Life After Us [Closed]

[Hi Im Red]

Being accepted to Julliard is one of the best things to have happened.


The worst? There is no Julliard. In face there are no more people.


It's just me. Alone.


To think almost a year ago I was happy I got accepted into Julliard, then the next minute, there's an attack, of aliens! How cliche did that feel? Very; if you must know. Killing the human race, or at least 98% of it. I just had the unfortunate luck of being in the 2% god only knows where the rest are. Defiantly not in Texas, that much is clear.


2017 was the year of the alien attack and will be known as that for a long time now. The humans are gone, only the aliens remain, scouting the Earth for any more humans that were left behind in the blast. Guns render useless in a fight against the 8 foot tall beasts, swords and knives have some damage. But nothing can kill then other than their own weapons.


It's 2021, four years after the attack and Aliens still live on earth, believing that all humans are dead. But there are still some breathing. However, they don't know that. But will they ever figure out that they aren't alone?


Alien-


Hunter:

Scout:

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Who ever said alien warfare was fun? It's not. It is brutal, greusome and gorey with lots of blood and everyone that you love dying. If you're not into any of that well then; good luck. You've been warned.


Texas seemed to be quite the hotspot for these aliens, so why Dallas was there, it was because it's where she grew up and if she could chose any place to be on her death bed, it was to be back home, in her room that has changed so much over the four years that she has been trying to find ways to slaughter the bastards, she was finally hit. It wasn't big, nor was it dramatic. It looked and felt like being shot with an alien gun. Painful and bloody. When the Scout had thought her dead, it left. These weren't zombies who came and ate their kill, they were aliens, heartless ones at that.


Dal purposely laid on the ground playing possum for the time being, letting her left abdomen bleed out. Home was all the way in Dallas; funny seeing as that was her name as well. And that is where she wanted to be in her time of dying, but it was two days by foot and it'd be a mirical if she got a car working. Worth a shot. After grabbing her small homemade first aid kit, she took out the gauze and wrapped it tightly around her stomach, she was on the move once more. Seeking out the first vehical that came into view which happened to be an old ('07 if she had to guess) Dodge pickup. It never would have been her first choice, but it's the best she was getting. She learned to hotwire a car when she was seven -better not to ask how or why- so knowing how to do it wasn't a problem. It was a matter of it the car would actually turn on. Which after a few failed attempts it did. Now time for a long three hours while trying not to die. She looked around the truck and found a CD, and looked at the band seeing that it was some band called Led Zepplin, she popped it in and turned the volume up; at least it was better than listening to nothing.

 

[Gh0st]

Smoke rose from the tip of Alex's cigarette slithering out of the building through a window like a snake. His breathing labored as he let his sword support his weight. Around him, aliens laid dead on the ground with gunshot and sword wounds. That was his world nowadays, fighting day in and day out. To be honest, before this had all started all Alex wanted was to go back to war with his fellow Marines, but now there was no point in fighting if there was no one to stand by and lift your weight a bit.


Flicking the cigarette out of a window, Alex sheathed his sword on his back and began walking out of the building. After stepping over some dead aliens, he finally made it out of the building. Looking down on the shallow, but dangerous wound across his side, Alex sighed and slowly began walking towards the place he had called home for several years. It was really just an old bar aroung the corner, but it was better then nothing. A lost soldier who had returned from war is what he had been before the invasion his world felt as it was feeling apart. That was until his world literally fell apart and everything went to shit. But yet again, that's just how it was.

 

[Hi Im Red]

Half a tank of gas in a fourteen year old vehicle only gets one to the outskirts of Dallas, that much has been discovered. The rest just had to be by foot, it wasn't so bad, but she may not make it all the way home. With her back pack slung over one shoulder and her pistol holstered onto her hip, she was ready for a walk; despite the blood that soaked through the gauze. She was fine, not feeling one bit lightheaded or woozy so that had to be a good sign. Yes it was a pretty bad hit, but she didn't feel any effect on the wound, other than a little pain every now and then. She blamed her subconsciousness for going into shock, which was most likely to be the case.


Dallas walked the empty streets, which was weird, she suspected to cross paths with at least one alien. Just as the thought processed, she heard something coming around the corner; out of instinct she got out of sight and pressed her back against the doors to some bar. It didn't take long for her gun to be held in her hands, gripping it probably a little to tight, Dal took a breath and raised the gun turning the corner to shoot. The next thing she saw was unexpected. She was so close to pulling the trigger but the fact that there was a person standing in front of her made her stop. An actual, real, living and breathing human being. Standing in front of her. What the hell? She didn't expect anyone to be alive; however the man standing in front of her proved her wrong. And for the first time, she didn't have to be left with her thoughts, seeing that she couldn't fathom any at the moment, her mouth slightly agape and gun half raised; she stood there, just staring.

