It's The End Of The World As We Know It

Sarah looked down at her stockpile. Too much, or too little? Shrugging, she began packing it into the backpack she'd brought with her into the store.

She had been running, almost on autopilot, since arriving in Boston. All those drills with John had paid off, and finding clothing and shelter had been relatively easy. (It helped that she wasn't worried about radiation or machines attacking.) The next day she'd set off to gather supplies, and begin to search out other survivors.

It was eerie walking through abandoned streets, around empty cars and past rubble. It was like every post-apocalyptic movie she and John had ever joked about, only worse. John was missing. She was marking store locations on a map she'd grabbed from the first gas station she'd come across, and this took her mind off her worries.

Now she hefted the backpack and slid it on. The spare clothing lay against her back, protecting it from the cans of food. She had yet to find a sports store to arm herself with weaponry, but that could come later. Right now she had to find any other people who were left. According to the Boston-area map, the museum was a few blocks away. Hopefully, any survivors would think to gather there.

Hopefully there would be other survivors.

Tara had been in her dorm room with Willow, desperately trying to find a spell that could stop all the weird weather in California and the rest of the world. Then the air had literally torn open and a powerful force had ripped her from Willow's arms. She lost consciousness at some point, and when she woke up, she found herself lying on concrete. Dazed, she stood, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings. The road in front of her torn up and covered with rubble from collapsing buildings, but when she turned around, she found a building that looked relatively intact and museum-like. Hoping to find something that would tell her where she was, she headed towards it.

She tentatively walked up the steps and passed through the front doors and moved through the quiet, dark entrance hall. There was no one at the desk marked "Information Center," and the phone she found there didn't work. She moved further into the museum and turned left down a corridor, casting a spell to light her way.

The first exhibit she stumbled across was a history of shoes. She smiled a little, thinking Buffy would enjoy it. If, you know, the world wasn't ending outside.

[Game on! Open to any in the MFA/Back Bay group! Feel free to stumble into the MFA or holler from the outside.]