End of the World | Roleplay Thread

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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-bottom:-21px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:-2px][align=right][font=georgia][size=27pt][color=white]Anders Mitchell Farrell[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 2px][align=left][size=8][sub][color=black] MALE | SHAPESHIFTER | STRAIGHT | WOLF | MIND READER[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-15px][hr][/fancypost]
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    It all started on June 20th, 2020.




    The morning was cool and crisp, wafting the smells of tulips and pollution, through my open window. I groaned pulling my feather pillow over my shock of blonde hair. I lay there waiting for the sound of my father's footsteps in the hallway. None.




    Pulling myself to my elbows I squinted at the alarm clock that crouched on my nightstand. The glowing letters told me it was 7:00. Straining my ears I listened for the sound of my father in the kitchen. Again it was silent. Wiping the sleep from my eyes I slowly dragged myself out of bed. Normally I wouldn't remove myself from my tangle of covers until completely necessary but this was different circumstances.




    My father, William Farrell, was the mayor of the city that never sleeps. New York City. His job consisted of early mornings and late nights that tended to stretch on for hours. Everyday I would listen to him bang around the kitchen for breakfast, before rushing out the door. But today all I heard was silence.




    Yanking a pair of jeans over my striped boxers, I ambled out of my room. Looking off to the left, I peeked into my younger sister, Mavis's, room. To my surprise there was no one. Rubbing my eyes, I peered at her bed, baffled. Mavis was one of the laziest beings on this planet and has never been seen awake before 10. Until today. Sighing I headed down the hallway towards the living room.




    As I entered the living room I stopped cold. Not a single soul was in the house. Frantically I called out for my dad, only to be answered with silence. My heart beat loudly as I quickly searched the house. No one was in the kitchen, living room, bedrooms or even my step mom and father's office. I leaned against the doorway, trying to slow my heart before it ran away. No one was home.




    I raked my brain hoping for a reason for them to be gone. Sadly I could not think of any. Rushing to my room, I pulled on a FOX t-shirt and stuck a snap back on my head. I quickly shoved my feet into my favorite VANs, grabbed my skateboard, and ran out of the apartment.[/fancypost]

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    Drexel's green and brown eyes flickered open, then shut quickly at the bright sunlight filtering through his blinds. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up, stretching the long, slender limbs and forcing himself out of the comfy bed with an Avengers comforter.
    Drex hummed a tune quietly, a small smile placed on his face as he ran through his closet to find clothes for the day. He was a morning person, for sure, and loved getting up early to enjoy the morning sun and the dew drops on blades of grass.
    He settled for a white sweater with little black comical skulls printed across it. The sleeves nearly reached his fingertips, but Drex didn't mind. His mother always said he'd grow into it. He paired it with a pair of tight black jeans and white Creepers. He looked in the full-body mirror hanging on his Sci-Fi themed bedroom wall, nodded in a approval, and walked down the hall to the cozy little kitchen.
    "Morning, momm- huh?" Drexel began, but cut himself off as he noticed the little brown-haired lady wasn't in the kitchen. 'She must be sleeping in late! I'll wake her up, don't want her to be late for work!' He thought cheerily, rushing to her bedroom and creaking the door open a peek. "Mother?" He said hesitantly, stepping into the empty room. 'Where could she be?' He thought, anxiety pricking at him. "Oh! She could be at work!" He thought brightly, scurrying to the kitchen again to peer through the window. 'Her car is still there. Plus, if she'd have gone to work, there would've been breakfast and a note... What's going on?' He thought, beginning to panic. "M-Mother!" He squeaked, flinging open the front door after slinging his messenger bag filled with books, comics, and his phone over his shoulder. He scurried out the door, giving one last frantic look into the house, then slammed the door shut.
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    Bolting down each flight of stairs I expected to run into another being but there were none what so ever. I shoved through the revolving door and out into the streets of New York. I stopped dead in my tracks. Not a single soul walked along the paved sidewalks. No taxis beeped, no crazy vendors yelled about the newest price drop. It was dead silent.




