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[Mission 001] Video/Action
Jul. 3rd, 2013 04:00 am[Most people, upon waking in a strange place with no memory of they got there would probably be glad to be within sight of buildings and civilisation. Buildings meant people, people meant food and shelter. Maybe phones.
Unfortunately since the end of the world, buildings like that actually meant, well, zombies.
So when Sam wakes with a start on the ground, staring up at the grey shape of a block of flats, it's probably no wonder that he panics just a little.
He'd love to insist that it's controlled panic but there's no time for control, just for scrambling to his feet and forcing himself into a stumbling run away from the building, over grass and through trees as far and as fast as he can get, breathing ragged and his heart hammering loud in his ears.
It's only later when he's moderately safe (well, he's pretty sure that zoms can't climb trees, but then, he'd also been pretty sure that zoms couldn't use rocket launchers and look how that turned out) that he even bothers to take notice of his state.
Wings. He has wings. Little brown and black ones like some kind of bird that he can't remember the name of although he knows that he'd known it once. And there's a book. His name on it and for lack of anything else to do until he can get his bearings, he pokes at it a little. It's actually kind of fascinating. More like a tablet than a book and it seems to have some kind of signal maybe? Worth a try right?]
Hi so... uh, this is Sam Yao. From A- that's not important. I don't know if there's any signal out here really but... anyone I need to speak to anyone from Abel Township or... or New Canton.
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Later that day or possibly the next day since time is pretty flexible
[It was the food shop that got him in the end.
Oh sure, he knew in his head that things were different here. Jack and Eugene had told him and there were just... some things were easy to tell. People smiled more and didn't check over their shoulders in case the undead hordes were about to break through the fences (rocket launchers strongly discouraged). No fences and barbed wire for that matter. Just little things that you didn't really notice until they were gone and then they kind of hit you in the face.
It's not like he hadn't seen the inside of the cupboards in the house either (he was fairly sure that Eugene had decided that he needed feeding up), but it was one thing to see stacks of tins and bottled water, familiar things, and quite another to see, well, this.
It wasn't even a big shop, not by pre-apocalypse standards, barely bigger than the local Tesco down the road from where he'd lived but when he stepped through the door he just had to stop and stare for a moment. A really long moment.
He hadn't stepped into a shop in... god, months, not since the early days of the plague and even then, the shop had been a ransacked mess of smashed glass as people panicked. Seeing one in pristine condition was a little overwhelming.
Seeing one full of actual food was just... He was pretty sure you weren't supposed to shake just from looking at food, but oh my god, they had fruit! Not the tinned stuff in juice and syrup which had become a rare treat, but actual real fresh fruit. Apples and bananas and grapes all piled up and there for the taking and Sam was pretty sure that his mouth started to water just looking at them.
Fruit, man. Fruit.
And to think that he'd been annoyed at mum getting on at him to eat more things that weren't pizza or take away back Before.
But that wasn't it even, even though it was more than he'd ever dreamed of seeing again, because really, even if the zoms vanished overnight, importing grapes from halfway round the world was probably not gonna be a priority. Oh no, the icing on the cake (and there was another thing they had, actual cake with chocolate and icing and stuff), was packed in the ice box and Sam could only laugh when he saw it, a thick, strangled sound that changed into gulping, helpless sobs as the last few days caught up with him all at once and all he could remember was Five and that ridiculous, hellish night when he'd woken Janine up to ask about Ice Cream Roll.]
Unfortunately since the end of the world, buildings like that actually meant, well, zombies.
So when Sam wakes with a start on the ground, staring up at the grey shape of a block of flats, it's probably no wonder that he panics just a little.
He'd love to insist that it's controlled panic but there's no time for control, just for scrambling to his feet and forcing himself into a stumbling run away from the building, over grass and through trees as far and as fast as he can get, breathing ragged and his heart hammering loud in his ears.
It's only later when he's moderately safe (well, he's pretty sure that zoms can't climb trees, but then, he'd also been pretty sure that zoms couldn't use rocket launchers and look how that turned out) that he even bothers to take notice of his state.
Wings. He has wings. Little brown and black ones like some kind of bird that he can't remember the name of although he knows that he'd known it once. And there's a book. His name on it and for lack of anything else to do until he can get his bearings, he pokes at it a little. It's actually kind of fascinating. More like a tablet than a book and it seems to have some kind of signal maybe? Worth a try right?]
Hi so... uh, this is Sam Yao. From A- that's not important. I don't know if there's any signal out here really but... anyone I need to speak to anyone from Abel Township or... or New Canton.
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Later that day or possibly the next day since time is pretty flexible
[It was the food shop that got him in the end.
Oh sure, he knew in his head that things were different here. Jack and Eugene had told him and there were just... some things were easy to tell. People smiled more and didn't check over their shoulders in case the undead hordes were about to break through the fences (rocket launchers strongly discouraged). No fences and barbed wire for that matter. Just little things that you didn't really notice until they were gone and then they kind of hit you in the face.
It's not like he hadn't seen the inside of the cupboards in the house either (he was fairly sure that Eugene had decided that he needed feeding up), but it was one thing to see stacks of tins and bottled water, familiar things, and quite another to see, well, this.
It wasn't even a big shop, not by pre-apocalypse standards, barely bigger than the local Tesco down the road from where he'd lived but when he stepped through the door he just had to stop and stare for a moment. A really long moment.
He hadn't stepped into a shop in... god, months, not since the early days of the plague and even then, the shop had been a ransacked mess of smashed glass as people panicked. Seeing one in pristine condition was a little overwhelming.
Seeing one full of actual food was just... He was pretty sure you weren't supposed to shake just from looking at food, but oh my god, they had fruit! Not the tinned stuff in juice and syrup which had become a rare treat, but actual real fresh fruit. Apples and bananas and grapes all piled up and there for the taking and Sam was pretty sure that his mouth started to water just looking at them.
Fruit, man. Fruit.
And to think that he'd been annoyed at mum getting on at him to eat more things that weren't pizza or take away back Before.
But that wasn't it even, even though it was more than he'd ever dreamed of seeing again, because really, even if the zoms vanished overnight, importing grapes from halfway round the world was probably not gonna be a priority. Oh no, the icing on the cake (and there was another thing they had, actual cake with chocolate and icing and stuff), was packed in the ice box and Sam could only laugh when he saw it, a thick, strangled sound that changed into gulping, helpless sobs as the last few days caught up with him all at once and all he could remember was Five and that ridiculous, hellish night when he'd woken Janine up to ask about Ice Cream Roll.]
