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| Scene Three: Ob-La-De, Ob-La-Da | |
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| LadyRahl | Sep 24 2009, 11:54 PM Post #1 |
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Desmond has his barrow in the market place... Molly is the singer in a band... Desmond says to Molly "Girl, I like your face" And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand... Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!... Lala how the life goes on... Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!... Lala how the life goes on. Desmond takes a trolley to the jewelry store... Buys a twenty carat golden ring... Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door... And as he gives it to her she begins to sing... Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!... Lala how the life goes on... Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!... Lala how the life goes on. In a couple of years they have built a home sweet home, With a couple of kids running in the yard, Of Desmond and Molly Jones... (Ha ha ha ha ha) Happy ever after in the market place... Desmond lets the children lend a hand... Molly stays at home and does her pretty face... And in the evening she still sings it with the band... Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!... Lala how the life goes on... Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!... Lala how the life goes on. In a couple of years they have built a home sweet home, With a couple of kids running in the yard, Of Desmond and Molly Jones... Happy ever after in the market place... Molly lets the children lend a hand... Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face... And in the evening she's a singer with the band... Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!... Lala how the life goes on... Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on, brah!... Lala how the life goes on. And if you want some fun...take Ob-la-di-bla-da Lyrics to: Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da Preformed by: The Beatles ****************************************************************** Survivor’s Journal Dated: June 17, 2011 One year after impact ****************************************************************** We didn’t stand a chance. I don’t know why we thought that we did… well some of us did but they weren’t ready for it. No one was. In the end, I guess we got what we deserved. Much like Noah and the Ark, God was wiping the slate clean… but this time he didn’t take all of the sinners. No, he left a lot of them behind. Sometimes, sometimes I can’t help but wonder if he really has a plan… or if there really is a God… I mean if there is… How could he do this to us? It hit us at 20:15:16 PM Central Time on June 17, 2010 which would have been about 10:42:16 Indian Standard Time on June 18, 2011. Funny to think that’s when the world ended as we know it. I never thought I’d be able to say the exact time that the world ended, the exact time civilization as we knew it ended. My youngest brother, God bless him, always said that God has a purpose for everything that he does. We were all raised to believe but him… God spoke directly to him, or at least that’s the way that it always seemed. I can only describe him as one of God’s chosen. Me though, like I said at this point I don’t know if God even exists. I’d like to think that he does, but after all this… I just don’t know anymore. I know that God always tests us, I mean look that the story of Job. God wipes out his entire family to win a bet with the Devil. He asked Abraham to kill Isaac… I never really paid attention in Sunday school, unlike him. He could probably list a dozen different trials but those are the only two I remember. I was in Zighan, Libya when it hit working with the church funnily enough with my husband Phillip and our four children Sara, Ruth, Rachel and Noah. We knew it was coming. Hell, the whole world did by that point. I remember how Noah’s arms wrapped around my neck as we saw what I can only describe as a second sun in the sky. It was over a thousand miles away and I can still remember the heat of it on my skin. I remember the clouds evaporating above us, the air crackling around us. I remember Phillip’s arm around my waist as we watched the end coming. The end… it still seems surreal to say that and actually mean it. It was the end. The end of everything. When it hit, well at first we didn’t feel anything. It just disappeared over the horizon and I remember Sara looking up at me with a hopeful smile, asking if it was over. It wasn’t over, it was far from over. I can’t tell you the nights I have prayed that we had been in India so that we might have died right at that second. But no, God had a different plan for us I’m afraid. The fireball that appeared in the horizon… it was massive. Bigger than anything I have ever seen in my life. I couldn’t really say how big it was exactly, but it was like… it looked like it was almost 20 times bigger than the sun. It filled the entire sky. That’s what we saw first. Just a giant ball of fire burning the sky. It was everything that the Rapture was supposed to be, Armageddon come down, God’s wrath burning through the air. It was like it would never end, that initial fireball… it lasted for over a half an hour just burning there, spreading out further and further and even when the center of it died, the ring continued to grow outward, the center replaced by a pillar of fire and earth reaching up into the sky burning, and burning… The debris though, that hit a lot sooner, as did the radiation. The debris hit us within 10 minutes, chunks of burning earth smacking into the ground around us. I remember one chunk, the size of a… biggest thing I’d ever seen in my life landing right on the church, crushing all of the people inside. It just, flattened the entire block with one deafening crunch. We were thrown off our feet in one direction and a second later the shockwave hit us, blasting us off our feet in the other direction. I was told later that the blast of air was over 485 mph when it hit us. I honestly don’t remember. I just remember the air burning around us, roaring louder than a thousand jet engines. Sara, she had been so young, not even two years old – a chunk of reef from an ocean over 1000 miles away, splitting her head in two in a shower of blood, brains and shattered bone. I tried to protect Noah as best I could, my precious son. I wish now that I hadn’t, I wish I’d just fallen on him and crushed him for the fate that came to him six months later… The heat of the radiation washed over us so hot that it was as though the air itself was on fire. I watched as Ruth smacked into a wall beside me, her hair and clothing busting into flames from the heat. Our skin burned and bubbled, blistering black. Buildings, or what was left of the buildings after the blast of hair, burst into flames, the grass, the trees… everything was burning. And the smell… God in Heaven the smell… and chunks of earth rained down on us, crushing brick buildings, landing on people, that’s how Phillip lost his leg. It just burned and burned as the ring of fire spread out, more debris raining down on us like the wrath of God and when it was over… At the time we thought we were so lucky. There were so many dead, and yet I’d only lost Sara and Phillip lost his leg. I remember how I fell on my blistered knees barely feeling the pain, Noah screaming pained in my arms and looking up to the burning sky thanking God… actually thanking that bastard for sparing us. I was so stupid. No one was ready for what happened next. This was only the beginning. What happened two days later… I don’t think that anyone thought it could get any worse, but we were so wrong. So very wrong. ****************************************************************** Tom DeLonge June 17, 2010 Deer Lake, Minnesota ****************************************************************** What happened? Tom groaned, struggling to sit up and trying to remember what had happened. He’d gone for a walk down the shoreline of the lake to clear his head. The night had been exceptionally beautiful, the sky clear, the moon bright… he’d always had a hard time sleeping, especially with his back. Some nights he actually resorted to sleeping out on the driveway with a blanket. Sophie had been in bed, Ava and Jonas sleeping peacefully and Tom had a tune stuck in his head. Not wanting to wake anyone up, and with the weather so nice, a walk had seemed just about perfect. He’d taken Baxter with him, off his leash, bouncing happily around his feet, tail wagging happily. Tom snorted and shoved his hands in the sand as a warm wave of water splashed across his face and he realized that he wasn’t on land, he was in the water. It tasted odd though. He’d been swimming with Ava that afternoon and the water was crystal clear, cool, and absolutely lovely. Now though, it had almost an… iron taste to it and he opened his eyes as he brought himself up on his hands and knees. He ran his face over his face and looked at it, frowning seeing it red. “What the hell?” He muttered turning and sitting down in the shallow water, wiping his face again, this time feeling a cut in his hairline. It wasn’t too bad as far as he could tell, but he knew that head wounds bled a lot. “Baxter? Baxter?” He asked, whistling for his dog expecting the patter of dog feet as he rushed over to him. There was nothing though and he finally looked around at his surroundings, the color draining from his face. Half the forest was burning, the water’s edge of the severely receded. In fact, looking around, he was laying on the sand at the end of his dock where the water was now just lapping around him. The water level in the lake had dropped what… he looked up at the dock and stood up, using one of the support pillars to help himself up. It had gone down at least seven feet in what? He looked at his watch and tapped the glass cover. It had stopped working. He made his way shakily back up the wet sand, his feet shifting unsteadily under him. The deck itself led about fifteen feet into the water. On the other side he could see their boat laying there, well half of their boat. The top half seemed to be, well, gone and the interior was smoldering sending up thin ribbons of toxic smoke as the water resistant cushions burned. Holding a hand to his bleeding scalp he trudged towards the shore still expecting the water to come rushing back around him. The ocean receded like this every night but Deer Lake? He just didn’t understand what had happened. He found Baxter, well what was left of Baxter, at the edge of the shore, a large rock having landed on the dog crushing its head and half of its front shoulder. His stomach turned over as he looked at the dog, its intestines having shot out of its gut and over the sand like some over ripe squash that had been squeezed to hard. Tom turned, looking at the sky finally realizing that he was seeing far too well for being what was probably the dead of night. He couldn’t have been out that long. The sky, Jesus the sky was red… like it was on fire and his heart started to beat faster. Sophie… the kids… Tom tried to run but his legs were too shaky and he crashed down onto the rocks skinning his knee. Gasping for air, realizing how hot it was and how dry it was despite the heavily receded water line, he climbed back to his feet. He moved slower this time, watching where he was stepping and taking it as quickly as he could bring himself. It wasn’t an easy task however, the path that he’d been following now had large holes in it and there were burning rubble and trees scattered over it. Though he didn’t know what had happened, there was no denying that it had been bad. Very bad. For the life of him he couldn’t imagine what had happened but he picked up the pace a little bit as the path became more even. He didn’t push it though, he kept himself at a decent pace although all he wanted to do was run to the house. He lasted about fifteen minutes before throwing caution to the wind and running, his sense of balance restored. “Sophie! Soph!” He called coming to a full tilt run as he reached the end of the path and seeing what remained of his lake cabin. “Oh Jesus….” |
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| LadyRahl | Sep 24 2009, 11:54 PM Post #2 |
