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    Gia practically bolted into the town, tripping over loose weeds in the first lawn. It was a tiny place, the middle of nowhere, as far as she knew. From what she had seen above, climbing an old cell tower, the population had been tiny, no more than 300 people, if she assumed the houses were more spread out. After being crouched in the tower for the day, she had decided it was deserted- which meant, there was a chance at food. No sign of people moving about, which was unusual, the sun had been shining brightly, though as the day wore on, the clouds gathering in the distance had covered, casting everything in dark shadow. Thunder rumbled threateningly and large raindrops had begun pelting down from the sky. She stood at a hight of 5-foot-nothing, with a round, freckled face, a bit childish in apperence for a 16 year old girl, though her brown eyes were wary of anything.


    Her trip left her sprawling into the gravel, the small cat in her hood digging his claws into the back of her neck with a growl, avoiding being thrown. It felt strange, being out from under the trees, on solid ground now after all those months she'd spent under the cover of the forest. She felt exposed, perhaps why she scrambled up and ran into the nearest house, unsurprised to find the door open. People didn't usually lock the doors when everyone knew everyone else, she grew up in a town like this. Not this one of course, and it felt like ages ago that she was a kid- it'd only been a year. This thought crossed her mind as she began rifling through cabinets, listening for any sound of movement in the house. It didn't appear to have been lived in for quite a while, probably couple months. Her guess was based on the fact that a couple months ago, people started going to live in the walled cities. A couple months ago, she'd lost her family, gotten separated from what was left of her friends, that she'd gotten left behind. A month ago, the monsters hit.


    People had assumed, at first, it was just freak coincidence, wolves, bears, sharks. People disappeared, sometimes their bodies would reappear, mangled nearly beyond recognition. Then there would be something that felt like organized attacks, tearing through houses, coming in the night without warning. They'd strike like lighting, and leave just as quickly. Walls around the larger cities, cities like New York or Chicago, Fairbanks, were put up. People were advised to move there, space was provided, as long as they made it alive. Larger farms and food producing areas were heavily guarded, walls slowly being put up around even them, where people could either choose to live or be bussed out to every working day. Anyone else was left to fend for themselves, the pilgrimage to the cities a chaotic trip.


    Whether she was headed in the right direction was something that Gia was hoping to figure out here, in this deserted little town, but only after she found something to eat. She'd dug up some dried fruit, jerky, instant oatmeal- camping foods, things that didn't spoil. She'd long since learned to not even bother with the fridge. She was delighted to find some catfood in the pantry, and all went into her backpack, which had, at one point, been patterned desert camouflage, much like the army cap stuffed over her curly, brown hair. It was now darker brown, muddy and worn- though it still worked. A new blanket traded out with her old, ratty one, and a sleepingbag was clipped to the outside of her pack. All from one house, all before-


    Sirens. Warning systems had been set up, a sort of sensor, though they could be a little faulty in some areas, set off by a herd of simple cattle- there were no such creatures here. As the wailing echoed through the silent town, dread filled her body, her hands freezing in the motion of zipping her coat up. They were coming. They were coming and they would find her- on her shoulder, a growl rumbled from the cat, mixing with the thunder.


    Monsters.


    [[Hello there! I see you've managed to actually read all that. Really sorry O_O; my responses wont be quite that long. Anyways, I'd like it if you could keep your responses at an advanced, or semi-advanced level, and no form-preamble-thing need be provided, just hop on in.]]

    OOC: Can I do some monsters?!
    I can be a people too, if you really want... But oh man, I'd really like to let loose some of my horrendous monsters for you...your setting is perfect! ???

