Futuristic BioGenesis Safe House: Surviving the Post-Apocalypse.

[NoobWriter]

Daisuke is stoped at the front door of the house, he checked inside and see a group of people is inside, without hesitating anymore he come in and start speaking to those survivors "hello there... may i stay here for a while...? i'll be death if i stay outside during a storm like this" his body is shaking because of cold. The atmosphere here seems weird, its so heavy and tense, and all of this survivors, they were covered in blood are they hurt or they hurting something?

 

[Ashmorne]

Chana squeezed her eyes shut, not allowing any tears to fall. Pain ebbed through her arm from Takai's rough grip...it only made her worry if Asher was feeling pain. Chana gasped, trying to regulate her breathing. She hated to admit, in fact part of her felt as though it had died to admit it, but they were right. Blinking at the slammed door, Chana lowered her head and bit her lip. She turned her gaze up to Mel, eyes bloodshot. Chana realized with a start that she might not even have the ability to cry anymore. But if anything happened to Asher, she might as well be dead. She would have no will to live. Speaking softly, Chana began to talk, to both Mel and Delsin.


"Asher is my 7-year old baby brother. He's never been without me for more than an hour until today. He's out there now, and he gets extreme anxiety attacks when I'm not around. He's a walking target. He's my only family." Chana spoke with a shuddering breath.


She closed her eyes again, trying to compose herself. Mel was right. Going out to her own death wouldn't help Asher at all.


"Delsin. Thank you for your offer. But Takai was right, and so is Mel. I have to stay alive for him, even if that means staying here." She felt her face take on a weary mask. "Even if staying here is killing me."


Chana looked at Mel, as the girl made a pointed gaze at the open wound Chana was trying to hide. She nodded imperceptibly.


"I am going to kill Cally. And if Asher isn't alive...I'm probably just will die myself." She spoke with a heavy voice as she pulled the front door open. Glancing at Delsin and Mel, she jerked her head towards the door.


"Let's go in."


Chana talked...but inside all the felt was empty. What was she? A foolish girl who could not even protect her brother. Asher was her everything. She would never forgive herself.


Looking over, she saw a new boy appear. She had nothing left to say. No words in her body. So she just lifted a hand and gestured for him to come inside as well.

 

[KneelingAngel]

Bruno stretched her body and got out of bed. Despite still being tired, she couldn't sleep anymore so she adjusted her hat on her head and walked down stairs. "Jesus Christ!" She cursed when she saw the amount of people walking around. "How much did I miss?!" She asked. She saw Chana walking in who looked more broken then anyone else. "Chana?" She asked and hurried to the girl. "What's going on? What happened? Who are all these people?"

 

[PKCV2]

Delsin ran a hand through his hair and sighed to himself. Asher was 7 years old...what the hell. Chana gestured for everyone to go inside. Delsin passed by the girl who had given him a rather nasty look, gently punching her in the shoulder, once he was inside the building he turned to Chana.


"Know where that Takai guy would be? Sounds like an interesting guy..."


As bad as this idea might seem, Delsin was intrigued by that guy, he seemed pretty...angry. Another voice rang out. From the house. Delsin started to wonder how many other people were here.

 

[Hibes]

"I'll be in the generator room if needed". Said Jaden as he went there. He was tired, and wanted to get some rest. Getting there, he sat down in front of the door so that he would see anyone entering the room, put on his headphones, and listened to music. He was still in pain, but he was okay, as he felt like planning something.

 

[SliverOfHope]

Mel gently tugged on the arm she still had inside her grasp, beginning to pull Chana into the opened entryway. She shot an annoyed glance at the two newcomers still at the door, unhappy that more and more people were being placed into the mix, before focusing back on Chana. By the nod that had been given to the brunette, she knew that her request had been accepted and was pleased with that fact. Giving Chana someone to talk with, someone besides a much younger brother, should help because it'd let her know that there was someone else whi actually did understand.


Just as Mel was about to walk further into the house, since I'll they'd accomplished was making it past a few steps from the pouring rain outside, she saw a rather flamboyant girl walk inside and bombard Chana with many questions. Guessing that neither of them were in the mood currently but still wanting to not come off as a total b*tch, Mel spoke up towards Bruno.


