THE POST-APOCALYPTIC MEME

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THE POST-APOCALYPTIC MEME HOW TO PLAY - comment in the subject line with your character's name and canon. - state any preferences you might have. - choose a scenario or use the number generator. - have fun! SCENARIOS 1. Alien Invasion ▸ Aliens have taken over the earth. 2. Climate Change ▸ The climate of our planet has shifted suddenly. 3. Cybernetic Revolt ▸ Technology has turned against us. 4. Impact Event ▸ A meteor struck the Earth. 5. Nuclear Warfare ▸ They dropped the big one. Enjoy that fallout. 6. Pandemic ▸ A disease is threatening to wipe out human life on earth. 7. Resource Depletion ▸ There are no longer enough resources to support life. 8. Zombie Apocalypse ▸ A classic, zombies have invaded and destroyed everything. 9. Other ▸ Combine several scenarios or come up with your own! (x)

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[chatwithdeath]

[OOC: Yeah, lemme take a shot at this.]

[Funny... It always seemed as though people always considered the zombie apocalypse occurring, but their preparedness for the actual event had been lacking. Didn't take long for cities to crumble, but society didn't break. It fractured, but it still held in the communities scattered across the land despite trouble communicating between them.]

[It was this lack of communication that she had to set out. Being so far away from home when this happened, she hadn't heard anything about the Agent or Alyssa... She had to go back herself and find out if they were okay. Had to try, right?]

[She wasn't the only one though... and turning to her young companion, she nodded.]

Time to move while the activity's low. Still, stay alert. [Not that Naomi would permit harm to befall the girl if she could prevent it, but the smallest slip could spell trouble.]

[galleryblooms]

[Ib had been visiting her aunt when this had happened. Communication had gone down too quickly for her to contact her parents and transportation wasn't far behind it. That left people to find their ways to settlements as they were built. Both Ib and Naomi had a more specific place in mind.

Looking up, the brunette nods. She admittedly probably wasn't the most helpful, but she worked not to hold Naomi back. For her age, Ib was surprisingly brave, willing to move without hesitation when Naomi gave her instruction.]

Okay. [Voice naturally soft, she doesn't have to whisper.] I'll be careful.

[chatwithdeath]

[She'd rather not take the girl into harm's way, but she's proven herself so far. At this point, she couldn't leave her behind either. The city held no relatives for her, and letting her try going back to her aunt alone was out of the question.]

[With her own nod back, Naomi turns and heads to the fence keeping the few people living here in and the zombies out. It wouldn't last much longer; the people were already considering where to head next before it fell completely. Its compromised structure would allow the two of them to slip out this morning.]

[The doctor slips out first, peeking and listening to make sure none of the wandering drove was near again, but they were gone. Stepping out, she waits for Ib, head still turning every which way as she listens. She's... had a few moments in her life that required attentiveness.]

[galleryblooms]

[The fence offers no resistance for either of them, thankfully. It's sad that the town would fall, but it helps that they won't have to do a lot of work to at least get outside of the city.

Her skirt drags on the ground, collecting a bit of dust, but that's nothing to make her slow down. A lot of others had shredded clothing, and that her own continued to be in such good shape was a small blessing. She cares more about making it home and making sure neither she or Naomi get hurt.

Ib follows behind, staying as close as she can to the doctor. Once she catches up, she looks around too. Spying something from a street, she tugs at Naomi's shirt. Once she has the other's attention, she points to a building, a window that has a zombie trying to get through the glass. Likely, the other saw it as well, but Ib really does want to be careful.]

[chatwithdeath]

[Though clothes were not so essential, they would want to keep them in fair condition. Clothes were between them and a harsh environment unless they found something else.]

[The doctor had seen the zombie; in fact, it's why Naomi was frozen. She watches the zombie, considering their options. It was one zombie, they could probably move on and leave it to trying to break through. She silently ushers the girl to quietly follow, keeping her steps careful still.]

[galleryblooms]

[Somehow, despite the age difference, they had managed to do very well at nonverbal communication. Immediately, Ib falls back into silence, her gaze torn between the zombie and Naomi. It feels dangerous to look away from either, but she can't watch both at the same time.

Her footsteps are slow, careful, unhurried by fear. She had always managed an amazing level of calm. Maybe it was more accurate to say she was always good at keeping her emotions level.

The glass seems to hold as the zombie beats against the window, which is a small blessing. As they get further away from the building, it becomes less and less consequential.]

[chatwithdeath]

[Naomi looks between Ib and the zombie as they proceed, making sure it doesn't break out of the glass, but it looks as though it was holding it. They continue on, passing with the sound soon fading. Looks like they were in the clear... from that one. Who could say what was still out there.]

[Eyes forward again, she leads further on in their trek. Where there's one zombie, there might be others somewhere near.]

[galleryblooms]

[A bit on the outliers of the city, it seems quiet; that wasn't as surprising consider most zombies were either close to the city or dead for being too close to the city. Here, buildings weren't in horrible shape but many storefront windows had been broken, glass litering the walkway as people had carelessly looted.

That's when they can pace themselves a bit more, not too slow but not too fast either.]

Doctor Naomi? [Her voice is soft as she uses the name and title to address her. Looking away from the path for a second, soft but serious brown eyes turn up to look at her traveling companion.]

[chatwithdeath]

[Here, they could go along at a speed walk; keep an eye on their surroundings, and keep noise to a minimum. Still, she glances briefly to the soft-spoken girl besides her, an eyebrow raised.]

Yes, Ib? [Had she saw something? Or did she merely have something on her mind?]