After The End

[flirtatiousdrea]

OOC:

We live in a world filled with uncertainties, as these are uncertain times. Who knows what is going to happen tomorrow, who knows what will happen in the very next second....none of us do. With all these alerts going on from time to time, and two conflicts that had just happened recently, back to back, just averaging a year apart..anything could happen at a moments nottice. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a worrier, but I am a thinker.

Some of you may look at the title for the RP and may wonder what it means. No it's not a grim look at the future, but it could very well be a possible one. But also remeber this...

With every ending, there is also a new beginning....

So if anyone would like to join in then feel more than welcome, I have set no limits to characters or players here.

IC:

Everything had happened so verry fast. So fast and swift there wasn't much time at all to react. The sirens of the cities barely had enough time to sound before the looming and towering pillars of white mushroom death were filling the skies.
Who started it all? No one knew..and why...for that there was also no answer..

But all of that was over now. The End had come and had taken away so many. Maybe all life itself was gone from this once populous..and in its own way..beutiful earth. It's funny what one would take for granted when one has it, and then see what it really meant to them when it was gone.

Could I be the only survivor? And if so then why? Why should I be the lucky one?? Why not children as well...what did a child do to deserve this? My mind was wild in thought as I made my way through this lonely world, walking across what must have once been a large field of green, only now it was dusty and the grass was a sickening black color.

There was thing for sure though, I knew I had to find some place that was habitable..if there were any such places left, as the food I had in my pack wouldn't last much longer, and my water was also getting short of supply. I had found these articles of sustinance in what was once a Red Cross building. It seemed they were geting ready for what would come as the food was in protective vaccumed sealed foil packets, and the water was in the same kind of packet only not vaccumed sealed. Along with these I had a geiger counter and a protective suit made of some sort of cloth, I knew it was military issue from the emblem on the inside of the collar. And right now I was wearing the protectivemask that hadcome with it. My own clothing I wore undernath.

A few miles back I had come across an overturned pickup truck whereI had found a shotgun and a few shells.


Then overhead..something caught my eye..it looked like..could it be?? Overhead circling in the air curents was what looked like a Hawk! My God the first signs of life I had seen in a year! Then a thought hit me..if a Hawk could be out here then surely the air and the area around heremust be safe to breath in. Taking off my mask I folded the hood into the mask and placed it back into the carrier..and inhaled deeply. Yes..the air was safe to breath..I knew if it wasn't I'd be dead right now. Andmy "friend" up in the sky was doing fine as well.

"HELLO!!!!" I shouted as loud as I could. "IS ANYONE OUT THERE???!!!!! HELLLLOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

But of course...my voice echoing across the landscape was all I heard in response. I plopped down onto the ground and grabbed some dirt, watching it slide through my fingers as a tear trickled down my cheek. "Where is everybody..."

My name is Samantha Winslow...survivor....

 

[StagedFright]

OOC: Sounds like fun I'll join if that's okay

IC: It had seemed like years since Beth Thompson had any human contact whatsoever. In reality it was probably only a few months. She had quit keeping track of the days. She made the walk across her Uncles property like she had every day since she realized it was safe to leave the shelter. She knew there was nothing to find and that the few seeds she had planted would look the same as they did yesterday. Nevertheless she couldn't stay in that shelter all day, desperately searching for any radio broadcast saying other people had made it.

Ever since she was a little girl Beth had been her Uncle Christian's favourite relation. "Beth, " He'd say to her "All our kin seems to be so in love with all of modern lifes trappings that they can't even see the forrest for the trees. How any moment we could lose it all."

Beth's parents had always dismissed her Uncles ramblings as those of a crazy man. He lived in his cabin deep in the forrest and only when Beth's parents wanted to go camping would they see him. Beth took to him instantly, seeing him as a welcome change from her uptight waspy parents. Uncle Chris taught Beth to fish and taught her which wild mushrooms were safe to eat. Beth admired her Uncle's independance and rugged life and as she grew, went to college and then Law School she would always make sure to spend a few weekends a year in the wilderness with her Uncle Chris. Beth thought onto his familiar warning as she walked the land that used to be a dense, lush forrest but now looked like a nearly lifeless plain.

