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[Albion]

He continued to inspect it. "This bad boy had a wood handle, which is good. Those things are pretty damn easy to make, so long as you have the proper materials and tools. I suppose power tools are out, but maybe one of those old timey carvers."

 

[Coco Adel]

He continued to inspect it. "This bad boy had a wood handle, which is good. Those things are pretty damn easy to make, so long as you have the proper materials and tools. I suppose power tools are out, but maybe one of those old timey carvers."

"I have a keyhole saw and a knife, but you might find yourself carving for a while, they aren't very big" Lithia unfolded the saw and knife and the file for good measure from her swiss army knife and handed it to Eric and shrugged "Sorry it's all I got,"

 

[Spoodermanultra]

Scott thinks about why the dude at the party decided to save us... then he realizes.


"Lithia, i know why. he was drunk, nothing else. he just saw the first group of people and decided to go with them. he wasn't just drunk too, he was SMASHED. he spent the whole night getting into that position, after all."

 

[Albion]

"I guess while I walk I can carve. It works, I suppose."

 

[Coco Adel]

Scott thinks about why the dude at the party decided to save us... then he realizes.


"Lithia, i know why. he was drunk, nothing else. he just saw the first group of people and decided to go with them. he wasn't just drunk too, he was SMASHED. he spent the whole night getting into that position, after all."

"I guess your right,  still for a guy expecting the end of the world, this certainly doesn't look like it. I mean I watch documentaries about this stuff people get warehouses, cabins, bomb shelters or even just their basement stocked to the T with supplies and he...acts like he just figured this out yesterday...he was pretty smashed though wasn't he?"

 

[Spoodermanultra]

"I guess your right,  still for a guy expecting the end of the world, this certainly doesn't look like it. I mean I watch documentaries about this stuff people get warehouses, cabins, bomb shelters or even just their basement stocked to the T with supplies and he...acts like he just figured this out yesterday...he was pretty smashed though wasn't he?"

Scott was thinking about how he must still be back in the windshield, and the thought of him rotting away to nothing but bones kinda freaked him out. "he better be happy he's not alive right now, because he would have the ABSOLUTE WORST HANGOVER."

 

[Albion]

"Nah, nah, you've got it all wrong. That dude? Coked out of his mind. I've seen it before, in some old cranky businessmen." He looked around and decidedly shrugged to himself, grabbing a good branch and beginning his work on the new axe.

 

[Spoodermanultra]

(Oh wow it's 11:30 where i live. better go to bed. Good night, peoples! see you in the morning!)

 

[Coco Adel]

Scott was thinking about how he must still be back in the windshield, and the thought of him rotting away to nothing but bones kinda freaked him out. "he better be happy he's not alive right now, because he would have the ABSOLUTE WORST HANGOVER."

"Speaking of which, we've all pretty much managed to avoid taking about the fact that there is a van full of dead people near us...what should we do about the does? You know after we figure out if they have anything worth keeping on them," She Sighed." Wow that sounded really, really aweful right therr but still...what?"

 

[Soz]

King woke up groggy on a couch he didn't recognize, in a room that was completely unfamiliar with.   

What on Earth is that smell?  Ugh, who hurled in the living room?

King got up slowly, and walked to the kitchen.  No one was there.  Why did everyone leave?  Didn't someone live here?  Odd, but not the most odd situation King's ever found himself in.   After getting a glass of water, he left back through the living room through the front door.   As soon as he opened the door he could smell the air had changed.   Wreckage was everywhere, cars were totally overturned.   The cul de sac of houses must not of been much more than a few sports fields out of the blast.  

Holy shit.  What the fuck.  What am I going to do? I should get out of here as quickly as possible.  There hasn't been a second strike, but that would mean I'd die if it's on it's way.   

King reached in his pockets, and found a set of keys, cellphone without reception, and his switchblade.  Where was his car?  He glanced around finding his nice BZR with a telephone pole smashed in it.  He ran over to it, and struggled with the passenger door a bit.  After getting it open, he found his camera bag, and his backpack.

