Aftermath discussion

An empty street full of empty shops and desolated buildings. Its dark, and scary walking this street alone. Down every ally and every street could be a new horror. But, there is a chance for shelter. Which street will you choose? What horrors will you face?

Eve walked out of her old tattoo shop, slinging the bag she'd gotten from inside, and filled with cash from the counters, and anywhere else. The once bright neon lights that decorated the whole building were dark and lonely, and the inside rooms were trashed. She sighed and stepped out, closing the door behind her.

Outside it was a hot day. Something hotter than any other, which explained the outfit Eve was dressed in. She wore a top that barely covered her breasts and showed off her tanned skin and tattoos. She wished she could kill the Sun because they were Hell on her body artwork.
She also wore a bright yellow skirt that was very short and breezy.
She wasn't dressed like this because she knew she looked fine. She was dressed like this because she was burning up.

She retied her hair into a bun and set out on her way through the street, where cars no longer got in her way. She needed to find Fallen. Soon.
She knew it, but she had to live herself to do that... She walked along, watching where she was going, and hoping the gun she'd thrown into her backpack was loaded. "God bless Ricardo." She said, sarcasm dripping off of her words.

She looked hardcore, she knew, but right now, she was tired.

Raziel ran quickly, ducking behind an old orange stand.
Oh no, oh no, oh no! The dogs, crap! They'll kill me for sure if I can't find something to protect myself.
Raziel heard footsteps and the sound of an old door closing. He looked from behind his cover and saw a pretty sexy girl, covered in tattoos walking from a tattoo shop. He heard the dogs getting closer, even though she probably couldn't hear them at all.
Silently, as silent as a small pin dropping to the ground he walked behind her. Clasping his hand around her mouth he was fairly stronger than her, dragging her behind the stand. "Calm down, I'm trying to help. I just need you to be as quiet as possible. Unless you'd rather take your chance with the dogs!" Raziel said quietly and calm, though he knew it sounded somewhat viscous.
The mutants voices always did.

In a moment, Eve was dragged from the much to hot sun into a shadier place, with a sweaty hand covering her mouth and a dark, twisted voice telling her to be calm.
Seriously?

She frowned and shoved herself away, still perching behind a faded hot dog cart. "What the Hell?!" She said, looking over at him. "Get lost."

"Shut up!" He said in a whispered tone through his dark scarf. "You need to be quiet, or the dogs will find us and kill us. Just stay quiet, and we will both be alright." He said, hoping she'd listen to reason. "I'm sorry if I scared you, I was just trying to keep us both alive a little longer."
The dog barks and feet hitting the ground came closer. They are just around the corner. Here we go. Oh Lord, keep us safe. He prayed silently, happy for the moment he had his mutation.
"Here they come, shh." he said, barely audible.

Eve furrowed her eyebrows, but listened to the... Man? Person? Thing?! She didn't know, but she hunkered down further, closing her mouth, and not daring to breath.
She'd never heard about any dogs besides of Chica, and that dog really wouldn't hurt anyone besides someone producing a threat against Fallen.
Fallen... She needed to find Fallen.
But she had to stay alive!
She let an eyeroll go, and waited for the dogs to pass with the... Thing, she decided, beside her.

Raziel listened carefully, and sighed a breath of relief when the dogs went to turn the corner. He almost stood when he heard them coming back.
They'd been spotted.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets and pulled out a old switchblade in one and and spiked brass knuckles around the other. He stood and the dogs locked on to him.
"RUN! Go! Now!" He screamed at the girl and started running, knowing the dogs loved a chase.
A few meters away from her he turned just as one dog jumped and he quickly dogged, cutting its throat with the knife. The last two dogs growled and foamed at the mouth at him, ready to tear him to pieces.
Maybe this was it. Maybe he could finally go home. He would fight to his last breath, but he welcomed the death. He looked at the girl who was standing away from him. He smiled and nodded, hoping she would run.

"God!" She said to no one as she grabbed her bag and jumped up, careful not to hurt herself in the process of taking off down the street like some slutty blond bullet. She couldn't be eaten by those puppy things! She refused to die like that.
Her heartbeat was pounding in her head, and her breath was hard and fast, but she ran. She ran fast, and darted into a shop to take the gun out of her bag.

She leaned out the door, and could see a dog running after her. Praying to... Herself, she hoped the gun was loaded.
She aimed with a shaky hand and let out a breath as the dog... Thing neared her. Twenty feet away now, slowing down to examine her. Relax. Relax. She thought, wondering how in the world she could do that!
Her eyes closed right when she pulled the trigger, and the gun made a noise a lot bigger than she though as she shot. The bullet flew and hit the dog in the shoulder, forcing it to stop and fall to the ground.
YES! YES!
She jumped in glee, and looked back at the gun. How do I load it again? She thought, touching a groove in the barrel, thinking that if she pulled it back she might just...
Crap.
CRAP.

A dog was barreling toward her, faster than any of the others, and she dropped the gun to slam the door, and lock herself inside the shop, running into a broom closet. "Crap!" She seemed to say, over and over again.

Suddenly the dogs changed course. The girl had it one, and in turn, that attracted the other dog. Now only one left Raziel focused. The thing neared her more and he aimed carefully. Breathing slowly. Time seemed to move more slowly in his concentration.
The threw the blade with gun like precision.
Bulls eyes.
The dog yelp and tumbled over, making the knife stick deeper in its scull. It moved one last time and then stopped. Still and motionless. Like this land around them.

Raziel walked to the dog and pulled out the knife from its scull. Blood covered the ground, and the knife. The third dog, the one she had shot, was still moving and trying to get up.
"Sorry, but I can't let you do that." He whispered slowly cutting the dogs throat, more blood covering the knife and splattering against the glass door. He smashed the glass and unlocked the door.
"Hey, its alright. You can come out now. They are dead." He said, unemotional and cold. He came to an old closet and heard her voice saying "Crap" over and over again. He rapped on the door, "Hey, you alright?" He asked, not really caring but trying his best.
To his surprise, this time he was disappointed the dogs didn't take him.
Oh well. Maybe next time.

"What the..." She decided to not finish the sentence with the F word. Just this time. She had to catch her breath.
Opening the door, she shoved him away and walked outside, grabbing a bandana from the shelf and folding it into a triangle, knotting it around her arm to shade her tattoos while she looked outside. "Freaking life." she said, turning back to him. "Who are you?"

Raziel was barely moved by her push. Though she seemed strong, she wasn't very.
"My name is Raziel. Your welcome by the way." He said walking near and past her back on to the streets. He looked both ways, up and down the street just to make sure it was clear.
He put his knife and the bronze knuckles back into the pockets of his trench coat. Pulling his scarf tighter he started down the road.
Almost forgetting about the girl he turned and asked,
"Will you be okay on your own?"
He knew she'd say yes, though she might not have meant it. She just had that vibe of not wanting to seem weak.

She leaned down and picked up the gun that was warming on the sidewalk. She couldn't stand his attitude. "Hmm. Thanks." She said "What in the fantastically ruined world were those?!" She said, her voice rising in urgency.

He wondered how long she'd been in New York, because if she didn't know what those things where before, she must have never been here. He'd grown up in New York. But not this New York. Sure it was dangerous, but this was on a different scale. He had to watch his back, or get stabbed in it.
Good 'ol New York.
"They are dogs. Mutated, radiation-filled dogs. Don't let them bite. Your you'll be infected as well." He said turning away from her and walking ahead. "If you'd like to come along keep up. I'm headed to Seattle, if you're looking for someone and a place to stay, its probably in Seattle."