"Hello there. I'm guessing you two know one another? Well, we all just went through a rather fun experience, one I'm deciding to label as 'hell', so if you could then it'd be wonderful for you to back off a bit. Thanks a bunches, darling!" With that last sarcastic remark flying right from her mouth, patience waning, Mel briskly walked off into a hallway having Chana in tow, blatantly ignoring Delsin for the time being.


Once the girl had found a nice and quaint little room that had an adjoining bathroom right at the end of the hall she finally released a long sigh, leaning her back against the -now closed- door, making sure that both her and Chana were inside. She took one last moment to gather her wits before rummaging around in the side-bag she'd been carrying around, taking out a few select items from the object. Items that had been looted from the men she had killed earlier.


They all had a good fair share of first-aid supplies on hand though. Combining the kit Chana has along with everything I took should make for a good pile of very useful materials. Although, no matter the size, it probably won't last very long.





"Sorry, buttercup, about my sour attitude." Mel said lowly, the tone having very little emotion exposed. Although, while her voice seemed emotionless, her mind was anything but. Every time the brunette was feeling too many things at one given moment she seemed to instantly shut down and go with the motions. Her body just couldn't handle all of the stress and pressure.

 

[Saturnity]

As Takai strode through the halls, his emotions raged inside him, still fuming from his previous scolding of Chana. His hands in the pockets of his coat, which was now torn in multiple places and missing pieces, he wandered the halls of the safehouse until he ran across a massive auditorium. He gazed around at the structure, which, while layered in years of dust and mold, still seemed to shine with its aura of intricacy. The scene brought to mind the Russian, Vladimir, who'd kept referring to "heroes" and "villains" with his awkward speech patterns.


Heroes huh... what a load of crap. he reflected, There's no room for that sh*t in this world.


In the middle of the ball room, his gaze drifted to the domed ceiling, from which suspended a large antique chandelier.


Wonder if any Compromised are planning a masquerade in the near future? Takai chuckled to himself at the thought, before a frown returned to his scarred features.


He sat down in one of the spectator seats at the far end of the facility, then pulled back his coat to check on his bite wound. It was crusted in blood, but otherwise unremarkable, no signs of infection being visible. He sighed and leaned back in the chair, crossing his legs and closing his eyes.


"Sh*t... immune." He stated quietly to himself, "Thought I was getting a parting gift with this bite, when in reality it's a f**kin first kiss."


His eyes blinked open, "Guess the higher powers decided one first base wasn't enough in my lifetime.... a**holes."


Takai's thoughts began to drift once more to the people he found himself surrounded by: Jaden, Mel, Colton, Delsin, and Chana.


Stupid broad... he pondered, as his mind crossed over Chana. I don't care if you get yourself killed...

 

[KneelingAngel]

Bruno clicked her tongue in annoyance as Mel dragged Chana away. "Who are you?" She asked Daisuke. "What are you looking at?" She asked a little harsher then intended. From this point on she didn't like that Mel girl. She only wanted to help. What had happened while she was asleep? She rubbed her face and growled. What in the world was happening?!

 

[PKCV2]

After a rather heated exchange between Mel and the girl who appeared out of nowhere, Delsin decided to stroll through the safehouse, shooting a weak smile towards the girl that Mel had been sour with.


After a few mintues of waking he spotted Takai walking through the halls. Curious, Delsin decide to follow him. Finally Takai had come to a stop at what looked to be an auditorium. He watched him sit down in one of the many seats. Taking a deep breath he walked over to where Takai was seated and took a seat in the chair behind him.


"Hello."


He started slowly, trying to pick his words carefully, didn't want to piss him off even more.

 

[Saturnity]

It wasn't long before a voice broke through Takai's silence. It was a simple "Hello" but for some reason it worsened his mood. Then again, what didn't make him angry?


"Look," he addressed Delsin, who was now seated behind him, "no offense... sh*t that's a lie, but people who follow me have a bad habit of getting hurt, or killed."


He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the man, "So if you have any love for yourself, you'll take off. Got it princess?"


Returning his body forward, Takai locked his arms behind his head, reclining back in his seat.


"Just ask Jaden, the kid we walked in with." He laughed, "Almost blew the little sh*t to pieces earlier."

