Survival Apocalypse (IC)

[kzkskippy]

Malcolm was avoiding the freeways. As far as he could tell, every single one was jam-packed with cars, bumper to bumper, honking impotently as far as the eye could see. Mal had no more intention of joining the gridlock than he did of stripping himself naked and rolling in broken glass. As far as he was concerned, everyone on those freeways was going to die when the waves hit.

He chewed his lip as he wove his way down the small roads and out the city limits. All the neighborhoods he passed on the way seemed to be deserted, like seeing something in a third world country, or those pictures of the aftermath of Chernobyl. The playgrounds were abandoned, and he imagined the kids to which they belonged were probably waiting to die on the freeways, condemned by the parents who'd sought to save them.

Of course, his own personal chances of survival weren't much better in the long run. Of course, he'd probably be able to make it into the mountains long before the impact came, but he'd lost all his gear. He had no food, no fuel, no tent. He was lucky enough to grab his rain gear and fire-starters before his apartment burned down.

Mal mulled his options over in his head as he turned onto the first road into the mountains. A lot of people might have been content to stand and die with their civilization, but he wasn't one of them. Not only did he intend to survive the initial chaos, but he was going to survive it all, and rebuild his world in defiance of this whole cosmic joke. Death was going to get him in the end, but it would be one hell of a fight... which meant dignity was just something he could not afford.

With that in mind, there was really only one option left if he wanted food and hopefully some gear to tide him through the first few days. Looting. There were several houses up here in these mountains, private retreats built by rich people overlooking the city. Malcolm always assumed it was so they could look down on all the puny mortals beneath them. Anyway, one of those houses was bound to have at least some canned goods, if not some kind of tent or fishing gear. At least something.

He pulled into the next driveway he came upon and came to a stop in front of a colossal new-style cliff house that must have cost a kings ransom. Considering how unstable this realty was about to become, he fervently hoped that they'd had the sense to evacuate. Of course, he was hoping even harder that they'd left behind something for him when they did.

There was an expensive BMW in the driveway. An expensive toy that, when combined with the stately house, seemed even more gauche when back lit by the burning city. The owners had probably shown some sense and abandoned it for a more suitable vehicle. Besides, it was the only car here. A place like this couldn't possibly have less than six cars parked in front of it... unless it was abandoned.

For a brief second, he had the absurd urge to put the expensive car in neutral and roll it over the cliff just to see it bounce. The mental image dragged a grin out of him for the first time today as he locked his cat in the car and walked up to the front door, crowbar in hand.

The front window smashed without trouble... Jeez, the door wasn't even locked. Way to go Malcolm, he thought to himself, your viking ancestors would be proud. Remember, pillage, then burn. Order is important.

[Ubermensch]

Lester grumbled, "Oh bloody hell. These people are idiots." He then decided that getting out of the area would be better. He needed to leave before it's too late. The coast can produce tsunamis and he thought that going in the Northeast direction would be a better idea. Fortunately, he still had his sawn off shotgun and fifteen shells with him. If any of the Sweeney, crazy people, or soldiers try to give them trouble, everything above their shoulders will become a fine red mist.

Getting out of the coast is now his last resort. The aspiring med student now might return to his past as a violent criminal, albeit reluctantly, to survive. He was familiar with the state of Vice City, Nevada. Crossing the borders might heighten his chance of survival with the direction he is going. He planned to cross the Nevada and California borders if absolutely needed. Nevada could be a safer place than California, relatively speaking.

[Orias1992]

The sun is now setting as the stars seem to come out, having turned from the view of the asteroid it all seems surreal like a dream, but on the other side of the globe the threat was growing. The asteroid now closer than before, the tail of it shooting away from the sun made it looked like it had wings but the U.S. could not see it, the visual horrors were for the rest of the globe for now. The threat was not gone, all the government officials and police had gone. Anarchy and chaos now the governing force, mass suicide cults sprung to life all over the place. Poisoning themselves and children all to be spared and ride the stars into the oblivion. How prepared are you what have you done? ~12 hours to impact.~

[Ubermensch]

Ryan continued to press on. He intended to stay away from the coastal area. Taking the safety off his weapon, he was ready to kill anyone or anything in the way. He intended to stay away from the impact's after effects. City areas are the worst as they are home to earthquake dangers. Tsunamis aren't very good either. Fortunately, he realized the farther from his position and the asteroid's target he'd go, the less he'd get the radiation he feared.

