B_NewDay
Junior Member
Silence. Like always.
Jace shook his head, and shrugged his shoulders, assuming that standing outside wasn't going to help his throbbing headache. The sign that usually welcomed people to Brooklyn was shattered, smeared with blood, and other substances Jace wasn't eager to discover.
It was noon, and the sun beat down on him, he could feel the sweat at his collars, and at his temples. Rummaging through his bag he found a pair of sunglasses and slid them on.
"Much better", he said to no one in particular. Humming a song that hadn't been played in ages Jace poked his head around the streets looking for a place to stay over night. After all the Infected people only came out during the night. Usually rooftops were fine, since they were able to climb very high. Still Jace's hand reflexively felt for the pistol that he had tucked between the back of his jeans and the small of his back. Giving a grim smile he shoved his hand in his pockets and moved forward continuing to hum.
Last month was the last radio transmission he had received. At first they came every day. Then it became once a week, and slowly but surely it was random. No specific air date, just updates from people all over the country. Asking if anywhere had been spared. Thinking back to the young woman's voice on the radio sent a small shiver through him.
"It's not just the Infected Ones. There's other creatures. Some are calling them vampires, others have stated they have powers over elements. Be weary, and be careful. For now it's not just humans fighting for survival."
Before she could say anything else the radio screeched and everything went silent. Knowing that he had exhausted the resources in his small town he had moved towards Brooklyn hoping that there would be at least fresh water, maybe even some food if he was luck. His dark eyes looked across the streets, hoping for a movement. A human movement, a cry, a scream, a laugh. Though he knew that the chances of that were slim to none.
When the outbreak appeared many people underestimated it and didn't realize the scope of chaos it would bring with it. Slowly but surely Jace and his father built of their arms, supplies, and generators/batteries, and whatever else they though was necessary to their survival. One the epidemic hit at full force, 90 percent of the country was gone. Jace's father being part of that 90%. He didn't think about it though, and came to rest on a small bench that looked out towards a body of water. For the end of the world, it was a pretty nice day.