 

[Ashmorne]

Chana looked at Mel with a grateful look on her face. She hadn't felt like answering questions, not with Asher gone. The blood that soaked through her shirt had begun to crust over and harden. Chana knew that she would have to rip away the bloodied part, if not find a new shirt entirely.


But for now, the cropped camisole she wore underneath her blouse would suffice. She glanced over at Mel. The girl was going to end up seeing Chana's dreaded scar one way or another.


She watched Mel for a moment, her heart softening towards the girl. She really was a fighter, helping out even though she had a wound of her own. Chana felt curious to how she got that way. She felt a connection with the younger brunette, something sisterly, almost maternal.


Life had been hard on all of them, Chana knew that. She hoped the younger girl knew that she had been through it all too. And that she was willing to listen. Mel could talk to her, if she wanted to.


"Don't worry about the sour attitude. I'm not exactly a picnic now either. But you know the deal. You fix up my side, I fix up your head. I'm holding you to that." Chana spoke confidently even though past memories were racing through her mind.


Gingerly, she lifted her bloodied t-shirt over her shoulders and tossed it to the side. She sat down on the coffee table in the center of the room as she adjusted the strap of the black cropped camisole. The shirt cut off right above her waist, leaving her belly exposed...complete with an open wound and half her puckered scar.


"So tell me, doc. How bad does it look?"


Chana talked lightly, but in her mind she was struggling to just hold it all together. She couldn't think about Asher without breaking down. She idly thought about the way Takai had grabbed her arm, yelling in her face about her idiocy. That ass. What does he know? A dragon of a human being.


Chana focused her attention back on Mel with a weak smile. "Now let's get this over with. We have your head to look at too. And I know. I've been hiding this wound all day. Well, now you know why."

 

[PKCV2]

Delsin laughed bitterly at Takai's words.


"Lost any love for myself years ago and if you were trying to scare me with that whole blowing up bit...pretty sure I'm used to the idea of explosions."


Delsin got up and ruffled Takai's hair on his way out. Stopping at the end of the aisle he called out loudly and clearly so that his friend would hear.


"You said people that follow you usually end up hurt or killed yeah? I hope you're planning on showing me."


With that Delsin made his way out of the auditorium/ball room.

 

[Saturnity]

It was as if a jolt of lightning struck Takai on the backside. Arrogant women he could handle, but other arrogant men? Different ballgame. After Delsin had messed his hair, he called back to Takai,


"You said people that follow you usually end up hurt or killed yeah? I hope you're planning on showing me."


Takai shot to his feet, whipping his revolver out and aiming it towards the man. His fist shaking in rage, he pulled the trigger. With a loud crack, a shot rang out, echoing and reverberating off the walls of the auditorium in a symphony of violence. The bullet strayed however, and passed over Delsin's shoulder into the hallway, shattering one of the windows.


Takai seethed at the man, then chucked his pistol off to the side. His entire body trembled in a fury he'd not experienced in years.


"Ffff*ck... you..." He rasped, before storming out into the hallway on the opposite side of the ballroom.

 

[KneelingAngel]

Bruno heard a gun shot wound and ran towards the sound, she was almost trampled by Takai on his way out. "What's going on?!" She asked. "Was there an infected in the building?" She looked around, trying to spot the creature, but saw noting, all she saw was Takai trembling in anger. "Are you okay, Takai?" She asked carefully, she knew the guy had a temper, a very big one at that. She didn't want to get in his way, but she didn't want him to hurt himself or others. She could handle him shouting at her, as long as he didn't shoot her. "Wanna talk about it?" Annoying him would maybe be the best for him, because then at least a little anger would come out.

 

[PKCV2]

He felt it...the bullet whizzed by his head and he stopped in his tracks. He heard the pistol clatter off to the side. He turned around to see Takai storm off into a hallway.


Retrieving the pistol from the floor he examined it, it was a nice pistol, one that wasn't worth losing. He stuffed it in a pocket of his pack. Even if it did almost kill him, it was a damn beauty and it was going to be returned, hopefully sooner rather than later. He then sat down in the chair closest to him and stared at the ceiling.


Now he knew the kind of guy Takai was. He had a fire in him and he was no stranger to violence.


Satisfied Delsin got up and went outside through whatever door was closest to him. There he stood, letting the rain fall on him, enjoying the feel of the cool water run down his body. He pulled a half-empty bottle of whiskey from his pack, opened it, tipped it to the sky in a form of a toast to Takai, and drank.

