Jordan cursed aloud. But didnt move otherwise. He sighs and looks around at the destroyed city. He hacks up another lung then slowly makes his way down the collapsed building and to the ground. He starts walking, anywhere. To find a safe enough location so he can die, slowly, in peace.
Luke hurries down a few flights of stairs and into an underground bunker. Before all of this started, he and his family made this bunker. They all died because of various reasons except for his sister. The bunker had food and things he needed to survive but he never really got around to it and when he did, it was every other month. He had been looking for medicine everywhere to give to his sister since the infection had reached her and now that he finally got it and was in the area, he went to give it to his sister. Victoria wasn't bedridden yet, but would soon be. All she could do was take care of herself but not go out to see the light.
He gave her the medicine quickly before heading out again. Now that his priority was taken care of, he didn't know what to do. He took a leisurely stroll in the other direction so he wouldn't run into that man again and decided to just analyze the destruction all the natural disasters had been doing.
Jordan chokes so hard blood spurts from his mouth, "Shit. No… Not that quickly…" He was leaning on the side of a collapsed building. The wall's overhang above him. He had fallen to his knees with the effort of the coughs. He had thrown his backpack away about ten feet. He didnt care any more if anyone stole it. It wouldnt matter. He was going to die anyway. What's the point on trying any more.
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“Nice,” Seneca muttered, “More of a home than I’ve stayed in in a while.” He followed Eli up the driveway.
Eli nodded his head slowly. He unlocked the door and went inside, shutting it once Seneca was inside as well. “Hungry or anything?” He asked.
"A bit. Mostly just thirsty," Seneca replied, "Thanks for helping me out. Means a lot."
He set his backpack down by the door.
“You’re welcome, I’m happy to help,” Eli hummed. He went into what could have been a kitchen, and went to where a decent sized safe was. His family had used it to store things like their money and social security cards, but now he used it to store important things. He couldn’t risk someone breaking in and stealing his things. He took out a small water bottle and a granola bar, holding them out to Seneca before shutting and locking it again.
Seneca smiled and thanked Eli. "So, do you have any plans for what you're going to do next? I'd be happy to help with anything," he said, unscrewing the cap on the water bottle.
(How should i add cerulean in?)
(Just throw him into the city)
(I am confusion)
(How should i add cerulean in?)
(Just throw him into the city)
(I am confusion)
I'm about to add my other character so just make him walk around or something.//
(Oh ik) cerulean walked around the coty
Jordan chokes blood running down his chin now
Seneca smiled and thanked Eli. "So, do you have any plans for what you're going to do next? I'd be happy to help with anything," he said, unscrewing the cap on the water bottle.
“At the moment, I’m just trying to find other people. That’s why I have been going into the city for a while now,” Eli explained. “You’re the only person I’ve seen who is alive, though.”
(Oh ik) cerulean walked around the coty
(Hey! If you could please not do one liners, and have a bit better grammar, that would be amazing. It states so in the rules, and it is a major pet-peeve of mine. Thanks!)
(Oh sorry)
(That’s alright. You have been writing good things so far, so it’s all good.)
(Oh ik) cerulean walked around the coty
Alexa hurried down the remains of her hideout and ran out of it. The earthquake did a substantial amount of damage and it was getting harder and harder to find better living conditions. While getting out, she ran into another person. "Oh shoot, I'm sorry!" She quickly said while looking up to meet the other's eyes.
(Oh ik) cerulean walked around the coty
(Hey! If you could please not do one liners, and have a bit better grammar, that would be amazing. It states so in the rules, and it is a major pet-peeve of mine. Thanks!)
(Sorry but idk what to do. I don’t even know what’s happened because I wasn’t here when the rp started lol.)
Jordan hacked and coughed. Blood streamed from his mouth in torrents. His eyes where closed tightly. Pain shoots through his entire body
(Oh ik) cerulean walked around the coty
(Hey! If you could please not do one liners, and have a bit better grammar, that would be amazing. It states so in the rules, and it is a major pet-peeve of mine. Thanks!)
(Sorry but idk what to do. I don’t even know what’s happened because I wasn’t here when the rp started lol.)
(All that has happened is that people have been meeting up. Just bring your character to the city and have them meet someone. You can always just glance over what we have done)
Seneca smiled and thanked Eli. "So, do you have any plans for what you're going to do next? I'd be happy to help with anything," he said, unscrewing the cap on the water bottle.
“At the moment, I’m just trying to find other people. That’s why I have been going into the city for a while now,” Eli explained. “You’re the only person I’ve seen who is alive, though.”
"Wild," Seneca murmured, "I wonder if anyone else is out there."
He took a few sips of the water, which turned into gulping it down; he was a lot thirstier than he realized, and that was saying something.
“I hope so. I know a lot of people died, but it couldn’t have wiped out the whole city,” Eli said. He wasn’t too sure, though. Maybe he a was just trying to be hopeful.
"Yeah, I don't know. I mean… It absolutely could have. Do you want to try to go out later to look for survivors? I kind of want to take a nap first if that's alright, though," Seneca said. He grabbed his backpack and laid down on the ground, using it as a pillow.
“That sounds good to me. But I agree, you should try and get some of your strength back first,” Eli agreed with a nod of his head. “And hey, you don’t need to sleep just on the floor. There’s a couch in the other room, or you could use a sleeping bag that’s in the closet,” he added.
“Oh. Okay. Thanks,” Seneca replied. He got up and moved over to the couch, then laid down and went to sleep almost right away.
“We can go once I wake up.”
“Alright, that sounds good. Sleep well,” Eli said to the other. Once he thought that Seneca was asleep, he picked up the others bag and set it in the kitchen with his own. Some people might have searched through someone else’s bag and taken things, but thankfully, he wasn’t like that.
After about a few hours, Seneca woke up, feeling almost worse than when he went to sleep, but he dared not show it. He sat up, head throbbing slightly, and a small wave of nausea passing over him. He was completely and utterly exhausted, and the only reason he hadn't felt so bad before was because he needed to survive. Seneca got up and went to the kitchen. His bag was sitting up on the counter. He didn't remember putting it there, but wasn't quite in the mindset to question it.