 

[Gh0st]

Holding his side to try and stop the bleeding, Alex walked quickly towards his bar when suddenly a girl about his age appeared before him with a gun on her hand. Alex froze staring at her in complete disbelief even rubbing his eyes thinkingthey must be playing tricks on him. At first, he figured it was just PTSD finally manifesting after years of war, but he didn't remember PTSD causing hallucinations at this level. So in the end he concluded that she must be real. Automatically, Alex noticed her wounds and spoke up.


"You know, I'd like to not bleed to death standing here and I'm guessing you don't want that to happen to you either so it'd be just peachy if you could out of my way so I could get to my bar and patch both of us up" he said his voice sounding raspy and deep. It was weird talking again. After all, it had been four years now and he really only had saida thing or two during that entire time span. However, it was like riding a bike, words flew out of his mouth in the same sarcastic, sassy fashion that they always had.

 

[Hi Im Red]

Hearing the mans voice was almost surreal, four years alone, for long years and suddenly he shows up and acts like it's the most normal thing to see a human rather than an alien. Another person, she couldn't get over that fact it was another person. She lowered her gun fully and put it back in its holster, not moving from her spot.


Finally the mans words processed into her head and a smile came into play, "I've been bleeding for about three hours, I'm sure I'll be fine," it was weird to hear the sound of her own voice again. Almost foreign to her ears. Of course because this was their first time meeting, he would realize that the pale skin she wore was abnormal compared to her normal olive colour, however she couldn't bring herself to care about the fact of how much blood she lost because, another actual person was there, they were really here and she wasn't the only one left.


Dallas finally moved out of the way, making a small gesture with her hands as if silently saying 'lead the way'. Four years ago she'd be crazy for trusting a random man on the streets, but this was not four years ago, this was now. And right now, she was telling herself to trust this man.

 

[Gh0st]

Alex squinted a bit at the women in front of him, she did not look like she was fine. Well, yeah she was definitely fine, but not health wise. Shaking the thought out of his head, he walked past her and into the bar. It was fairly big, however the seats were n longer there. Instead, they were replaced by punching bags and other materials. The walls were filled up with different weapons andstrange, alien looking devices that Alex spent time messing with.


He walked over to the bar counter and slid over it easily. It was a house rule of his, you had to slide over the bar counter. It was little things like that which had kept Alex from going over the edge over the years. Reaching out and grabbing a bottle of whiskey which sat along with many other different bottles of alcohol. Opening the bottle, he poured the alcohol into his wound which sent a wave of pain over his body. Naturally, a sting of curses flew out of him. Taking a drink from the bottle, he placed it on the bar counter then reached underneath the counter. He took out several bandages and other first aid materials, placing them on the counter he began treating his wound while leaving plenty of supplies left for the new stranger to do the same.


"I'm Alex, born in Florida. What about you?" he asked her to break the silence.

 

[Hi Im Red]

"I love what you've don't with the place," Dallas commented sarcastically as she looked around taking in everything that changed about this place. He remembered it slightly, but not enough to have any emotional connection. She looked at the whiskey and almost melted at the sight, taking the bottle after he set it down and had a long swig of it, relishing in the burn that it left on her throat. She put the bottle back on the counter, looking up at Alex as he introduce himself.


"Dallas, born and raised," she introduced herself. "Name is Dallas, born here in Dallas. Parents weren't that original, but it wasn't my decision," she added pushing herself up to sit on the counter, wincing at the pain that shot through her stomach. She ignored it best she could; at least now this way she had a distraction through death.

 

[Gh0st]

Alex finished up his bandage and looked it over making sure it was put on well. He looked up at her as she told him who she was and took a drink of the whiskey once more. Alex grabbed a strange looking metallic helment that was underneath the bar counter and set it up on top. Wires were creeping out of the helment as he began tinkering, searching for something to say as he worked


"So, why are you here now? I mean, I know you haven't been around here or I would've noticed" he asked her, hands constantly moving as he worked and spoke. A wire from the helment sparked and made Alex step back letting out curses under his breath. He went right back to it and looked up at her for a moment, noticing how pale she was.


"You look like hell, so you should really change those bandages" Alex told her pushing the supplies he had left on the counter towards her. "I mean, if you won't do it then I will and I get the feeling you don't want me up that close. Or maybe you do" he joked a grin on his face as he teased.

