments in the center of the office. To his left were large open windows showing the beautiful Pittsburgh skyline. Chris sighed taking a small sip of his coffee looking over towards his assistant smiling and nodding his head raising his cup to her.
At that moment a quick flash of a human flew past the window plumiting for the ground below. Chris saw this and ran straight to the window. "Oh my god. . , I think someone jumped. . ." As he spoke two more bodies dropped past the window flying towards the cement. "What the fuck is going on!?!"
Chris's assistant stood up from her desk and walked over looking down not seeing the falling bodies.
"I don't know what did you see?" Joane said confused.
"Three bodies just fell from the roof!" Chris said loudly trying to look down. At that moment a passenger 747 plane collides into the US Steel building.
"Dear god. . . " Chris said looking out of the window unto the firery abyss.
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