Topic: Vaccine: H1N1 "After Math"

Nolan Dean

Date: 2011-02-24 01:46 EST
Continuation of Vaccine: H1N1 This is a closed Role Play, meaning unless you were invited to join by me, Or were one of the Original members of the previous Thread. Please do not post.]

"Its been almost two years since I last saw, any of my friends. Dillon...Ashlee...Stephen...Andrew...Matt...Micheal...Even the woman Amber." Their faces flashing in his mind. "The wide spread ruin was unprecedented, America was quarantined. And half of Europe was under siege, least that what I'm lead to believe, from that old piece of junk, of a radio tower. Most of the Automated ones still run, but those that required D.J's had stopped airing almost a year after the Vaccine was declared an absolute failure. I must have heard every album from the 70's and 80's. Most of it is orchestra's and that annoying channel where they talk about the economy, and old candidates for office, and the posts and where they stand on certain aspects. I'll be twenty one this July, was supposed to go get sh*t faced drunk with the guys at work. But well that plan went to h*ll after everything happened." Stopping to scratch his head. It was His hair was cut shorter then normal. Almost to the point of being called shaven. His beard was trimmed as well. Shaving cream was still on his chin and neck. Taking the towel off his shoulder and wiping his face.

"Dallas is a wasteland of cars, buildings, office spaces. And a favorite haunt of those...Infected. Needless to say that was how it was with most big cities. But for some god awful reason I returned there. I'm living in an abandoned apartment, on the fifteenth floor. Cant say I'm doing bad for myself. No rent, great view. No running electricity though, water and gas. Yeah forget about it, those are amenities no one has anymore. I got a solar powered walkie-talkie, managed to figure out a way to use car batteries to power my Ipod. Complicated story, point being that it charges it and that good enough for me. Finished my Impala...Took me long enough, but i figure since I had all this free time. I got into shape a little. Two years in a waste land will do that to ya. Especially if half of that is spent in running away from those that would have you as a happy meal. So, yeah...World gone to Hell, and I'm doing great." Talking to the camera he had recording. Its power was low, so he would spend the next couple of days looking for a replacement battery. Sighing as he let his head fall to his hand, his elbows were resting pressed into his thighs. inhaling sharply as he looked up and out to the sun that was just now rising over the Horizon. It cast an eerie glow upon the whole of Uptown Dallas.

Rocking forward and to his feet. Carrying him, right foot forward, left foot forward, until he reached his destination was standing before the Window. And all he could do was simply look out to the place he had called home.

Nolan Dean

Date: 2011-02-25 22:59 EST
Low-Battery was what was flashing on the screen of the cam-corder, them, one last time before the screen shut down, and became black. A sigh escaped him as he looked out over Uptown, there wasn't much appeal to a deserted, city. Least not much to this one.

Day starting off normally, to the rooftop green/garden house. That was one of the few things that he had managed to save. And every now and then it would rain. Though the rains were more frequent, as if the whole of the earth was simply trying to wash away the sin, and faults of humanities aim at playing god. So there was no shortage of water t fill the pants needs, and that of his own. The roof itself was drenched from last nights rain in fact, His sketchers splashing in a puddle as he moved from the door to the roof top to the green house.

Left, right, left, right, left, right. Right hand meeting the knob of to the door, and turning it. The Green house was rather warm. A contrast to the fairly cool, temperature of the outside world. Entering and looking upon the varies vegetables, and fruit. It was one of the few marvel to behold in a World over run in Infected. And he had taken great care to make sure that it was well, protected. Moving close o one plant, it was a vegetable. Taking it off the vine, the red round object. It was ready to be ate anyway, so he simple munched on the tomato as he looked around for his selection of fruits today. Apples, those would be fine. Grabbing three shiny red apple> Exiting the the garden, and moving across the roof. The Sun had rose up to bring with it plenty of light to see clearly. The dreary sky reflecting in the puddle scattered about the roof. Through the door to the roof top, back on his way back to his room.

