Futuristic BioGenesis Safe House: Surviving the Post-Apocalypse.

[Dice]

Verdun nodded after what Nat said, he got down on one knee, and placed his hands untop of the other one. He pushed her up to the top of the fence, and over. Verdun got up dusting himself off waiting for Nat to unlock the gate.

 

[Gabe]

"You obviously have a large group here. In this wastelands, finding food is scarce, and with one more mouth to be fed, things will only go worse." Christopher said, while sighing. That's what always happens. Food becomes scarce, people fight each other, then kill each other, then leave. And he had his share of human killing for his entire life. And his scars didn't need bandages, it was more for aesthetics. Those scars reminded everything wrong that was with him. Insanity, anger, sadness. Hiding this away from others avoided asking, and hiding from himself avoided answering. But it's such a large place, maybe, just maybe... "I... guess I could stay for some days. Just the time to get ready for me to get ready and recover." He was planning to leave as soon as possible, but he felt something else on that place... something like...safety.

 

[Mack Daddy]

Colton stood up, and waked out of the wing, feeling as everything that could be done there has been done. He was weary and the pain killers he took had not kicked in yet. There was blood all down his shirt and face, not that he could see it. His nose was out of place from the fall, and he was groaning from his bruised ribs every breath. He might have been mistaken for a fleshy. He stumbles into the hallway where he heard at first yelling, but i t seemed to quiet down since then. He saw Chana talking with people all around. Who in h*ll are all these people? He alked calmly into the view of everyone. It was a safehouse right, no reason to be worried. There was mirror he looked at an nearly jumped back. He loocked rough. He raised his hands to his face and felt his nose despite the throbbing pain.


"One... Two... Three"





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Which the sound of grinding gravel and a pop his nose was reset and the blocked blood came out of his nose. Those to noises were duffened by the slight yell of pain as he did it. He took off his jacket, and put it on the ground, and then took of the hoodie. He used the hoodie to wipe up his face and nose. "God that hurt" He shook his head barely believing what he had done to himself there. He would be mouth breathing for a while.

 

[SilverCaress]

Natalie tried her best to unlock the gate, and eventually unlocked it. Opening it and pulling it open, she stepped back to let Verdun in. What is this place... Or more so, what was it? She thought to herself.

 

[Dice]

Verdun went inside and looked at Nat saying "Thanks..." He paused then said "So do we just knock on the door" He was saying this as he started to walk up to the door, he stood infront of it slightly terrified. He looked back at Nat for an answear.

 

[SilverCaress]

"..I..I guess so." She stammered, where was everyone? "Maybe they're sick, if no one has noticed us yet.." Folding her arms, she stood just behind him, she could see that he was also scared and intimidated by the situation, and that made her feel a little better that she was not alone.

 

[Dice]

Verdun nodded at what Nat said, he stuttered back "Her-..here guys." He raised his hand and lightly knocked on the door. After a moment he realized that probably wasn't enough and banged on the door, then waited.

 

[SilverCaress]

Jumping slightly as he thumped on the door, she waited, pursing her lips together. "Please don't be sick..please don't be sick...please don't be sick.." She repeated to herself quietly as she fidgeted with the bottom of her shirt.

 

[Crescent]

Finn sighed lightly, a small and empathetic smile on his face. Scratching his head, he glanced at the boy. The apocalypse had done it's dance on all of them.





"Well, Christopher. Let's just get to Chana, she's the heart of this operation. She'll help you out. And then you'll probably be free to stay as long as you like. Hopefully, you'll decide to stay." Finn spoke in an understanding tone because he too had been alone for a long while. "The name's Finley, by the way. But you can call me Finn."


They moved, but he paused when a knock rang throughout the air. Finn turned, giving Christopher a quick nod and signaling him to follow. He opened the doors, to see a man and a woman standing at the stoop of the massive shelter. They didn't look infected, and they didn't have a threatening stance about them. An easy grin slipped to his face.





"Oh joy, more company. The name's Finn. If you folks aren't Compromised...and are survivors like the rest of us...welcome to the start of a safe house. Sorry we didn't notice you before. This place is huge, and most of us are in the heart of the building currently."


