Realistic or Modern The Point of No Return (IC)

[StorytellerLathos]

The blistering sun rose over California, the small community of Old Station prepared for scavenging, farming, and any disasters that may come their way today. The dead layed on the destroyed streets of the town, the little livestock these people had were starved and thirsty, and the leaders of the community feared the worst. A bell rang signaling the people to come to the town's center for an announcement.

One of the leaders cleared and walked to the center of the crowd, he looked to the people with tears in his eyes, saying in a voice drained of any hope "Folks... I'm sorry to say that we can't... we can't go on... There's no future, we might as well be digging our own graves."

The crowd instantly turned silent, a few grew angry, a few hoped to leave, others felt they really should have made their graves a long time ago. Suddenly another leader ran up to crowd suddenly yelling, "Our messenger has returned with amazing news! There is hope to the south in Las Vagas, it may take a while but if we can send a few people there, we might just be able to get enough resources to keep our small population afloat for a few more years!" Faces lit up, for the first time in a while hope shined in the community, however many wondered who would undertake the task.

The leader who had given the news continued saying, "Any who believe they are ready for this journey may come meet with me in the town hall."

 

[LoneSniper87]

( Lalaland throwing you into the fire first)

Anastazia sat on one of the cots in the white tent that led to the small building where sick were treated. She wasn't allowed inside as cold air was how a commodity, and saved for those who could substantially pay for it or for the sick and in thoses in the throes of a fever. She didn't mind too much, the heat was a sometimes pleasant change from the cold that was her homeland. Her left arm was for once uncovered so that the doctor could examine it. It was hopefully getting stronger, she wanted to go back out and be more helpful than just stand guard so badly.

 

[Lalaland]

( LoneSniper87 I don't mind playing with the flames )

Abigail had become somewhat of a burn treatment specialist. With nobody really left to stop or reduce global warming, fires had become more frequent in Cali, and there were lots of people out there who still weren't careful enough despite the regular warnings from the community leadership. Somebody wasn't doing their job right, but it wasn't her, who was currently attending patient to patient in the sub tent.

Spotting a familiar face, she gave Anastazia a mild smile as she approached the cot the woman was sitting on. She'd been coming in for regular treatment ever since flames had badly marked her left arm and had caused some major impairment. The injury was slowly, very slowly, healing, but hadn't come to the point yet where the woman could resume active outside duty. And Abigail reminded her every time anew.

"How are we doing today?" the doctor asked once she arrived at the cot. Her hair was tied into a ponytail and she wore her signature dark blue coat (she had decided white was out of style for doctors). Abigail opened the little notebook she kept for long-term or recurring patients, readying her pen.

 

[LoneSniper87]

(thanks, let's not let this die just yet. Lalaland )

"Afternoon Doc." She greeted, smiling up at her. "It's been the same, I can still sorta move my hand, but can't get a tight grip on anything." She informed her, showing her the loose fist of her left arm. "I feel like I should be fine to go outside..." She protested. "Being couped up here is making me crazy, in this settlement..." She said, but only half kidding on the last part.

"When do you think I will actually be considered ok to go outside?" She asked, rubbing her shoulder, letting the sleeve of her shirt slide down and stop at her elbow. She looked down, unsure of what to say next. "Have I ever told you about Poland?" She asked out of the blue, trying to get her mind off things.

 

[Nefelibata726]

Louis stood next to his older brother, his once bleach blonde hair caked with grease and dirt. The younger man's shirt clung to his body from sweat, and his arms were covered in cuts and filth. The boy had grown skinny from the lack of food, and his rumbling stomach could be heard by Rhet. The feeling of hunger seemed to gnaw at his mind, his grey eyes looking up at his brother. "Rhet...When will our next meal be...?" Louis asked hesitantly, looking up at the man.The older man looked down at his brother, a frown painting his face as he placed his hand on his brother's shoulder. "I don't know kid...Don't think about your hunger, it'll just make you feel worse," the man told him, meeting his brother's gaze.

Rhet turned his attention to the leaders, his hard eyes watching the men as they spoke. "No future? So they're giving up," Rhet snapped, anger flashing in his eyes before he turned his attention to the other leader that approached. Rhet listened closely, his narrowed eyes watching the group of men. Hope grew up Louis' eyes as he heard the man. Years... they could survive for a few more years...

Rhet looked at his little brother, squeezing his shoulder softly. "Louis...We should go. We may even get food before the journey there... What do you say?" Rhet asked, looking down at Louis with a softer gaze. Louis glanced at the men before back at his brother, his hand moving toward his stomach. "W-we should go..." Louis said softly, and with that, the two British young men ventured to Town Hall.

 

[Lalaland]

Abby listened intensively, jotting down the gist of what her patient was saying. The situation hadn't changed much since the last appointment, and to be honest, the doctor didn't know if Anastazia would ever regain full control of her left arm. That fire had damaged and destroyed quite a few layers beneath her skin, with the existing possibility of permanent nerve damage.