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****************************************************************** Dominica/Sam/Stu/Alex/Ames/David/Roza June 17, 2010 Las Vegas, Nevada ****************************************************************** “Dominica… Dom… wake up…” Dominica groaned, opening her eyes. “Sam?” She whispered, couching. “What happened?” “It hit,” Sam said ripping off a section of his shirt and wrapping it tightly around Dominica’s upper arm where there was a long gash, blood running down her skin smoothly. From it he pulled a large chunk of glass. “It almost got your artery,” he said. “You’re lucky… luckier than most.” He said turning his head and looking at what they could only assume was David’s body. It was wearing the same clothes that he was the last time that they had seen him though the upper half of his body had been destroyed. “The others,” she said. “Ames!” Amex moaned, digging himself out of the pile of rubble that he’d been partially buried under. “Jesus, fuck,” he groaned turning and grabbing an arm as it twitched beside him. The arm pulled out from under the rubble, with nothing else attached to it and Alex looked at the severed arm, blood dripping from the socket before dropping it, turning and vomiting violently on someone’s leg. Stu’s leg apparently because it retracted suddenly with a cry of disgust and Stu stat up, a thick layer of rubble falling from his face and chest and he coughed for air. “What the fuck? I mean I knew it would be bad but… damn…” “Will be okay,” a voice said behind them. “Just, relax.” “Alex?” Whispered a faint voice and the four of them turned around to see Roza and Ames beside the overturned truck that had broken down and caused them to stop as they’d been leaving town. “Ames,” Alex said falling to his knees beside his cousin. He looked down at Roza who was working feverishly on her left leg. It was gone, well most of it, severed by a large piece of metal that had once been connected to the truck. Blood was running quickly from the wound as Roza worked. “You’re going to be okay,” he said taking her hand. “Everything’s going to be fine,” he could feel the tears running down his face. “You’re a… horrible… liar,” she said with a smile giving his hand a weak squeeze. “Is she,” Dominica asked softly to Sam as they watched the crimson pool under her quickly growing. Sam shook his head. “The artery’s been severed,” he said softly. “There’s nothing she can do.” His gaze moved away from the gore, settling on the burning sky above them. How long was that going to last, he couldn’t help but wonder. They hadn’t been given a time when the asteroid was going to impact, maybe because the government couldn’t calculate it or maybe because they didn’t want more people to panic… though he didn’t see how that would be possible. Dominica tightened the bandage on her arm, her own gaze looking over the rubble of what had once been the great City of Las Vegas. Nothing had survived, none of the buildings and the ocean… she didn’t know how big the tidal waves had been but somehow it had worked its way over the mountains. She didn’t understand how that had happened, but it had. It was like, she turned looking west and gasped, seeing nothing but water. Thousands and thousands, no, millions of gallons of water and the edge of it… the edge of it ended no more than six feet from where Roza was frantically working on Ames. “You’re hurt,” Gareth said, limping on other to them, his left leg bleeding. “Oh my God,” Dom said turning. “Your leg,” “It’s just a scratch,” Gareth replied looking at the bloody bandage on her arm. The tree of them stood there trying to remember exactly what had happened. They’d been working on the broken down truck trying to get it running since there wasn’t enough room for everyone in Dominica’s car when the sky had suddenly lit up. Seconds later the air was filled with flying debris in winds that to that date, none had experienced. It had flipped the broken down truck like it had been made of paper. What building still remained standing were burning brightly and they could see sheets of glass in the sand now where the air had been so hot it had formed on its own. Dominica looked down at her clothing, and at the clothing of the others seeing burned holes in the fabric and realizing how lucky they had been. “What do we do?” Gareth asked. “Well we can’t stay here,” Dominica said softly, feeling sick that they were talking about this while Roza continued to work on Ames. “I’m going to find my son,” Sam said, his voice horse and he coughed, the hair hot, heavy and smoky around them. “I can’t go to Park City.” “But Sam,” Dominica said. “You guys okay?” Said a voice and the spun around to see Lieutenant Johnson standing behind them, looking dirty and wind-blown. “We’ve got some water if you,” “No! God no!” Alex cried. “Ames… come on sweetie, come on… oh God no this isn’t happening. Ames,” “I sorry,” Roza replied with a heavy sigh. “She’s gone, nothing I could do stopped the bleeding.” Alex bent over his cousin, tears running down his face as he held her now still form to his chest. “I’m so sorry,” he groaned. “I’m so, so sorry….” “I’m heading south,” Sam said. “I need to find my son.” “I’m sorry sir, but I can’t let you do that.” Johnson said. “You’re going to have to join our caravan heading up to Park City.” “No,” Sam said shaking his head. “I have to find my son and grandchildren.” “Sam,” Dominica said gently, touching his arm “if they’re alive, they’re going to head there, where we told them we were going. You’ll never find them on your own.” “But I have to try. God willing, I’ll find them.” “God willing,” Gareth replied “they’re still alive and heading to Park City. Dominica is right. It’s a big country,” “You don’t know the half of it bucko,” Sam shot. “Sam,” Dominica replied and Sam let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging as he looked at Dominica’s car. Outside of having a thick layer of ash on it, it appeared to have made it through the blast completely undamaged. “We need to stick together. So many dead,” she said after a few minutes of contemplative silence. Sam walked over to Dominica’s car, opening the trunk and digging into the bag he’d brought, pulling out the Bible he’d taken from the hotel and opening it, needing some comfort… and to say some words for the countless dead around the globe. ****************************************************************** Willow/Adam/Paul/Billie/Cat June 17, 2010 30 miles north of Springville, UT ****************************************************************** Adam dug furiously at the pile of rubble that covered his wife, his hands shaking and bleeding from several cuts on his hands. “Willow… Willow!” He screamed, his voice horse, and he coughed violently remembering what had happened, the burning sky, the sudden wind, the falling debris everywhere… he gasped, as he heard a cough and he found her leg. Grabbing it he threw his weight into it and pulled her out of the rubble. She wasn’t breathing and he fell to his knees beside her, beginning CPR frantically. “Come on baby, come on,” he said softly starting compressions. “One, two, three, four, five,” breath “one, two, three, four,” She coughed suddenly, spitting out a cloud of ash and debris that had filled her airwaves. Cat appeared out of nowhere, grabbing her shoulders and helping her sit up. “Oh thank God,” Adam said “thank God.” His head went to her shoulder, tears running down his face. “Adam?” She asked, her voice shaky and she coughed again. “The kids,” “DAAAAAAADYYYYYY” Lex screamed from where he’d been thrown under the bus. Little hands appeared, lit by the burning sky, from under the ash. “MOOOOMMMMMAA!” “Go,” she said pushing Adam’s shoulder away from her and Adam scrambled to the side of the bus, Cat with him. They could hear him screaming under the bus, crying desperately wanting his parents and they dug frantically calling out to him trying to calm him down. “Help me,” Adam said grabbing a large rock that had lodged itself in the earth, pressing into the side of the vehicle. Cat grabbed the bolder with him and together the two of them pried it backwards and it rolled down the smoldering hill beside the road where they’d come to rest. “Dude,” Cat said really wanting to say something more than that, but that was the only thing that would come out. “Dude,” he fell to the ground with Alex, both of them looking under the bus and seeing Lex laying there, covered in blood. “Oh man,” he said as Alex pulled his son free, seeing that the blood wasn’t Lex’s, but Billie’s who had been severed in two behind him. Maybe he had been shielding the boy, maybe it had been a fluke, there was no knowing but he was dead. A lot of people were dead. Inside the bus the two of them could hear something going on and turned to see Willow pushing open the door to the bus and climbing inside. Her legs were shaking but her maternal drive had taken over and seeing that Lex was safe, she had to check on Callie. Adam put his son on his hip and followed her quickly, stepping over Mike’s dead body, followed by Frank’s charred remains. “Don’t look baby,” he said, just don’t look. The two of them followed Willow up into the bus. “You should sit down,” he said looking at the bloody gash on the Willow’s back. “Willow, you’re hurt,” “Callie,” she said staggering to the door towards the room that the four of them had been sharing, where they’d left Callie asleep in her crib. They walked through the doorway to see Sam ripping a long metal bar out of Paul’s back that had come through the window, carried by the force of the blow. They’d stopped reluctantly as the traffic had come to a stop outside of the city. Horns had been honking, people yelling at others to move out of the way, though there was nowhere to move and after an hour of sitting still, they’d decided to step outside of the bus for a big of fresh air. That’s when it had hit. They’d looked up to see the sky starting to burn and seconds later the wind had hit, cars had flipped off the road, gas tanks had erupted in flames, trees and grass had started to burn. “OH GODS!” Willow cried as Sam pulled the bar free. It had gone down into the crib and her baby… Sam pulled Paul off of the crib onto the bed working frantically on him, trying to save his life and she reached down into the crib as a high pitched scream came to their ears. Callie, now wide awake and covered in blood, was perfectly fine thanks to Paul who had thrown his own body over the crib, saving the infant from being run through, taking the blow himself. “Paul,” she said turning. “Callie,” Paul managed to say, blood coming from his lips as he coughed, his chest making a sick bubbling noise. “She’s okay man,” Adam said sitting down on the bed beside his friend. “You did good.” His hand rubbed Lex’s back gently, Lex’s face pressed into his neck as he cried. He reached down, taking Paul’s hand as he took his last shuddering breath and passing into the great beyond. “I’m sorry,” Sam said wiping his hands on his pants. “There’s nothing I could have done.” “Get him out of here,” Willow said going to the bathroom and setting the crying Callie in the tub. She then took Lex from Adam and put him in there as well, closing the door behind her. “I’m going to try to get them back to bed.” Adam nodded, seeing that she needed to do this. She needed to clean, bathe and take care of the kids. “We’ll check for survivors,” he said standing up and taking Paul’s arms, Cat taking his legs. “Start the burials,” he said thinking of the shovels that had been stored up by the driver’s seat of the van. “Go on,” Willow said looking at Sam. “Help them, I’ve got the kids,” she said, her voice shaking and she coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of pasty ash into her hands. She dropped the mass into the small trash can. “We’ll be fine, just fine, I’ll come and help when they’re sleeping.” She turned to the small closet and pulled out some clean rags and other supplies before ripping the bloody sheets off the bed. Sam turned and followed Adam and Cat out as she flipped over the blood stained mattress and began to remake the bed with the second set of sheets. “What about the traffic jam?” Cat asked as they set down Paul’s body down beside what remained of Mike. “We’re not that far from Park City, right?” “Yeah,” he replied. “I asked the guy at the gas station, it’s a little over an hour away.” He sighed, turning to look at the mess on the road ahead of them. They could hear people screaming in pain, crying out for loved ones that had been lost… cars had been overturned… it was carnage and yet their bus had remained standing. Somehow, the biggest and clunkiest vehicle on the road had managed to remain mostly unmarked by the event. Adam licked his lips. “We’re going to need to fortify the bus front a little,” he said. “God, I feel like an ass but we’re going to have to push some other cars out of the way if we’re going to make it with the bus.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and looked at Cat and then Sam. “First though,” “We should help who we can,” Cat said with a nod. “Make a convoy with other survivors. Safety in numbers man.” “Safety in,” Adam asked shaking his head. “Man, it’s Armageddon. People go fucking coo-coo for cocoa puffs in times like this. You remember Mad Max and all that?” Cat replied. “If it hasn’t already happened, it will.” He said. “Human nature and all that.” “Fuck,” Adam said with a sigh knowing that Cat was right. “Let’s get started. The sooner we’re done, the sooner we can get moving.” ****************************************************************** Zeke/Ruben/Nate/Seely/Lila/Misty/Marie June 17, 2010 Ankeny, Iowa ****************************************************************** “Is it over?” Ruben asked releasing Zeke. “I think so,” Zeke replied standing up, the puppies looking at the two of them from where they were huddled beside them in a little fluffy mass. “It’s quiet… I mean it’s still windy but it’s quiet.” He looked at Ruben. “We should see what’s left standing, if anyone’s hurt.” “We should check out the house too,” Ruben said. “There’s no knowing the damage that was done to it.” “Probably a few shingles missing,” Zeke replied pulling out his mobile and then tossing it to the floor. “No signal at all, all of the satellites and towers are probably destroyed. It looks like we’ll have to resort to short wave radio bands and maybe local radio if any of that survived.” Ruben stood up, “you guys stay down here.” He said looking at the puppies who looked at him as though he was insane for wanting to leave the safety of the basement. It had been without a doubt, the most terrifying moment of his life, and he knew that it had been for Zeke as well. They hadn’t seen the sky turning red and starting to burn, they had seen the winds ripping homes down or the trees burning thanks to the intense heat. Zeke had simply gathered up the puppies about five minutes before it had hit and brought them and Ruben down to the basement where they’d waited. “What about your friend?” He asked, following Zeke through the small walkway through the supplies towards the stairs. “We should check on her.” He wanted to try reaching his family again, he wanted to do that desperately but he knew it would be futile, as would getting in a car to go and find them. The roads would be blocked everywhere, there’d be no power to pump gas in most places (or at least he assumed), and no way to reach them. The safe thing, the smart thing, was to stay here and rebuild and he knew that. “We will,” he said climbing the stairs, Ruben behind him. They came out of the doorway to see the house still standing around them and they quickly checked it out. The only damage that they found were in fact, a few missing shingles over the garage and a cracked window. Other than that, the townhouse had remained unscathed. The two of them counted their blessings as Zeke unlocked the front door and they stepped outside, seeing the red sky above them. The mailboxes across the street were a twisted mass of metal now, and the three of the buildings in the complex were completely destroyed. Most of them though remained standing which they both found surprising. “Help! Help us!” Called a voice from across the street and Zeke and Ruben looked at each other for a moment. Ruben went running towards the screaming voices as Zeke ducked back inside the house to get something, what Ruben didn’t know. “Someone!” “I’m here!” Ruben called running across the street