The Chronicles of Mike Boone

[Phalanx]

Epic, my muscles tightened in excitement on he last journal.

[The Joke]

//Bitch make more!

[Darkshifter98]

//Bitch make more!

<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9RIhNeUsT68" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9RIhNeUsT68</a>

[Darkshifter98]

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Chapter 2: The Great Escape


Day 9: Bugs


December, 2015


Location: The sewers of City 7

Walking down the seemingly endless tunnel, the three thought they would never make it out, and be forced to live off the sewers, when they saw a light of sorts leaking from the tunnel, Boone broke into a jog, the backpack clanking against his bag. Boone raced out of the tunnel, and turned off his flashlight and looked around at the sight before him. It was a giant room of sorts, with a giant grate in the middle, and two pipes on either side, with a giant stream of brown liquid streaming out of both and into the grate. Rick and Jenny caught up and looked at the room, both as disgusted as he was. Boone shook his head, disappointed that it wasn’t that “Outlands” people were talking about, and continued forward, careful not to get soaked by the waste. Rick and Jenny hesitated and followed behind him, being as careful as he was not to get splashed by the waste, and followed behind Boone as the three slowly disappeared into the darkness of the other tunnel.

Thats when they heard something...
Boone stopped, not sure what he was hearing, and advanced at a more slower and quieter pace, walking on the balls of his feet so that his feet don’t make too much noise. When he got closer to the source of the noise, he could make out the gun fire, as well as the sound of screaming, and something that sounded like squeaking. Boone peered around the corner, and saw bugs, but they were about the size of an average man, they were green with four legs, and wings. One of the bugs that was attacking focused its attention on Boone, turning its ugly “face” toward him, and then eventually its whole body. Boone felt the side of his backpack, searching for the smile knife located in the side pocket. The creature jumped, and used its wings to propel itself into the air, blocking out most of the light as it descended upon Boone. Boone had finally pulled out the small knife when the creature rammed him with its body, knocking him to the floor on his back. The creature stood over him, its face right in his face. The creature reared backwards, getting ready to spear Boone in his ribs. Boone closed his fist on what he thought was the knife, when he realized it wasn’t there. He looked to his right and saw the knife on the floor a mere foot away. Boone reached forward and grabbed the knife, that was when the creature brought its claws down towards his ribs, but Boone swung around and shoved the knife into its neck, in which the creatures claws missed his ribs, and instead scrapped them as they dug into the floor. Boone pushed the knife farther into the creatures neck, trying to either kill it or get it off him. The creature went limp as the knife went in as far it would go in its neck, and slumped to the side as Boone pushed on its neck, and caused it to fall limp next to him. He looked towards the metal door where he saw refugees with MP7's and USP matches, they were fighting off the creatures that looked the one he just killed. Thats when he saw Rick and Jenny gesturing him over in the crowd of people, both with worried looks on their faces. Boone looked to his left and saw a giant creature, with brownish skin with a hint of green, it had small wings but they weren’t big enough to carry the beast. The creature had four legs, like the green winged creatures, except these ones were more longer and sharper looking. The creature looked in Boone’s direction, the triangle like head pointing directly towards him. Boone, obviously too panicked to do anything at that moment, stood still, still lying on his back from the previous encounter with the green creature. The giant creature let out a ferocious battle cry, and then seemed to reel back as it charged in Boone’s direction, head down like a bull about to spear a matador. Boone, snapping out of his trance, rolled to the side and felt the vibrations as the beast sped past him and hit the wall with its head. Boone started standing up, when he saw a everyone that was in the tunnel gesturing him over, thats when he saw a man with his hand on a lever, and the tips of a door in the mouth of the tunnel, which everyone was behind. Boone heard a grumble from behind him, and stole a glance at the beast, who was lying on the ground on its “belly” looking at Boone, almost annoyed, the beast shook its head, as if shaking itself awake, and turned towards Boone. Boone didn’t wait any longer, and burst into a sprint towards the mouth of the tunnel. He heard a the screams of people screaming, the people yelling at him to run, and the creature making another battle cry as it charged towards him. Boone saw the man at the lever throw the lever down, he jumped on his back, and let the momentum of his previous running slide him across the floor, he felt the vibrations of the creature right behind him, and heard the sounds of chains as the door started closing. Boone slid under the door, metal teeth of the door missing him by mere inches, and the sound of flesh against metal as the creature rammed its head into the door, leaving a dent. A cheer went up from the small crowd, and Rick and Jenny stood at the front, smiling and clapping. Boone smiled himself as he stood up, dirty from sliding on the floor, and was barely up when he was receiving high fives and pats on the back. He walked over to Rick and Jenny, and the three of them and the crowd went down the dark tunnel together, Boone took out his flashlight, and guided the way down the tunnel.

