im jess saying
(she/her)
Dream a little dream with me...
Thanks for stopping by! It's about that time where I'm desperate for creativity in my life.
I'm in search of a long-term writing partner that's willing to build a plot with me.
I have a few plots and fandoms below so pm me with your ideas!
ABOUT ME
My name is Jess! I'm a millennial cis gender female. I'm queer.
I'm a Sagittarius sun, Taurus moon, Libra rising. I'm a theme park performer
in Orlando so I vibe on EST. My interests include video games, twitch, ghosts,
reading, dnd, and renaissance festivals! I can write anywhere from 2-10 paragraphs
depending on what my partner is giving me. I tend to stick to modern, historical
and fantasy themes. I'm a big fan of slice of life romance tropes!
WHAT TO EXPECT FROM ME
Most Genders, Most Sexualities. I'm comfortable playing most genders in my writing.
Specifically male, female, non-binary, and gender non conforming. The only sexuality
I'm not comfortable with is M//.
Range. If you're not interested in any of my plots or pairings, tell me
about something you're craving! I'm able to write about most things
and I'm willing to explore your plots and cravings as well! Pm me! Lets talk.
A Friend. I will be very active in our ooc chat. I'm willing to be a shoulder to
cry on and someone to vent to.
Only Original Characters. While I do have fandoms in my cravings section,
I don't like rping as cannon characters. I do however love making
my own original characters in my favorite worlds I consume!
Reliable. If I'm vibing with you and our plot, I'm in it. I will consistently post
as much as my schedule will let me. However, I am ghost friendly!
Learning Disabilities. I'm dyslexic. Sometimes I'll send my reply with silly grammar or
spelling mistakes. Please don't be harsh. If you need me to clarify I will happily do so!
Samples. Linked below are a bunch of samples I have from old rps I've since retired.
Please take a look and make sure our writing styles work well together!
WHAT I EXPECT FROM YOU
Adults Only. I am only comfortable partnering with those 21+
Collaborative Plot Building. I run into this problem soooo often on this site. Once I get
into the nitty gritty of the plot, my partner falls short helping the plot along. I'm left
to fill in all the blanks. It's frustrating. Please don't be afraid to take the story and run!
I love collaborating!
Commitment. A reply once a week is totally acceptable to me! Being an adult is
hard work and I understand that you can't spend every second of your free time replying.
I'd rather a well built story that takes time than a rushed reply.
Similar Writing Style. I really need a partner that can keep up with my writing style.
I want a partner that's literate in their writing and leave quality posts. Like I mentioned above,
find my writing samples below.
FANDOMS
The Last of Us
Bridgerton
Avatar: the Last Airbender
Ready Player One (the book)
Hunger Games
Divergent
Arcane
PAIRINGS
pirate x noble
spinster daughter x rake (regency era)
outlaw x school teacher (wild west)
fake dating/secret relationship
a dnd adventuring duo
TROPES
enemies to lovers
friends to lovers
second chance romance
forced proximity
literally any storyline with paranormal activity
SAMPLES
Adelaide Hart
A day had passed since Ada left the farm and everything was going according to plan. The pursuit for the Citadel kept her motivated to traverse unfamiliar terrain, though she lay awake struck with fear the first night she took camp. This grand adventure was the first time she had ever been alone. She had finally escaped her nagging parents, endless chores, and the inescapable presence of her many many siblings. On the other hand, her father and brothers weren’t here to protect her like they usually are.
Ada shook the thought out of her head as she packed up her camp, sure that she can keep herself safe, especially with her newly found help from Mystra. With her very full backpack and staff in tow, she ventures on to the next leg of her journey. One day down, an entire journey to go.
. . .
A few hours of trudging through wooded land passed and Ada could definitively say she was lost. She’d somehow veered too far from the main road and the woods were disorienting. The only thing she could think of was to follow her compass due north until she came across signage to lead her in the right direction.
It could have been the heightened paranoia from being lost, but Ada was sure she heard scuffling around her that wasn’t of her own making. She went still to listen and that’s when she spotted the large creature. It looked like the swine she had on the farm but far larger. At the moment, the animal didn’t seem dangerous. She just wanted to get a quick sketch of it before she continued on, as she’d never seen a swine so big. She quickly took out her journal and quill and started sketching, inching closer to get a better look.