to the pond. The singed grass crunched under his feet and he came to a halt beside the pond to see three women in it covered in mud and water. The fountain in the center of the pond was still working, though intermediately at this point. “Come on,” he said holding out his hand. The hill was steep, steeper than he had thought and as he reached forward he could feel his feet starting to slide out from under him. “Take this,” Zeke said coming up to Ruben and tossing them a length of rope. “Help me tie this around the mail boxes, you used to be a boy scout right?” He asked with a half smile. “Eagle Scout,” Ruben said with a laugh helping him tie the rope securely. “You?” “Never did Scouts,” Zeke said wiping his hands on his jeans. “For obvious reasons.” The two men ran back over to the edge of the hill where the girls were pulling themselves up out of the thick mud, their feet sliding out from under them making it a very difficult and arduous journey. Both Zeke and Ruben stood back safely secure on the flat earth and helping them all when they got close enough. If they got to close to the edge, they’d fall in as well which wasn’t going to do anyone any good. “I’m Misty,” the blonde said, the first to come up. “Thanks.” “I’m Ruben,” he said shaking her hand “and that’s Zeke.” “Well thanks for helping us,” she said as “This is my girlfriend, Bridgette,” she said as Zeke helped Bridgette onto the grass “and that’s Marie. We came from Chicago.” “Who’s that?” Ruben asked to a forth woman who was floating in the pond, well half of a girl. The top half seemed to be missing and he looked at the far end of the pond, seeing what he assumed was the charred front half of the body. His hand went to his mouth as his stomach turned over when he realized that the scent of cooking meat that was hanging in the air was probably more human than anything else. “Her name was Lila,” Misty said. “We found her about six hours ago and gave her a ride. She was, she was the last one out of the car when the sky lit up. We didn’t know what to do, so we just though the pond, water… and with the fire coming…” “It was probably the best thing you could have done.” Ruben replied looking at the singed grass around them. “We’re over there, in that one… 1404.” He gave her a half smile seeing the surprise on her face at the fact that it was mainly unscathed. “Go on in,” Zeke said. “But you don’t know us,” Misty replied. “No,” he said “but you need to stay with us.” “Don’t ask,” Ruben said with a shake of his head. “He just… knows things. Come on, I’ll show you inside. Then we need to go look for other survivors.” “We’ll help you look,” Misty said. “We can bathe later. We’re already dirty,” she said with a shrug. Marie screamed suddenly, staggering backwards away from three bodies that were laying on the grass on the curb. Each one held a gun, and they could see the charred remains of a badge where they could only make out S---- B----. So was the final resting places of Nate Winters, Seeley Booth and Alberto Sanchez… all caught in the initial blast and charred to a crisp. She collapsed on the ground and Bridgette was barely able to catch her. “We’ll help you get her inside,” Ruben replied. “Then we can go help out.” ~~~~End Scene~~~~ Edited by LadyRahl, Sep 25 2009, 12:36 AM.
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| LadyRahl | Sep 24 2009, 11:57 PM Post #3 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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Mod Note: Okay… so the asteroid has landed and the Earth shall never be the same. For those of you NOT paying attention and reading the entire scene and JUST looking for your own characters… you have 48 hours game time to help others and get to where you need to get to. I would VERY much like for the Adam’s group and Dom’s group to meet up in Park City before the next scene. As for anything else I want to say… people are dead, things are burning, there’s wounded out there to save… and just… loads of nice stuff to do. If you can’t think of anything, ask me and I’ll help but don’t expect much because there should be a plethora of things to do between now and the next scene. Don’t fuck this up. I killed 7 people this scene. Just keep that in mind. Any questions, see me. R.I.P. Ames Castle Seeley Booth David Viljoen Nate Winters Lila Howard Paul Matthews Billie Joe Armstead And probably about 6 billion other people as well. If you need visual reference, use this link. I used to have a better link for another video that I liked better but I didn’t save this one. So just imagine something close to this. P.S. Posting has been a bit slow as of late. (I'm saying that the NICE way.) Do pick it up or we might have a rather... abrupt ending to the game. Consider yourself warned. Edited by LadyRahl, Sep 25 2009, 12:15 AM.
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| Cale Raizer | Sep 25 2009, 02:14 AM Post #4 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Looking back on it later, Misty found she had almost no recollection of the actual impact. The new girl they picked up, Lila, was wedged in the back seat, next to Goliath, who kept trying to lick her face. Lila hadnt said much, something about her freind being hit by a train, and the other women hadn't pressed the issue. Misty had been driving, her heart pounding nervousley. They were still a long ways away from the safehouses, and the President had said the asteroid was supposed to hit today. She had quietly asked Bridgette to keep her eyes on the sky, just in case. Not that Misty thought it would help, but she at least wanted to have the option of ducking and covering before the rock hit. She had been pushing the speed limit, not afraid of getting pulled over, but afraidof running over a freaked out survivor who would run right in front of her truck without warning. The street was largely deserted, however, just a few parked cars, most with shattered windows, were looters had broken in. "Hey, look over there," Misty said suddenly, pointing from the back seat. Misty followed her finger, and saw three human sized shapes standing around a truck. The hood of the truck was popped open, and one of the men was head first in the engine, apparently trying to fix it. Misty saw that one of the men was wearing a policemans uniform. "They must be having car trouble," Lila said, staring out the window, "what do we do?" Misty went thru an inner argument. On the one hand, they really didn't have time to stop if they had any hope of making it to the shelters in time. But, on the other hand, Misty was realizing with an almost fatalistic resignation, that they probably wouldnt make it to the shelter in time, and that they would likely die when the asteroid hit. She felt the others knew that, too, and she knew that if she was going to die, she'd rather die knowing that she made an effort to help those in need, rather then running toward a small shred of survival for herself. Decision made. She pulled up alongside the men, faltering a bit to see that they were all armed, and looking at the approaching truck warily. Misty rolled down the window, trying to keep a suddenly excited Goliath from lunging out of the window. "Need a hand?" Misty called, looking at each of the three men in turn. They looked at each other, as if searching for a group concensus, before nodding. "Sure," The Hispanic looking one said, tucking his pistol into his belt. "You know anything about cars, gorgeous?" Actually, Misty knew dick about cars, but Bridgette had worked at a gas station, and had picked up a few tips along the way. Misty turned, seeing Lila and Marie stepping out of the truck, Goliath straining against a makeshift leash wrapped around Marie's wrist. "Bridgette!" Misty called, looking toward her girlfreind, seeing her half way out of the truck... And staring at the sky, her eyes wide, jaw hanging open. "Holy shit." She breathed, her face going pale, and Misty's heart plummeted to her knees. She could see it now, a massive ball of fire in the sky, and Misty could feel the heat, shimmering off of it, feeling like the sun had moved closer to the Earth. Marie said something in French that sounded very much like a curse, and Misty's mind was racing. They had to find cover, a low spot, lie down flat, so the shockwave didn't snap them like twigs.... There, across the street, a pond, set low in a wall of earth. "Get to the pond!" Misty shouted, running past Bridgette, grabbing her arm, pulling her along. "The pond! C'mon!" She shouted for the three mens benefit, but they didn't seem to hear her, apparently too entranced by the sight of the asteroid. Marie and Lila were already ahead of her, sliding down the hill, spalshing into a pond. Misty was distressed to see thta Goliath had taken off, but she saw a low dark shape run into a nearby building. Misty hoped it was Goliath, and that he would be safe. Misty slipped going down the hill, dragging Bridgette with her, and they rolled into the pond water, the water shockingly warm. Thankfully, the water wasn't deep, it took some craning of the neck, but Misty could lie on her stomach and keep her face above the water line. "Lie down as flat as you can!" Misty hollered, suiting action to words. She could feel the earth rumbling, even though the asteroid had hit thousands of miles away. It was here that Misty's memories started to fail her, leaving her with only the base memories of what had happened next. Fire, the ground shaking, Lila, Lila sobbing, babbling incoherently, rising to her feet, Bridgette yelling for her to get back down.... Lila's upper body had caught flame, searing away the flesh from her bones in a matter of seconds. She had screamed, a high pitched scream of pure agony, that was mercifully silenced as a lone shingle had ripped into her midsection, slicing the woman in half. Misty must have blacked out, because the next thing she remembered was getting up, covered in mud, Bridgette and Marie staggering to their feet next to her. Misty remembered the rest, the two men, Ruben and Zeke pulling them out, Marie screaming at the sight of the three men they had tried to help, all burnt to a crisp, Lila's bisected body floating in the water of the pond. Misty knew that in the past five minutes, well over 6 billion people had just perished, all those lives whiped out in a matter of moments, but she couldnt let the full enormity of that settle on her shoulders, her mind simply wouldnt let her. She helped support a bitterly crying Marie, her on one side, Zeke on the other, making for one of the taller buildings. To Misty's surprise, much of the housing complex was undamaged, there were a few destroyed buildings, but for the most part, everything else was still standing.. "What did they make these buildings out of, adamantium?" Misty wondered aloud. Zeke chuckled, "Either that or lead paint." Misty giggled, suddenly glad, for reasons she couldnt say, that she had hooked up with this man. Anyone who could trade jokes after something so horrific must have a strong mental character. The building seemed to be an apartment building of sorts, and she and Zeke led Marie into one of the rooms, setting her down on the bed. Marie's eyes were red, and tears flowed down her cheeks, cutting a path through the grime that covered face. "Should we leave her alone like this?" Zeke whispered, too low for Marie to hear. Misty shook her head, "No, I don't think so. I'll watch her." "I got her," Bridgette said, coming into the room, carrying a box, which seemed to be full of something, "Hey, uh, Zeke? Ruben said he needed your help if you were finished. I think he wants to turn your place into homebase for now, until we plan our next step." "Smart guy." Misty said, "He always come up with ideas like this?" Zeke blushed, "I don't know, I actually havnt known him that long." He admitted, seeming embarrased for some reason, and Misty knew why. He's gay. They both are, she thought. Being bisexual herself, she had always been good at reading stuff like that. Some people called it Gaydar, but whatever it was, she had it. Leaving Bridgette with Marie, but not before giving Bridgette a consoling hand on the shoulder, Misty followed Zeke outside, taking in the devastated landscape. Though the buildings were fairly undamaged, the ecology hadn't fared as well. Most of the trees were blackened charred stumbs, and the grass was brown, were it wasn't scorched completely. Ruben was nearby, sifting thru the ruins of one of the destroyed buildings. He looked up as the two of them approached, "Good. I figured we can hole up here for a bit, gather ourselves, find supplies, rest up, before we plot out our next move." "We had some supplies in our truck," Misty said, "But I can't seem to find it...oh." She saw her truck, standing by the side of the road. It still looked surprisingly good, considering,. Most of the paint wa sstripped off, and all the tires had exploded, and some of the windows were smashed in. Zeke rubbed his chin, "We can probably find some spares, somewere. We can get her running again." "It's not hugely important," Misty said, "But all of our supplies are gone, it looks like." "We actually have a whole stockpile of supplies in our basement," Ruben said, "Enough to last us a good long time." Misty nodded, "That'll save us the trouble of eating each other for a while." Before either of the men could respond, they heard a low whimpering. Off to the side, emerging from one of the still standing buildings, Goliath came limping out, his left front leg awash with blood. "Goliath!" Misty cried, hurrying forward, burying her face in the dogs neck, happy beyond words that he hwas ok. She looked at his leg, finding a shallow but long gash on it. "That reminds me, Zeke, we gotta pick up our babies, too." Ruben said, "We'll be right back, Misty." The two men walked back into their miracolously standing house, and after a few minutes, Misty walked back into the apartment building. She found a seperate room, and sat down on the bed, tearing off a strip of the blanket, and used it to patch up Goliath as best s he could. Upon examining herself, she didn't find any major wounds, justa few cuts and bruises, in all, she'd gotten off lucky. The rest of the world, though.... Misty didn't want to dwell on that, not now. She would go back outside, and wait for Ruben and Zeke to find their 'children', and then they would see about what they would do next. Edited by Cale Raizer, Sep 25 2009, 12:15 PM.
