Husk World: Post-Apocalyptic RP

This is the IC thread for the Post-Apocalyptic RP I suggested.

Please see the OOC thread for more info: https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=508698


The temporary camp on the California shoreline was both a recruitment center and staging point for the operation.

"Rumour has it that an off-shore oil drilling platform lies just beyond the horizon to the west," the grizzled older man said. He seemed to be a former military man, judging from his speech and demeanor. "Most importantly, the petroleum products available there are NOT radioactive."

The man pointed to several men gathered around the bonfire. The men all seemed to know each other; perhaps they all once belonged to the same military unit...

"You men will come with me," he said to the men he pointed out. "We'll form the preliminary scouting party."

He then turned to the remaining men and women -- all newcomers to the camp.

"If we're not back in 24 hours, it will be up to you guys to decide whether to come looking for us, or to decide that something bad happened to us -- something you can't handle," the grizzled man said grimly. "If anyone has any questions, comments or concerns, now is the time to speak up."

Silvia sat by the bonfire, she was not exactly sure how she had gotten here and into such a mess. It seemed like not too long ago she was in college talking to her boyfriend about getting married and having kids in the future... of course that world had come crashing down around her hadn't it? She was now party of a small unit that was looking for petroleum. It wasn't like she knew a damn thing about it but she was a pretty good nurse for anyone.

She wondered if they would see the old man and his sour old group again. She shivered at the thought of what would await them....

"Who's going to be the leader while you're away sir?" She asked suddenly thinking that this old man would pick someone fit for the job.

Juan De La Cruz

I heard rumours that a group of former military men were looking for people to help shore up their numbers for a scouting expedition. It tiook me awhile, but I finally found the place.

Or rather, one of the guards noticed me as I meandered along the coast looking for their camp.

"Don't move," the man said with a quiet, threatening manner. I had no clue the guy was there until he had some kind of firearm muzzle right on the back of my neck. "Do you have any weapons?"

"Uh, I have a wooden japanese practice sword," I stammered. "I mostly use it to help me find my way in the dark. I'm kinda night blind and have really poor eyesight. Does that count as a weapon?"

"No, not really," he said, with a hint of pity in his voice. "Now, turn around SLOWLY with your hands raised."

I did, only to stare right down the barrel of some kind of assault rifle.

"What are you doing here?"

"I heard a rumour that there's people offering jobs -- maybe in exchange for food or supplies," I said, truthfully. "And, well... I need food and supplies."

He gave me an open look of pitying disbelief, then motioned for me to walk ahead of him. He told me where to go, leading me to the camp from behind.

The first thing I noticed when I arrived to the camp was the disproportionate number of men in the camp. Literally billions of men succumbed to the retrovirus, and it was pretty rare to see another man -- let alone an entire group of them in one place.

The guard who "escorted" me to the camp motioned for me to sit off to one side, with another group of newcomers. I sat next to a pretty young woman with long dark hair.

After a few minutes, we were told to gather around a bonfire, where we listened to a grizzled, older man speak. His speech was brief -- perhaps a bit too brief for my liking. The woman beside me asked a question.

ultimate_nerdslut said:

"Who's going to be the leader while you're away sir?" She asked suddenly thinking that this old man would pick someone fit for the job.

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"Eh? I just met you guys. How should I know?" the grizzled old man said bluntly to the pretty young nurse. "You look smart. Maybe YOU should be the leader. Or, maybe you guys should figure it out amongst yourselves. Any other questions?"

"Uh, yeah," I said, standing up, feeling a bit outraged that the grizzled man would be so rude to the pretty young nurse. I immediately noticed that the grizzled old man is MUCH bigger than me. So, I sat back down again and figured I'd say something less confrontational. "Uhh, do you have any food? I dunno about these other guys, but I'm kinda hungry."

"Yeah, we have some food," the grizzled man pointed towards a tent that apparently held the group's supplies. "Question is, can you cook?"

"Yes, I can cook. Thanks," I say to the grizzled man as I get up and make my way to the tent. I pause to greet the rest of the group. "Uh, I'm John, by the way. I'll be over there fixing dinner if y'all need me."

"Me?" She asked when he pointed to her. She... she didn't thnk that she was exactly leader material but no one else seemed to want to step up. It was then that a man jumped up from his spot. She figured tha the would be the one to volunteer to be the lead guy to take such a burden from her.

But then it was all too apparent that that this was not going to be the case. She frowned to herself but looked at him anyway and nodded as he talked about making them some food, she was hungry and it seemed that the rest of the camp was agreed on this.

There wasn't a ton of people but it was odd... beacause there where quie a few men, not that she minded but weren't most of the men gone?

Of supposed to be?

I have been walking for a long time, and this world is mad. It was mad before but in the last few years it has gone to shit.