    My mouth dropped open and for once I was speechless. The dang city that never slept was deserted. Suddenly I started to have a panic attack, my breaths coming I short gasps. I sank to the ground clutching my chest. Where the heck was everyone???




    My breathing started to slow and my worries started to melt away. I sat on the ground my tan fingers running over the rough sidewalk. This couldn't be happening. Maybe aliens abducted everybody? Maybe I was dreaming?




    I reached down and pinched myself; hard. I sucked in a painful breath relizing this was real. My brown eyes gazed over the deserted shops while an idea formed in my head.




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    For once, the blonde had awoke naturally, a soft groan falling from her lips as she rolled over, away from the sunlight that leaked in through the partially open curtains. Her cognac eyes stayed firmly shut, warding off the sun's evading rays and desperately trying to gain a few more precious winks of sleep, but now she was awake, there was no hope of her falling back into the peaceful slumber. Eyes fluttered open as she stared up at the painted white ceiling, gaze drifting over the few cracks that indented the smooth surface before she began brushing the stray locks of the tangled mess that she called hair, out of her face before sitting up. A frown marred her features as the house seemed eerily silent, the usual chatter that awake her every morning was met with silence as if everyone was still asleep. Perhaps she had been the first to wake though it was highly unusual as the angry red letters of her alarm clock read 7:00 and this was the moment when her father would be rushing round the house in his late frenzy while her mother would be serving up a platter of bacon and eggs to feed the family.


    Addison slid out of her bed, leaving the covers unmade as she hurriedly dressed herself, keeping one eye on the clock, waiting for the sound of thundering footsteps from her father who would realise how late he truly was. But this never came, the silence that had cloaked the house had the blonde on edge, suddenly afraid that something had happened to her family. They were all early risers, except her, so the fact that it was now reaching half seven and they were yet to make an appearance had the girl finally beginning to worry, her heart pounding faster in her chest.


    Once clad in a pair of jeans and a loose fitting top matched with a pair of boots, the sixteen year old meandered down the stairs with, wincing each time the wooden steps creaked under the pressure of her weight that seemed to ricochet off the walls. Downstairs she was only greeted with an empty kitchen, the air lacking the smell of burnt toast and bubbling coffee, the clang of knives and forks alongside the loud chatter was now gone, only the rounded kitchen table sat lonesome without the many breakfast items decorating its oak top. A quick check of the kitchen confirmed her suspicions, everything was still left in place just like the night before yet it lacked the people that occupied it every morning. This had Addison's heart racing, leaning forwards to grasp one of the kitchen chairs in her sudden fright, taking a deep breath as she tried to steady her nerves. These were all irrational thoughts, maybe they were still sleeping, having decided to take a break from the busy schedules that consumed their lives and had forgotten to tell her. She was worrying about nothing, allowing paranoia to get the better of her, imagination running wild.


    "Mom?" It came out tentative and hesitant, almost as if she was afraid of the response that would come yet nothing broke the heavy silence that hung over the Whittaker household. This was enough to have Addison escaping her home, wasting to time to exit through the front door, barely managing to close ithe door before she stumbled away from it as if she had been burnt by its touch. Her heart rate was erratic, breathing laboured despite the fact she had barely moved, the panic clearly written all over her face in her confusion on what had happened to her family. How could they have been there last night, only to have disappeared by the moving? Nothing made sense.


    The outside world was just as bad, the busy streets of New York were stilled, abandoned taxis littered the road, the crowds had disappeared, shops left closed as if everything had been paused. Addison wrapped her arms around her lithe frame, frightened and confused, as she wandered the now empty streets of New York, hoping to come across another living being. The blonde stuck to the sidewalk, gaze drifting from her booted feet, to the road then straight ahead, in a continuos pattern as she tried to comprehend exactly where everyone had gone.
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    Gunner woke up with a jolt, breaking out in a cold sweat as she gasped for air. She looked around, fear in her eyes. Just a nightmare. That's all. Nothing to worry about. At least it wasn't sleep paralysis this time. She stays sitting up, calming down her breath and heart rate. She was surprised she wasn't awakened by the dog barking in her face. She stayed sitting up for a while, then finally peeled the chrysalis of sheets off and got out of bed. She didn't hear her aunt's music playing or the scent of food wafting into her bedroom. Maybe she hit the snooze button.




