Epoch: After the Comet Passed

OOC: Looking for a one on one RP. Its scenario is this:

'Peter Freebourne has been in a coma for 5 years after a mishap off a 4 level building at work. He awakes to a strangely empty hospital. As he struggles into a wheelchair and wheels himself down the silent and empty hospital hallways to the open front door he notices that the computers and lights and equipment is still running. Yet he is the only one around. He moves outside to the roadside and is amazed to see a road littered with cars but no sign of people. He picks up a yellowed newspaper with the headlines of 'Comet tail to pass through Earth'. And that is where the scenario starts'

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Name: Peter Freebourne
Age: 25
Sex: Male

IC

West Palm Springs, Dale Country CA USA

He read the newspaper heading again, shaking his head in disbelief, "Comet trail to pass through Earth". He tried to read the rest of the article but everything but the heading had faded enough so he couldn't make anything sensible out.

Peter looked along the road. Cars were all along the road, in the middle, on the sides or even on the pathways. 'What in the fuck has happened here? Have I been out this long and am the last human alive?' It was eerily silent, nothing except for his breathing could be heard and the slight rustling of the late morning wind.

The last thing he remembered was that day he was on the rooftop of his work building trying to talk down a fellow work colleague who was suicidal after being fired. Peter remembered the sneer on the colleague's face as he charged at him....and then feeling the effect of falling....wind rushing up at him and the dark blackness seeping around him, taking hold of him.....

And then he had awoken in that hospital bed. 'How long have I been out for?'. His body felt good, no pains no hurting. Peter just didn't want to take chances with his legs yet. Now he had to decide where he would go?

He realised he only lived 10 mins away from the hospital just on the outskirts of West Palm Springs. He wondered if he would see any living thing anymore?
Only time would tell.

And so Peter maneuvered around the roadside obstacle course with his wheel chair in the direction of his residence.

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OOC: If anyone is interested PM or post interest here.

*helpful bump*

This sounds intriguing ... but I'm not sure what it is you're looking for.

Good luck with it!

{{{huggs}}}

DM x

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DeliciousMaiden said:

This sounds intriguing ... but I'm not sure what it is you're looking for.

Good luck with it!

{{{huggs}}}

DM x

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Some one being reading John Wyndham's The Day of the Triffids?

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Thankyou DM and Why.

Phoenix Prime your welcome to join in. DM what I am looking for is a female survivor that escaped the wrath of the comet tail.
My character escaped as his mind was dormant in a coma at the time Passing. If anyone has watched a movie called 'The Night of the Comet', it is similar to that except for the zombies.
This thread will run concurrently with my major project Syrophenikon but I would love to have both yourselves Why and DM to join in.
Character developement is up to yourselves. It is a thread about survivalism.

IC: Peter Freebourne

Peter Freebourne had finally made it to his street that was almost empty of cars on the road except for two or three. As he wheeled himself down the street in the wheelchair, he saw houses with windows and doors open. But again no signs of life.

"Hello!" He screamed out.

His voice pierced the air sharp and loud. But again silence met as his answer.'In the name of God, what has happened on Earth?' Peter finally came to his unit complex. The front foyer door was open and in the late morning air he could smell the putrid taste of rotting food waif from the door until it was picked up by the soft breezes off the Pacific and scattered.

Peter moved the wheelchair nearest to the steps as there was no ramp for wheelchair access. 'Here goes nothing,' he said to himself as his fingers wrapped around the rail and he lifted himself up. The first thing he felt was bones crackle and pop from non use for a while and a steady pulsing feel as he applied pressure to his legs. Peter felt unsteady for a few moments and clung to the metal rail. 'It's all in your mind, Peter. You'll wake up and be in your bed home, knowing it was a bad dream.' Somehow, Peter knew that that would not be the case.

The uneasiness passed and Peter tested his legs and feet by lifting and making test walks. 'At least my legs work,' he chided to himself. It would of been a funny sight for anyone passing to see a young man in a hospital dressing gown hold on to rails and hobble up steps. But today, no body was around. Petar was alone or so he thought.

