Contamination

[Nishjin]

"Holy shit, yes!" Nishjin takes an apple out of the bag and takes a bite, and says through a mouthful of apple, "I can't imagine it would be hard to find fruit nowadays, since nature wasn't affected very much by the nukes. I came across a field of corn once, and I ate good for weeks!"

[The Past]

Geoff chomped on his apple with a satisfied hum.
"Mmh... That's good. Thought I was screwed when I ran out of rations."
The bear peered in concern both ways down the street. "Err... Do you think there's any threats around? Any shelter?"

[David Le Fox]

"Well, I may have left my adoptive family but they'll still give me supplies if I happen to come across their camp, infact for bandits they are really nice people, but speaking of bandits, should we be flaunting our supplies around like this? Let's go inside" *Before waiting for an answer Connor walks inside the apartment building*

[Winter98]

Prophet had quietly begun to slip away, but paused back when food was initially mentioned. Sure, he hated taking help but.. He'd be stupid to not try and team with these people. He decided he would follow Connor; for now anyway. "How long did you say you've been here?"

[David Le Fox]

"Uhh, anyone know what today is? I would like to say three weeks but ya know, you stop counting after a while"

[Nishjin]

Replying to Geoff's question, Nishjin says, "Threats? Nobody in their right minds is going to attack a group this big, unless they have a deathwish. I'd rather not go inside though, since we'll be sitting ducks if somebody gets a funny idea."

[David Le Fox]

*Connor leans on the door frame* "Deathwish? We aren't that big compared to the more organized bandit's raiding parties and we won't just be sitting ducks, we'll be hidden sitting ducks"

[Winter98]

"Not to mention.. More cover means higher life expectancy.. Trust me. As a sniper, it's easier to pick off targets in the open. So.. Do what you will, but its wise to stay inside as much as possible."

[David Le Fox]

"Well I vote to not be in a position where anyone with a rifle in a 200 yard radius can blow my head off, besides, you can get a pretty good view from my room and with a sniper in our party that advantage is really useful"

[Razuel]

Razuel crawled out of the rubble of his former lab, stumbling from side to side as he hadn't gotten used to his body yet, "Ugh, what the hell happen-... Oh... Oh shit!", Raz then looked down at his body and fell over at touched it all over, "What? What?! What the hell happened to me!?", Raz continued walking the best he could through the city streets until he became tired and crawled into an alleyway and laid down, making sad noises, crying as he had retained something of his old form, the ability to weep tears, "Why... why... why...", Raz just kept repeating  'why' over and over again as he had no idea of what to do, his family was probably all dead, his house is probably in shambles, the roof most likely caved in. What was he going to do...

[sha-draw]

Something shifted in the shadows of the alleyway razuel had traveled down. It appeared to be a large figure, and spoke in a soft tone that resembled a whisper. "Who goes there?" It was not forceful, but two glowing eyes appeared at the far end and slowly began to advance towards razuel.

[Razuel]

Raz raised his head to the voice, his chest stone  dimly lighting up the alleyway and Raz saw the smaller dragon, "Please don't hurt me... I just need to rest... I haven't gotten used to this body and I've been walking all day.", Raz said in a concerned tone whilst keeping his eyes on the other dragon

[Farewell]

Zaida gave a heavy sighed as she stared emotionless at the sky for a moment admiring it's beauty, another day to live. It was now silent, only the birds were chirping as the trees danced to the gentle breeze.
She continued to drag on groggily often stumbling around the sidewalk, leaving the body and baseball bat behind. A constant ringing in her ears from the hard hit to her head. She took a bottle of water and lifted her mask slightly allowing her to drink the warm water.
She pushed herself forward, gripping the blood stained blade in her hand. Eventually coming to a stop near an overgrown planter. She laid back in the corner, her head leaned back against the wall.

[sha-draw]

He looked wary of razuel, and had an attack ready stance. "How do I know you're telling the truth? I've had nightmares knock at my door, talking about their families... You could just be another one." His tail flicked back and forth, almost imitating his eyes as he was clearly thinking hard.

[Nishjin]

'Our party..? These guys are getting a bit friendly for my taste.'
Sighing, Nishjin shakes his head. "You guys do as you like, I'll be at the gas station down there if you need me for... Whatever reason."
He starts walking towards the Seven-Twelve, confident that nobody was going to try and assassinate him. After all, these people didn't seem too bad, and what was the chance of anyone else being around?