Futuristic BioGenesis Safe House: Surviving the Post-Apocalypse.

[Saturnity]

"F*ck..." was all Takai could manage to say.


All his life he'd been a symbol of death and suffering, killing other gangsters and punks, people with families who cared about them. He himself had family, parents who once loved him, locked away for trying to save the world from one disease, now probably dead from another... Looters.... rapists... gangs... nothing had changed, not even with an apocalypse hanging over the world like a plague. And here, Takai was angry, over what... a little bit of pride he didn't even have?


"Just move on."


The words echoed through the back of Takai's mind, a series of syllables that would once have held no meaning to him. His gaze wandering over to meet hers, he noticed the markings of his strangle forming on her throat. Again his eyes fell to the scar along her midsection, which held a tale likely as torturous as his own scars. Likely as important. The man opened his mouth to speak, but faltered. Would anything he said now make a difference? Just as before, he lived in a hateful world, a disaster of a human being whose survival was bent on the misery of others.


"What... move on to where?" He muttered, the phrase less of a question and more of a reminder. "There is no moving on in a world that is just as sh*tty as before it was destroyed..."


Takai didn't care if the woman responded. She hated him. He hated her. Hate was a driving factor in his life. Hate was all he knew.


Yet... he didn't kill Chana, he hadn't killed Bruno, nor did he kill Delsin. Objects of his hate had been before him on a silver platter, and despite having murdered countless people, he was unable to take their lives. No, it wasn't that he couldn't do it. It was that he wouldn't.


Takai rose slowly and wearily to his feet, his broken finger now burning with pain from the lack of adrenaline.


"I guess, I'm just as much of a dumb*ss as everyone else."

 

[Ashmorne]

A bitter smile quirked Chana's lips upwards as she watched him stand up, a sarcastic tone in his voice.


"Welcome to the club." She said with a somber laugh.


She had watched Takai's face, and the man seemed to be grappling with something internally. Before he stood up, his gaze had met hers for a brief moment. His eyes had then fallen to the puckered flesh decorating her side. She didn't bother covering up. He had already seen and there was no going back from that. She and Takai were not that different, she realized it with a sort of sick feeling. He didn't know what caused her scars and she didn't know what caused his...neither of them were willing to talk, but both of them were obviously running from their pasts.


Chana shifted her gaze to the lightning strikes outside the little window, still seated as she garnered the willpower and energy to stand. She thought about Asher. If her little brother were not around...would she hardened, with no value for her life? She already struggled with the bitter feelings and darkness within herself. Without the innocence of Asher to balance her out, she had no regard for herself. Deep down, in the shadowy corners of herself...she knew that she and Takai were much more similar than she first thought. The notion left a bitter taste in her mouth.


Chana stood slowly, trying to avoid touching her hand to her neck. She looked at her side and almost laughed. The bits of flesh hanging from her side would leave another scar to accent the first she had. If Takai had any opinions about the mottled flesh, her most painful secret, he kept it to himself. Chana pondered what he said, about moving on.


"Move on. Not to another place. Just to better things." Chana spoke slowly, weariness setting into her bones.


After a minute, Cally's voice ripped through the air, calling her name. Chana froze, dropping the roll of bandages she was holding. She grabbed her old sweatshirt from the coffee table and zipped it up to cover her wounds in a matter of seconds.


"Asher. Dear god, that boy had better be alive." She spoke hastily, more to herself than to Takai.


She burst out of the room and began running to the entryway, not pausing to see if he decided to follow.

 

[Daeya]

Walking farther into the House, she yelled again, "Chana?" Pushing Asher forward gently, she said, "Chana, I'm back with Asher," she started, but didn't have to finish once she heard frantic footsteps making their way towards the front of the house. Before Chana could say anything, she started off,


"First of all, I know you haven't seen your brother in days. It was, pretty unfair to take him. However, an urgency arose and I had to be gone, and I couldn't bear to let him stay inside the house, where he might get into even more trouble, hurt himself, or wander off. I figured, he would be safer with me. I protected him the entire time, and when the storm started, I made sure he was safe. A dangerous situation was put into place, and I decided it was best for him not to be there, and took him with me back. Again, I'm sorry, but he's alright,"


Cally concluded with a weak smile, placing a hand on Asher's shoulder.

