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maraich) wrote in orendalogs2015-10-11 08:01 am
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Who: Maraich, Mr. Wendigo Survivor Extraordinaire, OPEN
What: Maraich enters a post-apocalyptic world
When: October?
Where: A world like "The Walking Dead" but isn't necessarily the same (I've only seen the games)
Warnings: Zombie survival world
Maraich didn't know where exactly he was. It was like a dream - he was convinced that it was for a while - before he woke up in an alleyway. When he opened his eyes he assumed he was still on his world somewhere. Maybe he'd been drugged and taken. Thankfully, he still had his clothes on. His fingertips brushed the necklace he was wearing, something that was supposed to be an 'artifact' but also felt surreal. It couldn't be real. This was just some messed up scheme to get at Bancoran, probably. First things first, he needed to figure out where he was.
He climbed to his feet and walked over to the entrance of the alleyway. It looked sort of like an American town, maybe, though that seemed rather far for someone to take him. He didn't recognize it. There was a cool chill in the air, enough that he could see his own breath. The stores on this street were small, and he could see a gas station down on the corner. The homes were modern enough, maybe a few decades old and showing some wear and tear.
Normally he would have sought out information quickly, but the entire place struck him as wrong. It wasn't the style of buildings that threw him off Many shop fronts had busted windows, plants were overgrown, and the most disturbing thing was that it didn't look like the cause was a city overrun by crime. He didn't see any people walking around, nor did he hear any hints of life. It was deathly silent and still. Something was seriously wrong and he put up his defenses immediately.
His heels clicked lightly and slowly on the cement as he ventured out. Stores appeared to be completely looted, homes were boarded up by broken into anyway. He spotted blood in certain spots, sometimes excessive amounts, but no bodies.
He spotted someone fumbling in the distance but he didn't call out. Just by watching its gait he could tell something wasn't right, and he wasn't about to trust anything he saw when the town was in this state. The shambling thing meandered around without any clear intentions, like there wasn't any thoughts to where it was going or why. Instinctively, his hand slipped to his hidden throwing knives and pulled them out. He didn't know what was going on but he sensed a very real threat.
Food. Water. Shelter. He organized what he needed immediately in his mind. Getting back to Ban would have to come after he survived and got out of here. Maybe he could make it to the next city and find some help. Without a word and ears and eyes open, he crept up to the nearest shop and scanned the inside through the large, shattered display window. The shelves seemed to be bare, but he did spot something that was missed. A vending machine was tucked in the corner, with drinks still inside of it. Sports drinks, water, tea. It was beaten but not open - someone obviously had tried and couldn't get into it. But that someone wasn't a professional like him.
Hopping over the window, he cautiously made his way towards the machine.
[OOC: Feel free to start a thread with your own prompt if you want! This is open for all, survival horror.]
What: Maraich enters a post-apocalyptic world
When: October?
Where: A world like "The Walking Dead" but isn't necessarily the same (I've only seen the games)
Warnings: Zombie survival world
Maraich didn't know where exactly he was. It was like a dream - he was convinced that it was for a while - before he woke up in an alleyway. When he opened his eyes he assumed he was still on his world somewhere. Maybe he'd been drugged and taken. Thankfully, he still had his clothes on. His fingertips brushed the necklace he was wearing, something that was supposed to be an 'artifact' but also felt surreal. It couldn't be real. This was just some messed up scheme to get at Bancoran, probably. First things first, he needed to figure out where he was.
He climbed to his feet and walked over to the entrance of the alleyway. It looked sort of like an American town, maybe, though that seemed rather far for someone to take him. He didn't recognize it. There was a cool chill in the air, enough that he could see his own breath. The stores on this street were small, and he could see a gas station down on the corner. The homes were modern enough, maybe a few decades old and showing some wear and tear.
Normally he would have sought out information quickly, but the entire place struck him as wrong. It wasn't the style of buildings that threw him off Many shop fronts had busted windows, plants were overgrown, and the most disturbing thing was that it didn't look like the cause was a city overrun by crime. He didn't see any people walking around, nor did he hear any hints of life. It was deathly silent and still. Something was seriously wrong and he put up his defenses immediately.
His heels clicked lightly and slowly on the cement as he ventured out. Stores appeared to be completely looted, homes were boarded up by broken into anyway. He spotted blood in certain spots, sometimes excessive amounts, but no bodies.
He spotted someone fumbling in the distance but he didn't call out. Just by watching its gait he could tell something wasn't right, and he wasn't about to trust anything he saw when the town was in this state. The shambling thing meandered around without any clear intentions, like there wasn't any thoughts to where it was going or why. Instinctively, his hand slipped to his hidden throwing knives and pulled them out. He didn't know what was going on but he sensed a very real threat.
Food. Water. Shelter. He organized what he needed immediately in his mind. Getting back to Ban would have to come after he survived and got out of here. Maybe he could make it to the next city and find some help. Without a word and ears and eyes open, he crept up to the nearest shop and scanned the inside through the large, shattered display window. The shelves seemed to be bare, but he did spot something that was missed. A vending machine was tucked in the corner, with drinks still inside of it. Sports drinks, water, tea. It was beaten but not open - someone obviously had tried and couldn't get into it. But that someone wasn't a professional like him.
Hopping over the window, he cautiously made his way towards the machine.
[OOC: Feel free to start a thread with your own prompt if you want! This is open for all, survival horror.]
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He let his sixth sence open, but he couldn't feel the dark energies floating in the air.
"Well, let's get our barings, then we can beat feet out of here."
Harry started off after his new British ally.
"So what else should I know about you," he asked quietly. "This way I know what we have to work with when it hits the fan."
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"Do you have any idea how we find another portal or something? I haven't seen one."
As they reached the end of the street though he quieted. Here they were going to start really seeing the zombies. It wasn't exactly a flood of them, but there were some hobbling down the street in the distance. Just in case he put a finger to his lips to warn the other man to keep it down as he made his way towards a commercial area.
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"As for finding a portal, I can make one. The only thing is it will lead to this world's version of the Nevernever. Unless we find the exact place the tear in space-time is, we'll wind up in more hot water than here."
Keeping his head on a swivel, Harry started to think of where they were.
"I can try to find the tear if I had a mock-up of the city made with peaces of everything here, but that would take moths of work and magic that we don't have."
Harry pondered a few things when an idea came to his mind.
"I think I could find something, if I had something from another world that didn't belong to either of us or this world... but that would be a long shot."
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"I only have what I was carrying on me when I came here, and stuff I've gathered from here." Nothing from another world, this was his first trip. "But, what if we found someone else. Would something of theirs work?"
He tiptoed as they got closer, working out a map in his mind of how to go around them and proceed. Would this guy be able to keep up...? He didn't particularly want to abandon him, so hopefully he wasn't a liability. It was especially unnerving as more zombies came into view, lazing about near buildings, having been left without any motivation to move because there was no prey around. They were going to have to find a way to go through several... They were slow, but it was still worrying to go between them when they would be closing in on them.