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Distantly, somewhere far away, Jane could hear her alarm clock letting out a strangled cry of alarm, as it did every day at 6am. She struggled to sit up, and found her leg to be caught beneath a pile of rubble. It was painful, but not as bad as her arm. She pulled away the rubble and stood in what was once her bedroom.

May twenty-third, 2012. The date would be forever in her memory. With a dying cough, her alarm clock flickered out. The sound died, and she was alone. Craning her neck, she could see the sky from where she stood, and shock kept her from crying out then and there. So, she decided to do what she had to do, and headed out of her house.

Around 6:09, Jane had managed to make her way through the ruins of  her apartment complex, and out into the street. The four story walk had been a bitch before at midnight when the elevator was out, but she was lucky now that it had been a small place. She'd survived out of some odds she couldn't calculate.
As she went along, she caught sight of the dead. They were strewn here and there, draped over dashboards of cars, ejected through windshields. Children lay in the grass of houses as she left the lovely suburbia for the large city. 
That was the only place she could hope to find any help from.

6:25 was the time that flashed on a dashboard of a running car with no gas. The battery would go next. She made her way into the large maze of charred buildings and collapsed lives.

"Hello!" she cried, her hands cupping her mouth in an attempt to amplify the shaky sound. "Hello! Is anyone out there?" she called again, her feet carrying her aimlessly. She had no idea where she was going, but it had to be better than staying lost.

Where the hell is everyone..? Don't tell me I'm the last person alive. What was-
She spun around at a sound behind her. She frowned in surprise when she ended up staggering into someone. 
Jane blinked in surprise at the man who fell over. She was stunned into temporary silence when the slew of "fucks" and other curses that were uttered at her. A few seconds in she gave an irritable glare down at him, shaking her head. 

"Yeah, well, fuck you too." she replied. "Are you quite finished?" she asked, offering a hand to help the obviously injured man back to his feet. 

Her gaze flicked up to the priest that was behind him, not close but not far either. She merely nodded to him, not positive how she was supposed to feel about the people she'd just stumbled upon. 

(thank god for Urban dictionary x3)

Jane's eyes widened in slight surprise at the insult. She glared at him and drew her sweater around her shoulders a bit tighter, the scowl settling on her lips easily.

"Asshole." she scoffed in obvious disgust. This man was such a.. Such a pig!

Her gaze flickered quickly back to the priest that stood behind him. She nearly groaned aloud at the insults that were flung at the poor man by this terribly vulgar seeming man. She had a feeling that, if she were to be forced to stay around him much longer, she'd end up going insane and ripping her hair out much sooner than you like.

"You should listen to him." Jane glared down at Connor, crossing her arms at his backhanded compliment if sorts, grinding her teeth. "The man has a point. It would be a bit easier for all of us."

Jane's nose wrinkled in disgust, and her stomach pinched with a wave of neasuea. The purplish, broken foot that sat in an unnatural way made her grimace. She swallowed back most of her words, a frown tugging on her lips.

"Well.. Fuck." she said, her fingers scraping through her hair, her eyes flickering to Jacob, then Connor. "I'm not sure if we can brace a foot." she rattled off. Her gaze flicked to the angry brit's face. "You'll be in an overwhelming bit of pain, and having to get some sort of crutch to keep weight off of it." she recited. "And just hope that it sets properly and won't have to be re broken." she grimaced at the thought.

Jane sat back and studied the swollen, unnaturally purple foot. She turned away from the two men to search for some sort of crutch they could use. "Maybe some sort of pole we can scavenge.." she mused.

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Dammit.
Alright then :D editing)

Jane nodded, looking over at him with a we smile. "I would never have guessed." she remarked. "It's nice to meet you, Jacob, sad that it has to be under these circumstances."

A bitter smile flickered across her lips. She cast a glance over her shoulder at the rather rude man who'd been grossly insulting the two of them for the allotted time. She shook her head and her eyes moved back to the pile of rubble before them. Her hands made the slow process of digging through the remnants of homes and other things that were cluttered together and tossed away bits of pipe and what not.

"I'm Jane." she offered to the both of them, sounding more tired than she should've. "Jane Lyons." she glanced down at the rubble once more. "Are you the only two so far?"

A pile of rags stirred woozily in the far corner.
'Scuse me for a sec you lot, but couldja keep it down ey?'
Jonathan registered the small group of people, it would make sense for them all to be meeting in a church of all places, God must have had a sense of humour, blowing the rest of the neighbourhood to Kingdom fucking Come, leaving his House standing still, like a gravestone in a desert.