 

[Ashmorne]

Asher walked wearily up the stairs with Cally. He was cold, wet, and tired. He moved, shivering, his hair and clothing soaked by the downpour. He smiled at the girl. She called out his sister's name, and Asher instantly stood straighter. Could Chana be home? He heard the steady thud thud thud of boots against hard wood floors. All of a sudden, Chana burst out of a corridor, dressed in a big hoodie. She stood static for a moment, as though in shock, seeing him soaked and shivery. Cally was speaking, but Asher broke away and ran towards his sister. Tears were already staining his face again, tears of relief at seeing Chana, all the anxiety he had been holding in rising to the surface.

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Chana couldn't say anything for a moment. She was torn between giant waves of relief and intense anger at her brother's soaked state. Without warning, Asher began running towards her, already teary eyed. Sometimes she forgot he was only 7, though one of these times she realized how young he was. She crouched down and opened her arms. Asher barreled into them, his small arms going around her neck. He buried his face in her shoulder, hiccuping and sniffling. Chana wished she could lift him, but her wounded arm and side would not allow that. Instead she stayed kneeling, her arms wound tightly around her brother and her eyes squeezed shut as she just mentally thanked whoever was up there for returning her baby brother back.


She sat back, smoothing his matted hair away from his forehead and kissing his forehead lightly.


"Hey, buddy. It's okay. Ash, I'm here now," she said softly with a smile as she wiped away her brother's tears with her sleeve. "It's alright."


She looked at Asher, realizing that Asher was shivering, cold from being out in the storm. Slowly she raised her gaze to Cally, a spark of anger lighting up her eyes, igniting them. She put an arm around Asher, drawing him close. Her eyes were frosty and her mouth was set into a grim line. If it wasn't for her little brother standing there, she probably would have been screaming at this point. She stood slowly, her hand tightening around Asher's protectively.


"What the hell gave you the idea that taking a child out into an infested city was safer than leaving him here with someone else?" Chana was speaking through gritted teeth, and she could feel the blood rushing to her face.


She couldn't remember the last time she had this much concentrated anger towards another human being. They would talk more, once Asher wasn't in the room.

 

[Daeya]

Seeing Chana's anger, she ignited as well,


"You know that he could have hurt himself, this place has plenty of places for a child to get lost, and everyone just simply did not care! Do you think I would have let him stay, with the possibility of having him get sick when I could have him next to me, knowing he was safe and sound? I lost my own little brother to the virus, and I sure as hell wouldnt let him get sick either."


Cally's own set of eyes were ablaze, enraged bythe fact that Chana was being so ignorant to the fact that Cally has watched and cared for her brother, while she was out in the City.

 

[Mack Daddy]

Colton had been walking around the university. He had gotten lost in the dormitory areas. It was weird in this safe house, there was almost no cobwebs or dust on the beds. He wasn't sure if there was any electric wiring this far in the house or if they were preserving so he just used his flashlight strapped to the gun, as he walked from to room. The safe house had to be clear. Colton was not doing it for them though. He wanted to be able to sleep at night with out fear of a fleshy walking in on him. Sure if they were alive it'd be easier, he didn't come here so he could die for some one else.


After each room he swept he would shut the door. He didn't know what he would really do if he looked back and one was open. It'd just mean some one was there. If he would freak out or try to go hunting for them was a question for when it arose. Besides it still seemed liked a good idea and gave comfort to him. Colton finished up in this wing. He had to memorize it in case he felt the need to escape. He took off the gun and clicked on the safety before sticking it under his shirt behind him. He walked out to the main area to see a tall chick with a little boy. Well I guess I know who Asher is now. He thought as he watched Chana release a lashing out to the girl, who had brought Asher back safely. What's the point of yelling? He is back now and safe. Chana would have been just as angry if they had left him here with some one she doesn't trust. Come to think of it there were two stranger waiting at the gate with loaded rifles.





He approached Chana and Asher. "Hey, Hey, Hey," He said in rapid succession to grab her attention, then continued, "Chana,you should take Asher to get dry and warmed up. I don't want him catching something." He smiled Asher, so he did not seem like some creepy bearded man coming in giving orders. He positioned himself slightly between the two women. He did not want to make it seem he thought they were going to fight by splitting them off completely. Though he wouldn't be surprised if bullets were fired.