He made the 5 steps and slowly letting use reclaim his legs he walked in through the doors. The front door system was supposed to be an automatic open and close system, but the system was not functioning. The putrid smell became stronger, and he turned right at the hallway to the Lift.

Peter pressed the Lift switch and he was surprised to hear a whirring sound and then a movement down as the Lift apparently worked. At least some technology works, he mused. The door of the lift opened and Petar was greeted with a sight of what appeared to be dried out blood on the walls and mirror of the lift. He stepped in mindful that his feet her bare and saw little blood on the floor of the Lift.

'Okay, No people, no fall out that I can see, a newspaper heading talking about a comet, and now dried out blood on walls. Hmm,' Peter pressed his level and the door closed with a snap and he went up. The lift was shaking and Peter wondered when the last time the lift had been serviced.

Finally the Lift came to his level and he walked out and again was met by the silence. 'Where's Mrs Palmer to spy on who comes out of the Lift? Where is D'Silvastro to ask me for some cigs? Damn it's so bloody quiet.' He made his way to his door and saw the door was closed. Trying the door knob he found the door locked. Swearing under his breath, Peter realised that his clothes and belongings would still be somewhere at the hospital. 'Why didn't I remember that than!'

Suddenly it dawned on himself then, that he kept a spare key on top of the door in an alcove hidden. Reaching up into the alcove, Peter sighed in relief. 'At least the key, is where I left it.'

He opened the door and his eyes had to momentarily adjust to the semi dark room unit. The blinds were drawn, the TV was on but the only thing showing was a message saying 'We are experiencing difficulties. Please standby.'

Peter shut the door behind him and went to the blinds and opened them. the view showed Los Angeles in the far distance, still almost covered by the onstensible fog. 'Somethings never change huh," he thought to himself.

No planes, no helicopters, no bloody birds. Nothing silence. He opened the window to let in fresh air. Was it like this all over the world? Was it like this in his home country Australia? Who knew?

He moved over to the coffee table and picked up the remote. Flicking through the channels only saw the same thing, the same message or snowy static. He shut the TV off with a grunt. He walked over to the stereo and turned on the radio, he turned it to the news channel. Nothing. Silence on all bands and frequencies.

Peter moved to his bedroom. The unit he lived in was a two bedroom apartment on the 7th level of a 10 level complex. His bed was made up and dying flowers in vases on the window sill.

A dropping feeling overcame the depths of his soul. 'My mum had been here. Now she is gone as well.'

He stared into the mirror on a stander and saw himself haggard, bony and looking like he had just woken up and that he had to a brand new world.

Peter was 6f4, had dark deep green eyes and sandy brown hair. He had been of stocky built but now he had lost alot of weight. He took off his dressing gown and moved into the bathroom. 'I wonder if the Hot water still works?' he questioned himself.

He turned the shower on, first the hot tap....and waited and waited....and slowly steadily yes there was hot water. Peter smiled to himself. and turned on the cold tap and when it was just right stepped in and closed the shower screen behind him.

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Why said:

PVodogaz: I would love to BUT and it's a big but I am having trouble keeping up with the threads I have going at the moment. To start another *sigh* I feel I would let my writing partners down...

I am tempted though, as I am by a couple more threads, but will have to pass. Good luck though.....

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Why,

That's a shame. I would have liked to write with the likes of you. I am what you call a sci-fic/apocolyse/futuristic/humanist writer.

This thread covers the latter 3. Syrophenikon covers the former. I hope in the future you and I can meet in a thread as writing partners.

Cheers,

Petar

*helpful bump*

Have Pmed you Petar.

Have seen your other main thread.

The OOC alone is awesome and way beyond me.
Sci-fi isn't a strength of mine.

{{{huggs}}}

DM aka Marianne x

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DeliciousMaiden said:

Have Pmed you Petar.

Have seen your other main thread.

The OOC alone is awesome and way beyond me.
Sci-fi isn't a strength of mine.

{{{huggs}}}

DM aka Marianne x

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Marianne

Sent a reply to your PM and its a shame...its going to be a fun thread. So will this one.

