Futuristic BioGenesis Safe House: Surviving the Post-Apocalypse.

[Daeya]

Cally tried to keep her cool around Asher, but on the inside, she was laden with fear. Scooting closer to Skye, she whispered, "It could be the start, of an electric storm." Looking her dead in the eye, she didn't have to say more. Electric storms were always deadly, especially when there was rain, as water is the best medium for electricity. Often the rain comes and goes at regular speeds, but the lightning could linger for days, maybe even weeks.


Flash. Flash.


She started to shiver, as the wind picked up at brought the heavy clouds closer to the group. It would be there soon.

 

[SilverCaress]

Her chest deflated as she heard Cally, looking back at her. Of course. It would be. It could be. Maybe, most probably would be. "Crap.." She muttered, also filling with fear as she looked back at the sky. Just what they needed.

 

[Daeya]

Hugging Asher close to her waist, she yelled up to Timmy, "Timmy, we need to get inside, NOW!" Looking for the nearest building, she spotted an old salon on the corner, the sign faded. Grabbing Skye's arm, she dashed for it, stopping at the door, under the protection of the building's size for now. She leaned into the glass door, searching for anyone inside. Nothing, just nobody. Perfect. She smiled down at Asher, hoping he wouldn't freak out at this. Opening her satchel, she pulled out the .22, and clicked off the safety. She pulled on the handle, and saw that it wasn't locked. Cally stepped in first, noticing no movement on the inside. The product shelves had been raided, old nail polishes and combs left on stations, but nobody was to be seen.


After she had hoarded the entire group of people into, she pulled a bobby pin off of the counter, trying make an attempt at locking the doors behind them, as she didn't have the key. Click. She heard the door lock, and sighed. Sitting in the corner, she was glad to be sheltered from the rain. Before she ran away from the city, she had always hated places like these. Having people waiting on her, was just her greatest fear. Cally was, to be frank, an independent woman. She could feel her body tense up, and all her attempts to loosen up failed.

 

[Ashmorne]

Asher watched wide-eyed as the lightning lit up the cityscape. No, he had never minded the lightning storms before. He grew up around them. But this was the first time he had been in one without his sister. He closed his eyes, telling himself that he would see her soon. Following Cally, they all went into the saloon. Outside, rain began to pour heavily as purple lightning illuminated the sky. He felt safe with Cally in charge. She seemed to know what she was doing.


Looking over, the child saw Skye herself looked like she had seen a ghost. Asher went to her and held her hand lightly. Neither of them were fans of lightning. At least they could hate it together.

 

[SilverCaress]

She smiled down at Asher. Feeling safer now that she was sheltered, she tried to relax, but much like Cally, was unable to. Looking at her, she walked over and put a hand on her shoulder, "We're safe."


Looking back down at Asher, she kneeled down slightly to his level. "How are you Asher?"

 

[Ashmorne]

(( UPDATE FOR EVERYONE:


A lightning storm is now in place, so that's the weather setting right now :3 Just an FYI ))

 

[Daeya]

Looking over at Skye, she smiled. "I know, just- I hate places like these. They remind me of.." she drifted off, remembering a memory of her past,


A beautiful summer day, where her entire was outside on the grassy hill, lit up young Cally's eyes. She was dancing, wearing a pretty yellow dress, being spun around by a gorgeous man, beside a smiling woman with a pregnant belly, everyone was smiling.


The sky was crystal blue, the weather just perfect, and there was a picnic set out.


Pure, pure bliss.





"my childhood." She finished, realizing she was now sobbing. Like an on switch had been flipped, she suddenly felt all of the emotions she had felt while she had been separated from Tito. Sadness, depression, anxiety, anger, hatred, cowardice, and fear, had all been bottled in. She hugged Asher like he was her own, resting her head on Skye's shoulder, trying her best not to scream in agony. The pain was unbearable.