In a split second, the animal went from calmly grazing to a fierce run, straight toward Ada. When Ada realized what was happening she took off sprinting through the forest trying to lose the animal's pursuit. She darted between trees and tried to hide behind foliage to no avail.
Ada caught sight of a dark figure and she decided to test her luck, screaming out for help toward the figure. Her daddy always said not to trust strangers met during travel, but this being might be her only hope. She didn’t want to become a wild animal’s dinner on her second day of freedom.
A day had passed since Ada left the farm and everything was going according to plan. The pursuit for the Citadel kept her motivated to traverse unfamiliar terrain, though she lay awake struck with fear the first night she took camp. This grand adventure was the first time she had ever been alone. She had finally escaped her nagging parents, endless chores, and the inescapable presence of her many many siblings. On the other hand, her father and brothers weren’t here to protect her like they usually are.
Ada shook the thought out of her head as she packed up her camp, sure that she can keep herself safe, especially with her newly found help from Mystra. With her very full backpack and staff in tow, she ventures on to the next leg of her journey. One day down, an entire journey to go.
. . .
A few hours of trudging through wooded land passed and Ada could definitively say she was lost. She’d somehow veered too far from the main road and the woods were disorienting. The only thing she could think of was to follow her compass due north until she came across signage to lead her in the right direction.
It could have been the heightened paranoia from being lost, but Ada was sure she heard scuffling around her that wasn’t of her own making. She went still to listen and that’s when she spotted the large creature. It looked like the swine she had on the farm but far larger. At the moment, the animal didn’t seem dangerous. She just wanted to get a quick sketch of it before she continued on, as she’d never seen a swine so big. She quickly took out her journal and quill and started sketching, inching closer to get a better look.
In a split second, the animal went from calmly grazing to a fierce run, straight toward Ada. When Ada realized what was happening she took off sprinting through the forest trying to lose the animal's pursuit. She darted between trees and tried to hide behind foliage to no avail.
Ada caught sight of a dark figure and she decided to test her luck, screaming out for help toward the figure. Her daddy always said not to trust strangers met during travel, but this being might be her only hope. She didn’t want to become a wild animal’s dinner on her second day of freedom.
Time was ticking. There was exactly five minutes and thirty-one seconds to get to her apartment and turn on the radio. Ash was thrown a surprise-going-away party by her office mates. It was a nice gesture, but she's been through so many different offices over the last two years. Every beige, cubical lined office seemed to blend together and after a while. This office will become a blur of fake smiles and firm handshakes... just like the rest. In a week she'll move on to her "next big adventure," as her agency calls it. But to Ash, it's just another cement prison waiting to hold her captive.
"27th Street."
The train announcement silenced her grim thoughts. Gently, she rotates her wrist as to not disturb the box of cubical decorations and personal items balancing on her lap. Her watch indicates there are only four minutes and twenty-eight seconds until her show starts. At this point she starts to get nervous she wont make it. Anxiously, Ash clicks her heels together and watches the racing lights inside the tunnel as they pass by, counting them, as if she has the number memorized until the next station.
Ash is aware of the absurdity of racing home to turn on a radio station. It's unheard of to listen to, or watch, anything live this day in age. She can't exactly remember how she found this radio station show but she quickly fell in love with the soothing sounds of Evelyn Park and the advice she gives her listeners. When You Come Home has become the only constant in her life. There is nothing better then making herself a cup of coffee, snuggling up with her cat, and listening to advice given by a girl in her mid twenties, as if she might solve all of Ash's problems. Who needs actual therapy when you have a radio!
"28th Street."
Quickly, Ash lunges out the train doors, up the stairs, and onto the busy and bustling street of the city. "Excuse me." She repeats as she shoves past anyone in her way. In record time, she reaches her building and climbs the five flights of stairs up to her apartment door. With a crash landing she smashes the box down on the table and turns the radio to the correct station, just in time. Ash takes a deep breath of relief, gives her cat a scratch behind the ear, and starts a pot of coffee as she recites the intro along with Evelyn.
