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As the world continued to turn. A man in a dirty duster and hood stalked across the rooftops of the city. He was currently a top a 40 story monolith to the old world. He appeared to be pacing back and forth. Not far from him was a Mosin-Nangant bolt action rifle, it was leaning on the lip of the roof. He would stop and snap his head to the side as he caught movement.

A couple of punk looking survivors were sneaking through the traps he had set for any Intruders. The morons had been trying to find him and his stashes all week. But of course they went getting any farther then the tripwires. They weren't smart enough to win this battle.

The man would grab his rifle and shouldered it comfortably. He then flipped up his mask and rest his scruffy cheek against the wood stock as his golden optics focused it's view into the scope. He'd then located the bandits again and smirk as he sighted on on the leader. He then let out a deep breath and caressed the trigger.

The rifle boomed. It's report probably heard for miles as the 7.62x59R bullet hit the man in the head. Dropping him like a sack of bricks. Causing his friends to recoil in disgust as blood splattered them. Of course the recoil was their demise. One of the two men following hit his hand on one of the man's Tripwires causing the ignition of the nail bomb IED planted on the dash of the car behind them. It exploded gloriously as the two were sent sprawling from the blast. Both of them clearly dead due to the shockwave and shrapnel.

Hey...he put up warning signs for a reason.

A lanky male with fading green hair was standing beside the pond. The water's edge was receding from its banks; a good rainstorm would be nice, though his makeshift home probably wouldn't survive it. It was a shabby treehouse he had constructed in the gnarled branches of a sturdy oak. It wasn't much of a home, but it kept him hidden and safe. Jackie, his soft sigh stirring the silent morning air around him, knelt down to lift a relatively flat stone. He straightened once more, took aim, and skipped it across the water. One, two, three, four, five… It skimmed the surface five times before sinking into the shallowing depths below. He did this a few more times with different stones, but none of them reached a higher score. With an amused smirk, he shook his head to clear his mind, his hair shifting into his celestial blue eyes. Doing activities like skipping rocks made him nostalgic for the simpler times. Before him moved to America. Before he was alone. Once he cleared his line of vision, he glimpsed at the glare off the clear water before turning towards the disintegrating town.

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Jackie would stumble in surprise as a cacophony of faint sounds reached his ears. He blinked repeatedly. He recognized the first sound as a gunshot, but the other... it sounded like an explosion? Though he heard the noises, the male saw nothing but partially destroyed buildings. However, the sounds did not detour his plans. In fact, he now felt compelled to see the town. Something was happening there, and he wanted to know what. He would have to be stealthy, but that was no problem. Jack moved swiftly through an alleyway, the only sound being made was the pebble his shoe kicked away. He was far from where the action had happened. He abruptly froze. He had heard something. Was it… voices? No, that was impossible. Wasn't it? Slowly and cautiously, he continued forward, skirting the shadows of the buildings.

Anastasia groaned as she got off the uncomfortable mattress, awakening. "Alright... Twigs? You awake?" She did get a response, but it was just "bubba." "Alright tyke." she frowned slightly at their food stores. Raiding the nearby grocery store would be easy in theory, but most likely it would be devoid of food. Well, maybe there's medical supplies... The girl thought to herself, before shuffling through her backpack to give herself and Branch a breakfast of bread and a soft cheese. she washed it down with some wild blueberries and water, giving her sister a water bottle. "Alright." Anastasia muttered to herself, slipping on the baby harness and hoisting her sister into it so that she was being carried. "We're gonna go get some groceries, how does that sound?" she asked the toddler on her stomach. a series of quiet, but excited blubbering noises followed.

Feel free to jump in

The sun was slowly rising above the horizon, the air still crisp and cool from the night before. The buildings casted long shadows in the morning light. Within the shadows a small boy stumbled, sluggish and exhausted from a night spent alone. His skin was dark with filth and dirt and he seemed to melt into the shadows of the town, away from sight. The echo of a gunshot followed by a blast pulled Darwin from his daze. He straightened his spine and strained his hearing. It didn't sound near by, but it still put him on edge. In a way, it gave him hope. There were people in this town-- even if they didn't seem friendly. Moving quicker, he turned the corner and a grocery store came into his vision. This is dumb he thought to himself, knowing no food would be found. Supermarkets like these were ransacked when the disease kicked off; there was no reason this one would have any food now. Still, he pushed the door open, a small chime echoed through the seemingly abandoned building, making him jump. Darwin clutched a small dagger close, more for comfort than anything.

He was thankful for the sun's rays shining through the windows, which gave him a sense of what the building looked like. He couldn't see any sickos*. There was a movement in his peripheral vision and without thinking he was behind a shelf, tense and ready to run. It was a girl. She was short haired and holding a toddler. Darwin raised his eyebrows, it was a long time since he had seen such a young kid. The boy opted to stay hidden, he didn't know what the girl was capable of doing and didn't want to put himself in harms way. Maybe if she found him, he'd be able to tag along. That was wishful thinking and he knew it, but he could still hope. For now he would stay hidden, though.

*sickos: I personally like it when a character calls the enemy by different names so Dar is going to call them 'sickos' even though many call them The Cringe. If this isn't ok I'll change it!

