ROLEPLAY HQ - end-of-the-world

The world had ended. It was as simple as that, no amount of time would fix what had been done. From the first day chaos was sown, and due to that, after the first week, swarms of dead roamed through city streets. No one knows for certain how it happened, only that the dead was alive, having a bite or a scratch from them spread it, even just dying seemed to turn people. In order to kill them, you had to take out the brain. Lurkers were fast, not smart, attracted to blood, and noise. The morning was cold, fog rolling in on the streets. The city was quiet, as quiet as it could be as a few lurkers shambled around together. They were calm, nothing disturbed them as a figure moved on the rooftops, keeping an eye down below. Eden had survived the first few weeks of the apocalypse. Always on the move, but the supplies in the city were getting ransacked, the lurker to survivor ratio was becoming too large. They shifted the backpack of supplies frowning, the rifle close to them. Their eyes spotted a survivor, one who was trying to move silently away from the lurkers, Eden frowned at this eyes tracking the other person, their steps were careful, but not careful enough. A crack was heard from broken glass, causing the other survivor to freeze up before running. The lurkers took their chance, fast. Eden aimed the rifle pulling the trigger, a loud crack filled the air as the lurker staggered forward before falling. Eden took another breath before aiming at the second lurker, another shot, and it was down. Eden stood up, looking down at the survivor before turning to move away. There was no need to get involved. Not when they were planning on leaving the city. Now, a month had passed, Eden had survived thus far, but still had messed up. Lead a group to their home that they had made from a small train station. They were forced forward as the raiders lead Eden into their own camp. Their eyes studied the place, remaining silent. Having to stay calm. @Cecil

Eden, among other mismatched prisoners, were led through the smallish camp of bandits made up of mostly men armed to the teeth, but there was the occassional woman here or there. The bandits watched the prisoners be taken to the old police station at the far side of camp. Walking inside, the group were led to the holding cells, which had been reinforced with whatever pieces of scrap they could find. Any valuables, such as weapons, ammo, and food were taken from them, and then the lead bandit walked over to a young man with his head down on a desk, smacking him upside the head. "Hey! Luke! How many times do I have to tell ya, no sleeping on the job! We've got new ones, get them in there, now!" The younger man, looking to be in his early 20s, seemed far more out of place in this camp. He didn't have the same bloodlust in his eyes, seemed far more nervous than the others, and lacked the visible scars that often came with being a bandit. "..Y-Yes.. sorry.." Standing up, Luke got out the keys to the cell doors and pull them open, allowing the others to shove the prisoners in roughly before Luke closed it up. "Now no more sleeping on the job, dammit. That's how people get out, and you know what happens to someone who lets the prisoners escape." "Y-Yes, of course.. It won't happen again!" Luke stammered out. Then the others left, laughing amongst themselves at Luke's expense, and he slid back into his chair with a heavy sigh. What the hell was he doing with his life? @Micha Myers

Eden flinched being pushed into the cell with the others. Looking around, there had to be ten others, and with how small the cell was, it was uncomfortable. Small with a bench, iron bars, and a small window at the top of the wall. No obvious way out. “Dammit.” They muttered softly. Their rifle and knife was taken from them, and with the two weapons Eden didn’t feel safe. They couldn’t sit down, pacing the cell, unlike the other prisoners already seemed to have sit down to wait, thinking that just maybe, some luck would be on their side. Then, their pale blue eyes stopped at Luke, he wasn’t like the raiders, that much was clear. Eden came close to the cell door, gently placing their hands on the bars. There was no way fully out of this cell, not at the moment. But Luke was a curiosity to Eden, after all he didn’t seem like a raider, this caused their eyes to narrow. “What’s going to happen to us?” Eden called out. They weren’t expecting an answer, but might as well try. @Cecil

He seemed to be staring off into space as she looked over at him. The young man wore dirtied jeans, a pale shirt and an old red sweatshirt tied around his waist. His hair went down to his neck, and while wild, seemed fairly well taken care of, all things considered, with faded red tips on the longer right side. When Eden spoke to him, it took him a moment to register that they were talking to him. "Oh.. uh.." He paused. The others didn't want him talking to the prisoners.. They said he was too soft, and if he was caught talking to them, he'd be thrown in with them for a few nights.. "..If you're lucky, they'll just find a use for you here. If not, they'll either kill you on the spot or throw you to those monsters.." His tone was much softer than would typically be expected from a bandit. @Micha Myers

