Furry Wasteland

[Daemon]

Micheal sat up. He had somehow passed out. Around him, he was still in front of the Hot Topic. When did I passout? he asked himself. he turned around, towards where the sun should be, but there was a small figure standing there. IT couldn't be... but it was. It was Micheal's sister, Angeline. He stood up, and the figure ran into the Hot Topic. He ran after her. The moment he stepped in, he saw her, and she blinked. He blinked too. Upon opening his eyes, he saw that the Hot Topic was busy. How was that possible? He blinked again. IT was rubble, no one was around. He blinked. People, again. He saw Angeline, standing behind one of the coat racks. 'What are you doing, Angeline?' He said out loud. She didn't even acknowledge his presence. She just kept on looking through into the next isle. He went around, and saw himself making out with his girlfriend, Marissa. 'For the last time, Micheal, I will not do that.' Marissa said. 'Please?' Other Micheal said. 'No.' Alright, fine. Well, should we go find...*ahem* Angelina.' Other Micheal turned to the coat rack, which giggled. 'Come outta there, runt.' He said, playfully. Angeline stepped out, a 9 year old fallen angel, dressed all in black. 'I love you both...' Other Micheal said. Micheal reached out to touch Angeline's face, and to touch Marissa's. They dissolved in a flash, leaving Micheal alone in the Hot Topic. He heard a footstep behind him. 'Well, well, well. Whatda we have here, Jjaricho?' a slow, masochistic voice said. 'What we 'ave 'ere, Gordon, is one 'o dem... soorviva's.' Another man said. Micheal turned around. 'What the hell do you want?' he asked. 'Simple. We're hungry.' Gordon said. The implications weren't hard to follow. Micheal drew his wakizashi. Jjaricho laughed. 'You think you can kill us wit dat pig-sticka?' Jjericho said. Micheal did nothing. 'Well, I got me right here a shotty...' said Gordon. Micheal was a flash. In one swipe, he decapitated Jjericho. Blood and gore splattered the floor. 'Wha-?' Gordon started, but never finished. He was stricken through the heart by the tip of the Wakizashi. He fell to the floor, breathing hoarsly and writhing. 'I cant let you die suffering.' Micheal said. With that, he ended the job, blood splattering the white of his fur.

[serpington]

the three lizards rode past what looked like it used to be a shop, just in time for max to see a fight end. "sis, pull over. he looks lke he might be useful." "you better be right. or i'll do to him what i did last time." "you said he fell!" "yes cos he could really fall over and go over a clif and guard rainling ten meters away without making a sound..." the bike slowly rolled over to the shop before stoping. "hay stranger! you hungry?"

[Daemon]

Micheal glanced up. Instantly, his hand went to his Beretta. 'Who are you? Are you one of the crazed?' He already knew the answer, the crazed dont ask things. He set his gun back into his holster. He looked at the 2 dead men on the ground. 'Sure.' he said. 'It's been a while since I last saw a survivor. What's your names?' He asked. 'I'm Micheal.'

[serpington]

"i'm max, this is ericca and this little runt is jethro." he said walking over and pointing the others out. he raised a had to be shaken while smiling. "he wont bite. she might suck!" jethro coped a boot to the head and fell over slightly laughing while ericca blushed "don't mind them, she hasn't seen a male that isn't related to her for years and he's just a pain. feel free to ignore them both. oh and theres food back at our base if your interested." he motioned a hand at the large bike and the empty spot just behind the driver.

[Daemon]

'Umm...' Micheal said. 'I have my stuff at my hideout, though.'

[serpington]

"which way is it, we can give you a lift, beats walking." ricca comented looking over at micheal. "you never gave us your name, so what might we call you?" "road kill, potential traitor, spy...." jethro coped another boot from ricca who smiled nevously "kids, don't you just wanna throw them off a cliff sometimes?" "like i did your last boyfriend?" "if you don't want to end up tied to a street light i recomend you shut your mouth before i shut it for you." she muttered hoping only jethro would hear.

