[IC] Another 'End of the World' Role-play [RELOADED]

Another 'End of the World' Role-play [RELOADED].

Zip. The familiar sound of Alexander own zipper hit his ears as he sighed in relief. ‘What a great piss…’ He thought to himself, gazing around the dingy cubicle. A thin smirk crossed a usually expressionless face as he fixed the gas mask around his neck. He then looked up to the ceiling and let out a ‘phew’ like sound before turning and exiting the cubicle.

Leaving the Miracle grounds male community toilets he headed down the dank, dirt track road. The bleak post-apocalyptic surroundings and landscape would be called by many nothing much to look at, however to Alexander there was a subtle beauty hidden in the endless abyss that the world had become. Pulling a cigarette from the box half hanging out of his left trouser pocket he placed it between his lips and ruffled around in his pockets for some matches that he had scavenged.

“Fuck…” He cursed, under his breath, as he patted himself down. “Where the…?” He turned looking around the ground to see if he had dropped them anywhere nearby. His gazing was in vain. Alexander took the cigarette from his mouth and placed it back in the box closing the top back over. ’Bastard.’ Was the only thought that crossed his mind. His brow furrowed as he rubbed it with the fingers and thumb of his right hand. Finally, after some apparent meditation and deep thought Alex decided he would just head back to the inn where he, for the last two years had been shacked up for free after the accident with his truck.

On the walk back, Alex thought a lot about his past life as a Weapons Launderer and then his life before the day he had found the truck. He smiled at the memories, all of them, good and bad as other than smile what could you do but piss and moan in these times? Then thoughts of his current martial status crossed his mind, single for as long as he could remember other than one teenage sweetheart he had. Of course he wasn't a complete sexless virgin but it was mainly flings and hookers that he had got his sex from back in the day when he had money as a Weapons Launderer. All that had changed now…

Arriving at the front door of ‘Dirty John’s Stack and Shack’ (the name of the inn at Miracle grounds.) he made his way inside, greeting ‘Dirty John’ who sat behind the bar on a rickety chair reading a dusty tome about something or nothing. He headed straight to the ‘lounge’ which was really just a part of the ground floor with more chairs than other places. He sat on his particular chair in the far corner at the table with a lit candle and half full ashtray from earlier. He then pulled the cigarette, once again, from the slightly scrunched box and lit it off the candle. A sudden sense of relaxation came to Alex as he inhaled the first drag. He sank into the chair taking another drag, looking to the window. From what Alexander could tell from the clouds there would be another piss storm of acidic rain, he was glad to be inside. He did plan on visiting Atlanta again, not that there was much there other than a community or two hidden in the depths of the city. It was mainly just gangs and a over-sized arena for warring factions. Yet, Alex was going to go there, someday.

Daniel peered through the empty window of the building he had stayed the night in, a funriture shop on Baxter Street, Athens, Georgia. He looked both ways, closed his eyes a moment and listened, he even slowed his breathing. No noise crossed the air, save for the wind and a scurrying mouse he turned to see behind him. He slipped through the doorless doorway and headed North East on Baxter, eventually reaching Lumpkin Street, where he paused, surveyed the new road, and then headed south along the new street, peering up and around at the buildings, searching for Hospitals or Clinics inparticular, but he didn't find any. He continued walking a few moments before seeing a sign that sent goosebumps across his skin, a smile stretched across his face. His body a dead stop, but his mind running. He read the sign to himself aloud, almost as if to make sure it was real. "University of Georgia. Next left, on Carlton Street." Daniel almost let out a holler of joy, before realizing a place such as that would have been raided, and looted, and probably turned into a camp, but he didn't care. He sprinted down the road and turned east onto Carlton, and he followed the road around a turn and then it took him back North to the front of the College. He cut off the road and up the front courtyard and up a set of stairs to the front doors. He drew his pistol, it in his hand, but not as an actual weapon. Daniel had actually never fired his pistol, he simply used the intimidating pistol as a scare tactic. He peered into the main lobby, and then silently pressed open the glass door.

Seth grunted quietly as he heaved himself over the hood of a rusted, totaled car and into the living room of the house it'd destroyed. The delapidated old building was a simple one-story home with faded white paint, several broken windows and a partially caved in roof. At some point, a small pickup truck had plowed into the side and stopped in the living room of the house, crushing everything in its path including whichever person had been in its way at the time. A skeleton lay beneath the truck's remains and Seth judged by the shattered pieces of skull that the person's death had been near instant. He started to wonder what had led to the tragedy he saw before him as he combed the ruins of the house, searching for something of value. He did this often. Tried to piece together stories out of the evidence left behind for him. Other scavengers warned against it, said it would drive a man crazy. Seth ignored them. He found a grim sort of entertainment in playing detective with incidents 20 years old. Sometimes it was obvious what'd happened, other times it was left a complete mystery and these were the moments that drove Seth mad. He had to try hard not to dwell on the unsolved mysteries he'd discovered. Fortunately, there were usually more simplistic scenes for him to investigate and this took his mind off things.

