No Adults Allowed IC
DAY 1: December 25th, 2014
As children slept, anxiously through the night as they awaited the presence of the Sun to tell them their Christmas presents have been delivered, those that lived long lives and become frail and bedridden suddenly vanish into the night. No warning, no Light at the end of the tunnel, they were just gone. Never to be seen or heard from again. Once the Sun did rise, the world went on as it usually had, children opened and playrd with their new toys, and their parents watch in wonder and awe as the fruits of their loins play with the fruits of their labors.
One young man and his mother had awoken early in the morning, packed their traditional items for their annual camping trip and drove out to Satillite Park, a few miles out of Spokane Washington. The son, Tom Redford slept on the car ride there as his mother drove. When they arrived at their favored spot, yhere was just enough sunlight peaking over the horizon for Tom to set up their two tents, camping stove, two chairs, and once their raft had inflated, he tied it to zome bank branches.
Day 2: December 26th
With Christmas now over, all the fun to be had and the children happily in their beds, unknowingly, more grandparents disappeared. Those in their 80s now no longer existed, sleeping away, they left nothing but their clothes. In some parts of the world, in hospitals, nurses who one second were conversing with patients, now found themselves blinking away their tired eyes and walking away ignorant of the scenario.
Tom and his mother spent Christmas day on the lake, catching a few fish, cleaning and cooking them. Hardly a word spoken between the two, as they wanted to take in nature's everyday beauty.Tom had his R700 rifle packed and tried his hand at hunting, but didnt shoot much as he had a limited supply of munitions packed for the trip.
Day 3: December 27th
In the middle of the night, a 70 year old had gotten up and went to the corner convience store, at the same time a few teenagers were having an all night skate session, and as the Sun rose, showing a red tinted sky, the old man vanished, as did every other old person on Earth. Except this disappearance was caught on camera, now there was proof. Though with proof, there is always those who try and cover up the truth...
Many of the politicians in America now vanish from the physical plane, The Vice President disappearances from his Secret Service detail, the Pope leaves his clothes behind, and many others leave. Almost immeciately, Youtube crashes as videoes of people vanishing pop up, and soon after, The United States President declares a media blackout of the situation...
Listen to the radio, Tom is whittling with his knife as his mother cooks dinner (fish and rice), hearing a plane overhead, Tom looks up and sees it just in time for it to take a nose dive and crash seconds later, miles away.
For the first time, Tom breaks nature's silence, "mom!" he yells, and she snaps to attention, seeing the smoke and fire. "sweetheart, get the phone," she said as she grabbed her keys and the two of them left to her car.
Dailing 911, Tom tried to get a hold of an operator, but was bewildered to hear, "we are expeirencing higher than usual call volumes, please call back at a later time,"
"no way," Tom whispered as his mother drove...
Day 4: December 28th
More people vanish without a single physical trace, seeking answers people flock to their local churches, government offices, or community centers. those 60 years of age and above are no longer with us. The Government is now hanging by a thread, so the President decides to lift the blackout and tell the nation and the world of the dire situation they now face.
In a moment of anger, a bullet is fired in the streets of DC, and the riots begin...
The day before, Tom and his mother tried to reach the downed aircraft, but a few cops, each one as perturbed as the last had turned them back. No firefighters ever reached the scene, so on this day, they simply watched in dismay as the cloud of ash and burning materials grew higher and wider. Throughout the day, they'd list the possibilities of the crash, but deep down Tom felt in the pit of his stomache, that something bad was happening...
Day 5: December 29th
The riots had escalated, police and civilians alike were slain by one another. It had gotten so bad the rioters had gone from lotting to burning buildings, and just danger and fires raged on, cities had eaten themselves alive.
Las Vegas had sinned itself to the ground...
The Capitol of the nation had fallen...
As those 50 years of age and beyond had ceased their existence, all forms of government had flatlined, America was no more.
That day, Tom had woken to find his mother's clothes ownerless. He searched tirelessly throughout the day, even going to the plane crash to find the same fate had befallen the officers. Falling to his knees, Tom had cried like had never cried before. Sure he was a handsome 22 year old fellow, but his mother was the only family he had left in the world...
Day 6: December 30th
40 years old. Gone, just like the rest. A heavy majority of the US Military was gone, if another country decided to invade, they would be met with little opposition. In fact, very little word came from over seas.
New York City had finally fallen, Brookyln Bridge had been destoryed, leaving those left on the Island to their own fates...
Tom had packed up, one eye out for trouble or his mother, and an ear on the radio, even though there was nothing but white noise, and silence...
Driving home, he cried himself almost to sleep the way there. "Where are you mom?" he had asked over and over...
1 Week: December 31st- New Years Eve
30 year olds and above, gone and never to return. In doing so, most of the riots and anarchy had ceased. Though the body of a 32 year old man was found dead in the streets, and by a miracle, a hotshot EMT had saved him and put him into a medically induced coma.
Children and Young Adults alike gathered in their homes, some returned to the churches of their faiths, and awaited their turns.
