"OK How many people are at the apartment building?" Caoro asked she was already starting to walk over.

Gustavus grunted but he was pleased that he did not have to escort so e new stranger that he had no interest whatsoever in getting to know. Gustavus then decided to go back to his room and study literature, history, philosophy and political theory.

"8 apartments have been claimed. But don't worry there are still plenty to choose from. I haven't been able to replace the matteress in all the rooms, but other then that they are clean and in reasonablely good condition." Liz explained. Eventually they would have to expand beyond the apartment building, but for now it was safe for them all to be close."

Caoro nods and walks to the apartment building.

With the other off scavaging Liz is left to her own devices. It is weird to be in charge of some many people. But she was detrimined to make sure that humanity didn't disappear. The group she had wasn't the best group, but they were the ones she had to work with. Some how they have to work together to survive and rebuild the world.

Micah
I step into the room and sit on the bed next to her
"I'm sorry I pissed you off, but we need to earn the other's trust, we can't rebuild society if everyone hates each-other. Plus, if you get pregnant we can't have the baby getting sick, we need healthy children and drug use can fuck someone up."

Chantelle sat up and stared at him with a half smile on her face.
"Yeah I know but I don't want to become boring. I cant focus. My routine has been the same every single day since the shit happened. "

Micah
"We'll just have to get you a new routine."
I say with a smirk

Chantelle lay back down and groaned.
"Not even a sneaky bit of fun tonight. Your not getting my car keys so my booze is safe in my hands."

Juan is regard Marco as of high. "Ah man of action as wells! I am liking the styling of you. World is need of man of actions and not the poets haha! I am the boxer before the plague. Have you ever done the boxing?" Juan is ask of Marco to further the bonding and talks.

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John nodded at Lily and he set out down the street towards the east, the way he had come from. He assumed that anybody who wanted to come would be following. This would give him a good chance to get to know people.

Sky followed John silently keeping her hand close to where her dagger and pistol lay on her hip. She pulled out sunglasses she had with her and put them on shielding out the bright sun from her emerald eyes.

Caoro looks around in the apartment building and chooses a room with the normal accommodations, then she went back to the warehouse.

John looked over his shoulder and saw there were a few people following him. He slowed down a bit and fell into step with one of the other scavengers, a girl with sunglasses on. "You know this whole thing might be a bit nicer if we get to know each other. I'm John," he said, extending his hand to hers. John had always been good with people. That had changed when this happened. Now he was more of a, point-a-gun-in-your-face kind of guy.

"Sky" She said simply, yes she was glad that she was having actual human communication right now but what is the point in making new friends and caring for all of them when you will be leaving soon to find your family. Sky felt that distance was better for her.

John nodded. He could sense Sky didn't really wanna talk much. He was ok with that. So instead of pushing the subject of getting to know her, he kept pace with her, silently walking.

Gustavus after several hours emerged from his room with bits of paper with writing, scribbles and other incomprehensible things. Gustavus had spent his time writing anew code of laws, a charter, a roster of jobs and who should do them and a page on who should repopulate with who, how many kids they should have and other things so incest will not happen anytime in the future.

Present Day:
Today it was quite gloomy, the sun was no where to be seen; hidden behind the clouds large body. The cloud acted like a blanket, making light difficult to sear in. The lamps were on, the wind was nothing more than a gentle breeze. Afar from the warehouse was a city, within that city stood a figure. This figure had worn a soldiers jacket; from his previous life. This jacket was bound to his soul, as were his white combat pants and his combat shoes. He always wore gloves to negate his uncontrollable abilities, his blond hair rustling in the wind, the tail of his jacket mimicking it's venture. He had his hands trudged deep within the comforts of his pants. It was warm to him, he stood upon the buildings top and held the flyer over his head, looking at it through whichever light he could see it through. His ocean blue gaze was luminous as though a streaming fissure was passing through them; this was a clear sign of the immense abilities travelling through him. On his waist was his trusty keepsake handed to him from his very own mother; dropping one of his hands upon the hilt, it became tilted; allowing the weight of the arm to rest onto it. At this moment the frame lit up, this was due to the lamps light reflecting off of it. Written on the frameworks was a signature of some sort...it stated '' The will for which me kin holds, is better than a bottle of rum.'' His predecessor at one point was a pirate, another life; another saying. Axel oceanic orbs strayed from the flyer and down onto his sword to which he called Viola; his mothers name. This initiated a wave of memories from his past life along with his mothers death.
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New England: 1600's The downfall of the Drachma Lord.

It was bright and sunny in the forest of Lore. All seemed quite tense, the atmosphere emanating both fear and will. In the background, Lore was inflames; the people running around in terror, the castle at the hilltop was destroyed; the stone walls around it completely fractured for an opening. The man who was running, carried a cane. He had dark hair, his eyes were a crystal purple, his crown was emanating a red glow from it, he wore a dark robe and linen shoes. His eyes exposed his emotions, terror; the will to survive. His name was Iago, the Drachma Lord. He was being pursued by another man, this man seemed familiar. Blond hair, soldiers jacket, white cargo pants, boots and gloves. He was catching up to the man, using branches to swing his being closer and elevate him into a roll.

