Kubadi
29-11-2004, 18:04
OOC: Right guys, I was bored and after reading a quick thread on America and it's dependence on oil I got thinking. Imagine the world's gone to hell; oil ran out, wars got more violent, mass riots, anarchy and lawlessness. No real governments exist much anymore; they had nothing to help them maintain their levels of discipline as the armed forces attempted to help themselves. Now, where you go from this I don't mind; play whoever you want. The only thing I imagine is that people are either working in bands or alone; they don't trust people much anymore, as 'warlords' and raiders would no doubt have made many of the world's major cities little more than warzones. But besides that, do whatever.
This is my particular setting, set in Scotland, but you can have it anywhere you want.
I'll start...
IC:
The shrill whsitling of the wind was the only sound to fill the silent, dirty streets of Glasgow's Union Street (Scotland). A light drizzle fell from the ash-black clouds above, bouncing lightly from the roofs of the great line of abandoned vehicles. Buses sat in silence, their windows smashed, the rain soaking through the crude fabric of the chairs. Around them, cars sat in varying states of erosion, some almost intact while the almost skeletal-like frames of others showing them to be the victims of thieves. Newspaper stuck to the ground like tar, headlines flashing such panicking titles as "The end of the world has come!" and such drivel exposing themselves to a remorseless sky.
From the bottom of the street, upon the 'Four Corners' of fast food restaurants, there was a slight movement. Within the KFC restaurant, a single figure stood beside its rusted doors, his breath in ragged gasps. Quickly he looked up and down the streets, eyes scanning for any movement, any at all. For several moments he stood stock still, before letting out one little sigh of relief. He snapped his head back for an instant.
"Rachel, let's go."
A woman appeared beside him, carrying a small ragged bundle in her hands. Her eyes were full of fear as she stared at him.
"They're late. Why haven't they arrived for us?" She whispered, moving close to him.
"I don't know..." He replied,continuing to scan the street outside. He took one final deep breath and stepped outside. "Jason!" He heard her hiss behind him, but ignored her as he moved to the centre of the street and the protection of a car's broken frame.
Where the hell were they? Tam had promised that he would be back with the others before dark. Jason cursed softly, sliding a small lead pipe from his jacket.
He hadn't even liked the idea of coming into the city centre, especially not where Argyle Street met Union. This part of the city was 'lawless'; not even Big Eck and his gang of lunatics had managed to claim it as their own, despite even that big fight two weeks ago. Big Eck's boys had given their all against the Grunge; bodies had littered the streets as the two gangs engaged one another in running battles through the empty shops and superstores. Still, despite rumours indicating that over forty men lost their lives the area had been left uncontested. What a place for Tam to suddenly decide to go 'treasure-hunting'.
The result had been as Jason had expected; absolutely nothing of value had been left behind since those massed riots of exactly four months ago, when the city, like most of the world had torn itself apart. They'd been left there by Tam over two hours before, as he and his 'mates' decided to go looking around George Square, a half-hour walk from their location once you'd picked through the crap lining the streets. Still, despite this they'd still not returned...
There was a rush of movement, and Rachel appeared by his side. The little bundle in her hands was shaking around, tiny little hands clutching at the air in a sight that made his heart swell.
"Jason, she's getting hungry. We need to get back to the others, now. If she starts-"
"I know; then we'll make ourselves obvious to every nutter, homeless fuck and thief know that we're stuck here by ourselves." Jason smiled; it was strange how he still considered them 'homeless'; any houses that were wanted had been claimed by squatters and, so long as they paid their 'lord' his rent they were left alone. There were no real homeless people anymore as there was always some empty house to rest in for the night.
"Right, we'll head up towards Sauchiehall street; from there it shouldn't take us too long to make it back to Maryhill, so long as we try and avoid Sharkey and his mates. You still got your knife?"
She nodded, indicating towards her pocket. Jason smiled grimly, "Right, let's go. I'll tell you, I'm going to kill Tam when I find him-"
There was a sound like an explosion beside him and he reacted instantly, grabbing Rachel and pulling her away. They ran to the KFC again, leaping through the broken windows as he dared a look back. Upon the roof of a battered Ford Escort, Tam's lifeless eyes stared back at him.
Laughter suddenly echoed around the crossroads, as Jason forced himself to look up. Across the street, four figures stood on the top floor of the McDonalds restaurant. All four stood laughing, the fading light glinting from the blads in their hands.
"Well, look at this, boys," One piped up, "Looks like this wee fag was telling the truth."
"A woman, too... " another started, "she'll be good for tonight, anyway..."
Jason moved backwards instictively, a futile act of defiance as he positioned himself before Rachel and lifted his weapon.
"Ha, look at that! Thinks he's gonna take us "homeless fucks"!" A third started, then they seemed to look at one another.
"Let's take him!" One roared, as they dashed back into the restaurant's interior, towards the stairs.
"Run!" Jason roared, pushing her away as he dashed towards the retaurant; he had stop them getting outside, he had to give her some time.
"Jason, no!" She cried after him; before him the first of the men appeared at the bottom of the stairs.
"Get out of here! Now! I love you!" He screamed again, taking one last look at her. She stood there for a moment, then began to dwindle in size as she bolted up the road, their child crying in her arms. Jason look ed back to his tormentors, the first was startled that he'd dared to come in after them.