 

[Daeya]

Averting her raging gaze from Chana, she saw a tall man emerge from the hall behind her. Narrowing her eyes at him, she took her tone down a notch.


"Chana, you need to understand, I took care of your brother, I made sure he was safe, and kept him by my side the entire time. I'm sorry you had to wait so long to contact him, and it was unfair of me to take him away, elongating the gap between you two."


Looking back down at Asher, she gave him a small smile, then looked back up at Chana.


"Now, if there isnt anything else you would like to discuss, I have to go back to Skye and Timmy,"


Cally remarked, waiting if Chana would reply.

 

[Ashmorne]

Cally spoke so arrogantly that Chana felt her voice raise with every word she spoke. How dare she? This was her only family, and Cally spoke so lightly? As if Chana was irrational in her anger, as if she didn't just take a 7 year old out into a dangerous city?


"This is my brother, Cally. My only family in this entire world. This child is all I have. You say you couldn't leave him in the house? But that doesn't change the fact that you TOOK HIM OUT INTO A CITY LIGHTNING STORM," Chana's voice sounded deathly now, her anger bubbling over. "Don't you dare speak to me as if you knew better. You don't. Why do you think I left him at the house? There's always someone over your shoulder in this damned house and you couldn't find a single one to look over Asher? You just had to play hero. You had to be the star, watching out for the helpless all by yourself. But you're not. You're a child."


Chana spat the last words out as Colton appeared, her brows knit with anger. Colton stepped in between the two. She realized it was a good thing, because Chana didn't trust herself with this intense fury bubbling in her gut.


"Come on, Asher. Let's go get you cleaned up," Chana said coldly with her eyes locked on Cally. She then looked at Colton, a tired expression on her face. "I think he has a fever. You're a doctor, you know more about this than I do. If you could please look at him later, I would be forever grateful." And with that she spun on her heel and left, Asher in tow.

 

[Daeya]

Angrily spitting back, another feeling lurked inside her that she had yet to discover- hate.


"We didnt even know it would become a f****** storm until we were out there! I felt obligated to take care of him, as he looked like needed someone to be with, something to do. I didnt want him to be upset by the fact you were gone, and so I took him out. And you know, you would be just as mad if I had left him here with someone you didnt trust."


Cally was in disbelief as she watched Chana's back turn on her, and clenched her fists as she was called a child. She turned around, going outside of the House and behind the Estate, where it looked like it could have been a garden years ago. There she sat on a slick bench, her chin in her hands, anger still alive in her hands, her stomach, her entire body.


(( sorry for my lack of emotion showing through, I am on my kindle and its hard to write. if I were on the laptop, cally would have not taken this conversation lightly ))

 

[Saturnity]

After Chana had rushed from the room, Takai wandered out aimlessly noticing her angry reunion with her brother out of the corner of his eye.


He didn't approach the two arguing women, but instead moved toward the opposite side of the hallway, watching them until they separated. As Chana passed by, Takai merely glanced at her, seeing Asher's hand closed tightly in hers.


I would normally say something to piss her off more at this point... he thought vacantly to himself.


Instead, the man moved past them, observing as Cally stormed outside in anger. Upon reaching the front door, he moved through to the outside, a sheet of rain washing over his body. He was tired, but he also knew that he'd not be able to fall asleep with everything on his mind. Thunder rolled through the sky with an earth shattering boom. Once again, because of his anger and hatred, he found himself alone. Marching silently, he moved past the front gates and onto the dark asphalt. With no machete, no revolver, a broken finger, and a scarred body, Takai decided to take a little stroll.


All the f*cking drama...

 

[Ashmorne]

Chana, while still angry, felt the tendrils of rage begin to loosen around her heart. She sighed slowly as she walked with Asher, tired from her death threat with Takai and showdown with Cally. She had passed by Takai on her way back to Mel, but the two said no words. Maybe another time they would continue their conversation, but for now...Chana cared very little.


She smiled down at Asher reassuringly as they walked back towards the room where Mel had witnessed the whole scene.


"Well buddy. Looks like you really had an adventure today, huh?" Chana said weakly. "I'm sorry for yelling back there. I was just worried about you, kiddo."


Asher held onto Chana's hand tightly as they walked, bobbing his shaggy head.