Tom had spent the day at home, resigned to his fate once he had learned what had occured, and flipped through the tv channels, settling a Denzel Washington old school movie...
Day 8:January 1st- New Years (Year Zero)
As the Sun rose, and people awaited their turns, the Aging Out Event had turned 24 hours, and nobody vanished. Nobody left, butcities burned, people fought for survival. As they should, there wasn't any help coming, they're all in the same boat...
Welcome to The New America. Happy New Year.
Let's have some fun...
Jordan walked along the edge of the destroyed highway, uncaring of where he went and only focused on getting there quickly. After the mass disappearances which had begun only a week ago, the disappearing drivers had caused countless crashes and had forced the roads to close. Originally someone had been planning to clean it up he was sure, but when the cleanup crew had disappeared... well, there wasn't much you could do after that. So Jordan continued walking his aimless path, intent on getting to his unknown location. Jordan stopped walking for a moment to gather his surroundings. At this point he had no clue where he was, he only knew he had been walking for nearly an entire day. Just walking, walking, walking... Never stopping, because he knew that if he ever stopped he would start to think. And thinking meant remembering the very thing he just wanted to forget: everyone he cared about was gone, nothing but a pile of dust now. He would never see them again just like so many people in this stupid, confusing world... What had even happened? Why had everyone disappeared?
"Grah!" Jordan yelled as he fell to the ground. What part about not thinking about it didn't he understand?! As he felt panic rise up in his chest he picked himself up off the road and kept moving. That was the only way to fight the pain: keep moving. He had to never stop, get as far away as possible. There was only one problem; where was he going?
It was morning still, but that didn't matter. Ada was alone, but that didn't matter either. Why was she alive, that didn't matter. Her family were gone, that mattered. She had abandoned her college to spend whatever time she had left with her family. She'd spent the last few hours with her mother and father, hand in hand to say goodbye. Kassie was only 9, she couldn't understand. But the moment they vanished, the two sisters cried. They cried, and they mourned for their loved ones. Kassie wouldn't leave her sisters side. That's why she died. Ada left Kassie, to get groceries, and acted like nothing had happened. But Kassie followed in pyjamas, and collapsed behind Ada. Not matter what Ada could do, her sister was going to join her mother and father. And kissed her cold, cracked lips. And it ended. Her love for anything, or anyone.
Ada walked solemnly along a dusty road, only the despair-full sight of her family dying in her hands. It was her fault.
A dirty backpack rested on her shoulders. And she trailed off. There was no destination. No start. Just a road. A cold, abandoned road.
Clothes lined the streets where people had taken to the streets to start fighting, looting and burning anything or any one they could. These days where now over as all that remained of these people were clothes masses upon masses of clothes that would stay there indefinitely scattered across the streets. The sun had risen on another day but those who remained did not vanish like the others no they were left on this planet alone to live in fear.
Nathan sat on the couch staring at the pile of clothes his farther had left behind days ago. He had done this everyday since his farther vanished often spending hours just staring at them. He was lost without his farther simply giving up and waiting for his fate. The room was silent as he simply sat staring at the pile of cloths his mind ran over every explanation for the weeks events he could think of but nothing seemed to be a good answer. Taking a deep breath he slowly climbed to his feet the floorboards creaked under him and echoed through the empty apartment. He slowly walked over to the window pulling the curtain aside to look outside. The streets below him were quiet just the clothes of those who had vanished lined the streets like shadows of ghosts. Off into the distance fires burned as parts of the city was ablaze.
Frank rode his chopper through the almost empty streets of Seattle as he stops in front of the Hell's Angels clubhouse. This is where the gang used to hang out. Frank gets off the chopper and with slow steps he walks inside. This was once a lively place, full of rock music, strippers dancing, raunchy girls hanging around, beer everywhere, firearms and ammo on the tables and all of the Hell's Angels bikers hanging around having their way. Now this place was nothing but empty and depressing. Frank stops somewhere in the middle of the clubhouse as he takes off his sunglasses and rests them on his forehead as he started to look around. Tears started to invade his eyes but Frank wiped them off imideatly. He goes to the jukebox and selects the song Nothing Else Matters from Metallica. It was his father's favorite song. As the song was playing Frank grabbed a couple of bottles of beer, sat down on the stage where strippers used to dance and he started drinking.
Alicia's eyes were fixed on the television screen, a bowel of Ramen noodles lay untouched in her lap. Only a few channels were up and running, news channels that were being run by a few young workers that remained. Watching it was almost a chore, but there was nothing better to do. There had been no interesting stories in the past 5 hours, just endless video streams of one burning building after another. How long was it going to be like this? Alicia stood up abruptly, causing the bowel to fall to the floor, laying face down on the carpet. She didn't care enough to clean it up; her dad is the clean one of the pair. Or, he was... The young girl shook her head, clearing her thoughts. She decided that she should do something more productive instead of moping around and ignoring her reality. Her gaze traveled to the window, bright blue eyes taking in the street bellow. Rows of unmoving cars lined the road, lacking their drivers and passengers.