"What the-?" He started, even as Jason's pipe caught him on the head in a spray of blood. He crumpled to the ground, broken, hardly even moving as Jason brought his foot down upon his throat.
Jason looked to the others advancing down the stairs and lifted his weapon again. "You won't hurt her..."
This is my particular setting, set in Scotland, but you can have it anywhere you want.
I'll start...
IC:
The shrill whsitling of the wind was the only sound to fill the silent, dirty streets of Glasgow's Union Street (Scotland). A light drizzle fell from the ash-black clouds above, bouncing lightly from the roofs of the great line of abandoned vehicles. Buses sat in silence, their windows smashed, the rain soaking through the crude fabric of the chairs. Around them, cars sat in varying states of erosion, some almost intact while the almost skeletal-like frames of others showing them to be the victims of thieves. Newspaper stuck to the ground like tar, headlines flashing such panicking titles as "The end of the world has come!" and such drivel exposing themselves to a remorseless sky.
From the bottom of the street, upon the 'Four Corners' of fast food restaurants, there was a slight movement. Within the KFC restaurant, a single figure stood beside its rusted doors, his breath in ragged gasps. Quickly he looked up and down the streets, eyes scanning for any movement, any at all. For several moments he stood stock still, before letting out one little sigh of relief. He snapped his head back for an instant.
"Rachel, let's go."
A woman appeared beside him, carrying a small ragged bundle in her hands. Her eyes were full of fear as she stared at him.
"They're late. Why haven't they arrived for us?" She whispered, moving close to him.
"I don't know..." He replied,continuing to scan the street outside. He took one final deep breath and stepped outside. "Jason!" He heard her hiss behind him, but ignored her as he moved to the centre of the street and the protection of a car's broken frame.
Where the hell were they? Tam had promised that he would be back with the others before dark. Jason cursed softly, sliding a small lead pipe from his jacket.
He hadn't even liked the idea of coming into the city centre, especially not where Argyle Street met Union. This part of the city was 'lawless'; not even Big Eck and his gang of lunatics had managed to claim it as their own, despite even that big fight two weeks ago. Big Eck's boys had given their all against the Grunge; bodies had littered the streets as the two gangs engaged one another in running battles through the empty shops and superstores. Still, despite rumours indicating that over forty men lost their lives the area had been left uncontested. What a place for Tam to suddenly decide to go 'treasure-hunting'.
The result had been as Jason had expected; absolutely nothing of value had been left behind since those massed riots of exactly four months ago, when the city, like most of the world had torn itself apart. They'd been left there by Tam over two hours before, as he and his 'mates' decided to go looking around George Square, a half-hour walk from their location once you'd picked through the crap lining the streets. Still, despite this they'd still not returned...
There was a rush of movement, and Rachel appeared by his side. The little bundle in her hands was shaking around, tiny little hands clutching at the air in a sight that made his heart swell.
"Jason, she's getting hungry. We need to get back to the others, now. If she starts-"
"I know; then we'll make ourselves obvious to every nutter, homeless fuck and thief know that we're stuck here by ourselves." Jason smiled; it was strange how he still considered them 'homeless'; any houses that were wanted had been claimed by squatters and, so long as they paid their 'lord' his rent they were left alone. There were no real homeless people anymore as there was always some empty house to rest in for the night.
"Right, we'll head up towards Sauchiehall street; from there it shouldn't take us too long to make it back to Maryhill, so long as we try and avoid Sharkey and his mates. You still got your knife?"
She nodded, indicating towards her pocket. Jason smiled grimly, "Right, let's go. I'll tell you, I'm going to kill Tam when I find him-"
There was a sound like an explosion beside him and he reacted instantly, grabbing Rachel and pulling her away. They ran to the KFC again, leaping through the broken windows as he dared a look back. Upon the roof of a battered Ford Escort, Tam's lifeless eyes stared back at him.
Laughter suddenly echoed around the crossroads, as Jason forced himself to look up. Across the street, four figures stood on the top floor of the McDonalds restaurant. All four stood laughing, the fading light glinting from the blads in their hands.
"Well, look at this, boys," One piped up, "Looks like this wee fag was telling the truth."
"A woman, too... " another started, "she'll be good for tonight, anyway..."
Jason moved backwards instictively, a futile act of defiance as he positioned himself before Rachel and lifted his weapon.
"Ha, look at that! Thinks he's gonna take us "homeless fucks"!" A third started, then they seemed to look at one another.
"Let's take him!" One roared, as they dashed back into the restaurant's interior, towards the stairs.
"Run!" Jason roared, pushing her away as he dashed towards the retaurant; he had stop them getting outside, he had to give her some time.
"Jason, no!" She cried after him; before him the first of the men appeared at the bottom of the stairs.
"Get out of here! Now! I love you!" He screamed again, taking one last look at her. She stood there for a moment, then began to dwindle in size as she bolted up the road, their child crying in her arms. Jason look ed back to his tormentors, the first was startled that he'd dared to come in after them.
"What the-?" He started, even as Jason's pipe caught him on the head in a spray of blood. He crumpled to the ground, broken, hardly even moving as Jason brought his foot down upon his throat.
Jason looked to the others advancing down the stairs and lifted his weapon again. "You won't hurt her..."