Talk to you soon

Petar

IC: Peter Freebourne

Peter Freebourne stepped out of the shower cubicle after a long and much needed hot shower. Wrapping the towel around him he again looked in the mirror and combed his hair through his thick wet mane that his long hair had bacome.

'I gotta do something about this hair. Can't stand long hair,' he thought aloud to his reflection in the mirror. Reaching down to the first cabernet drawer he opened it and saw that the hair dressing razor he owned was still in place. Peter plugged it into the power-point. 'Here goes 5 years of growth', he smiled.

Slowly but steadily and surely he drove the razor into his long hair. Tuffs and streaks of wet hair fell into the basin in mottled pieces. Soon Peter had cut most of his hair off, making it even on the top and sides and back. The person who looked back at him in the mirror was starting to look more appealing to glance at. He put down the razor once he was finished and took the bottle of shaving cream that was in the drawer and shook it. 'Next is this damn beard,' Peter said.

Peter washed a shaving blade under cold water and started shaving. He started already feeling good after the shower and now felt even better. He shaved slowly only leaving a goatie on his chin, as he had before the accident at work.

He smiled at his reflection and nodded his approval. Putting down the blade, Peter cleaned the hair from the basin and placed it in the bin next to the cabernet. He leaned down and turned the cold water on and washed his face thoroughly.

He looked back up and was happy with what he saw.

"Well hello there, stranger, long time no see." Petar said to his reflection jovially.

Taking the towel from around his waist he wiped his face and kneck and stood naked for a moment. He moved out of the bathroom and into his bedroom and went to his wardrobe. Opening it he found a set of jeans and a buttonless shirt to wear. 'This will do'

Peter dressed and felt the pangs of hunger start to hit him and not to forget being thirsty. After dressing he walked to the kitchen and could smell the beginning of rotting food come from the fridge. Peter's mind started working out plans for survival and ideas.

First thing first, was to get sustainable food and water, and then look for survivors. As he thought of these things, Peter rummaged the pantry and found still good beans and crackers buscuits. He started to eat voraciously and as he did he turned on the tap and let it run for a bit.

'After I eat, I will head to the supermarket and get what I need.'

DM and PP anytime you two are ready to post your characters fire away. I will keep posting mine still have some parts to go with him until he meets someone

Cheers

Petar

Okay Petar, will get to work on my character and post it very soon. *S*

I'm interested as the thread sounds interesting.

I'm headed out of town until next Monday but if there's space then I'll certainly jump in. I'll try to think up a character idea and post it this evening or tomorrow before I leave to see if it meshes with the others, if that's all right.

I hope I can speak for Petar and welcome you to the story coyote. *G*
I'm working on mine now. Damn is it getting long. *chuckling*

Oliver Winchester III:

Oliver Winchester III is the scion and namesake of the founder of Winchester Repeating Arms, the lever action rifles of cowboy fame and the military and sporting arms of today. Unlike his great grandmother who'd build Winchester House in California to confuse and lose the ghosts of all of those killed by her father's firearms Oliver has no fear of the dead.

However, he has developed a distaste for today's Me first society and retired to a mountain estate on the California side of the Rocky Mountains. With the advent of the computer age and telecommuting it's no longer, or at least rarely, necessary for him to put in an appearance at the corporate offices, especially as he's semi retired and works primarily on R&D for the company here at his retreat.. Now most office time is done via the computer and teleconferencing.

Now Oliver spends his free time improving and enlarging the home he had build, much as had the actor Dennis Weaver, into the side of a mountain and into a huge cave he stumbled over on the estate as a teenager.

In between his building projects Oliver used his Master Degree in Mechanical Engineering and B.S. in Chemistry to dream up and experiment on new firearms for the family company to produce for the military or civilian sporting arms market.

Naturally Oliver, along with the rest of the world, was well aware of the approaching comet, but,since it was to pass Earth without impacting it, he too mostly ignored it. Unlike many he had no plans at all for a "Comet's Tail Party" or to watch the micrometorites from its tail filling the sky with shooting stars. Even the President of the United States was hosting a party for luminaries, celebrities, and members of Congress the White House lawn and had convinced several corporate sponsors to do the same in the Mall and around the Reflecting Pool for the general public, but no party for Oliver he had a problem nearly solved.

