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Post-apocalyptic setting

Jul 11, 2009 22:59

Your character's world has ended and purgatory awaits them, a wasteland full of ruined buildings. The surrounding desert constantly wears down the buildings with a neverending wind. There aren't any monsters to worry about, no zombies or demons, but your characters are haunted by the ghosts of people they once knew and there's only one escape from ( Read more... )

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allroadslead July 12 2009, 05:05:29 UTC

There were two beds (mattresses) in the rundown, used-to-be...apartment. He thought it was an apartment; it looked like one, but it was kinda hard to tell these days and Sam didn't have the inclination to bother thinking about it too much anymore. Dean wasn't sleeping in the one next to his, though. Even in the near pitch-black darkness, he could see a faint shadow a few feet away.

It'd weirded him out the first few times he'd woken to Dean standing by the entrance like that, but he'd gotten used to it. There were worst things he hadn't gotten used to yet, like seeing Jess pinned to the ceiling every time he opened his eyes. Half the time, he wasn't sure if Dean wasn't just some spectral image, too. But Jess never spoke and Dean did. That, and Dean wasn't right. Everything about this was wrong, and Sam figured that had to mean it was real ( ... )

theroadsofar July 12 2009, 06:03:06 UTC

Dean didn't need to sleep anymore. Not after the experiments, when he'd been somehow dragged back to his own corpse and they'd run those tests, somehow taken his damned soul and made him a little personal Hell on earth.

It was like being paralyzed, trapped within his own body, feeling his blood spilling from still fresh wounds. Felt it stop. Felt his body start to stiffen on him. Dean should be dead, after being torn apart like that when his time ran out...only he couldn't even remember his last couple of hours (days?), only suddenly looking up at a blinding light, hearing voices. Human voices? Demons, come to get a piece of Dean Winchester since he was the only game in town now that Dad booked it? All he knew was they cut into him when he was already dead, kept going and the next day, they'd start over, and over, and Dean would've screamed if he could just control his body. It should've been impossible, but every night, when they left him strapped to that table, shut off the lights on him, Dean clung to anything to keep him focused ( ... )

theroadsofar July 12 2009, 06:03:40 UTC

Now he turned to watch Sammy. For a second, his eyes were pitch black before they vanished, like an unholy second set of eyelids, his own dead body's eyes focused on his little brother ( ... )

allroadslead July 12 2009, 07:38:00 UTC

"Yeah, I'll bet." Not enough energy to come up with anything more intelligent than that.

Sam reached for the flimsy plastic water bottle (half full, but better than nothing) inside the duffel. One of those disposal ones that everyone always ran out to buy cases upon cases of when any news of the world ending filtered out, except he didn't think there was any news this time. Not for them, anyway. One day he just woke up, stuck in the same old institute, with Ruby instead of Dean; Dean was gone by then and Sam hadn't expected him to be back, hadn't really wanted it, anyway. Every time Dean came back from the dead, it was like the world was asking, here, let's see how long you can keep him alive this timeSo Dean wasn't there and he woke up and everything was falling down. And that was it. Then there was this, a broken world populated with ninety percent corpses, ten percent ragtag survivors. If you could call them that. Might as well be ghosts, same as the ones following everyone. He didn't know what they were; they didn't hurt anyone ( ... )

allroadslead July 12 2009, 07:40:12 UTC

That and. He had to admit, if not for Dean-if not for Dean being the way he was, Sam wasn't sure what he'd have done during those few weeks Ruby wasn't here, Ruby and her blood. Left it, probably, if he had no choice, but there was...he needed his abilities. With the world gone to hell, he needed whatever he could use, and if Dean was the way to get it, he wasn't-what else was there?

He glanced out the makeshift window, slates of wood nailed over a small square opening. Daylight was filtering through, but it wasn't really bright. The sun didn't come up the same anymore. Even during the day, it was all dim and hazy.

"You found a way to go?" He already knew the answer. Dean always found a way. Came back sometimes with injuries no living person could've survived, but that wasn't a problem for Dean anymore. Somehow, his brother avoided messing up his face in any irreparable way. Not a surprise; demon or not, Dean was, in some ways, still DeanHe pointedly ignored the comment about Jessica. It was something he didn't like to talk about, ( ... )

Still in RUINED APARTMENT BUILDING with Sam theroadsofar July 12 2009, 08:17:55 UTC

Watching Sam drink should've made him feel jealous...but it didn't, 'cause he'd remember how much of a pain in the ass it'd been to keep his own body running day to day and now that he was literally out of gas (tank was way, way past the E), and sometimes - he wouldn't tell Sammy this - sometimes he'd look back on what he used to be and there'd be this feeling of disgust.

"There's a Walmart down the street, few blocks away on Willow," Dean said, eyes only on Sam. He used to be the first thing he'd pick out in a room, and now, 'cause of all of this, he always would be. "Most of it's been picked over, but way I figure it, we can find you some supplies over there through Receiving: part of it's collapsed, though, probably why the others before us didn't get in that far. Shouldn't be a problem for us."

