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Javorcek
Supernova
- Joined
- Jun 19, 2013
- Location
- United Sates - NY
Fifty years, that’s how long it has been since the viral outbreak just about, destroyed the world. A little dramatic, yes, but true. A virus that was being transferred by Russia to Iraq was intercepted by the United States, but before they could get to it the Russian military guarding the vile, destroyed it. The contents mixed with the air and soon a new chapter in history was written. It started by killing the weaker species, the larger ones able to overcome the effects. Humans were soon on the menu as it picked off the weaker ones, and if it didn’t kill you, well you were rewarded with a fate worse than death. Mutant, a word often used in horror movies, well, unless you were into X-Men then it had a different meaning. But in this case it was the bad kind, horrifying creatures of all kinds, it wasn’t a set mutation when you changed, everyone was different but all were still horrifying. If the virus didn’t kill you, the mutants certainly tried. But, like I said, it has been fifty years and the remaining survivors soon rebuilt towns, of course they were protected and weapons were of plenty after the military bases were raided.
In the future dystopia, there is some power, harnessed from power plants and surviving engineers passing down their trades so future generations could teach the next. The well off towns had fences around the whole town, guard shacks and heavy weapons, the lesser ones had mostly weapons, some security but what it lacked in protection, it gained in awareness, and hiding. Sirens would go off if a mutant was spotted, or raiders. The homes within the towns often had panic rooms and the town’s people would wait it out until the threat had passed. Most of the towns were away from big cities, the large buildings giving mutants a nice place to hide and that was a problem. Mostly cities were used in the past to raid, now that it’s fifty years later, the only raiding done in cities are for materials needed to construct something. There were vehicles, gasoline didn’t dry up and was still used by those brave enough to look for it or have the time to obtain it. It was a dystopia, meaning it was a shitty future, not a wasteland.
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Scavenger. That's what Olivia was, nothing but a scavenger.
Her parents had survived the viral outbreak that had converted so many into violent mutants. She'd taken a little bit of knowledge from each of them. Her mother had been a paramedic, her father had been a cop. And now here was Olivia...a mix between the two with enough knowledge to make life not so bad. The small colony that she had been hiding in with her family had been attacked by bandits. All their resources had been swallowed up, the walls protecting the colony had been broken. And of course, right after the bandits had streamed into the colony, the mutants soon followed.
This disease that had torn through countries, ruined whole nations...few had survived. And of course the few that had survived had to make life even more shitty with their in-fighting.
So her parents were gone, too old to properly flea the bandits. Sometimes when your number is up, there's just nothing you can do about it. And the other people Olivia's age that were healthy and had escaped had either died in the colony or split off in search for other areas where humans were: other colonies that they could join. Olivia had split off on her own, sometimes it's easier to take care of yourself rather than worrying about a bunch of other people.
But sometimes, like today, she wished that she had stayed with the group. Today she had managed to wander to close to one of the old cities in her search of food and had managed to attract a whole fucking herd of mutants.
Awesome.
Son of a bitch...
The moment that Olivia heard their screeching cry to alert others in the area that there was food to be had, she started sprinting back towards the woods in hopes of losing the mutants. They don't get tired you know. The mutants don't need to sleep, they barely need to breath. If you shoot them, they die, sure. But they can run for a hell of a lot longer than someone that wasn't infected could. And as hard and as fast as Olivia could run, she wasn't going to make it all night.
"HELP!" The brunette screamed, knowing that she was giving away her position. There were bandits, sure. But she could probably talk her way out of a meeting with them. She couldn't really reason with these mutants though.
In the future dystopia, there is some power, harnessed from power plants and surviving engineers passing down their trades so future generations could teach the next. The well off towns had fences around the whole town, guard shacks and heavy weapons, the lesser ones had mostly weapons, some security but what it lacked in protection, it gained in awareness, and hiding. Sirens would go off if a mutant was spotted, or raiders. The homes within the towns often had panic rooms and the town’s people would wait it out until the threat had passed. Most of the towns were away from big cities, the large buildings giving mutants a nice place to hide and that was a problem. Mostly cities were used in the past to raid, now that it’s fifty years later, the only raiding done in cities are for materials needed to construct something. There were vehicles, gasoline didn’t dry up and was still used by those brave enough to look for it or have the time to obtain it. It was a dystopia, meaning it was a shitty future, not a wasteland.
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Scavenger. That's what Olivia was, nothing but a scavenger.
Her parents had survived the viral outbreak that had converted so many into violent mutants. She'd taken a little bit of knowledge from each of them. Her mother had been a paramedic, her father had been a cop. And now here was Olivia...a mix between the two with enough knowledge to make life not so bad. The small colony that she had been hiding in with her family had been attacked by bandits. All their resources had been swallowed up, the walls protecting the colony had been broken. And of course, right after the bandits had streamed into the colony, the mutants soon followed.
This disease that had torn through countries, ruined whole nations...few had survived. And of course the few that had survived had to make life even more shitty with their in-fighting.
So her parents were gone, too old to properly flea the bandits. Sometimes when your number is up, there's just nothing you can do about it. And the other people Olivia's age that were healthy and had escaped had either died in the colony or split off in search for other areas where humans were: other colonies that they could join. Olivia had split off on her own, sometimes it's easier to take care of yourself rather than worrying about a bunch of other people.
But sometimes, like today, she wished that she had stayed with the group. Today she had managed to wander to close to one of the old cities in her search of food and had managed to attract a whole fucking herd of mutants.
Awesome.
Son of a bitch...
The moment that Olivia heard their screeching cry to alert others in the area that there was food to be had, she started sprinting back towards the woods in hopes of losing the mutants. They don't get tired you know. The mutants don't need to sleep, they barely need to breath. If you shoot them, they die, sure. But they can run for a hell of a lot longer than someone that wasn't infected could. And as hard and as fast as Olivia could run, she wasn't going to make it all night.
"HELP!" The brunette screamed, knowing that she was giving away her position. There were bandits, sure. But she could probably talk her way out of a meeting with them. She couldn't really reason with these mutants though.