Grey Reebok, long sleeve slid on. Black pair of 626 Cargo Jean's, a pair of sock, and a pair of Sketchers running shoes, and Grey laces. Yeah it was pointless to loo nice, but heck, is was going to dye while out. Might as well match good. Grabbing a light back pack, and placing his apple within. Heading out the door, and towards the fire escape. Fifteen flights of stairs, down. his feet moved, form one to the next with little ease, the whole process maybe took less then seven or eight minutes. Once his feet touched down with the base floor fire exited. He took out the heavy padlock key, inserting and a quick turn had the Pad lock undone. With that he exited into the city.

Nolan Dean

Date: 2011-03-02 23:55 EST
The city was usually quite during the day, Wreckage of car's, some rusted out frames, others crashed into another, bent and folded, creases in the metal to hard to pull. Even still some of the cars found themselves locked in the foundation of The various buildings within the City itself. Grabbing hold of a piece of frame, and pulling himself over, in a vaulting. It was simple, and easy enough to do, and it served simply to keep his mind occupied. Having been to almost three supply stores, and not a single pack of batteries to be seen. But heck whats there to be said, raiders could have come and took them, or he had scavenged them before.

So he simply pressed on.

Three hours, and seventeen stores later. A Walmart, he found himself crossing the parking lot in a light jog. These were prime targets for any other scavengers, and thus and him a prime target. Coming upon the sliding door, they were open ever so slightly. So his hand, Pressed between and forced it open enough to slide on through.

It was dark within, No electricity, what was to be expected. Hot as well. and smelled of rotten produced. It was potent, but not overly so that he would vomit from it. A scrunching of his nose and he moved to inspect the check out lanes. Twenty-six lanes later and still no luck. Turning about on his heel, he would have to go check the Entertainment section in the back....Out of the security of he light that filtered through the dusty glass of the entrance. Looking into the darkened back, trying to see past the clothes, and isle that partially blocked his view. There was no movement. Save for his form, heading into the unknown Walmart.

Nolan Dean

Date: 2012-01-08 15:38 EST
Making his way down the isle, careful steps. Soft and easy, No sense in alerting any possible people or infected to his precarious position in the dark, and without a light source at that.

Many of the isles he traveled along had been picked clean, marauders typically did that. Find a store, take what they could carry. repeat the process until there was nothing left. Anything of use may already begone, but he needed to check and be a hundred percent sure about the possible emptiness of the Walmart. And so far all he had seen was dust cluttered shelves, and floors. The occasional wisp of air would unsettle the dust that had claimed a somewhat unhygienic film of protection over the off white shelves. As well as allowing him to leave slight tracks in that, which had collected upon the light grey tile of the floor.

Hazel eye's, shifted between the peaking light that just narrowly illuminated. To the effect of what could be best described as being too far from safety, and the ever present and constant reminder of the darkness and danger that could be brought along with the shadow littered recesses of this structure. Not his favorite spot to be in as a shuffling ahead of him brought his attention, snapping forward. He froze, dead in his track. Too afraid to push on, and yet to fearful to turn around and flee. Frozen, there, facing into the darkness, peering hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever it was before it could get close enough to him. When a person is confronted with such preternatural fear, such indescribable loss of control. They don't know what they'll do, all that happens is your body will react accordingly. The heart races, synapses fire, adrenaline is pounded out so fast it seems to replace the flow of your blood. Those few seconds, before what you realize what your ready and fully capable of doing, seem like hours.

His eyes, were finally able to make out the form, and a sigh of relief swept over him. At the same time he couldn't help but give out a slight chuckle. He had been scared by a common variety house rat. And it was that moment when he let his guard down to simply except that it was the rat that scarred him, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. There was a hard throbbing, his legs gave out below him. Dropping to his knees, and falling forward crashing to the ground. The sound of soft toed boots, were fading fast. As every thing seemed to become blank. The last thing before complete unconsciousness was a voice.

"Pick him up!"

Nolan Dean

Date: 2012-01-08 19:05 EST
Drip...Drip....Drip. Tell tale signs of water. The light echo resonating around him. Time had passed that was definite. And no idea just yet as to how much it could have been. His Mind was scattered and incoherent. But he could feel his arms hanging over his head, and the cold of a floor on his backside. The roughness of an absolute state of not being smooth, feeling like stone, possibly concrete.

