Last One Standing

[Sylvengard]

((Ah, my bad. For simplcity lets just say there were candles instead that he had to light.

Oh, my mind is blank. Any ideas?))

 

[Locket]

The night was horrible, as always. The howls of the creatures and the beasts they preyed upon echoed through the skyscrapers, rattling the chambers of her heart. It was nights like these that Wylie hated most. To know that so much death and destruction lurked outside her very door and that she alone was its main focus... Only now, she wasn't alone. Huddled on her bed, Wylie glanced over at the still form in the corner. Whether the girl was asleep or not, she didn't know, but she was grateful for the company. Sorry, Wilson, but you just don't compare.

 

[jelly_bean]

The Justin's blatantly obvious lack of compassion was lost on Owen. Only lily-livered pansies need sentimental reasons for stuff. He thought with an absent-minded shrug. He gave a start when Justin abruptly exited the car, and Owen quickly followed suit. Not knowing what else to do, he followed behind him awkwardly. He winced as the doors slammed shut after them, involuntarily thinking of what it would be like to get slammed upon in such a way.

The main room, or what Owen assumed was the main room, looked something reminiscent of his old apartment, aside from the large stove. Owen never had enjoyed cooking, or even food in general. He simply ate because he had to. Just as he moved to take a closer look at the array of weapons, Justin wordlessly left the dwelling, letting the door bang behind him.
"Hey!" He cried, running after him, and finding the door locked. "Wait!" He shouted, banging on the door with his fist. "Where are you.... going?" The last word was in a much lower tone, as he knew it was pointless.

Talk about cold. Justin had rescued him and now left him to die! Sitting down heavily on one of the ratty couches, he wondered what he should do. Should I stick around? His leaving might have been a signal for Owen to do the same. It was very possible that he would come back and be angry that he was still there, sitting on his couch, breathing his air. However... Owen was pretty sure he preferred facing off to Justin than to the hoardes of monsters lurking outside. I'll just stay until daybreak, then I'm outta here!

 

[Ellesar]

((I completely forgot that I was in this rpg.. I blame finals and DST for me being scatterbrained...))

Sierra wasn't asleep, but she kept her head bowed as she listened to the destruction raging outside. She wondered how anyone would be able to sleep on a night like this, and with a soft sigh, she lifted her head and rested it on the wall behind her. Hearing Wylie's soft movements, Sierra asked softly, "Can't sleep either?"

 

[Locket]

The quiet mountain of a man turned, face stoic. Finally, his lips parted and his first sounds came forth. "You were there." Then he turned again and continued down the narrow downward-sloping concrete hallway. It was implied bluntly in his tone that if Owen had not happened to be there at that time in the way of his revenge, he would have gladly let the stranger die. At the end of the dimly lit hallway was a narrow door, just barely wide enough for Justin to squeeze through. One paw of a hand swung backwards, slamming the door shut mere moments after Owen followed. Behind them, the automatic whirring and clicking of the locking door echoed through the room. Actually, the room was nothing more than a small closet, a tiny space before the next, larger door. This door was the most formidable of all, and when it closed behind the two it was with a bone-jarring boom.

In front of them sprawled a spartan dwelling, the walls concrete with no paint or decoration of any kind. Against the right wall was a monstrous stove, large enough to cook an entire deer. In front of the stove was a navy blue ratty sofa with some of the stuffing sticking out of the cushions. On the opposite wall behind the couch was a gun rack, emblazoned with weapons of all sorts- from rifles to bazookas- with a smaller knife rack beneath. Other than the small rug between the sofa and the stove, that was it. Several doors led off to other various parts of the bunker, but nothing else could be seen.

Justin strode through the left-most door to the left of the stove and slammed it shut.

((He won't be back for a little bit, so make yourself at home))

The Justin's blatantly obvious lack of compassion was lost on Owen. Only lily-livered pansies need sentimental reasons for stuff. He thought with an absent-minded shrug. He gave a start when Justin abruptly exited the car, and Owen quickly followed suit. Not knowing what else to do, he followed behind him awkwardly. He winced as the doors slammed shut after them, involuntarily thinking of what it would be like to get slammed upon in such a way.

The main room, or what Owen assumed was the main room, looked something reminiscent of his old apartment, aside from the large stove. Owen never had enjoyed cooking, or even food in general. He simply ate because he had to. Just as he moved to take a closer look at the array of weapons, Justin wordlessly left the dwelling, letting the door bang behind him.
"Hey!" He cried, running after him, and finding the door locked. "Wait!" He shouted, banging on the door with his fist. "Where are you.... going?" The last word was in a much lower tone, as he knew it was pointless.

