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Post by Harley Quinn on Mar 8, 2011 0:22:07 GMT -6
Nellie waited for a few minutes wondering if the child would respond or not through his paper. When he didn't she returned to her small "nest" which was basically a bed of any and all leftover clothes/ cloths that could provide a makeshift bed, she took a handful of these blankets, and lightly covered the now sleeping boy. Then she returned to her own "bed", and tried to make herself as comfortable as possible which proved in itself difficult so she just tried to absorb as much heat as she could. Curling in on herself she tossed, and turned until she fell finally asleep only to experience another of her ongoing nightmares which had started a few days before the extinction. It was always the same she was running down a endless tunnel towards what she didn't know, but this time it was different. Because this time she was not alone. With her mysterious shadowy companion whose physical features were hidden they ran, and ran, and ran. She could feel despair, horror, sadness, and anxiety welling up inside. Then the beast would come roaring like thunder behind them with bright yellow eyes, many rows of long blood stained teeth. It would catch up to them, and just before it would pounce at them with it's enormous body Nellie woke up. She was screaming, and drenched in sweat while her body shaked profusely.
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Post by The Joker on Mar 13, 2011 15:26:04 GMT -6
Jim was grateful for the thin blankets that Nellie covered him with, even though they provided little protection from the cold seeping in from the hole in her house. It was a nice gesture, and he appreciated it nonetheless. He'd have to get used to being cold, anyhow. The time for that would be soon approaching. But now was not the time to think of the future. Now was a time to grieve for the past. He briskly shoved away all thoughts of what was to come, and in return welcomed all memories of what had been. He layed quietly for hours on the cold, hard floor of what used to be Nellie's living room. His eyes remained wide open as he remembered his mother teaching him to write, his father teaching him to fish, his sister playing tennis with him. Memories continued to flow, flashing past as if in a movie. Memories of dancing in the rain, picking wild flowers on a hot summer day, making his first friend in school, drawing turkeys with his hand for Thanksgiving Day. Of cooking with Mother and hunting with Father and taking pictures of them both and helping his sister with her spelling. Of drinnking cold lemonade with her and Mother after hours of chasing each other around or planting flowers in the garden or picking apples from the old apple tree. He remembered sitting in their tree house with Abigail, eating sweets that she had taken without permission or watching her draw the most beautiful pictures of the woods and fields that surrounded their home. She would talk while she drew. About all sorts of things that he didn't understand, but that didn't matter to him. Sometimes she would cry and he would hug her when she put down her pencil or paints. Sometimes she would laugh, which he loved because it was the prettiest sound he had ever heard. Her laugh was like a wind chime tinkling in the warm, peaceful breeze that so often blew threw their yard. Usually when she was finished with her drawing or painting, she would hold it up to him for one last approval. He always nodded his head, because it was always spectacular. She would then kiss his forehead and stand up with it. Then she would find a place on the walls to put it. Before the tree fell. Almost fell on him. Before the meteors crushed their tree house and everything inside it. That was what did it. The image of all his sister's paintings being torn and destroyed. That was what brought the tears to his eyes. He didn't fight them. He let them come, allowed the violent sobs to once again wrack his body. With every jerk of his stomach, his leg moved, which caused excruciating pain to shoot up and down his entire body. He didn't care. By morning, his bones would be healed again and the pain would be gone. Both physically and emotionally. He would have come to terms with the death of his family by then as well. After a while, the tears stopped, though his body still convulsed with sobs. Soon those were gone too. The memories kept flowing through his mind, though they had slowed considerably. His eyes were still wide open, staring blankly off into space, when the sun starting lighting up the sky again. That's when he closed his eyes and pictured each one of the people he loved and said good bye to them. Because all of them were dead now. When he finished, ending with his father, then his mother, and finally his beloved sister, he opened his eyes again and sat up. He sat indian style, now that his leg was almost fully healed only a dull throbbing ensued from the position. The sun had only just risen from the gray mist of dawn and was filtering through the gaping hole in the house, its rays attempting to warm whatever it touched. Just as he took a deep breath to enjoy the peacefullness of the new day, Nellie began screaming. The horrific noises startled him to his feet and he rushed over to her, worried that something was attacking her. He fell to his knees when he reached her sweat drenched body and frantically ran his hands over her skin, checking for wounds while scanning the area with his bright eyes for potential threats.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Mar 14, 2011 20:25:52 GMT -6
Frantically Nellie screeched suddenly feeling a hand on her, she yanked as hard as she could away which drove her into the back wall hitting her head rather hard she could almost see stars. It was so real, and now it's here.She was still in a state of delusion upon waking up being traumatized with this nightmare was not an easy thing. She was about to find something to fend whatever was on her off when suddenly her eyes seemed to open, and everything made sense again. Jim. It's only Jim. She firmly told herself over, and over again as she stared straight into the little boys eyes. Everything came crashing back, and she took a few deep breaths calming her racing heart. "I-I'm sorry it's just nightmares. Nothing to worry about." She explained while getting into a better seating position. She threw what covers were over her feeling feverish, and she tried her best to wipe away the sweat, and tears that had formed with her t-shirt.