Finn spoke quickly, filling them in on the basics.





"If you're interested...my new friend Christopher and I were just going to meet the unofficial head of these efforts. If you come in peace, you're welcome to join us."

 

[Dice]

Verdun stepped back when the door opened going for his axe, but stopped when he saw who answered. The guy didn't looked infected, but he didn't know about the boy he had many bandages on him so you never know. When invited to come in he looked to Nat and did what looked like a nod even know you can't really see a lot of facial expressions through a gasmask.

 

[Gabe]

Christopher looked at Finley. His kind smile reminded him of the nurses back in the hospital. They were kind enough to not pity him, and Finley didn't do that too. He gave a forced smile, the one he learnt to do while he was at his home. Avoided questions like "Are you okay, sweetie? It must have been hard to lose your parents like that. Are you sure you don't want any help?" and the sort. He saw the other survivors, and directed said fake smile to them. He started to talk, with the same stuttering from before. He lost contact with humans a while ago. Now only the...what Finley called it...Compromised... kept him company.


"H-hi, I'm C-Christopher." He then turned to Finley. "Mr. Finley, this...Compromised... are those aggressive infected people from outside? I've always called them infected." He said, while looking outside of the window. Compromised. It's a fitting name. "You said that you're still in the building process... I can be of help, I mean, if you want help..." He said, while releasing the dirty bandages from his arms. They were so dirty it started to itch. He didn't show his bare arms in public, but it was itching so bad he feared bugs were inside of them. But there were only sand.


"Mr. Finley, about those bandages... And if it wouldn't be a bother, I'd like a place to clean myself too..." He said, while dusting off is arms.

 

[Crescent]

Finn smiled brightly at the boy as he began to turn around.


"Hey, no need for formalities, mate. You're Christopher. And I'm just Finn. Can I call you Chris?" Finn spoke absently as he motioned for the man and woman to follow the duo into the safe house. The man slightly nodded to the girl. Taking that as a sign they were coming, he looked back at the younger boy.


"I'm sure we can use all the help we can get. I like working with my hands as well. We could be a team. Fix things up. And to answer your question, yes. The Compromised are the infected. They're trapped in stage three of the sickness. I wouldn't even really call em people at that point. No memory of their pasts." Finn moved to the hallway, he had been wandering around earlier and remembered seeing an atrium in the center of the safe house. It was interesting, like a tiny encased forest within the building. There was a lake-like fixture there. He was sure they could get cleaned up there.


In the hallway, Chana was still kneeling across from Yasuko, over the fallen Isao. Her side was still caked with dried blood, which made Finn nervous. In fact, everything about Chana made Finn nervous. He rolled his eyes at himself.


She's just a girl that happens to be both pretty and strong. What of it?





Finn noticed another man had joined the scene, with dark brown hair and his fair share of injuries. He tipped his hat in the man's direction.


"Hey mate. The name's Finn. Don't think we've met yet."


He directed his attention back to Chana. "Hey, Chana, was it? Could any of you help us get Mr. Christopher some clean dressings? Then, I found a courtyard garden in the house's atrium. We're all going to wash up after. There's a lake there. Well, it's more of a large pond."


Finley laughed, realizing how much he was talking. "Heh. You probably would like to explain what all this is to our newcomers first."


He smiled easily, looking between Chana and the other man that looked to be about his age, then back to Christopher and the two new people. He bit back a sigh. He talked too much.

 

[Ashmorne]

Asher came bolting down the hallway at the sound of voices, happy to hear his older sister's among them. He moved as fast as his seven-year-old body would let him, barreling into his sister's side.

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Colton came stumbling in, his face bloodied. Chana's eyebrows shot up, her mouth open in surprise.


"Oh my god, doc! What happened to you?"


Before she had the chance to continue or even listen to him, footsteps and voices filled the hallways. Chana looked up at the return of Finn, who now had a gaggle of 3 people trailing behind him. She squeezed Isao's hand and gave a smile to Yasuko.


