Living is better than dying Who: Poison (Evelyn Ormond) When: February 23rd Where: Trapped in a city What: Surviving Rating: PG
Evelyn groaned and pushed her snaky friends away. It was morning again. Time to try and get something useful done. She stood up and opened the door of the small storeroom and stepped out into a rooftop greenhouse. The plants were not very healthy. She wasn't one for growing things. No, she had actually chosen this spot due to the lovely rays of sun that fell down through the windows. Throughout the area a multitude of different shaped and sized rocks lay about with snakes going here and there. That was another reason, this place kept heat really well. Something that both her and her little friends needed.
Being stuck here had not been her plan. She knew things were getting bad, but there had been just one final task she had to take care of that had brought her to the city. Ironically enough, she had needed to kill someone. Many would have just let it be and assume that they would probably die anyways, but she wasn't like that. She needed to KNOW the man was dead. At the time it had been extremely important to her and her business. Little would she know that things would get this bad, that her company and reputation didn't really matter anymore. The world had fallen under this plague. However she had known that this city would fall. She had just misjudged the time she had before that happened.
Only a few moments after that man was dead, she had noticed that people were flooding out of the city. Apparently the dam of panic had broken early. She herself hadn't bothered with trying to drive out, knowing how bad the roads would be. She had alternative travel planned. There was a helicopter planned to meet her. That traffic had slowed her still, hoards of people were hard to get around. The riots and looting had slowed her down. More than one attacker had found themselves quickly dead mistaking her for an easy mark. Finally she arrived at the site, only to see the copter pulling away, laden with others. She cursed and tried to hurry, but it was too late. She pulled out her phone, but the it wouldn't work. The lines were full with too many people trying to get their own messages out.
She had returned to her place to try and use better means to contact her people. None of them worked. Things crashed quickly. Time passed and she and her friends had moved to their new place. She hated the dark well enough anyways, given her strange biological needs. At first, she just tried to get communications out, and to try to get a hold of her people. Then she considered trying to leave and and realized she had no idea where to go. There had to be people still out there, as mutants weren't able to be infected. While she had a few ideas, she wasn't certain. Also... there was the problem of actually getting there. She needed warmth or she would not be able to function. Falling asleep anywhere that wasn't safe and barricaded would mean her death. She knew that anyplace she could try to go to would be a long drive. That meant she had to get a car, be able to get it out of there, and have enough fuel to get to where ever she needed to go. Plus she would have to have plenty of food as she couldn't count on finding any on her way, plenty of warm clothes and blankets. It seemed a daunting task.
Still she had set herself to it. Evelyn hadn't survived her parent's attempt on her life in the wilds of Australia to give up now. She picked up a gun and headed out. At least she knew how to use her own company's products. That had been extremely helpful as she had no desire to get close to the infected at all. She was sure they would die if they actually tried to eat her but really didn't want to test the idea. Plus... chances are she wouldn't survive the experience either. Food and current necessities was first priority. Then she would start looking for and collecting what she needed to get herself out of here.