Realistic or Modern Boundless (Always Open)

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





Day 12


I've been hiding out in my apartment for nearly two weeks since the outbreak began, occasionally peering out of my bedroom window for any signs of life. The first week this all started explosions rocked the city, the mutants seemingly lost their minds and attacked anything in sight. The sound of firefights going on throughout the city became a constant occurrence. Now only silence prevails. Those who weren't killed are probably hiding out just like me. There seems to be no help in sight, I constantly look to the sky expecting some type of aerial support, or to the streets hoping to catch sight of tanks rolling in; but to no avail. Surely the army will be mounting some type of rescue mission for those of us trapped within the city, I'd imagine that preparations for dealing with meta-humans who have such extraordinary abilities is certainly not an easy task. Luckily food isn't...





Losing his train of thought as a loud crash can be heard from outside, Artemis takes the notebook on his lap and places it at the edge of his desk, cautiously moving the curtain covering the window in front of him to the side slightly. His hazel eyes scanned the street below, a small sigh escaping his lips as he notices a lone trashcan rolling down the middle of the street, noisily banging into anything in its way.


"Jeezus, that nearly gave me a heart attack." he said as he leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his jet black hair, flipping the notebook open and bringing his pencil back down to the page where it had just been a moment ago. His room was a stark contrast to what lay just outside, everything was immaculate, so tidy that one might find it hard to believe that he had actually been hiding out here for nearly two weeks.


...a problem. I managed to find my landlords...





He nearly jumped out of his seat as he heard something bump against his window. He nervously put the notebook and pencil down again, leaning over his desk once more, slowly pushing his curtain to the side in order to see what had made the noise. What he saw made him reel backwards, toppling his chair over, almost to terrified to move. "What...what the fuck." He had been met with a pair of eyes, human eyes, he could have swore it was a young girl. "It couldn't be, that-that windows at least thirty feet off the ground. For fucks sake." it took him a moment to calm down, but after a couple of seconds of waiting for something to happen, he steeled his nerves and rose to his feet. "I haven't slept in like a week, my mind must be playing tricks on me. That's the only explanation." he assured himself, beginning to make his way back over to the window when suddenly a tremor ran throughout the entire building, causing him to lose his footing. "Shit!" he shouted as he fell forwards, the desk rushing up to meet him and then everything went black.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

As every day, Maxwell walked the city with no destination. Currently, he was searching through an apartment building. He hoped to find food or something else valuable. But instead, on the fourth floor, he found a guy. The guy layd there, not moving. He thought for a moment. That guy could have stuff, Maxwell could use. He started to check the guy, searching for stuff, but all that happened was, that the guy made a noise. Maxwell took his pistol out and watched the guy wake up from a short distance.


@BloodyKharma

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





"Oh god, what-what happened?" Artemis groaned, bringing a hand to his aching head. His vision was blurry, but as he blinked several times and it began to clear, he nearly let out a yelp as he saw a guy standing over him with a gun. He tried to quickly sit up, but only managed to bang his head on the desk again, letting out an even louder groan as he decided to just lay there for the time being. "Wh-what brings you here?" he sputtered, the fear evident on his face, as he wondered in the back of his mind how the hell this guy got in here. Did I forget to lock the door again?

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Artemis Fletcher



"Oh god, what-what happened?" Artemis groaned, bringing a hand to his aching head. His vision was blurry, but as he blinked several times and it began to clear, he nearly let out a yelp as he saw a guy standing over him with a gun. He tried to quickly sit up, but only managed to bang his head on the desk again, letting out an even louder groan as he decided to just lay there for the time being. "Wh-what brings you here?" he sputtered, the fear evident on his face, as he wondered in the back of his mind how the hell this guy got in here. Did I forget to lock the door again?

"What do you think, Sunnyboy? Through the door. Or the wall. This building is broken enough. Do you have any weaponry? If so, you'd do good in laying it to the ground now.", Maxwell said, his voice and face bare emotion. He still pointed the gun at the guy.

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





"I-I don't have any s-sort of weapons here. But I have food, lots food. How about you put that gun away, and I show you where the food is. Deal?" Artemis pleaded, slowly sitting up, making sure to dodge the edge of his desk this time.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Artemis Fletcher



"I-I don't have any s-sort of weapons here. But I have food, lots food. How about you put that gun away, and I show you where the food is. Deal?" Artemis pleaded, slowly sitting up, making sure to dodge the edge of his desk this time.

Maxwell let the gun sink a little and put it back at his vest. "You're better not lying. That'd be bad for you. Get up then.", he said, still bare any expression.

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





"Thanks." he mumbled, picking up his glasses that had fallen to the floor. "F-follow me." he placed the glasses on the bridge of his nose as he left the room, motioning for the man to follow him. "Can I ask you a question?" Artemis asked nervously, while leading him down a hallway and into a kitchen that was just as tidy as his room.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Maxwell followed the guy. "That mainly belongs to the question.", he answered. He was still expecting the guy to try an surprise attack, so he always had a hand at his knife.

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





"You weren't...looking through my bedroom window a little while ago, were you?" Artemis glanced at the man out of the corner of his eye suspiciously, as he opened a cabinet in front of him, which was filled to the brim with canned food.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

"That is a weird question. But to answer it: no, why should I have looked out of that window? There's not much to see anymore, since weeks already.", he said. As Artemis opened the cabinet, Maxwell muttered a "Jackpot."

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





His brow furrowed in confusion, but he just sighed and decided to let it go for now. "Is this enough for you?" he asked, opening more cabinets, all filled with dozens of cans of food. He had managed to find the master key in the landlords office, which he kept tucked away in his back pocket, so he could now open any door in the entire building. A couple of days after the outbreak, he had went door to door looking for food and any other supplies he could use.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

"More than that. That is just what I needed. Are you actually a normal human?", Maxwell asked.