"It's okay." He said with a quick and toothy smile.


Chana chuckled and moved into the room where Mel was waiting. "Mel, meet my little brother Asher. Asher, this is Mel. Just Mel,"


Pausing, Chana touched her side for a moment. She wondered how Asher would take Chana being stitched back up. Her little brother had seen her wounded plenty of times, but she never liked it.


"Hey Ash. Can you stand guard for us? It'll be fun. Just stand out by the door and make sure no one comes in."


Chana gave the boy a quick hug as he went to "stand lookout". She then turned her attention back to Mel, unzipping the sweatshirt.


"Alright, do your thing."

 

[Mack Daddy]

Colton nodded to Chana just before she turned around, "Yeah, sure I can do that." He probably wasn't even in the rain and cold for that long. If it made her feel better then it wasn't a problem. He should probably get to know Asher anyways. If he was the brother of Chana then maybe he could a few things out as the need arrived. It seemed almost wrong to time, but the fact Takai and Chana were so quiet about their past, well no deliberately avoiding their past disturbed him. So his safety out weighed the morality of it all. They were drying off for now so he could get something else done in the time.


Well he hadn't met that Cally, chick yet. Best to have more friends than enemies. Colton flipped his hood up and walked out towards the large open area. There she was sitting on the bench head in hands. His step were made louder by the puddles on the ground, but he did not care. He was not trying to surprise her and had boots on to keep out the water. Colton walked around the bench so she could see him. "Hey there." He said calmly, while looking down to her on the bench and trying to keep the water out of his eyes. "I'm Colton."

 

[Daeya]

Cally emerged from her thoughts as the sound of footsteps neared her, and she straightened up, realizing the figure was the person who had split up Chana and herself while they ranted at eachother. Giving him a weak smile, she wiped her forehead. She realized that she was probably soaking wet, and looked like a rag doll thrown into a bucket of bleach, but she really couldn't care less at the moment. Colton, was his name, he said. "Cally." She said sharply, rubbing her temples. Looking up at him, she squinted. "Hey, I'm sorry if I seem a little," she said, watching the storm progress across the City. "-gruff." Cally concluded, not in the mood for words at the moment.


The more she examined his face, she thought she knew him from some time before. "Colton, did you have a job in a hospital, before the outbreak?" Cally asked, narrowing her eyes at him, trying to pull a memory out of her clouded mind.

 

[SliverOfHope]

(Heh... I hope it isn't too lengthy.)

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Mel had just gotten all of the necessary materials from her bag when the door slammed open from behind her, light revealing the form of Takai. And of course the man couldn't enter like a normal person, giving out a 'hello' to the both of them. Oh, no, he had to greet them with much harsher words that were surrounded in a thick veil of fury and rage.


"Decided not to kill yourself, b*tch? What a pity..."





The brunette's gaze instantly turned to look at Chana with a dash of worry in them, wondering what the female would do. She didn't seem to be the kind of person to take such insults lightly and would most likely retaliate with something of her own. Although, what that retaliation actually happened to be wasn't something the girl expected.


Slap!





That's the only noise that dominated the room in that moment, the sound loud and deafening to her ears. Mel wanted to get in between the two and try to make them see reason but, sadly, she could tell that they were both beyond any rational thought at this point. And the girl couldn't have moved right then to save her life since she was practically frozen on the spot, paralyzed with excruciating anticipation.


Takai seemed aghast as soon as the back of Chana's hand moved across his face with surprising strength but the emotion didn't last. In a movement so quick that Mel was barley able to follow, the man had out his machete and was pressing it underneath the woman's chin, his other hand wrapping roughly around her throat. He slammed her back into the wall and the brunette had enough conscious thought to wince from the force.


The man spoke in a tone that was filled to the brim with boiling hatred, the emotion stemming from some part deep inside that Mel couldn't see. As the blade veered closer and closer to Chana's exposed jugular, a sneer upon Takai's features, the brunette knew deep inside that he wouldn't be able to go through the action. A small part of her spoke out that knew Takai wasn't going to bring that blade down upon her throat, even when he was more than capable of doing so.


Although even while Mel knew that Chana wouldn't get any serious harm done to her by Takai himself, she couldn't seem to take any comfort from it. A fine tremble slowly spread like molasses throughout her body and as the blade came closer and closer Mel tensed in morbid anticipation for the final blow...