Instead Oliver spent that night deep in the cave perfecting his new caseless ammunition and the rifle he'd developed to fire it, tinkering with both the military version and the civilian one. As usual he worked until to tired to continue, napped on a bed in the cave's workshop and test range, grabbed a bite after sleeping and went right back to work again.

Five days later, jubilant at his final success with both the ammunition and the weapons Oliver emerged into the world again. His first impression as he stood on the deck that overlooked the valley where the estate was located was the unnatural quiet.

Other than the breeze rustling the bushes and shrubs around the deck and the leaves of the trees in the vicinity there wasn't a sound to be heard. Not a bird nor an insect noise broke the eerie silence. He shaded his eyes and scanned the sky looking for birds or insects, even high flying planes, but there was nothing to be seen, just as there was nothing to be heard.

Perplexed, but not really alarmed, Oliver went to his bedroom and undressed as he looked out over the valley below unconsciously seeking any sign of movement, any at all; however, there was none to be seen.

Carrying his shorts and t-shirt to the hamper and dropping them in it he took a long and lazy hot shower, shaving while he was there. Then he dressed in a pair of jeans, another t-shirt, socks and chukka boots and went to the computer room to catch up on anything he's missed. Had a company emergency arisen they would have called after a computer summons or two were ignored, but since no calls came in while he was working it'd most likely be the usual things like should we, what do you suggest type things waiting for him.

When he booted up and logged online he was surprised to find nothing waiting for him since the day the comet had passed and everyone had celebrated the Earth passing through its tail. He was even more surprised to find no emails since that date.

Picking up his phone he smiled at the dial tone, at least that was normal. He hit the speed dial for the offices and waited with growing impatience as it rang and rang unanswered. As he waited he used the remote to turn on the flat screeen HDTV and the satellite box. He sat staring in shock as nothing was on any of the myriad of channels available to him.

Eventually Oliver came to the realization that there was no one out there, that perhaps he was the last person alive. Apparently something to do with the comet had killed all or almost all of life on Earth. It took awhile to come to grips with then then Oliver decided to go looking for any other survivors.

But there were things to do first. It took him three months to get back into tip top shape. He wasn't to badly out of shape in the first place, However, Oliver was 5'11" and there wasn't any fat at on his 180 pound body it was all just toned muscles from his in house gym workouts and, now, 5 miles of running twice a day.

In between times he assembled supplies from the in house armory and weapons collection, made up several thousands of rounds of the new caseless ammo and also some regular ones for other firearms he'd be taking "just in case" any surviors were less than friendly and wanted what was his.

Oliver's first foray was into Bakersfield, about 140 miles from L.A. and the closest big town to his place. He didn't see anyone along the way, nor any animals. So far the only animal life he'd spotted were bats on his evening runs and figured if they were underground, as he'd been then, perhaps there were human and animal survivors.

A stop at a gas station let him know that he'd at least be able to get fuel until the tanks had been emptied. He topped off the tank of his Hummer 4x4 and checked the local phone book for the businesses he wanted and wrote down addresses.

The first stop was at a sporting goods store. With no one around he just broke open the door with the Hummer's front bumper, back up and went shopping. He got two good sleeping bags, two air mattresses, freeze dried food just in case, two of the virtually indestructable Xeon flashlights and nearly a case of batteries for them and other things too. A propane stove and camping cookware, a big first aid kit, a propane lantern and all of the gas cylinders he could find finished his shopping in that store.

Oliver next went to the pharmacy and added painkillers, multivitamins/mineral bottles, sunblock and skin creme, more bandages and first aid supplies and even several boxes of Kotex for his first aid training had taught what good large area bandages they made.

Next Oliver went to a gun shop. He had all of the long guns, like rifles and shotguns, that he'd need, but handguns were needed. He looked them all over and decided to carry three, but to take them all and all of the ammunition on hand for everything too. As "carry guns" Oliver chose a Paraordance .45ACP semi-auto pistol with for it's "man stopping" ability and its fourteen round magazine capacity. That went into a belt holster at his hip. In a shoulder holster he put a Smith and Wesson model 29 .44 magnum with a 6" barrel. As his ‘backup' he picked a Smith and Wesson .357 magnum with a 4" barrel that went into a belt holster in the middle of his back. He also took all of the speed loaders and extra clips he could find.

