Futuristic World's Ending

[HannaTheHippy]

She quickly hurried over to him, planting her boot in his cradled hands. "I'm light, be surprised." She snickered, bending herself upwards, towards the window sill.


She tried to reach up, but without his boost, she was a few inches too short.


"Almost there, raise up." She demanded, prompting her arms, preparing to pull herself up.


@The Jackal

 

[The Jackal]

Vincent chuckled lightly as he noticed how light the girl was before rolling his eyes at her demand. "Yeah, yeah." He said, slowly lifting her up as he unbent his knees and lifted his cradled hands so that her head and shoulders were sticking above the wooden window sill. "Just get it, find something to get me up or remove one of the barricades." He instructed, not taking any shit from a teenager.

 

[HannaTheHippy]

"Alright, alright. Don't pull any guns." She muttered, pushing open the window slightly, enough for her to get in.


She grabbed the window's sill, vaulting herself into the room. The room was small, half of the room having white wooden dresser, a pocket book on top of that, a stood up broken mirror, glass presented on the ground in front of it, a plain white mattress, and a single lightblub, swinging from the ceiling. The other half of the room had stairs going down and a shiny wooden railing. Madeline examined the room, grabbed the book and hung it from her pocket, taking the switchblade from it's place. She thumped down the stairs, firmly holding the blade in front of her. From the outside, the back door was locked and blocked, the item used to block was another dresser and a standard dining chair. Before walking over to the barricade, she looked around the first floor, finding a one-person kitchen, a square dining table, missing one chair for the door, a bathroom, accompanied with a body, and a shard of glass, laying in the bathtub. The body wasn't old, no decaying features visible, nor bite marks. Only a large gash in his neck. It seemed to be of a male, late 30s. As Madeline inspected the kitchen, she found a pantry, empty. Fridge, empty. Male knew he would die of starvation rather soon, so to end his suffering, slit his throat.


She stopped and placed the blade on the table, wandering over to the barricades. She picked up the chair, putting it to the side, along with the dresser. The dresser was surprisingly easy for her to move, nothing being in the drawers, useless waste of wood.


She turned the lock, then the knob, smirking. "Easy as sneaking into my house again after going to an illegal party, aye?"


"Oh, merry Christmas, don't thank me." She grabbed the book from it's place, holding it out to him.

 

[The Jackal]

Once Madeline was inside the house Vincent turned to look at the darkening back yard, shivering at the cold wind that penetrated his coat and chilled his skin. He shook his head as he looked around slowly, scanning both edges of the house for any undead before eventually leaning on the wall next to the door.


He opened his eyes and stood up as he heard the door open, looking over his shoulder at the girl before nodding a thanks to her.


"Thanks."


He took the book before entering and looking around, his eyes resting on the body before walking over to it and grabbing it by it's leg as he dragged it outside.


"Probably best we remove this, don't want the smell attracting walkers."


He slowly looked around once he was outside before walking over to the back shed and then slumping the body around the back of the shed. He then dusted his hands off before walking back to the house where he closed the door and locked it, placing the barricades back onto it before looking around. His eyes rested on the girl as he reached into his pocket and drew out a few rounds of ammunition which he handed to her with one hand while pulling his mask off with the other.


"Here, I was going to keep them until I knew you wouldn't turn around and shoot me in the back... But I think you'll probably need them sooner rather than later."

 

[HannaTheHippy]

She nodded and sat down at the dining table, beginning to fumble around with the rifle. "So uh, one more thing, one bed. We can sleep together and you can be mature 'bout it and not fuck me in my sleep, or, I'll take Whitney Houston's place in the bathtub."


She snickered, finishing the re-load of the gun. She stuffed extra in her pocket, slinging the gun over her shoulder again, letting it hang on her back. She picked up the switchblade, flipped it, placing it where the ammo was.


