Apocalyptic Beginning

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Apocalyptic Beginning

Post by CrashJr » Mon Nov 11, 2019 2:06 am

January 9, 2020
Atlanta, GA
2:18 pm

The packed streets of Midtown were all that could be seen as horns blared and curses were shouted. "MOVE FORWARD...COME ON YOU ASSHOLE YOU HAVE 20 FEET BETWEEN YOU AND THE NEXT DAMN CAR" a near 30 year old looking man shouted at the window while looking at the SUV in front of him. He was already late to work as it was and this traffic jam only made it worse. Honestly he knew he should just relax as it wasn't like his was late often, this would maybe be the first time in almost 4 years.

That thought stuck to him for a moment and he seemed to relax a bit and just turn on the radio to drowned out the noise around him. He began to think about his nearly 10 years working as a security guard at the same place, day in and day out. The pay had always been good, at least it paid him enough to buy liquor and get a hotel room for him to hook up if he met someone at the club, but still the fact that he'd been working the same meaningless job for 10 years bugged him and recently he'd been thinking of making a change.

Outside the car gun shots and a scream could just barely be heard from were he sat. Some with better hearing stepped from their cars in attempts to get a better look at what was happening ahead, but a lot got back in their cars as the bitter cold wind blew. A man grabbing his arm began to run down the line of car, he looked back a few times but showed no sign of stopping.

Jack sat in his car thinking about what he would do next with his life, when he noticed the man. Normally he'd attempt to help, but at the sight of blood pouring from the hand he gripped his arm with he thought better and just locked his car in case this guy thought he was a cop and wanted help. Thankfully the man ran past without a second glance. Maybe this was a sign, Jack thought, but just shook his head and turned the radio to a local country music station.

Soon traffic seemed to begin to thin and Jack was able to finally make it to work, almost an hour late. He signed in sat through the chewing out from his boss and went to his post monitoring the camera's for the Office building that he worked for.


Across town the man in the blood stained green jacket panted heavily as he ducked into an alleyway. His face pale from the lose of blood and he shivered from the cold. As he stumbled down the alley he caught sight of a few people standing around a burning trash can. The people seemed to laughing and joking about something, but the man only focused on what they passed around. The bottle of whiskey. He could pour it on the wound and then get help, but as he neared them his vision blurred and he fell to the cold ground taking his last living breath.

The homeless people nearby had heard the thudding of the man and saw him laying on the ground, one decided to run and flag down a cop while the other's stayed. As the small group huddled around the dead man his eyes opened to show pale milky eyes. The once living breathing man had now become something else unexplained and it began to attack and bite each person. Soon the group would wonder from the alleyway and chaos would begin.

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Re: Apocalyptic Beginning

Post by Apophis » Wed Nov 13, 2019 3:05 am

The nozzle jumped, a pair of blood red eyes moving to the sound of the noise, then back to the pump. $43 for a little over 13 gallons. The owner, who couldn't be much older than the car, replaced the gas cap and entered the station.
The cashier looked up as the customer entered the store, white three piece suit, a normal skin tone with light silver hair, and blood red eyes behind a pair of frameless glasses. He reached into his pocket, retrieving his black wallet. He placed a Grant and his ID on the counter, "Pump 1 and a pack of Lucky Strikes." he said, with a British accent.
James grabbed the pack off the counter, leaving before the cashier had a chance to give the man his change.
James stepped into the right front seat of the white 190E, and turned the key, keeping his eye on a gauge on the dashboard, which rose and stayed around the .5bar mark. James put the car into gear and left the station. Next stop, Center of Disease Control.
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Re: Apocalyptic Beginning

Post by EyesOfIce » Wed Nov 13, 2019 6:45 pm

Diana lightly tapped her fingers on her desk and had the end of her pen pressed against her lips. She sighed softly before flipping the page in front of her back over and scratching a grade down on the essay. She glanced at the clock on her wall and nodded, her planning period was almost up and her next class would be coming in soon. She loved teaching and her class was at her favorite parts in the year where they would take a work by Shakespeare -Romeo & Juliet, Julius Caesar, or Hamlet- and students in the class would get to read parts. Her second favorite part of the year would be analyzing poetry. The only reason this came second was because of the disdain her students had for poetry, which in turn made the subject sour for her due to all of their complaints about how terrible it was.

