Post by nightfox on Dec 7, 2012 10:39:03 GMT -5
OOC Name:NF
OOC Gender:Male
IC Name:Ryan Irving
Character Model:Andrew Lincoln
Age:32
Sex:Male
Hair:Brown
Eyes:Blue
Height:6'0
Weight:189
Weapons:Colt Python. X3 Star reloaders (Six shots) three in the chamber. Moss Berg 12 Gauge, four shells.(Both weapons collected from an abandoned Patrol Car along Appalaichan Highway.)
Special Survival Skills:Jury Rigging, Automotive Mechanic skills. Carries a small toolkit on his person that could be used to hotwire or fix a vehicle depending if he has the parts. Photography knowledge as well. Knows how to use a handgun with basic knowledge but doesn't remember how he learned to....(This doesn't mean he knows how to be a marksment, he knows how to reload properly, clean out a gun, and take the safety off, more basic knowledge of fire arms then a normal person would comprehend. So beginner to intermediate level knowledge, NOT an expert)
Equipment:
1x Maglight
1x traveling tool kit
1x Vehicle- 1986 Ford Thunderbird.
2x Jerry Can
1x lantern
1x Carisine fuel
1x fifty foot rope
1x rations (Running low)
1x compass and rural maps of all eastern seaboard states
1x Calender (Has his reasons he keeps track of dates)
1x Binoculars
3x Road flares
1x Black note book with blue ink pen (Records and keeps track of days)
1x Blankets, pillow set of two, Comforter, blow up air matress
Quirks:Long Term Amnesia, can't remember what happened to him during the beginning months of the outbreak or his life before. He has many set skills that remind him of the knowledge of his past life, keeping track of things in his journal to see if he can remember anything about his past.Claustrophoic
Short Biography:
<i>" June 6th 2013,
The crushing weight of fallen debrie from the ceiling above had pinned my mid section to the cold concrete floorway...the smallest glint of light seeping through the nearby windows across the baren room....a sudden headache nauseating, giving me the sudden spinning felling or lack thereof, oxygen transferring from my air passages from my nasal and throat region to my brain, creating the rush of electrical synapses to spark within my cornia, as I tried to adjust my eyes eagerly to the dimly lit room...dark pools of red liquid layed dry before me, momentarily I would reach up to wipe the cold sweat from my brow, only to find blood to leave its trace upon the palm of my hands....it was at this time I was pretty sure the lack of memory had been clearly caused by the fallen debrie that surrounds me....I tried to remember my name, what I was doing here, perhaps if I had gathered my wits and took care of my injuries first....I could make it another day....the first few moments I struggled to remove the debrie, I would twist my torso to the left to attempt to gain a further knoweldge of what I was dealing with....most of the rubble had managed to miss my once limp form...my fingers gripped upon a nearby metal bar, reaching back I would hoist it now between my leg and the debree, straining I would cry out in pain as I managed to move the rubble high enough to remove my left leg, then my right, slipping out as the rest of it crumbled from the ceiling above from the slightest fibrations, my life saved by only mere moments....gathering myself to my feet, I would limb my way over to a nearby window....blue eyes peered out over the horizon only to be met by burning rubble of once tall sky scrapers, streets littered with twisted metal frames of vehicles, news papers and various debry blown about by the calm wind...was I truly alone in this? Could this have been an act of a major earthquake....or just coincedence...I would peer back at my surroundings taking notice of an emergency medical box in the far corner, I would eagerly make haste....removing the bandages and wrappings I would find a nearby wall mirror and work on the gaping wound now in plain sight...it was hard to tell where the beginning or the end of the large scarred flesh above my brow but I would not rest this night till I had taken care of it exuberantly....