“Right.” They muttered. Crossing their arms. “So be useful or die.” Eden looked to the others, the gears in their mind turning. Their foot tapped a bit as they thought, pulling the brown leather jacket close to them. Their red hair pulled up into a loose bun, there was scarring down their cheek, combat boots and jeans. As they paced again their footsteps here light. The other prisoners were silent, especially after hearing that exchange. The threat of death loomed heavy in the air. And that seemed to just piss Eden off more. “Why don’t you just sit down.” One of the men said, trying to stop Eden from moving again. “You pacing isn’t going to help.” He went to put a hand on Eden shoulder, though they flinched away at it narrowing their eyes. The man stopped, just shaking his head, before sitting back down. Eden sighed and sat down as well. Leaning their back against the wall. But Luke could see them staring at him, watching him. @Cecil

He didn't like being the bearer of bad news to these people, but it wasn't like he had a choice. He was the bandits' jailor, his sole job at the moment being to watch over the prisoners and make sure that they didn't try to escape. Maybe if they knew what their options were, they'd be quiet. That certainly seemed to work, so Luke turned his attention away from the cell for now, reaching down into the drawer of the desk and pulling out an old book, clearly beaten and battered by years of ownership. Slowly, he opened it and began reading silently to himself. Every so often, including whenever the man spoke to Eden about sitting down, Luke would glance up from where he sat, making sure nobody was causing a commotion or doing anything that'd get him in trouble. That meant he'd often make eye contact with Eden, which caused him to quickly turn his attention back to his book. Eye contact had never been his strong suit, not one bit. He wasn't sure if he was imagining it or not, which he probably wasn't given the circumstances, but he thought there was anger in their eyes. Intense anger directed at him, this whole situation, the fact that they were in there and he was out here.. That perceived anger made him spend more time reading his book, especially as the minutes passed. @Micha Myers

Eden took a deep breath in, before sighing. There was nothing they could do now. Not without their weapons. So, all that could be done was wait. Time had passed. There was no telling how much, but the sun started to set. Eden closed their eyes. Listening, they could hear the noise of the camp outside, but they were trying to hear if any lurkers were out. No one was yelling, so that must’ve meant something. “How much longer is this going to take?” They finally spoke again. Other than a few whispers amongst each other. No one had dared tried to speak up. This earned glances from the other prisoners. Some of them shaking their head. Most thought it was best to stay quiet. But Eden felt like a sitting duck. Growing more and more restless. It didn’t help that they were growing hungry. @Cecil

Soon after the sun set, one of the bandits brought Luke a bowl of some kind of food, from the smell it was likely some kind of canned soup, and some bread. After the bandit left, he stood up and walked over to the cell, holding the bread out for someone to take. "..I don't know how long it'll be before they give you anything to eat or do anything with you.. But here, this is all I can really give you all for now. Anything else, and they'll start getting suspicious." He answered Eden's question and offered the group of prisoners his bread at the same time, hinting towards some kindness in his heart. Maybe he was soft, but he wasn't with these people to go out of his way to hurt everyone. He just wanted safety. Security. This group gave him a chance for that without putting him in too much trouble. They didn't take him on raids, so he never had to deal with the brunt of the firefights.. He liked it that way. @Micha Myers

Eden tilted their head at him. It was strange. Seeing that, a rare sight these days. They just shook their head, and let someone else take the bread. A woman who seemed to have come in with her husband, who looked in rough shape. “What’s your name?” They couldn’t help but to ask, they lowered their voice, not exactly angry at this point. Eden got up, steadying themselves by placing a hand on the wall. They seemed to be studying Luke now that he was closer, but instead of that edge they had earlier, it was calmer, collected. “.. I’m Eden.” They finally spoke again. Use to, they may have offered a hand. But it stayed firmly down by their side. @Cecil

He started to step away after the bread was taken, stopping only when they asked what his name was. "..I..I'm not supposed to be talking with the prisoners. I don't want to get in trouble." Clearly, this man was fearful of his fellow bandits, not wanting to put a bigger target on his back. His body language, something that was clearer to Eden now that he was closer, showed that he was nervous all the time. Most loud sounds made him jump, he seemed to shy away from the others when they approached.. When they introduced themselves, he seemed conflicted. "..Luke. My name is Luke." Then he made his way back to his desk and began to eat his soup silently, glancing over his shoulder every now and then at the door. @Micha Myers