If this was any other episode she wouldn't mind missing a few minutes, but this week she sent in a letter of her own. The letter reads, "I'm stuck in a dead end job that's sucking the life out of me while my true passion sits in the corner gathering dust. I'm terrified this is going to be forever. What should I do? I'm lost, Evelyn Park." With a cup of coffee in hand and a cat in her lap, she sits at her kitchen table and listens intently hoping her letter gets chosen this week.
Columbus, Ohio 2050
Tomorrow is the day. The day that busybea was going to be reincarnated into OASIS II. Bea felt like her life was starting over again. The new hunt gave her something to live for. She could almost feel her depression melting off her skin.
Bea found herself fantasizing about the hunt. She’d hoped that the challenges would be the same 80s and Haliday inspired assessments. Bea and other members of The Fallout were nervous it was going to be challenges based off the High Five. No matter what, she was going to win this one. She won’t let any teenager get in her way this time.
She was still beating herself for not realizing sooner that the first key was on Ludus. She had gone to school there for years! How could two teenagers figure it out before she had? Bea shook her head and pushed the thoughts out of her mind. What’s done is done. Parzival won and there’s nothing she can do about that now.
Knowing that she was too excited to sleep, bea checked herself into a 24 hour OASIS cafe. She had made some decent coin last night with one of her regulars and decided to treat herself. She got herself a higher up haptic rig and a private room. She walked in and slipped into the rig and gloves as quickly as possible. She stepped onto the omnidirectional treadmill and put on her visor. The familiar red beam flashed in her eyes, scanning her retina, and she took a sigh of relief. Bea smiled and spoke her passphrase aloud: “Goonies never say die “.
Identity Verification Successful
Welcome to the OASIS, busybea!
Login Completed: 21:07:43 OST-5.11.2050
And then the three words that instantly erased Bea's anxiety.
Ready Player One
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Bea’s avatar busybea materialized in her private room still in her busty half naked escort outfit. Her escort was modeled after Julia Roberts’ character in Pretty Woman. She was a long legged, busty vixen with long brunette hair and the same white/blue cut out one piece and knee high back boots from the movie.
“Change avatar, Queen Bea.” She said aloud and her avatar changed from her work ‘uniform’ to the all black studded out intimidating-to-any-man outfit that everyone knew her by. Bea looked and herself in the mirror and smiled. “Much better.” She muttered to herself.
Bea shuffled through her few records she re-bought after she zeroed out. She decided to put on Van Halen and Jump started playing. She felt a rush of nostalgia for the old egg hunt and started smiling and jumping around her room singing every word. It was then that Bea decided to click onto her old stream. For old time sake, she decided to go live pretending like she still had fans and followers. She started the stream with her familiar intro:
“Hey, hey, bea hive! Queen bea here. I hope you’re all having a gunt-tastic day.” The phrase made her smile and reminded her of a time long forgotten. “So, tomorrow is the big day, my wonderful worker baes! O2 finally comes out! My bounty box is being delivered to me at 8am OST. I can hardly contain my excitement!” Bea takes a long pause, trying to remember how to stream coherently. “I guess I should also announce that the hunt is back on for me! I’m going to be in full gunter mode again and this time, I’m going to win. No if, ands, or buts.”
Just then she noticed her viewer count go up by the 10s, 20s, and then 100s. She gasped in surprise and continued.
“For anyone who’s new around here, hi, hello, I’m busybea. I am the Queen of this hive. I used to be a top rated anti-clan gunter word vomiting my 80s and James Haliday knowledge into this stream. I’m a self proclaimed movie buff, Goonie by day, Ghostbuster by night, and full time badass.” Suddenly the follows started rolling in. 100, 200, 300. “Please stick around and become a worker bea in this fully dysfunctional bea hive. You’re gonna want to see what I have up my sleeves. For now, I’m going to buzz off and get some sleep because I have to be up super early to get to the post office and grab my bounty box for O2! I can’t wait to see you all there!”
Bea logged off in awe of what just happened. She ended up with 1,713 followers. That’s not near as many as she had before she zeroed out, but it was so exciting that her gunter fans/friends have found her again and reconnected. It gave her hope for her future.
Bea started to feel her eyes drift in her visor so she decided to lay down on the couch provided, put on her favorite 80s movie Overboard, and drift off into sleep.