After the pain of the blunt smash to the back of his head was subsiding, he began to feel the layer of dust that was caked to one side of his face. Blood had matted on the back of his head, and caused a tangle of hair. Clotting together some as it had left a pretty trail going the front left side of his face, and trickling down the back ad side of his neck. No idea as to how injured he was, or where he was for that matter. Those were never good things at any point of this existence. A groan escaped him as a sign of life. A few cough's as the air down here seemed to be heavy, and having a feeling of wetness. It was almost an absolutely disgusting and putrid intake.

His right eye, fluttered open, while the left was somewhat sealed by a thin layer of dried up blood. Everything was bright and out of focus, It took a few moments before it was all coming to him. It was dark and dank, there was two separate flood lights and both were baring him down in the face. Making it hard to see anything beyond the blinding of the lights. It wasn't until he took a moment of conscious thought to hear the rumble of a gas powered generating in full swing.

Must be for their electricity purposes. But that was far off, more to the point and much closer he could hear people standing around and chatting. Their conversation just a bit of a too fuzzy static for him to make out clearly. The sound of feet grinding against what sounded to be gravel. Possibly they hadn't noticed him coming to just yet.

"Wha...Where am I?" Said in a low noise that was barely audible even to him. But it was enough for someone around him to hear him. Because all of a sudden he was having his chin lifted up by the barrel of a gun. The person must have been next to him and not noticed when he had actually started to regain consciousness. He must have been just out of the beams of light that had blinded, Nolan, as to the area around him just enough so to not be seen.

The barrel had been used to inspect the individual it was against, making sure he was in fact awake. Turning Nolan's head to the left, then the right, and raising it back up. "Hey I think we got a live one?!"

Nolan Dean

Date: 2012-01-11 01:18 EST
The barrel was a grim reminder of just how dire his situation was, but when he heard the word slipped from this persons mouth. We've got a Live one, well that just made his heart sink into his stomach. The blow had evidently been intended to end him. But all it did was break the skin, disorient, and give him a headache from hell. Oh how his head was throbbing, it was enough to jar him away from what was going on around him.

A woman, what he'd hoped was a woman. the silhouette was too slender, yet curvacious in all the right spots to lead him to believe that. She smelled sweetly unlike the two he had picked up on that were around him, or even the fact of the outstandingly repugnant stench of the surrounding area itself. A welcome gift to say the least. And it set this one apart from the rest. She crouched down in front of him and placed the .50 cal. Sniper rifle flat across the front of her upper legs, and it pressed against her smooth stomach.

"You sure know who to take a hit an' keep on kickin'." When she spoke he was more thoroughly pressed into his belief. Voice smooth, and delicate like a woman's touch. Only crass and uneducated like that of a common street punk. This did not bode well for him in the least bit, especially if they were a gang of raiders. That would mean he was encroaching on there territory.

The voice had brought him back loosely but enough to keep his thought more coherent. "Well if I don't then the street punks that fancy themselves gods amongst the ruins might just get the upper hand." Maybe it was his word being put together in such a fashion that made her rock on, standing while laughing.

She lifted the rifle by its barrel, letting the stock rest on her shoulder. She was still laughing as she turned around, and goaded the other into laughing with her. Her laughter even brought a smirk to Nolan's, face. Not because it was funny but because he had a decent idea of what comes next. And he was far from it.

She took hold of the barrel with both hand and spun around. Stock of rifle met lower section and dust covered side of Nolan's face. Lurching him to the side, and spurting out blood. It was enough to pull tear just beneath the surface of his eyes. It happened so fast that he didn't even have time to recognize he was cracked on the head again, only this time there would be no loose of consciousness. No this time he was to endure the whole situation.

Time seemed to slow, as the next thing he realized was that he was being picked up and pushed into the wall. The two men on his side were holding him firmly to the wall. Blood mixed in a bold solution of saliva was clinging to the side of his lip, and staining the neck of his shirt. Rapidly and frantically his eyes had begun to blink. Slowly to more pronounced and visible blinks. The woman stepped in slamming the butt of the rifle onto his left foot.

Before the yelp of pain could even crawl its way through his throat. Her hand was place firmly just below Nolan's jaw, and squeezed tightly. With all she could muster, she jerked upward, causing the back of his head to knock against the wall. She leaned in and whispered. "Where's your big words now?"