 

[Mack Daddy]

Colton stared at her for a second, in disbelief. She was obviously injured,but to what extent -- he did not know. The way she grabbed her side, and the blood soaking her shirt are give away. For a medical doctor it'd be easy to tell, that's half of giving a diagnosis. That was just Chana, everyone had seen her be thrown to the ground and hold her head. For f***'s sake, of course their injured. How wouldn't they be? We have medical supplies- why not use them? When she looked away he shook his head. He dragged a few of bodies back into the alley where some of the fire would get to them. No use for other people to know there is a group out here strong enough to kill over 5 armed looters.


He jogged a bit to catch up to them. It was weird for her to already start calling this place a home. It could have been overrun by god knows what by now. And who knows when it could if it isn't already?


BOOM - CRACK!


The lightning and thunder's one-two punch shook him from the train of thought.


"Hey! You you guys have lived here for a while now right? Then you should know what that was a sign of, and that we should hurry up and get back to the safe house."


His breathing quicken as adrenaline started in his body. One of his old researchers had gotten caught in one of these. It was just another reason not to trust the movies. The people don't just stand there, and turn black with their hair standing up. It was much much worse. He could remember the piercing scream. Not even the fleshies came out that night. They knew better, and Colton had learned. He had seen Chana look at a building and say something along the lines of 'home'. He didn't care. He just took of running.

 

[SilverCaress]

Eyes widening, she wrapped her arms around them. "Hey...It's alright. I know. My sister and I, we used to watch it..from our bedroom window. We used to..scream and laugh.." She smiled sadly as tears filled her eyes, she quickly squeezed them shut, "But what matters is now.. I know.. I know it hurts, and it's allowed to. But..your family, you know they'd want you to stay strong, wouldn't they?"

 

[Daeya]

Smiling, she forced herself to laugh. "I know-" she said, wiping the tears from her cheeks, but the pain still stayed with her. "it's silly. My brother, he used to love rain. The gift of God, he always used to say. I miss him so much, I wish he could be here now. Whenever I suffered from stress, he always found a way to calm me down. Sometimes it was just talking to others, sometimes he would stroke my hair, and sometimes, we would just lay there." She blinked away the next wave of tears she could sense coming, as she focused her attention on the surroundings. "Hey, this looks like a salon of some sorts. Don't you think we could find some sharp things?" Cally smiled, trying to move on, but she was still left a slight bit unnerved, since she was in a building she hated so much. She opened and closed drawers and shelves, and eventually came back with a few things. Handing a pair of scissors to Timmy, she whispered, "You mentioned cutting hair, these might come in handy some day." She winked, and moved back towards Skye, handing her a very long metal cylinder, with a kind of hook at the end. "I have no idea what that is, must be something from the Rusty days.." smiling, she put a nail clipper in Asher's hands. "Not that big, but still, it can hurt," she said, opening it up, revealing a small and sharp hook, used for cleaning out dirt from under your nails, but in this case it could stab someone.

 

[SilverCaress]

"There we go." She gently, playfully punched her shoulder and smiled. She knew her pain, and although she was smiling, Skye could see it through Cally's eyes. Deciding to drop it, rather than keep the subject going, she looked at the weapon in her hands. "Ah, this will come in handy."

 

[RainbowWave]

Hugging Asher close to her waist, cally yelled up to Timmy,


"Timmy, we need to get inside, NOW!"


"I know! go!"


Timmy ran with cally, cally dashing for the cover of a old salon. Her hands keeping Skye close to her waist. After cally had hoarded the entire group of people into the salon, she pulled a bobby pin off of the counter, trying make an attempt at locking the doors behind them, as she didn't have the key. Click. She heard the door lock, and sighed. Sitting in the corner. Eventually searching the area and returning to Timmy. she handed him a pair of scissors , whispering, "You mentioned cutting hair, these might come in handy some day." Before Timmy had the chance to say thank you, she winked, and moved back towards Skye. Timmy's eyes moved to the floor, searching for Lucky's large body and pitch black fur, it wasn't until his eyes meet with lucky that he saw where he was staring, the wolf was looking from inside the salon to a small office building across the street, a man dressed in all black stood in the large window, his pale face covered by a black handkerchief.