OOC: His shotgun resembles this.

[reepil]

why, when I'm not high, do I feel that..my life.. is missing something?

Reece nodded his head to the beat of his favorite song, blasting through his headphones.

I..know that I..must be high..so..that I, can function.

The embers in his bowl flared as he drew in a deep toke. He lifted his head to check out the cartoons that were playing, muted, on his tv screen. A silent chuckle escaped his lips.

I'm damned if I do. I'm damned if I don't. Holla "Fuck the world" with a chest full of smoke!

He could feel the phone in his pocket vibrating, although he suspected it might be one those ghost vibrations where you just think you feel it but really it's just your mind playing sick games with you. Reece shoved his hand into his pocket and yanked his phone out anyways, just to pique his curiosity. It turned out to be a text message from one his homeboys at the laundry mat. "Dude! Worlds ending and shit. Crazy ass party at Brads in the mountains. You need directions? Bring yo' shit too bro." Reeces' face contorted slightly into an expression of disgust. He took another hit from his pipe and set it on the ash stained coffee table in front of him. He then flipped out the keyboard from his phone and began to reply.

"Brads house? Man fuck that arrogant prick. I'll go so I can have an excuse to trash his house up."

Reece flicked his wrist and closed the phone, setting it on his lap so he could return his attention to his bowl. A smirk ran across his face as he imaged demolishing Brad's house with a wooden baseball bat. Fuckin' ass-hole. He's one of those snobby pretentious rich cunts who get everything they wan't and don't care about who gets fucked over in the process. Oh God... I bet a hundred retards just like him are going to be there. But then again, Shadow is hittin' it up so it cant be all that bad. Reece let out billows of smoke as he exhaled deeply. Either way, I'd better get good and stoned before I head that wa-

Reece's brain clicked. What did that text message say? He snatched the phone from his lap and double checked the message. Dude! Worlds ending and shit. What the heck does that mean? Reece hadn't gotten a reply from Shadow yet. He set his pipe back down and began to write another text. "Dude what do you mean by, "The worlds ending"? U stoned too bro? lol Reece sent the message with anticipation boiling within himself. Still grasping the phone, He lifted his head up to check on his cartoons. He saw instead, A news scene with a super chill cowboy hoisting his feet on the counter. His lips almost matched the words of the verse Reece was listening to. "Trippy" Reece thought out loud.

Still no reply from Shadow. He's probably already there, gettin' wasted or something. Reece combated his laziness and finally claimed victory, Outing his pipe and getting off of the couch. It's just a short drive from here. I'll be safe bringin' my shit. Reece quickly assembled all of his gear: pipe, papers, sack, lighter. Just the essential, most sacred relics of stonerdom. He dropped his equipment into a jumbo-sized ziplock baggy and crammed it into the black hole that was his hoodie pocket. He then proceeded to snatch his truck keys from the bar-stool next to his front door and headed outside.

What the...

Not a soul around. It was around eight o'clock. At this time, people from all over would head out to their stoops and drink beer, smoke pot or the like. But this? Not even a car in sight minus the one's on blocks. "There's gotta be some shit goin' on downtown or somethin'." He would pass part of downtown on his way to the mountains. Reece, still with a confused expression on his face, hopped into his 1973 GMC pickup truck, backed out of his driveway, and headed to the party.

Holy.....shit....

This was hands down the wildest phenomenon that Reece had ever encountered. Traffic congestion was horrible, but some people were just taking the shoulders to God knows where. As Reece passed the slum district of downtown, he noticed that literally every store on every block was either empty or being ransacked. Rioters out in the streets, religious fanatics flailing bibles around like nobodies business. He even saw people fucking..FUCKING, right in front of the Krispy Kreme. The exit he was supposed to take was coming up now, and Reece couldn't get there any sooner. He hated chaos, at least he did when he was as stoned as he was at that moment. All this time though, the only words that flashed through Reece's mind were.."Dude! Worlds ending and shit." The house was close now. Forget the damn party, Reece just wanted to reach some altitude!