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"Alright, I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!" | |
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| mdnjr70 | Sep 25 2009, 01:50 PM Post #5 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Rubén/Zeke/Misty – Fallout “I don’t think they want to go upstairs.” Rubén said looking at the puppies curled together in a little fuzzy mass, Zeke had brought their little pen down to the corner of the basement and they were still quivering. “What do we do?” Rubén said looking at them. “Well they’re safe here so we can leave them. Let me fill their food and water dish. Then let’s go and check on the others. I want to see if Amanda is ok too. The Government listed Ankeny as a safe place and other then the few scorched trees and grass things seem alright, so they are going to be setting up emergency services.” Zeke said, he knew the area far better then Rubén did, really all Rubén only knew was the townhouse, which wasn’t even his, he was still a guest. His mind was swimming they had survived all of them and not just them but others: Misty, Bridgette, Maria, there would be others, maybe his family and friends. There was hope, thank God there was hope. “Hey you ok?” Zeke said touching his arm Rubén looked at him, it happened quickly and without thought, Rubén took Zeke and wrapped his arms around him and held him their lips meeting and Rubén kissed him, he was overcome with happiness, they lived, they were alive and there would be others, they could rebuild, they could help people there was hope and Zeke knew, he knew to stockpile supplies, he knew they would be fine, he knew when to go down to the basement, he knew. He felt Zeke’s soft lips kiss him back, it wasn’t forced or lustful, it was pure simple compassion and love. Rubén didn’t know how long they kissed or held each other, but it was only broken when he pulled his face away, there was fear in a small part of his mind, but he couldn’t stop the words, “I love you, Zeke. God I love you and I so happy I found you.” He leaned in to kiss him again overcome with emotion. The words fell out of his mouth and he couldn’t stop them, he wanted to he wanted to close his mouth right when the words fell out. Finally Rubén stood back and looked at Zeke, he couldn’t read his expression. His senses started coming back to him, he had been overcome with happiness and joy, but the kiss and the words; it was a mistake. What was he saying he didn’t know this guy, it was crazy and his rational mind was pointing it all out to him now. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” Rubén took another stumbling step back from Zeke almost like he was on fire. “I’m sorry. God I’m so sorry. I. You’ve been so nice to me, and I. God I’m so sorry.” Rubén licked his lips and looked to the stairs, “I should. I mean. I really.” He rushed passed Zeke leaving him standing there. He didn’t see any of the others as he walked back outside looking around how long had it been minutes sense the event, or was it longer, time had no meaning for him when he was with Zeke, when he was with Zeke it was just them and nothing else, nothing else but peace and he may have just ruined it, “Hey you alright.” He heard a female voice from behind him, he turned it was Misty she was walking up to him, “I wanted to thank you about letting us crash here. You and your partner…” Rubén shot her a look, “he’s not my partner! I barely know him, he…I’m…we are not.” Rubén was flustered how could she say such a thing, they were, what were they. They barely knew one another. Misty held up her hands, “Woo, hold up Chief. It’s all good.” Rubén looked off at the pond seeing the fountain work off and on. He didn’t want to talk about this not with a stranger, even if Zeke knew they needed to stay together, he still didn’t know her. “It looks like there is still running water and power.” Misty looked at the fountain seeing this guy didn’t want to talk about whatever was on his mind, “I guess, I wonder for how long?” Rubén shook his head. “I don’t know, but it’s something, gives us some hope.” They heard the rotors before they saw the chopper in the sky, “Emergency shelters, hot food and medical assistance can be found at the recreation field at the corner of 18th Street and Ash Street, if you have any medical, fire, military or police training volunteers are needed.” The voice said as it flew over. They both looked up at the chopper luckily it wasn’t paying any attention to them; it was an announcement to get peoples attention and to direct them where to go. “It looks funny to see it in the red sky doesn’t it?” Rubén said watching it fly off. “They must have been prepared.” Misty said thinking about all the reports telling people where to head and where to go, “This was the closet place we knew to head to that’s why we came,” She saw the few dead bodies around, “god all the people.” “Yep, it’s going to get bad, but considering the shape things are in, I think we got lucky. Very lucky, I couldn’t imagine what it was like closer to the blast zone.” Rubén looked at the townhouse, “I mean Zeke’s townhouse, God was really watching out for him.” Rubén said with a smile, how lucky was he to find Zeke he could feel his heart ache. “About that all those supplies, every room filled with food and water, how?” Misty said and Rubén sighed, “he doesn’t know, he just had a gut feeling telling him to start stocking up. He filled his basement, garage, everyone room filled with supplies; food, water, medical supplies, batteries, you name it he has it, it must have cost him a fortune. But the really strange part.” Rubén said licking his lips and continued, “He’s not the only one, he has a friend Amanda, he said she was doing the same thing. I don’t get it, how did they know?” Rubén looked around, “Misty I don’t think Zeke and this Amanda person were the only ones, what if, god this sounds insane, but what if God somehow told them, maybe a dream or something, but what if God was looking out for people?” Misty shuddered at the thought, “You mean like in The Stand?” Rubén nodded, “Maybe? I know it sounds nutty, but couldn’t it be possible, that someone they were touched or warned or something, heck I’ll even go with psychic premonitions; I’m easy at this point.” “Never cheap but easy; right?” Misty said with a quick smile. Rubén couldn’t help but smile at the play on words. It was too much to think about for either of them really, Misty didn’t say anything and they were quiet Rubén kept thinking who knew at this point they were alive and there were others and somehow Zeke knew minutes before they were hit by the blast to get him and puppies into the basement where it would be safe, where Rubén would hold him and not let go, not until it was either all over or safe. It was all incredible Rubén thought looking around, the neighborhood and the house almost completely untouched. “We should take care of these bodies don’t you think?” Misty said taking a heavy gulp. Rubén nodded coming out of his thoughts, “we’re going to find a lot of them, let’s get some tarps and gloves, I saw some back in the house, the garage I believe, because I have no intention of touching anything dead with my bare hands.” Rubén said looking back at the townhouse. It looked almost perfect just for the red sky and a little damage and a few scorch marks. God had saved them, but why? |
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| njsmostwanted651 | Sep 25 2009, 04:08 PM Post #6 |
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You can be the sinner and I'll be the sin
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Roza winced as she slowly pulled the soldier's pant leg up to reveal a deep gash in his leg. He looked down as well and chuckled. "Mother fucker. I always thought it would be a bullet to tag me. Not a rusty ass piece of metal." He said looking up at Roza, who gave no response. She opened her quickly dwindling medical supplies and pulled out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and started unscrewing the cap. "It will hurt." She warned while setting the cap on the floor next to her. "Don't worry." He responded in a masculine voice. Roza nodded and slowly poured the liquid on his open would, making him yelp out in pain. "Shit!" He cried out, retracting his leg. This almost made her drop the bottle. "Careful!" She called out quickly and screwed the cap back on before another close call was possible. She put the bottle back into it's spot and grabbed the last of the medical bandages and wrapped his leg tight enough to stop the bleeding, but not too tight so it was uncomfortable. She has practiced wrapping her arm many times to get it down just perfectly while she was in school. Roza tied the bandage into a neat knot on the back of his leg and pulled the leg of his BDU pants back down. "Do not put pressure on leg when you walk." She advised as she put the empty roll of bandages back into the kit. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks Doc." He said as he attempted to stand up, but ended up falling when the pain stung at him. "I said no pressure on leg!" She said and slung his arm over her shoulder and assisted him in standing. "Thanks again." The soldier began to limp away, but turned around. "Shit. Can you get my rifle for me? It's on the ground over there." He asked. Roza looked to where he was pointing, seeing the quite large rifle leaning against a pile of rubble. "No." She said, shaking her head. The soldier looked at her oddly, then proceeded to pick it up himself. "Um..Right." He said and limped off, using his rifle to help him balance. Roza was never very fond of guns. She never had a personal bad experience with them, but they just never brought any good. Every time one was present, someone would end up dying. She couldn't understand how anyone could like anything that can kill, especially something that can do it with so much ease. Why should taking a life be as easy as pressing a button? She sighed and looked down at her ruined Chargers jersey. It's white surface was covered with grime and blood, and what made it worse that it was not her blood. She worked on so many people since she woke up that she stopped counting at ten. She didn't want to be reminded of how many people died while she was bandaging a severed artery. Much like that girl, Ames. She was such a nice girl. Someone she could see herself getting along with. Trying to save someone she knew was going to die was much more difficult to deal with when a sobbing family member was next to her. She quickly pulled off the jersey, leaving her in a black tank top. She threw it into the encasing ocean water, not wanting to be reminded of the deceased anymore than she had to. "You holding up ok?" A voice asked behind her. Roza looked over her shoulder and spotted Dominica strolling over. She leaned over the rail with next to her and stared out into the overwhelming amount of water. Roza nodded. "Yes." "I wish the others felt the same. Sam's talking about leaving to find his son, and Alex...I don't know about Alex. He hasn't been talking to anyone since...You know." Roza took a moment to process what she was being told, then responded, "Mhm. Will Sam go?" Dominica shrugged. "Not likely. He hasn't said anything official, but I think he'll stay with us." "Where are we going to? We can not stay here for long time." Roza asked. "Well nobody's in the mood for a discussion at the moment. Believe me I tried. But we may follow the soldiers. Or we may not. We need to wait until the others are ready to talk about it." Dominica answered. Roza nodded, drifting off into thoughts about her family out East. She really hoped they made it somewhere safe. |