Unfortunately for Iago, there came a dead end. Nothing but rocks blocking his pathway. Stopping before it, he composed himself; raising his hand to russle through his hair. He took a deep breath in and out and awaited the man. The other man finally reached the dead end as well. He began approaching Iago's complexity, his moody demeanor gave off an edge of intolerance. His visage gave off a dangerous message. Iago began to panic at this point, what else could he do but to beg..'' Axel, I begeth of thou spare my life and my loyalty shall only be spared unto thou.'' This didn't phase Axel in the least bit, he continued his walk towards him; dropping his hands onto his bow and arrow, he held it to the man. '' I can give thou power! I can give thou gold! I can give thou all the unstained hags in the seven lands! I can grant thou immortality.'' Axel now pulled back the string of the bow, along with the arrow and spoke calmly. '' Only God can grant immortality. You will pay for your sins.'' Releasing the string, the arrow whizzed along the edge and passed through the air with ease; hitting past particles and soon impaling the man through his throat. His blood splattering everywhere. But now the scenery shifted and changed.

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Present Day:

Axel now dropped the flyer and jumped from the buildings edge, spinning his body around; his legs kicked off of the wall and allowed him to propel through an opening into a car and fall into it. Sighing irritably, he pulled out his key; this key would unlock absolutely anything apart from a broken lock. Pushing it into the car, he twisted it to the end. It seemed he was in a BMW F10. He revved it up and hit the acceleration; the cars tailing spun from side to side before whizzing off into the horizon of that city. For now, we all know where Axel was headed. To the warehouse.

She sat up from her little makeshift bed and stared out into the forest, her eyes listless and heavy. She opened her mouth and produced a small yawn as her arms reached for the sky, stretching. She twisted and stretched a bit before taking in a deep breathe of the fresh air and opening her eyes. Her eyes were clear and forward facing, ready to take whatever the day may hold. She smiled and began to gather her things. She took everything out of her tent, the flyer, her bag of small provisions, her camera, her clothes, her shotgun, and her books. She didn't have much, but she couldn't afford to lose any of it. She packed it all up in her backpack save for the flyer, her shotgun and her camera before breaking down the tent. When it was broken back down, she stuffed it into the backpack as well and then picked up the flyer, the shotgun and camera, slinging the camera strap, as well as the gun's strap, over her neck.

As she walked, the camera bounced slightly against her stomach. She pulled the camera to her face and turned it on as she spotted a small little blue bird sitting very nearby. With a small voice and soothing sound, she began to hum the tune to a song she'd heard before the 'Fall of Man.' Well, that was what she called it anyway. She snapped the shot just before the bird flew far away. Looking down at the captured shot, she smiled. Well, that one was a keeper. On the screen of her camera was an image of the blue bird caught in the action of fleeing, its wings outstretched as if it were floating mid air. She let out a small little laugh and kept walking.

To say Emily was a day-dreamer would be an understatement. As she walked, she began to sing a song she remembered. It was called... Royals? She couldn't remember who the artist was, no one really ever could anymore. After all, who cared to?

"And we'll never be Royal... duh nuh nah nah nah nah." She sang, as she slowly got more and more into the song. Soon, she was dancing slightly as she walked. She kept this up for a while, singing whatever songs she could remember. Some day, she needed to find an old computer or something and an MP3 player with some headphones and listen to some of it again. She'd always been a fan of music...

It was about an hour later when the forest finally cleared and Emily could see the warehouse mentioned in the distance, people already around it. She sighed. I really hope this isn't some sort of trap to get stupid little loners to come and get attacked. I'd really rather not have to shoot anyone unless I really have to anyway. With that heartache over, she began the decent down the small hill towards the others, a small smile on her face. She was, after-all happy to see others that looked relatively nice.

Caoro looked around in the trees lining the warehouse when she saw a girl she reached for one of her knifes. "Hello there." She yelled hoping to draw her attention.

Emily looked up to a girl holding a knife, yelling at her. She blinked. Well, she couldn't really expect much. Of course she'd be suspect. She took in a deep breath and then released it, producing something akin to a hissing sound. She smiled and waved at the dark haired girl. "Well, hello." She yelled back as she got closer. She stopped just a few feet from her and smiled, rocking back on forth on her heels.

"Hey. I'm Emily. I'm looking for the owner of this flyer." She told the girl, handing her the flyer. God, I hope this isn't a freaking scam. She thought inwardly, trying her best not to show it on her face. Her face held the warm smile calmly as she looked toward the girl. She couldn't be much older than Emily if at all. With her camera still on, she turned to look at the warehouse and walked over. Smiling, she lifted her camera once again and took a shot of the warehouse. She looked down to see what she'd gotten. Eh, not bad. The lighting was pretty good.