I awoke with a start.
It was quiet. The light streaming in through my dorm-room window as my...
It was quiet. The light streaming in through my dorm-room window as my...
On the matter of World-ending Bullshit
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After the end
Useless Writer
He who should not access the interwebs...
- Location
- Somewhere between Wolf 359 and Courscant
I awoke with a start.
It was quiet. The light streaming in through my dorm-room window as my alarm failed to work again, a dull static sound replacing it's usual annoying electronic beep.
Hello. Day four of the end of the world.
I did not want to meet you so soon.
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Day 4 ATW (After the Wave)
Wayne's log, entry eighteen.
So the Wave continues to kill off humanity. The boards say that death tolls are rated at about seventy percent of the world's population.
Suites two is quiet. Entire buildings are empty, their inhabitants carted out like waste. I lost one of my dorm mates yesterday, KG. Nice girl, damn shame what happened to her.
I haven't caught it… yet.
It's just me and my Ex-boyfriend now…
I hate this. I hate everything right now.
Mom stopped texting a little while ago, her and the family are all ill. Best bet is on the Wave being the culprit.
I've already mourned them. The only certain thing right now is that the Wave kills. The population on the net is slowly dwindling, but every source I've come across says that the Wave is most definitely fatal, the only thing no one can agree on is how it kills.
It's funny, really, the world falls down around our ears and there are still people arguing on the internet.
One upside is that the Governor, may the Devil kiss his conservative ass, put a couple of measures into effect before he copped it yesterday. Most of the power plants and utilities are being prepared by what experts are left for automated operation and what few engineers who haven't come down with Wave are being sealed inside. Looks like power and running water will still be a thing at the end of the week. Maybe even till summer rolls around. Let's just hope that the Wave doesn't throw a curveball at us.
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I signed off of my laptop and began to pull on my cold weather clothes. Winter was well on the way and it wouldn't do to catch a cold during corpse disposal.
Yeah, my college was having it's own share of problems. We were still finding dead people all over the place, with more dying at every turn. Luckily, what's left of the college advisory board is treating this as a plague, despite arguments from the Biology department, meaning that the dead were recovered, recorded and then burned. Hell, we even had a natural bowl to throw the corpses into. After we built a bonfire in it. The scent of burning flesh leaves me craving bacon for some reason.
But, odd cravings aside, this grim business needs to dealt with.
Can't afford having any health hazards like corpses lying around, can we?
It was quiet. The light streaming in through my dorm-room window as my alarm failed to work again, a dull static sound replacing it's usual annoying electronic beep.
Hello. Day four of the end of the world.
I did not want to meet you so soon.
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Day 4 ATW (After the Wave)
Wayne's log, entry eighteen.
So the Wave continues to kill off humanity. The boards say that death tolls are rated at about seventy percent of the world's population.
Suites two is quiet. Entire buildings are empty, their inhabitants carted out like waste. I lost one of my dorm mates yesterday, KG. Nice girl, damn shame what happened to her.
I haven't caught it… yet.
It's just me and my Ex-boyfriend now…
I hate this. I hate everything right now.
Mom stopped texting a little while ago, her and the family are all ill. Best bet is on the Wave being the culprit.
I've already mourned them. The only certain thing right now is that the Wave kills. The population on the net is slowly dwindling, but every source I've come across says that the Wave is most definitely fatal, the only thing no one can agree on is how it kills.
It's funny, really, the world falls down around our ears and there are still people arguing on the internet.
One upside is that the Governor, may the Devil kiss his conservative ass, put a couple of measures into effect before he copped it yesterday. Most of the power plants and utilities are being prepared by what experts are left for automated operation and what few engineers who haven't come down with Wave are being sealed inside. Looks like power and running water will still be a thing at the end of the week. Maybe even till summer rolls around. Let's just hope that the Wave doesn't throw a curveball at us.
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I signed off of my laptop and began to pull on my cold weather clothes. Winter was well on the way and it wouldn't do to catch a cold during corpse disposal.
Yeah, my college was having it's own share of problems. We were still finding dead people all over the place, with more dying at every turn. Luckily, what's left of the college advisory board is treating this as a plague, despite arguments from the Biology department, meaning that the dead were recovered, recorded and then burned. Hell, we even had a natural bowl to throw the corpses into. After we built a bonfire in it. The scent of burning flesh leaves me craving bacon for some reason.
But, odd cravings aside, this grim business needs to dealt with.
Can't afford having any health hazards like corpses lying around, can we?
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Dromeosaur
Feathery Raptor of snowy planes and frozen sea
- Location
- The land of Trees and Squirrels
It's a zombie plague, isn't it?
After the end 0.2
Useless Writer
He who should not access the interwebs...
