DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
(1-on-1 RP between myself and Elwin)
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DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
New Hampshire, 10:39pm
"Come on. You're sick, and you need some sleep." He said as he pulled the covers of his youngest son's bed back and nodded to him; Jackson sighed and climbed into the bed. This wasn't fair. It was the middle of the Summer and he had to go to bed this early? He didn't care if he was sick, but he wasn't going to go against his father's word.
"Fine..." He mumbled. He looked up at Greg and sighed as he set his head down on the pillow; he coughed a few times and covered his mouth but then yawned.
"Sleep on your side, son... You won't cough as much." Greg said, Jackson rolled over onto his side and then looked up as Greg leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. ".. I'm sorry you have to go to bed, but I don't want your mother to freak out, and you'll get better a lot quicker if you get a good night's rest." He said, Jackson sighed and sat up and hugged him.
".. I know, dad... goodnight, I love you."
"Love you too, son. Goodnight." He said. He walked out and turned the light off and then went downstairs to rejoin his eldest son on the couch; they were watching TV together. He pushed him aside and playfully snatched the remote from his hands. "Time for me to check the news." He laughed as he quickly flicked the channel over. Clayton scrambled back to him but Greg lied down on him.
"Dad! Come on! That ain't fair!" He whined, he laughed along eventually, though.
The news came on, and eventually the two of them froze up and just listened. "An outbreak of some sort of virus has been called out by the National Medical Board and the President has declared a state of emergency. It's recommended that you stay inside your homes until further notice; if you come into contact with anyone who's infected, make an effort to keep your distance as those infected suffer symptoms such as cannibalism and increased aggression."
Clayton and Greg slowly looked at each other. (@Elwin)
"Come on. You're sick, and you need some sleep." He said as he pulled the covers of his youngest son's bed back and nodded to him; Jackson sighed and climbed into the bed. This wasn't fair. It was the middle of the Summer and he had to go to bed this early? He didn't care if he was sick, but he wasn't going to go against his father's word.
"Fine..." He mumbled. He looked up at Greg and sighed as he set his head down on the pillow; he coughed a few times and covered his mouth but then yawned.
"Sleep on your side, son... You won't cough as much." Greg said, Jackson rolled over onto his side and then looked up as Greg leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. ".. I'm sorry you have to go to bed, but I don't want your mother to freak out, and you'll get better a lot quicker if you get a good night's rest." He said, Jackson sighed and sat up and hugged him.
".. I know, dad... goodnight, I love you."
"Love you too, son. Goodnight." He said. He walked out and turned the light off and then went downstairs to rejoin his eldest son on the couch; they were watching TV together. He pushed him aside and playfully snatched the remote from his hands. "Time for me to check the news." He laughed as he quickly flicked the channel over. Clayton scrambled back to him but Greg lied down on him.
"Dad! Come on! That ain't fair!" He whined, he laughed along eventually, though.
The news came on, and eventually the two of them froze up and just listened. "An outbreak of some sort of virus has been called out by the National Medical Board and the President has declared a state of emergency. It's recommended that you stay inside your homes until further notice; if you come into contact with anyone who's infected, make an effort to keep your distance as those infected suffer symptoms such as cannibalism and increased aggression."
Clayton and Greg slowly looked at each other. (@Elwin)
Elwin
Slave to the Matrix
Brooklyn 10.40pm
The air was crisp against Luna's pinched cheeks. In one hand she held a brown bag with a couple of groceries from the late night store and the other held her smartphone as she casually scrolled through the news.
Typical, typical...blah blah blah. Luna scrolled back up to the top of the app and refreshed the page, mindlessly. An urgent break-through message was highlighted in red at the top of the screen.
"What's this?" Luna passed through the front doors of Hawkin's Hotel in Brooklyn, where she had been living for the past few weeks. She kept the app open whilst stuffing her phone into her pocket. The receptionist gave her a friendly nod, but Luna's mind was elsewhere. Her feet were faster than usual as she made her way to the top floor where her room was.
Luna arrived in the room, which had clearly not been touched by the housekeepers. She kicked some trash to the side as she dived on to the bed, retrieving her smart phone. The update was like the usual article Luna would carelessly flick past. It was bold and eye-catching; clearly something that needed to get across quickly.
As Luna quietly whispered the words on her screen, her voice slowly faded out and her heart sped faster.
"A virus?"
She sat upright, staring at her screen. Stay at home? In a hotel full of people?
The air was crisp against Luna's pinched cheeks. In one hand she held a brown bag with a couple of groceries from the late night store and the other held her smartphone as she casually scrolled through the news.
Typical, typical...blah blah blah. Luna scrolled back up to the top of the app and refreshed the page, mindlessly. An urgent break-through message was highlighted in red at the top of the screen.
"What's this?" Luna passed through the front doors of Hawkin's Hotel in Brooklyn, where she had been living for the past few weeks. She kept the app open whilst stuffing her phone into her pocket. The receptionist gave her a friendly nod, but Luna's mind was elsewhere. Her feet were faster than usual as she made her way to the top floor where her room was.
Luna arrived in the room, which had clearly not been touched by the housekeepers. She kicked some trash to the side as she dived on to the bed, retrieving her smart phone. The update was like the usual article Luna would carelessly flick past. It was bold and eye-catching; clearly something that needed to get across quickly.
As Luna quietly whispered the words on her screen, her voice slowly faded out and her heart sped faster.
"A virus?"
She sat upright, staring at her screen. Stay at home? In a hotel full of people?
DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
"Dad. What's going on out there? Are we safe?" Clayton asked in worry, Greg looked at him and slowly put an arm around his shoulders to pull him closer. ".. We're fine, son. We'll just stay in the house for now - I'm sure this will all blow over. The military will get involved and then we'll have scientists working on a cure in no time." He forced a smile. "It'll be just like Ebola. Nothing to worry about." He said, Clayton gave a worried sigh and then nodded as he tucked his legs up on the couch. Soon enough, Erin came wandering down the stairs - she walked to the living room and joined them.