FUCK. Time to employ the skills of a misfit youth.  I don't like Honda, but this car will have to do. - He thought to himself, as he turned to the only car he could see.   I really hope whoever owned this pos isn't broke, and put gas in it.  -  he continued as he approached while taking off his belt.  King then forced the belt past the seal of the door.  Now, for something to reach the lock with.  He ran back inside the house and darted for the bedroom.  Finding an old wire hanger he ran back to the car.  He got it open in a single try. I still got it! haha... I'm not sure if I should be proud...  

He got in the driver seat, and using the hanger pried out the lock cover.  Thank god this was an older model he could jimmy.  After getting the car started, he saw the gas was just over three quarters full.  King looked at his cell to see there was a half filled out contact with the name, "Lithia" and a number.  He hit save, and saw he didn't have reception, but with the car started he could get it.   King drove the only way he could with the poll sticking out of his nice car blocking the way.  

Note to self.  If I live, don't park around poles.
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After driving for a short length of time on the edge of the city he finally got a few bars of service.  Excited he frantically text to Lithia,
 

• I don't know who you are for real, but who leaves a man on a couch during fucking sirens?!  SERIOUSLY!? Are you with others, and do we know anything about the attack?
  

 

[Coco Adel]

"Nah, nah, you've got it all wrong. That dude? Coked out of his mind. I've seen it before, in some old cranky businessmen." He looked around and decidedly shrugged to himself, grabbing a good branch and beginning his work on the new axe.

"Coke, alcohol,  doesn't really matter now does it...the world is the ending...or at least America is, we don't know if everyone else was bombed right? Maybe if we can find a car we can go to Canada, Mexico or...South America,  yeah South America sounds nice, its warm, far far away from here...how far an radiation travel anyway?" Lithia sits down and looks up at the sky, all red and smoeky from the distant fires and smoke, still hearing sirens off in the distance." You think anyone else is alive out there?"

 

[Albion]

"Probably. And that brings me to my next point. We need to settle somewhere, right? This place is good. The city should have enough food to last us while we set up a little farm, and I'm good with construction, was getting my degree before the war. We could build a wall around our little place, keep any undesirables like wolves or bandits out, and we would be set! Er, being optimistic of course."

 

[Coco Adel]

King woke up groggy on a couch he didn't recognize, in a room that was completely unfamiliar with.   

What on Earth is that smell?  Ugh, who hurled in the living room?

King got up slowly, and walked to the kitchen.  No one was there.  Why did everyone leave?  Didn't someone live here?  Odd, but not the most odd situation King's ever found himself in.   After getting a glass of water, he left back through the living room through the front door.   As soon as he opened the door he could smell the air had changed.   Wreckage was everywhere, cars were totally overturned.   The cul de sac of houses must not of been much more than a few sports fields out of the blast.  

Holy shit.  What the fuck.  What am I going to do? I should get out of here as quickly as possible.  There hasn't been a second strike, but that would mean I'd die if it's on it's way.   

King reached in his pockets, and found a set of keys, cellphone without reception, and his switchblade.  Where was his car?  He glanced around finding his nice BZR with a telephone pole smashed in it.  He ran over to it, and struggled with the passenger door a bit.  After getting it open, he found his camera bag, and his backpack.

FUCK. Time to employ the skills of a misfit youth.  I don't like Honda, but this car will have to do. - He thought to himself, as he turned to the only car he could see.   I really hope whoever owned this pos isn't broke, and put gas in it.  -  he continued as he approached while taking off his belt.  King then forced the belt past the seal of the door.  Now, for something to reach the lock with.  He ran back inside the house and darted for the bedroom.  Finding an old wire hanger he ran back to the car.  He got it open in a single try. I still got it! haha... I'm not sure if I should be proud...  