My name Is Jonny, Jonny Magna, and Im old, real old, about 55 years give or take a few. I have lost all my family to the dreaded R virus. Even had to kill a couple of them, but thems memories are too deep, so forgive me If I keeps them locked away from you.

So As I was saying I have been wandering for a while, using my street smarts to stay alive. Why am I heading to the nursing station, well i need supplies and now and again even an old man like myself needs human company.

I stop thinking to myself - when I spot two of them in the rock lands to my left, their hunting me I think to myself. I pull my pack tight and slip my hands into my pockets, I feel the smooth metal of my metal sluggers. (Two knuckle dusters won by me in my younger fighting days - shame I had to come out of retirement, and them for that matter ha) They slip onto my fingers and I grip them tightly waiting to see If I will have to fight this day.

Victor had seen the camp in his travels before. If he was correct, he may have even reaided it before. But he shook that out of his mind as he calmly strode into the cluster of tents and run down buildings. His stoic features set to a hard grimace, he headed toward the fires and listened in to the conversations.

Petrol? Untainted! This made his heart race. An untouched oil rig! Just thinking about all the untouched treasures sititng out on the water made him salivate. But he needed to play this cool. It was not the first time that his greed had gotten him into trouble and near death.

Victor strode out into the open, leaning on his walking stick.

"So, can anyone join this expedition?"

"So, can anyone join this expedition?"

Silvia looked up from where she stood before the group that was being left behind. "I doubt they'll let you join them... They seem to be pretty set on just going in on their own," said the green eyed brunette.

"You're more than welcome to try... but I don't know about those army guys..." She said as she got up to check out some of the supplies the men were leaving.

"I doubt they'll let you join them... They seem to be pretty set on just going in on their own," said the green eyed brunette.

"You're more than welcome to try... but I don't know about those army guys..."


Victor looked down as the brunette replied to his question. Not the answer he had been looking for, but he told himself to take it easy.

Just calm down. These guys have bigger and more dangerous guns than you do Vic.

"There any food around here? Havn't eaten in three days..."

"There any food around here? Havn't eaten in three days..."

She was surprised to hear that and so she looked around. "Someone is supposed to be cooking," she admitted but she hadn't seen him for a while... "I can see if we can get something for you... no point in letting someone starve right?" Silvia said as she thought it over...

She motioned for him to follow as she headed towards the the supply tent. She was a nurse and chose to make sure others were healthy... even if they were a little strange.

"Someone is supposed to be cooking," said the Brunette "I can see if we can get something for you... no point in letting someone starve right?"

Vic followed the woman into the tent. The last thing he had eaten were dried strips of cactus that had been baking in the sun for weeks. He had tasted shoe leather before, and this had tasted worse.

He stracted his chin and slid his walking stick into a loop on his back. "No, I guess there isn't. Victor vonBraun, at your service. I have to say, its been awhile since I've seen a woman as pretty as you."

The supply tent was busy with people trying to get things ready for the departure of those military men. And then there was that John person cooking away. She snuck in very quietly, not that she wasn't supposed to be there but she didn't want to get in the way.

She came back out with a plate of food... some meat, she wasn't sure what it was exactly but it was meat, beans, and a biscuit. She had an apple and a canteen in the other.

"No, I guess there isn't. Victor vonBraun, at your service. I have to say, its been awhile since I've seen a woman as pretty as you."

"Here ya go..." She said with a smile. "Well Victor... My name is Silvia Viorica," she said not bothering to offer her hand simply because there was no way they could do it with their hands full like this. She blushed slightly at this older gentleman. "Well thank you," she said as she led him over to sit by the fire, not that it was cold just the fire had light and it was turning from late afternoon to early evening. It would get dark soon..

"I haven't seen too many healthy men in quite a while so this whole encampment is a surprise..." She admitted.

She was wondering how all of this, the encampment, was going to make it. It would be so much worse off without those older men and yet... she was nervous to see them just leave.

It was then she heard footsteps coming towards them and she looked up to see the cooking guy.

"Hi there! I'm John, by the way, just in case you didn't hear me earlier. So, how's the food?"

"It must be good," she said motioning to the people eating it. "I'm not really hungry myself..." Silvia admitted with a grin. "My name is Silvia Viorica," the young woman said. "How are you doing?" She asked him as he sat down with Victor and herself.

An oil rig, how interesting. How very interesting. Untainted, untouched, preserved. It would have a lot more than just oil on it... although oil was most important.

But, people had lived on that oil rig, people had worked there. People had died leaving all sorts of little gadgets and gizmos just lying around. What luck, to find a preserved oil rig, to be so close to all of that tech.

What luck, indeed.

Darrel noticed the young woman, not so much for her beauty, but she seemed to be designated the leader as the group of military people had left to go on the rig. They might not come back, not without his luck. They were good as dead. He knew, he was the only one who could make it on that rig alive.

