The Downfall

[Setcho]

Name: setcho


Species: lion


Age: around 20


Feral, anthro: anthro


Sex: male


Height: 6'0


weight: light


Appearance: a dark brown mane, with blue eyes, a scar filled face. light brown fur, a long tail and is missing an ear.


Personality: Sharp, witty, strict, comforting, calm, negotiator.


Clothing: Basic military camo, bullet proof vest, gillie suit.


weapons: DMR, M1911, Huntsmans knife, hand grenades. [size=78%] [/size]

[The Past]

((About how long since the doomboom?))

[Farewell]

((About... Hmm a month or so so the radiations fresh.)
Zaida crouched seeing off things ahead. "Mutants... Disgusting..."

[Setcho]

-setcho

*worked his way through rubble and dust and reached a clearing, scanning it through his scope*

[Rayleonarde]

Ray shuffled uneasily, accidentally upsetting some of the loose rubble. It tumbled down, clicking and clanking about before resting against a trashcan, causing a somewhat loud thud. The young raccoon panicked, and dropped as low as possible, hoping he hadn't been seen.

[Setcho]

-setcho

*quickly turned his attention to the noise scoping it down*

company, first sign in a while of anything left alive or mutated 

[Farewell]

Zaida looks to the right seeing something hide. "Hmm survivor?"..." She began to crawl over her tail grabbing chains and putting him low. "Stay and watch my back fox"

[Chains]

"You know I have a name." I whisper as I follow her.

[The Past]

Geoffrey wandered the barren landscape on a road to who knows where. He didn't expect much at the end of it; he was too weak and dazed to really care. In his right hand was a long metal bar he used as a cane, which he occasionally swung about.

Why are you still here? he thought, Why are you still kicking?

You wanted to die months before.

Why are you still here?

[Setcho]

-setcho

*whistled out,  that sounded like a bird*

i wonder if they'll recognize the old call sign, if they dont then this might get messy

[Farewell]

"Well sorry that I'm busy and have no time for names" she says before heading a bird call. "Great another..."

[Setcho]

-setcho

*scanned the are once again with his rifle scope*

[Chains]

"another survivor?" I ask hearing the bird call.

[Farewell]

Zaida out of sight listened but heard barely any noise. "Yup, take the right just in case we got to ambush"

[The Past]

The metal rod clinked against the pavement as Geoff continued onward into the city of rubble.

You tried to die on the streets...
        ...Yet you're fighting to live now...
...while the world is in ruin.
                                        Why the urge to survive now, Geoffrey?
                            There is nothing left here.
                                                     You have no place here.
                                You're too stupid to survive here.
                                           
You should have let yourself die before the end...
                     ... Yet you lived to see it...
     And even afterward, you continue to walk.
             Why are you still walking?
                                                               Why are you still here?


"Idiot!"
Geoff growled as he wielded the metal rod with both hands and swung it at a broken street lamp. *CLANG!*
He continued to swing the rod at it.
"**censor**'--idiot--why--are you--alive?!"

He dropped the rod, panting and gripping at his stinging burned arm, and eased his shivering body to the ground.