June, 8th 2013,
The next two days I spent my time recovering from my injuries, the wrappings now replaced with new ones, as the old soaked ones were discared in the nearby corner garbage can of the office room....I had lived upon an old lunch left in a nearby lunch pale, savoring the food in rations to survive the few long hours I spent inside this room alone....a balognie sandwich.....chips....once fresh fruit....and cookies....I had rested my figure upon the desk at night, now pressed up to the corner of the room, my eyes keeping watch at the exit door near the back blocked with a huge amount of debrie...now don't think me prude, I had tried the phones the very first attempt the next day after I had bandaged myself...the lines gave no signal just dead air when I clasped the phone within my pale digits...I was hoping I would awake from some sort of dream, that all of this was just a nightmare, each time I closed my eyes I tried to imagine things the way they had always been before but even then my thoughts were scattered, like the piles of debrie before me...only a name came to me...Ryan Irving...was that my name? or the name of someone else?....puzzled about it a few moments I would hear the rattling sound of metal scraping the solid stone floor in the room across from me...perhaps there was life after all..pressing my lithe form up against the wall I would listen immensly to what was on the other side...the faintest sound of breathing could be heard...or what had sounded like a breath...quickly I would pound my fists upon the wall, calling out to the other person, pleading for help....the sound would seem to cease a moment before it was replaced by a gnashing of substance...I could wait no longer...glancing up to the ceiling above I could see a vent fixture in the far corner...moving a chair side, quickly I would climb it, a few hard pulls and the vent would break free... and moments later I would find myself hoisted into a confined air duct....my arms tightly together... my breathing became more rapid, panic ensuing as I rushed as quickly as I could through the vent, finding the other end broken , the gap between vents torn as debry from above ripped it from the ceiling fixture and scattered it upon the floor below...
....slipping from the vents I would double back for a moment, taking a moment to look upon the wall for a nearby switch...to little avail there was no power...the sounds of the gnashing would begin to echo louder...I would seek the noise out, quietly making my way to the corner of the car garage..finding a few turn over metal racks, I would see the figure of a long haired man, greyish in color, hunched over in a blue jump suit of a bloody mess...the stench that had now hit my nostrils threatened to knock me off my feet....keeping the energy to stand I would plug my nose a moment...speaking gently to the man, asking him his name first...it wasn't till he released his subject did I realized what I had gotten myself into...the once unrecognizable sack of flesh and sinew now situated in plain sight upon the floor before me, busted up rib cage, intestinal cords strung within the grasp of pale digits....what looked like the a male....perferably by the shape of the skull picked clean of flesh and meat...a human being was feasting upon another human!!....I would began to pack away slowly, the lifeless eyes of the shambling mans gaze fell upon me....he rose to his feet, retreating away from his current meal...blood spewed forth from his snarling lips...rotten teeth and dark liquid foamed at me as his blood fingers reached out...I would call out to him to stop....tell him to cease...yet he kept trodding foward...his steps slow to its own metholodical beat...I had not been watching wear I was going...my booted feet tripping over a nearby rack, the lound crashing sound of metal stinging concrete resounded around the empty shop...the older man would crumple to his knees, his body motions fluid as his fingers reached out to clasp the collar of my shirt...I would quickly reach over to pry a extended pull bar nearby bracing his neckline and throat only mere inches away from making me his next happy meal...my eyes widen in horror beyond belief, my heart raced as I feared for my very life beneath this man who sought nothing more then to turn me into the very sutured courpse of a once living breathing being...searching quickly beside me I would take notice of a tool chest that had fallen from the rack admist my collision...my one hand held upon the rod keeping him at bay as my trembling fingers reached out for a nearby tool, anything I could use against this horrid creature...my fingers gently rolled over the edge of a flat head...rolling it in time before he came down to bite me completely...gripping the handle of the screw driver I would slip it quickly to his skull, finding the socket of his right eye within moments, dark flowing liquid spilling out upon my gaunt cheeks...my lips puckered in disgust as I was splattered by blood...the squeal of torment silenced as the blade found the center of its brain....the body crumpled lifeless upon me, I would quickly toss it over to the side, laying there ...lost in thought....