"Oh my gods, we have to leave, WE HAVE TO LEAVE NOW." Timmy's voice cut though the air, his head turning from side of the room to the other, looking for a escape route


"That man, his a very bad person, he wont be afraid to hurt any of us in here for anything we have. please, we have to find a way out besides the front door. Lucky, GET OVER HERE." Timmy voice turned to a low toned whisper. his lips formed a horrified expansion, his eyes darted around the room hoping to expose a new way out.

 

[Daeya]

Looking out the window, she immediately saw a man dressed in all black, whom she deemed unsafe at the moment she laid eyes on him. She shot up, looking for an exit. Running towards the back of the room,she found a back door, leading into the alleyway. "Timmy, over here!" she yelled, tugging on Asher. "Okay, now it's time to act brave. If anyone comes near you, if anyone tries to hurt you, use this." Handing over her best blade, she trusted that he would be safe with it. Running over to Timmy, she asked, "What is he known for? Rape, I assume," she started, considering herself. She was, wearing a camisole only after all. Oh my god, she thought, shivering at the thought of it.


Once she and the rest of the group were outside, the rain began to pour down. "This is not good, this is not good," Cally said, drops raining down on her shoulder. She held her revolver like it was her life, and she was not planning on letting go very soon. She looked up, trying to sense which way the House was from here. "Skye, Skye, I need to find out that everyone else is okay, and I need you to go and warn someone about what is going to happen. You need to take Asher out of here, and make sure he is safely returned to Chana. Go, go back to the house. I have a flare, and if you see it shoot up from the city, you need to send someone to come after us." She said, looking her dead in the eye.

 

[LostDeliriously]

Blake quickly awoken to the sound of pounding at his door. With his heart racing, he got up and picked up the butcher knife that was in his hand. Not today, he thought to himself, knowing it was probably the robbers who had been trying to get into the safe bottom floor apartment he had now called "home" since finding his family's brains blown out. Suddenly, a loud thud followed by what sounded like the door being ripped off of the hinges caused Blake to quickly grab the duffel bag that laid in the corner of the bedroom he slept in and throw it out of the bedroom's window. The sound of loud footsteps approaching the bedroom made Blake's heartbeat excel rapidly as he climbed out of the window, grabbed the bag and ran as far away from the apartment building as he could. After about 5 minutes of nonstop running, Blake reached an abandoned clothing store that already looked broken into but he didn't care. He had to catch his breathe and he certainty was not going to do it outside where the robbers could get him. He stepped into the store, through the broken glass window and went behind the counter then sat down, breathing heavily. He reached into his bag and retrieved the bottle of water he had stored in there. He quickly drunk a little of the water but not too much considering he only had one other bottle left and he didn't know if he would find a store that still actually had any supplies stored in them. He leaned his back against the back of the front counter and sighed. Where the hell will I go now? He thought to himself. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the broken glass on the floor, signaling that someone was coming in. Once again, his heartbeat began to excel but he took a deep breathe, calming himself, before taking the butcher knife out of his bag and holding it in his hand. He knew he had to get out of the clothing store if he wanted a true chance at survival and whoever had just walked into the store was going to regret it. Quickly standing up, he turned around and sighed when he noticed it was just a vulture. He hated birds but he was happy that it was not a robber or one of The Compromised. He grabbed his bag and quickly ran out of the store, causing the bird to fly away. He looked both ways down the street to see if anyone was coming and once he saw no one, he decided to run the way he was going until he stopped to catch his breathe. Looking up at the sky, he could tell that another storm was brewing and he damn sure didn't want to be in it. He knew he had to hurry and find shelter, at least for the night. After another 5 minutes of nonstop running, he started to walk. Suddenly, he noticed a building. It looked sort of run down but it also looked as if someone maintained it. Hoping there were possibly other survivors, Blake kept his butcher knife in his hand, walking towards the building.

 

[PKCV2]

The sound of thunder echoed in Delsin's ears which woke him with a start. He quickly got to his feet and as his vision stopped being blurred he recognized the building in front of him.