    Digby's Department Store had stood on the corner of Fourth and Main for over fifty years. It had stood through the flash flooding just as well as it had stood through the two tornadoes that hit the town. Although it stood today just where it always had, it was far from the pristine condition Mr. Digby religiously kept it in. The old man had been one of the last to leave town after the reports and sightings of the creatures, but as his customers left one by one, so did his will to stay.
    Digby's had everything from animal feed to scented candles, most of the isles now we're in shambles. What with the looting and soon after the animals. But there was one isle mostly untouched by the chaos that swept the townsfolk away, isle seven. And that's where a young boy, no older than six found himself when the sirens echoed through the gutted department store.
    Back behind the greeting cards and across from the fake flowers was the small toy section, and it was the only place this sandy haired youth enjoyed being.
    Covering his ears to block the shrill sound he stands slowly,eyes as wide and round as the buttons on his oversized men's work shirt. He lets out a soft whimper and stoops, pulling an old, raggedy denim rabbit from the pile of brand new plush toys. Clutching it to his chest he runs to the end of the isle. Searching the dim stoe, impatiently waiting. Fear overcomes his young sensibility and he tears for the front of the store. Pausing in the broken glass From the Windows, he takes in the gloomy sky and begins to wail. Overwhelmed he kneels, tears stream into the denim doll as he begins rocking back and forth, The doll muffling the sounds of his frightened wails.

    [[no worries, I know the feeling.]]


    She felt like her breath was catching in her throat, her chest constricting until air had a difficult time reaching her lungs. For a moment, her world hung like this, spinning. She was going to die- they'd come crashing through the wall and she'd die. She didn't want to die, not yet, not right now. Another crack of thunder snapped her out of her gaping terror. The backpack was swung up onto her back in a instant, the cat stuffed inside, rather unceremoniously, and then she was up and running, bolting out of the house like a startled deer.


    The sirens were worse out here, blaring through her mind, blotting out rational thought. The tower- that old cell tower, maybe she could make it back and be safe, it was a chance, right? Where had she come from though, or perhaps the monsters came from that direction. The pounding rain left her disoriented, but only momentarily- pulling up her sleeve, she peered at a compass on her wrist, strapped like a watch. She remembered the direction. Perhaps it was her imagination, but she could hear something pounding, heavy feet hitting the ground in a steady motion- no, that was her heart.


    She was running again, glad for the hat to keep the rain out of her eyes. Something was moving. Something ahead of her was moving though, something she had at first thought was simply a particularly large piece of trash. Getting closer, Gia realized it was a kid- just a kid. Alone, rain falling on his shoulders as he simply sat there, and for a moment she stopped. Standing above him, Gia stared down, trying to figure out what a small child would be doing out here in the rain, the sounds around her muffled and quiet as her ears rang. Something else was different, something was strange, she didn't notice until they sputtered back to life- the sirens had gone out. Without much thought, she reached down and scooped the kid up, surprised at how easily she did so. Before the attacks, before she was ran off alone, she hadn't exactly been the strongest person around. This was of little concern to her though as she picked up running again, feet flying over the cracked pavement, jumping around loose rubble. A leap across a ditch sent her onto a strip of flat, paved land, a runway of sorts, and her eyes scanned the fence line for- there, a break, a place where the fence had been bent over, the tower wasn't much farther, and she realized it may not been the best place during a lighting storm, but they had little other choice, she decided, scrambling up the bent over fence.

    OOC: May I join as a monster, too, if you don't mind? I RP a lot of monster, horror stuff and make a lot of animal horror stories. I'll RP a person, too, but if it's okay, can my person be... I don't know, 12 or 13-years-old? Just wondering. ^_^"

    As he is scooped into the air, arms supporting him in familiar warmth,the young boy begins to regain himself.
    But something is wrong.
    Wiping his eyes he looks up, not into a familiar face but a round freckled face, which he has never seen.
    Panic once again seizing his heart, he screams shrill and high in the almost eerie silence after the loud sirens. Flailing wildly he begins to swing the dingy rabbit around yelling " Ry-Ry! Ry-Ry!"


    Back at Digby's a shadowy form fills the empty space where the young boy was moments before. Hesitating briefly, scanning the area. No clues in this pounding rain, untill the sharp crys of a distressed youngling. Feet slipping in the broken glass, the figure hastily charges into the storm twords the sound of the persistent wails.

    ooc: for real this is my first post but trust me.
    also if i have misunderstood the setting please forgive me, my english isn't great.