"Hey, just a minute."


Letting go of Isao's hand, she stood up and nodded to the newcomers. Her heart was racing at the prospect of a garden somewhere within this place, with a spring in it. She remembered seeing a dome in the center of the building. That's probably what he was referring to.


The chance to be clean? Yes please.





Suddenly, Asher was bounding down the hallway, and connected with her unwounded side. She felt startled, but then smiled quickly. This wasn't the time to be upset. He was just tired of being by himself. Chana understood. Ruffling her little brother's hair, she glanced down quickly at her side, that was bandaged but still exposed and a bit bloody. She looked away and met Asher's eyes, lifting him up in her arms.


"Hey buddy. I was just about to find you."


The puckered flesh of her scar was obvious with her cropped tank, but she realized with surprise that she cared very little about that in the moment. She knew it would bother her eventually, but there was just too much going on right now. Tucking her hair behind her ear with her free hand, she smiled at the younger boy who had come in. He looked to be around Mel's age. He was covered in dusty bandages that made Chana feel scratchy and itchy just thinking about it.


"Hey there, Christopher. I'm Chana. This is Asher, my brother." she tilted her head, studying the boy. "We can start walking to the courtyard, and I have some clean gauze and dressings in my bag. You're free to use them."


She turned her attention to the whole crowd, raising her eyebrows and laughing a bit nervously. "Hi everyone. I don't have much to say except that this is a group of survivors trying to start a little safe house. We're employing the whole 'safety in numbers' technique here. I think we have a real shot at success here."


She smiled as she spoke, talking politely. With everything that had gone on in the past few days, and what was currently going on...she felt that she could take on anything.

 

[PKCV2]

He woke with a start, a thin line of drool connecting his mouth with the floor of the building. Wait...building?


Oh right...I've gotten myself into a safehouse of sorts...


Slowly and unsteadily, Delsin clawed his way to his feet, his dark-blue hair slightly covering his vision. He took the time to get his bearings back, an empty bottle lay on it's side, scanning his surroundings he found he was in a small closet. Stumbling over his own feet and scooping the bottle from the floor, he managed to push open the door and stumble back into the unfamiliar safehouse.


Walking alone in the maddening silence, he remembered his weapons. His rifle slung around his shoulder, a pistol tucked away in his belt, and a knife clipped along his belt. Drawing his pistol and keeping the safety clicked off, he felt a bit safer about this place, after all he had little memories of this place after blacking out. Unfortunately he did remember his past, everything he did against this country, it did carry weight, but he also did not feel much remorse about it.


After half an hour of aimless wandering he came upon a group of other people, causing him to jump back I surprise and slink back into the background, watching from a distance, deciding to slip the pistol back into his belt.


"Hi everyone. I don't have much to say except that this is a group of survivors trying to start a little safe house. We're employing the whole 'safety in numbers' technique here. I think we have a real shot at success here."


Huh...hope they have a long term plan regarding the safety of this place.

 

[Gabe]

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Chana." Christopher said, while finishing taking off the bandages from his legs. More scars, but this time, it covered almost all of the legs. "I've been thinking, maybe bandages aren't the best solution, I mean, I'd just waste medical supplies... Maybe some cloth patches will do the job." He said, while finishing dusting off his legs. He took out the long coat, and let his arms and legs out for the people to see. It wasn't a pleasant sight. Several dark and red spots covered his arms, and several normal skin spots on the legs. Christopher was blushing, ashamed of his own condition, but in the situation that he was, there was no time for shame. He also saw part of Chana's scar. His time on the burn ward of the hospital did teach him how to recognize burn scars. He kept his mouth shut about it. Might be a delicate subject.


He sighed loud. He was more tired than he imagined.


"Ms. Chana, what happened? It looks like it hurt." He said, while looking at the bloody bandages. Since he's a survivalist, he knows a lot about first aid. "Do you have any lemon or some geraniums? They're the best to stop bleeding." He reached to his backpack and got his last roll of bandages. "If you want, I can redress it with some healing herbs. It won't hurt, I promise." He got some Thuja oil from the side pocket, and showed to her. "I plundered a pharmacy. Ain't proud of it. But at least it'll have some use."