Jun 12th 2013,
I have found out through trying times that I was once able to fix vehicles, the knowledge soon returning one day as I had found an old Ford Thunder bird, collecting a few set of pocketed tools upon my person I begin to repair and restore it within an abandoned garage...This was my first experiences with the outbreak, I had only figured these things out after I had awoken from a long dream....not sure how long I had been out of consciousness, yet the hours had blured into minutes....for all I knew, I could have been out for days....I have to admit at first the sudden rush of nastolgia touched the frontal portion of my thoughts...perhaps I was stuck in a nightmare, I had not seen sign of another living soul the first few days as I tried to gain wits about me...the first few days I had to survive upon chips and various sorted snacks from the vending machine in the waiting area....my thirsty quenched by nearby gatorades and various other soft drinks from a nearby sliding fridge doors behind the service desk....the first thing I would do is attempt to refinish the vehicle, replacing the spark plug, the battery....the steering column as well...all the repairs had taken me a few days to restore...I would raid the nearby storage room, taking a few jerry cans and various supplies in storage...placing them into the back seat of the vehicle..I would slam the side door close, after climbing into the vehicle itself....finding the keys stashed within the glove compartment...I would close my eyes momentarily in thought...praying for a miracle...the churning of the key seem to send a reverberating clicking noise at first...sparking then stopping sparadically..I would spend the next few minutes swearing at the car...my fists white knuckles around the leather wheel...the roaring sound of the engine replacing my antics for a moment...I had joyously collected a few supplies of food, simply placing it into the duffle bag I had found in storage, I would click the button door opener near the visor above me...the sounds of metal scrapping against metal as the garage doors boomed to life....the daylight was blinding as I would force to cover my eyes from the light with the palm of one hand...having spent countless hours in the dark and now entering actual light was nerve racking...Reaching to the nearby center i would retrieve an old pair of Cobra shades, only fitting for a car of its own repoire...placing them upon my head I would began my acent into the streets...the garage itself was built in a slope from the ground level above....realzing I had spent my days below ground itself...I would begin to drive down the street...making my way narrowly through the cars that littered the road...I could see hordes of them walking in the distance below...as I passed over the bridge...making my way out of town....quite possibly the last time I would see the town that I could not place a name too...only the signs of Woodsboro North Carolina appearing in the rear view mirror....
June 14th 2013,
Hours had passed....the highways seem to shift and blend into one...moving into another as I managed my way down the major highway....I was edging a large moutain range in the distance on the right....woods on my left....like a thief in the night...darkness crept in...I could feel the sting of my eyes, the redness and fatigue taking affect....heaviness of lids struggling to remain open...the sounds of a stalling engine...I would peer to the fuel gauge...the line on read empty...pulling to a creeping hault upon the side of the highway I would close my eyes for a moment...keeping the headlights on as I thought of my next move..was this it? Would I die alone in a cruel world no plagued by death and the fear of finding rest much harder without the thought of those creatures sneaking up on me ever so near....my eyes caught the glimpse of a license plate peeking from a nearby bush...the intial of lettering would send a spark of recogniition...XMT...Slowly I would take a look around my surroundings, no sight of those things....taking the maglight with me I would turn on the button near the side..the bright light peering into the bushes...I would see the cap...the red and blue sirens...it was then I would move from my vehicle...taking a Jerry can with me in the other hand...I would leave the driver door open...making my way over to the car...it was in the back I would spot a firearm...a shotgun spilled out across the seat..a few shells scattered upon them...four to be exact...the back window was shattered...stains of blood smeared upon fragments of glass...slipping into the back was no easy task...avoiding being cut I would place the maglight within my mouth...the jerry can on the back seat...old memories would come back of weapons..taking the shotgun in hand I would cock it back....the loading chamber revealed to me...I would slip the shells in one by one..sliding it back I would make sure the shell was lodged into the chamber...slipping further into the patrol car I would shine the light over the dead corpse of a policemen...his ribs had been crushed against the steering colmn...reaching through the broken shambles of the blockade window...I would nimble my fingers over his holster..unclipping it and retrieving a Colt Python from his waist belt...upon the seat beside him I could see a box of munition...only a few loading stars remained....leaning against the back seat, firmly planting my hands upon the edge I would begin to kick at the screen....minutes later it would give way...now, climbing over the front end I would untie his belt from his waist...taking the holster and clip....walkie....and ammo pouch...I would clip them to my own belt loops...sliding the hammer back on the python I would shift the chamber to the side...three rounds remained...slipping it back I would gather the remaining stars and place them in the ammo pouch...gathering the officers leather jacket from his figure...I would slip it around my shoulders...making sure to keep warm...taking the rest of the weapons....moving back to the side of the patrol car I would begin to sifen the gas....dawn was soon approaching....having spent my long hours securing my new found possessions...my every changing thoughts looked upon the horizon....I had a few state maps retrieved from the trunk of the patrol car, a compass...but was it clear of my intents?...Where was I to go...I had no idea....
