Dreaming Restless discussion

(Post-apocalyptic I believe was the idea?)

((Indeed it was))

(alrighty ^^)

((Charrie sheet?))

(theres one in the folder)

((Right. Made a charrie. GO!))

(alright, ill post in one sec, i have to switch computers)

((okay))

Adrian groaned. His leg throbbed painfully. He struggled to sit up. Too much pain. His arms trembled as he sat up in the rubble. He looked around. Damn.

Hayley stirred. "Wha..." she moaned. She looked around. What. Where... where... where am I? Then she remembered. The fight. Behind her old school. Rubble. How? The light. The thunder. "Ugghhh..." she sat up, and inspected herself. She looked at her leg. "Aw, crap."

He pulled himself up and started limping for the hospital. His friend... Alex... She might still be alive. She might help.

She managed to get herself upright, and took a few steps before falling again. She swore. "Crap!"
She managed to hobble to the hospital/

Alex sat up. "Ow." she muttered. Her patient was dead, his blood spattered on her green scrubs. She distantly heard her name. "Alex! Al! Alexandria!"
She winced, getting to her feet. "Here!"
Adrian walked over and hugged her tightly

She looked at her leg, sighed, and called for help.

The pair glanced up. Alex stepped back.
"Hello?" Adrian called.

A voice! "Hello!" she called again.

He frowned. "Come on Al." he coaxed. "Where are you?" he called

"Outside." she replied.

((GTG))

"Really." he muttered. "Where outside."

Wait... can I really trust him? she thought to herself. She didn't have a choice though, so she called again. "Outside the hospital doors.

"Alright. Give us a minute!" he called. Alex wrapped her arms around him so he could use her as a crutch, and they started off, limping along.

"Okay..." she muttered, examining her leg again. It was at a weird angle, and blood was coming out of it.

The two came closer.
"Looks broken." Alex observed.

"Yeah... Do you know what happened??" she asked frantically.

Adrian shook his head. "Looks like everythings just.. Blanked out. I was knocked unconcious."

"Me too. Everyone's dead." she looked around at the mess around them.

"Apocalypse." Alex murmured.
"Dont start with that, Al--"
She glared. "You weren't concious for the tremors, the explosions.. The screaming.."

"I don't remember it either. All I remember is I was in some fight with some dude, and there was this huge surge of light and wind, and next thing I know..." she gestured to the world around her.

He nodded. "Huh.."
Alex shook her head, sighing heavily. "I don't know... I just know I want to get your leg looked at.." she glanced down at Adrian, who's wound had stopped bleeding but was looking gorey and deep. "Risk of infection. Big time."

"... right. Is there much left of the hospital?"

Alex arched a brow at her. "It's been reduced to a pile of rubble and dead patients." she said simply.

"Lovely." she said. "So, is there anyone else.. alive?"

"Not that I know of." she replied with a shrug.
Adrian shook his head, frowning.

"Same." she looked out. "I guess I better go look for people."

she shook her head. "You need your leg splinted."

"Nuh-uh." she shook her head. "I'm finding my family, whether you like it or not."

Alex rolled her eyes. "Go ahead and act like a child, then." she replied. "Come on, Adrian." she murmured. "I want to get it cleaned before you end up with something terrible."

She ignored her comment, and went on ahead anyway.

Alex walked with Adrian, helping him.

She stumbled past wreckages and so on, finally finding...

"A car?" she questioned the probability of it working.

Alex sat him down on a chunk of cement. Finding an in tact bottle of salve, she started dressing his wound and wrapped it up with bandages.

Annabell whimpered int he darness. She pulled her small body through a window and tumbled outside.

It didn't work, just as she'd predicted. She limped on.

The two older survivors looked around. With a heavy sigh, Adrian rubbed the back of his neck. Tired.

She wandered past the little girl.

Annabell sat up, coughing. Her usually strawberry blonde hair was black with ash from the fire that had errupted during the apocalypse in her home. She'd managed to escape, but was then knocked unconcious just outside. "Rayne!" she called desprately, but her voice was cracked and raspy.

"Huh?" she heard a voice.

The child scrambled from the rubble, but was disappointed to find a strange girl standing there and not her big brother.

She stared at the little girl. ".. hello."

She rubbed her face. "Did you see my brother?" she coughed

"No, I'm sorry. I'll take you to some people, though."