"To be honest, I don't know," Abby answered gravely, shoulders tense with frustration at not being able to help much. "The sweat glands of your left arm were destroyed, meaning you're much more sensitive to the hot temperatures than the average person. Also, any work that strains your body could lead to a heat stroke and you could die." She spoke in a straight-forward manner, without withholding the empathy in her tone and dark brown eyes. Abby pocketed her notebook and opened a drawer next to the cot, fishing out a small needle.

"May I test the scars for sensitivity? You can tell me about Poland in the meanwhile," she reassured with a small smile.

 

[LoneSniper87]

Ana nodded. It was the same conversation every few weeks, and it always ended the same way. She remembered her of how people defined insanity. Perhaps she was going mad, after all. "Sure thing, Doc. Anything for you to help me out." She said, pushing the sleeve back up, this time rolling the sleeve so it stayed. She looked away from the needle, so that she knew anything she felt was genuine, and for the fact she still held that slight dislike for needles, it couldn't be called a fear.

"Poland, from my memory, was such a beautiful place to go. Green plains, castles... It had such a quaint feeling to it, even in places like Warsaw. The winter was always so beautiful, it never got to the point of being snowed in, where I lived, and I loved it. We use to build forts and snowmen, run around as knights... Before we moved here." She trailed off, now thinking on what her life is now. "Perhaps if we ever get the chance to leave, we can and find a way to get there... You seem like the type to appreciate it." She said to her.

Lalaland

 

[ameuSHhen1Tn2ba]

Isra felt as though she was on fire. The heat of the sun was cascading over the crowd like a hot blanket. Her sun burned face and shoulders were red and blistered. Her grey tan shirt had a jagged edge and wholes covered the lower half. She wore army green cargo pants that she had tied a rope around because they were two sizes too big. Isra had her city hair tied into a fight bun on her head. Other wise her hair was unbearably hot on her sweaty neck. She has threatened to take a razor to her head once or twice. Although her disheveled appearance was not her main concern.

The woman was fatigued. Her energy had yet to return even after spending ten days here, and four were spent sleeping in the infirmary. The sun poisoning and dehydration almost killed her. Traveling miles from the prison to make it to some civilization had taken most of what she had. Was it really all that worth it? The "civilization" was on its deathbed. She would have been better to just kept going on her own. But Isra powered through.

Now the question was whether or not she should help. It seemed like a good idea and all, but was there enough supplies to cover a journey of that size? Would they even make it back? It seemed impossible. But if she was going to die anyways, might as well make it interesting. She heard two boys make a similar decision as her nearby. She jogged up beside them. "Mind if I tag along?" She asked with a slight smile.

( Nefelibata726 )

 

[Nefelibata726]

Rhet stopped when a soft voice appeared beside them, his cold glare looking at the woman. He opened his mouth to reject her offer before Louis spoke up. "Sure! We don't mind at all," Louis said with a bright smile, his accent thick as he looked at the female. "Louis. She's not tagging along with us," Rhet said, beginning to walk again. Louis rolled his eyes, looking at Isra. "Ignore him, come on," Louis said, smiling at her and grabbing her hand, following after his older brother. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, staring at his brothers back as they walked.

"I'm Louis. Thats my brother, Rhet. Don't pay any attention to him, he's always sour," Louis said, laughing a little as his gray eyes looked at the woman. "Whats your name?" he asked, trying to see the best in this bad situation. May as well make friends, right? His brother had a different view though. The world was coming to an end, everyone was dying, it was everyone for themselves. There was no time to be building relationships with people who were going to die anyway. Only Louis knew his brother's thoughts though.

A ameuSHhen1Tn2ba

 

[Bill Nein]

Frederik​

Frederik is muttering to himself in german. Before hearing the last part of the leaders speech. He speaks to himself in german
"Sieht so aus, als hätten sie einen Freiwilligen gefunden. mich."
He smiles to himself before he runs his hair through his black,Greasy hair. Back before shit hit the fan, he was part fo the German armed forces. His hair was at a cropped buzz cut. Now it's long, shoulder length, and free flowing. He plans to cut it off so it doesn't get in the way. Frederik looks at the "survivors" if surviving could be said about the state of living. He looks at a destitute child. It seems this one has lost his parents. Eventually the big German man makes it to town hall. In a somewhat thick German accent he asks someone in the building. He awaits for the leader, eager for a change in scenery

 

[StorytellerLathos]

Town Leader
The leader was quick to respond to Frederik, excited that volunteers were already coming in, "So you have chosen to help our community by heading to Vegas, remember this won't be a pleasant hike through a meadow, the harsh sun will constantly be beating on you and supplies will be scarce on the road there. However if you feel that you can brave these obstacles then go to the General Store." The leader reached into his pocket and took out a card, it had a man with a baseball bat and the name "Adrian Beltre" on it. "Take this card and give it to the man running the store, he should supply you with the needed equipment, I would suggest you wait for a few more volunteers to come before you leave the town."