"Oh, 'nother thing, Vin," She got up, wandering over to the kitchen. She knocked on the pantry's door, sighing. "No food. We're starving tonight unless you wanna man up, venture out into darkness, fight some crazy fuckers, then get your armored ass back here." She laughed, "I, stay here, make sure no one fucks with our living quarters. If you're too much of a pansy to fight rotting flesh, then I will, and you'll live with the title of being a pansy."

 

[The Jackal]

Vincent laughed lightly before walking over to tub and picking up the shard of glass, staring at the blood on the tip for a few seconds before placing the glass down and walking into the kitchen where he leaned on the doorframe and listened to her.


"Okay, for one I'm not a pervert. For two, how about we look around for a bit and if we don't find food I'll go get some stuff..."


He turned around and began to make his way upstairs where he walked over to each door and opened it, looking inside the room and checking for anything before closing the door. He came to a stop at the last door as the lock rattled lightly, him raising an eyebrow as he turned and walked downstairs.


"The last door upstairs is locked... I think there might be something there."

 

[HannaTheHippy]

"I hope you aren't, or I'm screwed. Early twenties man hitting on a nineteen year old? Priceless in movies." She snickered, crouching down to look in the cabinets.


Stocked on medical supplies, but no food. "Found first-aid and medicine," She called out, somewhat proud of her finding. "No food, though." She murmured to herself and stood, wandering around the first floor, in search.


She stopped, going over to him. "Doors? You're tripping." She teased, smirking.


She shrugged her shoulders, "I'm half blind when it comes to searching for stuff, and it's dark up there, so good find. You could shoot the lock? Might attract attention, though. Don't have any other ideas."


"Unless you think it's filled to the brim with supplies, what really the point of getting it open? Might be a horde inside, I dunno."


@The Jackal

 

[Elijahpijah123]

As he was still searching for food, he noticed a boarded up house. He pulled out his magnum and headed for the building possibly full for survivors. "Knock knock."

 

[The Jackal]

The male laughed before turning and walking back up the stairs, stopping as he was half way up the stairs. He turned to look at Madeline before speaking once more.


"If your apparently half blind when looting, it rises more questions as to how you survived this long."


He then turned and began to walk up the stairs, tightening his grip on his axe as he walked up the stairs silently. He went straight to the final door as soon as he reached the second floor, looking at it up and down before raising his axe above his head. He paused for a moment before swinging down and forcing the axe head through the middle of the wooden door, smashing a hole in the middle of it before removing the axe head from the wood and slipping his hand into the hole. He fiddled around a bit before unlocking the door and stepping back, opening it easily before frowning at the sight of nothing.


"Dammit !."


He turned and walked back down the stairs, plopping himself on the end of the stairs as he took the book from earlier and began to read it slowly. He turned to the first page and read it silently before shaking his head as he skipped a few pages ahead, reading the pencil scribbling slowly.


We'll survive here until this whole thing blows over, we'll survive, I'm sure of it.





Vincent skipped to another page and read it quietly again, still silent as he ignored Madeline.


Josh went to scavenge today he still hasn't come back, Will keeps going upstairs to his room and he never seems to look hungry. I tried to go see what was inside but it was locked, I'll keep looking for a key.


Skip to random page.


Will went scavenging today saying that "He'd find what he could." He didn't return, I don't think he was killed. He left us. He left us for something else, he knew I was onto his little room. With Will gone I can finally get into the room by force.


Skip to page 114.


I finally got inside the room and looked around, but when I returned Jack had killed Wendy and taken her food, I tried to fight him off but he cut me across the arm and stole all our food. Audrey ran off with him, I shouldn't have ever trusted her.


Skip to page 116.


Will's stash has something under the floorboards, I don't have the strength to remove them so I left it. Whatever it is.


Skip to last entry.


Why did I think teaming together would get us further ? I was an idiot. I have no food, no water, nothing. I may as well end it here instead of waiting for starvation. If anyone finds my body and this note book, theres something under the floorboards upstairs. Take it and use it to survive longer than I did.


