The ground had just gotten dry from the most recent rain and it was one of the rare moments when it was peaceful in most places after almost days of storms. But not everywhere. Cities on the east coast ruined, the fires of the past long since doused and the ash settled into the ground with a mixture of blood. A lot of blood had been spilled everywhere, before and after The Reaping, a lot of pain and anguish too. Although it was more peaceful than it had been for days, it was nowhere near safe. Lumbering, muscle bound mutants prowled the country and unfortunately some found a prey. If they were lucky they would either escape them, have them cave their head in at first or have a spare bullet in their guns for them to eat or they'd face hours if not days of agony before being eventually devoured. The world was a nightmare and there seemed to be no end to it except for a few brief moments of respite.
What's left now? Ruins. Ruins and corpses. What's there to do other than to survive and rebuild? How can we rebuild after what happened? How can we survive with everything stacked against us? Well, all I know that we got to or there is no point, is there?
Within the small town of Rosen, Lucas looked up at the sky and smiled. It was the first time in days since the sky wasn't murky gray, utterly black or any other dark color. This day it was just gray with patches of blue. It usually never rained like that and there was no need for gasmask or the such. He ran his fingers through his black hair and once over his cheek. He hadn't had a shave in a while and it was rough and very itchy. A bitch when wearing the stuffy gasmask. In his other hand he held his primary weapon, a double barreled shotgun, sawed off and loaded with 12 gauge slugs. On an ax was strapped, bloodied from previous use. At his hip was his favorite weapon, his pistol and near that was another one of his favorite, a karambit knife. A small thing but he liked it.
He was a part of a small group that had just managed to take shelter in a warehouse in Rosen. There was little to scavenge in it but it was a defend-able position and great cover against the rain. The doors were sturdy except for one that couldn't be closed properly so someone always had to guard it and be ready to make some noise if everyone was awake or sneak to them if a mutant would wander inside. The group still had food but restocking would be most welcomed by now.
The warehouse was well inside the town and looking back and forth the streets seemed to be clear. Lucas walked back inside and confronted the group. "Morning, lazybums. I hope you all had a nice sleep" He said to the group, smiling his never faltering smile. He felt oddly optimistic, seeing the psudo-clear sky as a sign of good things to come. "Hope ya'll are ready for some scavenging cuz we will need all the supplies we can get" He added as he grabbed one of his own water bottles and took a sip. "So get yer asses off the floor and give the merciless the middle finger as we survived this mad storm"