"Beth, if anything bad ever happens. I mean real bad. You get the hell out of the city and come up here right quick. " Her Uncle had said this seemingly every time he saw her. Beth laughed, assured him that she would, and forgot about it.

Then came the day....

Beth barely remembered it, it was all in such a panic. She had heard that another city, further east had been nuked. In all the panic it seemed like her brain just went into auto-pilot. She herded her St. Bernard, Moose, into her 4x4 and immediately started driving to the cabin. Upon her arrival she found her Uncle was gone and had left only a letter

"Beth, If you're reading this then you actually listened to your hare-brained uncle all these years. Quick and hurry your way into the basement. It's not much but I've made sure it'll see you through the troubling times ahead. My time is past but you must do what you can with the future and make sure this never happens again" Beth choked up at the thought of all the people she knew who were dead, including her favourite Uncle. She wished she had gotten some of her friends into her car but they were too scared and panicked to run with her.

Beth and Moose made their way into the basement and were greeted with what looked like an extremely modern bomb-shelter. There was food, a geiger counter, rad suits and a shortwave radio. Beth didn't want to shut the door but she knew that she had to. Sealing herself in, she began to sob.

That was almost a year ago now. The supply of food in the shelter was fine but she knew it was dwindling. She had started wondering if the huge bags of Dog Chow in the shelter were there because her Uncle knew she would be bringing Moose or because she was supposed to eat it. Beth laughed, I'll starve to death first.

Still, she was out hoping she could catch something, or shoot something or that her sad crop would start to grow.

As she made her way down to the furthest parts of the safe zone she heard something that made her knees buckle and her heart leap.

"Hello! Is anyone out there?!?!?! HELLLLO!" A human! A human was alive and here. After months of no one, no idea if the world still existed someone was finally here.

Beth was so excited that she ran through the trees towards the voice rather than respond. Finally, she replied

"Hello! Where are you? " she yelled. To be sure she drew the pistol her Uncle had left her. She was excited but scared. She had no idea who or what this person was.

 

[darrenfate]

OOC: Who can resist such a great premise? Not me! Nice job flirtatiousdrea ...



JAMES

That's right, Dr. James Burdock, head biologist is my "official" title, but here on Biosphere 3, I'm just a big old human lab rat!

Those words spoken in jest 3 years ago were during his last press conference, just before they sealed him in. The press coverage was nowhere near the level that the famous Biosphere 2 venture had created.

Biosphere 2 was the ambitious scientific project of Columbia University that created a contained ecological system, including rain forest, savanna, ocean and desert. Four men and four women occupied the biosphere without interruption for two years beginning in 1991 in an experiment that made international headlines.

Biosphere 3 was a scaled down solo version of Biosphere 2. Completely sealed off from the outside world, James sat in his own self sufficient eco system for three years diligently collecting data and performing original research that he and NASA hoped would be used someday to send manned missions to the planets. Everything was recycled, air, water, and waste.

James broke the seal on the sphere, and was shocked at the utter silence that greeted him. No cheering crowds, no CNN, not a living soul. In fact, there were signs of the nuclear winter. Snow in California should not have been present in the summer.

Reality soon dawned. They were dead. All of them, and by their own hand!

James had a grim thought. The biosphere had indeed been instrumental in transporting a man safely to an inhospitable planet. Ironically, it was called earth.

The scientist in him kicked in, first order of business - survival. He spent the better part of the next week making plans and scavenging transportation. He did some radiation readings, the levels were dangerously high, and got higher the further south he ventured. San Francisco and Sacramento lay in that direction, obvious targets. During the long nights inside the sphere that he felt horribly alone.

So the stupid bastards did it to themselves. he muttered.

James had no choice. Not a religious man, James prayed to find others still alive. He headed north in his new Jeep, away from the cities. He took four large containers of gas. Enough to get him 700 miles.

Far enough he hoped.

 

[Hiryu]

OOC: Umm i think ill give it a try if ya dont mind... i hope this isnt too much...

