Apocalypse.

[Roland Bishop]

Roland walked through the city, the wind softly blowing through the streets. His gas mask tightly fashioned to his face. Though there was not real dangerous gasses, the mask allows for good face protection against the dangers of the wastelands. His pistol hidden under his jacket, ready for any attack that may come.


As he continued down the abandoned road, dead cars on either side of him. Nature slowly seething through the cracks in the road and footpath. The day seemed a boring one.

 

[InkyDarkness]

A figure appears from behind a small building. She limps towards a taxi, her right knee was bent in an odd direction as she moved, her jeans a tattered mess of black cloth as she continued towards the taxi.


On closer inspection of the taxi its windows were smashed in and the door on the left hand side was missing.


Upon reaching it she lent against the boot of the car, her hand bashing at her side. Her jacket was smoldering, tiny embers dispersing into ash as she bashed at the fabric. With a huff of annoyance she stop patting at the jacket and looked up at the cloudy sky. In a swift movement she had jumped onto the boot and was now resting against the cold metal as she let out a shaky breath.

 

[Roland Bishop]

As Roland continue down the road, he spotted something in the distance. A person leaning against a taxi. To actually see someone in the wasteland was rare enough, but for them to be friendly was a one in a million chance. Everyone out here was hostile. The young man decided that he would investigate. Moving to the side of the road, opposite of the person in the distance he quickly approached, gun in hand.


Once he was closer, Roland yelled out to her. "Hey." The yell was mainly to get the attention of the person so he could get a better look of them. All the while his hand tightened around his pistol that was hidden behind his back.

 

[InkyDarkness]

She flinched at the noise, causing her to hiss at the sudden movement. Her hand instinctively resting against her injured leg. Ignoring the obvious pain, she sat up. Propping herself on her arms and off of the metal, her head swiveling about to pin point the noise. Her gaze stopping with widened eyes as she saw the figure across the road.


In soft response she replied "Uh..H-Hello?"

 

[Roland Bishop]

Slowly moving closer, Roland loosened the grip on his pistol. The person was easily identifiable as a girl, and an injured one at that. Even if she did look a bit weird. "Are you injured?" He asked, even though it was obvious enough. He just wanted to keep her talking as he moved closer, just encase she was to attack him. "I can help you if you are, i just need to know if you have any weapons on you. There is a hospital nearby where we can get some bandages."

 

[InkyDarkness]

"Well, Uh yeah.. My leg" she states bluntly nodding to the stranger. Her eyes trained on him, clearly darting about as she observed him for signs of danger. It is whilst she holds eye contact that a strange glow around the iris of her blue eyes can be noticeable.


After enough observation she breaks the eye contact and with a shaky hand she reaches beside her self slowly pulling a leather strap from around herself and pulling off her satchel. "It's r-really not an issue. I-I think I have something in here.." Keeping a trained eye on him she pulls out a tiny roll of cloth and holds it in her left hand whilst grabbing at something else in her bag.


"I had no intention of using it.." she says as she pulls out a small florescent dagger and softly drops it beside her on the car. Nodding towards the stranger, she proceeds to slide off the car and on to the ground moving away from them in surrender.

 

[Roland Bishop]

The young man moved closer to the girl, quickly grabbing the dagger and tucking it into a pocket inside his jacket. At the same time he put away his gun into the holster hidden by his jacket. "Pass it here. I'll wrap it around your leg. You keep an eye out for anything or anyone else. It's not very safe around here." He moved closer to the girl, stopping at arms length, holding his hand out for the roll of cloth.


At the same time as this, he was quickly looking her over. He noticed two things. Her hair was tinted blue, instead of being all brown. Her eyes where also not very normal. They where an electric blue. Though it was very strange, it didn't really ring any alarm bells. There was plenty of things out in the wastelands that where stranger. But he made a mental note to ask her about it later.

 

[InkyDarkness]

She watched with a worried expression in her eyes as he took the dagger "I-I um..-" She cut herself off and shook her head, outstretching the hand with the badges in it for him to take. Composing her self she asked"So not safe huh? I've not seen anyone till now..." as she watched the long stretch of street beside them. Whilst occasionally sneaking a glace at him surveying his rather 'battered' look. 'He's Clearly been here awhile..'

