the only living boy in new york (open)

[cordillageddon]

Adam is finally out of his room. Not because he really wants to be social or anything, more just because he'd been starting to feel claustrophobic.

He's shivering in his thin nylon jacket, as he hasn't been able to loot find anything warmer, sitting on a bench and trying in vain to connect to the internet

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[apocryphal_mind]

And here's Walter Mark in his large black coat, ready to be helpful. "I don't think you're going to have any luck with that."

He's got his hands in his pockets and he looks remarkably cheerful, considering the entire situation. His tone softens as he asks curiously, "Have you been able to connect at all since the superflu hit? I just know I haven't been able to reach anything on my cell for the past few days..."

[cordillageddon]

Adam looks up, ready to argue. "I was able to access a little bit early on. I still have ways of getting a signal."

Although he has to admit that none of them are at all likely to work now.

"But...not for the past couple of days, no." Sigh. Damn Walter for making him be practical.

[apocryphal_mind]

"How were you getting on, before? Satellite link or something? Or maybe you were just in a better area." He sighs, just a little overdramatically. "This really is the middle of nowhere. Feels more isolated than it should, I think. Wish I'd stayed in New York."

He seems to remember something, and offers a hand for shaking. "Terribly sorry. I'm Mark Barish, good to meet you. If you've got any advice for connecting to things, I'd sure appreciate hearing it. I'd like to think there's something left to connect to..."

[cordillageddon]

"Yeah, this place sucks," Adam mutters distractedly, quitting out of his attempts to connect. "But New York's gone completely to shit, from what I've heard."

He warily shakes 'Mark's' hand, unused to people being so friendly. But hey, it's the apocalypse. Things like the vast majority of the world's population getting killed off are supposed to bring people together, right?

"Adam Kaufman. I'll, um, let you know if I figure anything out, but it's probably going to take a lot of messing around with the wiring around here. By the time I can get anything running, it might not even be worth it."

For shame, Adam. The internet is ALWAYS worth it.

[apocryphal_mind]

He nods, giving Adam a firm handshake that lasts a little too long. He sticks his hands back in his pockets afterwards.

"You think maybe there won't be anything to find? Oh, what did you hear about New York? Were there riots or...something? I got here a week before the flu hit- I didn't hear what happened to anyplace but here." It was boring here.

[cordillageddon]

"Riots, yeah. In a lot of major cities, but New York and DC were probably the worst. We'd probably be dead if we were there."

Adam eyes him, still wary, but talking computers is harmless and relaxing and he sees no reason to stop.

"I'm thinking any information that'll be there once we can connect will be out of date, and anyone we could try to communicate with will be dead. There'll be nothing but old archived information, and that'll eventually start getting disconnected with nobody around to maintain it."

[apocryphal_mind]

"Yeah, I suppose," he says, sighing. "But that's still better than nothing, right? Maybe we could grab something off of it, I don't know. I guess I'm just hoping we might find someone- probably more likely than the defunct cell networks..."

He stares out at the town, looking thoughtful. "I have to believe that there's more of us out there. Obviously, if there were riots, there are. But I can't believe that everyone else is dead. Someone has to be trying the same things we are." He shrugs and pushes his hair back away from his eyes.