- Location
- Somewhere between Wolf 359 and Courscant
Day Five ATW
Wayne's log, entry nineteen.
Today went about as well as one could expect. I don't know if any of you ever watched that old vincent price movie. The one that was a precursor for I Am Legend? But I kinda understand how it felt to be constantly dragging the dead to a funeral pyre.
What few of us who'd remained were constantly at work either disposing of the dead or preserving perishable foods in the culinary department. The logic there being that what with harvest season over and most of the country dead, we wouldn't be seeing any further shipments of food , especially when the roads were snowed in.
I don't know, it's mostly to give the few who can't handle the dead something useful to do. Something to occupy our time with while we all came to terms with the newest potential end of mankind.
People stopped dying last night, or at least, we didn't have to do a round of knocking on doors to see who'd died last night. Better then the alternative right?
The advisory board is gone. We're kinda leaderless right now, a few students and the last remaining culinary professor are directing us now, but that's really only a stop-gap measure.
My uncle was on that advisory board.
I threw him onto the pile today. Rest in piece, Uncle Warren.
Am I the last one? Is my family all but spent?
Questions for the spring, I suppose.
We've circled our wagons, Teachers, students, staff, people from some of the closer homes. All of us are in suites two now. With several buildings to spare.
423. That's how many of us are left. Out of a population of nearly 8000 people. Only about five percent survived. A bit of morbid math indicates that we each had to drag roughly 20 corpses apiece to the pyre. Though it felt like so many more...
Council Bluffs, the town I grew up in, is more or less gone. A few people are still posting from there, but all the survivors seem to have either up-sticks and left or hidden away.
From what I've heard, some places have it better then us, some have it much worse. Hell, I heard that Salt Lake City has maybe fifty people left in it. Then there are some places that are completely untouched. Like Fort Bragg.
Fits doesn't it?
Anyway, I'm going to start keeping watch of our surroundings tonight. I've rallied a small group together and we've gathered enough walky-talkies that we can keep an eye on campus from the third floor windows. It sounds paranoid, but with the world going to shit, I wouldn't be surprised if we started seeing bandits skulking around.
We don't have a gun between us. But forewarned is forearmed right?
Wayne's log, entry nineteen.
Today went about as well as one could expect. I don't know if any of you ever watched that old vincent price movie. The one that was a precursor for I Am Legend? But I kinda understand how it felt to be constantly dragging the dead to a funeral pyre.
What few of us who'd remained were constantly at work either disposing of the dead or preserving perishable foods in the culinary department. The logic there being that what with harvest season over and most of the country dead, we wouldn't be seeing any further shipments of food , especially when the roads were snowed in.
I don't know, it's mostly to give the few who can't handle the dead something useful to do. Something to occupy our time with while we all came to terms with the newest potential end of mankind.
People stopped dying last night, or at least, we didn't have to do a round of knocking on doors to see who'd died last night. Better then the alternative right?
The advisory board is gone. We're kinda leaderless right now, a few students and the last remaining culinary professor are directing us now, but that's really only a stop-gap measure.
My uncle was on that advisory board.
I threw him onto the pile today. Rest in piece, Uncle Warren.
Am I the last one? Is my family all but spent?
Questions for the spring, I suppose.
We've circled our wagons, Teachers, students, staff, people from some of the closer homes. All of us are in suites two now. With several buildings to spare.
423. That's how many of us are left. Out of a population of nearly 8000 people. Only about five percent survived. A bit of morbid math indicates that we each had to drag roughly 20 corpses apiece to the pyre. Though it felt like so many more...
Council Bluffs, the town I grew up in, is more or less gone. A few people are still posting from there, but all the survivors seem to have either up-sticks and left or hidden away.
From what I've heard, some places have it better then us, some have it much worse. Hell, I heard that Salt Lake City has maybe fifty people left in it. Then there are some places that are completely untouched. Like Fort Bragg.
Fits doesn't it?
Anyway, I'm going to start keeping watch of our surroundings tonight. I've rallied a small group together and we've gathered enough walky-talkies that we can keep an eye on campus from the third floor windows. It sounds paranoid, but with the world going to shit, I wouldn't be surprised if we started seeing bandits skulking around.
We don't have a gun between us. But forewarned is forearmed right?
- Location
- america
Really? In a town of ~8000, with >400 people? Just take the guns from the houses of the dead or police or arms depot
Rajvik_wolfboy
Wolf amongst the stars.
- Location
- Florida
The problem is that certain types of people just don't think like that. I will end my commentary there other than to say good start of a story, I will wIt to see what else you come up with.
Useless Writer
He who should not access the interwebs...
- Location
- Somewhere between Wolf 359 and Courscant
We're on a college campus, not in Town. Town is maybe four miles to the west of where we are with a population of roughly 70k. The 8000 was just the population that lived on campus, people have been kicked out for having guns before and security has maybe one tazer amongst them. You do the math.
