Realistic or Modern Survival Doll

[MotionlessLover]

He sighed and walked over to the tarp. "Again, not my type. Don't flatter yourself." He moved the plastic aside and lowered glad his body down the hole. "Well come on, Princess."


He climbed the rest of the way down and walked towards the very back, where the storage was. It was where he kept most of his supplies. Everything from his weapons to his food was here.


Scott grabbed an extra sleeping bag and morioned to the food. "Grab some water and whatever you wanna eat."


He walked back into the main part of the store and motioned to the bed, which was just a mattress on the floor behind the counter. "You can take the bed. Just let me grab something real quick..." He reached under the single pillow and pulled out a hunting knife. "You cant have this..." He then walked a few paces from the bed and lay down the sleeping bag.


"Surprisingly, it fit back here," he said, motioning to the bed. "It's a queen. The king wouldn't fit... The blanket is folded in that second cabinet."

 

[Willow Blackthorn]

Willow sat in her home with her son asleep. She hadn't left the house since the survivors had taken them in, almost a year ago. She had been walking for days on end, carrying a baby in a back pack up front, and a measly supply of food and water. Luckily the baby ate small portions and she herself was used to not eating much. Her husband had left her and their son to find a place that wasn't marred by the green sky. She missed the blue sky and the bright sunlight. She missed sitting outside with her family on the soft grass. She went to the door and opened it up into the small community that had been her home for a year. She sighed. Is he okay out there? Is he dead? She thought to herself. She heard her son stir, and went to stand in the doorway to his small room. He looked so much like his father. She picked him up and walked outside, it was the same kid of day it always was. She walked around outside, passing people and nodding as they acknowledged her or faking a smile here and there. Her son was happy just going outside. He giggled and pointed and laughed as things caught his eye.

 

[Meek]

Park extends a hand down to his younger sister, Phoebe. She accepts it, ignoring how rough and dry his palm is. He helps haul her up and out of the wrecked apartment building. The back wall had crumbled to pieces in the midst of the chaos. A few survivors had helped barricade the hole with couches, beds, and dressers. Park and Phoebe had just spent the last hour pulling it down.

Their group of originally ten had slowly dwindled, as people grew hungry, sick, or even mad. One by one, sometimes two, they left or died. Only the siblings were left. Parker had refused to leave until absolutely necessary. And with only a gallon of water and a few cans of beans left, it seemed necessary. Others had talked of leaving in search of others who might be better off. None of them returned with help.

“Where are we going?” Phoebe asks as she looks around the destroyed city.

“That way.” Park points to their right, a little further into the ruins, as if that were a detailed explanation.

As they walk, they’re silent. Not sure what dangers they could be walking into, stealth would have to be their friend. Phoebe doesn't ask him questions, because he most likely wont answer. Ever since the disaster, he'd been more distant towards her. Before, he'd been her best and only real friend.

The two move quickly against buildings, listening for signs of life. So far, none. The plan was to find a new place to stay where getting out didn't use up what energy you had left. Then they'd go out looking for food and water. Most of the stores they passed looked completely cleaned out, though. Some were boarded up, but no noise could be heard from inside. Was everyone truly dead?​

 

[Fus ro dah]

WIP while being reconnected

 

[Kittiesushi]

James stepped out of the RV, scanning the ruins for any movement. Ariana stepped out beside him, cautious.


"James?"


"Hmm?"


"Do you see anything?"


"Not yet..." he squinted his eyes, finally noticing a couple of people. "There!" he said, pointing towards them. He turned towards Ariana. "Stay inside. If I don't come back in an hour, take the Colt and find me." he said to her. She nodded, walking back into the RV.


James walked off towards the two people, an ASP in his hand. "Hey!" he called to them. "What are you doing out here?" they looked like siblings, a man and a woman, the woman covered in tattoos.