deborahscribe
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The calendar in the basement under Susan's store read November. Two months, it had been since the...whatever the fuck had happened; she had marked off each day. She actually didn't want to come out, but the shelves in the cramped basement where she had spent the past two months with her daughter were nearly bare, and the water was down to three gallons.
It had begun on August 28th, she remembered that much, although few people, if any, had understood just how far south things were going to go. The news had come that the oil taps in Saudi Arabia and Iran had been blown up. By the end of the first week of September, gas was $4.29 a gallon and the country was on high alert. On September 10th, Tehran, Tel Aviv and Mecca hit one million Fahrenheit, and the shit hit the fan.
Fuel rationing. Rolling blackouts. India and Pakistan having their own nukeout. It was at that point in time that even Susan, who wasn't really a devotee of geopolitics, realized that it might be a good time to hunker down. She ran a small grocer, with a pretty well-hidden basement. So on the 15th, she began moving supplies down into it. When the riots came and the phones went dead, Susan brought her daughter Rosie down into the basement, and locked it tight.
The next couple months were spent huddled in darkness much of the time. From time to time they women heard the store above being ransacked. Susan still listened to the radio--the commercial stations were off the air, but some shortwave was still working. Then the stations had gone off the air one by one. It seemed like the whole world had gone apeshit, with every regional, religious and racial feud bringing down one nation after another.
It had been four days since the women had last heard anyone above. Susan decided the time had come to see what was left of the world in their city. So, slowly and quietly, Susan undid the latches that held the floor-panels in place, and emerged into the store.
It was raining hard outside, and there was no one that Susan could see. She beckoned Rosie out to join her. The store was a near-total loss; she had expected that. Across the street, the buildings were burned out. Rainwater was pouring in through a hole in the roof. The two women, smelling rank and having been unbathed for weeks, brought up soap and washed themselves. Most of the store's clothes had been left, so they found fresh garments...
This thread is open to male characters. I will play the two women. It's a dark, gritty world after everything's fallen apart. You can bring in pretty much any kind of male...though I imagine in this fallen world, most who come upon Susan and Rosie will have only one thing in mind, and won't take no for an answer. Could be gangs, bikers...maybe the country has been invaded and there are enemy soldiers. No freakish mutants, tentacle monsters, etc. Enjoy.
It had begun on August 28th, she remembered that much, although few people, if any, had understood just how far south things were going to go. The news had come that the oil taps in Saudi Arabia and Iran had been blown up. By the end of the first week of September, gas was $4.29 a gallon and the country was on high alert. On September 10th, Tehran, Tel Aviv and Mecca hit one million Fahrenheit, and the shit hit the fan.
Fuel rationing. Rolling blackouts. India and Pakistan having their own nukeout. It was at that point in time that even Susan, who wasn't really a devotee of geopolitics, realized that it might be a good time to hunker down. She ran a small grocer, with a pretty well-hidden basement. So on the 15th, she began moving supplies down into it. When the riots came and the phones went dead, Susan brought her daughter Rosie down into the basement, and locked it tight.
The next couple months were spent huddled in darkness much of the time. From time to time they women heard the store above being ransacked. Susan still listened to the radio--the commercial stations were off the air, but some shortwave was still working. Then the stations had gone off the air one by one. It seemed like the whole world had gone apeshit, with every regional, religious and racial feud bringing down one nation after another.
It had been four days since the women had last heard anyone above. Susan decided the time had come to see what was left of the world in their city. So, slowly and quietly, Susan undid the latches that held the floor-panels in place, and emerged into the store.
It was raining hard outside, and there was no one that Susan could see. She beckoned Rosie out to join her. The store was a near-total loss; she had expected that. Across the street, the buildings were burned out. Rainwater was pouring in through a hole in the roof. The two women, smelling rank and having been unbathed for weeks, brought up soap and washed themselves. Most of the store's clothes had been left, so they found fresh garments...
This thread is open to male characters. I will play the two women. It's a dark, gritty world after everything's fallen apart. You can bring in pretty much any kind of male...though I imagine in this fallen world, most who come upon Susan and Rosie will have only one thing in mind, and won't take no for an answer. Could be gangs, bikers...maybe the country has been invaded and there are enemy soldiers. No freakish mutants, tentacle monsters, etc. Enjoy.