That's right...he came here to look for supplies. He looked up to the sky. Large grey clouds gathered, thunder boomed in the distance making him flinch.


Deciding he should get inside he geared up and started walking. Something fell out of his pack and bounced along the ground behind him. Delsin spun around and picked it up, an empty bottle which reminded him of how thirst he was. Putting it back into his pack he looked through the iron gates and saw...was that a person? It was! That person was walking towards the same building. He raised his gun and opened the gates. He didn't say anything, he just stood there waiting for the person to get closer.

 

[Ashmorne]

Chana felt the glass crunch beneath her boot soles. She rolled her eyes as Colton ran in front of her, Takai, Jaden, and Mel. The wound on her side ached with every step she took, but she was sure as hell not going to be left in the dust. The house came into view in the horizon. Soon, she would be able to make sure her little brother was okay, and maybe gets something to eat. Her pace picked up as the building came closer and closer into view. She slowed to a trot when she saw two figures near the gates. Both were men, and both tall. One was moving towards the gates, the other was standing well hidden in the shadows.


Moving slower, she looked at them, wondering if they were survivors as well. Realizing that she was in plain sight, she shook her head. No turning back now. She halted, boots skidding in the gravel.


"Hey. Are you survivors?" she called, realizing that she looked a bloody wreck. "Because, that's what we are,"


She gestured to the group around, and hoped to God that these new people would friendly. The last thing they needed at the safe house was more looters.

 

[PKCV2]

"Hey. Are you survivors?"


Delsin snapped his head to the source of the sudden voice, the barrel of his rifle following his gaze eventually landing on a group of people, injured. The one who had called out was bloody, a gash or two on her side.


He yelled back to the group, still keeping an eye on the lone man in front of him.


"I could ask you the same thing! You tell me! You friendly!?"


He looked back at the lone man, pointing his gun at him, hoping he wouldn't do anything rash. He didn't have enough sleep to deal with this for a prolonged time.

 

[Saturnity]

Cracks of lightning scarred the sky in brilliant white lines as the world seem to tremble around the group. They were running quickly, eager to get to shelter and end their long day of death and decay. Takai looked ahead as Chana called out to the two men wandering toward the gates of the safehouse, both of whom seemed uninfected. Whether they were friendly or not was another story, so Takai made sure to have his revolver on standby. Neither of the men appeared familiar with one another, which meant that if they were looters, they were probably not working together. Just then the man got a bit wise and leveled his rifle at them. Takai slid to a halt on the wet pavement, drawing his pistol and leveling it right back at the newcomer.


"Just a little warning," He mouthed, "The lot of us are pissed, tired, and lacking the patience for bullsh*t."


He observed the man's appearance, noting that the caucasian was slightly taller, and seemed older and worn out. The bags under his eyes made him seem more aged than he probably was.


"We run this here safehouse you've come across," he said dryly, "If you're a survivor, you'll find food and shelter..."


His eyes squinted.


"...but if you're a looter, the only thing you'll get here is a bullet in the head. So? Which are you?"

 

[PKCV2]

A man called out, his tone not really conveying emotion.


"We run this here safehouse you've come across."


Delsin raised a brow at this, not sure if he should believe him. Then he mentioned food and shelter to which Delsin lowered his gun, a little too desperately but he didn't care anymore, if they killed him because he got fooled so easily, he wouldn't care, he was exhausted.


Delsin held the gates wide open for the group when the threat of getting a bullet to his head was made. His eyes narrowed and he smirked. He'd have fun with that one.


Delsin held up his hands, rifle still in one.


"Hey, I won't do anything! Come on in!"

 

[Ashmorne]

Letting out a relieved breath, Chana glanced over to Takai. She'd never admit it to him, but she was glad that he spoke up.


"You know, I think you could have been more blunt," she said sarcastically.


