Apocalypse Now Complex ( Private)

It was quiet, so quiet here now. It wasn't exactly known when it happened. When the end of the world came. It was safe to say that it was like waking up from a dream. All those memories of growing as child, going to school, getting your first job, falling inlove for the first time and getting into fights had all been taken for granted. Remembering the news reports about a virus spreading, infecting and killing billions of people. Billions! This virus seemed to have a mind of it's own, like it knew exactly what it was doing. It hit before anyone knew it came, like a wave it washed away everything and everyone.

Almost..


Never in her life would she have guessed life would of ended up this way. Breaking in to people's houses, taking things that would of been most useful to her, bathing in rivers, and traveling on foot. What was one to do when the world stopped working, like a clock that was broken nothing moved forward it seemed or backwards unless you count nature. Trees grew through the pavement of old streets and plants began to swallow up buildings. She had never seen so much wildlife in the cities, on the highways, and subways. Traveling underground was a quick way to make it from one point of the city to the other, the only thing you had to worry about were rats and perhaps several hundred tons of pavement, brick and any thing else above you. Looking at her clock, the time read Monday July 6 12:37 a.m. Just two days after the fourth and yet she didn't even realize it.

Megan took refuge in a mall in upstate Maryland. The mall amazingly provided everything a girl could actually ask for. New clothes, bath stuff, appliances that could be run by battery. Everything she owned was run by batter. It was a known fact that one could recharge a battery by using their own body heat. She was always resourceful though, even before the plague as she liked to call it. Why she even had a nice big comfty bed to sleep in in the furniture department. It would of been smart for her to stay here. Day after day, but pretty soon she'd get up and leave, carrying her bag and whatever adorned her and she east. Why east she didn't know, but after a lot of wrong it felt right.

A loud crash echoed through the mall as Derik slammed the sledgehammer into the gate blocking the doorway to the sporting goods store, tearing away a massive chunk of it and sending the loose metal clattering across the floor. He gave the broad head of the hammer an impressed look and hoisted it again, swinging heavily and knocking down the rest of the gate. Another swing noisily busted the lock in the glass door with a satisfying crunch of shattering safety glass, allowing him to freely saunter in. He was looking for guns and camping supplies, and this would be the best place to start looking for 'em.

He glanced down at his list of needed supplies and started making his way around the store. A good rifle or shotgun, a pistol as well if he could find one. Ammo and plenty of it. MRE's, sturdy shoes... It was a lengthy list. He'd already broken into a nearby pharmacy and gathered medical supplies. After this, he'd swing by the food court and make himself a feast, then sleep it off on one of the beds upstairs in the furniture department. Breakfast in the morning, then he'd head out. Steal some gas from a gas station, then make his way one of the largest cities in this country; New York City. There had to be more survivors out there, and big cities would be the best place to look by his reckoning. Better chance for survivors with more numbers, and other survivors would seek the place out for more or less the same reasons as him.

Another city. That's what it was to him. He wasn't even sure how many he'd traveled through at this point, but he knew what he found in them. It was always the same thing. Nothing. Pursing his lips as he walked the streets of the newest location, he wasn't even sure which city this was, or used to be. He didn't know how far he'd traveled, or how long he'd been doing so. He only knew he'd been alone for a long time. The thing that seemed to bother him the most was that in the end, the world ended not with a bang, but a whimper. Humanity had silently died off with no chance to fight back, yet, somehow he was still here.

Bryan pulled his rifle up, ready to fire a shot as he heard a noise nearby. He wasn't worried about people. There were no people. But the animals had gotten bolder since man had disappeared, and were wandering into towns now where they used to stay away from them. It was the only reason he felt the need to carry a firearm, and it had saved him from the occasional wandering beast more than once.

A flock of birds rose from a nearby thicket, causing him to lower the rifle with a sigh of relief. Turning on his heel, he traveled on. Keeping himself well supplied hadn't been a problem. He was able to refill his canteen in rivers and streams in the wilderness, and kept extras just in case he found himself moving for long stretches without finding a suitable spot to refill.

Making his way through the area, he found a small supermarket. Of course there would be no meat or produce inside that were able to be eaten anymore, but there were canned goods. Walking up to the door, which was on an electronic motion sensor that had long since stopped working, he turned his rifle around and shattered the glass with the stock.

Clearing out the door so he could safely pass, he crouched under the divider and slipped into the place, going about searching for supplies to last him on the next stretch of road as he slung his pack from his shoulders. He couldn't help but think of how full the places once were as he began to fill his pack, and now he couldn't even recall the last time he had heard another person's voice, or even his own for that matter. With no one to hear it, he saw no need in speaking during his time alone. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, he continued with his task. It would be dark soon, and he would need to find a place to sleep for the night.

(Note: He's in the same city as you guys now, just a few blocks away. ^_^)

It was strange and alarming. The sound of glass being shattered directly below the store she had slept in. Was it an animal? By the sound of it she swore it was large animal. Tossing over the large sheets from the bed. She got out and got dressed, grabbing the small pistol that she always kept on her person. She heard noises as she came out of the department. The sound was definitely coming from the first level. Heading towards the escalator she quickly made her way down the steps and ran to the location of the noises. Meagan planned on firing a warning shot to at least scare the beast off, hopefully. Arriving on the scene of a military supply store she did not believe her eyes. A man, a human man. Of course he was human, what animal would break into a arm shop?