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The next morning Bea woke up and opened her eyes to the screen saver in her visor with the time that read 7:35 OST. Bea jumped up from the couch, ripped her visor and rig off and leaped out of the cafe with her belongings. She hopped in her car and started for the post office where her bounty box was being delivered at 8:00. When she got to the post office, a line had started to form with impatient customers that couldn’t wait for their boxes to be delivered to their houses. Luckily, Bea didn’t have a house. She used her old fanmail PO box for this special event.
As the time struck 8:00 she fumbled with her key and opened her PO box. There it was. Her bounty box. She started crying tears of excitement and happiness. She grabbed it quickly and headed out, trying not to get the attention of others.
She couldn’t wait for one more second. She ripped the box open and unboxed all the contents. She skimmed the instructions and then threw them in her backseat; this wasn't her first rodeo. She fumbled into the rig, a little too excited, and booted it up. The first thing she saw was the OASIS II symbol with the original OASIS symbol above it. She saw it start downloading. Figuring it would take a while, she opened a portion of her rations and started chowing down, realizing how hungry she was. She started humming We’re Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Sister as she waited, eating her GMO ridden government ordered rations. Bea then heard the HUD informing her that Oasis II had completed its download. She terminated her old OASIS system and clicked the new OASIS II icon.
The system has detected a previous profile in the Oasis. Would you like to transfer this profile to Oasis II? All items and currency will transfer and you will retain your current level and skill set.
Bea clicked to transfer her avatar over to the new system. Just then, two words appeared.
Press Start
Tomorrow is the day. The day that busybea was going to be reincarnated into OASIS II. Bea felt like her life was starting over again. The new hunt gave her something to live for. She could almost feel her depression melting off her skin.
Bea found herself fantasizing about the hunt. She’d hoped that the challenges would be the same 80s and Haliday inspired assessments. Bea and other members of The Fallout were nervous it was going to be challenges based off the High Five. No matter what, she was going to win this one. She won’t let any teenager get in her way this time.
She was still beating herself for not realizing sooner that the first key was on Ludus. She had gone to school there for years! How could two teenagers figure it out before she had? Bea shook her head and pushed the thoughts out of her mind. What’s done is done. Parzival won and there’s nothing she can do about that now.
Knowing that she was too excited to sleep, bea checked herself into a 24 hour OASIS cafe. She had made some decent coin last night with one of her regulars and decided to treat herself. She got herself a higher up haptic rig and a private room. She walked in and slipped into the rig and gloves as quickly as possible. She stepped onto the omnidirectional treadmill and put on her visor. The familiar red beam flashed in her eyes, scanning her retina, and she took a sigh of relief. Bea smiled and spoke her passphrase aloud: “Goonies never say die “.
Identity Verification Successful
Welcome to the OASIS, busybea!
Login Completed: 21:07:43 OST-5.11.2050
And then the three words that instantly erased Bea's anxiety.
Ready Player One
________________________________________________________________________
Bea’s avatar busybea materialized in her private room still in her busty half naked escort outfit. Her escort was modeled after Julia Roberts’ character in Pretty Woman. She was a long legged, busty vixen with long brunette hair and the same white/blue cut out one piece and knee high back boots from the movie.
“Change avatar, Queen Bea.” She said aloud and her avatar changed from her work ‘uniform’ to the all black studded out intimidating-to-any-man outfit that everyone knew her by. Bea looked and herself in the mirror and smiled. “Much better.” She muttered to herself.
Bea shuffled through her few records she re-bought after she zeroed out. She decided to put on Van Halen and Jump started playing. She felt a rush of nostalgia for the old egg hunt and started smiling and jumping around her room singing every word. It was then that Bea decided to click onto her old stream. For old time sake, she decided to go live pretending like she still had fans and followers. She started the stream with her familiar intro:
“Hey, hey, bea hive! Queen bea here. I hope you’re all having a gunt-tastic day.” The phrase made her smile and reminded her of a time long forgotten. “So, tomorrow is the big day, my wonderful worker baes! O2 finally comes out! My bounty box is being delivered to me at 8am OST. I can hardly contain my excitement!” Bea takes a long pause, trying to remember how to stream coherently. “I guess I should also announce that the hunt is back on for me! I’m going to be in full gunter mode again and this time, I’m going to win. No if, ands, or buts.”