".. Honey, have you seen what's going on out there? I was just watching the news in our room and they said something about a virus. You're a surgeon, you seen anyone with this at all?" She asked. Greg sighed and shook his head.
"Exactly. I'm a surgeon, not a general practitioner. I don't treat illnesses like that, Erin..." He said, Clayton looked up at her but said nothing; she saw the worried look in his eyes and then walked over to the other side of him and took a seat. Then she hugged him and gently ran one set of fingers through his hair.
"You want some hot chocolate, Clay?" He asked, he smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, I'll have some of that, too." Greg said with a chuckle, grabbing her hand before she could walk off. She rolled her eyes, smiled, and then nodded at him as well. When Clayton and Greg went back to hugging on the couch, Greg watched Erin walk away - even after two kids she'd managed to keep her slim and beautiful figure. She was what kept him motivated - he didn't know what he'd do without her.
(@Elwin)
".. Honey, have you seen what's going on out there? I was just watching the news in our room and they said something about a virus. You're a surgeon, you seen anyone with this at all?" She asked. Greg sighed and shook his head.
"Exactly. I'm a surgeon, not a general practitioner. I don't treat illnesses like that, Erin..." He said, Clayton looked up at her but said nothing; she saw the worried look in his eyes and then walked over to the other side of him and took a seat. Then she hugged him and gently ran one set of fingers through his hair.
"You want some hot chocolate, Clay?" He asked, he smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, I'll have some of that, too." Greg said with a chuckle, grabbing her hand before she could walk off. She rolled her eyes, smiled, and then nodded at him as well. When Clayton and Greg went back to hugging on the couch, Greg watched Erin walk away - even after two kids she'd managed to keep her slim and beautiful figure. She was what kept him motivated - he didn't know what he'd do without her.
(@Elwin)
Elwin
Slave to the Matrix
Luna sat on the end of her bed, fiddling with the grocerys from the brown bag. An orange in one hand, a small carton of milk in the other. She chucked them around without thought before dropping them on her bed and standing up. It is probably just a scare. It's always a scare. Her thoughts were soothing.
She stood up and entered the bathroom, switching on the light. Her black hair had tangled around her shoulders from the wind and her eyes were sunken with emptiness.
"Oh Jesus" She groaned to herself, turning the tap. The cool water splashed against her face. It felt refreshing, but did nothing to hide her sunken eyes. Ugh, I look so tired.
Luna flinched at the sound of a bang. She rushed to her front door leaving the tap running the ice cold water into the sink.
"What the hell was that?!"
A scream echoed the hotel rooms. It was piercing and crooked; Luna sensed a deep sorrow in its call. She rushed through her front door, leaving it to bang repeatedly behind her. Five flights of stairs and Luna was on the second floor. An old woman crouched over a small female child who was fitting on the ground.
"Angela, my Angela. My granddaughter is unwell... Somebody call an ambulance!" The old lady howled in between historical crying. She clutched the little girls parchment pale hand as her eyes rolled back into her head.
"Angela stay with us!" A man called who had come to the scene as Luna had.
"Girl," He was looking at Luna. "Call an ambulance, now!"
Luna nodded desperately, fumbling in her pocket for her phone.
"Shit, I left my phone upstairs." Luna pulled out a couple of quarters and pounded them into the nearest telephone service.
"It's not ringing, the line has been cut off"
Luna jumped as a deep growl arose from the little girls mouth. Her eyes were back in place but they glowed a deep red.
She stood up and entered the bathroom, switching on the light. Her black hair had tangled around her shoulders from the wind and her eyes were sunken with emptiness.
"Oh Jesus" She groaned to herself, turning the tap. The cool water splashed against her face. It felt refreshing, but did nothing to hide her sunken eyes. Ugh, I look so tired.
Luna flinched at the sound of a bang. She rushed to her front door leaving the tap running the ice cold water into the sink.
"What the hell was that?!"
A scream echoed the hotel rooms. It was piercing and crooked; Luna sensed a deep sorrow in its call. She rushed through her front door, leaving it to bang repeatedly behind her. Five flights of stairs and Luna was on the second floor. An old woman crouched over a small female child who was fitting on the ground.
"Angela, my Angela. My granddaughter is unwell... Somebody call an ambulance!" The old lady howled in between historical crying. She clutched the little girls parchment pale hand as her eyes rolled back into her head.
"Angela stay with us!" A man called who had come to the scene as Luna had.
"Girl," He was looking at Luna. "Call an ambulance, now!"
Luna nodded desperately, fumbling in her pocket for her phone.
"Shit, I left my phone upstairs." Luna pulled out a couple of quarters and pounded them into the nearest telephone service.
"It's not ringing, the line has been cut off"
Luna jumped as a deep growl arose from the little girls mouth. Her eyes were back in place but they glowed a deep red.
DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
There was a fierce knock at the door while the three of them were sat there drinking some hot chocolate. Who was knocking at this time? Clayton flinched, and it didn't help his anxiety one bit. Erin, being the brave mother that she is, instantly hopped up and set her drink down before dashing through to the hallway and then down to the door; there was a little bit of a panic at first, but then she came back with a man that had blood gushing out of a wound on his upper arm. Clayton cowered down behind Greg and took a deep breath as he watched Erin run off and grab a first aid kit from the kitchen.
".. I'm so sorry to bother you--.. I just--.. I got attacked and I need help. Phone lines are down," He blubbered. The man looked like he was on the verge of passing out. Erin came back before Greg could say a word to him and dragged him through the house and into the kitchen. At least Clayton and Greg couldn't see them. Greg wasn't a great fan of blood, and Clayton wouldn't stop panicking if he had to watch Erin patch this guy up. They both continued drinking their drinks and watching TV for another twenty minutes.