Must get the name of his insurance agent, Jonno thought to himself, and sniggered. Then he registered them all staring at him; the one that had to be a man of God, had a curious expression on his face, half doubting Thomas, half Sweet Lord Jesus. There was nothing angelic about the tough who scowled at hm with his arms folded. The women, the women were...nonplussed, perhaps a little disgusted. Hurriedly he gave himself the once over; no unsightly stains or anything like that. Birds were fucking picky things, he shrugged.

'Spose I'm gate crashin this here party, I mightas well stump up m'name... 's Jonno.' Ta fucking daah...

Jane glanced up at the man, only mildly surprised by the man who'd climbed out of the rubble. She gave a half irritated sigh at the man, wrinkling her nose. Another angry foreigner, it would seem. She was growing more irritable, in the small amount a time that she'd been here.

"Lovely to make your acquaintance." she said, dusting herself off. "I expect you've heard enough to know our names." she remarked quickly. Her hands moved back to the rubble.

Jane's gaze flickered to Jacob, and her features darkened in the slightest. She felt pitty fill her for a long moment. The poor man.

Jonno squinted as he thumped his left ear, 'Ey sorry missus, erm I dunno any of yous, I mean no I didn't hear your names, begging your pardon, like.' His eyes swam in an out of focus as he regarded them, and eased into a bleary focus, as they fell on Connor.

'Ere, you look pretty familiar mate... don't you hang round that place whassisname... oh yeah Jacknife's?'
He straightened up, and and pulled a clean lace handkerchief from an inside pocket and wiped his glasses till they sparkled in the dust-choked air.

Putting them back on, and smoothing his dark green Lonsdale shirt down over his belly, he attempted a placating grin. Lord above only knows how he managed to keep his teeth the way he had, he may have lost much of the few gifts he had been lumbered with, but his teeth, still shone pearly white.

'Sorry bout earlier... jus'you lot woke me up is all... ahem... as I was saying, my name's Jonathan, you can call me Jon, or Jonno... If you likes.'

Jane's brows arched. She wasn't much surprised by the familiarity between the two. Hell, the world had ended, she wasn't surprised by much. The reality had yet to hit her, as well, which would kill her later.

"Fine then, sir." she replied simply. "My name is Jane Lyons. The others.. They can tell you."

She bent back over and tugged on a hard pipe. She grunted and tugged out a large portion of the silvery metal that fell off in her hands. It was fairly ling and sturdy, hopefully it'd help. 

"How about this, Connor?" she glanced behind her shoulder at the injured man. "Too short? Too long?"

Jonno's eyes lit up, and his wide mouth broke into an easy smile a child might exhibit upon spotting his favourite toy amidst the many others in the toybox.
'Aww thanks very much mate, s'been a right fuckin' mare 'ereabouts 'asn't it of late.' He had begun walking towards the group, when he stopped in his tracks, noticing, at last,that the man who called himself Connor Moore appeared to be a tad the worse for wear.

'What 'appened to you mate? Looks like you busted up your peg well an' good.' Jonno broke into a shuffling run, and crowbarred his arm underneath Connor's.
'Alright tough lad, it's no use you bein a fuckin' ero ey. You hang abouts on me for a tick, then... ahh...' for he had just cottoned on to what Jane Lyons had been looking for.

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'Ow you doin' father, name's Jonathan Rigby. Err... spose I shouldn't be fuc... oh shi... sorry Father! Not in the house've God and all that ey?' Jonno looked sheepishly up at the faded interior, which, despite being far from it's best, was nevertheless a church. Truly, he thought to hmself, I out to've known better, but then again his parents had never been the sort for churches, even when they had been sober.

Jane nodded, handing over the pipe to Connor without complaint. She longed closer to the priest, feeling a bit safer around sanity and calm than anger and cursing. She glanced to the cross but said nothing.

"Do we have any sort of plan?" the only woman of the slowly expanding group asked, her arms crossing. "At all? Or are we just milling about ready to die?"

(Nice editing Alex:) or what can I call you, sorry, I'm just assuming names now:p)

Jonno rarely piped up to offer suggestions on anything, but as me gobshite Da once said, before he fucked off, he added, when the shite gets thick, it's time every man gets himself a shovel.

'Well I dunno bout yous lot but I'm sure's he- I mean I'm deffo not hangin' round for the reaper to shake me by the hand. I move for supplies... and shelter... in that order. Then maybes we could ermm find a radio or summat like, ain't that what they do in them films? whajew reckon?'

