survivor || post-apocalyptic || semi-lit

[Rant]

((I'd be game.))

[thebluberry.]

{ Alright then, I'm going to make my first post. Give me a few minutes. If you want to you could post, I could take a while... }

[Rant]

((Take as long as you want, I'm gonna be up all night because I'm moving, so.))

[Little Lotte]

{We're starting? Okay ;) }

[thebluberry.]

s h a y n e . gr a c e . h o u g h

n i c k n a m e :: Shay, but I prefer Shayne
a g e :: 19 years
g e n d e r :: Female smart one...
c r u s h :: None
b o y . t o y :: Nobody
l o c a t i o n :: New York on the remains of a building.

Shayne stood on the remains of what maybe two weeks ago could have been a sky scraper, but now it was a meager pile of dirt, blending into the landscape of grey. She looked around and she saw only piles of dirt or building ready to join the rest of their friends on the ground. Nothing seemed safe. She quickly hopped down from her perch and made her way towards her little makeshift camp. There was some wood for fires, a sleeping bag she had managed to grab as she had rushed out of her home, and some other little trinkets she had either found or snatched up before they had been destroyed. The blonde girl glanced around, looking for some kind of food to eat. In the last few weeks since the world had ended she had learned to hunt. Although she had a hard time killing anything, self-preservation had kicked in, she had to survive; she wouldn't allow herself to die, not after making it this far. Grabbing her sharpened piece of wood, she headed into a small brushy area that had begun to regrow already. A surprising amount of animals had survived; hiding away in some distant hole, or learning how to swim on the fly, so at least there was food.

[Little Lotte]

{Sorry it's so small, writer's block :/ BRB}

ＥＶＥＬＹＮＥ "ᵉᵛᵃ" ＬＥＶＥＳＱＵＩＥＵ

{ "eva" } { nineteen } { female } { the b r o k e n one } { single }

Eva stood in the doorway of an apartment building completely unknown to her. She was hidden in the shadows, leaning against the rough, cracked grey brick. It was hard to think that once, people lived here, that it wasn't as deserted, as lifeless as it was now. People had come there at the end of the day, had celebrated successes and mourned losses. Events had occured here, right where she was standing, joyful events and grievous events and this building had stood erect, watching everything from the shadows. It didn't use to be this gloomy, this silent, and the shadows were not as looming and forbidding as they were now. The air, it frightened her, the way the silence hung in heavily, heaving yet swiftly as if it was carrying a great burden yet knew exactly what it was doing. The fact that nothing ever pierced the air, no bird's cry, no voice talking, made her feel even more afraid. The silence, the tension in the air, the desertedness of it all made her feel scared, like she was the only person left in the world yet there was someone, or something, constantly watching her, over her shoulder, talking in her mind, and the wind, it whispered to her of the things she feared the most and of everyone she had lost. Everything around her was almost unchanging and Eva, in her paranoid state of mind, felt persecuted and took not of every single change. She jumped every so often, even though nothing had happened and she was afraid.