He got in the driver seat, and using the hanger pried out the lock cover.  Thank god this was an older model he could jimmy.  After getting the car started, he saw the gas was just over three quarters full.  King looked at his cell to see there was a half filled out contact with the name, "Lithia" and a number.  He hit save, and saw he didn't have reception, but with the car started he could get it.   King drove the only way he could with the poll sticking out of his nice car blocking the way.  

Note to self.  If I live, don't park around poles.
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After driving for a short length of time on the edge of the city he finally got a few bars of service.  Excited he frantically text to Lithia,
 

• I don't know who you are for real, but who leaves a man on a couch during fucking sirens?!  SERIOUSLY!? Are you with others, and do we know anything about the attack?
  

Lithia jumped halfway out of her skin when she heard her phone beeping, meaning she got a text message. She looked and saw the message "Oh my god, someone's alive and...they have my number somehow?" She read the message and texted back hopefully they would get it.

• Sorry we didn't leave you on purpose, this guy, maybe he was drunk maybe he was coked out, we haven't decided yet, but he just grabbed up and stuffed us into his van when the sirens went off we didn't really know what was going on until we left, apparently we just got out of the nuclear war, someone bombed us and now, we think the world might be ending. Where are you? Are you near the woods?
  
• @Albion
  

 

[Soz]

• Sorry we didn't leave you on purpose, this guy, maybe he was drunk maybe he was coked out, we haven't decided yet, but he just grabbed up and stuffed us into his van when the sirens went off we didn't really know what was going on until we left, apparently we just got out of the nuclear war, someone bombed us and now, we think the world might be ending. Where are you? Are you near the woods?
  

King read the reply, and already knew what happened.  

• It was heroine.  Probably alcohol.  How is he doing? And I'm in a car.  I can be where you need me.  Give me something to go on, and I'll do my best to meet up.  Btw, any idea as to why my number was half saved on my phone?  I don't make it a habit of putting numbers in my phone.  I usually just remember them.
  

Some strange shit is going down.  A nuclear war?!   Oh well.  What we gonna do?

[This is the last post from me for the night.  I'll timeskip to the group tomorrow.]

 

[Coco Adel]

King read the reply, and already knew what happened.  

• It was heroine.  Probably alcohol.  How is he doing? And I'm in a car.  I can be where you need me.  Give me something to go on, and I'll do my best to meet up.  Btw, any idea as to why my number was half saved on my phone?  I don't make it a habit of putting numbers in my phone.  I usually just remember them.
  

Some strange shit is going down.  A nuclear war?!   Oh well.  What we gonna do?

[This is the last post from me for the night.  I'll timeskip to the group tomorrow.]

• Really? How do you know that? As for why my number is in your phone, I don't know. I don't remember giving out my number at the part but, I'm kind of what you'd call an info broker, people call me when they want to know things,  petty things mostly, finding lost property, finding out if their S.O. is cheating on them, maybe you had a problem and someone gave you my number. Anyway we're at a cabin in the woods, it looks like we're east of of the city, do you have GPS on your phone? If I turn mine on, since we're texting you can find me, but we have chargers so I can't keep this phone on forever.

 

[Soz]

Might as well get the address while I can.  Let's see...
 

• Turn GPS on, get the nearest address, and send it to me. Dim the screen, put it on silent, no vib.  Kill any extra processes it's running, and don't forget to turn off GPS after you get the address.  We don't know if the network will go dark at any time, but we might as well use the resource while we have it.
   
  

[// Felt like I had to close the conversation though to make the timeskip more feasible.  This really is the last reply tonight though.  sleeeeeeep]

 

[Spoodermanultra]

"Probably. And that brings me to my next point. We need to settle somewhere, right? This place is good. The city should have enough food to last us while we set up a little farm, and I'm good with construction, was getting my degree before the war. We could build a wall around our little place, keep any undesirables like wolves or bandits out, and we would be set! Er, being optimistic of course."

