Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140503224606/@comment-8182065-20140515212833

Before taking his first bite, Irving stared at the slice of cake on his plate with hungry eyes. "This is trip is the-" Before he could even finish that sentence, armed men had barged into the dining car, guns blazing. He quickly ducked and crawled underneath the table to hide himself behind the table cloth. "...worst vacation ever..."

Why does trouble never give me a break?

Before exiting their room, Amy and Harold stopped and heard the announcement from Dystopia. Harold scratched his head, as he didn't pay attention to the news or anything to know about them.

"Who's Dystopia?" he asked turning his head to Amy.

"In simple terms, terrorists," she told him, taking a peek in the hallway. "So far they haven't got to this car yet." Amy went to inspect the other rooms, and saw that a few of them were empty. She could hear a lot of commotion coming from the dining car's direction and figured that's where the enemy is currently. A sigh exited her mouth as she said to herself, "I don't feel like dealing with this after what I've been through; all I wanted was a small break."

Amy then went to get a look at the next car closest to them where the other passengers were staying. She checked the window first before opening the door and noticed a lot of people were lying on the ground.

''There's no blood, so they're probably just unconscious... Though, I doubt Dystopia would try to put everyone to sleep if they had already given away their presence... What is going on here?!''