“Sure wish I had asked that strange man for a gun before I left, I was almost dead meat today by these... bugs...”
Journal entry 9 of Mike Boone’s journal

[wag1]

Nice story, good theme, interesting, etc,.

Keep it up Dark, I'm really enjoying it.

[Darkshifter98]

<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7YMyNqJGd0" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7YMyNqJGd0</a>

Chapter 2: The Great Escape


Day 10: Not-so-friendly hosts


December, 2015


Location: Sewers of City 7

After what seemed to be an hour of walking down the dark tunnel, Boone started to see a faint light at the bottom of the tunnel, hoping it would be some sort of safe haven, he rushed down the tunnel, to be more or less right. It was a tunnel that went straight out for what seemed like miles, but it probably seemed that way because of the lack of barrels that made light because they were burning, there was a small hut with a fire burning out of a barrel, with people surrounding it. Boone and the group of people walked over, and he could seem some of the people looking over and getting scowls on their faces. Boone slowed to a stop in front of the fire, by then everyone at the fire had been focusing on him. Boone looked around nervously, finally breaking the ice with a “Hello...” One of the men in the group said “We don’t need more mouths to feed, we’re low enough on supplies as it is.” A woman in Boone’s group said “We’ve got supplies! We just need a place to rest!” The man nodded, and said “We’re not sharing supplies, so don’t come to us for food.” The man went into the hut, followed by the group that was huddled around the barrel. Boone watched them go, a sense of anger rising up inside of him as he watched them go. How could they be like that? When they were in this together. Boone let out a troubled sigh and picked a spot on one of the pieces of card board that were thrown around. Boone lay on his back and looked up at the top of the tunnel, and then to his left to see Rick and Jenny, laying on one piece of cardboard, Boone rummaged through his jacket and took out his journal, which was looking a little worn from all its been through. Boone took out his pen, and wrote in the journal silently, the only light he had to work with was the fire coming from the barrel.

“Well, we found a “camp” of sorts today, the hosts are uh... interesting.”
-Part of journal entry 10 of Mike Boone’s journal

[Darkshifter98]

<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4tgH6FIwow" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4tgH6FIwow</a>