A foray into the back rooms and stock rooms gave him a Randall Model One and a Model Fourteen knives that their owners would never pick up. Since they are each handmade they're amongst the finest to be had. Apparently this shop catered to law enforcement because he also found boxes of ammo for his pistols and other calibers maked "Law Enforcement Only" and took every one of those too. Some where hollow points and some, for the two magnums, were armor piercing. He loaded all three he'd be carrying and left the store.

His last stop of the day was at the local armored car company. There he searched around until he found the ignition keys and took them to the parking lot. He picked the newest one on the lot, a year old model, and located the keys for it out of the bunch he'd gathered. Oil, water and battery were checked, it was started and he drove it to where he'd parked the Hummer then transferred most of his shopping things into the armored car, locked the Hummer while laughing at his paranoia but figured better safe than sorry.

A short drive to a motel with attatched restaurant and Oliver had a place to stay for the night. He fixed a meal from the canned goods in the restaurant, picked up a book from the lobby, locked the armored car and went to bed after a shower. A bit of reading and he fell asleep.

The next morning the restaurant supplied breakfast before he drove to a shop and got a 40 channel CB and linear signal booster and a short wave radio. It took several hours to install, but now he could monitor the air waves as he drove and they scanned seeking a signal.

A change of clothes from a nearby store, a stop to top off the fuel tank and Oliver headed the 150 or so miles to L.A. to see if anyone could be found en route or there and along the way he'll be on the look out for other possible survivors too.

coyotepondering said:

I'm interested as the thread sounds interesting.

I'm headed out of town until next Monday but if there's space then I'll certainly jump in. I'll try to think up a character idea and post it this evening or tomorrow before I leave to see if it meshes with the others, if that's all right.

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Hello Coyote and yes welcome aboard.

DM has pulled out of the thread and so I call again a interested lady to playa counterpart character for me .

Any queries post here or PM me.

Cheers

Petar

IC: Peter Freebourne

With a full stomach and an water bottle strapped to his belt, Peter Freebourne, found himself just outside his apartment complex. In his left hand he held a list of survival gear that he would need in the coming future.

His first idea was to go into town at West Palm Dale and do his shopping needs there, but seeing it was just past Midday on his watch and knowing sunset was not until 7.30PM at this time of the year he changed his mind and decided on the 10 mile trek into LA.

'You need a car, mate, not like anyone will be using these on the roadside anytime soon,' Peter chuckled to himself.

He checked each car for keys and finally found a red Camaro that had still a tank full of gas. He got in and turned on the engine....and it started on the first go. 'Yes!'

Peter had locked his apartment door just in case - yes paranoia. He had brought cash with him - again a habit, something he felt he would not need. As Peter drove slowly down on the street to Palms Road the main road of his town, he knew the fastest way to LA was the highway.

The middle of the day sun beat down relentlessly on the landscape around him as he drove and no clouds filtered the sky. As Peter moved on the highway that was suprisingly thin of cars, he switched on the car radio, and moved the dial through all bands and frequencies....and again nothing but static or numb silence. Until....

"God has forsaken his children. Maybe God did not even exist, only in humanity's mind, to create an all powerful being for our pleasure. If God exists, why did he caste Epoch down on us, to wreak its wrath on us? Am I alone? Anybody out there?......"

Peter stopped the car in the middle of the highway in shock, as the male voice faded and disappeared, he tried desperately to get the voice back. 'So there are survivors, either together or spread out. This man was a preacher bloke. Yes! Thank the Gods, I'm not the only one. The voice sounded American, North East Coastal, I think....okay there is hope out there.' Peter gave up, he had lost the frequency. But the voice had filled Peter with new found hope.

The rest of the journey into LA CBD remained uneventful. It was just on 1PM when he arrived at the shopping district. He stopped his car at a set of nearly deserted traffic lights that were flashing red. Only two other cars with doors open stood close by. Again the wall of deep silence hit Peter. On a normal day, this part of LA would be packed with people, sightseers, tourists, business men and women and LA locals. Today.......Nothing.