Jane nodded her head to Jonno, glancing to the other two. She was physically exhausted, but her mind was racing a million miles an hour, a wary, thankful smile played quickly on her lips. 

"Yes, indeed. Supplied and shelter are probably our best bet." she nodded her head quickly. "Probably.. Water first, you know? We can only last a short while without water. Without suffering from some internal damage or dying miserably. I've survived the apocalypse, I'd rather not die of dehydration." she released a tired sigh. "If it's alright with the rest, of course. Then an attempt at radioing.. We might have to find a higher up place where we can get reception.."

Jonno smiled reassuringly at Jacob. Seeing as the Church was tehnically, or structurally not even a Church anymore, he supposed he should be able to call the man Jake, but somehow that didn't seem to be the right thing to do. Not that he cared for rules of propriety or any old guff like that, but it felt like in this time where the familiar seemed to be falling away, at least some things ought to remain as a reminder, a memorial of sorts. 'Fuck, who'd've thought, me a fuckin' philosopher like,' he thought, left lip lifting in a smirk.

He cleared his throat, 'Well erm, I spose the next place t'be going to is like a supermarket or sommat like that. Don't spose anyone'd be to fussed if we nicks ourselves a coulpa things.'

"Not if they're all dead, I should think not." was Jane's quick reply. She glanced between the three men quickly and have a nod. "We should hurry, then." she mused, her brows furrowing. "If there are others, they'd think to go there too, wouldn't they?" her brows arched. "Therefore, we need to get there.. Hopefully to catch them." she frowned. 

She wiped her dirty hands on her jeans and gave a disgusted grimace at Connor's comment. She really did feel terribly for Jacob, the poor man having to deal with the lot of them, and none of them really seemed to be religious. Jonno was at least trying to be respectful, but hell, for all she knew that wouldn't last long either.

"If I remember correctly.. And I'm not positive I do.. There should be a supermarket about three blocks away... In that direction?" she bit her lip, trying to figure it out. She frowned slightly. "Though, I'm not very familiar with the city as much." she admitted sheepishly.

(I think that would be awesome!
But I can't write out a reply cause I have to drive to get breakfast and pack, hopefully I'll reply before I leave this afternoon.)

The holy man's touch was a comfort. At least someone believed in the best here, someone that believed there was an all powerful God who'd caused this to happen, but still someone. 
Jane nodded thankfully to Jacob, grateful for the reassurance. "Thank you, Father." she murmured, deciding to give the man the title of respect he'd earned in his years of worship and de orioles to his all-powerful God. 

"Alright." she said, an easy phrase of agreement slipping past her lips. She was comfortable knowing someone older and seemingly wiser was taking hold. Or at least, someone who wasn't erupting with "fuck"s every other sentence or making unnerving sexual innuendos. "Then I suppose it would be best that we go, Hm?"

Jane shot an irritated glare his way, but couldn't hold it long. She was far too tired of the bickering. Her eyes darted over the building, and she slowly moved to the side, tilting her head to peer around the corner of the building. 

"What about this idea." she decided. "There's a nicely cracked window over there. Maybe if Connor uses his "crutch" to smash it, we can slip through there.. As long as it's not that double-pane sort of thing, we shouldn't have too big a problem.."

Her gaze darted uneasily to the shadowy alley formed between the slowly crumbling buildings. A shudder ran down her spine as she was pricked by fear. Her fingers clasped at the silver circle dangling around her throat and toyed with it in an anxious fashion. What could have died down there? It was like a horror movie, a very bad horror movie that she was forced to live in. 

Jane winced at the sound of shattering glass and wrinkled her nose in the slightest. Well, at least it had worked, right? Plus, the small escape from Connor would probably let her relax, even if it was only for a short while. 

"Thank you." she said with a simple nod and looked to the priest beside her with a wry smile. "If you say so." she replied. 

Jane hoisted herself up and managed to wiggle her hips past whatever glass was left in the window. She slipped herself inside and fell a foot or two into the shop, wincing slightly at the minimal pain on her ankle. She glanced about the musky shop, her eyes adjusting slowly to the dim lighting. 

Jonno couldn't help but snigger, but had the good grace to smother it behind a hammy fist. A Priest clambering through a broken window, that had an incredible irony about it, although, if truth be told, a reality that might not have seemed so ridiculous back home in Bootle. Father McCreedy had been an old-lady buggering old crook to be sure, but then again, men who did that were just, what did his mother call them? Oh yeah 'sheepshaggers', Well they did have their flocks and all that, and if they wrern't fucking with your mind they'd be doing you all the same.