    Really, a military kid - which meant he moved a lot - but he never suffered through these sirens. Nor did he even know what they meant in particular. In fact, AT came from another country entirely about a week ago, on very short notice. His father had deployed to some place he frankly didn't care about enough to listen, for whenever people asked he'd say "Iraq." The last thing AT remembered of Germany was the monsters, and then being rushed onto his grandfather's jet to this country. Yeah, sure it wasn't safe, but it was in better condition, and due to the big spending in the military, they had a bit more forces. A week ago, he was told his father would see him today. No sign. His mother would safely return from her ten day cruise, or at least that's what AT was told.
    "Before the monsters hit" was all he needed to hear before he followed the figurative cattle to safety. He slung his bag over his shoulder, carrying whatever he scavenged from home - some of his family's homekept wealth, mementos, and a skateboard hung carelessly over the back. He grabbed onto the bumper of a van heading toward the city and dragged himself with it, crouching on his skateboard.

    [[sure thing guys, jump right in! Also, Jadyn, you may of misunderstood the setting a bit, abandoned town doesn't usually have streams of people going through it, but we can work with it for sure. Makes more sense, in a way, the town doesn't seem so abandoned anymore. There could easily be a highway people are going down, trying to make it to a city]]


    She didn't even make it over the fence before she got slapped in the face by stuffed rabbit. She let out a yelp, the sound feeling unfamiliar for a moment- she hadn't spoken to anyone. Not for a while, anyways, she communicated to the cat (as much as you could communicate to a cat) with a series of whistles. Speaking meant noise, and noise gave you away to anything you're hiding from. This kid was screaming at her, and she found a babble of apologies falling from her mouth- "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, kid, you have to go, we have to go, now, th-there's things- did we leave someone?" She asked desperately, looking behind her. Away from the sirens a bit now, Gia could hear another sound, the map she'd glanced at before flashing through her memory. A highway, there was a highway through here, not far off, that was why she was even going this way. Except that the map had gotten damaged, torn and left unreadable, she had just wandered in that general direction. As it turned out, she'd hit it. The highway, there were cars, people, she could hear them all moving at once.


    The child's screaming refocused her again, and she turned, around. Of course- of course the kid wasn't alone, she hadn't even stopped to consider how someone so little would even survive by himself. She'd just assumed because he had been on the street alone... Either way, here came someone else. Pausing, she squinted through through the weather, trying to distinguish the figure.



    ooc: most apologies haha! thank you for understanding and clarifying =)
    ic: AT found himself uncomfortable with the rate at which they were speeding off to safety. You could barely make out the cracked pavement outlining the streets, destroyed over time along with some good amount of this place. He found a smoother spot to leave off at, and slowly released the bumper. AT veered out of the way for nothing, as the sirens hadn't exactly had time to make huge effect; he could only see one, two other cars around in this weather, and there was no telling whether they were inhabited or not. Nonetheless he slowed the skateboard along what little was left of this narrow path until he came to a full stop at a crack in the cement. AT took in his surroundings with two turns of his head, hand poised above his eyebrow heavily squinting. It didn't help much. He couldn't see much of anything out here. Vaguely, he played in his head a hurricane song from one of those old indie bands his father enjoyed.

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    The young boy pauses in his wailing, red faced and trying to catch his breath. He blinks through the rain at her, holding his toy over his wet hair. A slow realization creeps over him and the panic seems to slip slowly from his face. The boy is left momentarily puzzled at this young girl before hearing the approaching foot steps.


    Through the rain the young man came, tearing with vicious ferocity tword the kidnapper. His Sandy colored hair matted around his face, and his eyes flashing fire.
    He knew he shouldn't have left him alone, not even just a few isles away. How could he be so stupid? This was a nightmare after all, and you can't leave anyone you care about alone, in a nightmare.
    Rain stinging his eyes as soggy Converse pound the pavement, he quickly closes the gap between him and his quarry. A primal, rumbling yell tears from his snarled lips as he drags his homemade weapon across the pavement, sparks flying menacingly.