After the first twenty minutes, the TV channels suddenly went off to a blue screen. Greg frowned and began flicking through the channel listings. All of them were unavailable. He did his best not to panic and then sighed. ".. Must be a provider interference." He said, Clayton gulped and nodded, but then looked around.
".. Isn't mom back yet?" He asked, Greg frowned and then turned to the nearest doorway.
"Erin! You done in there?!" He yelled. No response. He stood up but made sure Clayton didn't move. "Erin, honey!?" He called again, he looked down at Clay when he still got no response and then sighed. "Son. Don't move, I'll go and see if she's alright." He said, he then walked off towards the kitchen, getting more quiet as he got closer - when he was outside the entrance he could hear squelching and the tearing of flesh - there was blood all over the floor. What the fuck? He carefully walked forward and had to stop himself from screaming when he saw it. His wife was dead. His beautiful wife was dead - the man that had been brought in here was eating her. Jesus Christ. This must have been the strand of the virus. Tears instantly broke out of his eyes and he quietly backed away to go and find Clayton again. (@Elwin)
".. I'm so sorry to bother you--.. I just--.. I got attacked and I need help. Phone lines are down," He blubbered. The man looked like he was on the verge of passing out. Erin came back before Greg could say a word to him and dragged him through the house and into the kitchen. At least Clayton and Greg couldn't see them. Greg wasn't a great fan of blood, and Clayton wouldn't stop panicking if he had to watch Erin patch this guy up. They both continued drinking their drinks and watching TV for another twenty minutes.
After the first twenty minutes, the TV channels suddenly went off to a blue screen. Greg frowned and began flicking through the channel listings. All of them were unavailable. He did his best not to panic and then sighed. ".. Must be a provider interference." He said, Clayton gulped and nodded, but then looked around.
".. Isn't mom back yet?" He asked, Greg frowned and then turned to the nearest doorway.
"Erin! You done in there?!" He yelled. No response. He stood up but made sure Clayton didn't move. "Erin, honey!?" He called again, he looked down at Clay when he still got no response and then sighed. "Son. Don't move, I'll go and see if she's alright." He said, he then walked off towards the kitchen, getting more quiet as he got closer - when he was outside the entrance he could hear squelching and the tearing of flesh - there was blood all over the floor. What the fuck? He carefully walked forward and had to stop himself from screaming when he saw it. His wife was dead. His beautiful wife was dead - the man that had been brought in here was eating her. Jesus Christ. This must have been the strand of the virus. Tears instantly broke out of his eyes and he quietly backed away to go and find Clayton again. (@Elwin)
Elwin
Slave to the Matrix
"What the fuck?" Luna stared at the little girl in disbelief. She had a deep gash on her leg that had started to crust. The man who was also present shook his head, walking backwards, then clicked. He dived into Luna as the little girl ripped apart the old woman.
"She's infected!" He hissed at Luna as he grabbed her hand to lead her down stairs. "We have to get out!"
Luna nodded, yet she wasn't quite sure what she was nodding for. Another howl echoed through the halls as people started to vacate their rooms, wondering about the nearby commotion.
"Everybody get out!" The man screamed, pushing bodies out the way of him and Luna. His face was a deep red and sweat gushed from his forehead. The little girl bounded through the hallways, biting everyone in sight. Luna and the man headed for the main door. Before they headed out, he pushed a small leather bag into her hand. It appeared to have three throwing knives inside. "I was just picking these up from my grandfather, they were a gift from him back when he was in war."
"I can't take them..." Luna begged, pushing them back into the mans hand.
"No, you have to protect yourself. I need to go back to my home, protect my children."
Luna nodded. She could feel her eyes tearing up, but she needed to stay strong. Whatever was happening had not given her any time to be any less confused or even begin to start feeling sad about it.
"She's infected!" He hissed at Luna as he grabbed her hand to lead her down stairs. "We have to get out!"
Luna nodded, yet she wasn't quite sure what she was nodding for. Another howl echoed through the halls as people started to vacate their rooms, wondering about the nearby commotion.
"Everybody get out!" The man screamed, pushing bodies out the way of him and Luna. His face was a deep red and sweat gushed from his forehead. The little girl bounded through the hallways, biting everyone in sight. Luna and the man headed for the main door. Before they headed out, he pushed a small leather bag into her hand. It appeared to have three throwing knives inside. "I was just picking these up from my grandfather, they were a gift from him back when he was in war."
"I can't take them..." Luna begged, pushing them back into the mans hand.
"No, you have to protect yourself. I need to go back to my home, protect my children."
Luna nodded. She could feel her eyes tearing up, but she needed to stay strong. Whatever was happening had not given her any time to be any less confused or even begin to start feeling sad about it.
DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
"Dad, I don't get what's going on, please tell me!" He begged as Greg shoved him into the bedroom of Jackson. Greg sobbed a little and then hugged him tight. ".. I promise you I'll come right back, but whatever you do, you do not leave this room, and don't let him leave either. Just wake him up and tell him that we're leaving because it's an emergency, okay?" He said, Clayton burst out into silent tears and wiped his eyes wildly but still managed to give a nod. He hesitantly walked towards the bed and sat down on it - before Greg could hear him say anything, he closed the door over on them and then went to his own room to retrieve his .375 revolver and the two boxes of bullets from his nightstand. He'd taught his kids all about gun safety, which is why he kept it in such an open place - they knew well enough not to touch it, or there'd be consequences. He looked at the gun - it was already loaded - and then walked out of the room.