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





"I'm just about as normal as they come." he said, cracking a small smile, pulling out cans of food from the cabinet and placing them on a table in the center of the room. "How exactly are you going to carry all of this?

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

"Sure enough i won't be able to carry all of those. But maybe I don't even need to do so. Who says I'm not just staying here?" Maxwell asked, critically rising an eyebrow.

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





"Well, I'm certainly not stopping you from doing so." Artemis chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head and looking around the room. "I mean there's plenty of apartments, pick one."

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Maxwell looked at Artemis. "You're serious. You won't go for an attack or something, will you? What's your name, sunnyboy?", he asked, sitting down at a chair.

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





"A-Artemis." he said, frowning slightly as he watched the man make himself at home. "Why bother fighting? Theirs plenty of room for the both of us. Plenty of food too. I'm sure help will be coming in the next few days, so we'll just have to make due until then."

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Maxwell laughed. "Help? There will be no help. They shut us away from the rest of the world. Since weaks already. Anarchy is the king at rule here. That is why carefulness is a core attribute to survive. Also, the not metas are kind of in trouble since alot of the metas are rampaging around. So face it. There will be no help." He said, a little bitter.

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





"I find that rather hard to believe, this is the United States of America after all, they might not care about meta-humans; but they wouldn't leave us...normal people to die." Artemis stated matter of factly, clearly annoyed by the mans words. "Mind if I walk over and shut the front door?" Artemis asked, just now noticing that the front door was ajar probably from earlier when the man had entered.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Maxwell laughed bitterly. "I should kill you, just for saying this. But I do not feel like doing so, so I won't. Yeah go ahead. Close the door."

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis flinched at the mans words, starting to walk over to the front door when a realization hit him. "Wait, are you a...meta?" he asked nervously, already regretting what he had just said moments ago.

 

[Wixed]

The city stood, a barren wasteland, the skeletal remains of it's former grandeur. The streets were ravaged by mutated metahumans, and as Astrid and Porter stood at it's very edge--they knew the worst was yet to come. They'd been trapped with no warning. No attempt at salvation for the citizens within the depths of the city, domed off by some invisible force field. Astrid tapped at the field, ripples of buzzing light pooling around her finger. Porter rubbed at his chin in observation. "Hmm. Seems like they plan on keeping us here, huh." Astrid sighed and danced on her tippy toes, a childish whine falling from her pouty lips. "It's not faiiirrrrrr." She huffed at her brother and he shrugged, mind racing with some sort of solution, though his face sat in its usual dead-pan expression. "I'm sure we couldn't use abilities to remove it. That'd be too simple." The boy started wandering off down the dark street, passing under a flickering lamp post. Astrid scurried after her brother, sticking close to his side as he lead the way back to their temporary living quarters.


After having possessed the home owner, he'd tampered with the man's thoughts, convincing him it was their home, and so the helpless human found himself wandering the streets aimlessly. Porter felt no remorse for his actions. Certainly everything would have been fine without the campaign to smear metahumans, forcing them into getting some vaccine to "cure" them. Karma couldn't have worked any quicker than she did with the sudden outbreak taking over New York City, and Porter was perfectly fine with watching the government crumble. The force field couldn't hold them here forever. Eventually things would leak out into the rest of the world, as long as he waited patiently, of course.


The apartment was more like a town house, and the windows were boarded off on the outside. Porter even welded metal onto the inside of each and every window (just in case.), and food was never an issue for the duo. The house was immaculate, aside from Astrid's room, which always appeared as though a tornado had touched down and spun all her belongings about. Porter managed to fill the entirely of the living room wall with books upon books, stacked neatly on self-made shelves, and was fine with accumulating even more whenever he was out scavenging. Their side of the city had been quiet as of late, and even if it hadn't been, Porter was fine with possessing his sister and playing dead for anyone who happened to snoop, though Astrid was usually able to charm anyone out of becoming violent.


Things had really turned out strange for them, and when they reached the front door of the home, Astrid pressed her index finger against the door handle, the locks clicking from the inside. They stepped in, greeted by three large stray dogs, which had been adopted into the family by the girl, and she fell to the floor-- receiving kisses. Porter sidled past the dog pile and into the living room, flopping onto the sofa and checking the clock above the fireplace. Every night around 3am, there was a strange rumble, and he counted down to its happening each evening. It shook the area for several minutes and ceased. He'd never bothered to go check it, assuming it was some mutated meta, and simply opened a book in front of his nose.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

"Yes, yes I am. Not one of those rampaging ones, but a meta. Why? Regretting what you said? Oh, there is no reason, at least you were honest. I guess now your even more scared?", Maxwell said expressionless, playing around with his bayonet in his hand.

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





"I don't think I ever got your name?" Artemis looked over at the man, as he placed a hand on the doorknob. "And you know what, I don't care." with one swift motion he ran into the hallway, slamming the door shut behind him and hastily locking it. He would then run down the hallway, unlocking a random door and entering the new apartment, before quietly closing the door behind him. Shit! Shit! Shit! I hope this works! He thought to himself, making sure both locks were in place before silently backing away from the door.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Maxwell heard all of the process. It was pretty obvious which apartment he took. Or at least there were only 2-3 possible ones. Maxwell decided to follow him. Scaring that guy seemed to be fun. He slowly stood up, going to the first possible apartment, drawing his gun and kicking the door open. He called "Come out, come out, where ever you are sunnyboy. I may let you survive then..."