Ms. Thompson moved the essay in front of her in to a second pile of already graded papers, and then pushed off of her desk and rose slowly. After a moment of stretching, she moved to the front of her classroom and woke her computer up by wiggling the mouse. She pulled up her work email and began to idly scroll through. Nothing new. She knew she would be seeing her youngest daughter soon since Brielynn’s English period was not until the end of the day. After school was over they would fall in to their normal routine where Brielynn would stop by her mother’s classroom before walking down to the middle school in order to get Peter, and then Brielynn and Peter would come back to the school and wait for their mom to finish whatever she was doing and then Diana would drive them all home.


Morgan let out a huff and pulled her jacket tighter around her waist. She gripped the base of the strap on her camera bag and brushed a piece of hair that came free from her loose ponytail behind her ear. She was working on a piece about the homeless and how poorly they are treated, which is why she found herself in the downtown streets of Atlanta. She leaned back against the brick wall behind her and slowly moved her gaze from one end of her eyesight to the other, before opening the bag hanging off of her hip and pulling out her camera. She then squatted down and began to snap pictures of a beggars sign that was smudged and that had footprints all over it. Then she pulled out a small notepad and fine tipped pen and began to scratch down some notes. Maybe today she would be able to find a group and get a picture of them. She so desperately wanted to capture the hardship and poor treatment that these people had to suffer through in a photo, because while not everyone would choose to read the article, a picture could say a million things and be spread around faster than a wildfire.

Morgan remained low to the ground for a few more moments before a man knocked in to her, forcing her to fall forward on to her hands and knees and he didn’t even stop to ask if she was okay, he just kept on moving. “Bastard.” Morgan muttered through gritted teeth as she stood up and brushed off her hands and knees, and then tucked her notepad and pen back in to her side bag. She flipped the hood of her jacket back up, shoved her fists in to the pockets, and then proceeded to slowly walk. Maybe she would grab something to eat, she hadn’t had anything since the night before anyway.
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Re: Apocalyptic Beginning

Post by Omen » Wed Nov 13, 2019 11:37 pm

Starley was never late, which is why she didn't mind the traffic as she had gotten up thirty minutes before she needed to just to make sure she got an early start before the hoards of cars bombarded the highway. She sat drinking her tea, her fingers tapping on the steering wheel of her pastel green Prius, while she listened to some random pop song she didn't recognize play on the radio. It wasn't until she noticed the same scene Jack had witnessed, that she immediately locked her doors, afraid that the man would attempt to get into it or even speak to her. She felt bad, but she didn't want to invite some homeless man into her vehicle. She had work, not to mention she wasn't that nice. The girl enjoyed volunteering and even donating to help the homeless, but she wasn't about to go far and beyond like giving one a ride. He didn't look homeless though. Just.. odd.

As he passed, Star breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the whole incident behind her. The traffic soon began to move, and she was able to get off at her exit and get to work safely. The morning was pretty basic, and soon it was lunchtime.

Starley sat at one of the tables in the breakroom, poking at her salad. She was bored and more than a little tired. She watched the television that was mounted up on the wall without really paying attention to what was going on. Her eyes practically glazed over before she shook herself out of it. Reaching for the remote, she changed the channel to the news, wondering if the weather would be good later that afternoon so she could do some jogging.
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Re: Apocalyptic Beginning

Post by Reznik » Sun Nov 17, 2019 2:43 pm

Of all the times for traffic to be built up! Alex let out a slew of profanity as their Chevy Suburban came to a creeping halt on the interstate. It was probably a good thing Alex wasn’t driving otherwise he’d be tempted to play demolition derby.

It had been over a month since he had seen his daughter Katrina, and it wasn’t an issue that he was the cause of. The girls mother did everything she could to keep his daughter from him for as long as possible. Hell even this visit wouldn’t have happened had it not been for his father, Marcus. The man sat cool and collected in the driver seat, quietly listening to his 80’s rock music on the radio that he normally worked out to. Despite the man being in his sixties, Marcus was in better shape than even Alex was. It was an example to him that anything was possible through hard work.

“Son you gotta learn that your ex does this simply because it pisses you off. It gets to you and she knows it.” His voice was deep and baritone, but soft spoken at the same time. Alex simply shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest, “Pops it’s my daughter, wouldn’t you be pissed if mom did this to you?”

Marcus glanced at his son out of the corner of his eye, his eyebrow raised slightly, “Your mother was a good woman so there’s no comparison there. But I can see where you might be right, still, there’s no use in getting yourself all riled up. It’ll only spoil your time with Katty. Besides, grandpa gets first hug.” He grinned a bit. Katty was the name only he was allowed to use with Katrina. One time Alex tried to call her by that name and it ended badly. Marcus got that special privilege and he was damn sure gonna keep that.

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