Chapter 2: The Great Escape


Day 11: Into a Million, Tiny, Pieces


December, 2015


Location: Sewers of City 7

He awoke with a start when he heard screaming and gunfire. He sat straight up, still blinking the tiredness out of his eyes when he heard the squeaking sound that means those bugs are near by. Faintly, among all the chaos and gunfire, he could hear Rick yelling “Boone! Antlion!” and the sound of wings fluttering closer and closer. Boone took the small knife out of the side of his backpack that was laying next to him, and rolled until eventually he was in a crouching, and then into a standing position, all in one fluent motion, holding the knife in his hand in a ready-to-strike position. By now Boone could see, and saw that the “Antlion” had missed by mere feet, and was sitting right where Boone was laying, the antlion pounced forward, in which Boone sidestepped quickly, and picked up his backpack, heaving it over his shoulders and putting his arms through the straps. Boone burst forward to catch up with the mass of people that were running down the tunnel, the tunnel was getting darker, and all that could be seen was the backs of the people in front of him as the light got farther and farther away. He could hear the sounds of Antlion’s getting closer and closer by each passing moment, no matter how fast they had ran. By now, people had started slowing down, and Boone had started slipping in front of some of them, to get as much between him and the antlion’s close behind. He saw Rick’s head bobbing up and down a few feet ahead, and assumed Jenny was with him. This was mistake #1. Boone had noticed that he was about halfway into the crowd of people, and saw the teeth of a metal door in his view up ahead. Boone quickened his pace, and was the last one in the door, or at least the last one of the group that was ahead of the slower group, that was probably being torn to pieces. He had turned to see a lone female figure running towards them, with a giant Antlion trailing behind her. The light from the barrel gave enough light to reveal that it was Jenny, and the antlion behind her was the giant Antlion from before, the dirty underside, the muddy claws, and the flattened face. Boone heard screaming, and turned to his right and saw a man at the switch, Rick pushed Boone out of the way and ran towards the exit of the door, the man threw the switch down, and the door snapped shut, the last thing being seen was Jenny running towards the door, holding her right hand out as the Antlion got ever so closer. Rick stopped as the door shut in front of him, separating him and Jenny, and jumped back as a small dent was made in the wall, followed by a shrill female scream.

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Rick dropped to his knees in front of the door, the sounds of Jenny being killed by the Antlion being clearly audible from the other side. Rick stared at the ground, tears escaping his eyes, Boone pushed himself out of the crowd, and approached Rick slowly, feeling just as ripped apart as he was, He crouched down next to him, and put his arm on his shoulder, staying silent as the sounds from the other side began to diminish. “It’s going to be alright.. Rick..” Boone said, not believing it himself. Rick shook his arm off, and remained on the ground, still not moving or responding.  Boone took his arm, and hoisted him up, and guided him down the tunnel with the crowd, leaving Jenny, and anyone else who was behind that gate, behind. But not forgotten.

“Jenny’s dead, Rick’s been torn apart, I don’t think he can make it...”
-Journal entry 11 of Mike Boone’s journal

[The Joke]

*sniff* brings a tear to my eye

[Darkshifter98]

<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlxbVJHGMic" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlxbVJHGMic</a>

Chapter 2: The Great Escape


Day 12: Losing the Second Half of the Yin-Yang


December, 2015


Location: City 7 sewer outskirts

He had allowed himself some sleep when they arrived in the next camp, this was the last the camp until they were officially in the outlands, they would still have to go through the sewers, but they would technically be out of City 7. He had set Rick down next to him, hoping he would go to sleep. He awoke to the sound of chatter, and looked to see Rick drunk beyond belief. Boone stood up and stretched briefly, before walking over and grabbing Rick by the shoulder, in which Rick responded with a sharp punch to the face. Boone stumbled and felt his cheek, stinging and red, Boone looked up and saw that Rick was very drunk. Presumably to forget about what happened prior. Boone straightened and said “Rick, this is no way to forget about what happened to Jenny.” Rick stumbled around and said “Yess.. it is...” Boone grumbled, and was about to say something else, when something stopped him cold. He turned slowly to his left, seeing out of the corner of his eye everyone turning as well, and thats when he saw the Antlion that killed Jenny burst through the darkness, running with its claw digging into the ground, and sending dirt flying behind it, Boone dived out of its path, and heard a sickening crash as it smashed into the bar, he looked up and to his left, to see the Antlion causing havoc inside the small bar, it started destroying what little the bar had, the stools and the table, as well as the lanterns. Boone saw something on its claws and head that made him know, that it was the antlion that killed Jenny. Along with the dried mud on its stomach and slightly flattened face, its claws and head were a dark, bloody red color. There was no mistake, it was the antlion that sealed Jenny’s fate, and Rick, in his drunken state, must of known as well, because he charged at the antlion, with a broken beer bottle in his hand. The Antlion dipped its head down, and then came back up and hit Rick in the stomach with its head, causing him to fly back on his back, he dropped the bottle and Boone watched where he was as the bottle rolled along the floor, out of Rick’s reach.