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    A few different possibilities clicked through her mind- one of them being that leaving the kid here would be more dangerous. The other could be that the reaction was caused by the child gone missing, she might of had a similar reaction if someone took her cat, as illogical as that seemed. Either way, she stumbled back, tripping over the chain links. Setting the kid on the ground as gently as she could, she scrambled back, a scream rising from her throat, more stammered apologies as she ended up tangled in a bush, arms thrown over her head- "I didn't mean to, I-I thought he was alone, I'm so sorry-"


    She was quite a sight, curled up tight. The rain left her mud splashed, and she was visibly shaking, yelling her apologies repeatedly until they faded into a wail, mixing with the sirens. The cat could be heard from inside the bag, and it brought to mind her own weapon. It was just a knife, too small to be of use in the current situation. She'd used it mostly for skinning smaller animals, rabbits when she was in the area. A line of chord, some rope. She had replaced the blanket today- her mind ran through the strangest of things when she was about to murdered. Apparently, inventory of her backpack was one of them.


    Skidding over the wet pavement, the aggressor swings in a huge over head arc. Hitting nothing but air and with plenty of room to avoid hitting either of the frightened people on the ground in front of him. The wild force of his swing twists his feet in the wet gravel, sending him to the pavement hard. Jarring his knees and scuffing his hands, sending the chain wrapped bat clattering across the pavement, he stumbles and rushes to the stunned little boy. "Gavin, Gavin! Are you okay?!" He says,struggling to be heard over the shrieking siren,softly shaking the small child.
    "You!" He cries, glaring at the obviously frightened, mud covered miscreant. "What do you think you're doing?!" He roars over the heavily pounding rain. Tugging the younger boy, Gavin, back into the street he retrieves the soggy bat and points it in the direction of the shaking shrub.
    "You-You don't TAKE people! You don't!" He screams, his voice cracking in panicked fear. He stands panting in the rain, trying to make sense of this new nightmare unfolding around him.
    Gavin moves his small frame from behind his rescuer, looking to the mud covered girl and back up at the ashen faced teen. "Ryce, Ryce" he chants softly, trying to wrench his small arm from a panic induced tight grasp. "Rens, Ryce! Rens!" He continues, slapping him about the legs with the rain splattering rabbit.
    Shaking with exhaustion, the older boy seems to regain a sense of the dangers always stalking them out in the open. He lowers the bat weakly and glares up and down the torrential streets. His ears full of nothing but ringing and his own pounding heart, he looks again to the huddled figure and begins to slowly back away.

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    It took her a moment to realize that she wasn’t dead, and in this moment, she managed to clamber out of the bush, where she stood shakily. Watching him back away, Gia found her voice again, as thin as it sounded through the weather, the sirens. “I-I thought he was alone! Why’d you leave a kid out like that, alone?!” Her voice began to sound cleared as she shouted, pulling her hat out of the prickly bush and stuffing it on her head. “Why would I even- even want t-to take him?!” She took a step back. Multiple, only scratches were beginning to stand out on her hands and face. Taking a few deep breaths, she shook her head.


    "You’re going the wrong way." She said, watching him walk away. "The roads that way. Y-you can’t-" she paused, taking a deep breath, trying to stop her hands from shaking as she jerked a thumb in the direction of the highway, "You can’t stay in the town. Not if they’re coming." He wasn’t going to follow a kidnapper, but she wasn’t. She wouldn’t of taken the kid unless she thought he was alone, she didn’t need to feed another mouth. But she’d been so panicked, and he was just sitting there with the sirens- sirens. "You can’t stay there." She said again, itching to run, even with the sirens quieter as they were now. "I…I wasn’t trying to take your brother. O-Or friend. Please- don’t to back that way." She didn’t want to think about what would happen if he stayed, to him and the child, they would be torn to shreds.

