Riders At The World's End - Phase 2: Mortal Danger [FROZEN]
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"I only do what I do because I see no other way, if there was a way then I would swiftly take it. Sadly and regretably, there isn't. We, as in humanity, dug ourselves deep in shit and, as far as I can see, there is no way we have a chance of digging ourselves out. That is the harsh truth I have come to accept as the only reality, no pretty stones will save us even if they were the eyes of some all-powerful being. Becuase not even an all-powerful being can fix an unfixable mess." Jacob sighed. "It will pain me to have to kill such an understanding one as yourself, for a Jewel your not so ignorent."
Skye growled and rolled her eyes. It was getting dark. She thought for a bit, then took out a knife. A small laugh escaped her as she looked at it for a bit."I thought you were past the pain or something like that. Don't let some random guy mess that up for ya."
She plunged the dagger into the ground between his feet. "You have approximately one hour to free yourself and leave. Don't be here when the Greens come to capture/kill you. And that's a nice bike." She took out the medkit the other man had given her, and dropped it too. "You may be immune to pain or whatever, but you'll be no good getting out of here with those wounds."
Before she left she ran back and kicked him, although she was sure he barely even registered it. "That's for acting like a ***** on the outside." she fumed. Her motorcycle came to life and she put her goggles on. "Just don't come knocking too fast, huh?" With one last nod she sped off towards the factories.
She plunged the dagger into the ground between his feet. "You have approximately one hour to free yourself and leave. Don't be here when the Greens come to capture/kill you. And that's a nice bike." She took out the medkit the other man had given her, and dropped it too. "You may be immune to pain or whatever, but you'll be no good getting out of here with those wounds."
Before she left she ran back and kicked him, although she was sure he barely even registered it. "That's for acting like a ***** on the outside." she fumed. Her motorcycle came to life and she put her goggles on. "Just don't come knocking too fast, huh?" With one last nod she sped off towards the factories.
Jacob laughed. "That was an interesting conversation." He began fixing himself up. That one will be hard to kill, almost as much as the Jerusalem Man... He sighed and got up, proceeding to limp towards his bike. I best be out of here, as the Jewel said, I don't want to be around when the rest come. Why they helped me, I'll never understand. He got on and revved the engine, looking up at the sky. I'll rest, my campaign against the Greens can wait for a bit.
He drove off till he found an apartment building and drove his bike inside the door, knocking it down. It was abandoned so he got off the bike to move it into a flat. He closed the door and put the bike in front of it to stop people coming in or at least force them to make some noise. He sat down on a sofa and lay back to think.
He drove off till he found an apartment building and drove his bike inside the door, knocking it down. It was abandoned so he got off the bike to move it into a flat. He closed the door and put the bike in front of it to stop people coming in or at least force them to make some noise. He sat down on a sofa and lay back to think.
Angus watched the scene and, not for the first time, wished popcorn was easier to find. He clapped as he walked over too where Skye had been up too a few seconds ago and smiled. That nutjob preacher was lucky to have her on staff. She had a future, unlike most people in this god-forsaken waste. He walked back to he car as Trevor stood on the roof, reloading the turret. "You're a real softie, ya know boss?" he chuckled as the necrotic man climbed into the driver's seat.
Angus took another look at the map and drove off, hoping that this time, he'd finally get to a settlement.
Angus took another look at the map and drove off, hoping that this time, he'd finally get to a settlement.
"Sure thing honey, hop on," He replied heartily as he mounted the bike and started up the engine loudly with jets of steam shooting out the back.
After the bike had settled Hallas turned to Carl and said "Hey Carl, where we headin? we going to my friends out west or have you got somewhere better in mind?"
After the bike had settled Hallas turned to Carl and said "Hey Carl, where we headin? we going to my friends out west or have you got somewhere better in mind?"
'well I do want to show you a place, then we go to your friends. I hope you can keep up again' Carl got on his quad bike and started driving as fast as he could to the edge of the city, as he drove some small rodent like creatures got cut up by the blades on the side of his bike spraying blood behind him.
As Hallas sped off after Carl, shielding is face from the spraying gore he turned back to Mongrel and shouted over the noise,
"Yeah, we're with the Red Eagles, although I haven't been with the main body of them for a while, just been tagging along with carl for a bit, now you don't look like you're with any, you sure as hell aren't a jewel or a blue, and you'd know me if you were a Red, so, just who are you?"
"Yeah, we're with the Red Eagles, although I haven't been with the main body of them for a while, just been tagging along with carl for a bit, now you don't look like you're with any, you sure as hell aren't a jewel or a blue, and you'd know me if you were a Red, so, just who are you?"
'after driving for about 2 hours they arrived at the edge of the city, 'here it is' Carl said while looking at a magnificent marble building while cover in dirt and muck was not damaged, 'this is a museum, a building of knowledge that survived the apocalypse, of course a fast food restaurant survives the end of the world people raid it when they spot it, a building devoted to preserving the knowledge of human history and it is left totally untouched. Apart from some spears and swords' Carl turned to Hallas and Mongrel 'so what to you guys think?'