June 15th 2013,
Dawn had found its way over the nearby Appalaichan Mountains..I had sought shelter in the back of the old Thunderbird, covering the windows with sheets to keep any intruders at bay, the vehicle was not back in working order...but a thought accord to me as I took note of this in my ledger...the pen inking its way over the papers course...I am not certain anymore if I am writing to myself or to whom ever finds this journal, in the case I do not make it another day....everything seems to have became a blur... days blending into days.... as I toy with the notions if I am to make it out alive.... I struggle each day with how to survive this darkening world....only the faintest memories of an Autumns breeze and a civilization once dreadfully familiar to me returning with each passing month....will it be enough to make it another night? I fear I may never be able to understand the outcome of what plagued this once beautiful landscape...could this just be the wrath of god? The end of the world had been just a forethought in many religious sanctums, I thought them only mere fairy tales, just hocus pocus trying to scare men and women into fear and perpectual respect for their so called dieties... Cities are like ghost towns now.... I try my best to avoid them, it seems to be where the walking decay of a once normal being like you and me seems to seek out stragglers through the once lively streets in search of natural living flesh. How did this come to take place? What am I to do with the new found knowledge?...Forbid the thought I soon find out the truth, who knows how much more of this insanity I could pledge myself another day to....
OOC Gender:Male
IC Name:Ryan Irving
Character Model:Andrew Lincoln
Age:32
Sex:Male
Hair:Brown
Eyes:Blue
Height:6'0
Weight:189
Weapons:Colt Python. X3 Star reloaders (Six shots) three in the chamber. Moss Berg 12 Gauge, four shells.(Both weapons collected from an abandoned Patrol Car along Appalaichan Highway.)
Special Survival Skills:Jury Rigging, Automotive Mechanic skills. Carries a small toolkit on his person that could be used to hotwire or fix a vehicle depending if he has the parts. Photography knowledge as well. Knows how to use a handgun with basic knowledge but doesn't remember how he learned to....(This doesn't mean he knows how to be a marksment, he knows how to reload properly, clean out a gun, and take the safety off, more basic knowledge of fire arms then a normal person would comprehend. So beginner to intermediate level knowledge, NOT an expert)
Equipment:
1x Maglight
1x traveling tool kit
1x Vehicle- 1986 Ford Thunderbird.