“Thank you Luke.” Eden couldn’t help but smile, a small one that quickly vanished as silence passed over everyone. The only one talking was the woman with the bread. Eden watched as she was trying to get her husband to eat, frowning. They were going over what Luke had said, how the raiders would be the one to decide. Even though sleep wouldn’t help, Eden couldn’t help themselves, they were exhausted from the day, couldn’t stop from closing their eyes. They awoke to voices talking, the raiders coming in, they were armed, glaring at the prisoners. “Get them out. Time to see what we got.” @Cecil

It was definitely getting late, and a part of him was nervous that the others wouldn't come get the prisoners before he passed out from staying up for a good chunk of the night. When the others did arrive, he got up and nodded quickly. "..Right away!" Stepping forward with the keys, he quickly unlocked the cell and opened it, allowing the others to go in and grab everyone with little concern for their comfort. They were dragged out to the front of the police station, forced onto their knees, and forced to wait for their turn to be inspected. The general rule was if they were sick or otherwise weak, they were going to be sent to their death at the hands of the lurkers. If they seemed like they could be useful in some way, whether it be carrying supplies, cooking, cleaning, or anything the raiders wanted, they were to be taken back inside and held there until they were taken to their more permanent living spaces tomorrow. Luke watched from the window to see who was being kept, a small frown on his face. This was always the worst part- If any loved ones were together, they'd usually be torn apart because their work kept them separate, or one of them would be thrown out to be killed. He never liked watching it, but something about one person.. Eden.. they were different from the rest. Nobody else had ever asked his name. @Micha Myers

Eden didn’t fight them as they took the prisoners out. Trying to suppress the anger that built up in them, knowing it was on their best interest to stay silent and comply for now. The group that had been brought in was small as it was, only a handful of people, a quicker process for tonight. One by one, Eden watched as people got separated in two groups, heard the pleading of the woman who was just trying to help her husband, but under threat of death, she had quieted down. Eden had watched all of this, eventually being put into the group of people that get to stay. Never once was a word heard out of them, not like it mattered, as long as the group was compliant the raiders didn’t care. As the small group they were keeping lead back into the prison, the rest were lead towards the gates of the camp, no weapons nor food. No chance of survival. “Make sure they stay quiet. We will be back in the morning.” It was the same thing every time a group of prisoners were here. And the new few days would determine the rest of their fate. Eden watched the raiders leave, leaving Luke with about five people now to watch over. They sighed before going to the woman who had lost her husband. Speaking low to her in a soft whisper. The woman could only nod her head before Eden went back to their spot by the bars. @Cecil

The man watched from inside the police station, a slight frown on his face. The selection process was simply barbaric.. But necessary, that's how it'd been explained to him. He thought it was better to not have them suffer here if they were physically incapable of doing so.. He was glad that Eden was chosen to stay, however. Something about them just.. was different. Luke couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it seemed like they were.. stronger than the rest. Sighing, he shook his head and stepped away from the window. If only he was strong, he wouldn't need to be ruining lives by working with these monsters.. but he wasn't, so there was no use dwelling on it. Luke walked over to his desk and waited for the prisoners to be brought in. "..Get some sleep, all of you." He yawned loudly. "They'll put you to work tomorrow, then you'll be put somewhere else to sleep." With that, he stood up and laid down on a cot on the other side of the room, thankful for the rest. @Micha Myers

Slowly everyone started to sleep, Eden was wanting to keep watch but, as soon as they were sure the people in the cell was asleep they looked to Luke. “Luke. You awake?” They spoke soft at first, there was a silence for a moment before Eden started to talk again, back against the bars. “I’m going to need your help. Find me when you can tomorrow.” Eden knew they weren’t going to be able to talk much tonight. Everyone was to exhausted, and even they were feeling the effects of the day. So eventually, they fell asleep. The next day, early in the morning the group of prisoners were taken, put to work. The new people wouldn’t be put on high risk jobs, the raiders waiting for them to adjust to the camp, and if they caused any problems, then they would be expelled from it. Eden was set to cook, for now, the woman who they had talked to earlier with them. But Eden, their mind was somewhere else, watching the camp, studying the routines. @Cecil