"Hmm, I'm not one for much readin but sure, seems fancy, is it all books and stuff or is there anything I can look at?"
Hallas approached the museum and pulled up, he dismounted then turned around and helped mongrel off the bike carefully. Walking up to the main door of the building Hallas stopped and looked up at the place, admiring the carved marble arches.
"So, we going in? and is this place abandoned or have you got folks in there?" Hallas asked while tapping his boot on the ground slowly.
Hallas approached the museum and pulled up, he dismounted then turned around and helped mongrel off the bike carefully. Walking up to the main door of the building Hallas stopped and looked up at the place, admiring the carved marble arches.
"So, we going in? and is this place abandoned or have you got folks in there?" Hallas asked while tapping his boot on the ground slowly.
Skye rode into the factories. She had alerted a Green squad she had met on the way back about Jacob, but just as she thought, he was gone. There was no reason for them to think that she had a hand in it. As soon as she got back to her room she took out a small box. There was a pencil and some green pieces of paper inside. She took one out and sat down at a desk.
Green Eyed God, Overseer of the End, the One Who Sees All. I pray for my sister. I pray that she is at peace. I pray for Kiriel, G, Joshua, Nathan, and Ash. May they find peace in the afterlife, and may they forgive me for not avenging their deaths.
She paused, carefully considering what she was about to write.
... Please... Please bless the non believers. They live horrible lives without your kindness and mercy. May the world be united in your name. May we all live peacefully and blissfully.
She couldn't bring herself to ask the god to bless the Reds. To bless the sniper who risked his life to save his comrade. To bless the mechanic that saved her life in more than one way. To bless the kind (if a little insane) man. To bless the anguished, misguided soul. She sighed and opened what looked like a tiny incinerator bolted to the wall. Placing the paper inside, she lit a match and set fire to it before closing the small door. A soft green glow covered the room. A smell similar to incense permeated the air. Outside, a small wisp of green smoke was lost in the gray and black smokestacks clawing at the air.
Green Eyed God, Overseer of the End, the One Who Sees All. I pray for my sister. I pray that she is at peace. I pray for Kiriel, G, Joshua, Nathan, and Ash. May they find peace in the afterlife, and may they forgive me for not avenging their deaths.
She paused, carefully considering what she was about to write.
... Please... Please bless the non believers. They live horrible lives without your kindness and mercy. May the world be united in your name. May we all live peacefully and blissfully.
She couldn't bring herself to ask the god to bless the Reds. To bless the sniper who risked his life to save his comrade. To bless the mechanic that saved her life in more than one way. To bless the kind (if a little insane) man. To bless the anguished, misguided soul. She sighed and opened what looked like a tiny incinerator bolted to the wall. Placing the paper inside, she lit a match and set fire to it before closing the small door. A soft green glow covered the room. A smell similar to incense permeated the air. Outside, a small wisp of green smoke was lost in the gray and black smokestacks clawing at the air.
'there are so many things in this building a giant room devoted to books, room after room to history and the rest to SCIENCE!' Carl was filled with joy 'no one ever comes hear, no one spends a night hear' Carl smile dropped his voice deepened 'this is also the grave of my family'Carl walked into the museum his foot steps echoing through the building 'that night has three things important to me, the death of my family, when I got my spear and the night I stopped fearing death' Carl walked into a room with lots of Japanese historical items in it 'I was 10 years old when a blue eye busted into my house, he killed my father with his bare hands and shot my mother, I was paralysed with fear but my brother snapped me out of it. We ran not stopping for anything. We arrived hear at the museum he told me to hide while he fought the blue eye, I ran into this room and saw the spear in that display case' Carl pointed to an smashed glass box with a metal stand 'I hide in some fake bushes in the African room when I heard my brothers screams. when the blue eye walked into the room he turned his back to the bush I was in I jumped on his back and stabbed the spear straight through his head, after that I just broke down into tears' tears were coming form Carl's eyes but he didn't start crying 'after I was finished crying I started walking aimlessly through the museum when I a book took my interest "Darwen's theory of evolution by natural selection" it is called, I found out that my parents died because they didn't have what it took to survive but I did, when someone dies that just makes the human race better off as the stronger of the species survive, so why fear death?'.
Please Excuse my absence; I have just recovered from being cut off from the internet. I was going to start a new chapter in one way, but my time away has forced a change of plan.
Ah well, I can still make something occur...
[sup]And maybe even make something out of why the J-Man disappeared...[/sup]
Ah well, I can still make something occur...
[sup]And maybe even make something out of why the J-Man disappeared...[/sup]
The power is long gone, and the inner rooms are dark. In the shadows and without sight, one's ears are alert, and the hearing is more acute.
A shuffling, snuffling noise. It's quiet, but everyone in the museum is sure that there's something there. And now, form elsewhere, a skittering of claws on marble. A low growling, telling of great hunger.
A shape appears in the gloom, then a second, and a third...