Well, this really was no surprise at this point. As Reece pulled into the driveway of the upscale mansion he noticed that only one car accompanied him. An egg-white BMW with a rag-top. That's not Brad's car. Is this even the right house? Reece slid out of the bench seat of his truck and began walking towards the house, to scope the place out. All the homes in this area looked pretty unique, and Reece was almost certain this was the house. As Reece walked around Brad's giant house, perched atop the most expensive real estate in the county, that familiar feeling began to creep up his spine. Fucking arrogant asshole! Pretentious prick! Fucked me over like that and how has he paid for it? Among all these hateful thoughts was one that Reece heeded particular interest in. Burn it down. Reece thought of the giant glass doors that lead out to the pool and patio in the back. How easy it would to smash in with a good sized rock and wreck havoc on the place. The lights looked like they were off, nobody was home probably. That BMW was most likely on of Brad's extra, extra cars, in case his extra car broke down for some reason. Reece headed to the patio in the back only to find a drunk chick in a zebra skirt facing the city on her knees. Reece's first instinct was to book it. He noticed though, how surprised she was, how set aback she was by the situation she was witnessing down below. Who was this chick? She glanced over at him, her hoop earrings dangling as her head moved. Well, too late to run now. Reece thought, so he vocalized the first thing that came to his mind, in a desperate attempt to snuff this awkward situation.

"So, um...This is Brad's place right? I uh.. assume the big parties been cancelled? What are you doing here exactly?

[Aurielle]

She fled back to the attention of the television where some science geek was spouting out more than she could fathom…

“…the nearly ten kilometer iron asteroid is decidedly not from our solar system; its an exosolar object in origin, perhaps from a nearby star passing close to ours in the past. But, now, we realize that the high-density asteroid has fragmented into quarters of unequal size. The fragments are designated Ganesha, Kartikay, Parvati and Shiva, after the Hindu god of destruction’s family.”

“Each has a huge diameter: Fragment 1 (Ganesha) is 1.2 kilometers, Fragment 2 (Kartikay) is 2.3 kilometers, Fragment 3 (Parvati) is 1.7 kilometers and the largest, Fragment 4 (Shiva) is 4.6 kilometers wide. Respectively, the fragments will impact Boa Vista, Brazil; Puerto Carreno, Columbia; Bogota, Columbia; and, in the Pacific Ocean east of San Critobal islands, Honduras.

Seismic events would ripe across the surface of our planet with successive earthquakes of 8.8, 9.4, 9.1 and finally a mega-devastating 10.0 striking last. Fiery debris thrown from each of the tens of miles in diameter craters at the impact sites, culminating in a massive sea-crater in the Pacific Ocean one hundred thirty miles in width.

The resulting firestorm would occur between 20.6 and 54.4 minutes as successive waves of debris ejecta rained hot from the sky after each impact. Not to mention that the last impact, the Shiva impact, would send the greatest tsunami wave rippling since the extinction of the dinosaurs.

Wind blasts ranging from 58 to 82 decibels occur over the course of three to eight hours from the air blast effects. Then come days and weeks of acid rain and the ensuing darkness that will probably change the former world that we knew…forever.

There you have it! Please take shelter immediately! Prayer for the survival of our race, our planet, and the species of bio-diversity to carry on…”

Angelica faltered and fell in the living room floor of the idyllic home, wondering if it was more haven or tomb. Below, in the background and to the south of the mountainous Sylmar, California geography in the lowlands of Los Angeles lay the hordes of panicked citizens, scattering, screaming and trapped against the fray by one another.