"They're leaving, with a lot of weapons... look around, there's not much left. If you're in charge, you need to start setting up watch. What if they start attacking in the middle of the night?"

He sat one seat down from her, seeing as the new cook took the seat right next to her. His voice was light, soothing despite his look. Elder, ragged, the first of gray's running into his hair. He had a large build, but not muscular, not like ex marine, just a big strong guy. And a patch over one eye, something short of a pirate.

A pirate, only one who can go and grab that booty there on the high seas.

Argh!

"Maybe, we should go around, and tell our new leader the skills we have, what we're good at. Then, she can help assign us accordingly, help keep us together, aligned."

"Nice to meet you, Silvia," I said, again smiling. "As for myself, well... I've never cooked snakes and rats before, but I guess there's always a first time for everything, neh?"

She smiled. "Wow... If I was hungry I wouldn't be now," she admitted as she kicked her large bag with her foot to make sure it was there.

"So, we're gonna be their back-up, huh? We need to figure out what kind of skill sets our sub-group members have to offer, so we can formulate a plan, in the event we might be needed to pull the badd-asses' asses out of the proverbial fire..."

"They're leaving, with a lot of weapons... look around, there's not much left. If you're in charge, you need to start setting up watch. What if they start attacking in the middle of the night?"

She was surprised at the three men suddenly all around her. The two older gentlemen sat on either side of her. She was surprised at all the attention she was attracting and had to admit that she was silently worried... but for now nothing was wrong... nothing was wrong... yes she had to say it again.

"That makes sense," she said looking to the one eyed man. "Silvia Viorica," she said to him. "I suppose that you would want to take a watch?" She asked as she looked at the other two as well.

"Maybe, we should go around, and tell our new leader the skills we have, what we're good at. Then, she can help assign us accordingly, help keep us together, aligned."

"Alright big guy... What skills do you guys have?" She asked looking around at her group.

"Perhaps we should gather our sub-group together so we can get to know each other, and figure out what we need to do..."

Vic smiled as he wolfed down the crap on his plate that passed for food here. Well, he shouldn't complain, he was about to eat his shit if he hadn't wondered in on this camp. He eyed the grizzled man sitting down next to Silvia.

Boy, he kinda looks familar. Vic thought to himself. But he didn't say anything. He usually didn't let people know that he used to run with the Road Warriors. He'd seen guys strung up by their privates for that crime.

"Well, I'm Vic. I guess that I could help run security for the camp while the millitary boys are off getting all the glory and gold." He grimaced with a slight smile.

"Well, I'm Vic. I guess that I could help run security for the camp while the millitary boys are off getting all the glory and gold."

"Alright... so you're on security... I would think that someone should help..." She said looking around. "It's not that I don't trust you," she said looking at him. "It would just be good to have someone helping you cause it can be a huge job you know?" She said.

She looked at the other two men.

"What about you guys?"

"I can do just about anything... but I think most people can these days. You need to, in order to survive. Not that my eyesight's any better."

Depth perception had been a slight problem, Darrel winked, before looking at the others. They didn't seem to be of much use, little more than refugees who could walk. But, if need be, Darrel could use them. He could use just about anyone, and get the luck needed to do what he had to do.

He had to get on that oil rig.

"Be some guard duty, maybe tally up weapons and supplies... I don't know how safe we are here, only been a day myself. Would be good thing to take inventory. You never know."

"I can do just about anything... but I think most people can these days. You need to, in order to survive. Not that my eyesight's any better."

She was looking at all of them... None of them mentioned any real talents... just stating whether they could or could not perform guard duty. She sighed... this was going to be interesting.

"Hey!" She yelled at two young women, obvious they were together... "Get a group of scouts together and check out the area for me," she said to the women. They nodded, that was what they did here... and Silvia knew that.

"Be some guard duty, maybe tally up weapons and supplies... I don't know how safe we are here, only been a day myself. Would be good thing to take inventory. You never know."

"I'm a nurse..." She said as she stood up. "Not licensed but I was studying to be one," she said looking at them. "I need to know if any of you have any real skills," she said sounding as if she was getting a headache.

"I can help you... I know many things, I can do many things, like I said. I can help with just about anything. I've lead several groups before. I know what to do."

He could sit behind the throne for a bit. It would be good, easier to get what he wanted. Not that he wanted anything in particular, or to hurt anyone. It would just be better this way, easier.

"Guns... and tech. I know more about tech than most. If we find anything, I'll know what to do."

"Anyone else? We need to figure out everyone's skill sets so we can determine everyone's roles in the upcoming operation, and how to best allocate our personnel resources."

"I guess that I'm good at weapons." Vic slung around his shotgun. "This thing ain't lethal, but it can take care of any Husks that try and show up. I've been in a few battles, with Husks and the living, and survived. Pretty good at scrounging for water and fixing any tech that we have."