Just then she noticed her viewer count go up by the 10s, 20s, and then 100s. She gasped in surprise and continued.
“For anyone who’s new around here, hi, hello, I’m busybea. I am the Queen of this hive. I used to be a top rated anti-clan gunter word vomiting my 80s and James Haliday knowledge into this stream. I’m a self proclaimed movie buff, Goonie by day, Ghostbuster by night, and full time badass.” Suddenly the follows started rolling in. 100, 200, 300. “Please stick around and become a worker bea in this fully dysfunctional bea hive. You’re gonna want to see what I have up my sleeves. For now, I’m going to buzz off and get some sleep because I have to be up super early to get to the post office and grab my bounty box for O2! I can’t wait to see you all there!”
Bea logged off in awe of what just happened. She ended up with 1,713 followers. That’s not near as many as she had before she zeroed out, but it was so exciting that her gunter fans/friends have found her again and reconnected. It gave her hope for her future.
Bea started to feel her eyes drift in her visor so she decided to lay down on the couch provided, put on her favorite 80s movie Overboard, and drift off into sleep.
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The next morning Bea woke up and opened her eyes to the screen saver in her visor with the time that read 7:35 OST. Bea jumped up from the couch, ripped her visor and rig off and leaped out of the cafe with her belongings. She hopped in her car and started for the post office where her bounty box was being delivered at 8:00. When she got to the post office, a line had started to form with impatient customers that couldn’t wait for their boxes to be delivered to their houses. Luckily, Bea didn’t have a house. She used her old fanmail PO box for this special event.
As the time struck 8:00 she fumbled with her key and opened her PO box. There it was. Her bounty box. She started crying tears of excitement and happiness. She grabbed it quickly and headed out, trying not to get the attention of others.
She couldn’t wait for one more second. She ripped the box open and unboxed all the contents. She skimmed the instructions and then threw them in her backseat; this wasn't her first rodeo. She fumbled into the rig, a little too excited, and booted it up. The first thing she saw was the OASIS II symbol with the original OASIS symbol above it. She saw it start downloading. Figuring it would take a while, she opened a portion of her rations and started chowing down, realizing how hungry she was. She started humming We’re Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Sister as she waited, eating her GMO ridden government ordered rations. Bea then heard the HUD informing her that Oasis II had completed its download. She terminated her old OASIS system and clicked the new OASIS II icon.
The system has detected a previous profile in the Oasis. Would you like to transfer this profile to Oasis II? All items and currency will transfer and you will retain your current level and skill set.
Bea clicked to transfer her avatar over to the new system. Just then, two words appeared.
Press Start
"Cap'n."
He awoke with a start to the voice entering the room. Peeling a map off his forehead, he looked around the room confused as to what time of the day it was and how he ended up in his captains quarters in the first place. Had he fallen asleep? How long had he been out? Sebastian rubbed the sleep from his eyes trying to remember what he was doing before he had fallen asleep. He perked up in his chair as the days events swiftly entered his mind. The chalice! That's right! He sent his crew on a mission to find the chalice. The chalice that had haunted him for years. His endless search was about to come to an end. Him. His crew. They were finally at the final stages of their quest.
Sebastian cleared his throat and directed his attention to the small, dirty, scraggly looking man standing in front of him, noticing his sheepish approach. Not a very good sign. "Well?" He asked simply, and held out his hand expecting the cup to be handed over.
"Cap'n... er... there was a bit of a problem." At these words, Sebastian stood from his chair, walking over to the man that was almost visibly getting shorter. "Y-ya see," He went on trying not to look directly into his captains eyes. "Ya see, sir, we couldn't find it... sir."
"Couldn't find it!?" Sebastian screamed, anger starting to boil in his body. "I gave you specific instructions! They were fool proof!"
"Yes sir, and we followed 'em perfect, we did... but the cup wasn't there, sir." The man said, looking down at his shoes. Sebastian cursed under his breath and walked back over to his desk, standing still for a moment, lost in his thoughts. How could the chalice be gone? The royal family must have been tipped off by someone and moved it somewhere safe. Now what? What were they to do? He was taken out of his deep thoughts when the man started talking again. "But sir, we have somethin' else for ye." His crew member said, a small smirk forming on his face. "We captured the Duke's daughter. She's here on the ship. We can use her as leverage."