IC: Kaen Tarun

"Ahhhh!" Shouted Kaen as he ran through his neighborhood with his hands in the air and these things at his feet. "No, No this isn't happening to me..." he said to himself in disbelief as he turned a corner and ran down Sharl Street. He was greeted by a familiar pale mob that waddled its way tword him in a gastly sort of way. On he ran past the houses into the ravine and up a hill. "This must be some sadistic form of game show..." he thought. "Yep these last few years were all a sick form of telivised 'survivor' series"

Kaen continuted to try and rationalize what his mind would not let it self comprehend while he ran from the 'zombies' as they would be called if this were some cheezy black and white horror film... but they were real!! It was if the whole world had died and hell could not accomidate the multitude of corpses that now chased him. It seemed as if his time was running out, he was beginning to tire and there was no where left to run. At the edge of a hill his back to a almost vertical stone incline he stood looking in absolute terror as the mob surrounded him. He took one step back and his foot slipped sending him rolling down the rocky cliff and flying into a girl knocking the two of them over.

He saw a tear trickling down her face and he looked up. "No time for introductions... we need to run now, come with me if you dont want to be caught in the middle of that" said Kaen as he pointed up at the mob. He ran on into a forest not stoping to check if the girl was behind him when he heard a voice... and a click. He saw figure with pistol and it was pointing at him!

 

[flirtatiousdrea]

OOC: Welcome aboard all! Hmm...zombies huh..*L* Well maybe not actualy zombies but possible cannibals.


IC:

As I sat there quietly crying to myself as there was noone else around to cry to, not even a shoulder to rest my head on savemy own..I heard it..a VOICE! A Voice that wasn't my own actualy responding to my earlier call for a sign of life!

I stood up with the aide of the shotgun to keep me on my feet and was just about to call back and had an arm in the air ready to wave when all of a sudden..*THUD*

There I was..back on the ground again with some of guy jerking me to my feet and shouting something about running with him if I didn't want to be caught in the middle of something. Before I could say anything he was already running off. Taking a look behind me, trying to see what he was runing from...I saw pretty much....nothing.

"Uhhh...ok." Was all I said. Then turning back around I saw him standing in front of what looked like a line of small trees. He was absolutely still. But what was in front of him or near him that was making him stand so? I looked around again...I still saw nothing..could it be possible this guy was crazy?

If that was the case then I should keep moving...but wait..he is male..I heard a female voice. Someone else was here. But before going off to try and find the source of thefemale voice I stood where I was, watching him cautiously in case he weas crazed and decided to try something that would be bad for my health...like getting beaten down to the ground.

 

[poohlive]