Jonno shook his head, as though to shake off the unsavoury image; those men his mother had told him about were Men of God in name only, their deeds painting them as villains, but that was not the case of this man, this Father, Jake, as he had privately nicknamed him. Goggling at the window, his eyes slid down to his bulging belly; yeah I'm gonna fit in there for sure.

'I spose I'll just stand out'ere an...keep watch... yeah Or...'
An idea ocurred to him, which was no suprise,really.
'Ey hows about I rustle up a ride. 'm sure there's loadsacars and that lot round 'ere.'

Rei looked around town, or what was left of it, the rubble blocking her path. She jumped up on one of the block, a great block of concrete, and looked around for any sign of people, before she jumped down. "Myans." she muttered, kicking a rock from her feet.

Amber coughed, or rather hacked. She stumbled through the rubble which had been the left side of her house before. A car had swerved off the road and diminished the kitchen, taking the support beam with it. Her room had tumbled, luckily she wasn't in it. But desperately, she stood. She had been burried under a couch, and her wrist was pretty badly hurt. "Ash?!" She called into nothingness. Her hair was matted and tangled from sweat, and her skin was coated in a thin layer of rubble.

But Ashton was already down the road, had given up hope. He had thought she had died along with his parents.

J_Byrd wrote: "Paige walked for sometime, her mind on nothing but her little brother. She would stop sometimes and check houses to see if her brother made refuge there. She kept trying to think where a 6 year old..."

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Ashton turned around, meer surprise on his face and hope of Amber but it was in vain. He knew Amber's voice, and it wasn't this girl's. But nonetheless the expression slid off his face and shattered on the ground. "Hey." He called, surprising himself with the casuallity in his voice. But there was an undertone of depression, as he wished for some miracle.

"My apologizes, I'm afraid I haven't." His heart crushed further, wishing someone could be happy. The thought of a child suffering through this alone made his gut wrench, and he felt like he was going to throw up. He almost could not bring himself to ask, but he head to know.

"Have you seen a blonde girl, green eyes, about two inches shorter than me?" He asked, tears pricking his eyes.

A bitter laugh came from the boy, and he slightly turned away from the girl as a tear traveled down his cheek. She's gone, face it. "Yeah, we're probably the only ones left." He commented, a lump forming in his throat. He kicked a rock, his fist slamming against the side of what looked like the reminants of a house structure.

Rei jumped down from her perch, hearing a noise. She walked towards it, wondering if it was anyone she knew.

Ashton looked at her for a moment, his stormy eyes calming. His knuckles were welling up with crimson blood, and he sighed. Leaning against the punched wall he slid to the ground, shaking his head. "It's all gone. It doesn't matter."

Va-Mo stared up at the sky, her electric blue eyes filled with great hate and anger. She sat on a felled tree, all her possesions she now carried in a backpack by her feet. She.looked back over.the wave of destruction before her and felt the need to hurt. To hurt someone, anyone, even herself. She thought of her parents, who had onced loved her. A bitter laugh escaped her lips as continued this thought.

Her parents had tried to kill her, to save themselves. Their house hadn't been as damaged as.the others, still in working condition and standing upright. She'd loved that house, but now when she looked back on it, it symbolized selfishness and the darkest fears of the.human heart.

Va-Mo didn't expect anyone to be alive, but when she saw few people run for sanctuary, she felt sick. So sick, she couldn't bear to watch them run for nothing, only to be shot down by someone else for what they had wanted.

Va-Mo turned, hearing her name. She saw a girl, about her age, walking towards her. She didn't answer at first, but finally came her foul.greeting, "'The fuck do you want?"

"Does it honestly look like I give a shit about what helps or not,".Va-Mo retorted sharply, "And what I'm doing out here is my business, asswipe."

"Keep prancing, fucktard," Va-Mo muttered, "You won't always be able to."

Va-Mo laughed bitterly. "I wouldn't be surprised; my number's been up for a damn long time," she chuckled darkly, "But what works faster: two knives or a rifle?" She pressed her rifle against Lyte's throat, not even blinking or looking in her direction.

Va-Mo smirked. She flipped the rifle, the barrel facing her, and swung the butt of it at Lyte.swiftly as she kicked at her stomach. "Good to know."

Va-Mo sighed and looked down at her hands. "Have you gotten this outta your system," she asked boredly.

"Sometimes it's good to forget," Va-Mo said.

Va-Mo quirked a brow. "Because I want forget thise bastards and that damn tub."

"Currently trying to forget," Va-Mo reminded her, "Don't ask."