To stop herself from thinking about her current predicament, she had found herself thinking about what had happened and everything she had lost. She remembered it perfectly. The last night she had spent with her family the air had been heavy with tension, it was filled with it and the words spoken seemed to hang in the tension-filled air. Eva knew it was because of her, her mother and sister wanted to see how she would react, they expected her to show some sign of sadness or remorse or maybe even anger. She didn't. Eva had acted coldly throughout the evening and her demeanor, though polite, had been stiff. Her face had betrayed no emotion, had conveyed no sorrow or regret at leaving, it had been as if nothing was going to happen the next morning. The lack of her usual graceful manner was the only thing that had showed something was amiss. Eva's unusual stiffness and the lack of conversation, she had replied only when spoken to and had done nothing to ease the flow of conversation, had happened because she was doing her best not to cry and not to show how hurt she felt that her family was sending her off to a hospital, like she was just some mentally unhinged girl, not her parents' daughter and not her sister's twin. "I'm still myself," she longed to scream, "and I'm perfectly fine!" but she never did. Instead, she had acted with coldness and aloofness throughout the brief dinner and had asked to be excused as soon as she had finished eating. Her father had been missing from the meal and she knew perfectly well why, he had gone off to bury his grief in drink. Sitting alone in her room, Eva had longed to do the same. That night she remembered the bitter sting of silent tears, alone in the darkness of her room. She could never show anyone how alone and how hurt she felt that her family was sending her off to a mental institution. Then, she remembered falling asleep hugging herself and then nothing else. She had woken up in the morning and the building had collapsed around her. She had been terrified and confused but she didn't doubt the reality of it. She could still feel the marks of the dry tears and the blood that came from biting her lip so she wouldn't cry out loud and she remembered, especially, the bodies. She had seen the bodies of her sister and mother. Blood. There had been so much blood she could hardly keep herself from crying. She had yelled and cried for the first time but then, she had returned her face to the same composed look it always bore and she had walked away, looking back several times.

Now, she was walking down a street alone, hugging herself and shivering slightly. She was so afraid. Eva had never really felt afraid before, yes, she had gone through phases of paranoia where she felt herself being persecuted at every turn and her eyes would widen and she would cry but right now it was worse. It was worse because it was real. The horror that filled her and that filled her eyes when she let down the guard she had been building up for years was real, too real to be ignore, too real to be kept of her face like all the other emotions. Her eyes, right now, where wide as she leaned against a wall and sat down, hugging her knees. The tears appeared out of nowhere as she looked around wildly. She was terrified. Évelyne could feel that there was someone around, someone that was about to get her, to kill her like everyone else had died and she let out a sob, and then another, and soon her whole body was shaking. She couldn't help herself, she had been strong for too long and now, when she needed to be strong the most, she had let her wall down. Someone was coming for her, she knew that, and now she was all alone they were going to kill her and torture her. The wind was whispering in her ear, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run... Incessantly and she felt truly horrified. She had seen death a lot for the past few hours but right now, for the first time, she truly broke down.

[Rant]

This rock is nice.

Thought Adam through his lazy smile. His head dropped down, and chin and chest met again in a sleepy union only to be thrust apart again by a jerk of the neck. Presently, he was laying on a lab of concrete that could have been some sort of roadblock or perhaps a supporting beam for one of the many buildings in this area. Skyscrapers, so much greater and more impressive than he, were reduced to scrap metal and rubble within little time at all. Seeing the shattered remains of the architectural marvels that mankind had built up to for thousands of years should have been humbling, but instead it made Adam feel all the more invincible.

Untouchable.

His finger strayed into his nostril and fished out a booger that was mostly dust. In the heavy wind the smaller bits of rubble had been carried into the breeze and up Adam's nose. As he flicked the bit of crusty rubbish off his finger, Adam dug in the pocket of his waterlogged jacket and got out a twinkie. Perhaps that noun no longer applied to the wet and flattened mash that was now leaking out of the plastic in several place, but it worked. He squeezed the plastic, forcing little worms of spongecake and icing out like toothpaste and licked them off his hand.

No, it was definitely not the best thing in the world to eat, nor the tastiest. The monkey had been sated an hour before and thus, finding the grocery store with its flattened foods and perilous and falling roof was not reason for the victory it should have been. In Adam's numbed state, he only shrugged with a lazy smile on his face and laughed when he narrowly missed death by falling pipe.

Others might be doing something more meaningful, but for now, Adam fell asleep with the liquified twinkie in his hand and his mouth open in a mockery of a silent scream, a snore escaping his lips.

Who was he? Well, that wouldn't be important until he needed to explain it to someone else.

[khaleesi,]

(Where can I hop in?)

[thebluberry.]

(Where can I hop in?)

{ We just started, so pretty much anywhere... }

[thebluberry.]

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