 

[Roland Bishop]

Roland took the bandages from her. He then bent down and got on one knee. "Try and stay still. It may hurt a bit while i am wrapping your leg up." As he wrapped the girl's leg up, the young man couldn't help but be a bit tense. Though he would never willingly leave someone injured and alone, he was also bent over with his back presented to her. If she had another dagger, it would spell the end for him. But at the same time, actually meeting someone who was friendly out here was a godsend. After being alone for so long, he was willing to take that risk.


"So, what is your name?" He asked, as it wouldn't be very polite or nice to just call her girl.

 

[InkyDarkness]

Ignoring the small amount of pain as he wrapped her leg she'd continue to keep watch, glancing a couple of times at him and his handy work. Examining his posture she'd see he was a little tense 'Least I'm not the only one worried' she thinks before his question stops her thoughts. Causing her to stop for a moment before answering "Oh that? I'm X-Xenos.." Her name rolling of the tongue with a small amount foreign accent to it "You can call me X if its easier though.." she mumbles afterwards rather quickly.

 

[Roland Bishop]

Xenos? Strange name. Roland thought to himself as he continued bandaging up the girls leg. "You can call me Bishop." He told her as he finished bandaging her leg. Standing up with a soft grunt, he was glad that she didn't have another knife and hadn't stabbed him. Deciding that it wouldn't be a good idea to keep X's knife, just encase they ran into trouble, Roland opened his jacket to pull out the knife and give it back to her. Once he started pulling it out, he noticed something strange. The knife was gooey.


Pulling the knife out of his pocket, the gooey'ness was very obvious. "What the heck is up with this knife?" Roland asked, holding the knife out to X with a confused look on his face. Looking in the pocket that had the knife in it, it was full of goop.

 

[InkyDarkness]

Nodding at his work she tested her weight upon it, finding it to be at least a little less painful. "Bishop huh? Ok, Well thanks for that" the corners of her mouth moved slightly in a small appreciative smile.


Looking at him however her eyes followed his line of sight to the knife, her smile instantly faltering. "Oh dear.. I- I'm sorry about that, should've warned you..s-sorry" She stutters, grabbing the knife off of him delicately and putting it in the small sheath on her waist band. Her other hand beginning to scratch at her arm nervously. "It hasn't ruined your pocket has is?" She asks timidly while sliding over to her bag to grab something to help. Shaking her head as she digs around in the small satchel 'Stupid..stupid.. should've warned him, I hope that stuff hasn't made a hole in his pocket already..' She thinks, remembering when she first put the thing unsheathed in her bag. 'Burnt a hold right through it..'

 

[Roland Bishop]

Quickly taking off his jacket, Bishop held the jacket out in-front of him and looked at the goop in his pocket. He watched it slowly melt though his pocket and fall upon the ground. "Ok. What the heck is that stuff? " He asked as he inspected where the pocket used to be, making sure there is no more goop before putting it back on. "Seriously. What kind of knife would produce goop?" The confusion could be heard inside his voice.

 

[InkyDarkness]

Coming up with a small jar from her bag she looks over to see the goop on the floor. "I-I'm S-so Sorry..Its the rest of your jacket alright?" she asks looking up at him as she crouches to collect the goo in the jar. "I-I'm not actually really sure myself, and I was to scared t-to tell you when you put it in your pocket.. its r-really corrosive.." Standing up she moves back to put the jar in her bag before slinging it back over her right shoulder and standing beside the car quietly her head downcast.

 

[Roland Bishop]

Roland sighed as he listened to X's explanation. He then brought his hand up to his head to rub his forehead in frustration, but instead his hand met his gas-mask. Seeing no reason to wear it as there where no threats around, he quickly took it off revealing his attractive face, but instead of his usual smile, it clearly had a look of frustration on it. "Ok. So you have a knife that makes corrosive goop. Eyes that i was not going to mention, but are clearly unnatural. Your not a normal person, are you?" He asks, wanting to get some answers out of this girl as soon as possible.

 

[InkyDarkness]

Her hand goes up to her cheek, rubbing away a splash of faint florescent light blue. "My eyes? What do mean..?" She looks up at him, small puddles of the florescent liquid in her eyes, as she takes in his actual appearance. Registering the rest of his words she shakes her head lightly with a puzzled expression. "M-maybe I'm not...I-.." The last of her sentence is barely a whisper as another 'tear' rolls down her cheek, her palm wiping it away instantaneously. "I don't remember.."

