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[size=4]In a world divided by destruction, chaos reigns. Three weeks ago, an unexpected solar flare swept over Earth, burning major crop growths and drying up major water sources and ravaging everything in its wake. Cement cracked under the intense heat, glass shattered from the waves, and buildings crumbled and fell into ruins. Only those humans and animals who chose to flee to the underground systems of cities survived - and many died in the three weeks to come due to lack of food and water.
But the destruction of basic resources was not the only affliction that the solar flare brought. It triggered a mutation in a parasite that, in order to survive the new harsh conditions, mutated to infect the host body in a way that would nearly ensure the survival of the host. With the most reliable food source for humans coming from humans themselves: it began to turn them into zombies - ravenous, cannibalistic zombies that craved the flesh of uncontaminated humans.
Three weeks after the initial solar flare and parasitic outbreak, humans are few and far spread. Those who still survive do so carefully - cautious of any other living thing, terrified that they could be infected. Resources are scarce, and company is even scarcer.
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[size=4]Moxitoxis: [url=http://imgur.com/a/CdQf2]Emma Blackburn[/url]
Generation: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=307935&tab=dragon&did=31983386]Hansel Braun[/url]
Plot
In a world divided by destruction, chaos reigns. Three weeks ago, an unexpected solar flare swept over Earth, burning major crop growths and drying up major water sources and ravaging everything in its wake. Cement cracked under the intense heat, glass shattered from the waves, and buildings crumbled and fell into ruins. Only those humans and animals who chose to flee to the underground systems of cities survived - and many died in the three weeks to come due to lack of food and water.
But the destruction of basic resources was not the only affliction that the solar flare brought. It triggered a mutation in a parasite that, in order to survive the new harsh conditions, mutated to infect the host body in a way that would nearly ensure the survival of the host. With the most reliable food source for humans coming from humans themselves: it began to turn them into zombies - ravenous, cannibalistic zombies that craved the flesh of uncontaminated humans.
Three weeks after the initial solar flare and parasitic outbreak, humans are few and far spread. Those who still survive do so carefully - cautious of any other living thing, terrified that they could be infected. Resources are scarce, and company is even scarcer.
Characters
Moxitoxis: Emma Blackburn
Generation: Hansel Braun
@Moxitoxis. (didn't know if you subscribed so pinging just in case)
Twenty one days and counting. Twenty one days ago he'd felt the sun scorch the back of his neck, heard his younger sister scream, heard his parents calling out for him to leave them. Twenty one days ago he'd tried to disobey them, tried to go back for them. Twenty one days ago the bunker's doors had closed in front of him, sealing him off from the world above - trapping him within the earth while his family remained above. Twenty days ago and those metal doors had opened, only to reveal his worst fear. Twenty days. That's how long he'd been alone.
There had been others in the bunker with him - those who had closed the doors on his family, but he'd left them far behind when they'd told him that there was no use dwelling on the deceased.
No use. They were his
family. His
sister. Survival seemed bleak in face of the loss of everything that had mattered. And yet they dared to tell him that there was
no use mourning them. Heartless, self-absorbed animals. In his eyes, the flare hadn't just taken human lives, it had killed humanity in a majority of the survivors.
Lips quirked down at the memory, mood souring under the scorch of the midday sun. Fingers pick through garbage loitered on the streets, the pads of fingers scarred and burnt and searching for something, anything that was remotely edible - to no avail. Food was running scarce, unpolluted water even scarcer, and he only had enough rations to last him another two days. He may have lost everything, but he was determined to survive for
them.
@Moxitoxis. (didn't know if you subscribed so pinging just in case)
Twenty one days and counting. Twenty one days ago he'd felt the sun scorch the back of his neck, heard his younger sister scream, heard his parents calling out for him to leave them. Twenty one days ago he'd tried to disobey them, tried to go back for them. Twenty one days ago the bunker's doors had closed in front of him, sealing him off from the world above - trapping him within the earth while his family remained above. Twenty days ago and those metal doors had opened, only to reveal his worst fear. Twenty days. That's how long he'd been alone.