Turning to the newcomer, Chana waved her good arm. "The name's Chana. Nice to meet you, and welcome. Let's all get inside out of this lightning. Only an idiot would be out in this weather,"


She moved hastily to the front of the group, thinking of her little brother waiting for her in the shelter, probably a gurgling mess. Asher's anxiety had only gotten worse throughout the years, much to Chana's chagrin. Hopping up the stairs, she looked forward to seeing her only family's face.


"Asher? Asher! I'm back!" Chana called, her voice happy for the first time that day.


In her struggle, she almost didn't notice a little white piece of paper flutter to the floor. Brows knit, she picked it up. A sense of foreboding began to fill up her lungs as she unfolded the note. There, in fire charcoal, were words Chana could not handle reading.


Went out to go get supplies and help people. Asher is with us, and he'll be alright. -C


The world seemed to slow down around her. Asher. Gone. Out in the lightning storm. Her little brother's bright blue eyes flashed in her memory. Cally. Cally had taken Asher out into the city. Out into the storm. To a basic death. Chana tried to open her mouth to talk, but only a strained and soft noise left her lips. She sank into a crouch, one hand crumpling the note, the other grasping her stomach to try to quell the nausea that began in her belly.


"Oh my god, Oh my god. Asher. Oh my god" she whispered. "OH MY GOD."


Her voice turned into a yell. Rage mixed with the darkest form of sadness began to color Chana's vision. She stood up, staggering to stand straight, her hand gripping the porch railing so hard that her knuckles turned white. Images began to flash through her mind. Asher on his 10th birthday, eating a cake that Chana had stolen for him. Asher laughing at Chana tripping over a pile of rubble. His smile, that looked just like hers. Asher. Her baby brother. Her only family. The only person left in the world that she loved. The one thing she had left to lose.


"They took Asher. They f*cking took Asher out into a lightning storm," Chana's voice was coated in fury, and she could feel her eyes burning.


She was not going to cry. She was going to go back out into that damn city and get her baby brother back.


"They took Asher into a lightning storm," she said, disbelief whispering in her voice. Lifting her head, and trying to stand up straight despite the sharp bite at her side, Chana spoke with a scarily controlled voice and narrowed eyes pointed at the storming city. "They took Asher into a lightning storm. And I'm going to go get him back."

 

[PKCV2]

Chana...nice name.


He thought as the group rushed past him and towards the safehouse.


"Delsin." He said, more to himself than anybody as he went to catch up with these people. Another crack of thunder made Delsin stop and look at the sky, why did thunder have to be so loud? He continued to ponder this until yelling broke his thoughts.


He turned to see the Chana girl on the porch looking very upset.


He moved closer to the porch to hear something about someone named Asher being taken out into the lightning storm. Asher...must be someone close, boyfriend? Dad? Uncle? Brother? Either way this Asher person sounded close to her, memories of how his family was torn apart flooded his mind. Anger and sympathy surged through him, sympathy was an odd emotion for him considering his past but he quickly dismissed the stray thought.


"They took Asher into a lightning storm. And I'm going to go get him back."


What? Delsin gave an incredulous look but couldn't help but respect her for risking her own neck for someone close. So much respect that he offered to go into the city with her.

 

[NoobWriter]

Daisuke already yelled to them but they doesn't seems to notice him, of course they won't there was a damn lightning boom everywhere followed by the rain that started to pouring.


The temperatures begin to get colder and colder, he need to find a shelter as quick as possible. He run to the safe house gate and hoping they will allowed him to go inside, staying outside in the weather like this and he might get sicks.

 

[Saturnity]

As they entered through the gate, Takai tucked away his revolver, shooting a smirk over at the man who he'd confronted. As the group meandered down the path toward the front door, he raised his arms mockingly.


"Welcome, Delsin, to Hotel California!" He chuckled, "Only it's not a hotel, and we're not in California."


Climbing up the steps, Takai nearly collided into Chana as she paused before the entryway, retrieving a small note that had drifted from the frame to the ground. Soon after she'd opened the note and read it, Chana fell into a crouch, clutching her abdomen and repeating "Oh my god." under her breath several times. The whispers quickly morphed into yells of despair and anger, as she stood up clutching her side.