    Gunner didn't think much of it. In fact, she enjoyed it. It was a definite change from her regular mornings. She quickly changed into jeans (making sure her small pocket knife was in there; paranoia still exists), a long, destroyed Def Leppard shirt and a pair of floral Doc Martens. She raced out the door, going to the bathroom and brushing her teeth and wetting her hair with warm water. The greatest thing of her hairstyle was it didn't need a ton of maintenance. she planned that beforehand.




    Gunner slows as she realizes everything was untouched. Everything was the exact same as the day before. Now that she thought of it, she couldn't even remember if she heard her aunt coming in the night before.She began to panic. she raced to the fruit bowl, grabbed an apple from it, and went out the door. She probably didn't bother to lock it.




    As she got to the main lobby thing, she realized not even the grouchy front desk woman was there. The doorman wasn't there. No one. It's like if overnight they all decided to quit their jobs and skip town. She slowly pushes open the door, scanning her surroundings in absolute fear. No one. Not a soul. The homeless man who sits on the corner wasn't there. The hot dog guy wasn't there with his stand. Not even the drunk who staggers and passes out on the corner. She started down the sidewalk, walking, then eventually broke out in a sprint. 'Good thing I did that push up the other day.'




    She realixed it was just her, probably. Maybe there was a virus outbreak that caused everyone to die, and she was one of the few that has immunity. Maybe they all got in touch and they're playing some ridiculous, sadist prank. She backs away in the middle of the street. No taxis came speeding in honking at her to move out of the way. No mounted police man was shouting at her.




    " [b]That's it! You can come out now! Ha, ha! you got me!

    " Gunner screams, turning around and stomping her foot dramatically. No one came out. No one threw confetti. No one came up behind her with a camera in her face and said "gotcha!" She was alone. She down the side walk, hands in her pockets, looking into each window of each store to see if anyone was in there. nope.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: 150px; padding: 0px; overflow-y: auto; overflow-x: hidden][align=left][size=10][color=black][font=georgia] Drexel squeaked in surprise as he saw nobody in his little neighborhood was outside. "It's probably just a quiet day. There'll be people in the big city, yeah?" He thought aloud, beginning to jog from the city he lived in the New York City, the two being so close together.
    Nobody. He saw nobody on his way there. No cars, no people walking, nobody. The worst part was, there was nobody in the bigger city either. Drex stopped in the middle of the street in Times Square, spinning around frantically and gripping his black and brown fluffy hair he didn't bother styling. "H-Help! Something's wrong! Terribly wrong!" He yelped, dropping to his knees and yelling as he hung his head down.
    He squeezed his eyes shut tight. Drex didn't want to open them again and see nobody there. "Wh-what happened..? Why did everyone leave me...?" He whimpered, curling in on himself as he wrapped his arms around his torso, hugging himself tightly as he sobbed in the center of an empty city.
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-bottom:-21px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:-2px][align=right][font=georgia][size=27pt][color=white]Anders Mitchell Farrell[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 2px][align=left][size=8][sub][color=black] MALE | SHAPESHIFTER | STRAIGHT | WOLF | MIND READER[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-15px][hr][/fancypost]
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    [img width=210 height=297]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pini…d0d38fb45cd3d7c54cb9f.jpg[/img] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:265px; height:287px; overflow:auto][justify][sub]With a wild look on my face I flung my skateboard to the ground. As soon as my gray VAN touched the skateboard I was off, flying through the streets of Ney York. As I neared Times Square it donned on me just how deserted this place was. No people on the steers trying to sell their knockoff brands. None of the thousand smells that wafted through the street this early in the morning. And best of all no school.




    The sound of my skateboard hitting bumps was the only thing that could be heard. Except for the screaming of some Raven haired girl.




