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the pic prompt meme


II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.
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He doesn't know how long he's been chasing her, through night and day, and when he loses sight of her and comes to himself he's in a place he's sure he should not be.
There are remnants of civilization, at the edges of the world. Shells of old towns, buildings half burned and collapsed. In places like this there's sometimes useful items to be scavenged, but there's also the risk of lingering radiation, or of running into other more desperate scavengers. He avoids the ruins of the old world, when he can, but it seems she has led him here. It's only after he's stopped the bike and killed the engine that he fully realizes she was just one of his ghosts all along. He's alone, here, perched at the edge of an empty town.
At least he thinks he's alone. There is, after long minutes of silence, a clink somewhere in the wreckage, a sound of some small glass or metal item tumbled onto gravel. His head snaps to the sound, but the heaped bricks and broken wood and all the other detritus makes it impossible to tell where the sound came from. There's nothing moving in sight, and something moving out of sight almost certainly means danger.
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Max will see the source of the noise soon, Arthur bursting out of a building, running as fast as he can out into the open, out into the light. Carrying his bag in one hand and and his rifle in the other. The thing making him run so fast were several things, in fact. The come after him like a swarm, only to rear back and run over each other trying to get back inside. Screaming and hissing as the sunlight literally burns their pale skin. Deformed and animalistic, they are no longer resembling anything remotely human.
Arthur still ends up dropping to one knee after he turns, gun up and aiming for any of them that might actually try to brave the sunlight and come after him.
He hasn't even noticed Max yet.
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What exactly they are, he's not sure. Some twisted remnants of once-men altered by radiation and subterranean living, or maybe something else weirder and more supernatural. What he is sure of, is that he doesn't really want to know what they are.
The man kneeling with a gun is dismissed as an immediate threat, because whatever those things are shrieking at the light and clawing at each other are clearly far worse. All the hairs on the back of his neck are standing up, and he suppresses a shiver, despite the heat of the day. He's not going to waste ammo, if they're not coming out, but if there's any sign one might emerge further he is ready to blast its head off without remorse.
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He keeps his gun trained on them as they all eventually slink and shuffle back inside, pulling their dead with them. Possibly to eat. He couldn't think of any other reason. They didn't seem all that sentimental. No one really was in this world anymore. he slowly gets up from his kneeled position, still eyeing the darkness he had just emerged from.
After picking up his back he finally turn in the right direction to see Max. He drops his bag and his gun goes back up, now aimed at the other man. He hadn't escaped from that just so be killed by this guy.
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The man that's behind the shotgun is the nearly-uniform shades of dust brown that says he's been traveling the desert a long time, although the bike he's on is slightly better off than he is. Right foot on the ground, he's still astride the well-packed vehicle, and the amount of supplies he's carrying speaks of long travel, too, so it's unlikely he's from the immediate area.
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Eventually, when neither has fired at the other for what feels like several long moments, "You gonna let me go?"
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The gun is nothing personal, and he's not looking to shoot first, it's just a standard precaution. Saying 'I'll put mine down if you lower yours first' seems pointless, so he waits and watches, ready to lower guns on mutual agreement if he sees a sign, or shoot if the threat ramps up. That's just how things work, out here.
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"You need to get away before it gets dark. They will come."
He then turns and moves to start running. The only way he can get away is on foot.
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They're gone for now, and there seems no point in blocking off the doorway because this ghost town is probably riddled with entrances and exits for their lair. He breathes out a sigh, and holsters the shotgun again, making sure the safety is back on. There's no point in hurrying, when the other man is on foot, but he clearly knows more about the dangers of this place and that makes him worth sticking to, at least for a little while. Besides which, he'd feel a little guilty leaving him to become a meal for those things. With his luck he'd end up with another ghost dogging his heels, later.
The sound of the bike starting up again breaks the quiet, and then it's getting closer, but it just comes up parallel with Arthur and far enough to the side of him to make it clear that he's not being run down or run over. For a minute they're traveling side by side, then the bikes moves ahead a ways and turns, and the man stops again to wait for Arthur to run straight at him. "...This is faster." He pauses just a moment, then gives a tiny jerk of his head to make his meaning clear. There's space for another rider behind him, and it's not a taunt but an offer of aid.
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Stops, turned toward him.
He slows down to standing still, staring. Before he starts walking again, suspicious mostly. What the hell...
His brow furrows more at the offer for a ride, tilting his head to look at the back and then back at the man, "Why?" Why are you offering this? He's expecting to be told the other man wants something in return.
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i'm so sorry. this got lost in my inbox.
He gives him another once over before finally nodding. It would be infinitely better than trying to run. He'd tire himself out and not be far away enough by nightfall.
He moves over to the bike, slinging his bag around and stuffing his rifle in it, leaving the end sticking out. He then adjusts his bag before getting onto the back of the bike. He's not sure where to grab onto so he does what he used to do when he had a parent driving him around. Puts his hands on the other man's waist.
:) Kinda wondered...
Any attempt to talk to him over the noise of the engine is likely to go unheard, although it's possible Arthur will think he's ignoring him. The truth is that his hearing isn't as sharp as it could be anymore, and between that the and engine and the wind he'll only be able to take any direction by more physical symbols like poking or pointing. He's not sure where he's going, although if he runs out of city and finds some rocky place that's okay for camping that would suit him fine. For all he knows he could simply be headed deeper in, though.
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Max will see one nearby. And then another and another. There's enough space to drive between them and they would be better off for it. Driving over could lead them to getting the bike stuck in a sink hole.
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It's unfortunate that he doesn't really know what he's driving towards much more than he knows what those things are that he's driving away from. If he can get them out into the open desert, away from the ruins of the city, he'll breathe easier.