2x Jerry Can
1x lantern
1x Carisine fuel
1x fifty foot rope
1x rations (Running low)
1x compass and rural maps of all eastern seaboard states
1x Calender (Has his reasons he keeps track of dates)
1x Binoculars
3x Road flares
1x Black note book with blue ink pen (Records and keeps track of days)
1x Blankets, pillow set of two, Comforter, blow up air matress
Quirks:Long Term Amnesia, can't remember what happened to him during the beginning months of the outbreak or his life before. He has many set skills that remind him of the knowledge of his past life, keeping track of things in his journal to see if he can remember anything about his past.Claustrophoic
Short Biography:
<i>" June 6th 2013,
The crushing weight of fallen debrie from the ceiling above had pinned my mid section to the cold concrete floorway...the smallest glint of light seeping through the nearby windows across the baren room....a sudden headache nauseating, giving me the sudden spinning felling or lack thereof, oxygen transferring from my air passages from my nasal and throat region to my brain, creating the rush of electrical synapses to spark within my cornia, as I tried to adjust my eyes eagerly to the dimly lit room...dark pools of red liquid layed dry before me, momentarily I would reach up to wipe the cold sweat from my brow, only to find blood to leave its trace upon the palm of my hands....it was at this time I was pretty sure the lack of memory had been clearly caused by the fallen debrie that surrounds me....I tried to remember my name, what I was doing here, perhaps if I had gathered my wits and took care of my injuries first....I could make it another day....the first few moments I struggled to remove the debrie, I would twist my torso to the left to attempt to gain a further knoweldge of what I was dealing with....most of the rubble had managed to miss my once limp form...my fingers gripped upon a nearby metal bar, reaching back I would hoist it now between my leg and the debree, straining I would cry out in pain as I managed to move the rubble high enough to remove my left leg, then my right, slipping out as the rest of it crumbled from the ceiling above from the slightest fibrations, my life saved by only mere moments....gathering myself to my feet, I would limb my way over to a nearby window....blue eyes peered out over the horizon only to be met by burning rubble of once tall sky scrapers, streets littered with twisted metal frames of vehicles, news papers and various debry blown about by the calm wind...was I truly alone in this? Could this have been an act of a major earthquake....or just coincedence...I would peer back at my surroundings taking notice of an emergency medical box in the far corner, I would eagerly make haste....removing the bandages and wrappings I would find a nearby wall mirror and work on the gaping wound now in plain sight...it was hard to tell where the beginning or the end of the large scarred flesh above my brow but I would not rest this night till I had taken care of it exuberantly....
June, 8th 2013,
The next two days I spent my time recovering from my injuries, the wrappings now replaced with new ones, as the old soaked ones were discared in the nearby corner garbage can of the office room....I had lived upon an old lunch left in a nearby lunch pale, savoring the food in rations to survive the few long hours I spent inside this room alone....a balognie sandwich.....chips....once fresh fruit....and cookies....I had rested my figure upon the desk at night, now pressed up to the corner of the room, my eyes keeping watch at the exit door near the back blocked with a huge amount of debrie...now don't think me prude, I had tried the phones the very first attempt the next day after I had bandaged myself...the lines gave no signal just dead air when I clasped the phone within my pale digits...I was hoping I would awake from some sort of dream, that all of this was just a nightmare, each time I closed my eyes I tried to imagine things the way they had always been before but even then my thoughts were scattered, like the piles of debrie before me...only a name came to me...Ryan Irving...was that my name? or the name of someone else?....puzzled about it a few moments I would hear the rattling sound of metal scraping the solid stone floor in the room across from me...perhaps there was life after all..pressing my lithe form up against the wall I would listen immensly to what was on the other side...the faintest sound of breathing could be heard...or what had sounded like a breath...quickly I would pound my fists upon the wall, calling out to the other person, pleading for help....the sound would seem to cease a moment before it was replaced by a gnashing of substance...I could wait no longer...glancing up to the ceiling above I could see a vent fixture in the far corner...moving a chair side, quickly I would climb it, a few hard pulls and the vent would break free... and moments later I would find myself hoisted into a confined air duct....my arms tightly together... my breathing became more rapid, panic ensuing as I rushed as quickly as I could through the vent, finding the other end broken , the gap between vents torn as debry from above ripped it from the ceiling fixture and scattered it upon the floor below...
