Somewhere in Illinois
March 25th, 2015
7:00 PM
He finally sat down, tired of walking.
He sat down against the seemingly anciet and rusted wreckage of a car near the side of the highway, the car's shadow cast over him like a looming giant by the distant setting sun on the other side of the husk of what was once a vehicle. Slowly, painfully, he slid out of his boots and his gloves. His feet were tired, his hands sweaty, and he would not need them anymore. He removed his jacket last, spreading it out on the ground and falling atop the makeshift 'bed'. He was joined in lying by his loyal golden retriever.
As the canine lay down next to him, he sat his hand atop the dog's back, petting his companion, acutely aware of the animal's breathing pattern, the rise and fall of his inhaling and exhaling as he lay next to him. The man's head hurt, he was ready to simply give up.
He removed a strip of worn, torn and faded newspaper from his pocket painfully, his muscles aching at the slightest movement. Spreading it out between his fingertips, he read it with some difficulty. His vision had become blurry. American Freedom Front releases deadly new chemicl weapon! Yes, it was still the same as when he'd first read it five years ago. The AFF didn't matter much though, they were gone, like everyone else. At the time he thought that maybe it was the longest nightmare of his life. No, it was real, or he was about to wake up. Either way, it was nearing its end. It was good to finally be out of life's grip or the embrace of dreams, whatever the case.
His loyal dog whimpered, licking his face with sad eyes. He'd run into the stray on the highway, back when he had a car, when he still went to work and did normal things. He'd fed and sheltered the animal for a year prior to the chemical attacks and the collapse of the world. It was good to have him here, at his side, when the end came. He was the only friend he had left.
It came suddenly, he didn't think about it much. Whether to expect black nothingness, oblivion, or the sharp white of death didn't matter.
The dog loosed a howl of mourning.
As you may have deduced, this is a post-apocalyptic RP set in the United States. The basic premise is that, in 2015, a terrorist cell known as the American Freedom Front captured the technology to unleash a devestating chemical weapon on the US and all of North America. Unique to this chemical weapon was that it could take many centuries to disperse, meaning that areas would be uninhabitable for some time. Smaller clouds also broke off of these main detonation sites, forming smaller pockets of the chemical weapon. The devestation was total, riot and uprisings brought the government down, and the remaining population took to a life of nomads, or establishing unstable communities around the country. You are one of these, a person travelling through the outskirts of St. Louis, one of the few cities not attacked. However, a massive sub-cloud is making its way towards the city, and only one man entering the city, a so called 'cloud-watcher' (which I will RP) can warn the locals. And try to get everyone out safely. The already nomadic peoples will have no choice but to trust the word of a stranger that could only be after getting them singled out and killing them, or risk staying and suffering the horrible fate awaiting in a cloud of chemicals.
The Survivors
-Dale Hanson, Lancearc
-Derron Rodriguez, Sauritican
-Martin Smith, The Keystone Federation
-Brooklyn Ashworth, Galdius
-Harrison Scott, Northern Anvils