    I flew of my skateboard, Tumbling accross the cracked pavement. I held my head in my hands,shock and surprise radiating from my face. My snap back laid a couple feet away but I was to lazy to grab it. [b]"Oh my God! Who the heck really you?? And quit your screaming, you sound like a banshee."

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    [justify] I groan lightly, and bang the black box that made the blaring. I don't even bother looking at the numbers on the alarm. I lay in. Bed for a momentum trying to listen for the skin of video games playing, but I hear none. What the heck? I get out if bed and skip a robe in to cover the scars that covered my body, and to hide the fact that I wore boxers to bed. I walk out into the living room,but I see no one."Hello?" I call out, but then shrug. My step mom said something about them going to the park in the morning. I go back to my room, and slip on a t-shirt and some jeans that barely touched my actual legs. I put some sneakers on, then walk out the door.


    I first noticed the fact that all of the bikes and my skatebored ar still there. The bikes my family would use to go to the park... Weird. I take the skateboard and roll down the street. I then see that everything looked exactly the same it did in the middle of the night; no one out, and all of the cars, bikes, skateboards, whatever. It was all still there. I continue down, planing to go to Olimpia to see what was going on. But then I stop suddenly, and then I fall off the skateboard at top speed. I give out a loud shout, then I hit the ground and skid to the middle of the road. [/justify]


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; height: 150px; padding: 0px; overflow-y: auto; overflow-x: hidden][align=left][size=10][color=black][font=georgia] Drexel sniffled, rubbing his sleeve over his green and golden eyes. He sat up on his knees, looking around blankly. "Well.. there's no people. No people to mug me.. or kidnap me.. or steal things.. or beat people up.. or fight in wars.. or be hateful. This.. this is good!" He said loudly, a small smile working its way onto his face. "I'm all alone in my little world of solitude! Which means.. I can finally do this!" He said excitedly, flopping onto his back in the middle of Times Square before taking out a thick book titled Picture The Dead. He held it above his face at full arms length, reading the words quickly. A content hum continuously slipped past his pale pink lips, filling the silence around him with an unknown yet comforting tune. The only thing Drex hated about this new, empty world, was the devastating silence that assaulted his ears at all moments.
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    Since I was here in New York alone, I didn't care to wear anything other then my bra and underwear to sleep, I mean, who would see me? No one. It wouldn't bother anyone. So why the hell not? The only thing that seemed to bug me at the moment was his quiet it was. Normally, everyone would be up and moving and kids would be yelling in close hotel rooms, but there was absolutely no noise at the moment and it made one of my eyebrows raise.


    I out on my robe before lacing it up and opening my door slightly, before I looked down both ways of the halls to see no one there. I huffed some before shrugging, closing my door after I went back in again before I walked to where I put my clothes in the closet. I shuffled through them and picked out a pair of skinny jeans and a long sleeved black v-neck. It was quite a simple outfit but it was nice.


    I didn't brush my hair, just ran my hands through it to fix it some because if I would brush it, it would be come frizzy and I didn't need that right now. I put on a tad bit of makeup before lacing up my combat boots and walking out into the hallway, looking before shutting my door and walking down to the stairs since I hated elevators due to being claustrophobic. Once I got to the lobby, I turned turned in a complete circle to see no one, even the streets outside were clear!


    I walked along down the empty sidewalk to the smoothie shop I would always go to since I got here. I walked in, the little bell ringing as I looked around.


    "Hello?"I called in the shop as I looked around. "Mind if I make a smoothie? No? Didn't think so."I spoke once again before I walked along to the counter, getting on up a sitting position before sliding around to the other side, before making a smoothie, which was my favorite. A mango smoothie. I made it before putting it in their clear cups they had, putting the cap on before sticking the straw in, before walking back out of the shop with it in my hand, taking a sip of it.
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    I get up and dust my hands off. Ouch. That hurt. I grab my board and then stop. Why would I need to take it? There wasn't anyone here. Wonder how it is in New York? I then suddenly realize something; I'm in New York. MY family moved yesterday, and it still felt exactly there same as it did at my old home, out in Washington. I run a hand through my hair, not really caring that i didn't shape it today. Weird place...