[Haxor]

<Current Time: 1:20 PM>

Chris had stood, facing towards three cars infront of him, while Jack was facing the entrance into the building, shotgun in hand. Chris tapped Jack to turn around. "So, this one on the left has an engine, this one in the middle has transmission, this last one has brakes..... So yea, how we gonna do this?" Said Chris scratching his head. "Wanna o check through that back door? There's probably a garage." Replied Jack, pointing his light to a door behind the last car on the right. They both walked over slowly, guns still drawn. Chris opened the door quick, he and Jack quickly entered looking around, to surprisingly find a repair shop. The garage doors at the bottom of them, showed light glowing through. They both with excitement walked over to the chains to open the doors; the doors, along with the chains were rusted, so as quiet as they tired to be when opening the door, had failed. They ignored the loud clanks the door made, and started getting the doors open as quick as they could. 

[Srgntcuddles]

    Once out of the room Reno walked down a hallway leading passed a few other rooms. He reached an intersection leading off into three other ways. He went down the right corridor and into a room on the right side. Inside was a kitchen in which he hurriedly got out the makings for a sandwich and threw it together. He took a big bite and went for the cabinets, he grabbed out a stick of beef jerky and cheese along with a small bag of sunflower seeds. He pocketed them and went back for his sandwich taking another bite before getting a bottle of water from the fridge. He took his sandwich and water then left the room. Walking back to the intersection making another right.

    Further down the hallway he went into a room on the left, inside of it was what looked like a workshop. It had a few tables and counters with several tools and various other items strewn about. It was pretty cluttered and looked desperately in need of cleaning. He walked towards a table finishing his sandwich slapping his hands together to get the crumbs off. Reno took a drink of water as he scanned over the table, finding something he closed the water bottle and set it down. He then grabbed a knapsack from the table an walked to a counter nearby. He opened a drawer and grabbed out a roll of duct tape, stowing it in the sack. He also grabbed out a spool of fishing wire and threw it in as well. Closing the drawer he opened another and took out two makeshift bombs. He gently placed them in the sack. After that he grabbed a handful of smaller ones before closing the drawer. Placing those in the sack he grabbed his water and left the room.

[Daemon]

Micheal ran inside his home and grabbed his things. He stopped at the picture of him, Marissa, and Angeline. 'It's time to move on.' he said to himself. He ran back out to meet up with Max, Errica, and Jethro. HE was with real, non-crazy people. What if this was the dream? He would never find out, he said to himself.

[Mr.Mustard]

James had finally reached the shack he called home, the one he and Argyle had built together.
*This thing was his pride and joy...* he thought, searching inside for a shovel. He found one, and walked to a chipped peice of concrete, and began to work. He finished the shallow grave, and laid his old friend to rest.
"Rest in peice, old pal..." he said aloud, a single tear spilling from his eye.

[serpington]

max yawned waiting for micheal (i'm assuming you would have told them your name on the trip) to come back outside. he was sitting just behind the left front tire of the trianguld designed bike, jethro was on the right in the same position and ricca was sitting on the drivers seat waiting. they saw him walking out and max stood up ready to grab his bags. "looking forward to your big move?"

[Daemon]

'yeah. had to say good bye to someone first. I appreciate you're help.' Micheal glanced around. You guys ready too?' he asked as he loaded his bags in the back of the vehicle. He said 'It's okay, I've got my own bags.' he laughed out loud. He thought it'd be hard to communicate to another non-crazy if he ever met one. But it wasn't.

[serpington]

max jumped back into his side seat and looked bck at micheal calmly. "buckly up for sfety, this thing was build for speed not protection, and just watch out hor jethro, he can be kind of... twitchy..."

[Haxor]

((I will))

Jack heard a voice call out to him, he took cover behind the car he and his brother hid there supplies in. He peaked out only for a second to see a rifle pointed straight at him, he quickly ducked. "Hey calm down, I'm not your enemy!" Jack yelled, Chris had heard it, and only peaked outside the gaping whole from the car dealership. He noticed the rifle wielder; he went prone under some debris that still surrounded the entrance, and took aim with his pistol, just in case.

[Haxor]

Jack had noticed his brother, and with a hand told him to calm. Jack holstered his pistol, but his knife down the left sleeve. He noticed the other guy with no guns, Jack only raised his hands above the car, and stood slowly. "Okay, I'm cool if you are. Just, if you're gonna come towards me, do it slow as I also walk slow towards you."