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| mdnjr70 | Sep 25 2009, 05:52 PM Post #7 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Domenica/Roza – Garbage Domenica looked out at the water; would it reseed or was this going to be the new West Coast, the ocean had come in 260 miles over mountains, washing away or covering what was once Southern California. She shuddered at the thought, she had no idea what lay ahead of them, the sky was red and still warm, it must be burning still, she wondered what the dust cloud would be like and how long that would last, how many years? Would there be enough fresh food and water for those that lived through the impact to survive. She wanted to run and hide under a bed and pretend this was a bad dream, but this wasn’t a dream or a nightmare, there would be no waking up from this it was as real as it got and they survived. “How your arm?” Roza said looking at her then turned to look at her arm. Domenica looked down at it Sam’s bandage still there, part of his shirt he ripped his shirt to bandage her arm, “I’m not sure. It doesn’t hurt, or maybe I’m too num to notice.” Domenica said with a smile. Roza looked at her, “let me check.” Domenica nodded and sat down on the ground seeing all the paper and general junk everywhere, it was parts of buildings, papers from offices and files and desk, there was litter and trash everywhere, it was a mess. Roza knelt next to her and pulled the trauma kit closer to her, “there is another one in my car, when this one runs out and we got all that stuff at the pharmacy back in LA before we left, I know it isn’t going to last forever, but we should be good for a while.” Domenica said not watching as Roza rummaged through her kit, “I need to stitch, can you handle pain?” Domenica looked at her, “um…do I have a choice?” Roza shook her head quickly, “I need to save topical for more serious, only 2 or 3 stitches.” Domenica bit down on her lip she didn’t like the idea of being stitched up without something to take the edge off, but what choice was there, “OK.” She started clicking her nails on her good hand and arm as Roza took off the makeshift bandage inspecting the wound, making sure it was clean and nothing was lodged in it. Domenica decided she needed the distraction and started rambling taking about anything that came to her mind, “you know in high school I was a cheerleader, it was funny you know. I mean everyone thought I was this snob at first but once they got to know me.” Domenica looked off at the people working to free trapped or dead people and continued talking, it as so messy and they were just throwing stuff everywhere, “I bet you were really popular in school…” Domenica stopped took a very deep breath wanting to scream as she felt the needle, she exhaled and continued. “I bet you where really smart and had guys asking you out all the time.” Roza didn’t respond and kept working. Domenica watched what was happening around her making sure to not look at what Roza was doing, “I’m so happy we all stuck together, I’m not sure I could have done this on my own.” Domenica said taking another deep breath feeling what must have been a foot long needle stitching her skin back together, she exhaled and tried to speak again, “It’s funny how things work out who we ended up with, I mean all the loss…” She stopped talking and let out a gasp, whatever just happened really hurt, she caught sight of Gareth, Sam and Alex. Gareth was so nice and charming, she really liked him. “You know when I was hurt as a girl my mom she would always make me a glass of warm milt afterwards, to help….” She stopped again, was Roza deciding to make her a pin cushion for foot long pins, god this hurt, hurt worst then anything. “Ok that really hurt.” Domenica said still not looking her tone not friendly at all. “Sorry.” Roza said and continued working on her arm “Did your mom do special things like that for you when you were little?” Domenica said thinking of her mother and father, had they made it? Had they gotten at least this far, what about her brother and sister and there was no way to check they would just have to travel to Park City, she felt the keys in her pocket, no one was getting her keys, it was her car, as dirty as all get up, but it was hers and she would make sure they would get there. Sam would find his son and she would find her family, they would all be in Park City and it would be clean and covered in trash. “All mothers do.” Roza said wrapping the wound pulling Domenica out of her haze. “I’m finished now, you can look.” Domenica looked at the bandage. “I only have very little left, we need to fill up the trauma kit and we should go help the others, if there is Aspirin take that for pain.” Domenica looked around who knew how many people still needed help and in this filth it was going to make it even harder for people to stay healthy, “Thank you Roza.” Roza stood up, “what is cheerleader, like girl on Heroes?” Domenica smiled standing up picking up the used shirt bandage from her arm, that Roza had left on the ground the least she could do is dispose of it properly, “Yes, something like that, but I didn’t have super powers.” Roza nodded looking at the used bandage, “just toss it I can’t use it again.” She said not giving it any thought. Domenica frowned, “I can’t just toss it, the least I can do is throw it away properly.” Roza looked at her as if she was insane, but she saw the look on Domenica’s face there was no point in arguing with her, shook struck people differently and if throwing away a used dressing helped Domenica deal with what was happening around her then it wasn’t for her to try and stop her she just needed to watch her, they were all going to have to make sure she was alright. Domenica looked around and walked over to an overturned garbage can, it was all but smashed and bent, but it stood when Domenica turned it up right. She put it right side up and tossed the used bandage in. This action was not lost on Gareth, Sam or Alex who where near by doing various things. Roza walked over to her, “Domenica, I need to check bandage and wound later. I think you need to rest right now.” Domenica turned to her smiling, “Alrighty, let me just tidy things up fist.” She looked at some of the other general garage that was lying around and she started picking it up and putting it in the rubbish bin as well. They all gave her a worried look as she continued to clean up the general area. |
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| WeBandOfBuggered | Sep 25 2009, 10:35 PM Post #8 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Alex/Dom/Roza/Sam - Hurting Numbness. That’s all Alex felt: an almost overwhelming numbness. His cousin was gone and there wasn’t a Goddamn thing he could do about it. He placed two quarters over eyes, and looked around. Nearby, he could see Roza working on some of the injured and was vaguely aware of Sam and Domenica pulling him away from Ames’ body. Over the next several hours, loading various vehicles with supplies and consulting with a few remaining survivors. Despite the loss of Ames, Alex was glad to at least have Sam, Dom and Roza with him. He worked through the rubble, attempting to ignore the dull ache in the back of his head, a migraine, he figured. He’d had them before during high stress situations; the trial the year before had been brutal, he spent most of it feeling like his head was about to burst like an overripe melon. He was starting to get that same feeling now but knew that he had to fight through it. As he found corpses, he searched their pockets and his own for various coins to place over their eyes. As he moved, he registered blurring in his vision. He wrote it off as the migraine, but felt something oozing. He raised his hand to his head and found a gash near his temple. One pile of rubble yielded only corpses and mangled cars. He moved to a new pile and sifted through that one; it was far smaller mainly consisting of wood. Underneath it, he found Leo Van Dyke. Alex bent over his friend and placed his ear next to the man’s slack mouth. He could hear faint breathing. “Roza! We’ve got a live one here!” His voice was horse, but it was enough. Roza came dashing over to where Alex hunkered down. “This is your friend, isn’t it?” “Yeah,” Alex said. “Jesus...where’d the kid go?” “Dunno. I saw him in the truck while your friend here was getting some more supplies, when things went to Hell, I saw him run. Lost track in the chaos.” “Shit,” Alex sighed under his breath. He stood up, “look, I’m gonna go look for the kid. You mind taking care of Leo?” Roza nodded, “sure. No problem. He looks okay to be honest, just bruised up.” Alex nodded his thanks and worked his way deeper into the destroyed city. Passing a shell of a police barracks, he entered on a whim. He found a few discarded pistols and some clips, but he wasn’t there for that. In the area behind the counter, he found what he came for: walkie-talkies. He pulled seven of them off their charging basses and clipped them all to his belt. He figured seven would be fine, there were enough others for about four cars. He grabbed and eight to be on the safe side: each car could have two, so there was a backup in the event of batteries dying or one of them getting lost or breaking. He exited the station and sorted through more debris, finding no traces of survivors. He was about to give up when he heard a female voice. “Hey! Over here!” Alex turned to the voice. It was a woman around his age; standing in the doorway of a McDonald’s. Alex crossed the street. “You okay ma’am?” “Just fine,” she said. “Terry Owens.” She had blonde hair, green eyes and deep gash along her right arm. “Charmed. I’m Alex Castle.” “I figured as much, my new friend here only talks about meeting you and wondering where his uncle is.” Dominic Van Dyke stepped out of the shadows. Aside from his glasses being broken and a deep gash along his left cheek, the kid looked fine. “Mr. Castle!” “Yup, I’m just fine kiddo.” “You seen my uncle?” “Yeah, he’s back the cars. Little banged up but looks none the worse for wear. C’mon. We should head back, see how they’re all doing.” The others nodded their agreement and followed Alex back to the small collection of cars. There were ten people in total: Stu; Roza; Sam; Domenica; Leo, now conscious and embracing his nephew; Dominic, ecstatic to see his uncle alive; Terry; a teenager named Pete with his older sister, Mary and Alex himself. There were also the remaining soldiers and people form the first convoy, but they were searching for survivors elsewhere. The additionally had a four cars in total: the Escape; Leo’s F150; Mary’s Chevy Tahoe and a blue Toyota 4Runner. Alex handed out the various walkie talkies, one to each driver. Then Sam gathered them around. “This appears to be everyone, so I’m just going to say it: I’m going to Park City, Utah to meet up with my son and his wife. Domenica is also going there to meet with her family. Any of you who wish to come with us are more than welcome. Those who don’t: it’s been good knowing you and may God help you in this time of need.” Alex shrugged, “I’ll come. Not like I’ve got a reason to stick around here now.” His voice caught in his throat and tears burned his eyes. Domenica moved from next to Sam and embraced Alex, tears now openly streaming. Roza and Stu both nodded; confirming their presence. Mary and Pete discussed it briefly before they too agreed. “Why the hell not? Safety in numbers,” Terry said. The group looked over at Leo and Dominic. “Alex, c’mon man. The shit we’ve been through together. You know I’ll throw my lot in with you any day of the week.” “Good,” Sam said. “That’s settled then. I was also thinking I would say a prayer, the Our Father, if no one has any objections.” He glanced at Alex as he said that. “No objections, Sam. I may’ve been performing a Pagan ritual, but I got no objections to your prayers.” Sam nodded as Roza took his hand. Stu followed her lead, taking her hand and Pete’s; Pete took Mary’s hand next; she took Leo’s; he took Dominic’s; Dominic took Terry’s; Terry took Alex’s; Alex took Domenica’s, who then competed the circle, taking Sam’s other hand. Sam began: “Our Father, who art in Heaven. Hallowed be thy name.” As he continued, the others joined in with him. “Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. The others trailed off as Alex and Sam completed the prayer: “For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory, forever and ever. Amen. In nomine Parti, et Fili, et Spiritus Sancti.” The group broke the circle and started discussing vehicle arrangements. Alex’s migraine worsened and he vomited. Moments later, white starts burst across his vision and then he fell into inky blackness. Unknown Time Later “How’s he doing?” That was Domenica from the front seat. “He’s okay, I think. Physically: some cuts, bruises and scrapes; plus a really deep gash in his forehead. Personally, I’m more worried about his mental state.” Roza, sitting next to him. “Same. I can only imagine what he’s going through....if Adam....” Sam’s voice hitched, also in the front seat. A soft moan escaped Alex’s lips. “He awake?” Dom, once again. She glanced briefly in the rear-view mirror and saw Alex’s eyes flutter open. “Welcome back to the world of the living,” Stu said from next to Domenica. “Where are we?” Alex’s mouth felt like it was filled with cotton balls. He started coughing and Roza forced him to drink water. “Just outside of Vegas,” Domenica said. “We’re headed for Utah.” Alex nodded, then tears started welling in his eyes. “Oh God...Ames.” Roz wrapped a comforting arm around Alex’s shoulders. The drove along in silence briefly which was broken by the burst of the radio. “Hey, Sam? It’s Mary.” “What’s up?” “Just checking in. We’re all fine back here. How’s Alex doing?” “He’s awake, for now at least.” “That’s good,” Mary said. Mutters of affirmation came across the radio from the other cars. Alex looked out the window at the still burning sky. “Jesus...this is fucked up.” “Thank you, Captain Obvious,” Stu muttered. Roza smacked him, “quiet you.” Alex sighed, “ya know something?” “What?” Dom asked. “The end of the world...I always pictured more zombies and less asteroids.” The occupants of the car remained silent before they all stared laughing. Alex grinned slightly: he’d at least broken the tension, given them something to laugh at, if only for a few minutes. He placed his throbbing head against the cool window glass and watched the sky burn. Edited by WeBandOfBuggered, Sep 25 2009, 10:36 PM.