Vincent shook his head and closed the book, standing before walking over to Madeline and handing it to her.


"Read this."


He then turned and walked up the steps towards the end room with axe in hand, stopping as he looked around and knelt down. Slowly, he began to knock lightly on the wood while listening to the hollow sound until pausing as the sound became more blunt and dull. He looked down at the spot and stood, raising his axe before slamming it down onto the wooden floorboards which caused them to split. Once this was done Vincent slowly removed the axe head and peered inside. Inside was a large packet of cornchips, two cans of tinned spaghetti and a small container of ammo. Vincent smiled before picking up all the objects and making his way downstairs where he gave Madeline a triumphant grin and then set the stuff down on the kitchen counter.


"I solved our food problem."

 

[HannaTheHippy]

She snickered lightly at his words, watching him as he went back up.


She listened as he fumbled with the axe, hearing him smash the middle of the door, unlocking it, but having no luck on finding items. She leaned against the wall, waiting for him to come down once more. She watched as he read the book, grabbing it as he handed it. She slowly read off of the page, grinning at what was written. Madeline watched as he stood up again, went up the stairs, and came back down to the kitchen, setting the food down on the counter.


"Well, lucky you, all into reading and clues n' what not. What-do-ya-know, Whitney's actually pretty helpful. Uh, five people starting out in the group..One by one, dead or left. Funny, huh?" She glanced over the food, leaning on a door frame, somewhat carefully watching Vincent's moves.


"You asked how I'm still alive? Well, I wasn't always alone," She smirked, winking at Vincent. "Might wanna take the ammo you gave me, back." She grinned, then leaned off of the doorway, walking over to the table and sitting.

 

[The Jackal]

Vincent smiled as she commented, taking the bullet container as he slowly opened the rectangular package and peered inside. He smiled as he was greeted by the sight of another two 50. cal rounds and then the rest of the case filled with random shotgun, rifle and 9mm bullets. He then looked up Madeline as she commented.


"Just get me a talking dog, 4 friends and a hippy van and I'll be a detective."


He smiled as he took the can of spaghetti and threw it to her, adding a little "Catch" as he threw it. He then frowned as she warned him, shaking it off before picking up his own can of spaghetti and strolling over to the barricade. He peered through the glass in complete silence, noticing a few undead gathering around the building next door. Must be a body. Or survivors. He hoped it was the former. He then turned and sat down at the table, picking up the note book as he read it a little more before placing it down and standing. He turned to the stairs and went up them in complete silence.


Once he reached the top of the stairs he went towards the bathroom and entered, looking around before walking over to the medicine cabinet and opening it. He closed it once more before realising that the mirror was smashed and a shard was missing, his thoughts going back to the man in the tub before he walked out and over to the first room which he opened and looked around at the bed and then the cupboard which he opened to find nothing.


He then turned and went back down stairs, looking at Madeline before sitting and speaking.


"Y'know we won't be able to stay here long... If two of this original group left they may return, and I'd rather not have to deal with them."

 

[HannaTheHippy]

She laughed at the detective joke, catching the can as he threw it to her. She shook it, took out her switchblade and stabbed the top, easily popping it open. She tipped the can to her mouth, eating in silence as he walked around the house. As he came back down again, she finished the can, leaning herself back in the chair.


"I figured we don't have long. When do we leave? Your call." She muttered, glancing over the pocket book in front of him, her gaze turning into a trance, a stare.


She cleared her throat before speaking again, now looking up at his face. "So, uh, you were across from the hospital when we met," She mumbled, tapping her nails against the empty can. "Any chance you saw the 'incident'?"


I wasn't alone. She thought to herself, the thought increasing, getting louder, pounding against the sides of her skull. She kept her stare at Vincent's face as she put her hands under the table, her hands twitching, but her face emotionless. She bit the insides of her cheeks, staring into his eyes, as if to hide her twitching from beneath the table.