Dean crossed his arms over his chest. The white shirt was smudged with dirt and his own blood; it was mostly there to just cover up the big lines of plastic stitches criss-crossing his whole torso from when they sewed him up after his ( ... )

Re: Still in RUINED APARTMENT BUILDING with Sam allroadslead July 12 2009, 22:38:47 UTC

Wal-Mart. Of course Wal-Mart would survive the apocalypse. If Dean had managed to dig his way through a collapsed section, there would probably be something to score. Water, hopefully, and food. Ammunition and weapons were third on the list. After that, it didn't matter. Clothes. They could raid clothing off of people, but something that hadn't been sitting on a corpse was preferable ( ... )

OUTSIDE: WILLOW ST, nearing WALMART RUINS theroadsofar July 13 2009, 00:41:01 UTC

"I'll go look for one after this," floated over Dean's shoulder to his brother. He didn't bring up that car; he remembered his brother, mostly, and sometimes he got a glimpse of a big black car that made him feel...well, something that seemed suspiciously like love, pride, only he knew a hunk of metal hadn't been there to save him when Doomsday hit. Dean had the vague feeling he was supposed to bring up the black car, that every time he didn't, Sam was quietly disappointed, even if he didn't say anything to him about it. His brother was right though about needing a car: being stuck in a big city was great and all for hopping from ruined building to another, but sooner or later they'd run out of city and have to hit the open road so they could keep moving in order to put more distance between them and the spirits. Sam couldn't be expected to walk thousands of miles (or however it far it took to get him away from them) without dropping ( ... )

WALMART RUINS allroadslead July 13 2009, 05:48:24 UTC

Of course Dean would go look for one. It seemed like that was all Dean did these days: look for stuff. It was handy, sure, and Sam couldn't deny that he needed the help. Part-demon himself, and it didn't even come with the added benefits of being able to carry on forever. He needed sleep and he needed to stop from time to time, even if he did pretty well running on a couple of hours a day. His previous experience as a student did come in handy on the rare occasion.

Besides, it wasn't...it was either that or-what? TalkYeah. Right. The days of easy conversation between them, that was basically over. It'd been over since Dean had shown up, seemingly back from the dead way back when. They'd never managed to bridge that gap and now Sam didn't even bother trying. All the things he'd kept from Dean, that'd spilled into the open. There was nothing to pretend about anymore ( ... )

allroadslead July 13 2009, 05:49:12 UTC

He snorted softly to himself as he flipped open one of the crates. Nothing but disintegrating bread, the mold blooming over it so brilliantly it looked like a sea of algae.

That wasn't edible.

He moved onto the next box, keeping one eye on his surroundings even though he knew Dean would be standing guard as usual. But Dean, different though he was now, was still only a single set of eyes. He'd learned a long time ago how easy it was, that slip into oops, you're dead. A fall, a look in the wrong direction ( ... )

WALMART RUINS theroadsofar July 13 2009, 07:11:50 UTC

Dean caught the water without even thinking about it, his hand snatching up on its own. His hearing wasn't as good as his sight, but his reflexes weren't so bad when Sam pretty much baby-tossed something at him. Loading up the water didn't take much time, although he wondered why Sam didn't take more. It wasn't like there weren't more missed supplies out there...assuming they'd always be out there, though, now that wasn't like his brother. Dean didn't say anything at first as he wandered deeper into Receiving, idly flipping through boxes. If he didn't know better, he'd say some of these had been looked into already, and not by the by now long dead employees. When he glanced back, he could see Sammy brushing his knees, done with collecting water. Dean opened his mouth to suggest maybe Sammy better take more (it wasn't like he had to worry about sharing anymore) when Sam suddenly went on his guard ( ... )

OUTSIDE: WALMART RECEIVING theroadsofar July 13 2009, 07:12:28 UTC

He broke cover impulsively ( ... )

OUTSIDE: WALMART RECEIVING allroadslead July 14 2009, 09:14:34 UTC

The thing about this location was that there was at least some pretty decent cover. Better than right out in the open, at least. And his cover would've been just fine, given him the short bit of time to ready a shot for when someone would inevitably come around, until Dean shot out, just like that, and Jesus Christ, he should've seen this coming. Hardly full of restraint back then, Dean was not exactly improving now.

Clearly.

His brother might've been able to see better, somehow, but you didn't spend your whole life hunting things that prowled the night without knowing how to hit a target despite bad lighting. When a flicker of something shifted out of the corner of his eye, just to his right, he fired exactly twice. Just two. Even in the running chaos of a freaking ambush, he was fully aware of just how limited their ammo was ( ... )

Re: OUTSIDE: WALMART RECEIVING allroadslead July 14 2009, 09:15:53 UTC

His hands were slick with his own blood by the time he cleared a large enough opening to get through. He wiped his palm on his jeans, leaving a smear of red, making sure he had a good grip on his gun before he slipped out, trying to keep himself from rushing, but moving fast, anyway. The only thing that greeted him was a cockroach skittering over a rusted piece of rebar. The cockroach and Dean, a few yards away with someone standing over him, rifle in hand. The kid was staring, looked downright shell-shocked. Sam didn't even stop to question it. Dean was down and there was someone holding a weapon over his body.

He pulled the trigger before the kid could even turn around.

Sam sidestepped the body. He didn't feel like looking, like making it personal. It wasn't. He'd used up all his personal anger at Lilith and the so-called doctors who turned his brother into what he was. Most of what he had left was the reflexive instinct of removing whatever happened to take down his brother ( ... )

allroadslead July 14 2009, 09:16:31 UTC

Sam glanced over at the Bowie Dean had dropped. His abilities had always been almost strictly effective against demons only, but that had been useless when it became clear there weren't exactly that many demons to defend against. So he'd started branching out. He hadn't told Dean yet. There didn't seem to be a point when all he could do was push a vase off the table and get migraines ( ... )

OUTSIDE - WALMART RECEIVING; FLOOR roads_end July 14 2009, 10:48:28 UTC

[theroadsofar here, just using another account for the benefit of MOAR ICONS. *shallow, I know*]The next thing he knew, he was coming to, which was an experience in itself to a guy who couldn't sleep anymore. It'd been so long since he'd actually been unconscious that at first he didn't know what happened, only that there was a gap and it didn't have anything to do with those tests that turned him into whatever he was now. He didn't jolt awake, slowly coming out of it and realizing he could see again ( ... )

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