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| Cale Raizer | Sep 26 2009, 09:49 AM Post #9 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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They had found some gloves in the glovebox of the truck the three-now dead- men had been working on, as well as some slightly charred tarps in the back. Misty had voiced her opinion that they should look for fellow survivors first, before burying the dead, but Ruben had politely pointed out to her that the dead, if left out too long, would begin to attract bugs and flies, which would, in turn, carry disease. It wouldn't take long to bury the bodies anywyas, Misty thought, there weren't a whole lot of them around. Most of the people had fled long before, hoping to find shelter. Misty wasn't sure what it said of her character that she was glad most people had left the area, because it meant less work for them. She didn't dwell on the subject. They had started with Lila's body, Ruben bravely offering to take the charred top half of the womans body, leaving Misty to take the legs. They dragged the bisected body over to the tarp, where Zeke was digging a pit to bury the bodies in. Misty and Ruben dropped their respective peices of Lila onto the tarp, before going over to the three men Misty had tried to help. All three were horribly burned, Misty couldn't even tell who was who anymore. The guns in their hands were useless, melted to the skin of their owners, no great loss, in Misty's opinion. She wasn't a huge fan of guns, and they probably wouldnt need them anymore. "I'll take this one, if you wanna get that one," Ruben said, crouching over the body of the largest one, grabbing the body by the wrists, and dragging it across the lawn. "Ok," Misty said, making sure her gloves were on tight before she touched the corpse. She grabbed the wrist, pulled... And almost vomited as the top layer of skin sloughed away, with a wet tearing sound, revealing the deep tissoe and muscle beneath the blackened skin. Misty dropped the body with a shudder, bending over, trying valiantly to keep her lunch down. God, that was disgusting. She was suddenly more grateful to her gloves then was was a few moments ago. Conquering her queasy stomach, Misty again grabbed the mans wrist, and began to gently drag him along. Before she had gone five feet, Ruben was back, grimacing as he walked over to the other body, "His arm fell off as I was dragging him along, I about puked." Misty managed a weak smile, "Mine's skin peeled off." Ruben grunted, and dragged the third body away, with Misty in tow. They dropped the bodies on the tarp with Lila's and the first man, gagging at the stench. "We should probably search around, see if we can't find any more." Ruben said, looking at the sky, "I don't even know what time it is anymore, it's hard to see the sun." Misty checked her watch, but saw it was broken. The time on the watch matched the time the asteroid had hit, and she guessed it had been maybe an hour or two since then. Over the next few minutes, they searched for more bodies, and found a few. Four people, all burned, making it difficult to determine what gender they were, or how old they had been. No children, though, unless the children were ranking in at 6 feet apeice. These, too, they dragged to the tarp, and Zeke had finished digging his hole, and Misty saw that Marie and Bridgette had come out to help him. "You feeling better?" Misty asked Marie, and the older woman nodded. "Yes, I am, thank you." She said, though Misty could still see the sorrow in her eyes. "We should bury them now." Ruben said, "Before it gets dark." "Wait," Misty said, "shouldn't we cremate them instead?" Zeke looked at her quizically, "Why?" "Because," Misty responded, "If we leave them buried, eventually some wild animal is going to come sniffing around, and dig them up." "Wild animals?" Bridgette said, "Do you really think there are any animals around here?" Misty shrugged, "It's possible, we survived, didn't we?" Zeke considered this, "You have a point. It might be better if we burnt them." It didn't take long to make the burning pit they needed, Zeke's freshly dug hole serving that purpose nicely. There was fire in abundance, small patches of grass burning, and after a few moments work, the bodies were cremating nicely, as the small group of survivors watched. "Someone should say something." Bridgette said, wiping her eyes. Everyone was silent for a moment, then, "L'Eternel est mon berger Je ne manquerai de rien. Grâce à lui, je me repose dans des prairies verdoyantes, et c'est lui qui me conduit au bord des eaux calmes. Il me rend des forces neuves, et, pour l'honneur de son nom, il me mène pas à pas sur le droit chemin. Si je devais traverser la vallée où règnent les ténèbres de la mort je ne craindrais aucun mal, car tu es auprès de moi: ta houlette me conduit et ton bâton me protège. Pour moi, tu dresses une table aux yeux de mes ennemis, tu oins de parfums ma tête tu fais déborder ma coupe. Oui, toute ma vie, ta bonté et ton amour m'accompagneront et je pourrai retourner au temple de l'Eternel tant que je vivrai" Everyone turned to Marie, who had finished her prayer, with tears streaking across her face. "That was beautiful," Misty said, "what was it?" "Psalm 23," Ruben responded. "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever." It was a beautiful prayer, and as Ruben finished the translation, Misty felt suddenly touched by it. They were going to fill the pit back up again once the fire died down, but Misty felt there should be something to say that people had died here. Looking around, she found a good sized chunk of concrete, and planted it firmly in the dirt, next to the fire. She found a chunk of blackened stone, and using it as a writing tool, wrote three words on the concrete slab. Requiescant in pace. Edited by Cale Raizer, Sep 26 2009, 03:04 PM.