Only, it didn't come.


Nope. Instead the machete clattered uselessly to the ground as Takai released the tight hold he had on Chana, the man backing up as if he'd just seen a ghost. He shook his head as if in denial before stumbling to the floor and landing on his knees, words spewing from his lips in disturbing vacancy.


When Chana began making her way over to Takai and sat along the floor with him, Mel felt as if she was intruding on a secretive or private moment. Every word the pair said was able to reach her ears but there she stood, still frozen as if in a trance that couldn't seem to disengage itself. Her body still trembled with a whirlwind of emotions and a headache pounded against her skull relentlessly yet she stayed in the same room, settling for not making a sound.


Mel only did come back to her senses once yet another voice - distinctly female- rung throughout the house entire house. To Mel that meant very little but to Chana they seemed to mean the world and with movements so quick that they were hard to follow, the female had placed on a hoodie and was out the door, only dust laying in her wake. Almost right after the rush that was Chana, Takai had exited the room as well which left only Mel to occupy the space.


Mel was only able to catch snippets of the conversation from where she was but had gotten the gist pretty much in her head, a small sliver of pity for the girl on the receiving end of Chana's wrath constricting her heart. Although it only lasted for all of a split second as agreement quickly replaced it instead, knowing that she would have been equally as furious if someone had carelessly taken her only family, the only person she truly cared about, out into such a world.


Unfortunately, I'm all alone in such desolate times with no one there to help me see some light. Nobody's standing beside me that may give some reason as to why I continue to live and trudge forward each day that passes. She thought darkly to herself as she willed her body to finally move, different emotions seemingly drowning her, emotions that ranged from the darkest of depressions all the way to the slightest tendril of hope. Shaking her head to focus back on the present, Mel finished laying out all of the medical supplies she had obtained, only stopping as Chana came back into the room with a young boy in tow.


"Hey Asher." Mel's voice shook the tiniest bit as she spoke the words aloud, doing her best to keep the smile she had from wavering. She felt bad that she couldn't conjure or muster any honest and happy emotions for the boy placed in front of her but it didn't matter all that much because as soon as he left to go stand guard outside the room, the door shut tight, any facade she had previously been holding on to crumbling.


The brunette dragged a hand across her tired face, brown irises both tortured and conflicted at once, before she turned to look over at Chana. Mel's voice carried to the older woman's ears in a low murmur as she gestured over to the bed halfheartedly, her voice carrying very little of its usual bite. "Just go ahead and sit down for now. I'll be right over to take a look at the wound."

 

[Ashmorne]

Raking a hand through her hair, Chana's eyes rested on Mel. The girl looked troubled, her face disturbed. Her brow was knit, and a somber expression had settled onto her features. The younger girl had experienced a head injury, only to experience one extreme even Chana let out a breath and stood up, moving across the room to stand by Mel. She rested on the window ledge looking at the younger girl with a small smile on her face.


"Hey. It's been a crazy day. How are you holding up?" Chana asked a small question, hoping Mel would feel comfortable enough to talk with her.


She crossed her arms lightly as she watched the girl. Mel looked to be anywhere between 16 and 18. Chana thought back to all those years ago. She was a different person back then...Asher was only 2 years old. She was by herself, basically raising her little brother. Back then, Chana had felt as though the entire weight of the world was on her shoulders. As she grew up, she realized how to balance out her burdens and her responsibility. She had felt like a lonely soul...still did most of the time. But less so, more recently. The desolate look on her face was one that Chana was very familiar with. Her face softened. Gazing out the window, she spoke softly to the younger girl.


"You aren't alone in this you know."





Chana didn't know how Mel would respond...if it would be sarcasm, anger, defense...or maybe openness even. But she went out on a limb, mainly because all those years ago when she herself was 17...she had wished someone would have done the same with her.

 

[Mack Daddy]

"No, no need to apologize. We all seem.. well a little bit gruff. It's almost wrong not to be."


He flipped off his hood so it didn't seem like he was hiding anything. He moved to sit down next to her at the other end of the bench. Half to give her space and half to give himself an arm rest. He gave a sigh of relief as he sat down of the first time in nearly 12 hours. He had run over a marathon in pure mileage today, not including sprinting. His legs ached, and was not sure he would be able to get up if he sat down to long.