There had been others in the bunker with him - those who had closed the doors on his family, but he'd left them far behind when they'd told him that there was no use dwelling on the deceased.
No use. They were his
family. His
sister. Survival seemed bleak in face of the loss of everything that had mattered. And yet they dared to tell him that there was
no use mourning them. Heartless, self-absorbed animals. In his eyes, the flare hadn't just taken human lives, it had killed humanity in a majority of the survivors.
Lips quirked down at the memory, mood souring under the scorch of the midday sun. Fingers pick through garbage loitered on the streets, the pads of fingers scarred and burnt and searching for something, anything that was remotely edible - to no avail. Food was running scarce, unpolluted water even scarcer, and he only had enough rations to last him another two days. He may have lost everything, but he was determined to survive for
them.
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Before, Emma had lived with her dad, keeping him company when her mom left. Before, she'd been happy, and content. Before, he wasn't one of those things. Before, she hadn't been alone. Now that she
was alone, in a world that was practically empty, Emma was beginning to realize how much she'd lost. Of course she would push on. She didn't want to die, she was scared of dying. Not a very practical fear nowadays, if you asked her. Nonetheless, it was always present in the back of her mind, as constant as the shadow that followed her. She had to survive, for she refused to do otherwise. Her dad always did say she was a stubborn one. In that aspect she took after her mother. Her mother, who was probably either burnt to a crisp now, or stumbling around mindlessly. Not that she cared.
The only person she did care about had been turned when the mutations started. Her father had begged her to kill him. He didn't want to suffer, to endlessly wander in search of flesh. She couldn't do it though. What daughter would want to kill her own dad? Not Emma, that was for sure. Instead she fled, being selfish. Now that decision haunted her constantly. She was constantly fearing she'd run into him in his new state, and she'd be faced with the choice again. Kill her father and end his suffering, or let him stay like he was, and turn the other cheek?
Despite all this, the three thoughts that were constantly at the forefront of her mind were find food, find water, stay human. The first two were getting harder and harder each day. What few rations she managed to grab were dangerously low. Every opportunity she could find, she dug through anything available, trying to find a scrap of food or a drop of water. The city she was in now used to be booming. People on the go constantly. Now it was merely rubble. You'd be lucky to see more then one or two people wandering around. Emma continued down the street she was on, her shotgun bumping against her backpack as she walked, searching for something to salvage.
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Before, Emma had lived with her dad, keeping him company when her mom left. Before, she'd been happy, and content. Before, he wasn't one of those things. Before, she hadn't been alone. Now that she
was alone, in a world that was practically empty, Emma was beginning to realize how much she'd lost. Of course she would push on. She didn't want to die, she was scared of dying. Not a very practical fear nowadays, if you asked her. Nonetheless, it was always present in the back of her mind, as constant as the shadow that followed her. She had to survive, for she refused to do otherwise. Her dad always did say she was a stubborn one. In that aspect she took after her mother. Her mother, who was probably either burnt to a crisp now, or stumbling around mindlessly. Not that she cared.
The only person she did care about had been turned when the mutations started. Her father had begged her to kill him. He didn't want to suffer, to endlessly wander in search of flesh. She couldn't do it though. What daughter would want to kill her own dad? Not Emma, that was for sure. Instead she fled, being selfish. Now that decision haunted her constantly. She was constantly fearing she'd run into him in his new state, and she'd be faced with the choice again. Kill her father and end his suffering, or let him stay like he was, and turn the other cheek?
Despite all this, the three thoughts that were constantly at the forefront of her mind were find food, find water, stay human. The first two were getting harder and harder each day. What few rations she managed to grab were dangerously low. Every opportunity she could find, she dug through anything available, trying to find a scrap of food or a drop of water. The city she was in now used to be booming. People on the go constantly. Now it was merely rubble. You'd be lucky to see more then one or two people wandering around. Emma continued down the street she was on, her shotgun bumping against her backpack as she walked, searching for something to salvage.