 

[Saturnity]

Anger, crimson and volatile, stole away Takai's conscience as he rushed into the hallway. After almost running Bruno over, he began to walk away, still heated. Before he could leave, she spoke to him in a worried voice, and kept talking, causing him to stop in his tracks. His mind raced as she peppered him with a stream of questions.


Annoying... so annoying... shut the f*ck up... get the hell away from me!


"Wanna talk about it?"


The last question sent another spark through him. He whirled around and advanced on Bruno, fist raised and ready to strike her down.


"DAMMIT!" He yelled, his ire beyond any point of return. He struggled with no success to hold himself back. "Why... won't you shut... the... f*ck... UP!?" Rearing back his fist, he swung...


His hand connected with the wall, shattering the drywall, his punch diverted from striking Bruno by his remaining willpower. He punched the wall again with his other fist, and then once more. Upon the final blow, there was a resounding crack as his left ring finger shattered on one of the studs supporting the wall. He yelled, not in pain, as his adrenaline was through the roof, but still consumed by his anger, then tore down the hallway in the direction Bruno had come from. After a few seconds he came across a closed bedroom door, and assuming there was no one inside, or not thinking at all, he entered. Beyond was a small bedroom with an adjoining bathroom. Sitting on the bed, schocked at his intrusion, were Mel and Chana. Takai stopped, breathing heavily, not caring or realizing that he'd barged in on the privacy of the two women.


Chana had only a high cut, revealing camisole on her upper body, revealing a terrible scar that trailed along her abdomen.


Looked between the two women, then scowled at Chana, "Decided not to kill yourself, b*tch!? What a pity.."

 

[Ashmorne]

Chana jumped slightly at the sound of the door slamming open. She felt her eyes widen as Takai burst into the room. His face was red, and his breaths were heavy and labored. Chana's first instinct was to cover her scarred skin, but she wouldn't allow herself to move and show that she cared. But Chana's thoughts went blank as Takai opened his mouth and actually spoke, his words seething. Instead of thoughts, Chana instead felt white hot fury. Fury at Takai, fury at this situation, fury at being stuck in this house while her brother was gone. Her anger came together in her mind slowly, so tangible she felt as though it had a heartbeat of it's own.


She stood up, crossing the room without thinking, her face showing no emotion. There was nothing on her mind, nothing but rage. She walked, not caring about how exposed she felt. Not caring that Takai's eyes had seen one of her biggest secrets.


She stopped in front of him, her shoulders square. He was directly in front of her, so close that it made her even angrier. Looking him in the eye, she felt her hand raise. And while staring him dead in the eye, she struck the back of her hand across Takai's jaw with every ounce of anger and every bit of force she had left in her body.

 

[NoobWriter]

After allowed to come in Daisuke go into the corner of the room and sit there, trying to warm up his body. There was a moment of silence before he heard a gun shot and a girl ran to it. Then there was a man voice, it seems he was very angry.


Things are just geting worse here, his loud voice is echoing all over the room and what more frightening is after he enter and slam the door. Daisuke clutch his leg thightly making it closer to his chest, this man is really scary, he better stay out of this he though.


In fact they seems already been through a lot, with all those wound on they're body and all this emotion that he still not know what really happened to them. Daisuke is still sitting on the corner of the room, he look around to see where is the rest of the girl, he can't find them anywhere. And those writing on the wall maybe they are going outside with this girl brother, she yelled it's name many times and he know that feelings, being left by loved one.


The girl stand up and get closer to that man, "what is this girl doing?" he though. Suddenly he slap the man right in the jaw, she really out of her mind, this guy is dangerous and yet she b*tch slap him, this is not gonna be good.

 

[Saturnity]

It was the last straw. Every aspect of his anger tumbled out in that one instant, as Chana swept the back of her hand in a slap across Takai's cheek. His gaze darkened, as one hand whisked up and gripped her throat, and the other drew the machete at his waist. Spinning around, he pushed the young woman roughly against the wall and positioned the blade precariously under her chin.


"You... you just crossed the line you piece of sh*t..." He hissed at her. "I should have killed you the first time you mouthed off to me..."


Rubbing the blood encrusted metal along her jawline, Takai glared into her eyes, praying she would say one more word to seal her fate.