    I then put my skateboard back on the ground and get on. Soon enough, i find a bus stop and take a map. I follow the map, and sooner or later, Im in Time Square. I get off the bored, and stared in awe. No one was here. I couldn't here anything. I couldn't see anyone. It was dead silent. I wonder why they always say new York is a busy city. Well, i knew something was wrong, but why not make a joke?

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    Relieved and shocked the girl didn't see me, I ducked into an ally way. No hobos lined the cluttered filled sidewalk as I held my board in my hands. I had received the skateboard as a gift from my step mom. She thought it was time for me to live little, considering my father's the mayor. So I became branded as the mayors rebel child. Not that any of us cared.




    I laid by board on the pavement once more, taking off towards times square. I've been to the Toys R Us store there and let's just say it's gigantic. Now this Toy store is not just for little kids. They have mind games and, my favorite, Xbox games. They have all the games you can think of as well as new realeases. If no one was around I can take some stuff right?




    I flew down the sidewalk my mind traveling faster than my board. Suddenly out of nowhere I hit something. No someone. We both wiped out on the gound, my skateboard flying into the street. Somthing cold and wet splashed onto my shirt. I looked down and noticed orange colored smoothie that smelled suspiciously like mago. [b]"What the hell Mango!"

    I wasn't sure who I yelled at; the girl or the smoothie but I was mad.[/fancypost]

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    [size=6pt]★ trek

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: bold; color: pink; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 1px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000; margin-top: -25px;][size=6] fleur arabella madison[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style:; font-size: -8; color: white; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -20px; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.99;][size=2]feminine -- seventeen -- black widow[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 430px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; color: white; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt][hr][hr] i had been up and dressed for a couple of hours, but decided to stay within my room, rather bored by everything else.


    finally, i decided i might as well go out and be productive, especially since i hadn't heard any sounds from my mom or mal today. strange.


    i got up and took a look in the mirror, making sure i still looked presentable. i was wearing black leggings paired with a strapless white lace crop top and brown boot wedges. i had straightened my long blonde hair, also wearing a fair but not outrageous amount of makeup.


    upon heading downstairs down the spiral staircase, i noticed nobody was down here. how weird. obviously mal would've told me before he went anywhere, he clearly needs help to get around properly.


    "mal! mom!" i called out, searching throughout the house, still with no luck.


    i shrugged. was it really possible that they forgot i was still home? i mean, who knows? stranger things have happened. i guess i'll just have to text them that i left so that there aren't any surprises when they get back.


    i left out the door, locking it behind me, blue eyes scouring the premises. the neighbors weren't even outside. it isn't even that early, usually mr. pratt is out mowing his grass by now. today must be one of those days.


    i decided i should take a walk down a little farther instead of driving, just to investigate. the farther down the streets i walked, the more i noticed just how quiet and vacant it had become, the usually lively neighborhood, now a dull scene.


    what the hell.....


    where was everyone? i started walking faster, increasing my pace as the minutes ticked by, now getting closer to town, where there just had to be more people, right? this was either a very bad or very good thing.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: times new roman; text-align: right; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 20pt; width: 500px]kata Alyn pierce[/fancypost]
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    I took a breath and did it again while punching my arm with my free hand once again. You have got to be f.cking kidding me. I closed my eyes once more, not opening them for awhile as I pinched the bridge of my nose. Not enough to hurt, just to get my frustrations out or whatever. That's it. Before I could even open my eyes back up, a felt a very strong force blow into me, whatever it was, I mean whoever it was since I saw a skateboard fly into the road, it got me pissed.


    "Dude, what the literal hell!"I snapped at the person who literally just ran me over with a f.cking skateboard (had to xD). I flicked the smoothie from my hands to my sides and wiped my face where it splashed some before my eyes snapped to him, which were a little darker since I was pissed then they would be if I was in a normal mood.


