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The life of a priest.
PART 1
Hello, my name is Father Grigori and i am a Russian Ortthodox priest in the "town" Ravenholm, if you could still call it a town and not hell on earth. I have been a priest in the town for the past twenty or more years, i have lost track of time over the past couple of months or is it years? I have seen my flock through the good times, the bad times and the very bad times, and continue to do so. I was there for it all, from the initial invasion, when the sky turned black and thousands of strange flying things filled it for mile's around in every direction, to when the first group of injured resistance soldiers and refugee's arrived from City 17 or Riga as i once knew it. To the day when IT happend, the day when my humble mining town was changed and taken over, turned into a warzone within a planet wide warzone, the day when at the crack of dawn the sky filled with hundred's of missle contrail's and Ravemholm became infected by them, the Crab's.
At first we managed to contain it, we burned, shot and blew up as many of them as we could, but for every one we killed there would be another ten lurking out there to take its place, hiding in the sewers, pipes and attics. Then the Walkers started to manifest, we initially thought that when the Crab's latched on they simply killed there victims and they themselves then died, the bodys would start to decompose for god's sake! Before we knew what was happening they were wandering the street's killing people left and right, a group of us quickly smartened up and barricaded ourselves in the top floors of buildings, we blew up stairways with small gas tanks, blocked off entrances and stockpiled ammunition for the few shotguns and rifle's we had scrounged from private ownership, the town had a large hunting community and so we initially had large quantity's ammo but this would not last long when compared to the sheer number of Walker's and who knows what else in our town that we were up against, food, water and medical supplies were not a problem thanks to the large winter reserve's our town built up before each winter.
For month's our small group was content with doing nothing more than taking pot shot's at Walker's, setting up traps and contructing walkways around the rooftop's, some of us attempted to escape through the old mine's but when none returned we quickly gave up on the idea. However one by one my brethren were slowly picked off in a variety of ways, from slimply tripping off our walk ways and falling to there deaths to accidently shooting each other in the middle of night, one by one they fell and by the end there was only me and Annabelle left.
More on the way....(action as well)
Any comments, praise, criticism, or plot requests is greatly welcomed. If for some reason you want to post this on your website then just email.
PART 1
Hello, my name is Father Grigori and i am a Russian Ortthodox priest in the "town" Ravenholm, if you could still call it a town and not hell on earth. I have been a priest in the town for the past twenty or more years, i have lost track of time over the past couple of months or is it years? I have seen my flock through the good times, the bad times and the very bad times, and continue to do so. I was there for it all, from the initial invasion, when the sky turned black and thousands of strange flying things filled it for mile's around in every direction, to when the first group of injured resistance soldiers and refugee's arrived from City 17 or Riga as i once knew it. To the day when IT happend, the day when my humble mining town was changed and taken over, turned into a warzone within a planet wide warzone, the day when at the crack of dawn the sky filled with hundred's of missle contrail's and Ravemholm became infected by them, the Crab's.
At first we managed to contain it, we burned, shot and blew up as many of them as we could, but for every one we killed there would be another ten lurking out there to take its place, hiding in the sewers, pipes and attics. Then the Walkers started to manifest, we initially thought that when the Crab's latched on they simply killed there victims and they themselves then died, the bodys would start to decompose for god's sake! Before we knew what was happening they were wandering the street's killing people left and right, a group of us quickly smartened up and barricaded ourselves in the top floors of buildings, we blew up stairways with small gas tanks, blocked off entrances and stockpiled ammunition for the few shotguns and rifle's we had scrounged from private ownership, the town had a large hunting community and so we initially had large quantity's ammo but this would not last long when compared to the sheer number of Walker's and who knows what else in our town that we were up against, food, water and medical supplies were not a problem thanks to the large winter reserve's our town built up before each winter.
For month's our small group was content with doing nothing more than taking pot shot's at Walker's, setting up traps and contructing walkways around the rooftop's, some of us attempted to escape through the old mine's but when none returned we quickly gave up on the idea. However one by one my brethren were slowly picked off in a variety of ways, from slimply tripping off our walk ways and falling to there deaths to accidently shooting each other in the middle of night, one by one they fell and by the end there was only me and Annabelle left.
More on the way....(action as well)
Any comments, praise, criticism, or plot requests is greatly welcomed. If for some reason you want to post this on your website then just email.
