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ACT ONE
codedbycrucialstar
THE SCENE:
Quarantine. Days which dragged on by in a growing shanty town where the refugees had dreams of returning home. Five months of turmoil, where people had seen primal madness. Soldiers mowing down crowds in their armoured cars, spotlights and empty bullet casings. A war zone, the type of which no blooded American would ever have thought to see on US soil. Didn't matter what you called it; a hiccup in evolution, the end times -- what mattered was the beating heart. The empathy in the eyes of a fellow human, the flush health of their skin. These were the things people would sooner or later learn were the most important. The world was finished with this era, nuclear plants shutting down in wake of government protocol, the gas lines cleared, and electricity coming to standstill. Water became scummy in stagnant tanks and for once, since the introduction of manmade light, we could see the stars unlike we had ever before. Where once we would only acknowledge the brightest, we could see even the smallest which clustered to dimly illuminate the next age. One where we would understand the dark and fear it as our ancestors had.
With the sun beginning to set, the activity of camp had taken a sudden dip. Soldiers getting ready to exchange with the night watch and bored conversation lingering in the air over weather and when they'd be saved by helicopters and dashing CIA agents.
THE SETTING:
The camp was large, built into the inner city with blockades and utilising the layout of buildings. An old library housed the soldiers, whilst the civilians were put up in one of the old supermarkets and everywhere in between. Outside children played football with tin cans, men huddled over bin fires and tables were constructed from old paint cans and a piece of plywood, which held cardgames or the occasional chess match. The current reigning champion of the checkered board one of the more popular civilian doctors, Dr Singh.
Dusk. There are whispers punching the pregnant silence of the quarantine, a silence having lasted for months now; unease and anger, stirring within every corner of the civilian population. The leaders, Dr. Singh included, have made notice that a meeting is to be held in what used to be a Holiday Inn ballroom. There are rumors to be addressed and rumblings of unrest. The people in charge are doing their best to quell the voices, but people are starving and unhappy.
People are beginning to arrive, most unsure of what is coming next.
Dusk. There are whispers punching the pregnant silence of the quarantine, a silence having lasted for months now; unease and anger, stirring within every corner of the civilian population. The leaders, Dr. Singh included, have made notice that a meeting is to be held in what used to be a Holiday Inn ballroom. There are rumors to be addressed and rumblings of unrest. The people in charge are doing their best to quell the voices, but people are starving and unhappy.
People are beginning to arrive, most unsure of what is coming next.
WHAT'S NEXT:
Arrive, mingle with others, maybe try to find some answer as to what the people in charge are planning to discuss. Rumors are abound that hope is lost to everyone, that the government truly has fallen. People are malnourished, unhappy and angry with a lack of communication. Others are hopeful in their leadership that some remedy will come to every problem snowballing within the quarantine. Make your claim.