Introduction - Ger Campbell

Donan · Post by **Donan** » Thu Sep 09, 2010 1:36 pm

It's gotten dark by the time Gerr reaches the valley, the night air still and calm.

What's less calm are the errie shrieks and screams coming from a brightly lit town about two miles into the valley. The rest of the towns nestled there are dark, as if they're trying to hide.

Post by **TetNak** » Thu Sep 09, 2010 7:23 pm

The chopper thunders down the road through the darkness. Seated atop the bike is a man with bushy mutton chops, slicked back, straight brown hair, and green piercing eyes. He's wearing a black leather jacket, blue jeans, and thick rider's boots.

The man grumbles to himself, that he can hear anything over the motor of his chopper is ridiculous. He doesn't like it. He remembers the last time he found trouble. Some bar. Girl was about to get her fill of a hog whether she liked it or not out back. Nearly beat the guy to death. The drifter remembers it took every ounce of restraint he had from killing the bum. Sighing, Ger accelerates quicker into the town to see what the hell is going on.

Donan · Post by **Donan** » Thu Sep 09, 2010 7:56 pm

Ger's ride soon leads him tot he edge of the source of the sound. The brightly lit town in the centre of the valley. Within it he can see human figures all heading away from him, with apparently the same destination in mind. There are about 4 or 5, but none of them talk to one another, they just walk.

Post by **TetNak** » Thu Sep 09, 2010 7:59 pm

This is too bizarre to be ignored. He pushes the throttle and rockets forward even faster. As he gets closer to those walking, he slows down, and within talking distance yells over his engine. "HEY! WHAT'S GOING ON!?!"

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