"HEY!" That wasn't the best way to get someone's attention. This guy could been a psychopath. Thanks a lot Jesus leave me on earth with violent killers and madmen. Jumping to conclusions wasn't the best thing in the world to do. I mean when was the last time she had seen another person. What was his name? Where did he come from? Are their others out there to then? She had a list of questions for him, but she still held the gun tight in her hand.

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The man turned round quickly enough, and when he laid eyes on her a grin spread across his lips. He glanced at her, looking up and down before asking "You scared of that thing sweetheart?", gesturing with the head of his hammer towards her gun. His smile stayed cheerfully in place as he relaxed against the nearest wall, the sledgehammer propped comfortably across his shoulders. He would wait for her to say something now... no reason to upset her, she was the one with a gun pointed at him after all. He wasn't certain that she knew how to use it, but sometimes people who didn't know how to use a gun were more dangerous than trained marksmen.

Having gotten all the supplies he had room in his pack for, Bryan closed it up, slinging it over his shoulder once more as he headed for the door. Stepping back out of the store, he wandered the streets a bit in search of a place to stay for the night. The good thing about cities is such places were fairly common.

After a few minutes of walking, he came across a mall in the distance. Pausing to consider it, he concluded that it could provide decent shelter as well as some more things he could likely use. He needed some ammo, as well as a change of clothes, the ones he had on having been a bit worn by the road. Not to mention he might find some other items that could come in handy.

Making up his mind, he wandered toward the mall. As he drew closer, he noticed the shattered glass, causing him to purse his lips gently. He started to sling the rifle from his shoulder, then paused. It was indoors, a bit confined to try and level a rifle on something, so instead he drew his sidearm, a Colt .45 semi-automatic. Already having a round in the chamber, something he made a normal habit of for the extra shot, he pulled the hammer back rather than using the slide to cock the handgun, and approached slowly.

Hearing voices inside, his eyes widened. Could there really be others? Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him, or maybe it was just a talking toy that some animal had stepped on and activated. Finally, he was at the entrance, looking in, and once again shocked. There were people in there! Living, speaking people! He didn't let himself get too excited though. There was no telling what they were like, so he stepped in slowly, silently, drawing the twin of the pistol he already had drawn. He raised both guns, aiming at each of the two inside as he stepped into view.

Unlike the girl, this man obviously was more than familiar with the weapons, and didn't look like he'd hesitate to pull the trigger if one of them made even a slightly suspicious move. Looking between the two of them, he said nothing. He was honestly unsure what to say. He didn't even know if he remembered how to talk anymore. Frowning gently, he simply held his position for the moment, allowing them to consider their next moves carefully, and to possibly explain a bit to him.

"Why don't you put those away Chippendale, before you hurt someone?!" barked the stubble-faced man, not shifting from his position at all. "What the hell's wrong with you people?" he continued, turning and resuming his rummaging through the store's supplies. "Been who knows how the hell long since anyone's seen someone with a pulse, and the first thing you do when you see somebody is pull a piece on 'em? Jesus save me from jackasses!" His diatribe was suddenly interrupted when he found the camping food. "Sweet!" he exclaimed, turning one over to read the label. He looked over his shoulder and showed the other two his find, "Teriyaki chicken!" before stuffing it and a good many others into his enormous pack, which looked like it had probably been looted from a military surplus store.

Lowering her gun she shook her head as another person appeared. He was bigger than the first guy, looked militant. What was with the crowd around here. "Ok." She said managing to speak from surprise. "It's just that you made a lot of noise. I mean a lot of noise. It doesn't hurt be cautious does it?" She said before looking over her shoulder at the other individual. "Um, Hi" Was all she as able to say a the moment. Conversation had been lacking with less people to conversate with. The guy going through the supplies like some sort of sick animal made her wonder if he had escaped from some type institute or something. He didn't see to be bothered at all by this. She wondered who else would pop up. Maybe a t.v. star or something, yea as if any of them would of survive the fall out. Depleted of both emotional and physical energy she leaned against the wall. " So where are you guys from?" She asked looking between the hungry scavanger and the silent statue. "I'm still kinda shocked to see people here, I mean there's been no signs, now radios signals, flares, messages in bottles none of that. I was actually geting used to the idea of being the only there is and no poof here the two of you come and I know I'm rambling I just really don't know what to say and by the I'm sorry for pointing a gun at you" She said in one breath before inhaling deeply.

Bryan lowered his pistols as the girl lowered her own gun, putting them away once more as he adjusted the rifle and backpack that were slung over his shoulders. He still didn't talk at first, wanting to take a moment to make sure this was real.

Stepping in a bit, he finally looked at them both, seeming a little ashamed for his instinctive reaction, but what would one expect who had spent the last year traveling through mostly wilderness without having encountered another soul? He was a bit primal by this point, but he remembered how to talk at least.

"S...sorry." It was the first time he had heard his own voice in months. Perhaps this encounter was a good thing for him. It could prove to be the moment his soul was saved from becoming little more than an animal himself.