 

[Roland Bishop]

Roland let out another sigh and shook his head. He really didn't want to make her cry. The fact she didn't seem to remember anything made matters worse. "Look. We can figure that out later. Just..... Don't cry." He said as he looked around, making sure that there was still no threats around.


"Alright. How about we head back to where i am staying. Perhaps after a night's sleep and a meal you will feel better." Though normally he would never invite someone back home so quickly, he felt bad for the girl before him, and wanted to help her.

 

[InkyDarkness]

Wiping again at her cheeks and shaking them away slightly she looks up at him. "I-I don't want to be a hazard to you.. You've already helped me enough.." 'Hes really kind.. I can't keep annoying him like this.' Ignoring the small thought of self pity she watched him for response filing away the question of 'Sleep?' for later.

 

[Roland Bishop]

Roland stared at the girl, refusing to budge. "No. It's alright. You have memory loss, and all you have in that strange knife. It wouldn't be safe to leave you alone. Especially at night." Taking one last look around, he started back the way he came, but after a few steps, looked back and said with steel in his voice. "Come on. Grab your stuff and lets go."

 

[InkyDarkness]

Cautiously she stepped forward from the car and watched him as he stopped. Nodding vigorously to him she followed, keeping her head low and whispering thanks under her voice multiple times.

 

[Roland Bishop]

As the pair walked though the streets, Roland keeps an eye out for any dangers, but it seems that it is mostly clear. Having been though here a lot, he knew that the area was mostly boarded off to try and contain the zombie outbreak, but they where plenty of other ways they could get in then just the streets. Broken buildings, alleyways, ect.


"So, what is the last thing you remember?" Roland asks after a while of walking in silence. The pair had slowly started to leave the heart of the city and started to get to a more residential area.

 

[InkyDarkness]

Following him through the walk she had remained quiet, taking in the area and silencing her shock at when the sun began to disappear from view.


Jolted slightly by the sudden question she thought hard before forming a short response and blurting it out haphazardly "S-Ship..Crash.. I-I'm not compleltly sure.. that that's what it was, b-but I woke in it and it was on fire..I was on fire.. well my jacket was. and then I saw the knife and it burnt through my bag.. which is why I-" she stopped for a moment to compose a sentence better " N-not much really.. at-least not of much u-use."

 

[Roland Bishop]

Before X had even finished talking, Roland's head snapped to the side to look at her, his look of utter confusion back on his face. "Wait. What? Your ship crashed? Where they any other survivors around?" He asked, thinking that she either meant a plane or boat of some kind. "It would be too late to look for them anyway. It would be nighttime by the time we got back, and i don't have the food, water, or room for more then two people."


In truth, he barely had enough for one person, let alone two. But he didn't want to worry the girl. Not only did she lose her memory, she was also in an accident. He figured it would be best not to stress her with any worries. There was plenty of food in the city, it was just a matter of finding it and moving it a long distance. "The house is just up ahead a few blocks. we should get there about twenty minutes before sundown. It may not look that nice, but it can protect us well enough."

 

[InkyDarkness]

"o-Others? oh um no.. just me."she replied,looking at his expression with a worried glance. 'Nighttime?.. I hope it doesn't mean what I think it might.' she thinks to herself looking around at the shadows forming around them.She already felt goosebumps on her arm just looking at the darkness that had begin to seep out like the vines on the sidewalk. Something about the sun falling played on her nerves, something about it going down didn't seem right. 'Very odd..' she said looking at the purple infused clouds.


Removing her eyes from the sky and shoving the fear down she looked over to the man. "I can't express my thanks enough Bishop.." she whispers to his back. 'At least the first person I met wasn't as scary as i thought they'd be..'

 

[Roland Bishop]

"You may be thanking me now, but your going to have to work to earn your keep. Don't worry, it won't be anything too hard. Just helping me gather food, protecting the base at night, and collecting water." He told her. Though it sounded simple enough, the water was in a reservoir outside the city, the food was in the heart of the city, and the protecting of the base, well, there where some nasty things that come out at night.


Roland lifted his arm and pointed at a seemingly normal building about a block away. "That's where we will be staying. Don't worry. It's a lot safer then it looks. There are metal plates to put in the windows and the door is metal plated. Nothing short of a natural disaster will break in."