Peter had always been a law-abiding citizen but now a new era of humanity had began. An era he still had to work out and adapt too. So he rationalised that breaking into any closed stores, was for his safely and needs and welfare. He looked down at his list and read the list again;

Light sources with batteries and charger
Long lasting food stuffs and cans
Self-protection arms
Matches and Gas tank
Fill up extra bottles of gas for car
Get as much water bottles as you can get
Clothing, sleeping bags and apparel

The list covered most of it. Peter walked down the street and looked up at the skyscrapers. Silence. He saw the sun glint off the windows of the tallest buildings. Was he alone in this city of millions? 'Best not to think about that, Peter, just concentrate on getting what you need,' he told himself.

Peter came to a Men's Clothing Store, the door was locked. He looked around and saw a large thick arm length branch that looked strong enough to smash through the glass embroided door. 'Hope there is no alarm,' Petar said inwardly. He shrugged, as he picked the branch up and smashed at the glass door.

The noise of shattering glass pierced the silence like a cut. This noise was followed by the howling of an alarm system. 'You got your answer,' Petar said through the din. He clenched his teeth for the noise of the alarm was loud and bore into his skull with its beatings.

Peter looked around the store, saw that they fitted his size and began to pick out pairs of clothes. Jeans, shirts, underwear at first. When he had the first armful of clothes he took them to the car, opened the boot and put them in bags that were in the boot. He went for more clothes and he took a crow bar with him. 'Damn Alarm, gonna shut it down my way!' Entering the shop again he moved into the employee section and found the alarm panel. He raised the crow bar and smashed the panel hard. After the third hit, the alarm went quiet. The deep silence returned and the throbbing in his skull slowly dissipated.

He took more pairs of clothing, a nice jacket for the colder months coming and 2 solid rancher boots his size. He took them to the car, putting them in the boot and took a pen from his pocket and the list, crossing out clothing. 'One down and more to go,' he said to himself.

Peter eyed a camping store that was just around the corner and he smiled. He would get what he needed and then start looking for survivors. He proceeded to get what was on his list which took him 2 hours and a full boot and back seat of the car. It was now just after 3PM......

And then he heard it. Making him jump and his heart race.

Three gong sounds tolled.

DONG........DONG.....DONG.....

Peter realised that it was the automated church bells at the local cathedral church of St. Marks. He sighed, the sound had just made him realise that he missed getting weapons for protection. For it was a new world out there and dangers may be out there.

He decided he would drive around to find a armoury store.....

IC: Peter Freebourne

On the westside of the main district of LA shopping palizade, he found what he needed a gun-store. Stopping the car he got out and approached the store cautiously. And lucky Peter did so, for when he looked closely the front door was ajar.

It was now just after 3PM, and Peter did not want to drive back to his town in the darkness. Who knows what comes out after dark, a chilling thought ran through the recesses of Peter's mind.

Inside the store, he saw the store light's flickering, on and off. His gut feeling told him that someone could be inside.

"Hello, anybody in there?"

No answer. Silence. Pete breathed deeply in and open the door even more, his eyes in tune for movement. The flickering yellow white light gave the store a almost surreal atmosphere. Just get what you need and get out, Peter, an unbidden thought rolled like a bulldozer through his mind again.

Peter went over to the gun case, that was open. Guns and ammunitions are missing! So other people survived in the surrounding area, and were also taking his precautions and preparations.

He found a hand-gun with a pack of 100 bullets and placed it in its casing and then in a tough bag. He found a gun holder and a rifle and took them as well. Finally his eyes fell on gold embroided sword and he took that as well.

Peter just wanted to leave the store and it's eerie feeling. For there were survivors and from the looks of things, they were not going to be friendly.

He quickly walked back to the car placing the bag in the passenger seat. He saw the lengthening shadows play across the building's surface. I should go soon, Peter thought to himself.

But he thought of the St. Marks church and earlier. Something that the voice on the radio had made Peter want to go to the cathedral. For what he did not know yet. Peter sat in the driver's seat and made the decision before he would leave LA, he would go to the church.