"They took Asher. They f*cking took Asher out into a lightning storm."


Frowning, Takai looked on as she determined to go back into the storm in search of he little brother.


He hadn't seen her this pissed up until now.


Takai shook his head and set it in his hands.


"Are you a moron?" He questioned, annoyed at her display of righteous emotion.


"If you go out there, you run just as much of a risk of getting hurt... or worse." He grabbed her injured arm roughly, turning her to look at him, matching her anger with his own, "First of all, they're going to have found cover from the storm, which will keep them safe until it passes."


He squeezed on her wound gently as a reminder to her. "And on top of that, you're practically bleeding out. How do you expect to make it out there without any rest!?"


Takai pushed her away, "Whatever, dumb*ass, if you want to get yourself killed, go right ahead! I'm not going with you this time."


Turning around, he stormed into the house, slamming the door shut behind him.

 

[SliverOfHope]

Mel stumbled onto the wrap around porch, looking up at the building towering over the group. It was large and spacious, that much was certain, and it seemed to be pretty sturdy. Or at least sturdy enough to be considered a safe house. A little bit of reconstruction and fortification could always be done to improve it though. Although the main thing that stuck out from everything else was the glistening ocean right next to the old building and from what she had witnessed it seemed as if the Compromised didn't like to be near large bodies of water.


But, as much as she wanted to explore around the building and take the time to rest, the care of the other survivors was much more important. Especially since Chana seemed to be having something resembling a panic attack in that moment, the girl settling herself down into a crouch right in the middle of the wooden porch. As the brunette wondering closer over to the woman herself, gently dropping low into the same position, she was plagued by a few questions. The main one that was running through her head was about who Asher was but the girl quickly dispelled the thoughts and settled for the fact that it was a dear and important person to the woman right beside her.


" . . . They took Asher into a lightning storm. And I'm going to go get him back." Upon hearing those words Mel instantly shot up into a standing position as well, bile -damn this head wound!- immediately broiling throughout her stomach. She took a few steadying breaths that weren't really helpful in any way before she seized a hold of Chana's good arm, turning her around to look at Mel. Maybe she could talk a bit of sense into the woman.


"Hey! Look at me." The brunette demanded, her eyes taking on a hardened and determined gaze as she spoke. She very briefly shot an "Oh hell no" to the man who just offered to go as well before returning her focus back on the task at hand.


"Do you really thinking go out into this kind of weather is going to help? You better not because I know you're smarter than that! Think for just one minute about what could happen if you do take that risk. What if... what if Asher comes back? What if he comes back and your not here? Or, better yet, what if he comes back only to find out that your dead! All because you couldn't think rationally! So tell me; what happens then?"


Mel paused in her speech just long enough to give Chana enough time to process what she'd just said and, after she was sure the message was received, began speaking again.


"I may not know what Asher is to you and vice-versa but think of all that things that could go wrong if you walked away from this house right now, into a storm that is practically tearing trees down in its wrath. Plus, leaving to go on search is pretty unreasonable. You have no leads as to where they might be holed up in, so why take such a high risk?"


Mel finally stopped speaking and, as the silence stretched on, heard Takai put his own input out for the woman to hear. The brunette nodded along with what he had to say and, once the door had been slammed with jarring force, looked back over at Chana once again. "As much as it pains me to admit this I'll say that I wholeheartedly agree with Takai. Going out right now is absolute suicide, and you know it."


And, as if a remind to the brunette, once Takai had mentioned the injuries to Chana needed first-aid, her eyes subtly shot a glance over to the messy wound along the female's side. Mel knew that she'd understand what was trying to be conveyed in that small glance and could only hope that Chana would concede to the help that was being offered.

 

[SilverCaress]

Beginning to hyperventilate, she glanced out the window to the man. "I..I don't think I can do this!! I.. I can't...wh..what...if.." Her mind ran wild with fear, images of the man towering over her, Asher tossed aside, dead. She couldn't do this. Repeating 'I can't do this' over and over, her chest began to get tight and she placed a hand over it.