After the end 0.3
Useless Writer
He who should not access the interwebs...
- Location
- Somewhere between Wolf 359 and Courscant
Day 5 ATW
Nightwatch Logs
7:00pm, Watch Begins.
8:43pm, Building eight reports the sound of a crash out on the highway, requests permission to take a posse out and look for survivors, what with emergency services being out of commission.
8:47pm, posse gathered, medical staff (Nursing students) preparing for triage.
8:51pm, posse arrives at crash site. Three car collision. One survivor. Unconscious with minor wounds. Fire extinguishers used to put out minor fires. Cars looted for supplies.
9:07pm, posse returns. Supplies stored in the student center. Guns are divided from supplies and put under lock and key. Survivor is placed in Building Ten and restrained. Is currently under observation by medical staff.
10:53pm, Building Nine reports movement.
11:02pm, Building Nine requests Suites 2 be put on lockdown. States "Ain't no fucking way those fuckers are still alive"
11:06pm, Lockdown initiated
11:10pm, First floor locked down and abandoned.
11:33pm, unidentified assailants gain entry to Building Ten through windows in suites 1011, 1013, and 1017. Assailants can be heard assailing the locked doors. No one understands why they don't give up after a few moments.
12:23am, earplugs distributed to second floor of Building Ten in response to unpleasant noises.
2:45am, Motorcycles roar through college roads, last sighted heading for the interstate.
3:39am, group from Building Ten seizes guns, stating "We can't take this shit anymore. We're clearing them out."
3:41am, Building Ten watchman requests to lead the fight, stating martial skills necessary to disable assailants. Granted
3:46am, last assailant eliminated. Three lives lost due to " people being damn stupid!" according to Building Ten watchman. Confirmation of Building Nine's assessment of Assailants. "Had to snap their necks to get em to stop moving. Heads are still biting. We got fucking Zombies."
4:45am, screams heard emanating from Highway. No suggestions of investigation.
5:05am, slain residents reanimate. Reanimation caught on camera. Lack of fluidic contact suggests against viral Zombies. Two Zombies terminated, one restrained and handicapped for future study.
6:00am. Night watch ends.
Nightwatch Logs
7:00pm, Watch Begins.
8:43pm, Building eight reports the sound of a crash out on the highway, requests permission to take a posse out and look for survivors, what with emergency services being out of commission.
8:47pm, posse gathered, medical staff (Nursing students) preparing for triage.
8:51pm, posse arrives at crash site. Three car collision. One survivor. Unconscious with minor wounds. Fire extinguishers used to put out minor fires. Cars looted for supplies.
9:07pm, posse returns. Supplies stored in the student center. Guns are divided from supplies and put under lock and key. Survivor is placed in Building Ten and restrained. Is currently under observation by medical staff.
10:53pm, Building Nine reports movement.
11:02pm, Building Nine requests Suites 2 be put on lockdown. States "Ain't no fucking way those fuckers are still alive"
11:06pm, Lockdown initiated
11:10pm, First floor locked down and abandoned.
11:33pm, unidentified assailants gain entry to Building Ten through windows in suites 1011, 1013, and 1017. Assailants can be heard assailing the locked doors. No one understands why they don't give up after a few moments.
12:23am, earplugs distributed to second floor of Building Ten in response to unpleasant noises.
2:45am, Motorcycles roar through college roads, last sighted heading for the interstate.
3:39am, group from Building Ten seizes guns, stating "We can't take this shit anymore. We're clearing them out."
3:41am, Building Ten watchman requests to lead the fight, stating martial skills necessary to disable assailants. Granted
3:46am, last assailant eliminated. Three lives lost due to " people being damn stupid!" according to Building Ten watchman. Confirmation of Building Nine's assessment of Assailants. "Had to snap their necks to get em to stop moving. Heads are still biting. We got fucking Zombies."
4:45am, screams heard emanating from Highway. No suggestions of investigation.
5:05am, slain residents reanimate. Reanimation caught on camera. Lack of fluidic contact suggests against viral Zombies. Two Zombies terminated, one restrained and handicapped for future study.
6:00am. Night watch ends.
Scholar of Time
Master of Lurking
- Location
- Born of Sands, Raised in Shadow
And now your watch is ended...funny how it's always the Night's Watch that gets stuck with the implacable revenants in the dead of winter. I blame GRRM....and possibly the lich of Gygax. Just saying, if anyone did it....*shrug*
Useless Writer
He who should not access the interwebs...
- Location
- Somewhere between Wolf 359 and Courscant
The RPG I'm basing this story off of is called Dead Reign. Look it up, it's actually quite cool.
- Location
- Italy
It seems interesting. I wonder how will go.