"Colton, did you have a job in a hospital, before the outbreak?"





He looked over to her to answer her question.





"Yeah, uh, I actually split time between the hospital and a research center for quite a bit. How'd you know?"





He hadn't told anyone about his past - no one had asked yet. And unless they were scoping him before he got picked up there was no way she would know. And if they had been - well it was time to use the escape room out of the dormitory wing he had found while looking around earlier.

 

[SliverOfHope]

Mel let out a snort that sounded bitter even to her own ears, Chana's words filtering through her head. Yes, she was alone. Utterly and truly alone. Or, at least that's what it felt like to the 17 year old. Before she had met this ragtag group of survivors no one else had ever stood up for her or had ever looked out for her. No, it had always been just her in every single situation. After time and time again of being constantly brushed away like a mere fly Mel finally just accepted the fact that she... she wouldn't ever be good enough for those to help her.


Hmm, what kind of cake should I order for my pity party?





Shaking her head to focus a bit more in the present, Mel put down the supplies and walked over to where Chana was, deciding on a whim to take a sit upon the ledge as well and look out through the glass at the thunderstorm currently raging on outside. The dreary weather had always been a source of comfort for the brunette and she relished in the scene before finally breaking away the silence.


"You may say that but it doesn't take away from the truth." She began in a slow voice, trying her best to keep her eyes on the storm. It was strange, she conceded, to be able to recognize the fear eating away at her stomach. Never once before had she ever willingly spoke about her emotions. Well, she never actually spoke about herself in general, no matter how small the detail.


"I feel... numb. Empty. And I'm just so tired -of everything- right now." Mel deadpanned softly. She let the silence stretch on for a few seconds before finally chancing a look at the woman sitting right beside her, a bit nervous to hear any sort of retort that could come out of Chana's mouth.


She honestly would have continued to keep speaking because the things weighing her down were too much to handle but she just couldn't. She physically couldn't get her mouth to open or words to form aloud. Instead Mel settled for sitting right there on that window ledge in constricting silence, hoping for some ungodly reason that Chana would try and encourage the girl to talk a little bit more. It was absurd for her to be wishing such a thing but also that much more relieving.


What the hell has gotten into me lately? Sh*t, I'm now officially losing any metaphorical balls I had obtained prior to this conversation. Wonderful...

 

[Hibes]

Jaden woke up. His pain faded a bit, and his mind was all clear now. He got up, and as he was walking out from the room, he got his headphones off. It was quite a day. Was is a day? He couldn't answer this question. Ever since the world has turned into hell, he lost his sense of time. Walking towards, he was thinking about history, mythology, theology. He was looking for some kind of connection in them. He did not have a touch for chemicals, or biology, so he looked where he had knowledge.


Although he decided to go into the library, he changed his mind, when he looked out on the window, and saw Takai walking alone again. Instead of the library, he just went after him.


Getting close enough to hear him, he accelerated, and called after him. "Hey! Takai!" After getting next to him, he looked at his face. He seemed troubled, so Jaden was wondering about how should he approach the situation. Eventually, he decided not to ask anything further. Instead he just walked next to him. The weather was not quite fit for a walk, but Jaden didn't mind it. He loves storms, as they has a unique feeling.

 

[Ashmorne]

A scoff came from Mel at Chana's words, the younger girl seeming surprised that Chana had even asked. She appeared to be deep in thought as she shuffled with supplies, then stopped. The younger female walked over and sat down next to Chana on the window ledge.


"You may say that but it doesn't take away from the truth." she paused for a moment "I feel... numb. Empty. And I'm just so tired -of everything- right now."


The girl spoke in quiet tones, and after a few seconds, Chana could sense that Mel was looking at her. A sense of familiarity had settled over her as Mel talked...she knew those emotions all too well, and in all honesty, still dealt with them sometimes. She thought again about how she was at Mel's age... about the similarities that paralleled her and the younger girl. Mel needed to start talking to someone. She was talented, helpful, and most of all...she still had her emotions and feelings buried deep within her. She still had her humanity. Chana didn't want to see any of that go to waste because there was no one around to talk to. Mentally, she felt a little wary that she had already begun to feel attached to Mel. But that was what Chana was trying so hard to believe in...hope. She was trying to believe that hope still existed, and that life did go on.