Sebastian turned back to the short, scraggly man towering over him and trying to decide if this was a smart move or not. On one hand, he was going to have to deal with the Royal army in the near future. They were sure to come after their beloved captured daughter. On the other hand, he'd heard rumors about the beauty of the Duke's daughter. It might be nice to have something sweet to look at for a time. Sebastian sighed and decided it was probably his last hope to acquire the chalice at this point. "Fine." He said, seemingly unphased by the information that was brought to his attention. "Bring her to me."
. . .
Sitting in his captain quarters with is chair turned to the wall, he heard a few of his crew members enter the room with a protesting young woman. He played with his hat in his hands until he heard the group settle behind him. A smirk formed on his face as he put his hat on and got up from the chair, approaching his crew members and the young lady. At first glance, it seemed to be that the rumors were true. The young woman was absolutely gorgeous. Sebastian was even comfortable saying she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. This didn't phase him one bit, though. Slowly, he walked forward and approached the dark haired young royal dressed in deep blue that was restrained by his crew members. The smirk never left his face. He looked her up and down, memorizing her body and biting his lip.
"Hello, beautiful." He said simply, flashing a handsome smile.
He awoke with a start to the voice entering the room. Peeling a map off his forehead, he looked around the room confused as to what time of the day it was and how he ended up in his captains quarters in the first place. Had he fallen asleep? How long had he been out? Sebastian rubbed the sleep from his eyes trying to remember what he was doing before he had fallen asleep. He perked up in his chair as the days events swiftly entered his mind. The chalice! That's right! He sent his crew on a mission to find the chalice. The chalice that had haunted him for years. His endless search was about to come to an end. Him. His crew. They were finally at the final stages of their quest.
Sebastian cleared his throat and directed his attention to the small, dirty, scraggly looking man standing in front of him, noticing his sheepish approach. Not a very good sign. "Well?" He asked simply, and held out his hand expecting the cup to be handed over.
"Cap'n... er... there was a bit of a problem." At these words, Sebastian stood from his chair, walking over to the man that was almost visibly getting shorter. "Y-ya see," He went on trying not to look directly into his captains eyes. "Ya see, sir, we couldn't find it... sir."
"Couldn't find it!?" Sebastian screamed, anger starting to boil in his body. "I gave you specific instructions! They were fool proof!"
"Yes sir, and we followed 'em perfect, we did... but the cup wasn't there, sir." The man said, looking down at his shoes. Sebastian cursed under his breath and walked back over to his desk, standing still for a moment, lost in his thoughts. How could the chalice be gone? The royal family must have been tipped off by someone and moved it somewhere safe. Now what? What were they to do? He was taken out of his deep thoughts when the man started talking again. "But sir, we have somethin' else for ye." His crew member said, a small smirk forming on his face. "We captured the Duke's daughter. She's here on the ship. We can use her as leverage."
Sebastian turned back to the short, scraggly man towering over him and trying to decide if this was a smart move or not. On one hand, he was going to have to deal with the Royal army in the near future. They were sure to come after their beloved captured daughter. On the other hand, he'd heard rumors about the beauty of the Duke's daughter. It might be nice to have something sweet to look at for a time. Sebastian sighed and decided it was probably his last hope to acquire the chalice at this point. "Fine." He said, seemingly unphased by the information that was brought to his attention. "Bring her to me."
. . .
Sitting in his captain quarters with is chair turned to the wall, he heard a few of his crew members enter the room with a protesting young woman. He played with his hat in his hands until he heard the group settle behind him. A smirk formed on his face as he put his hat on and got up from the chair, approaching his crew members and the young lady. At first glance, it seemed to be that the rumors were true. The young woman was absolutely gorgeous. Sebastian was even comfortable saying she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. This didn't phase him one bit, though. Slowly, he walked forward and approached the dark haired young royal dressed in deep blue that was restrained by his crew members. The smirk never left his face. He looked her up and down, memorizing her body and biting his lip.
"Hello, beautiful." He said simply, flashing a handsome smile.