....slipping from the vents I would double back for a moment, taking a moment to look upon the wall for a nearby switch...to little avail there was no power...the sounds of the gnashing would begin to echo louder...I would seek the noise out, quietly making my way to the corner of the car garage..finding a few turn over metal racks, I would see the figure of a long haired man, greyish in color, hunched over in a blue jump suit of a bloody mess...the stench that had now hit my nostrils threatened to knock me off my feet....keeping the energy to stand I would plug my nose a moment...speaking gently to the man, asking him his name first...it wasn't till he released his subject did I realized what I had gotten myself into...the once unrecognizable sack of flesh and sinew now situated in plain sight upon the floor before me, busted up rib cage, intestinal cords strung within the grasp of pale digits....what looked like the a male....perferably by the shape of the skull picked clean of flesh and meat...a human being was feasting upon another human!!....I would began to pack away slowly, the lifeless eyes of the shambling mans gaze fell upon me....he rose to his feet, retreating away from his current meal...blood spewed forth from his snarling lips...rotten teeth and dark liquid foamed at me as his blood fingers reached out...I would call out to him to stop....tell him to cease...yet he kept trodding foward...his steps slow to its own metholodical beat...I had not been watching wear I was going...my booted feet tripping over a nearby rack, the lound crashing sound of metal stinging concrete resounded around the empty shop...the older man would crumple to his knees, his body motions fluid as his fingers reached out to clasp the collar of my shirt...I would quickly reach over to pry a extended pull bar nearby bracing his neckline and throat only mere inches away from making me his next happy meal...my eyes widen in horror beyond belief, my heart raced as I feared for my very life beneath this man who sought nothing more then to turn me into the very sutured courpse of a once living breathing being...searching quickly beside me I would take notice of a tool chest that had fallen from the rack admist my collision...my one hand held upon the rod keeping him at bay as my trembling fingers reached out for a nearby tool, anything I could use against this horrid creature...my fingers gently rolled over the edge of a flat head...rolling it in time before he came down to bite me completely...gripping the handle of the screw driver I would slip it quickly to his skull, finding the socket of his right eye within moments, dark flowing liquid spilling out upon my gaunt cheeks...my lips puckered in disgust as I was splattered by blood...the squeal of torment silenced as the blade found the center of its brain....the body crumpled lifeless upon me, I would quickly toss it over to the side, laying there ...lost in thought....
Jun 12th 2013,
I have found out through trying times that I was once able to fix vehicles, the knowledge soon returning one day as I had found an old Ford Thunder bird, collecting a few set of pocketed tools upon my person I begin to repair and restore it within an abandoned garage...This was my first experiences with the outbreak, I had only figured these things out after I had awoken from a long dream....not sure how long I had been out of consciousness, yet the hours had blured into minutes....for all I knew, I could have been out for days....I have to admit at first the sudden rush of nastolgia touched the frontal portion of my thoughts...perhaps I was stuck in a nightmare, I had not seen sign of another living soul the first few days as I tried to gain wits about me...the first few days I had to survive upon chips and various sorted snacks from the vending machine in the waiting area....my thirsty quenched by nearby gatorades and various other soft drinks from a nearby sliding fridge doors behind the service desk....the first thing I would do is attempt to refinish the vehicle, replacing the spark plug, the battery....the steering column as well...all the repairs had taken me a few days to restore...I would raid the nearby storage room, taking a few jerry cans and various supplies in storage...placing them into the back seat of the vehicle..I would slam the side door close, after climbing into the vehicle itself....finding the keys stashed within the glove compartment...I would close my eyes momentarily in thought...praying for a miracle...the churning of the key seem to send a reverberating clicking noise at first...sparking then stopping sparadically..I would spend the next few minutes swearing at the car...my fists white knuckles around the leather wheel...the roaring sound of the engine replacing my antics for a moment...I had joyously collected a few supplies of food, simply placing it into the duffle bag I had found in storage, I would click the button door opener near the visor above me...the sounds of metal scrapping against metal as the garage doors boomed to life....the daylight was blinding as I would force to cover my eyes from the light with the palm of one hand...having spent countless hours in the dark and now entering actual light was nerve racking...Reaching to the nearby center i would retrieve an old pair of Cobra shades, only fitting for a car of its own repoire...placing them upon my head I would began my acent into the streets...the garage itself was built in a slope from the ground level above....realzing I had spent my days below ground itself...I would begin to drive down the street...making my way narrowly through the cars that littered the road...I could see hordes of them walking in the distance below...as I passed over the bridge...making my way out of town....quite possibly the last time I would see the town that I could not place a name too...only the signs of Woodsboro North Carolina appearing in the rear view mirror....