Jackpot. A hum of approval vibrated in Hansel's vocal cords as he tugged a cardboard box out from under the moth-eaten remnants of a pillow. Granola bars, nibbled at by some creature or another and yet mostly whole.
Expired. But still edible, if he'd learned anything over the last few weeks. Three bars - enough food to last him a day if he was careful, though malnutrition hovered right around the corner. It would have to be good enough; at least it was somewhat healthy. Though he'd kill a pack of screechers to get another bag of dried candied mango slices.
The sound of something approaching brought the man's search to a pause. Eyes rose sharply, one hand stashing the food find in the hiking backpack at his side while the other rested on the handle of his ax, fingers curling around the polished wood slowly. The screechers weren't known to come down streets with so much rubble - the rubble proving a difficult foe for their uncoordinated bodies to overcome, but it wouldn't be a first. Nor would it be a first for one human to try to mug another.
"Watch yourself."
A warning, issued with the undertones of a threat by a deep voice. He didn't want a fight - couldn't stand hurting people, even now - but he wouldn't allow one of the so-called street thugs to mug him.
Jackpot. A hum of approval vibrated in Hansel's vocal cords as he tugged a cardboard box out from under the moth-eaten remnants of a pillow. Granola bars, nibbled at by some creature or another and yet mostly whole.
Expired. But still edible, if he'd learned anything over the last few weeks. Three bars - enough food to last him a day if he was careful, though malnutrition hovered right around the corner. It would have to be good enough; at least it was somewhat healthy. Though he'd kill a pack of screechers to get another bag of dried candied mango slices.
The sound of something approaching brought the man's search to a pause. Eyes rose sharply, one hand stashing the food find in the hiking backpack at his side while the other rested on the handle of his ax, fingers curling around the polished wood slowly. The screechers weren't known to come down streets with so much rubble - the rubble proving a difficult foe for their uncoordinated bodies to overcome, but it wouldn't be a first. Nor would it be a first for one human to try to mug another.
"Watch yourself."
A warning, issued with the undertones of a threat by a deep voice. He didn't want a fight - couldn't stand hurting people, even now - but he wouldn't allow one of the so-called street thugs to mug him.
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Emma hadn't expected to hear someone else's voice, not in the ruins at least. The voice made her pause halfway up a pile of rubble, looking around for it's source. After not spotting anyone, her only guess was that it had come from the other side. It couldn't be a screecher, they didn't talk. Best case scenario, it was someone with no intent of harming her, just another person she'd cross paths with. Worst case scenario, it was someone who's intentions were the exact opposite.
She continued her short climb, and when she was a foot away from the top she unslung her shotgun, holding it by her side as she crested the hill. As she stood at its peak she looked around for the voice's owner, spotting him in moments. From where she stood she quickly looked him over, noting his hand on the axe. A short range weapon versus a long range one. In that aspect she was moderately safe, but she also took notice of how he was larger then her. If she lost her gun, all she'd have to defend herself was a knife, and that could only do so much damage. For now though, she'd stick with a calm approach. If he revealed that he had more dangerous ideas, she'd only go on the defence then.
"I mean no harm." She said, speaking clearly so he could hear her. "I don't want to mug you, or kill you, or anything along those lines." She bit back a sarcastic quip. No sense in getting her head chopped off over a sentence. "The world has seen enough death, I'd rather not add to it."
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Emma hadn't expected to hear someone else's voice, not in the ruins at least. The voice made her pause halfway up a pile of rubble, looking around for it's source. After not spotting anyone, her only guess was that it had come from the other side. It couldn't be a screecher, they didn't talk. Best case scenario, it was someone with no intent of harming her, just another person she'd cross paths with. Worst case scenario, it was someone who's intentions were the exact opposite.
She continued her short climb, and when she was a foot away from the top she unslung her shotgun, holding it by her side as she crested the hill. As she stood at its peak she looked around for the voice's owner, spotting him in moments. From where she stood she quickly looked him over, noting his hand on the axe. A short range weapon versus a long range one. In that aspect she was moderately safe, but she also took notice of how he was larger then her. If she lost her gun, all she'd have to defend herself was a knife, and that could only do so much damage. For now though, she'd stick with a calm approach. If he revealed that he had more dangerous ideas, she'd only go on the defence then.
