10:32AM - Overgrown: Act 1
The city glimmered in the morning sunlight, the glass that was left in it's tall spires shining brilliantly throwing colidescope effects across the city rooftops and floor. The metropolitan center was only just waking up, large, flamboyant flowers were opening their petals, mutated deer were grazing the grass in streets and other such creatures were hunting and being hunted, all in all it was a normal day, the few survivors left in the city roaming it's streets and buildings, however at a distance from eachother except a small group of them, who were in the same block.
The morning sunlight fluttered through the grimy windows of the trashed department store, coming down in shafts of dusty illumination. Grahem woke up to the suns warmth on his face - a nice change from waking to things trying to kill him, with a yawn and stretch of his arms he sat up and smacked his lips, surveying his surroundings closely he found nothing was different from last night, his bag was still in it's place, the door was still closed, his mug was by his side, ready to be filled with coffee and a security camera's light was still blinking showing the power was still on. rummaging has hand through his bag he found a box and smiled, pulling it out he ripped the shrink rap from it's surface and read it with a stifled grin.
'O'neil's Instant Coffee', taking a sachet of the grount bean from the box, he returned it to his bag and readied his coffee making equipment, a plain white mug and an empty canteen, 'empty?' he thought to himself disappointedly as he stared into the empty water container, deciding not to sulk about it he got up and walked to the toilet in hope that the taps were still working. Entering the male toilet first out of respect of old rules, going from rusted tap to rusted tap he was repeatedly disappointed by the lack of running water, until that is he got to the last tap, with a shake and a few unhealthy clangs water poured out, none of that crappy, purple tinged, infected stuff but fresh water. Smiling to himself triumphantly he filled his mug and walked back into the main room, opening the coffee sachet with his teeth he poured the contents into the now full mug and sat on a couch and opened up a 4 year old newspaper.
"S- sports huh?"
Whilst reading the moldy newspaper and sipping on Luke warm coffee, he heard the low rumbling -it wasn't hard to not hear it and it was even harder to not recognize it. Lowering the newspaper slowly he gulped, a large snarling beast was glaring at him from across the table in-between them, the timber wolf's yellow wooden teeth were bared at Grahem menacingly, it's amber eyes locked onto him. As he reached for his bag the wolf approached him, the sound of it's rustling leaves and scraping bark echoing off the foyer's walls, he was groping for his cleaver in the bag when he clutched something large and dry, sighing in frustration he gripped the lump of jerky and tossed it in the direction of the wolf, making it chase after the easier food. As the wolf was concentrated on ripping apart the dry meat Grahem bolted off the couch and out of the front door, running down the open street away from the department store.
The city glimmered in the morning sunlight, the glass that was left in it's tall spires shining brilliantly throwing colidescope effects across the city rooftops and floor. The metropolitan center was only just waking up, large, flamboyant flowers were opening their petals, mutated deer were grazing the grass in streets and other such creatures were hunting and being hunted, all in all it was a normal day, the few survivors left in the city roaming it's streets and buildings, however at a distance from eachother except a small group of them, who were in the same block.
The morning sunlight fluttered through the grimy windows of the trashed department store, coming down in shafts of dusty illumination. Grahem woke up to the suns warmth on his face - a nice change from waking to things trying to kill him, with a yawn and stretch of his arms he sat up and smacked his lips, surveying his surroundings closely he found nothing was different from last night, his bag was still in it's place, the door was still closed, his mug was by his side, ready to be filled with coffee and a security camera's light was still blinking showing the power was still on. rummaging has hand through his bag he found a box and smiled, pulling it out he ripped the shrink rap from it's surface and read it with a stifled grin.
'O'neil's Instant Coffee', taking a sachet of the grount bean from the box, he returned it to his bag and readied his coffee making equipment, a plain white mug and an empty canteen, 'empty?' he thought to himself disappointedly as he stared into the empty water container, deciding not to sulk about it he got up and walked to the toilet in hope that the taps were still working. Entering the male toilet first out of respect of old rules, going from rusted tap to rusted tap he was repeatedly disappointed by the lack of running water, until that is he got to the last tap, with a shake and a few unhealthy clangs water poured out, none of that crappy, purple tinged, infected stuff but fresh water. Smiling to himself triumphantly he filled his mug and walked back into the main room, opening the coffee sachet with his teeth he poured the contents into the now full mug and sat on a couch and opened up a 4 year old newspaper.
"S- sports huh?"
Whilst reading the moldy newspaper and sipping on Luke warm coffee, he heard the low rumbling -it wasn't hard to not hear it and it was even harder to not recognize it. Lowering the newspaper slowly he gulped, a large snarling beast was glaring at him from across the table in-between them, the timber wolf's yellow wooden teeth were bared at Grahem menacingly, it's amber eyes locked onto him. As he reached for his bag the wolf approached him, the sound of it's rustling leaves and scraping bark echoing off the foyer's walls, he was groping for his cleaver in the bag when he clutched something large and dry, sighing in frustration he gripped the lump of jerky and tossed it in the direction of the wolf, making it chase after the easier food. As the wolf was concentrated on ripping apart the dry meat Grahem bolted off the couch and out of the front door, running down the open street away from the department store.