 

[The Jackal]

(Is she having a seizure ?)


Vincent rose his hand and reached atop the table, taking the switch blade quickly and popping his own can before eating it. He stopped and swallowed his food as she spoke, rolling his tongue around in his cheeks before speaking.


"We'll probably have to keep moving, a day max."


He then finished his can and walked back into the kitchen where he left the can in the empty fridge and then returning to answer Madeline's previous question, he tilted his head from side to side before looking at her. He noticed her hands under the table but decided to shove it from his mind.


"Part of it, I saw the woman and the body... Then I saw you firing an empty gun... Then I saw you stabbing the woman."


He smiled as he spoke about the empty gun before his face went solemn as he stated the stabbing, he gave her a questioning stare before allowing his thoughts to be aired.


"Why ? Why did you kill her ?"


The question seemed alot easier in his mind but when he spoke he had trouble saying it, pausing as though trying to regain control of himself. He gave her a look before leaning on the doorway, blinking slightly but his expression staying solemn and cold.

 

[HannaTheHippy]

(you wish)


"A day..Alright." She smirked, then glanced up to the barricaded front door, listening to him.


She put her hands back up onto the table, slamming her hands against the top, stopping them from shaking.


She heavily, turning to her gaze to him, staring expressionless. "I kill when I have too. Plus, she wanted it. If you were there for the beginning, as much as it didn't seem like it, whoever that man was, was her friend, maybe a lover of sorts,"


She glanced to the book across the table, smirking. "If you've ever listened to how people cry, you can tell if it's real emotion, if it's someone close to them."


She chuckled, standing up. "Emo moment there," She quickly changed the subject, looking at him. "Uh, day max? Meaning we can stay for a day, then pack-up? That case, I would close up the floorboard again, make it seem like no one was here." She snatched the can, walking over to the fridge, putting the empty can back by his.

 

[The Jackal]

Vincent jumped in fright as Madeline slammed her hands on the table, staring at her as she stared at the door. Something was wrong. He slowly stood from the door and glanced at the switchblade.


"Something wrong?"


His eyes shot to her as he stared at her hands incase she reached for her rifle, his pupils dilating as he stared back up at her warily. Even if she did draw her gun he couldn't bring himself to kill her, even if he saw her killed others.


(I know it's short... Hush)

 

[HannaTheHippy]

She turned around from the fridge, smiling over at him. "You wouldn't want to hear me ramble."


She chuckled, snatched the switchblade from the table and headed up the stairs, muttering back down. "Night."


She went over to the first door, walked in, and took off her boots, hoodie, and rifle, laying them close to the door, leaving her in jeans and a white t-shirt. She kept the switchblade in her grip, wandering over to the mattress. She laid down on one side, crossing her legs as she looked up at the switchblade, holding it above herself. The blade being almost completely covered in darkness. Madeline eventually fell asleep, laying the blade on her chest.


(It's kay bb, I'm glad we made it this far xD )

 

[The Jackal]

(I WANT. TO CREEP IN. AND SIT WITH HER O-O I WILL WATCH. HER SLEEP)


Vincent watched her go, shaking his head as he made his way towards the barricade in silence before peering through the cracks. The group of undead had now moved on and were nowhere to be seen, making Vincent relax before looking around at the silent room and then up the stairs. He sighed before making his way up the stairs in silence, stopping at the first door before entering silently.


He slowly made his way towards the mattress, glancing at the girls rifle and then her asleep figure. He smiled slightly before removing his gas mask from his belt and placing it on a the windowsill, wiping away some mud like liquid that had found itself on the lens after Vincent's little sewer trip. He then turned to look at Madeline, smiling slightly before removing his jacket and placing it over her for warmth. He then sat down quietly on the edge of the mattress and stared quietly at the door before eventually standing and walking over to the door which he slid shut slowly. He then turned to the mattress and laid down on the hard floor alongside it, drifting asleep beside the girl.