    Sizing up what he now sees is a young girl, in front of him. He begins to realize it could've just been a mistake. He would hope if something happened to him, Gavin wouldn't be alone in this. But Still, enemies come in all forms.
    Loosing his grip on Gavin's arm the older boy looks down into the rain soaked face staring up at him. "come on. Up." He murmurs over the din, holding his open hand toward the boy.
    No sooner than the words escape his lips, Gavin's small hand clutches the slightly shaky hand stretched out in front of him. In one swift movement, the small child is swung up, across the chest and around the back of his larger counterpart.
    As Gavin begins to situate himself on broad, rain soaked shoulders, He grasps a clump of wet Sandy hair in his free hand, The other still holding the dirt covered rabbit.
    The older boy seems less agitated now, but still he suspiciously glances around, not to be taken by surprise by the rest of the girl's party. He watches her closely, readjusting his grip on the bat.
    "You're wrong, you know." The older boy says slowly. He seems calmer and more composed with the secure weight of Gavin upon his shoulders. Guesturing with the bat at the line of commuters he continues; "They're the ones you need to be careful around."
    Gavin squirms on his perch, bringing his hands up to cover his ears. In the process the mud coated rabbit splatters across the young man's face. "Rens!" Gavin whines, kicking his heels against the teens chest.
    "Gavin, stop!" His guardian insists, grasping a flailing limb and attempting to brush the rabbit out of his face. "We're not travelling with that trail of panicky food." He says turning his attention back to the girl. "And I'd advise you not to either. Go back to your family, and stop trying to take mine." He finishes with a small shrug of his shoulders, adjusting Gavin's weight. It wasn't in his nature to end his last words with a bite, but he couldn't help but feel on edge about nearly loosing his brother.

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    AT couldn't see much in this weather, but between the breaks in the siren's wailings, he could hear some voices. If he squinted hard enough he could make out dark figures in the distance. He tipped one end of his board, then hesitantly placed his weight squarely in the middle, twisting his body in their direction and riding off over the dry dirt. It didn't take long til he hit the grass and soil, where he switched to walking. At this point, the figures were clearer, bu he kept his distance so as not to appear threatening. AT cautiously hooked his board back over his backpack.

    He had a point, and it really did make sense. Panicky food- she assumed people might be safer in numbers, but her mind ran through the possibilities there. Louder, easier to find and take out, why would something go after just one person that they'd have to track down, when it could just listen for the largest groups? Why were large settlements the first to go, whereas people who lived in the country lasted a bit longer. She had just...assumed. They had been told to travel in groups though, go to the cities and you'd either stay in that one, or relocation would be worked out while you were there, everything would be perfectly fine. All spoken in that same, calming voice, letting them know that everything was under control, and as long as they didn't panic, and traveled quickly, people would be fine.


    Just fine. Like, say, her family, who she wasn't sure if they were alive or dead. He had a point, for sure. She felt a pang at the mention, and thought it interesting how he had assumed she was already traveling with them, already traveling with people along the road. It made sense, but it hadn't made sense for her to be in the town otherwise. Unless, of course, they didn't have food. A slight chill ran through her spine (though that could of been brought on by the rain) as she recalled how frightened people became when they ran out of food. That was not a pretty sight, even when there was enough food, everyone was taking everything they could, someone had broken into their house in the night, she remembered the event clearly- there would be people like that in the traveling party. Monsters, or Human Monsters? Besides that, she was traveling alone, what were the chances she was going to receive charity at a time like this? She couldn't keep up with cars.


    It was a little disheartening, actually thinking about her plans. Gia had a tendency to get an idea in her head, and then not think twice before doing it. This was an extreme case of that, suddenly realizing her entire plan had been a bad idea from the start. This seemed to be a reoccurring problem in her life, and since no one had pointed it out to her, she'd never actually noticed. Something she did notice at the time was the fact that the person in front of her was much less scary when he had his brother back, and seeing as the traveling party was a dangerous option, and then the attack coming from a direction she realized she didn't actually know- she'd assumed they were behind her. She could be wrong- with a surprising amount of grace that she had not previously displayed, Gia hopped over the shrub, trotting the few steps up until she was just slightly farther than arms length from the other teen. "Where d-do you intend on going, th-then?" She asked deciding to move past the comment of her family- she didn't need to point out that she didn't have a family.