Eric Orr
Everyone remembers what they were doing the day the rain started. In Eric's case, he was at work in the garage changing the oil on a Ford Explorer a middle aged woman brought in. Metal blasting through the garage as he sang along to the lyrics. It wasn't a great job, he had to admit, but he was good at it and it paid the bills. The oil change was just about finished when the clouds started to roll in. It was out of no where. Through, it wasn't the first time he's seen an aggressive storm start completely out of the blue. He went through the motions of closing a few of the garage doors and watched as the middle aged Explorer owner chased around her five year old in front of the garage. Lord, did he hate children. Then, the rain started. It came down heavy. He could hear the large droplets on the garage door. It was so loud he needed to turn up the radio.
The screams came next. Agonizing ear piercing screams. Him and his buddy looked at each other for a moment, wondering where it was coming from. They both walked over to the window to see the woman and child completely keeled over on the ground, their bodies covered in large bubbled up sores. "Oh my God." His buddy expressed before throwing open the door and walking out into the rain to help. It took only seconds before he was in the same potion as the mother and five year old child. The blister-like sores bubbling on his skin, his screams echoing through the garage. Fear filling Eric's body. Then the emergency broadcast system came over the radio. The alarm was so loud that Eric had to cover his ears.
"Do not, I repeat, do not go out in the rain. It is poison. Do not, I repeat, do not go out in the rain. It is poison. Do not, I repeat, do not go out in the rain. It is poison."Over and over and over. Eric sat at the door, looking at the dead mother and child, and his dead buddy laying on the gravel, the rain still eating away at their flesh. He didn't know what to do, so he just waited with the emergency broadcast system playing over and over again.
The news that night was covered with updates on the poisonous rain. Scientists debating on what it could be, news anchors trying to get a realistic count of the dead, shots of people crying around the bodies with bubbled sores. A shocking sky view of New York City. The walkways lined with death and destruction. He called everyone he knew. Everyone he cared about. Some didn't answer their phones, some did. He watched as people marked themselves 'safe' on Facebook and those who didn't. He wept for his losses and rejoiced for those who made it through. The total percentage of humanity lost at the end of the day was estimated 25%. A quarter of humanity was lost. Little did he know, the rain wouldn't stop and that number would increase.
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Eric moseyed back to the school they were settled in for a few weeks now, a bag in hand. He chomped down on a Fruit Roll-Up on the way back, enjoying the taste. The smell in the air was familiar. It was the very beginning of a rain storm to come. The third one this week. He wasn't worried though. He was almost back to his'family' and would be safe inside the abandoned high school they called home.
Everyone knew the signes of a storm to come. The dark clouds rushed in fast, making the sky an ominous looking auburn. It was almost beautiful how the sky looked before a storm. Though, he knew the destruction to come was anything but. The rain would start light. The first few minutes of the storm wasn't harmful. He'd tested it out himself. But there was only a short amount of time between it and the poisonous rain and there was no difference in color or scent between the two. Once the rain started, it wasn't likely to stop for another hour or so. As long as your were undercover in a building, you were safe.
Starting up a hustle, Eric saw the school come into his vision. He kept up a jog worried the rain would start any minute. He felt the light drizzle on his skin and he knew he was running out of time. He started to sprint and slipped right through the double doors before shutting them, and taking a deep breath in the safety of the school. He needed to stop cutting it so close. One of these days he was going to actually be caught in it. He walked over to one of the classrooms where he found the rag-tag group of people he's been surviving with the past few months. Too many kids. He dropped the bag in the middle of the group, letting it thud on the ground.
"Spaghetti O's, clean water, and three boxes of Fruit Rolls-Ups." He said, walking away from the group and sitting down on top one of a table, still chewing on his Fruit Roll- Up. He watched as the kids grabbed at the box and started unwrapping and eating. They weren't yet starving and they had enough clean water for now, but a sweet treat like Fruit Roll-Ups was a luxury. They've been eating old cans of whatever they could find. They recently found an entire box of spam they've been rationing.
Eric laid down on the table and looked up at the ceiling of the classroom finishing up his Fruit Roll-Up and sucking the flavor off his fingers. He winced a little, the sweetness of the snack aching his tooth, knowing full well he had a cavity in that spot. He listened as the twin boys fought over the box and he rolled his eyes. Too many kids.
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