The Antlion slowly walked over to where Rick lay, as if savoring the moment, Rick stirred, and he could hear the worried breathes that were coming from him. He was clear in Boone’s view, Boone watched helplessly, watching as the Antlion stood over Rick, and brought its right claw up in a very dramatic manor, and brought it down violently into Rick’s stomach, Boone cringed as Rick let out an ear splitting scream of pain, he held the claw in both hands, and shook as blood started pouring out of him, he lay on the floor and looked to his left at Boone, he didn’t say anything, the terror in his eyes were enough to signify that he wanted help. Boone shook, unsure of what to do at this point, the Antlion ripped its claw out of Rick’s stomach quickly, in which Rick let out another painful scream. Intestines hanging and blood dripped from its claw, it adjusted its claw until it was over Rick’s head, Rick took his eyes off Boone, knowing nothing could be done, and looked at the antlion and yelled “D-do it! Yo-you fu-fucking over grown m-maggot!” The antlion made an angry growl, and brought its claw down on Rick’s face, the sharp end penetrating his skull, Boone looked away as it penetrated, and then after a few seconds, looked back to see Rick’s head missing, and bone and brain fragments littering the floor where his head was. Boone shook violently, and felt hot tears of both rage and sorrow fall down his cheeks, he started to stand, and was about just about to charge at it, when a man got his attention and yelled “Quick! Run!” Boone shook his head quickly, ridding himself of most of his blind rage, and in a desperate feat, ran right past the Antlion, the antlion let out a low, but loud, growl before chasing after Boone, or the man that told Boone to run. He ran past the man, and seconds later as he ran down the darkness, heard growling and screaming as the antlion most likely tore him apart. Ahead, Boone could see a light, it was green in color, and as Boone got closer, he discovered it was the green sewer water reflecting off the little natural light that came in, giving the room a greenish look to it. He saw a metal grated bridge ahead of him, held up by cables, and saw a lever on the other side, Boone heard a growl behind him, and turned to see darkness behind him, but he could hear the sounds of its claws against the dirt, and the growls it makes when it grows closer to its victim, Boone raced across the bridge, using all of his remaining energy to make it across, he stopped at the lever, and grabbed it desperately with both hands, he looked up, and saw the antlion’s figure becoming more and more visible as it came closer into the light. Boone rotated the lever in a clock-wise direction, and watched with hope as the ropes pulled the bridge up, denying access to anyone, or anything, that tried to cross, and instead giving them a long drop to their death. By the time he had finished rotating the lever, the Antlion raced into the chamber, only to find no bridge, and put its claws out in front of it to stop itself, only barely going over the edge into its doom. He could see the antlion through the grate, and let a smile cross his face as it let out another hostile growl. Boone looked down, and saw a red crowbar laying at his feet, he picked it up with one hand, holding the lever with the other, and jammed the crowbar into the gears, to stop the bridge from falling and giving access to the antlion. Boone looked at the antlion, panting, and said “We will meet again, and when we do, I’m going to kill you...” The antlion made a growl, this one sounding just as hostile as the last, and it turned around and raced into the tunnel behind it. With that, Boone turned, and went into the tunnel opposite the antlion went in, hands in his pockets, head down,
and alone.

“Rick’s dead, looks like its just me now...”
-Part of journal entry 12 of Mike Boone’s journal

[garry :D]

// Nice entries, I enjoyed reading these.

[Darkshifter98]

<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYYgsdg-T7M" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYYgsdg-T7M</a>

Chapter 2: The Great Escape


Day 13: Vengeance


January, 2016


Location: City 7 Sewer Outskirts

Boone walked down the dark tunnel, by now he had gotten thirsty, and his lips were dry, he was staring at the floor with his hands in his pockets, walking down the tunnel slowly as his shoes made soft crunching noises against the floor. Eventually, he could see light bleeding on to his shoes, he looked up and saw an outpost, supposedly the last outpost until he was in the outlands. He took his hands out of his pockets and quickened his pace, set on finding water. There was a man at the counter, noticing Boone for the first time, he said “Need anything before continuing into the outlands?” Boone turned to face him, and said “Water...” The man nodded, and took out a clear bottle of water, Boone took it off the counter, not caring if it were Breens water or regular water. He downed the contents of the bottle and set it on the table, surprised to find the water tasting like it did before the war. He wiped his lips, and stood up, heading to the small fire. A man turned his way, he was wearing a wool cap as well as a CCA combat vest. Boone stopped and looked at his vest. “Where’d you get that vest?” Boone asked. The man grinned and said “From a Civil Protection unit, how else?” Boone looked like he was going to say something, but then stopped, and just shook his head, getting up close to the fire and laying down on a piece of cardboard before going to sleep.

