[Syusuke] Escaping One Self
Who: Syusuke
Where: A few miles away from Haven, IL
When: 13 June, morning
Invited: Anyone who happens to be in the area
Status: Complete
It was almost unbelievable that the sun could shine down from a clear blue sky with fluffy white clouds happily sailing by when the world was as messed up as it was. Fuji Syusuke had spent the night in an abandoned trailer that had proved great protection, both from the chill of the night and the wild life that still existed and desperately roamed the area for food of any kind. The young boy had very little food himself, all that was left now was a box of green tea flavored pocky, a bottle with maybe one serving of water left, and some crackers. Hardly nutritious food, but at least the pocky could prove a valuable carbohydrate source.
Syusuke had left New York on a motorcycle borrowed from Echizen Ryoga. As he arrived to the US, he had found the Echizen brothers, but the state he had found them in left much to be desired; Ryoma had come down with some sort of flu, and Ryoga was showing the first signs of also contracting it. When Ryoma's condition had worsened, and the word of the plague sweeping across the country reached then, Ryoga broke down, sitting by his little brother's side non stop, even when his own condition worsened rapidly. He was older yes, but his little brother was stronger, so it didn't surprise Syusuke that the older brother was the first one to pass away. By then Ryoma was so far gone in his own disease that he didn't even notice it however, and only forty minutes later, the twelve year old tennis prodigy followed his brother to the next life.
During a sort of trance like state of mind, Syusuke had dragged the bodies out in the yard and buried them both, the sound of distress from the other people in the neighborhood hammering to his ears. When the burial was done, he sat down, not knowing what to do next, and just stared numbly in front of himself for what seemed like an eternity.
A week later, as it looked like every single soul in New York City had passed away, the fourteen year old finally came to a decision; he had to leave. He had to find someone, anyone, because being alone like this would drive him mad sooner or later. That was why he filled Ryoga's MC up, filled up his own food supplies, and drove away from the ghastly, silent city. The Big Apple had finally been eaten.
Driving west, Syusuke only happened upon one other alive human being, and that meeting was something he'd rather forget. The man had been quite insane, a preacher who had mistaken him for a girl, calling him the Whore of Babylon and that this was all his fault that God's Judgment was upon them and that he would have to pay. When the man had discovered that he wasn't a girl, he didn't believe his own eyes, telling Syusuke that it was only a trick, a filthy way of protecting himself so that he wouldn't get the punishment that was rightfully his. The three days he spent with the man was something he'd rather forget all about, but couldn't, since it haunted his nightmares every night, coupled with images of his father, of all his dead friends, of the stench of death that he thought he'd never get rid of, it clung to the insides of his nostrils like glue.
After two days of torture and humiliation, his capturer had started showing the first signs on the plague though, and the process was fast with him; he was dead within the span of five hours. Syusuke had quickly packed up and then drove blindly, ignoring his aching body and only seeing to his biggest wish; he had to get away.
He stole gas from empty cars when he could and somehow managed to make his way from New York City to Illinois. Well into the state though, the MC decided that it had had enough, and it broke down permanently. Syusuke was forced to walk, and walk he did, blindly following a somewhat confused mental route. His goal was to get home to Japan and hopefully find that everything was just a bad dream. Still, every morning when he woke up, he was still here, in the wasteland that had only weeks ago been the wealthiest country in the world.
And thus he had ended up in the trailer this very morning when the sun shone and the sky was warm and welcoming. The boy looked around, spotting a city in the distance, and thought that maybe he could go there; even if there wouldn't be any people there, at least there might be some food, right? Shouldering his bag with his measly belongings, the young tennis genius started down the road towards Haven.
Where: A few miles away from Haven, IL
When: 13 June, morning
Invited: Anyone who happens to be in the area
Status: Complete
It was almost unbelievable that the sun could shine down from a clear blue sky with fluffy white clouds happily sailing by when the world was as messed up as it was. Fuji Syusuke had spent the night in an abandoned trailer that had proved great protection, both from the chill of the night and the wild life that still existed and desperately roamed the area for food of any kind. The young boy had very little food himself, all that was left now was a box of green tea flavored pocky, a bottle with maybe one serving of water left, and some crackers. Hardly nutritious food, but at least the pocky could prove a valuable carbohydrate source.
Syusuke had left New York on a motorcycle borrowed from Echizen Ryoga. As he arrived to the US, he had found the Echizen brothers, but the state he had found them in left much to be desired; Ryoma had come down with some sort of flu, and Ryoga was showing the first signs of also contracting it. When Ryoma's condition had worsened, and the word of the plague sweeping across the country reached then, Ryoga broke down, sitting by his little brother's side non stop, even when his own condition worsened rapidly. He was older yes, but his little brother was stronger, so it didn't surprise Syusuke that the older brother was the first one to pass away. By then Ryoma was so far gone in his own disease that he didn't even notice it however, and only forty minutes later, the twelve year old tennis prodigy followed his brother to the next life.
During a sort of trance like state of mind, Syusuke had dragged the bodies out in the yard and buried them both, the sound of distress from the other people in the neighborhood hammering to his ears. When the burial was done, he sat down, not knowing what to do next, and just stared numbly in front of himself for what seemed like an eternity.
A week later, as it looked like every single soul in New York City had passed away, the fourteen year old finally came to a decision; he had to leave. He had to find someone, anyone, because being alone like this would drive him mad sooner or later. That was why he filled Ryoga's MC up, filled up his own food supplies, and drove away from the ghastly, silent city. The Big Apple had finally been eaten.
Driving west, Syusuke only happened upon one other alive human being, and that meeting was something he'd rather forget. The man had been quite insane, a preacher who had mistaken him for a girl, calling him the Whore of Babylon and that this was all his fault that God's Judgment was upon them and that he would have to pay. When the man had discovered that he wasn't a girl, he didn't believe his own eyes, telling Syusuke that it was only a trick, a filthy way of protecting himself so that he wouldn't get the punishment that was rightfully his. The three days he spent with the man was something he'd rather forget all about, but couldn't, since it haunted his nightmares every night, coupled with images of his father, of all his dead friends, of the stench of death that he thought he'd never get rid of, it clung to the insides of his nostrils like glue.
After two days of torture and humiliation, his capturer had started showing the first signs on the plague though, and the process was fast with him; he was dead within the span of five hours. Syusuke had quickly packed up and then drove blindly, ignoring his aching body and only seeing to his biggest wish; he had to get away.
He stole gas from empty cars when he could and somehow managed to make his way from New York City to Illinois. Well into the state though, the MC decided that it had had enough, and it broke down permanently. Syusuke was forced to walk, and walk he did, blindly following a somewhat confused mental route. His goal was to get home to Japan and hopefully find that everything was just a bad dream. Still, every morning when he woke up, he was still here, in the wasteland that had only weeks ago been the wealthiest country in the world.
And thus he had ended up in the trailer this very morning when the sun shone and the sky was warm and welcoming. The boy looked around, spotting a city in the distance, and thought that maybe he could go there; even if there wouldn't be any people there, at least there might be some food, right? Shouldering his bag with his measly belongings, the young tennis genius started down the road towards Haven.