"I mean no harm." She said, speaking clearly so he could hear her. "I don't want to mug you, or kill you, or anything along those lines." She bit back a sarcastic quip. No sense in getting her head chopped off over a sentence. "The world has seen enough death, I'd rather not add to it."
Vulnerable: that's how he felt crouched at the bottom of the rubble, body partially hidden between two towering heaps as he gazed up at the woman. Cover was his ally; while he was surrounded and could easily duck away from any shot she tried to take, she stood out in the open where she was. However, if the need came to it, throwing the ax from a vantage point below the woman's was... an unfortunate setback. She'd see it coming from a mile away.
Her words had him pausing again, skin taunt and white over knuckles as he held the ax ready at his side. Those were words that his own mind had thought so many times.... yet they sounded too perfect to be true, coming from a stranger.
"Seems like we're on the same page then." Slowly, with enough dramatic effect that the woman could easily, he lowered the ax and slipped it into the loop on the backpack next to him, raising his hands to show their emptiness as he rose from his crouch. "What brought you to this part of the city?"
Vulnerable: that's how he felt crouched at the bottom of the rubble, body partially hidden between two towering heaps as he gazed up at the woman. Cover was his ally; while he was surrounded and could easily duck away from any shot she tried to take, she stood out in the open where she was. However, if the need came to it, throwing the ax from a vantage point below the woman's was... an unfortunate setback. She'd see it coming from a mile away.
Her words had him pausing again, skin taunt and white over knuckles as he held the ax ready at his side. Those were words that his own mind had thought so many times.... yet they sounded too perfect to be true, coming from a stranger.
"Seems like we're on the same page then." Slowly, with enough dramatic effect that the woman could easily, he lowered the ax and slipped it into the loop on the backpack next to him, raising his hands to show their emptiness as he rose from his crouch. "What brought you to this part of the city?"
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Emma watched the man as he took her in. He seemed wary and cautious, two traits that had become everyone's best friends these days. She couldn't blame him though, more often then not, strangers with guns didn't bode well, not in this new world. What she'd said to him though was true, she didn't want to hurt him, let alone kill him. She had enough blood on her hands.
It looked like he was debating on whether or not he should run or hide, but the latter would've been useless anyway, seeing as how she'd spotted him already. When he spoke, declaring he agreed with her, she visibly relaxed, a smile spreading onto her face. It's been a while since she'd genuinely smiled, it was nice.
When he put his axe away, Emma followed his example and slung her shotgun back over her shoulder before answering his question. "I'm gonna guess the same thing as you, looking for supplies. Food, water, that fun stuff. By the way I'm gonna come down, but like I said, I have no intention of harming you." She said before carefully starting to make her way down the pile of rubble.
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Emma watched the man as he took her in. He seemed wary and cautious, two traits that had become everyone's best friends these days. She couldn't blame him though, more often then not, strangers with guns didn't bode well, not in this new world. What she'd said to him though was true, she didn't want to hurt him, let alone kill him. She had enough blood on her hands.
It looked like he was debating on whether or not he should run or hide, but the latter would've been useless anyway, seeing as how she'd spotted him already. When he spoke, declaring he agreed with her, she visibly relaxed, a smile spreading onto her face. It's been a while since she'd genuinely smiled, it was nice.
When he put his axe away, Emma followed his example and slung her shotgun back over her shoulder before answering his question. "I'm gonna guess the same thing as you, looking for supplies. Food, water, that fun stuff. By the way I'm gonna come down, but like I said, I have no intention of harming you." She said before carefully starting to make her way down the pile of rubble.
