Don't Be Afraid [Lokifangirl x faptrap]

[faptrap]

Between the aching of his limbs and the sting of the sand on his brow, one of the few things left uncovered, there didn't seem to be an end in sight. Water pickings, as usual, were slim, and the small canteen on the blond's hip was weighted heavily - something obtained of pure luck. Well, perhaps not luck. After all, he'd wrenched it away from a dying man. But it had certainly been lucky that he'd found him! Thin, wire-framed glasses were perched low along his nose, their lenses scratched and buffed by the sand.

His body was almost entirely covered up, after all, the sun would most certainly fry him if he dared leave himself exposed -- that or a wild animal would have his arm. He didn't have any formal training, but he most certainly had a gun strapped to his chest, and he knew how to use it without flinching. There was a time, not too long ago, that the weak kick from the pistol would have sent him sprawling onto his back. Now all it did was force him to lower his aim again and take another shot. But he didn't really shoot to wound, so it wasn't a problem. The light bits of stubble - that was growing every day - scratched at the star-spangled bandanna covering his mouth and nose, the strange red clown-like mouth curved down into a frown. It looked more comical than he really intended, but it served its purpose. Gloves, a worn, almost tattered aviator jacket with most of the soft, furry areas torn and a number of patches sewn on, though it was more vanity-based than anything, covered him. Long, thick pants were tucked into boots, and with each step across the pale sand, Dorian was treated to his eyes burning and his legs giving silent complaints.

It wasn't until he'd been 12 that he'd had to brave the ruins of the cities - what were once busy, bustling streets were now a wasteland that contained nothing but some ravenous animals and sand. But that wasn't necessarily true. Occasionally, there were shelters not unlike the one Dorian had been brought up in alongside his brother. In those shelters, water and food were stockpiled and it operated in terms of an extended family. Tribes would be a more appropriate moniker, however, because there was constant squabbling between the settlements as to who would get food this time around, or that one was hoarding far too much water. Of course, at such a young age, Dorian had simply assumed that was how things were -- a constant battle his mother fought to obtain water for them. Food was easier to come by, since they'd found that if you were hungry enough you'd eat most anything. That didn't mean children enjoyed eating bark and leaves. No, they relished the meat that was brought to them on occasion.

Catching animals was difficult only because there were so few of them. They were skinny and there wasn't much meat to be had on them, but it was a sight better and more filling than bits of a tree. Roots could only feed you so much, no matter how nutritious they were. By 14 his brother was expected to participate in this gathering and hunting ritual. Unlike these seasoned hunters, his brother was one who didn't care for violence, and though he could eat the meat that was presented to them so rarely, he wanted no part in catching it. Of course, this didn't sit well with the men that had fed him for his entire life, and it was only after forcing him to go on a hunt with them, that they - and Dorian once the news was delivered - discovered just how against conflict the boy was. An animal had dove at him when he'd straggled behind the group, and despite seeing it coming, he'd done nothing to stop it. That didn't stop him from screaming while his flesh was ripped and devoured. Those animals hadn't even had the sense to kill their prey before eating it.

Dorian had been outraged that they hadn't shot the animal the moment it had appeared, and despite him being ten, the men were quick to tell him that if the animal ate his brother, there'd be more meat for them all. Despite the near-depression that consumed his mother, Dorian took it as a lesson, and hadn't forgotten it. You did what you had to, to get what you needed, in the easiest way possible. Letting one be sacrificed for the benefit of all was perfectly viable. And it infuriated the blond at times.

Since then, he'd become entirely more selfish, and had gotten himself lost on his own hunt, two years later. They'd let him come because of his insistence, and who the hell knew how old the kid was anyway? Even his mother was usually too out of it anymore to talk to anyone. No one kept any kind of accurate calendar, and no one knew when a year had passed and when it hadn't. Even Dorian's age now was no different. He had no idea about anything more than a rough estimate to his age. He wasn't 40, but he certainly was no longer a teenager. Puberty had come, beat the blond over the head, and run away like the dangerous monster it was. Dorian hadn't suffered terribly, and his head hadn't been infected with this ideal of working to preserve humanity. There was enough of that going on already, he acknowledged. Besides, it wasn't like he'd be any good at impregnating women anyway. When it came right down to it, he didn't care who his partners were, but sometimes the desire for physical association was unable to be ignored. So he indulged in whatever relatively attractive person was around. Man, woman, old or young, Dorian hadn't ever cared. There wasn't even any morals within him saying that they necessarily had to agree.

Somehow, this place had survived the numerous storms that had plagued them for some time. An old petrol station, the machines long since broken, but it was as good a place as any to find shelter for the day. Traveling in the bright sun was enough to tire most any man out, and traveling by night was a death wish for the brave. Dusk and dawn had become his friends, and with the telling darkness creeping up the sky, he knew it was time to find somewhere he wouldn't freeze to death. Or get ripped apart by an animal. The door was kicked in, though it likely would have offered little resistance otherwise, and the building gave a shudder like it might just collapse on top of him. That must have been why there weren't any telling signs of there being any residents currently, not that he was disappointed. If there was any food to be found here, Dorian was pleased to note that it would be his alone. Sharing wasn't something he was very good at anymore.

He took a seat on the flimsy counter, swinging his legs up as well, the boots clunking as their heels met the wood. There wasn't really anywhere to sleep, but the place had been gutted at some point. So there must have been some reason that there weren't any settlers. Tugging the bandanna down around his neck, the young man tried not to dwell on the possibility of a problem. A long drink from his canteen was dereserved, he felt, and it was upended over his mouth, taking three long swigs before it was lowered. Survival wasn't so hard, he mused, if you didn't care about anyone else making it out alive.

[Lokifangirl]

(Well I'm not going to be able to make that big of a post, I can do 2 praghrags)

Luna a young female yet skilled combat artist was at home that night when the virus had spread into her city. She was alone when it came to the chances she took at family and pets. She left everything she was behind, equipped with a sword, two guns forty rounds of bullets and karate skill. She had been born to fight she had been born to keep herself safe. She walked down the alley ways and smiled to herself with her sword in hand incase monsters dared to attack her. Those monsters where sometimes kids and it killed her to have to kill children.

Luna pressed on walking around her moonlight glowing blue eyes shine, she was unable to be effected by the virus thanks to her mothers quick thinking she had made a cure but as the house was taken over the curse was lost and everything with the cure was gone. She looked around the empty streets she hears a hiss and slashed her sword and killed a male that was infected and walked on faster her eyes shine with hate and furry. She hated this world right now, alone and afraid she was. She hated everything and everyone not knowing who to trust.

[Lokifangirl]

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