The Metro

-Wilhelm Schulz

The year is now 2033 and the aftermath of the End is still upon the world. The surface is totally uninhabitable, and a whole generation has been raised underground. Now, people live in old bomb shelters, caves, anything like that. Most have never even seen hte sky. And you, you are a part of Moscow Metro. The Metro is a rather large system of tunnels, underground complexes, subways, and a rather large community. Well, large for post apocalyptical standards.

The First Picture
Wilhelm Schulz
Gender: Male
Age: 39
Status: (Guard, worker (Name job), citizen, etc.) Fuhrer
Bio: Wilhelm was only a child when the bombs fell, but he's survived since. He inherited his position from his father and is currently ruling over the hundred or so inhabitants of the Moscow Metro community. He is the father of Wolfgang Schulz.

The One On The Left
Wolfgang Schulz
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Status: Guard
Bio: Wolfgang is a proud "Firechild" or one of those born after the bombs dropped. Wolfgang is the son of Wilhelm and is enthusiastic about his role in the community and the survival of his "Little slice of Heaven."


Emelyn Story
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Status: homeless
Bio: Emelyn, or Emmy, hasn't really found any place where she can stay safely, so she moves around a lot. She's rather accident prone and gets sick easily, but is good help when she's feeling well.

((Haha I keep thinking metrosexual. I'll work on a profile.))

Haha, All right

Emelyn Story
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Status: homeless
Bio: Emelyn, or Emmy, hasn't really found any place where she can stay safely, so she moves around a lot. She's rather accident prone and gets sick easily, but is good help when she's feeling well.

((I was having it as if there were no above-ground survivors, all underground, if you don't mind.))

((Fixed.))

((She roams the tunnels, then?))

((Yeah.))

((Accepted. Edit yourself in. And I suggest you go to the Metro 2033 websight. It looks pretty BA. Watch the videos.))
Wolfgand stood, leaning against the wall, his eyes intent on the sealed door that lead into the expanse of tunnels. Not much had happened in a while, and he almost wished something would; even though last time that "Something" killed three of the other guards.

Emmy held up her lantern so she could see, walking aimlessly through the tunnels, not trying to get to any particular place, just trying to get away from where she had been the night before. She figured if she kept moving, maybe she would eventually find somewhere safe.

Wolfgang sighed a bit and slid down to the ground, sitting/leaning against the wall. "Guys, wake me if anything ever happens." He said in his slight Russian accent, puttinghis head down and aiming his combat shotgun at the vault-like door.

Emmy was on the other side of the door. She had never seen this before. Confused and a bit bewildered, she put her hand on it, then her ear, listening, finally knocking curiously.

Wolfgangs head lifted a bit as he heard the faint knock on the large metal door, standing up.

Emmy knocked again, putting her ear to the door.

"You know the drill." Wolf said, aiming his shotgun at the door as two other men lifted their assault rifles and one other hit the button to open the door. It screeched a bit, but began to swing open.

Emmy jumped as the door opened, unaware that it moved, landing on her butt, and reflexively grabbing her knife, which was a little more than a sharpened rock. She looked around, confused.

One of the men shot once, startled, the bullet hitting the ground next to Emmy. The flashlights on the guns of the men shone at her. "Get up! Now!" Yelled Wolfgang.

Emmy jumped again, looking nervously between them all, scared. She put down her knife/rock, trembling as she stood.

"C'mon." He said, nodding his head back a bit, motioning for her to step inside.

Emmy held her hands up a bit, hesitating nervously and stepping inside.

The one closed the door before one other steeped closer, shooing her over to the side of the room. "On the wall!" He said.

She didn't say anything, frightened a bit by his shouting, doing as he said, leaning on the wall.

Wolfgang was holding a large firehose, which once she was against the wall, he pulled back the latch. Freezing, presurized water shot out against her.

As the water hit her, she was pushed against the wall, making it harder for her to breathe. She gasped, trying to take in as much air as she could, the cold also constricting her airways.

Wolfgang sprayed the water against her, soaking her and washing her off well before turning off the water and pulling out a pistol. He walked over to her and dropped a towel on her.