 

[Dice]

Following the man and the boy Verdun say many things and many people, but when they meet the girl who was in charge, Verdun was set back. This was it! He'd made it, and he felt so good that he was somewhere, at least for the moment was friendly and safe. But the moment he say the crowd his happiness faded, he started realizing everything that could go wrong. Verdun sunk to the back of the room when the women was talking, here he didn't want to get to know anyone he deiced it was a decent place.

 

[Ashmorne]

As the bandages came off, Chana forced her eyebrows not to rise at the sight of the of the splotches that covered the boy beneath his bandages. He needed to recuperate, to rest Before she had the chance to even say anything though, Christopher's eyes had found the half-dressed wound at her side. In spite of herself, he smiled at his words and desire to help. She moved a bit closer, touching Christopher's shoulder lightly so he would pause, an understanding smile on her face.


"So you plundered a pharmacy. We've all done things to survive." dropping her hand, she adjusted Asher in her arms. "But this gash is from a Compromised, an infected. Don't worry, I'm immune. I'd appreciate your help though. But only if you rest as well, get your strength up. We're all a little worse off for the wear."


Chana directed her attention towards Finn, giving him a quick nod. "Maybe the garden will have some leftover plants. Lemons or geraniums even?" then, she began to continue to walk towards the heart of the buildings, looking over her shoulder with a content expression. "Oh, and please just call me Chana."


After navigating for a bit, they approached heavy metal doors. They looked airtight. Chana set Asher down and pushed against one of them, putting all her weight into it. It started to move slowly, and then flew open with burst of air. Chana caught herself to keep from falling over with the sudden movement, but then looked at the room in awe. A natural spring gurgled in the center of an overgrown garden. It looked more like a forest, really. A large, domed skylight rose high above it, and when Chana squinted her eyes she could see that it was porous.


This has been watered all this time? Look at how overgrown everything is. With some care, this could work. This could work so well!


Chana's eyes widened at the bigness of it all. When Finn spoke of a courtyard, she expected a measly garden. Not this. She spoke in a whisper. "The people here before us were trying to be truly self-sufficient. This is the garden I've seen in years."


Her eyes spotted a few fruit trees, some overgrown patches of herbs, all surrounding the pond.


Whipping around, her face bore a huge smile. "Guys. It looks like we've got food and some possible medical herbs after all. Christopher...do you see any geraniums?"

 

[Gabe]

Christopher looked at the floor when Chana spoke of the pharmacy. He was worried about her, that wound may get infectious. He followed her to the so called garden, and got pleasantly surprised for the outcome. An indoor forest, he could call. This is perfect. So many herbs that could been use for antibiotics, anti inflammatory, and food. So many food. Christopher went on his "survivalist self". He took a different stance, one that is highly technical on forest and survival. His father taught him all that. And now it was time to put that on practice.


"Yes... yes... This is... perfect... There's plenty geraniums near the spring. We're gonna gather some of them, treat the wounded. We also need to gather some lemons and garlic. Garlic is an antibiotic and anti inflammatory, enough dehydration and some herbs and it could be used as a salve. If you don't mind, I'll explore this more thoroughly. God knows what is hidden behind those trees. At a future project, I'd like to expand the outside as well. The soil is good enough for us to plant something. I guess we can try to reroute the spring's water and put it some water tanks, for irrigation. So, Ms Chana, what do you think? Can we do this?" He said, while checking some of the nearby plants.


He was determined to help those people. Even though they owed him nothing, they received him with open arms. And even thought it was a short time, he knew he was going to stay a little while. He grabbed some of the geraniums, replanted some branches and got the flowers. "We're gonna mince this, put some water, soak the bandages with this oil and put this on your wound. You're immune to the virus, but this could have infections, bacteria and the sort. Those Compromised are dangerous. We need to treat this." He got from his backpack a whisker and a small pot, and started doing the salve.