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"Alright, I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!" | |
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| bebeluv1 | Sep 26 2009, 09:53 AM Post #10 |
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Nemesis
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Tom DeLonge---It Hurts The last of the day’s light swept over the horizon and faded into the dusky grey of imminent nightfall, still tinged with that weird redness. Tom, shaking, streaked in dirt, climbed out of the hole he had dug and collapsed. He lay there, breathing hard, hands leaking blood and fluid from the blisters he’d earned, and stared up at the sky with unseeing eyes. A long streak of dirt tattooed his forehead as he wiped his arm across it. He’d wanted to stop digging hours ago, but he forced himself to go on. He had to go on. For them. Tears flowed freely from his eyes, making clean tracks down the sides of his eyes as they dropped into the dirt. Tears of exhaustion. Tears of pain. Tears of loss. Tom thought the sky never looked so big, and he’d never felt so alone and worthless. His back screamed and throbbed, his surgery from a few years ago surely now undone from his vigorous digging, and from lugging all the weight from the house, which was now no more than a pile of debris. Maybe if he’d gone to the doctor earlier like his wife had kept begging him to, the surgery wouldn’t have been necessary. But he’d waited and waited and finally went when he could no longer walk. The surgery had fixed the blown discs, but it had taken another year or two to heal the sciatic nerve which his broken vertebrae had all but sawed in half. Groaning, eyes scrunched into slits, Tom rolled over onto his side, then sat up with a yelp. Sweat rolled off him now—his body’s way of warning him to stop—but he pushed himself further unti l he was on his knees. He swayed with the effort. Tom tasted the grit in his teeth--dirt which had accumulated in the past eight hours or so that he’d been digging. He never could have guessed that shoveling a hole could take so long, and hurt so much. With hands that were shaking so badly now that they were virtually useless, he dug into his jeans pocket for the familiar white pills. Oxycodone. He’d been taking it since the back surgery four years ago. He knew he was probably addicted to it by now, but….now wasn’t the time to think about that. Tom popped the pills in his mouth with an unsteady hand and chewed, the bitter taste nearly overwhelming him into vomiting. Tom held onto it, swallowed, and waited for relief. Tom waited for a long time. Nightfall had come and had settled in by the time the scream in his back became a dull roar. Grim determination forced him to his feet. He wasn’t nearly done yet. He staggered, looking every bit like a drunken sailor on board a weather-beaten ship, over to the three bundles he had spent the entire day carefully wrapping. Tom stooped over, every cell in his body screeching at him to stop, and gently scooped up the littlest bundle. His son Jonas was only a month old. Sobbing, Tom cradled the bundle in his arms for a moment, remembering the way Jonas smelled after a bath, and the way he smiled after he ate. He shuffled like an old man over to the hole he had dug. It was a hole big enough for all three—his son, his daughter, and his wife. A spasm ripped through his back as he kneeled next to the hole, causing him to almost drop his son’s body. “Please,” he whispered, begging. “Just a little longer.” Tom managed to lower his son into his grave and then laid back down, panting. He turned his head to gaze at the bodies of his wife and daughter; the redness in the sky cast them in a hideous crimson glow. They were bigger, a lot bigger, than Jonas. Jonas had weighed maybe 12 pounds. Ava was four and weighed probably 35-40 pounds and his wife….120? All dead weight. He had to finish, even if it killed him. He owed it to them to give them a proper burial. He couldn’t quit now. Tom turned his head the other way and stared at the remains of their vacation cabin. Seeing the ruins of the cabin had been devastating. He’d spent hours locating his family. He’d dug them all out from the rubble. None had been alive, despite his desperate pleas to God as he’d dug. He’d bathed them all with great care, dragging buckets of water from the lake to the cabin. He’d then wrapped them in sheets which he’d rescued from what used to be the linen closet. He’d carried them from the ruins, laid them out on the grass, and set to digging with the one tiny shovel that he’d found in the garden shed nearby. The shed had remained entirely intact, he’d noticed bitterly. Tom sighed wearily and willed himself into motion. His daughter was next. Tom remembered Ava’s face, the smile so like his, the big blue eyes like her mother’s. He pushed the thoughts from his mind; he’d have to if he wanted to be able to finish. Tom stooped over to pick Ava up. She was much heavier than her brother, and Tom grunted with the effort of carrying her to the grave to lay with her brother. He kept having to stop, set her down, and rest. Sweat stung his eyes. His tongue was swollen with thirst. His body trembled with exhaustion. He had to go on. He was so close now. After what seemed like an eternity, he had managed to lower his daughter into the grave. Once again, Tom collapsed. He closed his eyes and cried out in pain. His back, once satisfied into partial sleep from the Oxycodone, now awoke with a fury and bit into his body, causing spasms to roll up and down his back. Wave after wave of agony washed over him, and at that moment he almost asked God to take him. Only the thought of leaving his two children in that hole without their mother got him going again. He repeated his mantra over and over again as he staggered to his wife’s body, “Please, please, please…” With Herculean effort, Tom knelt down and attempted to lift his wife’s body. His back immediately contorted and Tom screamed and flailed back. He attempted this three more times until he realized that he wasn’t going to be able to carry her. As much as he’d not wanted to drag her, he was going to have to. There was no other way now. Weeping in shame and humiliation, he drug the love of his life through the grass like a bag of trash with his teeth clenched into a frozen grimace and his hands bleeding onto her shroud. “I’m sorry, baby,” Tom gasped. “ Forgive me, Soph. God forgive me.” He’d managed to get her to the edge of the hole. He stared into it for a long time, with his wife’s body in his arms, contemplating whether or not he should just let himself fall in there with her. No. Sophie wouldn’t have wanted that. Tom had wanted nothing more than to bury his family with dignity and honor, but his back had given up on him, and he hadn’t been able to will it into submission anymore. With a final heave, he pushed his wife’s body into the hole and watched dully as it thumped to the botton. So much for dignity. He hated himself for it. But what could he do? He was pretty sure that he’d crippled himself. Well, if he was going to be paralyzed tomorrow, it was going to be after he’d done his family the service of burying them. Tom eyed the shovel next to the grave of his family and reached for it. “Please, please, please” he whispered. With eyes cast up to the sky, he plunged the shovel into the fresh dirt and began to work. |
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| LadyRahl | Sep 26 2009, 05:27 PM Post #11 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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Willow - Family Time Willow flipped the mattress over and let it fall back onto the sturdy box spring putting the huge blood stain that Paul had left behind on the bottom. She refused to really think about it, what had just happened, the stench of burning bodies, foliage, rubber and other scents mixed in. It had happened, the end of the world had happened and she was alive, and her children were scared and right now… she knew that she should go and help the people outside, the people who were hurt worse than she was but right now her children came first. Ignoring the pain in her shoulder and back she quickly made the bed with a spare set of sheets and then opened up the bathroom door again to see Lex sitting there where she had left him in the tub, holding Callie who was still crying. She gave them a smile as she came into the small bathroom, shutting the door behind her. “I think we need to get you two washed up,” she said kneeling down by the tub. Willow peeled off what was left of her tank top and twisted it up, tying it awkwardly around her wounded back. “Come on, let’s get you two undressed.” “You need a bath too,” Lex said standing up, pulling off his dirty shirt dropping it outside the tub as Willow began to undress Callie. “You’re dirty.” “I know baby,” she said “but we need to conserve water right now, so I’ll take a bath with Daddy later.” Turning on the water she tested it and set it to warm and filled the top, pouring in a small amount of bubble bath letting the tub fill half way. She wanted to fill it up the whole way, but it went towards the saving water thing. For Willow, who was used to camping and doing without, it was almost second nature. She knew that a lot of others would have a lot of issues dealing with the changes, the lack of technology, power, fresh water… but she was used to it. She’d been raised with limited resources on the commune which she had a feeling was going to come in very, very handy. “Momma, what happened?” Lex said sitting in the water as she picked up a large cup and began to pour water over him. His little hands sat in the water unmoving instead of splashing around like usual. Callie too was oddly still. They were in shock, she knew that. “Well baby,” she said “a great big rock out in space hit our planet.” “It did?” He asked frowning. “I didn’t see it.” “Well that’s because it was on the other side of the world,” she replied pouring a little shampoo in her hand and lathering up his hair. “Remember when we talked about the sun and how it moves in the sky to light other counties when we’re sleeping?” Lex nodded and reached over, taking his sister’s hand. “Uh huh… is this like that?” “Kinda,” she replied. “But you don’t have to worry, it’s not going to hit us again. There was only one.” He sat quietly as she rinsed out his hair and then set to work on Callie’s bloody hair. As she bathed her children she kept a careful eye out for any cuts or scratches. Lex had a few scrapes and bruises which she would take care of, probably from when Billie had thrown him under the bus… assuming that’s how it happened. Callie on the other hand was fine. Except for the blood that covered her little body, she was okay and Willow could feel the tears in her eyes as she realized how lucky they were… and Paul… he’d scarified his life for her baby. She’d never really given him enough credit, and she felt bad about the way things had ended between them. Hell they’d ended before they’d even started… once she’d set eyes on Adam… Willow smiled and chatted gently with her children as she bathed them, talking mainly about Spongebob and Dora the Explorer. She tried to act like nothing major had happened. They were already scared enough, she didn’t want to add to it. Something scary had happened, but now Mommy was here and Mommy made everything better…. or so they thought and within fifteen minutes they were both laughing and yawning. She put some antiseptic on Lex’s scrapes and covered them with Spongebob band-aids. “Okay,” she said “you two are going to have to sleep in the big bed until we get you another crib, okay?” Callie nodded, looking at her with wide eyes, still uncertain but much happier now that she was free of blood. “No leave?” She asked as Willow opened the bathroom door into the bedroom. “Momma?” “No,” she said with a smile, ushering them over to the bed. “I’ll stay here until you fall asleep. Don’t worry,” she said as Callie’s eyes went wide “I won’t leave the bus okay and if I do, Daddy will be here. Okay? One of us will always be here from now on.” Willow tucked her children in bed and sat down on the edge of it, picking up The Little Train That Could and began to read to them. Within three pages they had both passed out and she put the book away before getting some duct tape and covering the whole in the window and the cracks to secure it. Then she sat down on the edge of the bed again, and just watched them sleep, tears rolling down her cheeks. By the time she moved again she could feel her makeshift bandage pulling at the wound painfully and she winced, taking in a deep breath. She really needed to find that doctor fellow Cat had met, Sam what-not but she wasn’t going to leave the bus, not unless Adam stayed. If there was one thing she was NOT going to do, was break her promise to her children. One of them would always be around. They’d never be alone again. |