Not a man to waste words on pointless responses, Hansel offered a nod and a grunt, bending down to pick up his own backpack and sling it across his shoulders, keeping his eye on her the entire time. Concern remained for the woman's gun - despite the fact that she'd declared a truce of a sort, humans were known to
lie - she was coming nearer, and even with his ax tucked into the side of his backpack, he was fairly certain that he could reach it if need be. Besides, if he didn't find more food soon, he'd be dead anyways.
And if she got off a round from that gun of hers, there was a good chance that she'd draw an entire flock of screechers to them. Though... if he attacked her and she screamed... either way, the likelihood of either leaving alive if they chose to engage was low.
"How much do you have?" A prying question - direct, to the point, and dangerous. He knew how it could come off as -
he's looking to loot from her, he's looking to take advantage of her, he's up to no good -, but his mind kept cycling back to how gaunt the woman looked: not unhealthy, but certainly not eating three square meals a day. Driven to search for supplies in one of the more dangerous areas of town - downtown, near a nest of screechers. Just like him. He, who had enough food for a few more days. And who'd managed to find more.
Not a man to waste words on pointless responses, Hansel offered a nod and a grunt, bending down to pick up his own backpack and sling it across his shoulders, keeping his eye on her the entire time. Concern remained for the woman's gun - despite the fact that she'd declared a truce of a sort, humans were known to
lie - she was coming nearer, and even with his ax tucked into the side of his backpack, he was fairly certain that he could reach it if need be. Besides, if he didn't find more food soon, he'd be dead anyways.
And if she got off a round from that gun of hers, there was a good chance that she'd draw an entire flock of screechers to them. Though... if he attacked her and she screamed... either way, the likelihood of either leaving alive if they chose to engage was low.
"How much do you have?" A prying question - direct, to the point, and dangerous. He knew how it could come off as -
he's looking to loot from her, he's looking to take advantage of her, he's up to no good -, but his mind kept cycling back to how gaunt the woman looked: not unhealthy, but certainly not eating three square meals a day. Driven to search for supplies in one of the more dangerous areas of town - downtown, near a nest of screechers. Just like him. He, who had enough food for a few more days. And who'd managed to find more.
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As she made her way down the pile of rubble, Emma's thoughts swirled around. Being quiet was one of her top priorities right now. They were in a city, and cities always had lots of screechers. Normally she didn't come into the ruins of fallen cities, but she'd been desperate. A lack of food and water had driven her to it, forcing her to step into it's dark corners and dead end streets.
When she heard his question she was near the bottom of the pile, having taken her time to climb down. She didn't want to cause a mini landslide, for lack of a better term. So, she waited until she'd reached the bottom, and was level with him to answer. She paused though, briefly turning the question over. He was either curious, or had darker intentions. Well, if he were to steal from her, he wouldn't get much.
She let out a sigh, brushing some dirt off her hands. "Less then I care to admit, but I might as well tell the truth. I have enough left for maybe two days, and that's pushing it." She let out a bitter chuckle. "If I'm gonna die, I was hoping it'd be more dramatic. Maybe have some fireworks or something." If she was going to starve, might as well be light hearted about it. "By the way, what's your name?" She looked at him, raising a brow.
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As she made her way down the pile of rubble, Emma's thoughts swirled around. Being quiet was one of her top priorities right now. They were in a city, and cities always had lots of screechers. Normally she didn't come into the ruins of fallen cities, but she'd been desperate. A lack of food and water had driven her to it, forcing her to step into it's dark corners and dead end streets.
When she heard his question she was near the bottom of the pile, having taken her time to climb down. She didn't want to cause a mini landslide, for lack of a better term. So, she waited until she'd reached the bottom, and was level with him to answer. She paused though, briefly turning the question over. He was either curious, or had darker intentions. Well, if he were to steal from her, he wouldn't get much.
She let out a sigh, brushing some dirt off her hands. "Less then I care to admit, but I might as well tell the truth. I have enough left for maybe two days, and that's pushing it." She let out a bitter chuckle. "If I'm gonna die, I was hoping it'd be more dramatic. Maybe have some fireworks or something." If she was going to starve, might as well be light hearted about it. "By the way, what's your name?" She looked at him, raising a brow.