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10 minutes later......

Peter had parked his car infront of the church. Empty but not silent. For through the closed double crossed doors of the church played soft music, church alter music.

What in the name of God is going on, he asked himself. From the ammunition bag he took out the handgun, cocked the barrel and loaded the bullets. Forgive me God, but who knows what is on the other side. Better to be safe than sorry.

Ready, Peter climbed the steps one at the time. He reached the doors and pushed softly against them and they pushed and opened inwards. The first thing to hit him in the face was the smell - burning incense. The next was the alter music. He stepped in and his eyes adjusted to the glazed different coloured light that seeped in through the picture windows.

Oh my God! He exclaimed almost aloud.

For, in the front 3 rows sat what he presumed were people, in cloaks and there heads covered in hoods. But the strange thing was they had not moved or even turned around when he opened the door and entered. Peter gripped the gun and held it in a ready position.

Slowly so slowly, Peter walked down the center aisle toward the front of the church. An uneasy feeling and one of sorrow threatened to overwhelm him, but Peter held it back, in control of himself.

Still the figures sat unmoved. What is wrong with these people? Peter looked at the alter and saw that there had been/or will be a service. And then his eyes saw the statue of Jesus on the cross. Is that blood? Red liquid was streaming down from the open eyes of Jesus onto his chest and on the ground at this feet was a chalice, filling up with the blood, or whatever the liquid was.

"What in the name of Sweet Jesus is going on here," Peter screamed out.

No answer. Nothing, just the incense and music. Peter turned to one of the hooded people in the front row and his hand reached out and touched the shoulder of the first person in the row.

Peter blanched in utter horror. When Peter had touched the figure, like a puppet the figure turned to him, the hood coming off and what was seen was not a face but a skull with maggot larvae for eyes and maggots seeped out from the nose, the mouth and eyes.

Peter began to back up and move to the doors. And from nowhere but from everywhere a deep voice spoke;

"Do not be afraid child. We will not harm thee. Epoch came, Epoch delivered a new plague on mother Earth and the sentence has been past. Become one with Epoch, and your faith will be revitalised. Come child, come be one with Epoch."

Peter did not want to stick around. The door began to close, he was 10 feet away. He made a run through the doors and just made it as the double thick doors shut with a deep groaning slam.

Am I still in the Coma? Is this some sick twisted dream from the meds their giving me? Wake me up. But when he pinched himself he only felt pain, he didnt wake up. He ran down the steps two at a time and came to the car. He looked back at the church and nothing was following him.

Peter caught his breath and shook his head. What is this name Epoch? The comet? He would need to get newspapers or media tapes to find out. The LA Library.

The time was 3.30PM. He had time, he would find reports and piece together what had happened.

A word of advice and clarrification

Hi all,

This thread is not sci-fic (certain elements were at the beginning, yes) but more a disaster story.

Please if any questions PM me or PP or post here. A maximum of six to this thread for it is going to work well with a small number.

Cheers

Petar

Nice last post PV. *G*
Good to have someone/thing to worry about. *L

PhoenixPrime01 said:

Nice last post PV. *G*
Good to have someone/thing to worry about. *L

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Hi and Ty PP,

::Grins:: I thought I may as well introduce a certain danger/ warning that the new world is a dangerous place.

If you have any dangers to add, do it, the more spice we give the storyline, the more realistic and the more challenging and fun it becomes.

I gave Kat a suggestion for her to use in her first post. We'll have to wait and see if she does or not. *chuckling*

*AFK notice*

Petar has asked me to inform you all that he has been called away on a family emergency.
Expected return is not yet known, but he will be back as soon as possible.

He sends apologies to all his co-writers.

Marianne

Thanks for telling us Mari.

I'll hope that the emergency is resolved in a positive way for him.

As I'm not in LA as yet I'll continue my journey in the direction hunting for survivors to get us in the same area at least. When I get there I'll stop until Petar returns to us again to take up his tale with us.

PP

Welcome PP01

*fingers crossed* for his speedy return!

Mari x


(Sounds like a good course of action

BTW:

I know Petar is still looking for a female co-writer if there's any interest out there!?!?