 

[Hi Im Red]

Dallas shrugged her shoulders, "dying wish, I wanted to be back home so I can die peacefully. As forchanging these, it's not happening," Dallas said. She watched him work, eyes curious as she did. What it was remained a mystery, she didn't bother questioning it. There wasn't much to ask, or do, she knew the woud was more than likely a lost cause and no sense in tending to it, especially when she was going to die anyways.


"I don't have much to get me all the way back to my house, it's at least five miles from here, and I'd bleed out before I reach my house, so no sense in trying to get there. Now it's time to relax and let nature take it's toll," she nodded her head leaning back on her hands, letting her head fall back just breathing in the aroma of the old bar, enjoying the smell of whiskey. This defiantly came a close second to her death bed. Which was good considering she wouldn't be making it home, nor would she be making through all the blood she had lost.

 

[Gh0st]

Upon hearing her, Alex looked up from his work a bit schocked. He quickly pushed it aside and grabbed the bottle of whiskey. He pushed Dallas so that she laid on her back and too off her old bandage. Pouring the alcohol on it, Alex put on another bandage on her. "Sorry, but I'm not gona just let you die. I'm an asshole not a monster" he muttered to her while frantically looking for something underneath the bar counter.


He pulled out a bag of O- blood checking that the type was indeed correct. Alex remembered when head raided the hospital and got the bag many years before. Even to this day, it was fine to use which was good. He looked over at Dallas for a second and sighed,this was gonna be hard.


"Now, I wanna give you this blood and oh you know, save your ass, but you have to let me do it. If you move around I won't be able to find your vein" Alex told her hoping she'd agree to it.

 

[Hi Im Red]

"What the hell are you doing?" Dallas asked, propping herself up on her elbows as he took off her bandages. She had a dying wish that much was clear. Yes, he may not want her dying in his bar, but it was her choice, she could escape this hell if she wanted to. Right now; she really wanted to. She grit her teeth, face twisting up in pain as the alcohol met the wounded flesh on her stomach, letting out a pained groaned. "What the hell," she breathed down at him as he searched for something.


So she wasn't going out peacefully, that much was certain, for now she would just have to let him do whatever he wanted, it didn't matter, she believed that she was a lost case. Dallas sat up, suppressing a groan as she did, taking up the whiskey and downing as much as she could. She coughed harshly at the burn in her throat and set the bottle down. "Lying still," she announced, lowering herself back onto the counter to let him do his thing.

 

[Gh0st]

Alex sighed and put down the bag fixing up her band age once more. He then went to mark with the bag, sticking a needle attached to a tube into her so that the blood would flow into her veins. Once again, he dissapeared underneath the counter. When he couldn't find what he wanted silent curses trailed out of his mouth. Sliding over the counter, Alex walked up to a seemingly normal t blank wall. He pulled back his fist and punched through the weak plaster. Grabbing a syringe that was kept inside the wall, he rushed back to Dallas.


Quickly he stuck the syringe into her arm and let the green liquid inside into her body. With yet another sigh, Alex threw away the empty syringe and took a seat next other. He had done what he could, now he'd wait. "The green stuff that I put in you is just something that'll make you heal much faster so don't worry. Let me ask you something. Why do you wanna die so badly?" Alex asked.

 

[Hi Im Red]

She honestly tried her best at lying still, she really did, but even then she still squirmed slightly, but not enough to make it too much trouble for him to work on her wounds. God it felt weird. She had something similar done to her when she was younger; but back then she was too drugged up to realize what was happening. When she was about ten years old she had a kidney removed, and she remembered waking up during surgery, there was blood and pain and lots and lots of drugs, but being completely awake while some random stranger pokes a bag of blood into you and some green (possibly alien) drugs. It tended to remind her of that moment. Why? She wasn't really sure, the feeling just seemed... familiar.


"Because everyone I love is dead," the answer was blunt, however it made her sit up slightly, wincing as she did, to grab the whiskey taking another long swig from it, before laying back down and holding the bottle over to Alex if he wanted any. "When everyone you love is dead, you start fighting for yourself. Not because you can or because you want to, but because you have to survive. Surviving is so outdated now when you have nothing to fight for. And dying is the only way out of surviving. After being shot by that damn alien, my choices were limited to the one option I wanted most."

 

[Gh0st]

Alex looked over at her an understanding, not pity filled look in his eyes. He'd be the same way if he wasn't use to fighting to live everyday. Even before he joined the Marine Corps at seventeen, his home life and environment required him to make survival and fighting an instinct. Like walking or breathing, it came to him naturally. Alex picked up the helment once more and began working on it once more as he thought of what to say.