When Chana was younger, she had Asher to help her through her hardest times. The boy was a ray of sunshine to her. A sadness twisted her stomach as she realized that Mel had no one, no family or friends that she spoke of. She thought for a moment...deciding on something without even realizing. Chana would be there for this girl....this younger girl that she had already experienced fights with, earning battle scars alongside each other.


Crossing her arms lightly, she looked back at Mel. "Yeah. I definitely know the feeling. A little too well." Chana spoke thoughtfully, pausing for a moment. She lightly nudged the girl with her shoulder. "Hey. You look faraway. What's on your mind?"


Chana spoked softly, beckoning Mel to open up more. She waited patiently, not saying anything as she listened to see if the younger girl would accept her attempt to reach out. They sat there, rain pattering away outside, ignoring the lightning that thundered off in the distance.

 

[SilverCaress]

"Looters..." She continued to grit her teeth, "I can't stand them. They take all your worth, when there's plenty of places round here that they could take from!!" Trying to let her anger subside, she ran her fingers through her hair. "Sorry..I just.. Looters ruined the one place I had going for me. I had a secure home, or so I thought..and they ruined it. Took everything.. Also..." She continued, pulling her shirt up slightly, revealing a crippling bruise on her side, "They beat me up, left me with this."

 

[divyansh]

Vladimir laid on a bed. The sheets had turned brownish and had torn up. He was inside the mansion still, maybe one of the old bedroom. His rifle and back pack laid next tom him. They were not properly kept, it seemed as if Vladimir had dropped them before falling on the bed. Vladimir's skin was red and extremely hot as if it was on fire. His body was covered with sweat, his expression was tense. Maybe he was having a nightmare or was it just due to the heat who knew. Shortly his eyes opened. A small breeze calm from the window. That wind was a bliss for Vladimir. He seemed rather pale and weak. His lips and mouth were dry. Vladimir had been asleep for many hours maybe even a day or more.


He soon grabbed a bottle from his backpack but the very moment he pulled it out a look came to his face. A horrified look, his fingers moved away the bottle crashed into the floor. Was he scared of water? Who knew. " This is not good " He said in a low tone hopping no one was near. Well no one would have been close by otherwise someone would have found out of Vladimir. He pulled the bottle back up, his hand was trembling. He knew that water was what he needed the most at his current stage. If his body was not cooled down soon he could possibly die.


The moment the container touched his mouth water began to rush down his throat. He gulped as much as he could but soon he dropped the bottle, spitting what was left in his mouth. It was not due to taste or because he thought that the water was not pure, in fact it was involuntary he had a very powerful urge to do so, a urge he could not fight.


He grabbed his rifle in a hurry and used it as a cane to help him walk. He needed help and he knew it. He in a weak voice tried to call for help. " Help " he yelled but when he opened his mouth to yell he could not, only a tiny low pitched voice escaped his lips. He knew that he was in trouble. His tried to think of what to do but his mind was blank, he could not think. He could soon feel pain in his temple. Vladimir could feel something was wrong. Soon he he could feel something in his gut then throat. He vomited blood and what not, soon crashing onto the ground. It seemed he had taken out all the sources of energy he had. He could feel weak and feeble. He rifle was lying new. He knew he could not make yell. Was it his time to die? Would someone even find his body or will he rot there forever? Suddenly a idea struck him. He slowly grabbed the trigger and pulled it hard with all his might, producing a very high decibel noise. It was surely his last attempt to get help. After firing the shot he could feel his vision get blurry, he could not hear the sound of the wind. His senses were being defeated. His eyelids began to fall. Vladimir tried to fight it in the hope of someone coming to help him soon. He was oblivious to the fact that the bullet had punctured into his foot. Well his senses were no longer functioning properly.


( sorry couldnt some way better to come back)

 

[PKCV2]

The door flew open, Delsin walked back inside the safehouse, soaked, and leaving a trail of water. He only felt a bit woozy, nothing worse, guess he was getting used to this. The house was silent, excluding the puddles he left.


Squish...one step...squish...two steps...squish...three steps...squish...four steps...squish...fi-


A gunshot echoed through the halls...another one.