She remembered the repetitive drone of the television and the hypnotic messages and dire forecasts recorded and repeated against her subconscious. They she laid, for hours before her intoxicated state automatically, numbly thrust her instinctively to a back bedroom and remembered some guy helping her awkwardly to a bedroom where she collapsed from the horror on a bed. For the time being, she retreated into nightmarish sleep.

[reepil]

"Fuck me! Fuck fuck fuck me!!

Reece paced back and forth between the patio and the bar, sucking down the sixth cigarette from the pack he had found next to the ashtray on the bar. A feeble attempt to calm his nerves, which by now were near their breaking point. He was still juggling thoughts about the details concerning the asteroid he had seen on tv, and his insignificant life whose memories were passing before his eyes.

Only about six or seven hours until the initial impact. He still had to do something about Angelica, who was passed out drunk in the back room. Even though she is Brad's girlfriend. One of the few details besides her name that he could comprehend through her drunken ranting. That didn't matter at all at the moment to Reece though. She was probably just one of many, an extra extra girlfriend, just in case his extra broke down.

He'd have to sober her up as much as he could before any other action was taken. She's useless in the state she's in now. Cigarette clenched in his teeth, Reece dashes to the kitchen behind the bar and frantically searches for the coffee grounds.

He finds them in the cabinet right above the coffee machine itself, and has to stop for a moment to read the directions on how to make the stuff. It was a special kind of coffee machine with a special kind of coffee made just for that one machine, some real fancy gourmet shit.

Cream? Sugar? Naw fuck it, black it is.

He made quite a mess preparing the coffee but it came out well enough. Reece poured himself a glass, butted his cigarette and began sipping it.

This is a start, but it won't get her completely sober nearly fast enough.

Reece pondered for a moment, checking random cabinets and trying to recall any other home remedies for sobering up. He vaguely remembered an article he had read about how eating foods with...he struggled to remember the exact word..fructose in it really aids the process.

"Hmmm...fructose, fructose" He mumbled as he rummaged through the large pantry in search of a foodstuff with the proper ingredient.

"Aha! He exclaimed, as he ripped the top off of a box of fig newtons, crammed his hand inside and grabbed a fistful of the soft cookies.

Satisfied with his efforts, Reece headed into the backroom where Angelica was asleep; a fistful of newtons in one hand, a tall mug of coffee in the other.

She was sprawled out on the king sized bed in such an inappropriate fashion; one leg hung off the bed while the other was bent in such a way as to send her miniskirt riding high up her thighs. Several thoughts of immorality couldn't help but grace Reece's mind, but there was no time for such thoughts during a situation as dire as this.

He used his forearm to clear the bedside table of debris before setting his things upon it. Reece then began to shake Angelica by the shoulders firmly.

"Wake up! We gotta get the hell outta dodge man!

She slowly came too, hand flying instinctively to her probably pounding forehead.

"Hey sorry 'bout that. Look you gotta sober up, like right now."

He proceeds to hand her the coffee from the nightstand.

"Here, drink this! Quick. I got some stuff for you to eat too that should bring you back to earth."

[haribo01908]

"Fuck me..fuck me...fuck me" Harry muttered over and over again as the radio continued to report about winds, earthquakes, firestorms, 5different meteors named after gods and finally darkness. He switched the radio of with his fist wanting to block the whole world out. He turned into the freeway expecting to get to civilisation and then immediately braked, shit, no fucking way was he staying in that crap he thought. Looking up at the hundreds of cars gridlocked infront of him, he reversed back into the turning knowing there was only one place left to go, the mountains.

He drove round the deserted streets noticing the empty houses and dead parks. Places which people classed as home would soon be destroyed by a freak meteor. Tears dared to form in his eyes as his brain tried to confirm that in 12 hours he would die. The thought made Harry push his foot down harder and after a while he had made it to a fucking massive house which lay behind a BMW. Harry noticed the structure straight away, expensive oaks and mahoganys aswell as triple glazed windows and CCTV. Whoever made this was not constricted by the usual government budget. Calculating silently to himself he estimated that the house itself wouldnt come far off the 3 million dollar mark. Shit.