"So, how'd you survive these last four years?" he asked, curious of how she had made it so far. She could clearly handle herself to have made it this far. And earlier, when she pulled out her gun on him, her shooting form wasn't half bad. Meaning she must've had somesortof training from someone. Or maybe she had been self taught, Alex wondered.

 

[Hi Im Red]

"Broke into a police station, took anything I could carry, plus my dad was a cop, I knew a thing or two about a gun. But never shot one or held a loaded one until the attack," she said keeping her head flat onto the counter, staring up at the ceiling, "I hid away most of the time; just observing them. There are two different species out there; there are the Hunters. So far I've learned that they are not good with distance, they like being in your face, also they're bulkier, so more skin or muscle makes them harder to kill. Then we have the Scouts; they are the more dangerous ones, they are god with distance, and from what I've seen, never missed a target -I'm a fine example of that- and they tend to be smaller in size, so it makes them more open to damage, even still, they're hard to kill," Dallas said finally looking over to Alex.


"So who are you?" she asked, eyes curious, "I know you're name, and where you were born, but who are you?" she asked. Dallas was normally curious about these things, so naturally the question came up. She enjoyed knowing who people were and what their story was; it just showed a lot about who they were, and in an apocalypse, it was a good thing to know who a person was so you knew that they wouldn't kill you the minute your back was turned.

 

[Gh0st]

Looking up from the helment, Alex looked up and took in the information about the aliens. Most of what Dallas mentioned he had noticed, but a couple of things she said didn't catch his attention. Taking note of the information, he looked back down as he was asked a question. It was a good question, but not one he really knew how to answer. Alex didn't even have a life worth mentioning until he turned seventeen.


"I am-well, I was just a Marine back froma tour. The Corps is really where my life started, everything before is just background noise that doesn't matter anymore. When everything happened, I was staying with a buddy of mine who was also a Marine. He was a but of a gun nut, so when all hell broke loose and I found him dead, I took the guns and came here. It's the only either place in Dallas that I know besides the apartment that my buddy lived in" Alex told her, not even looking up or halting his work as he did so.

 

[Hi Im Red]

Dallas nodded her head as best she could as she was laying down, she didn't say anything, just brought the whiskey bottle to her lips and did her best to finish off what was left in the bottle. The taste of liquor feeling so nice burning down the back of her throat. Just the mere thought of her family and who she was, was trying to make her feel the pain. She didn't want to feel the pain anymore. Dallas dropped the bottle onto the floor not caring if it broke or whatever happened to it.


"God," she groaned closing her eyes and letting her hands attempt to fall trough her hair. "You'd think that after four years, someone else you know would still be alive, but that's never the case. You would think that after all the hell you've gone through in your life would change, but it doesn't. Let me tell you something, Alex, life sucks," she said, "and if you don't have the courage to kick it in the balls when you're younger, well then you wont ever have the courage to fight it now."

 

[Gh0st]

As Alex continued to work and listen, his hand shot out and caught the bottle. He laid it down on the counter as Dallas began to ramble on. He knew exactly what she meant and even agreed with her, but there was no point in thinking about all that anymore. That's how you drove yourself insane. The way he saw it, you had to just take things day by day and try to survive. If you thought about things too much, I'd end up catching up to you and destroying you.


Standing up, Alex left his helment for a moment and walked over to the record player he kept behind the bar counter. Placing a black record on it, AC/DC, an old band he loved as a kid, began blasting through the bar. Alex then calmly walked back to his chair and continued working. "You should get some rest, that wound will heal better if you sit still and quit moving around. Besides, it looks like you need it" he told her.

 

[Hi Im Red]

"I'll tell you what I need," Dallas snapped turning her head towards him, "I need another damn drink," she said. Though he was right, if she was to go on like this then she would never be able to get some rest. Dallas pushed herself up into a sitting position, holding the bag of blood next to her as she jumped in behind the counter, crouching down and looking to see what he had to drink, "Where do you keep all the good stuff?" she asked cocking her head to the side looking for some scotch or vodka or just something to make her daze over a little so she didn't have to think so much about everything.

 

[Gh0st]

Alex looked up from his helment as she asked him where his good alcohol was. "Somewhere that half dead, suicidal girls can't reach" he told her and looked at his helment for a moment before looking back up to her. "Look, if you shut up, rest, and recover I'll bring out the best scotch that I have. But for now, you don't get qnything" Alex told her.