Aftermath discussion

One of the few things that still stands in this desolated city. This tower is hold, shaken, but can offer protection from the outside world. Few can find food, but there may be equipment. Do you venture in, in hopes of shelter? Or turn away in fear of the worst lurking inside?

Ryan stood at the top of the Space Needle, the wind blowing through his hair, the smell of death, radiation, and destruction in the air. It had been work getting up here, considering most of the stairs where gone and all he had to work with a rope tied to the top of the stairwell. Someone had put it there, probably the man who was now a decrepit corpse on the floor down below. The tower seemed relatively safe, and he'd found an old rusted blade. He know stood at the top, looking out on the once beautiful city.

Kat wore skin-tight black jeans, a small purple tank top and a thick black jacket along with faded purple converse. She stared at the dark sky, smoke could be seem and her eyes shimmered as they continued to tear up. She looked to her left and caught a silhouette of someone out of the corner of her eyes, her initial reaction was to turn and run but she didn't want to be alone.. even if that meant putting herself in danger.

Arely and Jared stood at the bottom of the Space Needle, staring up at it - or at least Jared was. Arely had gotten distracted and was instead staring at the sky. There were some stars out and she had always been awed by them.
"Let's go Arely," Jared said softly, grabbing her hand and walking towards the Space Needle. They needed to get up there, it was their only chance of protection.
Arely scowled and defiantly pulled her hand from his grasp, standing still and crossing her arms over her chest, "I don't want to," she said stubbornly, "It looks dangerous."
Jared sighed and frowned at his younger sister, "It'll be safe once we get up there," he persisted, walking around her and gently nudging her forward. She reluctantly began to move, knowing that he was right.

Ryan heard a shuffle, turning quickly he realized he never made sure the top of this place was safe. He thought he had heard voices down below, but didn't worry. He instead worried about what was up here with him.
He slowly took out a small blade of which he's had since he was a kid. He held it, ready to strike at what may be anything. Murderer. Mutant. Mutated murderer. Whatever it was, he'd be ready.
At least that's what he thought.
He walked and turned a corner and saw a girl.
"Uh, hello?" He said simply, making sure she could see the sharp knife it his hand.

Fallen was inside, but not at the top. She was looking around a spare room, seeing if she could find a place to hide until morning. The air outside was cold, and she didn't want to be in it.
This looked like a closet, full of cleaning products, but Fallen didn't care. She was lost, she was cold, and she just wanted to sleep.

She settled down in the corner of the room, settling for a burlap sack to be her blanket, and she closed her eyes, leaving the light on for comfort.
"Dear Jesus," She said quietly. "Thank you for this day, no matter how long and cold. Thank you for keeping me safe. Thank you for letting me find somewhere to sleep...." She teared up. "Please help us, Lord. The world is ending, isn't it? So why aren't I with you?! ...Oh, just help my sister, please? Help her find her way to me. I need her... Somehow. Maybe she will believe in you after all of this. I love you Lord. Thanks again... Amen." She said out loud, wiping her face free of tears, and trying to go to sleep.

Little did she know: The light was blearing on above her, and light up the whole closet with a brilliant light. She thought it would keep her safe, but it wasn't doing anything for her safety. The door hadn't shut all the way, and the light was filtering out of the room, into the dark hallway. It was a clear sign she was in there.

Connor wrote: "Ryan heard a shuffle, turning quickly he realized he never made sure the top of this place was safe. He thought he had heard voices down below, but didn't worry. He instead worried about what was u..."

Kat took an uneasy step backwards as he noticed something shining in his hand, the light from the red sky reflected off the weapon and Kat took a sharp breath inwards as she realized what it was. But why is he saying hello? Her eyes were wide, her eyes were pink from crying, her cheeks were pink from running and her lips were red from biting them.. she wasn't prepared from any other body part to turn red from a slap or even being stabbed.. ''I- er.. sorry I just- please don't'' she croaked in a tired voice.

Fallen was awoken from her shallow sleep and she took in a gasp as she heard voices. A woman? A woman wouldn't hurt her, would she? She didn't sound like it. In fact, the tone of her voice sounded worn and almost scared. She dared to rise from her hole and peek out the door, seeing a shorter girl that had hair that looked, from where Fallen was, black as night. She couldn't see anyone else, so she thought maybe she was safe.
Maybe this was one of the girls that Even used to hang out with.

Stepping out of her closet, she shut off the light and walked along the wall, sliding her hand across the surface and breathing lightly.
She was so scared.
"God, keep me safe." She said before letting the girl see her.

