End of Days discussion

It is the end of days, which for many is only the beginning... In a universe where society has gone to hell, but the earth abides, lone survivors of the apocalypse slowly begin to band together or wander alone through the desolate wastelands of decaying cities and along bone strewn paths. Some cling to ancient aspects of our lost societies, others create their own and begin to make a new world in which they and their children can survive. This is where our story begins...

((I have decided that we will have a VERY sparse population, you will not run into a lot of people, except for other characters in the game and the occasional NPC - played by yours truly or another moderator. Looting is totally acceptable, and you should be able to find most things that you want, although there are no guarantees that they will work. Game-wide events that effect most or all characters will be made up by myself or other moderators.))

((Do you kill characters at all??))

Chapel stands at the top of a hill overlooking a ruined city below. She stands with her hands on her hips and her long blond hair blowing out behind her in the light breeze that comes up from the plains below. She doesn't see any immediate signs of danger, so she walks back over to her motorcycle, kicks the motor into gear, and begins down the winding road into the city - heading for the first grocery store she can find.

((I don't know, I might! We'll see. Since you're one of the first people to join, would you like to be a moderator?))

Ren is driving along a dusty, red-dirt road in an area that used to have thick farmland, full of animals, now it is dry. Every once in a while she passes by an abandoned farm house. Most are barely standing now, but she sees one that looks to be in relatively good condition. She pulls over to the side of the road, checks her weapons - the pistols strapped to her thighs, her shotgun and her katana. She slings an extra belt of ammo around her waist and clips it in place.
Out of pure habit from the old days, she locks the Jeep and tucks the keys in her pocket. She pulls out her sword and approaches the house cautiously, with an eerie feeling rolling along her spine. She nearly jumps out of her skin when the screen door creaks on its one remaining hinge then laughs, a quiet gasping sound as she tries to calm her heart rate.

((Once characters start to meet up, you can have them interact, or you can have them not meet up with anyone if you want to write your part of the story a little separately))

((Ooh, yes please!))

Sammy wanders aimlessly through the shelves of an old pharmacy, looking for some things to fill in the holes in her first aid kit - she scores on some ace bandages, gauze and antiseptic, with a quiet internal cheer. She also finds some canned food that she grabs, and a few boxes of food that have been uncontaminated by hungry rodents. She even grabs herself a treat of a bottle of coke from one of the broken coolers, no longer capable of keeping things cool due to the lack of electricity. On the way out she also finds a box of batteries that will fit her flashlight and scoops them up.

Zilla woke up in a daze. He was confused and didn't remember anything except for the gruesome memories of the murdering of his family, he got up and walked over to a black motorcycle next leaned on large rock smeared with blood patterns,next to the motorcycle was a dead body, Zilla looted the body of its knifes and hunting shotgun. Within minutes he was riding off into the distance with no idea of where he was going.

Orion stands on the top of the peak that took the last two hours to climb, just able to see the outskirts of a smoldering city that he used to call home. “Damn, I don’t want to go down there” he says out loud. He knows that they will not survive the winter with the current gear they have and needs to go back to the city to try and find medical supplies, ammo or even food, although he knows that last part is only a pipe dream.

Remembering how cruel he was on their escape from the city, thank god they lived on the out skirts, the amount of violence his kids had to witness was small and he hopes it does not have a lasting impression on them or on what they think of him.

Noemi dug quietly around in an abandoned supermarket. She was determined to find an old can of something that someone either didn't find, or didnt want. Her stomach growled a little noisier than Noemi would have liked and she quickened her search. She stood up straight and was about to heave a sigh when a metallic shine caught her eye. She walked over to it and picked up a can. A can of peaches. She made a disgusted face, then got out her knife, cutting open the lid. She leaned against the wall, forcing herself to eat slowly.