The girl comforted her sister for another moment before clutching her dagger slightly tighter. She scanned the area, sensing something was nearby, but couldn't find it immediately, so she just dashed into the store and looked around. Anastasia let out an exasperated sigh, then grabbed some Band-Aids, some canned food and some baby toys to keep branch happy during these dark days. "Jelly, Candy... Wait. Candy!" She grinned, stuffing a pocket of her pack with candy before drinking some more of her water. By comparison to most, she was grabbing a measly amount, but she knows how to be hungry, and could hunt, so she would be fine. All that mattered was keeping Branch fed.

Heading over to the water, she hesitated a moment, sitting down. "Man, this isn't so bad..." She fished around for some iodine tablets, but found none, and cringed. "Crap. We're really running low, aren't we?" The girl knew there were none in the store, so she walked out. A twitch in her periphery brought her to her senses. "Alright branch, we're gonna play hide and seek. I'll seek, you hide. Now go." Her sister his rather well for a toddler, but Anastasia knew where she was. Drawing her dagger, she walked towards where she had seen the movement. She pushed some debris out of the way to see what it was, knife in her mouth as she did so, before she saw him. A small boy, of about eight nine. Her expression softened slightly, but she did not put back her weapon, for the boy was also armed. "Answer my questions and nobody gets hurt, kid. Alright, who are you and why are you here?"

Darwin watched the pair as they scavenged the shelves of the store. He inwardly groaned when the girl had found food. He should have searched around the store earlier-- that could have been his. He noted that she hadn't taken much. Maybe there would be more left? The two had spent no time getting supplies and began to make their leave. He began to stand from a crouch in hopes of quickly grabbing the food once they left. Darwin stopped suddenly. She saw him. He pressed himself against the shelf, praying he appeared hidden in the shadows. The boy watched as she placed the toddler on the ground and made her way towards him.

Darwin briefly thought of running out of there, escaping. She had a toddler so he bet she wouldn't follow him. Well, it was too late for that now anyway. She was upon him, armed with a dagger. "Answer my questions and nobody gets hurt, kid. Alright, who are you and why are you here?"

The boy bit his lip, staying silent. Darwin glanced at her up and down, she was tall and muscular. She was a survivor. Darwin knew he should say something-- after all he had come here to find another group. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. "Darwin," a pause, "Was just looking for food..." In the back of his mind he knew the girl wouldn't take his simple response as a cue to put her weapon down, so he continued as he slowly lowered his dagger. "No one's with me. I'm alone." This girl looked smart enough to know that a measly nine-year-old didn't have the force to deal any great damage.

She gave a nod. "Alright. You sure you're alone?" She asked him, the threat gone from her voice. she lowered the dagger to her waist, giving a signal to Branch to come back out. Finally, she shook her head and sighed, sheathing the small sword and putting it away. Darwin. Alright then. You look pretty hungry, you need the food more than I do." She fished through her backpack to find a small container of blueberries and handed it to him. "Come inside here, it's safer not to be out here. Besides, you're alone. What harm can it do?" The girl chuckled for a moment, before she picked up branch again and headed through the door to a nearby house.

Jordan had always felt indifferent to cities. He had been born near one, true. He'd spent a lot of time in a whole bunch of them, also true, but he never lived in the city, and therefore had never really felt very strongly to them. Now, after what everyone just called The Cringe, Jordan missed the city. Perhaps an odd thing to feel, considering he was in a city right now, but it wasn't the buildings he missed. The atmosphere, the people, were all gone now. It felt like one big ghost town, just like everything else. Just another thing The Cringe had taken and warped into something it had never been before.

After eating a meager breakfast, Jordan made his way down the long flights of stairs back down to ground floor. Anytime he could, Jordan made his lodgings as high up as he could. It made him feel safer, even though he knew logically, it wasn't safer than any other place. Ah, well, it stretched his legs out. Kept him in shape. Besides, just because he felt a little safer above the city didn't mean he treated it as such. He always made sure he had an escape plan, a blockade and supplies for an emergency.

The streets were, predictably, empty when Jordan pushed the door to the building open. He kept his ax close, one he'd found in an abandoned fire department. Surprisingly, that building hadn't been stripped. Guess people only thought about grocery, department and convenience stores when they thought about getting supplies. Jordan started off through the empty streets, staying alert and ready. He kept an eye out for any places that looked like they might hold supplies. He wasn't running that low, but an extra haul was never taken for granted. Jordan could happily haul the weight around.

The speed in which the hostility in her voice vanished surprised him. Darwin nodded, "I'm sure." As the girl sheathed her dagger, he stood from his crouched position. His eyes were like saucers as she handed him the package of blueberries. Food was luxury these days-- and fresh fruit like this was almost unheard of. Darwin almost felt bad taking this food from the two. He repressed the thought though, he hadn't lived this long by refusing to take things he needed to survive. Darwin muttered a thank you and took the package with two hands like Granddad had told him to do. He opened the container and popped a few in his mouth once the girl had turned away. He trotted after her and soon they were in a nearby house. "What's you and the titch's names?" he asked once inside, gesturing to the girl and small toddler.

"I'm Anastasia. This is my little sister, Branch." She replied, setting the child back down. The toddler climbed into the fluffy pillowcase she chose as a sleeping bag. "My parents ran away and they never came back for us, so i had to become the main supporter for us both. Branch is studying camouflage, and once she turns 5 I plan to train her in knife fighting, and hunting with supervision if it's possible." Anastasia rubbed her neck nervously. "I know it seems like a lot, but you have to grow up fast or you don't get to grow up at all." The girl said grimly. Branch was tugging on Darwin's pants leg, saying "twigs" over and over again to get his attention.