June 14th 2013,
Hours had passed....the highways seem to shift and blend into one...moving into another as I managed my way down the major highway....I was edging a large moutain range in the distance on the right....woods on my left....like a thief in the night...darkness crept in...I could feel the sting of my eyes, the redness and fatigue taking affect....heaviness of lids struggling to remain open...the sounds of a stalling engine...I would peer to the fuel gauge...the line on read empty...pulling to a creeping hault upon the side of the highway I would close my eyes for a moment...keeping the headlights on as I thought of my next move..was this it? Would I die alone in a cruel world no plagued by death and the fear of finding rest much harder without the thought of those creatures sneaking up on me ever so near....my eyes caught the glimpse of a license plate peeking from a nearby bush...the intial of lettering would send a spark of recogniition...XMT...Slowly I would take a look around my surroundings, no sight of those things....taking the maglight with me I would turn on the button near the side..the bright light peering into the bushes...I would see the cap...the red and blue sirens...it was then I would move from my vehicle...taking a Jerry can with me in the other hand...I would leave the driver door open...making my way over to the car...it was in the back I would spot a firearm...a shotgun spilled out across the seat..a few shells scattered upon them...four to be exact...the back window was shattered...stains of blood smeared upon fragments of glass...slipping into the back was no easy task...avoiding being cut I would place the maglight within my mouth...the jerry can on the back seat...old memories would come back of weapons..taking the shotgun in hand I would cock it back....the loading chamber revealed to me...I would slip the shells in one by one..sliding it back I would make sure the shell was lodged into the chamber...slipping further into the patrol car I would shine the light over the dead corpse of a policemen...his ribs had been crushed against the steering colmn...reaching through the broken shambles of the blockade window...I would nimble my fingers over his holster..unclipping it and retrieving a Colt Python from his waist belt...upon the seat beside him I could see a box of munition...only a few loading stars remained....leaning against the back seat, firmly planting my hands upon the edge I would begin to kick at the screen....minutes later it would give way...now, climbing over the front end I would untie his belt from his waist...taking the holster and clip....walkie....and ammo pouch...I would clip them to my own belt loops...sliding the hammer back on the python I would shift the chamber to the side...three rounds remained...slipping it back I would gather the remaining stars and place them in the ammo pouch...gathering the officers leather jacket from his figure...I would slip it around my shoulders...making sure to keep warm...taking the rest of the weapons....moving back to the side of the patrol car I would begin to sifen the gas....dawn was soon approaching....having spent my long hours securing my new found possessions...my every changing thoughts looked upon the horizon....I had a few state maps retrieved from the trunk of the patrol car, a compass...but was it clear of my intents?...Where was I to go...I had no idea....
June 15th 2013,
Dawn had found its way over the nearby Appalaichan Mountains..I had sought shelter in the back of the old Thunderbird, covering the windows with sheets to keep any intruders at bay, the vehicle was not back in working order...but a thought accord to me as I took note of this in my ledger...the pen inking its way over the papers course...I am not certain anymore if I am writing to myself or to whom ever finds this journal, in the case I do not make it another day....everything seems to have became a blur... days blending into days.... as I toy with the notions if I am to make it out alive.... I struggle each day with how to survive this darkening world....only the faintest memories of an Autumns breeze and a civilization once dreadfully familiar to me returning with each passing month....will it be enough to make it another night? I fear I may never be able to understand the outcome of what plagued this once beautiful landscape...could this just be the wrath of god? The end of the world had been just a forethought in many religious sanctums, I thought them only mere fairy tales, just hocus pocus trying to scare men and women into fear and perpectual respect for their so called dieties... Cities are like ghost towns now.... I try my best to avoid them, it seems to be where the walking decay of a once normal being like you and me seems to seek out stragglers through the once lively streets in search of natural living flesh. How did this come to take place? What am I to do with the new found knowledge?...Forbid the thought I soon find out the truth, who knows how much more of this insanity I could pledge myself another day to....