 

[Ashmorne]

The thoughts of expansion made Chana buzz with excitement. And the fact that Christopher actually knew his way around these plants gave her a great deal of hope. They would actually have a way to sustain themselves, to utilize these resources. As he spoke of treating the wounded, and remedies for all sorts of ailments, Chana's mind wandered back to Isao. She needed to get back to him. She wanted him to wake up, to be okay.


Oh, Isao. I'm sorry for leaving. But I had to see this place. It was selfish of me.


Closing her eyes, she breathed in the earthy fresh scent of the foliage. A moment later, focused her attention on Christopher.


"Christopher, this is wonderful. You're going to be able to do great things with this garden! And I would be happy if you could teach me a thing or two. But before we treat me...there's a man inside unconscious from dehydration and malnutrition. Can we do something for him?"

 

[Gabe]

Christopher thought for a while. Dehydration...malnutrition... "Dehydration and malnutrition aren't that hard to heal. If you have, I need water, salt and sugar. If you can, please boil the water first. Then prepare some of those fruits, they need to be easy to eat. Pull the pulp from them... Sadly, this is as far as I can go, I mean, I can only do first-aid..." He said, his stance quickly fading. He wasn't a doctor. The only thing he knew is how to survive in the forest, but the people here need a doctor. And a scrawny kid with a broken mind can never do that for them.


"This is as far as I can go with healing, Ms. Chana. I'm so sorry. I guess... I'll clean myself, find some rest. Those few days took a toll on me. Excuse me." He grabbed some empty bottles on his backpack, filled with water and stored them away. Then, he went on exploring the rest of the place. Find someplace to rest, to get clean. To maybe, start again.

 

[Ashmorne]

Chana blinked as Christopher bustled about. She agreed, the boy definitely needed some rest. And probably needed something to eat as well. With a lot on her mind, she moved about the area, stopping in front of an overgrown patch of blackberries. She gathered as much as she could for Isao, and then wandered back over to where Christopher was. Reaching into her satchel, she pulled out a few sticks of dried beef jerky that she looted a few days prior to finding the shelter.


"Christopher, before you go. When was the last time you ate anything substantial?"

 

[Gabe]

"Does a can of tuna, half a bag of chips and water to chug it down count as substantial?" He threw the other half of the bag of chips to her. "Chewy Cheetos, Chana?" He chuckled. The first laugh in many weeks. Christopher's sense of humor weren't as good as he thought, but that didn't stop him.


"I prefer to eat my dinner while I'm clean. I'll meet you shortly after cleaning myself. We can discuss what do to with the dehydrated guy while eating beef jerky." He remembered the days he was at the hospital. Chana reminded him of the nurses, always trying to tend him to safety. Maybe she was a nurse by heart. All he knew is that she's going to be a good leader to this place. And he knew he should give this place a name. Calling this place "this place" is getting out of hand.

 

[Crescent]

Finn was busying himself in the corridor, peeking into the forest-like place within the house in awe. Hearing a rustling noise, he turned around. A blue haired man had been wandering behind them, tall with tattooed arms. Finn smiled easily, tipping his hat.


"Hey, mate. I'm Finn. Who're you?"

 

[PKCV2]

A new voice sounded behind Delsin, who in turn, whirled around with his fists raised. His earlier incident caused extra motion blur in his vision, causing him to stumble to the side a bit but managing to stay on two feet. He took a good look at the newcomer. Short-medium length wavy brown hair, a long scar, a necklace.


Sheepishly he lowered his hands, letting an awkward chuckle escape his lips.


"Hey...mate...Delsin."


He held out his hand. If he planned on staying then he might as well start making friends instead of enemies.

 

[Crescent]

Shaking Delsin's hand, Finn grinned easily and chuckled as well. He glanced over at the foliage and let out a breath. The arching trees and overgrown plants were such a nice sight to see. It'd been so long since he'd been around such green and lovely things. He stretched his arms above his head and sighed.





"Nice to meet you, Delsin. It's strange meeting all these new people. Well, yesterday I was an old street rat. Today I'm surrounded by people. Who would have thought that this would be possible?"