He entered round the back noticing another guy who looked stoned lounging around the back yard muttering about some obnoxious cunt and a party. Harry walked in noticing the coffee beans spilt over the counters and opened drawers which behold lots of food. Harry heard shuffling in the bedroom nearby an peaked in to find a drunken girl, who was surprisingly pretty, and a young man who held biscuits and coffee. Home sweet Home Harry thought mockingly heading for the 44" inch plasma tv. He lay down upon a leather couch and switched the tv on. Once again he was welcomed with yet another fucking emergency broadcast. He switched it off.

[kzkskippy]

Mal ducked into the kitchen as the first visitor came blundering in the door. For some reason, the rather scruffy young man didn't seem alarmed by the broken glass lining the entryway. He just danced through, completely oblivious. In a moment, Malcolm could smell the reason: cannabis.

Lovely, the owner of this place was a pothead. Mal could hear Mr. Pothead talking at someone, but he couldn't hear a reply. Mr. Pothead came blundering back into the kitchen and Malcolm dropped between two barstools and froze. Somehow, the man didn't see him, and merely rummaged around in the cupboard, grabbed some cookies and left. This was one hell of a time to get the munchies.

I, he breathed silently, Am a ninja. Immediately, he heard another person enter through the back door and plop down on the couch. The TV came on to one of those annoying emergency noises. Right about now, Mal was getting pissed. What the hell was this? Why was the only house he had decided to rob suddenly happy house party central? How was this happy play time, all of a sudden?

And how in hell was he supposed to loot the place if people kept getting in his way? An answer came abruptly to mind as his pistol dug into his gut. Huh, I'm robbing the place. Might as well take the next logical step, he thought.

Malcolm took a deep breath, tried to drop into his best "bad guy" impression and rounded the corner, gun in hand. He became acutely aware that the little .22 in his hand had been designed to look "futuristic" and so looked about as threatening as a squirt gun. He decided to make it clear that it wasn't a toy.

He shot the tv. Loudly. "Ok you fucking lunatics, run for your lives! I'm trying to rob the place here, so you could at least be suitably appreciative!"

[Aurielle]

PRELUDE:

"So, um...This is Brad's place, right? I uh…assume the big party’s been cancelled? What are you doing here exactly?

“Ah…oh, I think I’m gonna be sick!” Angelica hugged the rail but held onto her dignity as well. “And it ain’t from the alcohol. I really need to lie down. Seriously!”

NOW:

The guy forcing coffee on her was persistent and maybe that was a good thing but unfortunately, due to by virtue of being born a woman, the alcohol allows hit harder, too less to do the trick and lasted WAY too longer. Plus, the strength of the coffee smell was making her all the more nauseated.

“What’s all this broke glass! Oh, my God! Brad’s gonna be so pissed!” she stated the obvious. “Oh, my God! Who’s this guy! He’s got a GUN!”

He shot the television. Loudly. "Ok you fucking lunatics, run for your lives! I'm trying to rob the place here, so you could at least be suitably appreciative!"

Angelica flung the coffee mug while simultaneously assuming the ‘We Give Up,’ stance. Naturally, this was the absolute last thing she had in mind would be happening.

“Hey, look, we don’t want any trouble,” she muttered. “But, ah…I guess you can have whatever. Its not mine.”

Then, she muttered to her Good Samaritan coffee-maker, “Look, let’s just let him have the stuff ‘cause we might be alive in a few hours to worry ‘bout it.”

She was not sure that her new benefactor was interested or now but her mind was rambling and she need to talk to keep her anxiety in check.

“I heard something on the TV about earthquakes but that doesn’t make any sense. Even if these asteroids or comets or whatever hit South America, won’t the earthquakes be localized within a few hundred miles? So we’re safe, right? I mean safe, expect for the tsnumai and flying debris?”

Angelica was not satisfied that this whole robbery thing was going to go that fast but maybe. She was going to be swimmy-headed for quite a few hours but she was sure that some essentials needed to be ferreted from the residence and then somehow, some way, they needed to retreat to higher ground. Even here in the foothills on Santol Drive in Sylmar did not seem cozy at the moment.