At first Brad didn't panic. There was plenty of water, and that was something. The whole world could be crumbling apart out there, panic, pandamonium, paranoid delusions, war, riots, rape, fear, apathy. A number of scenarios with tanks running through downtown New York, or Russian soldiers marching along Sacremento, all of them more fearsome than the last.
He had water though, an entire crate of the shit. So, no matter what happened out there, or didn't happen, he had his crate of water.
Brad waited for the scientists to let him out.
It had been months, or years, or decades... probably months. He couldn't remember that well though. When he first came in here, Brad never planned on staying all too long. He thought a week, maybe two, just going along with everyone, but then the time waned, and pretty soon he was in here for years, decades, centuries.
Probably just months though.
There was no way to tell time in here, except for an old clock that stood on the wall, but he had no outside windows. And after it kept spinning around and around, he couldn't figure out if it was noon or midnight. His internal clock was all screwed up, and he had been in here for months. His only real tell of time was the crate of water.
As it kept going down, he saw time pass... and it wasn't until one day, early in the morning, or early in the afternoon, when he noticed the crate was half gone. Panic set in, small and dimished by all his other ideas floating around inside him, but it sprouted there anyway.
He was trapped in here. The scientists had to open the doors, they were sealed, he couldn't open them on his own. He was trapped in here, and he couldn't get out.
It was then, looking at his half crate of water, that he knew he had to get out of here. No one was left, no one was going to help him. Something had happened, something bad, one of those nightmare things come to life, sneering at the back of your throat. Something had happened in America, and he had survived it... but not unless he got out of here.
So, he started planning. At first, the planning was simple. He shouted himself hoarse for twelve hours in front of the magnetically sealed door. After that, he pushed on it, pulled on it, and hit it several times with various items. A desk, a chair, a shelf from the walk-in freezer.
Several large scratches were his only reward.
The crate of water grew smaller.
Brad looked into the ventilation system. He crawled up passed the grate, looking at the metal corridors of air ducts. He felt like James Bond for all of twenty minutes, until he realized that a few feet in, unless he could squeeze to the size of a quarter, he wasn't getting out. Several thick steel barricades made sure nothing got in, and nothing got out.
Centures passed by.
He was almost positive if he had some dynamite, he could escape through one of the sides. The concrete was several feet thick, but a good explosion could take that out. Maybe two or three. There was no dynamite, and he didn't have a chemist's bone in his body. All of the food and ingrediants he had in here probably would have helped make some crude dynamite.
Or nitroglycerine.
He remembered reading something about that, in Fight Club. You boil some ingrediants, and you can make nitroglycerine.
He didn't know the ingrediants though, and while the scientists had given him several books, none fo them were Fight Club, or a chemistry book. They were all about post nuclear survival and fiction of people making it after a disaster in the great United States.
Subtle hints of what was to come if they ever had to use this place.
Brad started pounding on the walls after that. At first, he was looking for some sort of weakness he could use, but eventually it turned into screaming and pounding. Each century he stayed in this prison, he felt so restrained and punctured. He had to get out, and the logic in his mind was fading fast.
It wasn't until he thought about the electricity that any sort of thought entered his mind. He thought, electricity was coming into this little habitat, and it had to be keeping the door closed. All he needed to do was cut the electricity.
He threw a lamp into the television, but that only suceeded in breaking both of them. He took a long piece of wire from out of the T.V cord, plugged it into an outlet, ran a sink of water, and stood very far away as it went in. Lots of sparks and smoke came up, several huge shots of lightening ran from out of the water.
The lights dimmed, brightened, and then blacked out.
The door clicked.
Brad ran to it, pushing it open. He pushed and pushed, the thing was slow moving, but it did finally give. His crater of water had gone down to just a few bottles, but he was out.
He ran down the long hallway, hooting and shouting. He didn't know where he was going, but at the moment, he didn't care.... he was free.

 

[Hiryu]

It took him a while to realize what had happened, who was following him and it seemed so real! Without warning they had broken down his door, they had... A thought had crossed his mind, besides... how real did the idea of being chaced through the reckage of an old city by zombies sound! No they must have been human, what else could they be? Furthermore, they must have some reason to be following him... "Posessed, Yep thats what it is... Or could they be Lawyers from another dimention come to take over the world and it's char'd remains?", thought Kaen; however it seemed that his mind was getting the best of him as he found himself questioning if he realy saw them in the first place.

Kaen had been standing there frozen for quite a while his would be assailants were no where to be seen and this lady with the gun seemed to be growing impatient. "The Vile!! They're after the Vile!" He said, patting the spot in his jacket pocket to confirm that it was still in his posession. He had been supprised after three years of isolation when he suddenly found himself being chaced after due to the formula his father had been reserching and its seedling counterpart. He would hide here in the trees yep, thats what he would do.

The wind howled and the sun was beginning to set. Kaen was starting to think that mabe it might do him a bit of good to stop staring at the lady with the gun pointed at him, she might get a little nervous or shakey with her trigger finger and get the wrong idea. He didn't realy like the idea of having holes in his torso so that left him one option... just stand there and look like a dummy? Say something you wierdo!! What the heck do you think she's waiting for? You've been standing there for ten minutes with a gun pointed at you and you've yet to atleast say hello?! thought Kaen. "Umm... err... Hi?" he managed to say, not realy sure about how to realy innitiate actual conversation after having no one but himself and innanimate objects to talk to throughout the last few years. So there he stood his head tilted to the side curiously awaiting a responce.

Next episode on Strange Zombie Eating Plant Grower, thought Kaen. Episode 2: The attack of the mundane plot! Will Kaen ever move? Or will he continue to stand like a frozen popsicle! "I realy need a hobby", Kaen whispered to himself.

 

[StagedFright]

Beth Thompson

It had been so long since Beth had said something to another human being. Making her way through the trees she could barely contain her excitement. When she reached the end she was shocked to see a disheveled and dirty man knock into a young woman. The man then proceeded to pull her up and shouted something about going with him.