Delsin waited, soaking in the sound of the gunshot, his eyes closed, trying to find the direction of where it came. Delsin was never sure that what he was doing actually works but soon enough he bolted through the halls, rounding corners, and skidded to a halt to see a big man on the ground. Blood and water spattered across the floor, a rifle laid next to him.


Delsin knelt down next to the man and held the back of his palm to his forehead, hot, very hot. Delsin stood up, his pistol in hand, he'd be stupid if he didn't kill this guy right now...but if he could be saved?


Delsin went into a crouch again, this time the barrel of his gun rested on the man's forehead.


3...2...


F*CK!


Delsin pulled his pistol back and into his holster and thought. He didn't know how to help the guy...but maybe someone else in the house would...Delsin moved to the man's side and wrapped his arms under him.


Okay...okay...go!


Delsin pulled up, slowly, painfully he got the big man up and over his shoulder. Then he began his walk to the main building, yelling for help occasionally on the chance someone would hear...as if the gunshot wasn't enough. As he was walking he felt something splatter on the back of his shoes, he kept going, it happened again. He looked under his arm and saw the guy's foot was bleeding on him.


Great...

 

[Daeya]

Looking back over at Colton she said, "Just a hunch. You look like a medical guy, that's all." She said with a slight chuckle, and pulled her lips to a small attempt at a smile. "I used to work in the medical field as well, surgery and that stuff. But when the outbreak started, I didn't know I was immune. So I left, and moved on. A few years back I was tested positive for immunity, but who knows what has happened since then." The rain was letting up now, getting softer to a trickle from the dark clouds above.


A dull gunshot rung through the House, sounding like it had come from the bedroom wing. "Why don't you come with me, to check that out? I hope nobody has gotten into the building." She stood up, trying to wring the most of the water out of her hair and clothing, and walked towards the entrance. She slowly closed the door behind her, slipping her wet shoes off and setting them by the Atrium fire. She didn't want to draw any attention this time. "Bedroom wing," she said, reminding herself where to go. She looked down, and saw a small trail of wet footsteps leading that way. Following them, she eventually opened up to a hallway, hearing small yells as a call for help.


"Hello?" She said, not making an attempt to raise her voice. Looking around in the dim afternoon light, she couldn't see anyone coming forward. Not looking behind her, she turned the corner into the bedroom wing. A tall man, another slung across his shoulder, walking towards her. "Hey!" she whispered-yelled, and took out her revolver. The safety was already off, but she didn't fire right away. As they stepped closer into the light, Cally could make out that the man advancing toward her was a survivor, for sure. "Set him down, please," she whispered to him, unsure what to make of the situation.

 

[PKCV2]

Delsin rounded another corner, a girl with reddish-brown hair and a bearded man appeared in front of him, he would've been relieved but the girl pulled her revolver on him.


"Set him down,please."


Her words audible but quiet.


Delsin slowly but reluctantly set the man down, this man needed help and Delsin's patience was running thin. After having the man's head gently resting on the ground he whirled around with the pistol in his hand, he didn't even think about drawing his gun, just came naturally. Realizing what he had just done he decided to go along with it.


"If you can help then help, if not, you need to move." Delsin's voice, low and threatening.

 

[Daeya]

Smiling, she nodded in thanks. "I think I might be able to help ease the situation, but I have no idea how to-" She stopped. She had known the face of the sickly looking man, lying on the floor. But, in the dim light, it had transformed into a red, shriveling pucker of a face. "cure someone." Looking over at Colton, "Research center, huh. Familiar with the virus, I presume?" She asked quietly, then looked back down at the man who had laid on the floor.


"How did you find him, what were the circumstances?" She asked, kneeling down to the side of the man. She rested her wet palm on his forehead, feeling immediately to the touch a burning hot fever. His skin was dry, and resembled the hue of a slightly ripened tomato. "I- I don't know if," She started, looking down at him. "He may be infected, he may be not, but it's too early in the stages of infection to tell, I assume. If he were conscious we could ask him a few questions, but he's not.. I guess the best thing to do would be to wait with him." Cally rested on the wall, setting her revolver down with the safety clicked off, but still in her lap. Outside, the rain had intensified, and against the Institute's roof it sounded like pellets of metal were falling from the sky, not rain. Every once and a while, the crack of a lightning bolt would sound, casting an eerie thunderclap across the City.