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He awoke five hours later, hearing the ever so familiar sound of gunfire and antlions. He rolled on his stomach, and pushed himself on to his knees, and then on to his feet, he reached backwards, into his backpack’s side pocket, and produced his rusty knife, and held it in his hand as he looked to see antlions attacking the small outpost, the man in the vest had an MP7 out and was firing at the green creatures, there were others without vests firing with a variety of weapons. One of them flew over the vested man towards him, Boone sidestepped out of the way, and watched as it landed with a loud thud as its claws dug into the ground where he was. Boone reeled back, and swung a kick towards its face, the antlions head moved to the side from Boone’s kick, with it stunned, Boone brought the knife above his head in both hands, and brought it down into the antlions head, the antlion made a dying squeaking sound as the knife penetrated its skull, the creature stirred a moment, and then went limp, Boone pulled the knife out, dripping in antlion blood and brain matter. He heard a loud growl, and turned to see his old friend, the giant antlion that had killed his two friends, with a muddy underside and bloody claws and head, it was a force to be reckoned with. The antlion was killing the refugees one by one, but with the combined fire, Boone noticed, it was bleeding from its mouth. He realized slowly, with the combined fire, that it was weakening, Boone stood a distance away, knife at the ready. The antlion slaughtered the people living in the outpost, until it’s “eyes” rest on the vested male, he fired a burst from his MP7, the creature charged and hit him square in the ribs, causing him to fly back and hit the wall. The man let out a scream of pain as he made contact and slide to the floor, he produced a USP match from his waistband, and start firing at the creature again, some of his shots missing from being hit so hard. The antlion, going into a bit of a rage, ran full speed at the wall the man was laying at, and rammed him into the wall, the man slumped forward, his USP match falling out of his fingers, the antlion rammed the now dead body into the wall multiple times before stumbling back and falling down on its belly, making loud breathing noises as it tried to regain its strength,
while at the same time losing blood. The antlion slowly turned its head towards Boone, the creature let out a loud growl, trying to get to its feet, but failing, the creature was crippled, and Boone took his chance, sprinting towards the antlion, knife held tightly in his hand, he burst forward, and slashed the knife across the front of the antlions face, in a blinded rage, Boone brought the knife, and thrust it into its throat, and pulled the knife back towards him to make the cut much more wider, the antlion was howling in pain, kicking around, trying to hit Boone. Boone forcefully brought the knife out, the antlion howled in pain once again, its head looking up as Boone stood over it. Boone brought the knife over his head in both hands, the antlion rested its head on the ground, knowing it was over. Boone brought the knife down with all of his strength, into the antlions head, the antlion let out a great howl of pain, the howl died down, until it stopped completely and the antlion went limp. Boone backed away, not bothering to take the knife out of the antlions head. Boone brushed off some of the antlion blood that had accumulated on his jacket, and turned on his heel, towards the tunnel, contempt on reaching the outlands.

"Killed my first, uh, Guard is what they call it, yeah..."
-Part of journal entry 13 of Mike Boone's journal

[Darkshifter98]

<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=agp6_IqNVLw" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=agp6_IqNVLw</a>
(// Yes, I know I used this song already, but I'll probably be re-using a lot of the songs I use, so dealwithit.jpeg
Also, these journals will be made from the best of my memory from when the outlands server was put up, so not all these journal entrys will be 100% true)

Chapter 3: The Outlands


Day 14: Party of One


January, 2016


Location: City 45, Outer Canals

After days of walking through the sewers, Boone, along with refugees from City 8, were in a small, sewer room. Water up to their shoes, they had just come out of a small pipe, and to their right was a long, dark, tunnel. The woman in the group turned and walked down it, Boone and the rest of the small group followed. Eventually, light could be seen. Boone sprinted past the woman, and for the first time in a long time, he saw the sun. The warmth against his clothes, the bright, yellow color it emitted. Boone, for the first time in a long time, felt a ray of hope. He let the group catch up, and followed them for a time. After a bit of walking, the woman stopped, and asked some of the refugees to leave the group, including Boone. Boone decided not to argue, and went off alone.