Beth was terrified. I guess being out here has driven some people crazy. Drawing the pistol nervously she hoped to god she wouldn't have to use it. She had only fired it once before at what she thought was a Deer. Trembling as she approached the two, Beth pulled back the hammer and pointed the gun at the man.

"A-ll-right" she sputtered in what she thought was an intimidating voice "Get your hands off her!"

She stepped forward towards them. Not noticing the root sticking out of the ground she stumbled and the gun discharged harmlessly into the air. Frightened by the round going off, Beth dropped the gun as she stumbled to the ground.

 

[Hiryu]

OOC: I'm not realy sure what im doing or where the story is going so if anyone wants to tell me how we should develop this story, I realy wouldn't mind following your lead. I tend to get confused easily when some one isn't giving me orders... wait, that didn't come out right did it?!

IC:
Ok! Here I stand in the middle of the woods between to two bueatifull women, possibly the only life left in this vicinity. One of them has a pistol on me and the other a shotgun at her side. Dun' this just beat all? Oh the Irony! Mabe I was better off with the mob?, thought Kaen. He took one look at the woman with the pistol in front of him and another to the one with the shotgun behind him. His head was beginning to grow warm and everything seemed to slow down.

Confused and afraid Kaen decided for some odd reason that he better run. Mabe he thought in his delerious state that some how he could out run bullets. Whatever the case was he took off at a mad dash away from the two armed women... right into a tree. "Oi this is turnin out to be a great day" said Kaen as he stumbled backward. The world began to spin and Kaen passed out from the combination of his feverish state and the concussion that he had just given himself. Even as the strength began to leave his limbs, his hand continued to grasp a pendant around his neck as if to part from it would pry his very soul from its earthly shell. It was his mothers once, and that was all he had of her now. Father's Seedling, Mother's Pendand...

As the world relinquished its crushing grasp on Kaen's concious mind, he began to dream. It was his life, before then. He was only fifteen then, still somewhat of a kid-- some people would say he still was if they could see him now-- life had been so peacefull. They would run through the sea of trees that resided behind his house, Mara and him. Not a care in the world and filled with innocience they would hide behind trees and wrestle with each other playfully as they had since they first met when they were just little children. This was how life went on where he lived; however one day they lay on their backs in the grass looking up throught the trees. Kaen had begun to see Mara in a new light and lately they had become a little more than just friends.

Kaen continued to dream and he reminiced the hot summer days they would spend in what seemed to be an endless daze. He thought of the last time he saw her. It was three years ago only minutes before the disaster that would be the end of civilization as he knew it. They were laying on their backs looking up at the sky and he was whispering into her ear. She turned her head tword him to the right and he looked deep into her eyes. Kaen smiled at Mara and his lips brushed against hers. Wraping his arms around her he embraced her in a passionate enveloping kiss; however as he broke from her loving embrace he could see the reflection of the burning city through her deep blue eyes. The next thing he remembered he was alone running from her memory that continued to haunt him.

OOC: For clarity sake, I'd like to say that the place with in the dream is a park behind Kaen's old house.

 

[poohlive]

Two days later, Brad finally calmed down enough to figure out what had happened. First, he was so glad just to get out, that he had run for most of the day, and passed out along a road. He woke up hours later, tired, hungry, and thirsty. His whole body ached.
During the next day he went back to the lab, trying to see if there were any others, or any scientists to help him. There was no one though. Most of the rooms were empty, and a few of them looked desacrtated.
Under the lab, where the small cells were kept, a ton of displays showed each room. He saw one that looked familiar, with the door open. It was his. The others ones were all closed. He saw dead bodies in some, others were empty, but one, a woman was kneeled in the corner of the room, crying or screaming or something. There was no sound, so he didn't know.
After a few minutes of trial and error, he found the button that pushed her door open. He ran over to her, and saw her still in the corner, slowly moving back and forth. She was crying, and speaking softly to someone, although no one was here.
Brad knelt down, seeing her tear streamed face. She must have been like this for days on end.
"Hello?"
She continued to speak, her eyes were wet and filled with something, looking far off into the distance that didn't exist in her tiny room.
"Hey, are you ok?" He put his hand on her shoulder. She screamed at this, throwing him off of her, and recessin back to the corner, trying to get away from him. Brad just stood there, dumbfounded, unsure what he had done.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," She calmed down, going back into her trance. She was like the others, dead, only still breathing. Her mind had snapped inside this room for too long.
There was nothing left at the lab, so Brad left. He went outside, and found a small market store. In there, he got some water, some dried food, that didn't look too bad. The stuff in cans should be good. The meats and other things were rotten and moldy, but the canned goods looked all right.
He opened up some cold chili, and ate it with his fingers, as he began reading yellowed newspapers.
Centuries and centuries of prison torture turned out to be something like three years. He had forgotten when they dumped him into the cell, but from what he could tell of the stories, and of the after effects, he must have been underground for a good two years.
Except, these were old newspapers... He didn't know how old, but they were outdated too, just like him. It could have been two years, or five, or even ten. Everything was dead and desolated.
He had to find people. Some people must have survived, it just couldn't be him and that crazy woman down there.
He grabbed some supplies, a tent, a sleeping bag, some more food, water, and other essentials he thought he might need, and headed out on the road for the next town.
It seemed like as good a plan as any.