A quick walk through the house provided him with nothing of real use, so he set to work carefully searching spots that people tended to hide things. Under couches and mattresses, in drawers, etcetera. He continually found nothing, other than some photo albums that he tried not to bother with. Knowing the people that'd lived and died here would just keep him awake at night. He kept searching and searching until he finally found something in a closet. A small lockbox. He spent some time working on prying it open but boy was it worth the effort. Inside was a still new and (likely functioning) Colt Python and a box of .357 Magnums. He pulled both out and inspected the weapon, noting it had a small amount of rust along the barrel. Simply oiling it and locking it up hadn't been enough to save the weapon from the humid air. He withdrew his cleaning kit and oiled the weapon thoroughly, scrubbing away the little bits of rust then disassembling and lubricating every part that needed it. He'd had plenty of experience with revolvers before. They were simpler to create than handguns so they were more frequently found now a days.

Seth calmly loaded a few cartridges into the revolver then tucked it into his belt and shoved the box of ammo into his pocket. It wasn't much, but it was better than just his knife.

Looking out over the vast, dead landscape, Seth let out a sigh. The day hadn't been very productive for him. All this scavenging and nothing to show for it but a revolver and twenty rounds of ammo. He headed back onto the road and started walking again, Tennessee getting further and further away with every step. He'd been in Georgia for a few days now but he didn't plan on stopping just yet. The further away from Ravenwood he got, the better.

"Come along, Roxy. We're almost there." Harper and Roxanne had been traveling for about four hours now on their way towards some ruins that he had heard were undiscovered as of yet, and from the looks of it, the rumors were true. There was a group of ruined buildings sitting alone in the middle of a large amount of what looked like crumbled walls. This might have once been a gated community before the war, but was now just a scorch mark. There were about five buildings out here, far from any type of civilization both pre-war and post-war. The original owners must have been very reclusive. Couldn't blame them, the people of the pre-war were just as bad as some of the psychos of the post-war. They destroyed their own earth for what seemed like shits and giggles. It was because of the pre-war people that he decided to be alone in the apocalypse. It was so he would have less of a chance of mingling with trash and freaks.

With Roxy in tow, Richard stepped past the crumbled gate and tiptoed into the ruins. The five buildings varied in sizes, one being rather small, no more than a one or two bedroom building, probably for the former owner, one being at least three stories high with considerable damage, one being toppled over, another being caved in really bad, and the last one being what looked like a small store. He decided to check out the apartment first. He came up to the door and inched to the windows to peek in and see if there was any survivors, but the scream of a young girl and three shots from a pistol jerked his attention towards the apartment building. He made a quick whistle and had Roxy come very close behind him as he ran for the building where the scream came from as he unsheathed his knife and held upside down.

He got against the wall and moved towards the entrance slowly and peeked in. He saw three bodies, two of which with deep machete wounds in their body, one of which being decapitated, and their clothing torn. The third had several markings and the clothing of one of the "80's" raider tribe and three fresh bullet wounds in his chest. In the corner, having slunk down to the floor and covered her face, was what Harper assumed to be the woman who screamed. She had pulled her legs up to her chest now sobbed to herself. He saw the pistol she used at her side, still smoking.(Check my CS on OOC page 2 for stuff on her) She had dirty black hair and weathered clothing, but was mostly intact except for the edges of her blouse. She couldn't have been older than 16. He didn't want to alert her, but Roxy quickly killed that plan by stepping in and making an aggressive stance toward the girl and made her signature low toned beep.

Harper stepped into pull Roxy away, but the girl in the corner screamed and quickly stood, pistol in hand. Tears streamed down her face as she continued to cry, her voice shaken and terrified. "L-L-Leave me alone! You've already killed my parents! J-Just go away!" Once again, Roxy made an aggressive movement toward the girl and another beep, but Harper stopped her. "Roxy! Down." He held his hands up and stared across the room into the Girl's piercing green eyes. "Relax. I'm not a member of the 80s. Why don't you put that pistol down?" "I d-d-don't bel-lieve you! You b-burned my home, and n-" She swallowed the air and saliva that had gathered in her mouth before she continued "A-and now, your h-here to kill me too!" "No. No I'm not. Here, look." He showed her the knife he was holding at the time and lowered it down to the floor and kicked it towards her. It skittered and slowed to a stop in front of her feet. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. I'm Richard, what is your name?" She held her stance firm as the tears in her eyes started to dry. The gun was starting to get heavy for her, however. "I-I-I-I'm Sophie..." He stepped toward her a bit, keeping his hands up and keeping his pace slow. "Listen Sophie. I'm not going to hurt you, there are no other 80s members here as far as I know." "Stay back!" She shook the gun a little and stopped his progress. She coughed a few times and Harper could tell she was starting to hyperventilate. He could hear her breaths become shorter and shorter. "Take a deep breath and calm down, Sophie. I swear, I won't hurt you." She had heard his words, but she couldn't comply as she fell to the ground. She pointed near the bodies of her parents and started to convulse. There was a brown satchel laying against the wall. Harper ran over to it and opened it up, finding an inhaler. He grabbed it and ran to her side, kneeling down next to her.

Placing the opening into her mouth and pressing down on the button, she inhaled a few times and sat up and gulped again. He offered her his hand and helped her up. "Told you I wasn't going to hurt you." "T-Thank you...Richard..." "Please, It's Harper" He gave her a big wide smile and got a grin out of her. "Now...what happened?"

(Story of what happened will be in her bio)