He neared the kitchen once again after he got downstairs. His stomach jumped as he cocked the gun and felt like vomiting and then curling up in a ball, but he knew he couldn't do that. He slowly walked in - the devouring had stopped now, so it seemed, and his once beautiful wife who was helping a once living and injured stranger were now wandering aimlessly around the kitchen in search of anything. He gave a devastated sigh as he raised the gun and looked at the undead man who was responsible for the death of his wife. It began rushing towards him, so he fired a shot into his chest. He kept moving.
".. What the fuck...?" He whimpered, he heard the kids scream from upstairs when he shot the gun, but he couldn't give up now. He kited the man around the kitchen and shot him in the chest. No luck. One more to the chest after that, and he'd given up. What the fuck was wrong with this guy? He had five bullets left in the eight-bullet chamber. He brought the gun a little higher and shot him in the head. He dropped like a rock. Now he was onto his wife.
".. I'm sorry, honey... I'm so, so sorry..." He sobbed as he aimed at her half-eaten face and pulled the trigger. She went down with a dying groan and then went still. Greg's head was pounding. This had ruined his life, and he'd just killed his wife. He collapsed to his knees and then vomited everywhere - he couldn't take this, and it was only when his body was empty that he felt that he had the strength to get back up. He didn't have time to bury her, no way. He had to get the boys out of here. (@Elwin)
He neared the kitchen once again after he got downstairs. His stomach jumped as he cocked the gun and felt like vomiting and then curling up in a ball, but he knew he couldn't do that. He slowly walked in - the devouring had stopped now, so it seemed, and his once beautiful wife who was helping a once living and injured stranger were now wandering aimlessly around the kitchen in search of anything. He gave a devastated sigh as he raised the gun and looked at the undead man who was responsible for the death of his wife. It began rushing towards him, so he fired a shot into his chest. He kept moving.
".. What the fuck...?" He whimpered, he heard the kids scream from upstairs when he shot the gun, but he couldn't give up now. He kited the man around the kitchen and shot him in the chest. No luck. One more to the chest after that, and he'd given up. What the fuck was wrong with this guy? He had five bullets left in the eight-bullet chamber. He brought the gun a little higher and shot him in the head. He dropped like a rock. Now he was onto his wife.
".. I'm sorry, honey... I'm so, so sorry..." He sobbed as he aimed at her half-eaten face and pulled the trigger. She went down with a dying groan and then went still. Greg's head was pounding. This had ruined his life, and he'd just killed his wife. He collapsed to his knees and then vomited everywhere - he couldn't take this, and it was only when his body was empty that he felt that he had the strength to get back up. He didn't have time to bury her, no way. He had to get the boys out of here. (@Elwin)
Elwin
Slave to the Matrix
The man squeezed Luna's hand tightly. Luna's stomach melted as she watched him rush off into the distance, his pale brown hair soaked with sweat. She had a feeling she would never see him again. What came next Luna could never be prepared for. The infected were rushing to the door of the hotel which they hadn't quite worked out how to open yet. Luna's only thought now was to flee the area and get to safety.
Many of the streets were empty. Luna constantly heard screaming, yet she rarely saw a soul. But she kept running. Block after block, her breath got heavier and her forehead wetter. Her thick black hair was now knotted so tightly in a mass behind her head and her front strands clung to her hot face for dear life. Please help.
Luna kissed the leather pouch vigorously as she bounded over to a car, hauling her fist through the window. The alarm of the car set off and Luna felt movement finally rise in the street.
Many of the streets were empty. Luna constantly heard screaming, yet she rarely saw a soul. But she kept running. Block after block, her breath got heavier and her forehead wetter. Her thick black hair was now knotted so tightly in a mass behind her head and her front strands clung to her hot face for dear life. Please help.
Luna kissed the leather pouch vigorously as she bounded over to a car, hauling her fist through the window. The alarm of the car set off and Luna felt movement finally rise in the street.
DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
"Dad, what's going on!? Why were there shots?!" Clayton cried, Jackson was sat on his bed and sobbing his heart out. He was mortified. Greg shook his head and hugged Clayton.
"Now's not the fucking time, son! Go get your bags packed! Get clothes, essentials, anything you want to bring with you! Hurry!" He yelled. When Clayton ran to his room crying he realized that he may have been a little bit too harsh, but there was no time for that. He had to help Jackson - he got a backpack that Jackson usually used for school and stuffed some spare clothes into it, as well as a couple of Jackson's books that he hadn't read yet alongside a few action figures. He sighed and walked over to him after getting some more clothes from the drawer. ".. Son, you need to listen to me... Something bad happened, and we need to leave, okay?" He said, brushing some tears away from his eyes. Jackson looked at him and gave a frantic nod.
Greg helped him get changed - halfway through the process of this, Clayton came back into the room with a bag packed. He didn't have much, but he had enough. He sat down on the foot of the bed and sobbed to himself for a while until Jackson was ready. Greg couldn't tell them about their mother. Not yet. Not until they'd stopped somewhere safe. He picked Jackson up and then grabbed Clayton's shoulder and dragged them outside into his 2014 Range Rover. He strapped them into the back and then got into the car. He started up the engine and instantly pulled out of their driveway and sped off.
"Dad! What about mom?!" Clayton cried to him, Greg hushed him.
"She's--.. She's staying back to look after the house, son. We're gonna' go get her later, okay? Just sit there and hug your brother. We need to go and find someone." He sobbed, Clayton didn't question it. He just hugged Jackson tight and stayed as quiet as he could while his father drove onward. It'd take them hours to get there, but he had to go through New York to head further south. That meant travelling through two other states beforehand, but it was something he was willing to do if he wanted his children to be safe. (@Elwin)
(@Elwin - You here?)