"Yeah..." Said Scott, obviously agreeing with Eric. "Yeah... Maybe we could use the wood from this cabin! it's just an idea. and now that i think about it, Eric, you're the one that's good with woodcuttin', right? woodcuttin' goes with construction, yeah? you can... use... *sigh* the hatchet. BUT, you can only use it when you need to. if you lose this, i'll never forgive you." He was very serious. his grandpa died a few weeks before the bombings, and he had just gotten it, and it for some reason skipped his dad. it was VERY valuable to him.

 

[historic]

Mavis watched Lithia pensively, noting how her phone still seemed to work. She stepped back and looked around the living room. The cabin seemed like it was left in a hurry, plates and silverware still left in the sink and some of the lamps and lights still on. The power seemed to be working... She looked around for a TV, but didn't spot one here.


Mavis wandered the hallway, poking her head in the rooms keeping an eye out for a TV. Then she saw one in the bedroom, tucked in the corner. Quickly she turned it on and found that the screen simpler said in white letters: "No Service". A cracked phone on the floor caught her attention. She turned it on and luckily, just luckily, it didn't have a passcode. But the battery was draining.


She chewed her lip and looked at the text messages and quickly found one, in all caps, saying: "DID YOU SEE THE NEWS WE'RE GOING TO HEAD TO A SHELTER YOU SHOULD TOO". The reply was cut off, only reading: "GET AWAY FR". But, besides that, she could find nothing.  "Scott! Lithia! Someone! Come over here and look at this! There might be a shelter nearby!"

 

[Spoodermanultra]

"Wait, whaaaaaaa? SHELTER!? Scott hurried upstairs, found Mavis and looked at the phone. he was shocked, yet excited, and fearful all at the same time.


"i dunno... they could've meant any shelter. it's not like all people here were paranoid of the apocalypse. they could've meant their basement, if anything." He realized how rude that sounded. "sorry, i'm kinda being negative here. i apologize."

 

[historic]

Mavis hummed quietly in reply. "That's true, but we shouldn't rule out possibilities without any further investigation. You aren't being negative, just cautious. But we do need to relocate, either back at that house or somewhere else. We need to find people, or at the very least supplies and hide," she pauses and looks up at him,"who knows how much radiation we are absorbing here? I believe a basement underground would be a better place than above ground. But I don't know that much about radiation, so I may be wrong."

 

[Albion]

"This means there are others, which means there are bad others. Even if we find this place, what are the odds it's infested with baddies and we all die?"

 

[historic]

"The odds of that are low. Chances are that they're either dead, or survivors like us. I doubt they'd be the bad guys. It'd be stupid for the nation nuking us to drop their soldiers in the fallout. The survivors might be spooked, but we'll just run or convince them we're friendly," she turned to Eric and Scott. "So, you guys think there are any civilizations nearby? It doesn't matter if it's just another cabin."

 

[Coco Adel]

"Wait! We can't leave yet, someone is alive out there, they're texting me right now and they're on their way, we just leave them out there by themselves" Lithia stands up, kind of worried a shelter was sure to have more supplies and it was a good opportunity but she did't think they should just leave yet, not while someone was out there and on their way "Besides, he says he has a car, wouldn't it be easier to drive than walk?"

 

[Spoodermanultra]

Scott looked over at Mavis, then at Lithia, considering the options. he knew this was going to come down for a vote, and he had his own idea.


"How about this? We find someplace with a basement, if the cabin doesn't have one already, and then we can update our location to the dude with the car? That way, we don't become sitting ducks to the radiation, and we get a car."


He thought this was a good idea. But if the cabin didn't have a basement, they were screwed. the radiation would get to them if they didn't find good shelter, and the cabin itself wouldn't protect them forever.

 

[historic]

"Hm," Mavis regarded Lithia's and Scott's words. "It wouldn't be logical for them to have a basement here, since they left. I'm sure that we will not walk too far away from the GPS spot you sent that person. I don't think it would be too hard for him to catch up. We'll stick to the roadside, it wouldn't be too hard for him to find us, non?"