Phoenixes: Fall of America Quest

File: Elias Debroff.png (1MB, 800x720px)

1MB, 800x720px

"My name is Elias Debroff, I am writing this journal to well. . . um . . tell all of you what has happen so far!"
"Actually no that is stupid, all good stories start with a beginning or all stories should start with a beginning anyway."

"So as I said before, i'm Elias Debroff, before the U.S. dollar crashed or that's what we were told, I was a . ."

>On Leave Soldier
>Mechanic
>Police Officer
>Company Computer Specialist
>Thief
>Local Mayor
>Student

>>1662158
>Police Officer

File: Start.png (1MB, 1200x720px) Image search: [Google]

1MB, 1200x720px

>>1662204
>Police Officer

"A cop, not a bad and dirty cop, always did my duty and tried to help the people in need, hell I was payed to do it, wouldn't make sense if I didn't do it."

"Alright enough hanging on to the past, this journal won't finish itself."

>August 3rd 2018
Elias wakes up at the crack of dawn, he would sleep in but his mind wouldn't let him sleep.

The world has turned to ashes and to Elias it seemed like something in him had died.

He needs to start thinking about forging his own path, find a community, a group, some people, something.

Neighborhoods have become hives for looters and thieves to run rampant on all the houses with remains and valuables from the people that lived there but never got everything out in time before gunshots started ringing through the air.

"Ughhh." He said all groggily

Elias's bed was covered in stains . . .no air conditioning really makes people sweat like a pig during the night.

"Should I even still be awake, I still have like four hours before the sun gets up to the top."

Elias slowly gets out of bed, the early bird always catches the worm they say.

"I know i'm used to this thanks to my training at the academy but damn i'm really tired today."

Elias walked downstairs while putting on the clothes from the day, week, month before.

He reached the final step.

"Hmmm."

>Go to Kitchen
>Go to Living Room
>write in

>>1662293
>Look for our sidearm. It has to be here somewhere.

File: USP 45.png (152KB, 1280x720px) Image search: [Google]

152KB, 1280x720px

>>1662325
Elias looks around sharply for his pistol.

His pistol is police issue, a USP 45, he used it when on the job and when shit started turning to the worse, he took it home to use it for home defense.

"Ah, there you are." he sighs

The USP was on a coffee table in the dining area.

It's in good shape despite Elias's constant use back when he had only used it for crooks with weapons.

"Two rounds, one of them isn't even full, fuck."

Elias's two clips were laying next to the pistol, one has ten rounds, a full clip while the other only has four rounds.

He used the six rounds one day when looters tried breaking in his house through the window.

None of them hit but he did manage to scare them off.

"Alright, now I have my protection."

>Go to Living Room
>Go to Kitchen

>>1662398
>Go to Kitchen

File: Kitchen.png (36KB, 773x720px) Image search: [Google]

36KB, 773x720px

>>1662423
"I'm gonna need some food if i'm gonna survive this apocalypse."

He walks in a slow pace, still tired from his early start, nonetheless the thought of food kept him going.

"Wonder If I still have cheese, I could use a good toasted cheese sandwitch."

Elias makes his way into the kitchen.

He then proceeds to open the fridge and rummage through.

"So, what do we have . ."

A loud noise jerks Elias's head away from the fridge, you take a look at the dining area once more and see the sliding doors that lead to the patio outside have one of the doors smashed and glass is everywhere.

>Step closer
>Step away
>Pull out your pistol
>write in

>>1662438
>Pull out your pistol
>Step closer

File: Kitchen2.png (122KB, 1280x720px) Image search: [Google]

122KB, 1280x720px

>>1662455
You quickly pull out your pistol and start analyzing the area, broken glass and some drops of blood liters the patio outside.

Boot-prints covered in dried blood lead to the living room.

You step closer to the sliding doors and hear more noises, they have gotten quieter then before, almost like the intruder senses you.

Another step closer and you see a lead pipe, it must have been used to break open the door.

The fallback damage from the shards of glass must have caused him to bleed out of some areas.

You take one more step and pause, the ruffling of looting has stopped in the other room.

You point your weapon at the entrance of living room, slowly turning off your safety on the pistol and putting a finger next to the trigger.

>Fire warning shots
>Wait for the right moment
>Charge in

>>1662486
>Wait for the right moment

File: Drunken Man.png (389KB, 1280x720px) Image search: [Google]

389KB, 1280x720px

>>1662489
You stand still pointing your weapon at the entrance.

Sweat trickles down your forehead and your left hand starts shaking.

You hear the intruder scream and he charges through the entrance.

You were ready to fire, Elias takes the shot!

It only punctured his left shoulder and before you can shoot off another round, CRASH.

The intruder rams into you at full speed and starts choking you savagely.

The intruder starts yelling words in what you think is Russian. "VY NE MOZHETE UBIT' MENYA, YA KHOCHU"

You are struggling to break free and can feel the blood rushing to your head, you desperately try to think of a way to regain your footing.

>Punch him repeatedly
>Kick him with all your strength
>Choke him out aswell

>>1662527
>Kick him with all your strength

>>1662539
>In the groin

File: ThrownDrunk.png (144KB, 1280x720px) Image search: [Google]

144KB, 1280x720px

>>1662539
You pull back your legs back in a tucked formation, put them against his chest and boom!

File: DeadDrunk.png (198KB, 1280x720px) Image search: [Google]

198KB, 1280x720px

>>1662545
The intruder is pushed back and sent somewhat flying.

You get up quickly as you can but realize that there is no point, when you slingshoted the intruder back, his head got piereced by a long glass shard that had been there as a result of his breaking and entering.

Karma, huh?

The intruder looks around quickly, knowing he is about to die, he then just blankly stares at the ceiling.

The intruder is dead and you are still living.

The strong win.

File: DeadDrunk2.png (202KB, 1280x720px) Image search: [Google]

202KB, 1280x720px

>>1662541
You ponder what his motives where but it leads to no avail.

He is dead and you are alive, that is all that matters in your eyes as you see the dead man lying in front of you.

Marks are left on your throat but other then that, you survived your first encounter with a deranged wild man.

That's a first, huh?

You see if he has anything on him that might be useful, nothing, all he had were his tight clothes and that pipe he used to break in.

By the looks of his eyes, you would think he was drunk but he was actually high, the drug, you don't know, maybe marijuana. a high dosage of it perhaps.

That thought of him fades, your eyes focus back on the pipe.

>Take the Pipe
>Leave the Pipe

>>1662584
>Take the Pipe
Might save us some bullets