No... This is not how it ends! In his desperation, Travis had fished out a pen from his pocket. In a display of sheer tenacity and rage he had begun jabbing the pen into the powerful arm that was around his neck. He could feel the blood spatter, he could hear the yells and grunts of Matt, but the b...

Travis heard the shout, but it didn't matter. He was too focused, too angry, and too scared that anyone else might notice him. His fingers tightened around the girl's throat even further. Suddenly he felt all 230 pounds that was Matt Masters descending on him. Before he knew what was what he had bee...

The girl thrashed and struggled, her screams muffled by a grip made of iron. Travis Webster was starting to get angry. This fucking bitch, why couldn't she just do what he said!? She ought to know that there was no point in struggling against her much stronger assailant, but he supposed that she was...

He'd been watching the three of them for a while now. Any doubts or moral issues he would've had for stealing these peoples supplies were long since buried. No, ever since he found his position in the bushes, all he'd done had been preparing to strike, and waiting for the most opportune moment to do...

He finally heard voices. Not just voices in the distance like yesterday, no... This time it was actual people nearby. He skulked around the park, looking for the source of the noices. Finally, he reached some bushes close to the gazebo. He quickly put down his backpacks on the ground and tried to ge...

[Travis Webster from An Ironic Choice of Scenery ] Travis Webster was in a poor mood. Except for his chance encounter with Edgar, the entire day had been wasted. He hadn't found anyone that he could steal supplies from, he hadn't found anyone with information about Megan Emerson or Miles Strickland....

The floor around the doorway to the science room is covered in broken glass.

Travis simply stood there for a few seconds, looking at Owen as he began bleeding out. Feeling his own pulse racing as Owen's was fading. Enjoying the pain in his arms after the shotgun blast. Listening to Owen's pitiful screams for help. Mara, huh? So he has a new friend? He kept his shotgun aimed ...

He sighed when he heard the familiar voice echo towards him. The island had gotten progressively smaller, so he shouldn't be surprised that he'd run into Owen again. But it didn't annoy him any less. At this point, if he did meet someone, he wanted to face a person who wouldn't instantly try to kill...

There was another reason why Travis was now entering the school grounds. As the island got smaller and smaller, Travis had realized that the school buildings would become more and more of a safe haven for kids who wanted to play the waiting game. Isolated from the rest of the town, close to the now ...

((Travis Webster continued from The Mad and Hungry Dogs ...)) After a lengthy chase, Travis had managed to lose his pursuer in an alley and escape Virgil's retribution. Travis had been surprised at the ferociousness of the boy. Clearly, there were contenders in the game who had yet to make themselve...

(( Slight GM approved )) Travis was prepared for battle. Not that he wanted to fight, of course. If Edgar handed over the bag he was free to go... But everyone weren't always quite that willing to hand over their supplies, and the last time he'd tried robbing someone he'd had the bag thrown straight...

Well, fuck. He didn't even recognize the look of the girl as Edgar described her. How did you go to school with someone for years and not even know their face? Maybe if he spotted her he'd realize who it was. But... This was good. With the names of these friends, he now had leverage. Kaitlyn William...

That's the spirit. "What does she look like?" Travis hardly needed to interrogate anyone about Miles. Even though the boy was top priority over Megan, Travis already had all the information he needed on that motherfucker. But Megan was a complete random. Probably some loser, having obscur...

Travis sighed audibly. Another low-tier. Why couldn't he find some weak kids with strong weapons? Why did every person he met have to either carry weak weapons, or be too strong for him to take down with his own shit weapons? The kid was hardly worth the effort. Maybe he could take some rations, he ...