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| LadyRahl | Sep 26 2009, 06:29 PM Post #12 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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Zeke/Ruben/Misty/Marie - From the first moment “Zeke!” He turned just in time for Amanda to plow into him, arms around his neck and her lips crushing down on his before showering his face with little ones in reckless affection and relief. He couldn’t help but laugh, and he felt his cheeks go flush. “Amanda,” he said finally pulling away with a laugh. “You made it.” “No doubt,” she said with a grin. “Hi, I’m Amanda,” she said thrusting out a hand to Ruben, her tone oddly perky despite what had just happened. Ruben took it, giving it a shake. “Ruben Napoles,” he said with a polite smile. “I’ve heard a lot about you. This is Misty, Bridgette and Marie.” He said addressing each in turn. “This is the girl I was telling you about, Zeke’s friend.” “Any friend of Zeke’s,” she said running her hands through her long blonde hair, pulling it up off her neck into a bun. The smile left her face as she looked around. “I’m down there, the other end unit of the building. I’ve got a whole lot of sleeping bags and stuff if Zeke doesn’t have enough.” “I don’t know what Zeke wouldn’t have enough of,” Ruben said with a smile. “Yeah well,” Zeke replied blushing. “Ruben, can I… talk to you for a minute?” He asked. “We really should go and help people,” Ruben said quickly. “Why don’t you two talk, and we’ll go and help out,” Misty said. “We passed a huge area where a lot of people were setting up on our way in. We can take a few first aid supplies and help out and you can come when you’re done talking.” “No really,” Ruben said. “We should go, we can talk later.” “Ruben, please?” Zeke said taking a few steps away from the group. He wasn’t going to push him, that wasn’t his style. He just stood there patiently, waiting to see what Ruben would do. After a moment Ruben sighed and stepped over to him, Amanda leading the way for the women towards the encampment that Misty had been talking about. “Zeke,” “No,” he said taking Ruben’s hand. “It’s okay.” “I didn’t mean it,” Ruben said, his heart beating a million miles a minute. “No, you did.” He replied “and that’s okay. I don’t,” he sighed and managed a small smile “I feel the same way.” “No you don’t,” Ruben said “you’re just being polite so that I don’t feel like a jackass.” “Ruben, if there’s one thing I don’t do, its lie.” Zeke replied giving Ruben’s hand a squeeze. “I know that, I know that everything’s happened so fast, but God brought us together, and he brought us together for more than just… friendship. I believe that, because if that was the case,” he shook his head “if he just wanted me to have a friend, well Amanda survived… I haven’t had a lot of relationships in my life, and my last one was bad but… this is awkward,” he said with a small laugh. “I know this is a small town in Iowa, it’s not Salt Lake City or San Diego… there’s prejudice and hatred, but that unfortunately is found everywhere.” He dropped Ruben’s hand and shoved his hands into his pockets looking at the burning sky falling pensive. “We’ve all been spared for a reason Ruben, each one of us. Good, evil… for some reason God chose to spare each of us, just as he led us together at the hotel.” His eyes scanned the red sky slowly. “Each of us for a reason and all I know for certain is that I love you. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew.” He looked Ruben in the eyes and gave him a soft smile. “I just, I wanted to let you know so that you wouldn’t avoid me anymore. Being apart from you,” he shook his head. “I’d much rather be with you than without you.” |
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| Mr_Blonde3 | Sep 26 2009, 06:36 PM Post #13 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Sam walked alone, the small bible from the Disney hotel clasped loosely in his hand. He was trying, with mixed results, to wrap his mind around the destruction that had just happened. His mind kept travelling to the countless numbers of people that probably didn't have time to make it to safety, or who flat-out refused to believe that it could be as bad as the government was saying and had simply opted to stay in their homes, batten down the windows and ride out the storms, like it was a simple hurricane that was going through. How many dead? How many wounded? Was his son among them? Sam walked quickly over to Domenica and said, "Where's your cell phone?" Domenica looked up from the bandage she was tying and said, "Should still be in the car. In the compartment between the front seats." Sam smiled, nodded a thanks, and walked over to the Ford. He found the phone in the compartment where she said it was and turned it on. He was unable to stifle an oath as he saw the black "No signal" appear in the window of the phone. Sam sighed. He'd told Adam where he was going, there was no alternative but to go there and wait. However long it took, or however long he was able. He shook his head. It didn't matter if he no longer was able, he would stay however long it took. If it was his time, it was his time. if it wasn't, then the father would look out for him until Adam was returned, like the prodigal son. So in the interrum, he needed to take care of himself, because he had a lot of things to say and they were long overdue. It took potentially the end of the world to realize, but now he knew. He'd been an asshole. He looked back to the struggle to look for more survivors and set the thoughts to the back of his mind. He needed to concentrate on the tasks at hand. It appeared that they had gotten most of everyone together who was still alive, but Johnson, and the remaining soldiers that were loyal to him, were still digging through the rubble. Since Hicks' death, He'd felt a lot more comfortable with the remaining army contingent. The conversation he'd been thinking about before they'd found Ames flashed through his mind again. That had been the full indicator that he could trust Johnson, and the men that were with him followed orders to the letter. And having armed soldiers with them was definitley giving them that added dose of protection that they needed at this now critical time. Now everyone had really seen the worst. Now those that were walking the line were going to start getting nasty. But with an armed contingent, hopefully they'd stay away. He just hoped Adam had some sort of protection aiding him as well. Johnson started waving, and the men started digging. Sam looked at the trauma kit sitting next to Domenica and knew that they were running low on material. Even with the added trauma kit, they were running low. Sam's suitjacket was still in the car, discarded now that there was no need to hide the gun from the troops. He walked to the trailer behind the SUV and opened up. He took some of the sports clothes that they got for themselves which would serve as bandages, and a bottle of the jonnie walker. It was very "Old West" but it would help. Sam headed over to where Domenica and Roza were standing. Domenica was now sporting a real bandage, and probably some stitches. Sam said, "They found another?" Domenica was nodding. She said, "We'll probably need that stuff. If the person was buried." Sam looked at the standing buildings and said, "What the hell are we doing? There's got to be bunches of stuff in the buildings around here that we can use. I suggest we..." Sam felt a wave of dizziness and he stumbled. If not for Domenica he would have fallen face forward onto the concrete sidewalk. Domenica helped him sit down, then looked at the blood on her hand in shock. Roza eased is head forward and said, "Got a cut, Maybe a bit of a concussion. He'll need stitches." Sam slowly felt the world stop spinning. Roza said, "No adventuring for you yet. I've got to stitch this up." Sam took the bottle of Johnnie Walker from Domenica, opened it, and took a long drink. He handed the bottel back to Domenica and said, "Alright, do your damndest." |
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| bebeluv1 | Sep 27 2009, 09:49 AM Post #14 |
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Nemesis
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Adam and Mark Adam had said a few words over Paul’s body before they buried it in the ground next to the road. It had taken longer than they’d thought it would. They’d wanted to make sure it was deep—so no wandering animals would smell him and dig him up. The last thing Paul would have wanted was to go out like a hero and then end up a coyote turd. “We’ve gotta look for survivors and fortify the front end of that bus,” Adam commented. “We need to be able to push the cars out of our way, you know, like in the movies?” he smiled weakly. This was no movie. Mark nodded, he knew what Adam meant. “Well, luckily for you I’m more than just a pretty face. I was a welder for three years before the band took off. I can probably get the bus rigged up, but I”ll need help carrying and holding shit.” Adam snorted. “You never cease to amaze me, Johansen,” he paused, a thought occurring to him. “What about…you know, the tools you’ll need?” Mark tapped his temple. “I remember something you obviously don’t, Barkley. There’s a welding kit in the compartment under the bus.” “The hell you say,” Adam said, unbelieving. “It’s true, man. I made sure we had one ever since our first bus broke down in the desert and we had to sit in the hot-ass sun for four hours waiting for help when I could have fixed the problem myself with a little welding job that would have taken like 20 minutes.” Adam stared at Mark incredulously. “I totally love you right now.” “Save the dick-sucking until we actually make this work.” Adam nodded, smiling faintly. Even a tragedy like this didn’t crack Mark’s tough exterior—he was still the same old Mark. Adam, on the other hand, felt like a robot going through the motions. “Why don’t I gather up survivors with Sam while you and the bus driver collect stuff you can use to build with?” “Sounds like a plan, my man,” Mark said, and made a beeline for the bus. “If we pull this off, it’ll be a miracle,” Adam muttered. He thought of his father, and hoped he was all right. Will he wait for me?, the thought. Adam thought that his father would wait, under the circumstances. If was was still alive. Adam shook the thought from his head and sighed. They were only an hour away from Park City, but it might as well have been five hundred, with all the shit in the road they’d have to get through. It was way safer than walking, no question. Adam trudged over to the nearest car, and peered inside for signs of life. |
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| mdnjr70 | Sep 27 2009, 03:06 PM Post #15 |
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Shrimp Po'Boy
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Ruben/Zeke – Lone Wolf “We’ve all been spared for a reason Ruben, each one of us. Good, evil… for some reason God chose to spare each of us, just as he led us together at the hotel.” Ruben watched Zeke look to the burning heavens, what did he see? What did he know? Ruben had faith, a strong faith, but not like Zeke, it was like Zeke was hardwired to God, he wouldn’t have believed a word he had spoken coming from anyone else, but with Zeke. Was any of this really happening and if it was, then why him? Zeke continued to speak as if answering his unasked questions. “Each of us for a reason and all I know for certain is that I love you. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew.” He looked Ruben in the eyes and gave him a soft smile. “I just, I wanted to let you know so that you wouldn’t avoid me anymore. Being apart from you,” he shook his head. “I’d much rather be with you than without you.” Ruben looked at his soft lips and heard his gentle words, but it was the look in his eyes that almost brought him to tears, when Zeke said he would rather be together then apart, it had cut him deeply. It had hurt Zeke for Ruben to leave him in the basement standing there, it had probably hurt him more then anything else he could have done. “Zeke I’m sorry. I should have never left you standing there. I just.” Zeke smiled softly, “I know. It doesn’t matter Ruben, it’s over and behind us. We both know how the other feels and that is the important part.” Zeke was so forgiving, he could never hurt him he could never hurt anyone. “Zeke I’m not. I mean I’ve never been in any kind of relationship before, you should know that. I’m…look I’m not experienced at this.” Zeke smiled, “a lone wolf.” Ruben looked at him not fully understanding, “you’re a lone wolf.” Ruben shrugged he understood, he got the meaning the second time he said it, “I guess so, I mean I never met anyone.” Zeke held his hand to Ruben’s lips, “None of that matters. You’re here now, I’m here now, we’re together. More people will come here we need to be ready and we need to help them; as many as we can.” Zeke removed his hand meeting Ruben’s eyes. Ruben looked at him, “How do you know all this, Zeke? How do you know? I don’t know anything other then being with you is the only place I want to be the only place I feel safe, even if I were to try to leave you I couldn’t and I don’t understand that.” Zeke smiled at him, “you know more then you think. We all have a purpose Ruben, each of us. There is a lot more too come.” Ruben looked at him, “what are you talking about?” Zeke looked up at the sky, “I don’t know, I’m just not convinced this is over yet.” Ruben shook his head, “I don’t understand any of this.” Ruben said looking around at the buildings, they had somehow survived, most of them were empty, people leaving going somewhere else, a few blocks away they could hear vehicles, people, machines, tools, it wasn’t very loud over here, but they could both hear it. Ruben looked back at Zeke, “I trust you. You know that.” Zeke nodded smiling at him. “I trust you too, I think that comes with loving someone.” Ruben frowned a moment hearing those words, he never thought he would hear them and now after all that had happened, he was in a small town in Iowa and hearing those worlds from Zeke; amazing. “This is crazy you know that?” Ruben said with a smile. Zeke grinned touching Rubens’ shoulder, “crazy can sometimes be a very good thing.” The touch sent a burst of energy though Ruben’s body, “Your friend Amanda knows so does Misty.” Ruben said thinking of the four women trying to take his mind off Zeke’s touch. Zeke laughed, “Well I think it was pretty clear, I mean at least on my part and yours too I would like to think.” Ruben rubbed the back of his neck, “My friend Heidi always told me I’m an open book, when I’m not being aloof or standoffish.” Zeke grinned, “she seems like a good friend.” Ruben sighed thinking of her and the rest of the people he left in Salt Lake, “She is. I hope they’re ok. She’s in Salt Lake, I’m really hoping they are alright.” Ruben said a few tears in his eyes, Zeke wrapped his arms around him hugging him, “It’ll be alright, everything is happening for a reason.” Ruben nodded, “I know. He kissed the top of Zeke’s head, “Thank you.” Zeke smiled at him wiping the tears from Ruben’s eyes, “we need to go and help the others at the rescue station, they will have news, they might know how the rest of the world or at the very least the county survived.” Zeke said taking Ruben’s hand in his and leading him in the direction of the noises. “Zeke we need to secure your house first. Make sure that no one gets in there, you have a lot of stuff and.” Ruben frowned, “Look Zeke not everyone is going to be like Misty or the others. You said it yourself there are evil people who survived as well.” Zeke sighed, he hated thinking poorly of people, it hurt his soul and made him sad to think that people could be cruel. Ruben saw the sad look on Zeke’s face, “If we board them up on the inside, at least the one facing the street, that should be enough, and I really don’t think we should be out after dark.” Zeke nodded, “alright, we can do that, but I don’t want our house to look like something out of a cheesy SyFy movie.” Ruben smiled, he smiled at the word ‘our’ he wondered if Zeke even knew he said it. “You have my word.” “Alright lets get to work, then we can catch up with the others.” Zeke said as he and Ruben headed back into the Townhouse to secure what they could and still make it look as normal as possible. |
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