"What do you say now, b**ch? Was coming back for me worth it? Is this the 'hope' you wanted?" The spiteful words kept coming.


"What will your little gremlin of a brother think when he comes back to find his sister died and left without him!?"


The stream of loathing came as hot water from a faucet, a lifetime of Takai's hatred venting from his body all at once.


"Since you have nothing to say... then I guess its time to send you away..."


He moved his hand from her neck, using his arm to pin her body to the wall, as he brought the machete down to her neck, right over her jugular.


"Goodnight pumpkin."


His arm tensed up and...


He stopped. In that moment, he'd looked once more into Chana's eyes. Behind her anger, behind her arrogance, and behind her righteousness, he saw fear. He saw vulnerability. Glancing down, he observed her scar, a length of pinched flesh that extended from her side in an uneven path to her sternum. Takai's sight then shifted to one of his own scars, which traveled from his left hip, over his pectorals, and up to his shoulder. His mind began to slow, as the anger within him dulled to a simmer.


I don't drink... because I want to be in control of myself....


His blade-arm fell to his side, the machete clattering to the floor loudly.


But this... this isn't control... this is weakness. I am weak.


He pulled his arm away from Chana and backed away, one hand clutched to his head.


I get angry... I hate people... because I am weak, because...


Takai shook his head, stepping farther until his leg hit the bedpost. He stumbled to the floor.


"...I can't let go of my scars." He whispered almost inaudibly. The energy, anger, willpower... everything was gone.


"Why couldn't I have just been infected..."

 

[Daeya]

Slightly annoyed at Skye's sudden cowardice, she tugged on Asher's hand "Fine, I'll do it. I'll give you the flare, and I will come back once I get Asher to Chana. She's going to kill me if he doesn't get back safe." Smiling, she picked up Asher. "Okay bud, I need you to tell me if I get off track. I sure hope you payed attention." Instead of walking, Cally ran. Making sure she stayed at least one street away from the man she had saw at all times, she eventually opened up to the shore.


"This is good. We're close." She smiled, still holding him in her arms and slung over one shoulder. Rain was pouring down now, and the lightning was mostly consistent, but the closest a strike has gotten to them was at least a street away. She could see the street that lead to the house from here, so that gave her hope. Using as much of her energy she could muster, she darted towards the iron gates, and opened them for Asher. "Go, go find Chana." she shooed him in, and took time to catch her breath. Breathe. It's all right, Asher's back fine, and you didn't do anything wrong. Cally ran up the steps, her boot slipping on the last one, which made her forehead slam down on the doorknob, cutting open a previous wound. "Aaah.. ow." she said, clutching her forehead and opening the door to the house.


"Chana!" she yelled, announcing her arrival back into the house.


(( i assume about two hours time passed while she was running back ))

 

[SilverCaress]

Skye held her head and crumpled against the wall. She was annoyed at herself most of all. "I'm sorry," She said, "Damn it I'm sorry." Now p****d off more than anything, she gripped the weapon in her hand. "Who is that son of a b***h." Looking at Timmy, quickly wiping her tears, she grit her teeth.

 

[Ashmorne]

This is it. This is how I die. Not by Compromised, lightning, or looters. But by a healthy man that I pissed off.


Chana's heart beat wildly, she could hear the thumping in her ears. So. He would kill her? Somewhere deep in her gut, she doubted it. But doubt had no place in your mind with a blade pressed to your neck. Chana winced as Takai flung her against the wall, short waves of pain ebbing through her side. But she wouldn't show it. She would go out afraid but proud. Takai was talking, but Chana didn't hear any of it. Didn't want to hear any of it. He looked into her eyes, his gaze piercing and angry. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of looking away. Then his eyes dropped to her abdomen, to her scar.


The violent hatred began to drain from his eyes...something deep, sad, and broken taking its place.


Letting out a soft gasp, Chana sank to the floor the moment that Takai had removed his arm from her body, the blade that was pressed to her neck just moments ago now on the floor. Chana touched a hand to her throat, fingers fluttering over the bruised skin there as she tried to regulate her air flow, now that she could breathe again. She blinked, trying to wrap her mind around what had just occurred. A violent flood of rage teetered on the edge of Chana's consciousness, precariously waiting.


"...I can't let go of my scars....why couldn't I have just been infected..."