"Now's not the fucking time, son! Go get your bags packed! Get clothes, essentials, anything you want to bring with you! Hurry!" He yelled. When Clayton ran to his room crying he realized that he may have been a little bit too harsh, but there was no time for that. He had to help Jackson - he got a backpack that Jackson usually used for school and stuffed some spare clothes into it, as well as a couple of Jackson's books that he hadn't read yet alongside a few action figures. He sighed and walked over to him after getting some more clothes from the drawer. ".. Son, you need to listen to me... Something bad happened, and we need to leave, okay?" He said, brushing some tears away from his eyes. Jackson looked at him and gave a frantic nod.
Greg helped him get changed - halfway through the process of this, Clayton came back into the room with a bag packed. He didn't have much, but he had enough. He sat down on the foot of the bed and sobbed to himself for a while until Jackson was ready. Greg couldn't tell them about their mother. Not yet. Not until they'd stopped somewhere safe. He picked Jackson up and then grabbed Clayton's shoulder and dragged them outside into his 2014 Range Rover. He strapped them into the back and then got into the car. He started up the engine and instantly pulled out of their driveway and sped off.
"Dad! What about mom?!" Clayton cried to him, Greg hushed him.
"She's--.. She's staying back to look after the house, son. We're gonna' go get her later, okay? Just sit there and hug your brother. We need to go and find someone." He sobbed, Clayton didn't question it. He just hugged Jackson tight and stayed as quiet as he could while his father drove onward. It'd take them hours to get there, but he had to go through New York to head further south. That meant travelling through two other states beforehand, but it was something he was willing to do if he wanted his children to be safe. (@Elwin)
(@Elwin - You here?)
Elwin
Slave to the Matrix
Luna pushed her hand through the window, which was now covered in cuts and open the door from the inside. She sat in the seat and fumbled around for some spare car keys, which had luckily been thrown on the ground of the car; perhaps in a hurry. Right, lets get out of here. She turned her head to the sound of groans and howls. The infected had made their way out of the hotel a few blocks away and were roaming the streets aimlessly. The car's alarm had turned off when she started the ignition so the infected were confused.
She started to drive forwards, but noticed the infected started walking towards her. Luna wiped a tear that streamed down her cheek and breathed in deep. "Right, here goes nothing." She started going backwards, picking up momentum and allowed herself to crash through all of the infected. Luna then set off forward through the streets with no real goal. She was exhausted from the ordeal and needed to shelter for the night. I need to think of somewhere, quickly. Luna remembered her Mother's house still remained only a ten minute drive from here. It will have to do.
Ten minutes passed and Luna pulled up outside a little closed gift store. It was one her Mother had owned before she died which Luna had planned to shut down. Quickly checking out of the window, Luna got out of the car silently, grabbing the keys and heading towards the door. She slipped her hand underneath the welcome mat and produced a spare key.
The shop was an unusual atmosphere for Luna. It reeked of memories and childhood. Trinkets hung from the ceiling in an unkempt fashion and shelves held all kinds of dusty oddities, from old books to miniature statues. Luna swallowed nervously and made her way to the back house without turning any lights on. I need to find a torch, or something. She rooted through drawers, only using the dim light of the small windows. She managed to pick up some matches, a candle and then eventually a torch. Luna grabbed a backpack that was hung onto the back of the kitchen door and filled it with a couple of tins and a water bottle. She then made her way up to her old bedroom. Everything was exactly in place. Luna climbed into her bed, a tear streaming down her cheek and closed her eyes.
She started to drive forwards, but noticed the infected started walking towards her. Luna wiped a tear that streamed down her cheek and breathed in deep. "Right, here goes nothing." She started going backwards, picking up momentum and allowed herself to crash through all of the infected. Luna then set off forward through the streets with no real goal. She was exhausted from the ordeal and needed to shelter for the night. I need to think of somewhere, quickly. Luna remembered her Mother's house still remained only a ten minute drive from here. It will have to do.
Ten minutes passed and Luna pulled up outside a little closed gift store. It was one her Mother had owned before she died which Luna had planned to shut down. Quickly checking out of the window, Luna got out of the car silently, grabbing the keys and heading towards the door. She slipped her hand underneath the welcome mat and produced a spare key.
The shop was an unusual atmosphere for Luna. It reeked of memories and childhood. Trinkets hung from the ceiling in an unkempt fashion and shelves held all kinds of dusty oddities, from old books to miniature statues. Luna swallowed nervously and made her way to the back house without turning any lights on. I need to find a torch, or something. She rooted through drawers, only using the dim light of the small windows. She managed to pick up some matches, a candle and then eventually a torch. Luna grabbed a backpack that was hung onto the back of the kitchen door and filled it with a couple of tins and a water bottle. She then made her way up to her old bedroom. Everything was exactly in place. Luna climbed into her bed, a tear streaming down her cheek and closed her eyes.
DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
Greg drove himself and his boys into Massachusetts after a while. The streets were roaming with bodies that had been torn to pieces, their faces hanging off and their eyes bloodshot but faded. He didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He didn't stop when people cried for help or when he saw people getting ripped for pieces, and he may have even drove over a few people. It was a bumpy ride for the kids in the back, for sure, but he needed to get out of here. He ended up in Springfield after a while, which is where shit really hit the fan. His car was getting swarmed, but they weren't getting in just yet. He kept on speeding forward, driving over any undead or living people that were in the way until he managed to find his way around the cramped and chaos-filled streets. The boys in the back were clueless and terrified; Jackson was trembling and sobbing, and Clayton was crying and holding his brother close to him, as well as making sure they both had their eyes closed - they heard the screams, and they just wanted it to be over. Why did life have to go from good to shit in such a short period of time? Why?! So many questions bounced around the boys' heads, but none of them were answered. They were lost and could only rely on their father to get them out of here.
Within twenty minutes he managed to speed through Springfield and out of the South side - he came straight into Connecticut. Alright. Things were looking a little brighter now. The only problem was that they were stuck in severe traffic on the highway, and it looked like they were going to be here a while.