Talk about cold. Justin had rescued him and now left him to die! Sitting down heavily on one of the ratty couches, he wondered what he should do. Should I stick around? His leaving might have been a signal for Owen to do the same. It was very possible that he would come back and be angry that he was still there, sitting on his couch, breathing his air. However... Owen was pretty sure he preferred facing off to Justin than to the hoardes of monsters lurking outside. I'll just stay until daybreak, then I'm outta here!

((I completely forgot that I was in this rpg.. I blame finals and DST for me being scatterbrained...))

Sierra wasn't asleep, but she kept her head bowed as she listened to the destruction raging outside. She wondered how anyone would be able to sleep on a night like this, and with a soft sigh, she lifted her head and rested it on the wall behind her. Hearing Wylie's soft movements, Sierra asked softly, "Can't sleep either?"

((Just bumping. I can't think for either right now while I have homework looming. I'll knock it out by tomorrow night at the absolute latest))

 

[Locket]

The Justin's blatantly obvious lack of compassion was lost on Owen. Only lily-livered pansies need sentimental reasons for stuff. He thought with an absent-minded shrug. He gave a start when Justin abruptly exited the car, and Owen quickly followed suit. Not knowing what else to do, he followed behind him awkwardly. He winced as the doors slammed shut after them, involuntarily thinking of what it would be like to get slammed upon in such a way.

The main room, or what Owen assumed was the main room, looked something reminiscent of his old apartment, aside from the large stove. Owen never had enjoyed cooking, or even food in general. He simply ate because he had to. Just as he moved to take a closer look at the array of weapons, Justin wordlessly left the dwelling, letting the door bang behind him.
"Hey!" He cried, running after him, and finding the door locked. "Wait!" He shouted, banging on the door with his fist. "Where are you.... going?" The last word was in a much lower tone, as he knew it was pointless.

Talk about cold. Justin had rescued him and now left him to die! Sitting down heavily on one of the ratty couches, he wondered what he should do. Should I stick around? His leaving might have been a signal for Owen to do the same. It was very possible that he would come back and be angry that he was still there, sitting on his couch, breathing his air. However... Owen was pretty sure he preferred facing off to Justin than to the hoardes of monsters lurking outside. I'll just stay until daybreak, then I'm outta here!

((Taking some liberty here))

Night was steadily shifting, shedding its gloomy shadows in hopes of a new dawn. As always, there were things to do the following day and Justin needed his rest. However, the unexpected visitor was now sleeping in his bed.

Justin had disappeared hours before behind the locked door, hidden away in a room with nothing more than his plans, his weapons, and his video camera. Methodical in every aspect, each detail of the night was dissected scientifically, plotted down in the books to examine later for improvements, charted on the maps, and recorded on tape for his own records... and for posterity? To the human now sprawled on the couch he gave little thought; in fact, Justin forgot about him completely until he trudged back into the great room, drained from his work, and froze for a moment at the unfamiliar form.

Adrenaline pumped through his veins for a slight second in time before he remembered and his heart rate slowed once more. Owen would never know about his second brush with death that night. Rather than softening or dwelling more on this possibly welcome intrusion into his life, Justin instead only felt slight disdain for the scrawny man who was now robbing him of one of his few creature comforts. But instead of lifting the stranger up by one ankle and tossing him in the corner as he was capable of doing, Justin retrieved two blankets from a small cupboard, wadded up one underneath his head and spread the other one over his frame as he laid down to sleep on the cold concrete floor. He was asleep on moments.

~~

Justin could no longer smell bleach. When the white liquid poured from the jug, the acidic smell faintly registered with his nose and then disappeared. It soaked into the ground and trickled across the concrete outside the bunker, glistening in the sunlight. The car from the night before gleamed off to the side, freshly washed and cleaned in ammonia. He had woken up several hours before and had immediately set to work. Coffee, one of those few comforts, warmed his stomach even as his muscles burned. The sound of an axe hacking through wood echoed through empty inner Bronx. What once would have seemed incongruous now merely meant survival. Justin never faltered, even as his shirt grew soaked and the woodpile to his right grew.

Sierra wasn't asleep, but she kept her head bowed as she listened to the destruction raging outside. She wondered how anyone would be able to sleep on a night like this, and with a soft sigh, she lifted her head and rested it on the wall behind her. Hearing Wylie's soft movements, Sierra asked softly, "Can't sleep either?"