(1. I ship it... Even though they're too old for each other. 2. Time skip to morning ?)

 

[HannaTheHippy]

(1. I kinda ship it too, 2. Yee, timeskip)

 

[HannaTheHippy]

Madeline yawned and stretched her arms out, expecting to hit him. When she didn't, she became slightly worried, sitting up. She kicked the jacket off of her in the middle of the night, now placing it at the end of her bed, the switchblade next to her. She glanced around, seeing him alongside the mattress. She eased up with the clarification of him not leaving, slowly picking up the jacket.


She lightly snickered, placing it on top of him before grabbing the blade again, stuffing it into its normal place, with the leftover ammunition. She stepped over him, quickly slipped on her hoodie again, her boots, slung her rifle, and left the room, letting him sleep. She went down stairs, picking up the satchel from the chair; one she found earlier in the gas station. She walked to the kitchen counter, beginning to fill the satchel with the supplies Vincent found beneath the floorboard. When she finished, Madeline went back upstairs, shaking Vincent awake.


"Found your girlfriend." She teased, sitting next to him.

 

[The Jackal]

Vincent yawned and opened his eyes slowly, glancing around before sitting up and looking at Madeline. He shook her statement off and stood up, picking up his gas mask before stepping over the mattress and then looking down at her.


"What ?"


He looked down at her once more, raising an eyebrow as he noticed the bag of food and ammo slung over her shoulder. He knew they were leaving, he had said it himself. He looked down at the floor and slipped his mask on just as his faces went a light pink due to embarressment before picking the jacket up and throwing it over his shoulders. If memory served correctly, he had put that over her last night. Embarrassing.

 

[HannaTheHippy]

She shrugged her shoulders, looking around the room as a double check. She hummed, then clicked her tongue.


"Ready when you are. I suggest you go out of the front door, so I can barricade it again. I'll uh, leave my stuff with you and climb out of the window. Plan?" She looked to him, smirking, then to the window.


"Oh, and, thanks for last night. Owe you one, I guess." She snickered, walking out of the room and edging downstairs.


@The Jackal

 

[The Jackal]

(Sorry, wi-fi went down then PC decided it wanted to be made of jellybeans)


The male rolled his eyes under his mask as he followed her downstairs nodding at her plan before staring at the blood stains from the body from last night, shivering before shaking his head and yawning out of boredom. He stopped and quickly checked the pantry, collecting some bandages and other things before exiting the pantry and heading to the back door. He faltered before turning to her.


"What's the point in barricading ? Nothing here worth anything."


He awaited a response as his mind race at what had happened the previous day and what she had said, strange day. Strange day indeed.

 

[HannaTheHippy]

"Well," She muttered, moving her finger along the table's chairs.


"To make it seem like no one else was here, invading."


Madeline didn't come up with the best plans, but she always felt as if it was important to hide her tracks and never go back. That's why she always carried a map, frequently checking off the places she'd been; to make sure she didn't retrace her steps.

 

[The Jackal]

Vincent Marshall

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Vincent nodded, understanding completely, before walking over to the stairs and placing a hand on the banister, staring back at Madeline before rolling his eyes.


"It would be more efficient to simply both of us jump from the window, me first, you hand the supplies, then you second."


He grinned as he dissected her plan before walking up the stairs and towards the room they slept in, slipping open the window before climbing over the sill and onto the roof where he stood and stared at the large area ahead from his vantage point. He sighed as his eyes came to rest of a building with a large billboard with white and black paint spelling out the word 'S.O.S' in black paint. Like that would help now.


@HannaTheHippy

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[HannaTheHippy]

She listened intently as he spoke, squinting her eyes and nodding.


"Alright." She nodded again in agreement, following him up the stairs.


As he hit the ground, Madeline leaned out of the window, whispering to him, "You good?"