"What do you mean, pay to cross!?" screamed Lyle at the burley man dressed in leather in front of him. Since all hell broke lose, and seeing his parents disappear before his eyes, Lyle had decided to leave Seattle immediately. He knew that the government would buckle and collapse, and he need to be somewhere safe so he could think straight, anywhere but a city full of angry people. He had packed up his things from his parents house, and quickly made his way west, to the docks. He had come across a river, but it was choked with boats of all shapes, sizes and conditions. He needed the open sea. Thats when he saw the bridge, and decided to cross it. But he found, to his dismay, that some big, burly men had set up a large barricade, made out of abandoned cars, and were demanding payment for crossing. And it turns out, he had left his wallet at his parents house.
Needless to say, Lyle was having a pretty bad day, so this obstruction was the last straw. He was going to deal with this injustice. "Who do you think you are!" He shouted at the sweaty man standing in front of him. "This is out right robbery! I know you are not working for the stupid government, so you have-" "Hey" the man interrupted, " I don't care. Have ya got the cash or not?"
"Screw you and your damn money!" spat Lyle, and swung a punch right at the mans face. With the hash crack of knuckle meeting cheekbone, the toll man hit the pavement." "Hey, that idiot just hit Edd! Git that fool!" Someone shouted, and Lyle saw the people around him reach into coats and pants, which only meant one thing. They had guns. He immediately jumped off the bridge, and into the cold Duwamish Waterway.
Lyle violently surfaced from the deep, cold water, desperately gasping for air. A second later he heard the crack of the gun shot, then the whizz of the bullet as it barley missed his head and hit the choppy river water, followed by frantic shouts and more shots. He hurriedly began to swim, desperately kicking water and seeing the bubble trail, left by a bullet's high speed entry of the water pass too close to his face.
Tom had woken from a sleepless night on the living room couch, he, like no doubtbly everyone else had cried through the majority of the night. He had kept crying out to what had done this "thing" to trade him in for his mother.
Nonetheless, he had gotten out of bed, showered and made himself a semi healthy breakfast of Cheerios (ironic), and eggs with a side of of organge juice. Halfway through, he realized he'd eventually have to go to the grocery store, and judging by the so few news reports by who were once the company's interns and copy boys, many stores had been ransacked, overrun by rioters, or even burned down. Luckily, there was The Northtown Mall near his home on Crown Street East.
After loading his dishes in the dishwasher and running it, writing up a grocery list, and doing some assorted chores, he took a heavy sigh and grabbed his house keys and locked the front and back doors before setting off.
Trying to ignore the wrecked cars, or those that remained in the mall parking lot, some of which had their engines still running, he crossed the two streets into the parking lot and made his way into the Kohls entrance without trouble, and was hit with an overwhelming sense of eerie as the intercome system played through music fit for a mall on a usual shopping day when it is heavily packed.
Swearing under his breathe, Tom checked his list seeing he needed mostly perishable food items such as eggs, milk, cheese, and those with month long expiration dates.
"Here goes nothing," he said quietly as he walked onwards towards the food court...
Since Lyle had grown up in Halifax, he had spent a lot of his childhood swimming in the stormy Atlantic Ocean, so he was soon far enough away from the bridge to be worth shooting anymore. He saw a small boat with a ladder he could reach, so he swam up to it and clambered aboard. He was thoroughly waterlogged from his unexpected swim, and was starting to shiver as the cold of the water set in. He then realized two things. 1. He would need a change of clothes and 2. He had left all of his stuff on the bridge. He decided to explore the ship and scavenge what he could, and maybe even find someone there. He opened the door to the deck below, and walked into a small, dark, dusty bunkhouse. He grabbed the set of clothes crumpled on the floor, presumedly belonging to the previous owner, and put them on: a stained white t-shirt, a green wool sweater, brown cargo pants, rubber boots and a dull orange toque. He also found $20, a switch blade and a pack of cigarettes in the pocket of the pants. He searched the rest of the boat, and finding it empty, he locked the door to the bunkhouse and then climbed into one of the beds and promptly fell asleep.
Growling in frustration, Jordan stomped his foot. He had finally decided on a destination, which was to get as far away from New York and any survivors as possible, but he couldn't find an efficient way to travel. For the past hour he had been trying to find a car which had enough gas and was undamaged enough so that he could travel, but it would seem that fate had become his mortal enemy. It took away his parents, his sister, and now it wouldn't even let him try and escape those memories by finding a working car! Giving a guttural shout he kicked the current car he had been investigating, causing it to rock back and forth. For the next minute or so, he assaulted the car with as much strength as he could muster. He kicked it, punched it, and even rammed his shoulder into it once or twice, completley uncaring of the fact that it was damaging his body. After a moment he finally stopped, realizing this was only hindering his journey. Picking himself up, he grew determinedand set his jaw.
"No more breakdowns Jordan." He said to himself. "Find a car, get it to work, and leave. Thats your goal, now get to work." With this he continued his search, determined to find a working vehicle so he could escape the wretched city.