 

[flirtatiousdrea]

As the woamn fired off a shot she droped the gun in what seemed like fright. The man between us made a dash for it then...right into a tree. What..did he think he couldwalk through wod or something? Shrugging I held the shotgun by the stock, the barrel pointed towards the ground at a slight angleas I held up my other hand and began ot make toward thewoman, I doubted the man would be in much of a talking mood...

Slowly I approached her and knelt down beside her, gingerly I took up the pistol and held it out to her, placing my shotgun on the ground. Then with that free hand I placed it upon her shoulder, my voice was a soft whisper. "Are you alright?"

I hope she was, so far other than that man over there she was another survivor. And not just that but the first one I had heard since I left home a year ago. Although...for some reason..I couldn't remember much about it.

Looking her over I could tell she wasn't suffering from malnutrition or a vitamin defficiency..not like I probably was. So she was making it somehow.

"My name is Samantha Winslow..." I said to her softly. "Is there anyone else with you?"

 

[StagedFright]

After falling, and watching the man she had attempted to shoot run into a tree, Beth's pride was hurt far more than she was in her trip to the ground. Rubbing her scuffed knee, Beth was surprised to feel the woman's hand on her shoulder and asking Beth if she was alright.

"My name is Samantha Winslow, is there anyone else with you?" she asked. Beth, in spite of herself, found herself focusing on the hand on her shoulder. It had been months wihtout any human contact and even the fleeting touch was a welcome change of pace.

"No, sorry, but it's just me and my dog up here." Beth said "and you, I guess and...him" Beth said as she reached for her gun.

Gosh, Beth thought to herself, Samantha looks so pale and skinny. I guess the end of the world will do terrible things to a complexion. Beth chuckled as she realized she had almost no idea how she appeared. She was wearing a dirty t-shirt and jeans and her auburn hair had grown down to her shoulders.

Beth wiped her bangs out of her eyes as she started to speak

"So, Samantha Winslow, are you from a town? Are there other survivors?" Beth asked with hope. Now that the excitement of their initial meeting had died down, Beth was starting to contemplate the idea of other people and a chance to re-join society.

 

[flirtatiousdrea]

"A town..not exactly..I come from a small suburb just outside Chicago..or at least what's left of it..."

I sighed and sat down in front of her, letting go of her shoulder. I looked again to the man. "I don't know who he is...and as formy home..ummm..I umm..don't remember much about it...just bits and pieces...."

"So it's just you and your dog huh.." I tried not to sound dissapointed..but to no avail. It was easily detectable in my tone. Well at least she had a dog..better than going through this alone.

"I know we just met and all but..do you have any food to spare?" Great..first..well maybe second I've seen but first survivor I heard..and already I was sounding like a begger.

 

[StagedFright]

"I know we just met and all but do you have any food to spare?" Samantha asked, her eyes getting wide. Beth chided herself.

Here's this poor girl, who looks like she hasn't eaten in weeks, Beth thought, and here I am worrying about my hair. A flleting moment of avarice ran through Beth's mind as she remembered the dwindling supply of food at the shelter.. That was instantly put out of her mind as compassion and the longing for some human companionship took root. Beth stood up, wiped some of the dirt off her knees and smiled.