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The Jerusalem Man appears in the Temple Courtyard, and the Greens are shocked to see his clothing ripped, his face bloody, one gun missing his hat half shredded. They have oft believed him immortal, but there is a worse blow to their moral.
Behind him, he drags by the hair a vast head. It looks a little like a bear, but it has scaled areas and fangs and pointed ears. It is fully as large as the Preachers torso, and it is evident that even his vast strength is drained by it's weight.
Before he collapses, he utters one phrase, ""He left it dead, and with it's head, he went galumphing back". Jewel's help us, the Book never spoke of more than one..."
A shuffling, snuffling noise. It's quiet, but everyone in the museum is sure that there's something there. And now, form elsewhere, a skittering of claws on marble. A low growling, telling of great hunger.
A shape appears in the gloom, then a second, and a third...
---
The Jerusalem Man appears in the Temple Courtyard, and the Greens are shocked to see his clothing ripped, his face bloody, one gun missing his hat half shredded. They have oft believed him immortal, but there is a worse blow to their moral.
Behind him, he drags by the hair a vast head. It looks a little like a bear, but it has scaled areas and fangs and pointed ears. It is fully as large as the Preachers torso, and it is evident that even his vast strength is drained by it's weight.
Before he collapses, he utters one phrase, ""He left it dead, and with it's head, he went galumphing back". Jewel's help us, the Book never spoke of more than one..."
After what felt like eternity, Mr. Salt's eyes opened in a sharp jut. Pale green eyes scanned the area to see any change in his surroundings or if some prick decided to steal from him... Same room... Same dune... Pockets still full... No explosives or traps... Shoulder still hurts... All in all, nothing had changed as far as he can tell; enough of a reason to get up.
First things first, he set his eyes on the latest acquisions. The rifle still carried the heat from the explosion he caused, and the damage had fatigued it to the point where the firearm would either jam or break from further use. He checked the cartridge inside... fourteen .45 caliber rounds... It would probably shoot eight more rounds before it becomes unusable; he unloaded six shots from the rifle and secured the weapon around his back. Next was the vest. It was mostly in working condition, a few chinks here and there, but he could still use it. The only problem with the armour was its size; it was too big around to fit him; if he wanted to put it through its paces, Wilkes would need to find someone to refit the apparrel. Finally the widget... Upon close inspection it seemed to have suffered some minor damage; didn't quite know if it would work or not. Well only one way to find out: He flicked the switch on the side and waited for.
A few seconds pass... A minute passed afterward... And another... And after a few more minutes, Wilkes gave up on the device; he would keep it for later, but there's no way to know what the hell it's used for.
He checked his shoulder again... still hurts when he moves it. It would make combing the rest of the houses more restrictive. He could do it, but relying on one arm for the less obvious areas would take more time... Then again, most of his clothes were torn up from the behemoth. Regardless, he'd have to check the houses for a new shirt and pants. He got up from the makeshift chair and left the flat.
This time he took his time in the house next door. Wilkes checked the drawers and closets for any apparrel... Some ladies undergarments here and there, a sock, but ultimately no decent replacement. He left the house for the next one, again checking the obvious spots... This time he found a pair of pants; the navy slacks were creased and wrinkled, but they were better than the ones that exposed the groin area. He changed pants and found that they were a mite wide. Mental note: find a belt. Apart from the pants, no other clothes could be salvaged.
With that logged in his head - and another sip of the water - Salt left for the next flat.
First things first, he set his eyes on the latest acquisions. The rifle still carried the heat from the explosion he caused, and the damage had fatigued it to the point where the firearm would either jam or break from further use. He checked the cartridge inside... fourteen .45 caliber rounds... It would probably shoot eight more rounds before it becomes unusable; he unloaded six shots from the rifle and secured the weapon around his back. Next was the vest. It was mostly in working condition, a few chinks here and there, but he could still use it. The only problem with the armour was its size; it was too big around to fit him; if he wanted to put it through its paces, Wilkes would need to find someone to refit the apparrel. Finally the widget... Upon close inspection it seemed to have suffered some minor damage; didn't quite know if it would work or not. Well only one way to find out: He flicked the switch on the side and waited for.
A few seconds pass... A minute passed afterward... And another... And after a few more minutes, Wilkes gave up on the device; he would keep it for later, but there's no way to know what the hell it's used for.
He checked his shoulder again... still hurts when he moves it. It would make combing the rest of the houses more restrictive. He could do it, but relying on one arm for the less obvious areas would take more time... Then again, most of his clothes were torn up from the behemoth. Regardless, he'd have to check the houses for a new shirt and pants. He got up from the makeshift chair and left the flat.
This time he took his time in the house next door. Wilkes checked the drawers and closets for any apparrel... Some ladies undergarments here and there, a sock, but ultimately no decent replacement. He left the house for the next one, again checking the obvious spots... This time he found a pair of pants; the navy slacks were creased and wrinkled, but they were better than the ones that exposed the groin area. He changed pants and found that they were a mite wide. Mental note: find a belt. Apart from the pants, no other clothes could be salvaged.
With that logged in his head - and another sip of the water - Salt left for the next flat.