Within twenty minutes he managed to speed through Springfield and out of the South side - he came straight into Connecticut. Alright. Things were looking a little brighter now. The only problem was that they were stuck in severe traffic on the highway, and it looked like they were going to be here a while.
Elwin
Slave to the Matrix
Luna woke up fairly early, feeling terrible. She had been in and out of sleep for hours, just pondering at the ceiling. It was early morning and light started to flash through the windows. She walked to the bathroom, yawning and scratching her head. The bathroom was a mess; Luna remembered the last time she spent here. She was bathing before she left the house for good and almost killed herself. The bottles were still thrown across the room and dried blood splats were on the the edge of the bath. Was it even worth stopping myself? Luna thought back to the man who had helped her, thinking of his family. People like that were to live for. He could have left her but he didn't. Killing herself would be disrespectful to her memory of him.
The mirror needed a wipe, so Luna took her sleeve and rubbed off the thick layer of dust. She scowled at her own appearance which was ghastly. Her eyes were still sunken but now sported a nice pair of dark circles beneath them. Her hair was a matted knot and the color had flushed from her face. "Gross." She murmured. Luna picked up a brush and got through her hair; tying it into a tight braid. She then splashed some cold water on to her face. I should probably change. Luna looked down at her clothes. Her sleeve was covered in blood from her arm. She was thankful that she was a practical dresser, however. The clothes she picked out were a simple black long sleeved top and some olive combat trousers. She then put over a denim jacket and some brown combat boots.
Luna had changed, packed and tidied her hair. She now felt clueless. Perhaps I should find survivors? Questions circulated her mind but she couldn't concentrate. Everything was so surreal, it did not seem like real life. Luna felt like she was a character in a film or a video game. But the pain on her arm was real and that old ladies death definitely looked real. Luna tucked into a tin of beans before she decided to make her way. Three more tins to keep her going for another week, until she found more food.
The mirror needed a wipe, so Luna took her sleeve and rubbed off the thick layer of dust. She scowled at her own appearance which was ghastly. Her eyes were still sunken but now sported a nice pair of dark circles beneath them. Her hair was a matted knot and the color had flushed from her face. "Gross." She murmured. Luna picked up a brush and got through her hair; tying it into a tight braid. She then splashed some cold water on to her face. I should probably change. Luna looked down at her clothes. Her sleeve was covered in blood from her arm. She was thankful that she was a practical dresser, however. The clothes she picked out were a simple black long sleeved top and some olive combat trousers. She then put over a denim jacket and some brown combat boots.
Luna had changed, packed and tidied her hair. She now felt clueless. Perhaps I should find survivors? Questions circulated her mind but she couldn't concentrate. Everything was so surreal, it did not seem like real life. Luna felt like she was a character in a film or a video game. But the pain on her arm was real and that old ladies death definitely looked real. Luna tucked into a tin of beans before she decided to make her way. Three more tins to keep her going for another week, until she found more food.
DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
He was stuck on the highway nearly all night. It was morning by the time he finally came into New York, and with barely any fuel left and chaos still haunting the streets, he was begging that he could make it just a little bit further than he already had. He didn't want to get stuck in the busy streets of Brooklyn in the middle of this shit. 'Hah, as if New York wasn't dangerous enough.' He thought to himself. He hated NY. He never wanted to go near the place, he had some sort of phobia of it and viewed it the same way that some British people viewed London - He thought it was an utter shithole filled with people that just wanted to rob you, when truthfully, it wasn't all dirt and grime here. Whatever. He kept on driving, and even the quiet neighborhoods in Brooklyn were chaotic with bodies roaming around - both the boys were asleep in the back - it wasn't until they were three hours into the highway that they both fell asleep, but he was happy that they were okay. For now.
In the center of this quiet neighborhood his fuel light came on. 'Shit! Shit, shit, shit!' He slapped himself in the face and then punched the center console as he pulled over to the road. He didn't want to leave this thing alone, so he'd have to get fuel and come back. He looked over into the back and sighed.
"Clayton, Jackson... Get up. We need to go out." He said, they both slowly awoke and looked at him, and then looked around the streets with panicked eyes. "We'll be fine. Just come with me to get some fuel." He said softly. Both boys reluctantly nodded and hopped out of the car with him; he locked it up and then pulled his gun out, just in case something happened, and with that they began walking down the street in hope of finding some fuel to get them back on the road again.
In the center of this quiet neighborhood his fuel light came on. 'Shit! Shit, shit, shit!' He slapped himself in the face and then punched the center console as he pulled over to the road. He didn't want to leave this thing alone, so he'd have to get fuel and come back. He looked over into the back and sighed.
"Clayton, Jackson... Get up. We need to go out." He said, they both slowly awoke and looked at him, and then looked around the streets with panicked eyes. "We'll be fine. Just come with me to get some fuel." He said softly. Both boys reluctantly nodded and hopped out of the car with him; he locked it up and then pulled his gun out, just in case something happened, and with that they began walking down the street in hope of finding some fuel to get them back on the road again.
Elwin
Slave to the Matrix
Luna headed out of the door, feeling extremely reluctant. The air was sharp and the chilly wind reminded her that she was very much alive. She contemplated what she had done to deserve to be living in hell before she had even died. However, she had saved herself from death once and she could press on. There was a reason she was still alive and the reason burned in her mind. She imagined the red faced man sat with his kids protecting them from the horror outside. She imagined him having a beautiful delicate wife who he lived for. Luna smiled slightly, it was an ideal situation to her - but she was a lone ranger.
The streets were quiet. Newspapers fluttered across the ground and trash filled the empty streets. The city had turned to chaos in just over 24 hours. Everyone had either escaped or died. Luna walked on, leaving the wrecked car behind. She felt it was more of a burden on her surviving than help. What to do first. Survivors? Food? Vacate? Luna kept walking until she was out of her Mother's territory. A gas station was just up ahead and looked pleasantly abandoned. Luna made this her destination to gather supplies for her journey.