"well, Sam, can I call you Sam?" Beth continued without waiting for an answer "If food can be dried or canned odds are I've got some of it. Water too. It's back at my cabin, about a quarter-mile north. Do you think you can make the trip?"

When Sam said that she could, Beth reached down for her hand and pulled her up to her. Beth had overestimated Samantha's weight and pulled her a little closer than she intended. For a few seconds Beth stood a few inches away from Samantha, staring into her eyes and feeling her hot breath on her cheek. Again, Beth was shocked at how much she missed being around other people. Beth stood there a few seconds longer before breaking out of her daze.

"Uh.. heh, uh" Beth stammered suddenly very self-aware "Well, while you're dining at Chez Beth, what should we do about him"

Beth pointed to the unconscious man on the ground. He seemed crazy, and maybe dangerous, put he was still another human.

 

[flirtatiousdrea]

"Well..we can't leave him here..he said something was chasing him.." I shrugged..chasing him or was he chasig himself? "Maybe we could makea litter out of something..."

As we stood there contemplating what to do I couldn't help but smile...just the touch of anotherhuman andthe nearness was making me feel giddy. Or ws I starting to go crazy. Nah, just giddy. Giddy and Happy that I found someone out here in all of this.

 

[Hiryu]

The grass was slightly moist where Kaen lay and the trees waved in the wind as if they were whispering to one another. Above the three survivors a hawk circled looking down on them with a trout clutched by the tail in its beak. It's eyes looked about examining the features of the three people when its gaze stoped on Kaen. It looked over him a couple times while it circled the three people and flew upwards. It flew in a loop downward tword Kaen as if to perch on the leather band around his shoulder; however the fact that he was laying face flat in the grass didn't help the hawk's efforts. The hawk quickly pulled up at the last minute as not to slam into the ground and looked around for another place to rest it's tallons.

The hawk perched itself on a branch above Kaen. It seemed irritated as it droped the trout square on Kaen's head. Kaen however,he was still out cold and showed no sign of movement. The hawk looked down agan and flew down to Kaen. It landed right in front of him gave him one sharp peck to his sholder where the leather shoulder guard was and flew back to its perch on the near by tree.

 

[poohlive]

Brad hadn't thought much of anything out at all. He was surviving, yes, but little else. He had food, water, and was in good health, thank the sweet lord for his smallest of favors, but that was it.
On a small country road, something loud cracked in the distance. Brad ducked, thinking something was coming after him. He turned around, eyes wide open, thinking in his mind that crazy woman had somehow followed him, and was going to crush his fucking skull in.
No, it was a small deer, who had stepped on a twig. She looked at Brad for a moment, losing her balance on the hard blacktop. Her legs sprang out in all directions, found footing, and she darted off like a distant breeze.
Brad's first thought was that he had never seen a deer before. It looked so beautiful, and so scared. His second thought was that he needed protection. That could have been anything behind him, crazy woman or deranged cannibal, or zombie. He didn't know who was left, good or bad.
The next town, he'd find a gun, something more than suitable to take care of anything that tries to sneak up on him.
So, that is what he did, in the next town. He found a sporting good store, and rummaged through it for weapons. Shotguns and rifles and handguns, they all seemed good for him, but he didn't want overkill. Brad the Road Warrior seemed a little over the top, so he just settled for a rifle over his shoulder, and a small colt at his back.
Leaving the store, looking at one of the displays he saw a radio. That's when it hit him he really hadn't been thinking much at all. He went back inside, grabbed a cb, some batteries, and went back out to try it.
Static at first, he played with some knobs, tried some dials, turned to all the channels.
"Hello, if anyone can here me... this is Brad Merrin. If anyone is out there, please respond...."
He repeated it on all the channels, hoping if there was a coast guard, or army base left open they would hear. Or, on the off chance, if someone had a radio on.
After several hours though, it didn't seem very helpful. He took the radio with him, the static seemed as good a companion as any, wandering the streets. He took off out of town again, trying a little more east this time. More small towns, and more chances for others.
He kept the radio with him, always on, calling out his name, and asking for help every few minutes.
"Can anyone here me?"