"No," Wylie finally replied. "I always have trouble sleeping. I tried sleeping pills once, but I was always too scared of... of being caught unawares to try them again." Under the safety of her blanket, she hugged her lop-eared rabbit tighter. Rabbits were always pictured as the most frightened animal in the kingdom, tying with chickens, yet hers always seemed so peaceful with its black glass eyes and mellow thread mouth. Her grip tightened as One screamed in victory outside the museum. It had probably caught a feral dog or a horse or a bird... But it was close. Very close.

 

[Ellesar]

Sierra shuddered slightly when she heard the scream outside. That was close... she thought as she looked up and around the small room.

 

[Locket]

((Oh dear. I'll get to this, El, promise))

 

[Ellesar]

((take your time. I'm not in any hurry. ))

 

[Locket]

((Once again, I'm not sure how to proceed))

 

[Ellesar]

((next day maybe?))

 

[Locket]

Ohhhhh. The groan in her head escaped through her lips as Wylie slowly found herself awake. The room was still dark due to the lack of windows, but undoubtedly light had long ago graced the outdoors. What a night. As always. The girl sat up and pushed the tousled strands of hair away from her face.

 

[Ellesar]

Sierra had finally fallen asleep with her back against the wall, and her chin on her chest. She was woken up by Wylie's movements, and she slowly opened her eyes and looked up, wincing at how stiff her neck had gotten during the night. Rubbing the back of her neck, Sierra offered Wylie a small smile and said, "Morning."

 

[Locket]

((Hmmmm, I wonder where Role and Less went to...))

 

[Ellesar]

((no idea))

 

[Sylvengard]

((Still here Just drawing a blank.))

 

[NavyGuy7]

((Would... you mind a new character? Maybe one that wakes up from a coma? It would be in a secure location of course.))

 

[Locket]

((Would you explain how that would work? It sounds interesting, but the world went haywire three years ago and all electricity went with it. So no life-supporting machines, etc.))

 

[Lessien]

((I'm here....just drawing a blank....))

 

[NavyGuy7]

http://christianforums.com/t7165946
System start-up.... Completing cryogenic thaw....
Auxillary Power: 7%
Nick wasn't sure where he was.. but he was beginning to slowly return to consciousness.
Before he knew it, however, he could hear liquid being drained, and sharp pains in his arms came and went, as if he were being stuck by something, like a syringe.
A hissing sound could be heard, but it was so harsh to his ears, when in reality it was more of a quiet sound. His ears hadn't heard anything in nearly 2 years, though he was unaware of the passage of time.
Opening his eyes, he winced at the pain of the lights around him. But instead of seeing doctors, or his father, like he'd expected... he saw no one. It was completely empty. It was clean and sterile, as if the room had been undisturbed.
"How long have I been here?" he tried to mutter, but found he was unable to form the words properly. Another syringe stuck him, and he found new strength coming to him.
He was extremely weak, and barely stumbled out of the machine when he felt sure the computer was done with it's biological "maintenance" of his person. He was shocked at first that he wasn't wearing any clothes, but then he remembered. Clothes would have stuck to his skin, and surgery would have been necessary to remove them. The liquid was dangerous enough just being exposed to the skin.
A quick search revealed a bin with his old clothes in it. Quickly donning them, he suddenly felt cold and sick to his stomach. After a few scary moments, he graciously passed out.
Auxillary Power: 2%
When he woke up again, he felt stronger and better than he was before. And this time he was able to remember everything, since his mind wasn't as foggy as it had been.
"I can't function forever on those shots, though..." he said, much more clearly this time. "But where are the doctors?"
He went to the door, and...
...found it locked, with no way to open it.
Searching the desk, he found some batteries, a flashlight, a book on anatomy... and some glasses. Putting them on his face a moment, he realized they hurt his eyes, so he took them off again, and placed them in his pocket. He'd figure out who's they were later.
Auxillary Power: 1%
"IMMINENT POWER FAILURE IN 30 SECONDS..." said a feminine voice from the computer.
Nick thought a moment why that would be, then realized that there were no windows in the room.
"Ack!" he panicked, grabbing the flashlight and installing the batteries before the lights went out.
A clicking sound, like a door opening, could be heard, and he turned the flashlight on. If he hadn't been scared before, he was now. The hairs on the back of his head stood up as he approached the now open doorway.
"No way am I staying here. No way..."
He had to see if there was anyone else. But he feared the worst.
He moved out into the dark hallway, despite the scream rising up into his throat.