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Post by The Joker on Mar 14, 2011 23:02:53 GMT -6
Jim stopped looking around and checking her for wounds, when Nellie explained that it was only nightmares that had brought on the screaming fit. He stared at her face with wide, calculating eyes. He hoped that she wouldn't break down on him. Part of him knew she wouldn't, but he couldn't help the thought crossing his mind. With a sigh, he stood up and walked toward the fallen wall of her living room. He had accepted the past and moved on to the future. She would do the same, in time. At least that was what everyone kept telling him. 'Give her space, give her time. She's not prepared like you will be.' The voices of his dead family only fueled the urgency of his current self appointed mission. They would need food to stay strong. And water. His father had helped him stow a cache of emergency supplies for this precise purpose. Jim looked back at the girl on the floor. He would give her space and time. But only so much could be given before they would have to move. With the things that were coming... They wouldn't be able to stay in one place, least of all a place like this, so exposed. They'd need to find an unobtrusive shelter that could be protected from the elements. Nellie was his responsibility, now, and he wouldn't let his family down. Everyone was counting on him.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Mar 14, 2011 23:48:39 GMT -6
[[ooc; Hey.. what do you think your doing? Trying to take Nellie's place as the savior character? I dont think so mister EIGHT year old. No He Who Walks Behind The Rows boy preacher going on here. >:O]] Nellie looked out of the giant wall that had been ripped open peering out at the light sign of morning. It was too early to hear any birds [if there truly were any left] and the skies were painted in a light Gray color. She stretched her back in pain. It was time to get up, and face the day. She got up immediately her stomach making noise, and she figured it was time to scavenge. She took a bag that she fixed so that it looped around her shoulders, and sat on her lower back. With that she grabbed a small pocket knife hiding it in her back pocket for emergencies. Taking a step forward she stepped on Jim's drawing, looking down she decided to keep it. Maybe the boy wanted it for later, she stuffed it into her bag. Finally Nellie approached Jim her face firm, and back to it's earlier calm demeanor, "I'm going to go look for anything I can find. You can stay here if you want, I'll be out for most of the day before it gets dark."
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Post by The Joker on Mar 15, 2011 19:13:21 GMT -6
Jim watched silently as Nellie prepared to leave for the day. He thought briefly about stopping her, but he could tell she would know better than he would how to actually survive in the wilderness. That wasn't what he was prepared for, not exactly. He was prepared for the Events. That was why he needed to get to the supplies he and his father had hid earlier this year. When Nellie spoke to him, Jim simply nodded. She didn't need to know his plans at the moment. She would see soon enough. She would see everything soon enough. ((Okay, so they'll part ways and then we'll keep going every other, even though we won't really be replying to one another's posts, just so it keeps the timeline the same. :] Aaaaaannnnndddd... What, she's not even going to question how his broken leg magically fixed itself over the course of one night? o.o ))
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Post by Harley Quinn on Mar 19, 2011 17:01:39 GMT -6
With a small wave Nellie left heading out into the city once more with plans in her head. Mostly around trying to find things, but maybe like Jim she would find other survivors. Who knew though if they'd be as friendly as he was. She walked with caution always looking around her. She soon found an long since crumbled Family Dollar store, and saw that the door was still intact along with the building inside. Everything went instantly black as it seemed the building itself swallowed up the sun from reaching it's core. She was swift, taking action when she found a line of beverages, and food, she took as much as she could carry, and quickly exited the building not realizing that she probably should of hid the rest of the items just in case others decided to check. She still kept room for blankets, and other items that she would need so her searching was still on. It took her some time walking down the cracked side walks with chunks of it missing, but soon she found a neighborhood street that lined up with houses mostly destroyed or so crumbled as if they were never even there to begin with. A soft whine was heard behind her, and she jerked around to see what noise that belonged too. She expected the sound to belong to a coyote, and one of her hands was automatically on her back pocket where her knife resided. But it wasn't instead she was greeted by a dog rather large, but with it's head down it stared up at her with pleading eyes looking pathetically cute, and small. A German Shepard. It's eyes flickered on her bag. "I can't boy." She said sternly, but that only got the animal to whimper. She sighed deeply putting her hands on her waist, "Just one do you hear me?" The dog wagged it's tail a little. She gave it a piece of ham, and watched it hungrily eat the food. "Good boy." She said kneeling down to scratch it behind it's ears. Scavenge. I have to finish before it gets dark, Jim may be wondering what's taking me. With a firm nod to herself not wanting to be distracted she sharply turned around once more her eyes set on her current goal.
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Post by The Joker on Mar 21, 2011 22:44:52 GMT -6
Jim watched Nellie walk into the forest. He debated following her, but knew that he needed to get to the supplies he and his father had hidden so long ago. One item in particular would be of the utmost importance. He turned and started off in the opposite direction that the older girl had taken, armed only with a compass and bottle of water. The hike would take him a few hours, even with his leg completely healed, and he would need to be back before sundown. It took him six hours in total of sweaty, dehydrated climbing and walking to reach his destination. He trudged into a small clearing. The sun beat down on him from directly overhead, telling him that it was noon. A cool breeze lightly tickled his nose and made the trees dance, when the sound of flowing water caught his attention. He silently thanked his father for having the foresight to choose a spot next to the river. Jim sprinted for the calm stream, stripping off his clothing as he did so, leaving only his blue boxers on. He had been so hot for so long that he no longer cared about anything but cooling down and relieving his tired body of the stress from the treacherous hike. He and his father had swum here many times, so he knew exactly where to set his feet and where to jump from and where to dive for the maximum depth. His pale body crashed into the icy water, eliciting an exhilarating feeling to burst from his core. He surfaced with a huge breath of air, a grin spread across his face. Jim swam for an hour, enjoying himself. He replayed memories of when he and his father had swum in the same river, laughing along with them as if they were happening in the present. Eventually he pulled himself out of the cool water and started to dress again. He was just buckling his belt when he suddenly felt a pair of eyes on him. He looked around, but couldn't see anything. Or anyone. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end, though, and he had learned not to ignore them. He cautiously began to edge back toward the river. If nothing else, he could jump in again and get back on shore a ways down stream, then circle around and find his stalker that way...
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