Boone managed to find a radio after a time, although it needed a frequency in order for him to stay in touch with someone. He let out a long sigh, and walked into a warehouse, with a white “2“marked on the side, Boone stopped at the closed garage door, looking to his left, he saw a small switch, he pressed the button on the top, and the garage lifted up, revealing a large room full of boxes. Boone walked in, and pressed a similar button on the inside, and the garage snapped shut behind him. He slide down on the floor, remembering Rick, Jenny, and Daring. He missed all three, and wished they were here with him. But he knew it would never happen. He dug in his jacket, and pulled out his journal, and his pen. His journal was looking worn and dirty from the journey over here, Boone opened the journal to a fresh page, and started writing down the adventures he had.

“Finally arrived in the outlands, although, its no fun without Rick or Jenny here... or Daring...”
-Part of entry 14 of Mike Boone’s journal.

[Darkshifter98]

<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjcBENjxgig" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjcBENjxgig</a>

Chapter 3: The Outlands


Day 15: Whiskey, Freedom


January, 2016


Location: City 45, Outer canals, Warehouse #2

Boone tucked his journal in his jacket, along with the pen, and stood up. He walked to the garage button and slammed the button, and ducked under the garage before it was done opening, and then punched the button on the outside as he left. Boone stopped, hearing the distant sounds of a hunter chopper. He looked to his right, and saw a bit of a concrete “hill” with a hollowed center that led to the muddy canals below, Boone didn’t want to go back into the canals as he just got out of them, but the sounds of the chopper grew ever closer, Boone hopped up on to the concrete, and vaulted down into the mud below, and turned around to sprint into the pipe that led into a small sewer system. He stopped after reaching a small room with flattened cardboard boxes on the floor. On the floor, was a piece of a paper with something scribbled in the middle. Boone bent down at picked it up, examining the scribble, it read “153.3“ Boone thought for a moment and pulled out his radio, setting the frequency dial to 153.3, he held the transmit button, and said “Anyone.. copy?” Just as he said, the sound of OSPIR shots rang out above, and the sounds of screaming, both from above and his radio. Boone groaned, sitting down on the floor against the wall, radio held loosely in his hands, he started to drift into a troubled sleep, despite the OSPIR shots and the sound of vocoders above...

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He awoke a few hours laster, startled as he heard “Hello? Hello!?” Coming from his hands, he realized it was radio, and said “Y-yes yes, I hear you!” The voice replied “Oh god finally!” Boone let a small smile creep across his face, as he talked with the voice on the radio, eventually, more people started getting on to the frequency, they discussed why they were out here, where they were from. Eventually, someone suggested a “codeword” to say if they saw each other, as a safety thing. Someone suggested “Whiskey” as the challenge. Boone heard many suggestions over the radio for the other word, when Boone said into the radio “Freedom.” Everyone stopped talking, and he could hear them talking over the radio, sounding as if they were agreeing from all the excitement going on the frequency. Someone started yelling for everyone to shut up, the man then said “Alright, its settled, the challenge is ‘Whiskey’ and the response is ‘Freedom’.” Everyone yelled out in agreement, and Boone switched the radio off, sitting back in the darkness as he thought of the challenge and response, Whiskey Freedom.

“FINALLY found a frequency, with people on it, came up with a challenge and response code, whiskey is the challenge, freedom is the response.”
-Part of journal entry 15 of Mike Boone’s journal

[The Joke]

I think i jizzed a little...

[Mar]

More.
Nao.
Please.