"Hello?" Feeling young and unprotected.

Bam wrote: "Connor wrote: "Ryan heard a shuffle, turning quickly he realized he never made sure the top of this place was safe. He thought he had heard voices down below, but didn't worry. He instead worried a..."

Ryan looked at her blankly. He wondered how long she'd been up here. He put the blade back in his pocket, and squatted down in front of her. Reaching in his back pocket he pulled out a picture of himself, a young women and a child.
His family.
He showed the picture to her, "Have you seen either one of this people?" He asked kindly, tapping the picture with his finger. "If you have, and you tell me, you'd have my thanks. And don't worry, if you don't hurt me, I won't hurt you. You've got my word."
You've got my word. A line he used often to get information from people. He had a trustworthy face, and people couldn't help but tell him what he wanted when he said You have my word.
It was like his own little mutation, without all the radiation poising and actual mutation.

((Is your charrie talking to mine, Abigail?))

Kat looked at the page blankly, the faces looked so happy and the boy now looked years older.. much older. But that's the effects of war, it hardens people. Kat raised her eyes and she shook her head, staying utterly silent. She wrapped her arms around her body protectively and shifted on the spot ''I-I don't have a picture of my family..'' her voice broke slightly ''I've lost them all forever'' she whispered, trying desperately to cling onto those last tears that were threatening to fall.

Ryan frowned at the girl. He sighed and put the picture away. Sitting down next to her and slinging his pack to the ground. "I'm very sorry for you loss. But you haven't lost them. They are your family, you hold them right here." He said, patting the stop where his heart was on his chest. "They will always be with you."
He was getting emotional again. He got this way when he met those whose lost there entire family. And this was the way he usually consoled them.
Ryan un-zipped his bag and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He took a quick swig, letting the liquid burn down his throat. He never had a drinking problem, but he would never drink alone. He held out the bottle to her, "Drink?" he said without even looking at her.
He heard the 'Hello' from down the tower, but decided to ignore it.

((yesss))

Kat accepted the drink ''Why not..'' she laughed weakly, letting the drink slide down her neck and burn what little senses she had left. She heard a voice behind her and span around to see a young girl, she looked younger than herself but she had tired eyes and dark hair which made her look much older.. Kat nodded her head at the girl so she would feel welcome ''A-are you alright?'' she mumbled, not wanting to scare the girl by walking towards her.

Fallen wished so badly that she had Eve with her then, but she couldn't be scared. This girl in front of her looked nice! Not like she wanted to kill her. Besides, she had God beside her. I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength. She reminded herself.
"I'm okay... Are you?" She asked, stepping just one foot closer.
Then she noticed the bottle. And the man beside the girl. Oh no. She didn't look threatening. But he did...
Don't be scared. Don't be scared. Eve wouldn't be scared. She thought fiercely.

Kat smiled weakly at her ''Yes'' this didn't sound convincing as her voice cracked in the middle, speaking just choked her up, despite any amount of alcohol. She didn't know what to do.. she had no-one to confide in and nobody to hug.

"Okay..." She said, hugging her middle awkwardly. For a moment, she only stood, watching them. "I'm sorry to both you." She finally said, beginning to turn around.

Ryan eyed the girl suspiciously. How has she survived? He wondered to himself. She's small and looks pretty weak. Also like someone I've met....hmm.
"Don't be sorry, young girl. Your welcome to sit down and drink with us." He said, waving his hand to the spot on the ground if front of them. He pulled out a half empty bag of chips and opened them, putting them in the middle. "Eat up. The calories and fat will do you some good." He said, smiling at what his mother would always tell him.
"I almost forgot, what are your names? I'm Ryan." He said politely.

Edee circled the space needle. She could smell other humans inside, but was wary about approaching them. She could hear their discussion, one was called Ryan. She had run into to many humans that would attack when they discovered she was a mutant. It wasnt her looks that gave it away, she looked like the average human.It was when she caught sight of something to quickly, heard something from to far away, or could smell something that didnt have a distict scent to the normal human nose. All of those things were dead givaways to what she was, and she really didnt want to be attacked today.

Kat cocked her head to one side as she gratefully took a chip from his bag ''The girl looks a little young to be drinking.. Oh and I'm Kat, Hello Ryan'' she smiled weakly, her tears quickly disappearing. She tapped the girls head as they broke away from their hug.

Becka stepped into their circle carefully, and sat down on the cold tile beneath them. "Thank you." She said, taking a chip. "But, I don't drink alcohol." She said, tucking a bit of dark hair behind her ear.