    The older boy subconsciously flinches at Gia's quick movements, but turns smoothly back in the direction of Digby's. " Well, nowhere tonight." He says glancing somewhat suspiciously over at her. He can't help but be a bit thankful for conversation, even guarded small talk. He slowly takes a few steps back in the direction of the street, his immediate goal to retrieve The supplies from where they dropped in the broken glass of the storefront.
    "Its not a good idea to leave this area at night." He says, Wiping the constant rain from his face. "I think there's some nest or whatever nearby." The older teen continues, sliding down and then up the opposite side of the shallow ditch, balancing his brother with ease only gained out of experience.
    Turning to look back at her, he wonders just what exactly she's doing out here. Most puzzling, is that no one seems to be out to accompany her. A dangerous act considering the time of day, wailing sirens and the unfamiliarity of this town to anyone passing through.
    Gavin ,however, grins across the ditch from the safety of his perch, his small cheeks dimpling slightly. Releasing the hold on his brother's hair to wave in her direction. Suddenly Gavin is forced to quickly clutch for another hand hold.and Gia, once again finds herself on the receiving end of his brother's piercing glare. Looking quickly from Gia, then down the gloomy street, the tense young man grasps one of Gavin's legs securely.
    A shadowy figure, from the direction of the highway.
    "I was right," he thinks to himself "someone is coming for her...or us." Knuckles white around the grip of the bat, he stands to face the incoming figure.

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    At some point, the cat had wormed his way out of the backpack, and Gia was actually fairly grateful for his presence at her shoulder, even though most of his body was curled in her hood, making it slightly uncomfortable about her neck. Either way, it now sat, staring at the two boys, as if trying to delve some information from them, though really, he was probably just watching to make sure they weren't about to make any sudden movements. Sudden movements meant he was going back into the bag. It was already wet and cold out here, and the sirens were far too loud, but the bag had things bouncing around in it, Gia hadn't had time to pack it properly, everything was just loose. So, naturally, he wiggled out, after the final offense of being fallen on.


    It was an uncertain movement, but she lifted one hand to wave back at the child- before receiving a glare. She seemed to try and shrink into the ground, glancing down, letting her arms fall at her side. Nonthreatening, she was trying to appear nonthreatening, people were more likely to trust or ignore you when you weren't a threat, and right now, she would just go with either. Except that these were the first people she'd talked to in months, and it got a little lonely, talking to your cat, though even that had stopped after a couple weeks, aside from a combination of whistles, muttered apologies and commands that were rarely listened to. It all worked out just fine, she floundered through the forest and empty towns or little houses, getting hopelessly lost in crop fields or being excited over her first hand-caught meal, even if it was a surprisingly stupid rabbit. Admittedly, she'd had a difficult time bringing herself to kill it, and had lost the first two from the previous day due to this squeamishness. But, as it turned out, she was a bit more ruthless on an empty stomach.


    Noting that his grip tightened around the handle of the bat, she stepped back just a bit farther, unsure precisely what had tipped him off this time- perhaps it was the cat, though she couldn't see that being a threat. Had it been because she waved? He couldn't possibly be that unreasonable, though he probably still thought she had tried to steal his little brother. Honestly, that just seemed silly, for what reason would she want to take a little boy? She opened her mouth to try and explain this again, or perhaps apologize just one more time, before something made her turn around. A person, another person, and the look on his face told her that this was a stranger- if she could get any paler, she did, rubbing a drop of rain off her nose. That was a futile motion, they kept coming, fast enough to blur the figure considerably. she stepped back far enough that she wouldn't have to have her back turned on the older boy. She looked ready to bolt off into the forest again at any sign of a noise, eyes just staring at the figure, waiting to see what they would do next.