    "Watch where you're going with your scooter!"I snapped once more, rubbing the back of my head some where I hit my head on he wall behind me some. I knew it was a skateboard, not a scooter, I was just really pissed off right now. "You owe me a mango smoothie, buddy." I mentioned. By the tone of my voice you could obviously tell I wasn't calling him buddy because he was my friend, it really meant "you f.cked up my mango smoothie and I'm two seconds away from killing you' type of nickname.
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-bottom:-21px; text-shadow: 2px 2px black; letter-spacing:-2px][align=right][font=georgia][size=27pt][color=white]Anders Mitchell Farrell[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: 2px][align=left][size=8][sub][color=black] MALE | SHAPESHIFTER | STRAIGHT | WOLF | MIND READER[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top:-15px][hr][/fancypost]
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    [img width=210 height=297]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pini…d0d38fb45cd3d7c54cb9f.jpg[/img] [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:265px; height:287px; overflow:auto][justify][sub]I glared at the girl in front of me, my brown eyes hardening. [b]"First off Miss Mango Smoothie it is not a scooter. Scooters are for children like you to teeter around on. It is called a skateboard. Did you hears me? Skateboard. Second, you owe me a shirt."

    [The sass is real ]




    I stared down at my stained shirt disgusted. I looked like some baby I had puked on me. Sighing I peeled the whit off and tossed it to the side. "Your lucky I can break into a shop." I muttered as I reached down for my skateboard. Let's just say that yes, this girl was hot. And yes I was pretty toned. But then again she was the one who ran into me.




    I entered the shop and pulled ingredients from the fridge. For a while I had worked behind the counter of a smoothie shop and so I knew how to make smoothies. Piling everything into the blender I pressed the button a bored expression on my face. "So Mango. What's your name?"[/fancypost]

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    [size=6pt]★ trek

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    // i know i haven't missed much, but my computer isn't loading posts for some reason. quick recap?

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    [fancypost borderwidth= 0px; width: 300px; height: 100px; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -8px; overflow: auto;]Most just woke up. Anders told Gunner to stop yelling before ducking into an ally. He then ran into Kata. Shades boy is reading in the middle of times square and Blades Charrie is on his way to times square.[/fancypost]
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    eeep thank u![hr]
    Gunner sighs upon seeing the stranger. It was a relief. She wasn't the last one. Good. Gunner hated being alone, but then again loved it. But, still, she would pretty much hate to be the last person left in New York. She kind of automatically imagined that there was a zombie attack, and by any moment, a horde of them would stumble out of the streets and start after them. She would very much appreciate keeping her organs inside of her, and not being eaten alive.




    Gunner didn't say anything about her screaming. She was terrified, and began to wonder if he was in on the possible sick joke that apparently the whole city was playing on her. It was her only explanation for this, no matter how irrational and ridiculous it was. That's what Gunner does when she's scared or something explainable is happening: she'll make up some sort of reason, no matter how silly, to calm herself down.




    After the encounter, Gunner backs away when he ran into the girl, jogging off a little down the sidewalk and found a vacant store. Still stocked with tons of clothes, skateboards; one of those skater stores, y'know? She groans, not wanting to do it.. but no one was around. She needed some way to get around. she didn't have a car or anything, and she didn't quite feel comfortable hot wiring one of these ditched cars. She looked around, then went forward and took one of the chairs at the cafe right by the store. She winced, "[b] I'm sorry,

    " and broke the window with the chair. the alarm screeched loudly, as if anyone would care, and she carefully crawled in through the broken glass.




    [s]this sucks so back but I thought I'd do the thing where she and Anders goes and boards around the city and stuFF SO YAY
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    hidden scrolling. | #lightsymadethis
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    I rub my eyes in frustration. I knew k shouldn't have come here. God danmit... Whatever. I go along the middle of the road, not caring much for the dogs or cats or whatever I saw run along in front of me. As I get to Time Square, I can hear the faint blaring of a stores alarm. Possible life? I follow the sound, carefully not to fall over again, and I see a girl crawling through some broken glass into a store though the window. I slow down, and kick up my skateboard, so one part is in my hand, the other on the ground."Hey, what are you doing?" I called out, my voice a bit hoarse. I could care less she was breaking in somewhere, but I was just wondering why she was in the first place.



    Sorry for short post; I just woke up and I have to go to school.