When she got to the gas station, Luna cowered slightly at going in. The light was flickering on and off inside but it was quiet. She clutched her leather pouch just in-case, flicking it open. She then made her way into the gas station, avoiding puddles of drinks and other liquids on the floor. As she started to stuff tuna cans into her backpack, a low pitched growl echoed behind her. Luna froze, her head burning up. She slowly turned and saw a woman stood over her, head cocked to a side and eyeballs red. "Oh Fu-" The woman launched herself at Luna. Luna pushed her away with the back of her arm, fumbling for her throwing knives. She pulled one out, wishing she had a larger weapon. "Get off me!" The woman snapped her jaw at Luna, attempting to bite her. Luna fell to the floor, wrestling the woman on top of her. She then stabbed the infected woman in the chest, but she didn't flinch. "What?!"
The streets were quiet. Newspapers fluttered across the ground and trash filled the empty streets. The city had turned to chaos in just over 24 hours. Everyone had either escaped or died. Luna walked on, leaving the wrecked car behind. She felt it was more of a burden on her surviving than help. What to do first. Survivors? Food? Vacate? Luna kept walking until she was out of her Mother's territory. A gas station was just up ahead and looked pleasantly abandoned. Luna made this her destination to gather supplies for her journey.
When she got to the gas station, Luna cowered slightly at going in. The light was flickering on and off inside but it was quiet. She clutched her leather pouch just in-case, flicking it open. She then made her way into the gas station, avoiding puddles of drinks and other liquids on the floor. As she started to stuff tuna cans into her backpack, a low pitched growl echoed behind her. Luna froze, her head burning up. She slowly turned and saw a woman stood over her, head cocked to a side and eyeballs red. "Oh Fu-" The woman launched herself at Luna. Luna pushed her away with the back of her arm, fumbling for her throwing knives. She pulled one out, wishing she had a larger weapon. "Get off me!" The woman snapped her jaw at Luna, attempting to bite her. Luna fell to the floor, wrestling the woman on top of her. She then stabbed the infected woman in the chest, but she didn't flinch. "What?!"
DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
The infected woman grabbing onto her soon fell as the sound of thunder was heard crackling through the streets. There was a hole in the side of her head - on the left side there was the entry wound that was nice and neat, whereas on the right side there was the exit wound that was all sloppily opened up with bone and flesh hanging out - blood sprayed and the woman fell into a dying groan as she slowly went limp. When Luna looked to wherever this shot had come from, a man was standing there - he had dark hair, was wearing a blood-stained white shirt, and his hand was shaking as he aimed the gun down at the woman on the ground. He didn't say anything, as killing this woman only gave him the sight of his once beautiful wife that he had to put an end to. It pained him - cowered behind him there were two children, one who looked closer to his teenage years, and one that looked much younger; they were both sobbing right after the body hit the ground. Was their dad a murderer? They couldn't find the answer, but they knew he just shot someone and it made them question whether or not their mother was okay. They heard gunshots at their family home before they left, of the same .357 revolver that he used. It was a horrifying thought, but they were unable to move.
Elwin
Slave to the Matrix
Luna scowled at the man, her black eyes were wide. She was covered in the infected woman's blood which drenched her black hair and face. Luna laid still, staring at the gun. She slowly moved her hand to grab her throwing knives, she had dropped during the ordeal. One of them was lodged into the chest of the woman. Luna slid them towards her, clutching one in her hand.
"Please, I haven't been bit, I don't mean you any harm..." She spoke. Her voice sounded like she had been choking, it was a struggle to get out with screaming. "If you'll just let me be on my way..." Luna started to push herself up. Her movement was so slow and silent, but she was shaking uncontrollably. She managed to get onto her knees and stared at the gun. Her eyes flickered towards the man and the children. Would he really murder her in-front of his kids? Luna felt her eyes well up. Had she failed the man who risked his life for her? Maybe she wasn't destined to live and maybe the man had been ripped apart by infected before he even reached his family. It was a hard hitting thought.
"Please, I haven't been bit, I don't mean you any harm..." She spoke. Her voice sounded like she had been choking, it was a struggle to get out with screaming. "If you'll just let me be on my way..." Luna started to push herself up. Her movement was so slow and silent, but she was shaking uncontrollably. She managed to get onto her knees and stared at the gun. Her eyes flickered towards the man and the children. Would he really murder her in-front of his kids? Luna felt her eyes well up. Had she failed the man who risked his life for her? Maybe she wasn't destined to live and maybe the man had been ripped apart by infected before he even reached his family. It was a hard hitting thought.
DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
He slowly lowered his gun and tucked it away into his pants, taking a shaky sigh as he looked down at the body and shook his head. He walked over to the nearest shelving unit and collapsed down into a sitting position in front of it, some tears pouring down his cheeks almost instantaneously as he pulled his two boys closer to him with one arm; he quickly wiped his face with his free and shaking hand and then took a deep breath. ".. I don't know what the fuck's going on..." He whimpered. ".. I just want this to stop... I can't believe this..." He added, he'd been bottling up the emotion since last night and right now it decided to escape. He couldn't stand any of this - now that his wonderful wife was gone he didn't even feel strong enough to carry on; he suddenly turned with a sob and hugged both of his children tight with both arms, holding them close for a minute; his face was buried in the shoulder of the older-looking one, and the younger child had his face buried in the man's chest. It was all too stressful for them.
".. We came here for fuel.." He blurted. ".. I--.. Are you sure you're okay...?" He asked, a little warily, but his tone showed guilt as well.
