Crouched in the back of the bus Derek chewed his lip, feeling the frozen moisture crunching in his beard. The decision would not be an easy one; he was fucked either way. He was running out of firewood, and there was no easy way to get ahold of more. He could head west, follow 45 and cross the river, but with the way the ground was over there- unstable and filled with fissures -he'd probably find himself in the bottom of a crack in the ice, legs broken. North was no good, not since there was no cover from the frigid wind, and the south wasn't any better, since that is where he had come from.
He could try heading east, downtown. He could probably make it, but the group of men he had seen by the mall did not look all that friendly. That left staying put for a while, at least until the storm blew over. He could probably make it a couple days without a fire, as long as he could keep out of the wind, but there was no telling when the storm would quiet down.
Derek rolled up another piece of paper and put it in the fire. Putting his hands near the weak flame. Suddenly, he remembered the library. The books were mostly gone, but but he was sure he could find something. The man put out his fire, trying to save fuel, and grabbed his backpack, and rifle. It would be a long walk, but the movement would stop the chill from taking him. With one more cloudy breath, he stepped out of the bus.
We could see the planet coming for a few years. It did not belong to any solar system, just a rogue gas giant hurling through space. Scientists though that it would hit us, and when the news broke, chaos set in. Riots, looting, killing. Everyone was getting it out of their system before their quick end.
But it didn't hit us.
The planet missed earth, but not by a wide enough margin. The gravity off the giant disrupted our orbit, and pulled earth farther from the sun. without the close proximity, things got cold. very cold.
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Name:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Occupation: (Before the Chill)
Skill:
Weakness:
Possible future love interest:
Personality:
Bio: (Optional)
1: This thread is mature. There will be gore. There will be swearing. there may be other difficult subject matter. you have been warned.
2: Your character needs to be realistic. No ninjas. I am sorry, but every time I do an apocalyptic thread, somebody always makes a character that is 12 and is a sword expert. keep in mind that characters who are children would likely be terrified, not bad-asses. To recap: realistic. I will deny your character if they are over the top killing machines.
2.5: make your character vulnerable. They can die. They will very rarely be able to get out of a situation while outnumbered unless they can sneak out. this is less of a rule and more of a writing suggestion.
3: Please keep all fighting in character.
4: All characters should be 16+
5: Try to respect my word. I am super easy to get along with so this shouldn't be a problem at all.
6: Have fun!
Name: Derek McMillan
Age: 23
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 182 lbs.
Occupation: Construction worker
Skill: Construction/engineering
Weakness: Loud and clumsy
Possible future love interest: None yet.
Personality: Derek is quiet. He is kind by nature, but doesn't talk much, so people often think he is mad. sometimes he will open up, especially if playing the guitar is involved. Derek loves to build, and improving his shelter is how he spends most of his time.
Bio: Derek grew up a fairly normal life. His dad passed away when he was 15, and his mother remarried. Derek moved out when he was 19, and has not seen his mom much since. He is not sure where she is.
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