Chana's anger began to slip from her body at hearing Takai's voice quieter than she'd ever heard it. Exhaustion swept over her slowly, her spirit sinking. There was no energy left over to be angry. She looked at Takai, watching him stumble to the floor shaking his head. Chana pressed a hand to her side, to her scar. Her own scar that matched many of the scars that decorated Takai's own body. In that moment, she wasn't sure what to feel.


Takai had such little regard for life. But not just other people's lives. He had little care for his own life too. What made you this way?


The question burned in Chana's thoughts, eating away at her. She wasn't sure what to say that would help the situation...so she didn't say anything. She just sat near Takai, unmoving. She could be angry, let herself feel enraged later. Now wasn't the time for that. Not when every little bit of the man's personality had fallen away from him like an empty husk, leaving behind a man that didn't want to be alive, a man who didn't know who he was. This wasn't pity. This was...understanding. Unabashed understanding...and she hated herself a little bit for it. So, she wouldn't think about the anger that threatened to burst just behind her eyes. She would let it go, just for the time being.


"Just move on." Chana's words slipped out before she could stop them, her voice barely a whisper. She was speaking in large to herself. Her words echoing through her thoughts. She conceding to being silent then. In this moment...she would simply just exist. Words didn't fit...so she would stay, be present there for him. Dropping her bloodied hands, Chana gazed at him evenly. Both of them breathing hard and saying nothing, her eyes shifting between Takai and the window, a storm going on in both of them.

 

[LostDeliriously]

Blake watched the whole thing between the girl who called herself Chana, the guy who called himself Delsin and the crazy guy from behind some huge rock outside of the gate and decided that he was definitely not going to stick around with them for long. He just needed somewhere to stay for a couple of days until he figured out his next move. After they had all went into the house, he knew that this would be his chance to hopefully find a way to sneak in and get himself some supplies before heading back out. He also knew he had to find a place to sneakily sleep while the storm was happening. How the hell am I going to do this? He thought to himself, I'll see if there's an opening somewhere in the back. He crouched and quietly yet quickly ran around the gate of the guarded building until he reached the back. Looking around, he noticed the gate was slightly bent as if someone had already been through it. He moved back, looked at his surroundings, threw his bag over the gate and fit his slim body through the bars and looked around, to see if there were any back doors. Suddenly, the sound of gunfire startled him. Oh f*ck, he thought. Realizing that there were no back doors, he saw windows. He took off his boot and knocked out one of them after looking through it to see if anyone was down there. As the glass shattered, Blake wondered if he had made a bad judgement call. The sound of the lightening caused him to quickly slide his body inside of the window and jump down. He reached up and grabbed his bag out of the window before turning around and looking around. He could hear the sound of footsteps and a loud voice, slightly terrifying him, but he knew he had to hurry especially if he wanted to survive the night.

 

[RainbowWave]

Everything moved quick after Timmy call for help, Cally found a backdoor and left, Eventually everyone followed, 3 streets away from the salon, Timmy frowned, but skye's sudden burst of emotion only cause him to go front with his discussion. "Who is that son of a b***h." Looking at Timmy, skye quickly wiping her tears, she grit her teeth.


"...Her's, a very bad man, not only is he, but the entire gang of looters. They murders, Steal, Rape, and anything else they can. So I have to go back....We need that medicine.............I'll see you guys back at the safe house." Timmy walk stopped, his eyes staring at the group as the marched on. His watch only lasted for two minutes before a burst of multiple lighting strikes hit four buildings 2 blocks away.

 

[SilverCaress]

Everything moved quick after Timmy call for help, Cally found a backdoor and led the group from the salon, moving everyone back towards the safe house. Eventually 3 streets away from the salon, Timmy frowned, but skye's sudden burst of emotion only cause him to go front with his discussion. "Who is that son of a b***h." Looking at Timmy, skye quickly wiping her tears, she grit her teeth.
"...Her's, a very bad man, not only is he, but the entire gang of looters. They murders, Steal, Rape, and anything else they can. So I have to go back....We need that medicine.............I'll see you guys back at the safe house." Timmy walk stopped, his eyes staring at the group as the marched on. His watch only lasted for two minutes before a burst of multiple lighting strikes hit four buildings 2 blocks away.

((Cally left without them though?))