".. We came here for fuel.." He blurted. ".. I--.. Are you sure you're okay...?" He asked, a little warily, but his tone showed guilt as well.
Elwin
Slave to the Matrix
Luna bit her lip slightly. She wasn't good with handling other peoples emotions. It made her feel trapped, like she needed to escape the area. But she nodded, putting her knifes into her now blood soaked backpack. "I'm fine. I almost had her anyway." Luna meant this as a joke, but the humor was non existent in the situation. She looked at the two young boys, feeling defeated. They will never survive, how old is that boy, eight? Luna sighed and stood up. She had wanted to find survivors but now she wasn't sure. After her Mother's death a few weeks ago she didn't want to have to start caring for anybody other than herself.
"I guess I should go..." She said quite passively, as she filled her bag with some more food. She felt guilty but was unable to handle the situation in a normal manner. Luna kicked herself mentally for having social issues and not knowing how to respond to situations. "I'm sorry for your pain." She mumbled, scratching her head. She didn't want to act like she didn't care, because she did, but breaking down in-front of a stranger would knock down all her barricades and leave her vulnerable in this chaotic city.
"I guess I should go..." She said quite passively, as she filled her bag with some more food. She felt guilty but was unable to handle the situation in a normal manner. Luna kicked herself mentally for having social issues and not knowing how to respond to situations. "I'm sorry for your pain." She mumbled, scratching her head. She didn't want to act like she didn't care, because she did, but breaking down in-front of a stranger would knock down all her barricades and leave her vulnerable in this chaotic city.
DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
".. It's not--.." He sighed and slowly rose to his feet, holding the youngest boy as close as he could. Well. It was more the boy holding him, but either way worked. With a sad deep breath he ruffled his young son's hair and then looked at Luna. ".. You need a ride...? As soon as we've got the car filled again we're heading out of the city..." He offered softly, his eyes constantly darting down to the two children that he had with him. He wanted to stop them both from crying, but he didn't know how to do that right now.
Elwin
Slave to the Matrix
Luna hesitated and turned towards the man. He was equally as messy as she was and she could sense he had been through a rough ordeal. He had children and he offered her a little bit of safety until they got to the next destination. "I guess that would helpful." She uttered, nodding. "Thank you." Luna wiped her face, flicking some blood onto the floor. Her heart ached a little, watching the two young boys cry. She wanted to know what had happened to their Mother but was afraid of the answer. "We should head out of here before more of those things come." Luna closed up her backpack and starting walking towards the entrance. "Do you need to gather supplies before we go or do you have some? I don't recommend carrying much, but you probably already know this." Luna felt awkward as she spoke, her words felt unnecessary but she was afraid of silence. It was too much of a thought provoker.
DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
".. Yeah, we'll grab some stuff." He said, he looked at his boys and sighed. ".. Either of you need the bathroom, boys...?" He asked. The youngest one pulled away from him and wiped his eyes.
".. I do, dad..." He sniffled and Greg nodded; he walked behind the counter and took a key from behind it before he went and unlocked it. The young one rushed inside and closed the door behind him. Greg looked at Luna and sighed.
"What's your name?" He asked. ".. I'm Greg. This is my eldest son, Clayton." He patted the oldest boy's shoulder.
".. I do, dad..." He sniffled and Greg nodded; he walked behind the counter and took a key from behind it before he went and unlocked it. The young one rushed inside and closed the door behind him. Greg looked at Luna and sighed.
"What's your name?" He asked. ".. I'm Greg. This is my eldest son, Clayton." He patted the oldest boy's shoulder.
Elwin
Slave to the Matrix
Luna smiled at them both. She worried about how tragic she actually looked in the face, she didn't want to frighten anybody. "Oh, hey...my names Luna. I'm er..." Luna paused remembering she literally had no profession to speak about herself. "I'm from Brooklyn." She shook Clayton's hand. He looked a lot like his father. She then went to shake Greg's hand but hesitated and put her hand down, nervously. "Where would you suppose we would be heading now? I think getting out of a city and into somewhere a little more sparse would be a better idea." Luna grabbed a bottle of water from the broken fridge beside her and took a swig. She offered it to the younger boy, trying to keep her calmest, kindest facial expression.
DrTrollinski
Don't let the name scare you.
Clayton smiled for the first time today and took the water from her and took a quick sip of it before handing it back. ".. Yeah. I've got family that live in Georgia... Our best bet's to head there. They live in one of those small towns, so we'll see if they've had a taste of this yet..." He yawned and rubbed his eyes. A toilet was heard flushing and a minute later the young boy popped out and looked at Greg and then at Luna. He looked a little more calm now, but still looked pretty mortified. He ran back to Greg's side and hugged him while looking up at this new woman that had joined their little posse. ".. This is my youngest son. Jackson." He smiled.
Elwin
Slave to the Matrix
"Hello Jackson." Luna said, kindly. She hadn't had much experience with children, in her 26 years of living. As an only child and socially awkward growing up, her Mother was her main friend. Luna had never even thought to try and interact with men in her adult years, as she was only afraid of what they become when they get too comfortable. She was polite and gentle upfront but she always questioned the alternate motives of men in the back of her mind. The man from the hotel was one of the first acts of selflessness she had seen where nothing was expected to be handed back. Luna hoped this was a similar situation.
"Let's hope this town is safe." She replied, simply. Luna walked out the door towards their car, squinting at the sun, It was a windy but bright day;in the country you would barely notice anything had even happened. Every moment Luna stopped worrying about her communication with the survivors, her stomach would churn at the thought of thousands already dead from the breakout.
"Let's hope this town is safe." She replied, simply. Luna walked out the door towards their car, squinting at the sun, It was a windy but bright day;in the country you would barely notice anything had even happened. Every moment Luna stopped worrying about her communication with the survivors, her stomach would churn at the thought of thousands already dead from the breakout.
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