"True." He said, looking at the girl again. "Well, I'm sorry. It seems to be all I have." He said, ruffling through is bag once more and finding nothing.
"Hello Kat, now I know it doesn't seem important, but I really do need to know if you've seen these people. They are very important to me, and I need to know if they are alive." He said, handing her the picture. He looked at the young girl who still seemed familiar.
Then he got it.
"Young one, would your name be Fallen? And are you from New York, with a sister named Eve? Have you seen this girl?" He said, pointing at the picture, more excited and hopeful than he's ever been.

Edee creeped inside quietly making her way to where the others sat. She held a small dagger in her hand just to insure her safety. Her feet barely made a sound as she stalked towards them and watched all three from a distance, her dark eyes large and curious.

Fallen shrugged. "That's alright. I found a water fountain that was working downstairs on the left side. I drank before I went to bed..." She said, watching him fiddle in his bag.
She watched him, wondering where she'd seen eyes like his before. He seemed a good seven or ten years older than her, but she knew he was probably older than he looked. She didn't know.
Either way, when he showed her the picture, and pointed to a small girl on the paper, posing in a cute and innocent way that made Fallen think of home, she knew where she'd seen his looks before. "Anna. You're her Dad?" She asked, looking from him to the photo and back to him. "I'm so sorry sir. I came from New York, yes, and she was attacked, by these... dog things. I've never seen them, but once before, when they came for my Mother... None of the people in this picture survived their attack." She said, knowing that those happy looking people were his family. "I'm very sorry."

Ryan's nightmares had come true. His family was dead. He was alone. He had no one and no where to go. He wished he could die right now. Maybe he would get to seem them on some 'other side'. But he was never a religious man. The Wars beat it out of him.
Instead of crying and throwing himself off the building, like he so wanted to do, he whistled and shouted "Warren! Here boy!"
The giant Bernese Mountain dog came running up the steps and sat itself next to Ryan. He petted him softly and whispered, "They are gone buddy. We can stop looking. At least they are out of this Hell-of-a world.
He looked up to Fallen, "Thank you for bringing this news to me Fallen. It helps a lot. Where is your sister? Your practically attached to the hip. Did you get separated?" He asked her in a quite, calm voice.
He looked down at Kat, who was practically silent. He wondered where she came from, and if she was going to be alright. She seemed lost and lonely.

((I've been a bit preoccupied, but I haven't missed too much, right?))

((Nope not really, we're just getting to know each other))

Kat shifted uncomfortably on the spot, at least they both knew where there family was. Her older sister told her to 'stay there, we'll be back for you.' and so she waited behind that dumpster for hours, crying for hours and hours. It wasn't until silence filled the city that she knew they weren't coming back. Her parent's and big sister were gone forever. Her hands began to tremble but for the younger girls sake she held back the tears, she dug her nails into her hand to control herself. Instead she focused on the conversation to distract herself.

Fallen smiled at him, but her attention was brought to the end of the hall, after his dog had come to him. Something was still going on down the hall.
She waited for a moment, but it wasn't long until a great white ball of energy came blasting down the hallway, running toward Fallen with a zeal that was so amazing, Fallen couldn't help but smile. "Chica!!" She called toward the Dane as it slowed and neared her, pink tongue hanging out. "Where've you been? With... Warren?" She said, looking at Ryan's dog. "I'm sorry... They were amazing though, and I think they're... Alright now... My sisters just fine. We were broken apart, but we'll find each other again. God won't keep us apart for long." She said with confidence, petting Chica's head.

Jared circled the building and found an old rusty stair case leading up. He guessed it was used by maintenance people or possibly in case of a fire. "Come on," he said gently to Arely, pulling her alongside him as he began climbing up the stairs. They were creaky and extremely unsteady, and he almost feared they would give up beneath them as they walked.
"I don't like this," Arely murmured with a frown.

Kate smiled at the dog and girl bonding ''I hope you find your family some day'' she smiled weakly, walking over to pet the dog ''What it's name did you say? Chica?'' she chuckled ''I'm not sure if that's a girl or boys name.. is it a girl? Sorry if i'm wrong..'' she whispered, the first time she started to babble on since the accident. A scratch was in bedded just under her purple fringe and she also had a collection of small bruises on her legs and a thick gash on her hip. But she didn't want to worry anyone.

Fallen smiled and nodded. "She's a girl. I've had her for a long time now." She said, thinking more of Eve than her dog at the moment. "She might still be in new york. My sister, I mean... What about you?" She said, looking to Kate. "Where are yours?"