The man showed no sign of having heard Eden's request to talk with them the next day, as his back was turned to them as he laid on his cot. He was awake, however, and had heard everything they said, a small frown on his face. There was too much on his mind, especially about the prisoners. Somehow, he had a feeling he'd regret going to talk to them.. With the next day having arrived, and the prisoners put to work in the camp, Luke had been reassigned to watching over the wall for any lurkers, as well as making sure none of the prisoners tried to escape. Generally, the bandits seemed pretty relaxed in the camp. They bullied the prisoners and sometimes others in their group into doing whatever needed doing, usually bringing food or women to their tents or rooms. Others were maintaining their weapons, or discussing amongst themselves about other raids. After a couple hours, he made his way over to where Eden was working. With a hushed tone, he spoke. "..You want to talk?" @Micha Myers

Eden had kept their head down low all day. They knew the drill, but when Luke came over they only gave a glanced at Luke before speaking. “I did,” They continued to work, giving a soft hum. “You’re not like the rest of them.” Eden was blunt. There was no beating around the bush with this, not when time was on the line. “This place won’t last long. I’ve seen groups like this, it always ends up breaking down, and you won’t want to be here when it does.” Eden finally fully looked up at him. “I have a plan, but I’ll need your help. If you even want to leave.” It was clear, Eden wasn’t going to stick around. They didn’t think that it was safe, and would rather take their chances out with the lurkers. It wasn’t like Eden hasn’t before, they were caught a little ways outside the town that the camp resided in. @Cecil

The bluntness of their words made him hesitate. While the people here weren't known for their tact, it was usually with a raised voice and with several more swears. Instinctually, he flinched away from Eden's words. In order to not draw too much attention to himself, he stepped out of the main walkway. "..I'm.. listening.. I can't promise that I'll be able to help.." He didn't have much in the way of skill. Or talent. Or much use at all. Honestly, he thought the only reason the others kept him around was so they had someone to berate when they needed a verbal punching bag. There was a part of him that would be happy if these people were wiped off the map.. But the other part of him would miss the security of the group.. It was difficult to imagine how he'd survive without them. @Micha Myers

“I see how they treat you. And that isn’t right.” Eden hummed slightly. Seeing Luke flinch, they cursed themselves in their head. Deciding to take a softer approach. “You know this place better than I do. You know their routine, their schedules, you know more about them. I don’t want to cause trouble, but I want to take my weapons, some supplies, and leave.” Eden knew this was a gamble. Luke could either help them, or turn them in to the other raiders. If Eden was forced out there without a weapon, it would take a day max for something to happen. “Ultimately, it’s your choice.” Eden finished. In truth, they wanted to tear this place down, knew it was a matter of time with how many lurkers this place attracted. “I’m not going to force you, but I don’t want to stay here and watch this place go down.” @Cecil

He frowned as he listened to them talk. Yeah, he knew all that stuff, didn't like how these people handled things, or how they treated him.. But there was safety here. A lot of bodies and a wall between him and the lurkers outside. That's why he'd joined with these people in the first place, forgoing any of his personal beliefs on the matter. His eyes turned away from Eden, scanning the camp as a whole. As of late, things had been getting worse.. People were crankier, raids were coming up shorter and shorter, and there had been a noticable increase the gunfire around the wall, presumably due to more lurkers approaching.. How much longer could this powderkeg survive before the fuse lit? They could turn on each other any time.. Letting out a quiet, sad sigh, he looked back to them. "..I.. want to come with you. At least until you get a fair distance away from here.. I know i'm not that good at anything out there, so I don't want to slow you down any further than that." @Micha Myers

Eden took a deep breath. It was better than nothing, they could admit that. It would have to do, besides, Eden couldn’t decide if it was better to be alone than not. Finally after some time, they answered. “Agreed. Help me leave tonight. All I want is my rifle, I know there has to be a period of time where they are changing shifts, something. A small gap of time to slip away.” There was a small pause before they softly whispered. “And should we ever cross paths, I will remember this.” Help in the apocalyptic end times were rare, so with this help they would remember it. And should Luke ever need their help. Eden wasn’t going to ask for supplies, or risk it. Just happy for the chance to leave. Happy for someone to agree. “As I said, you know their jobs and schedules better than I. I’ll be waiting for you.” Eden started to walk away, after all they didn’t want to be caught now. Not when things were being set in motion. @Cecil

He looked toward the wall for a few moments. "..Around 11 pm, when evening watch switches to the night watch. There's a ten minute gap between those watches as people get their gear on and get up to the wall." That was their best chance to get anywhere. He could get them over the wall fairly easily, the complicated part was getting him out. He wasn't like the others, who often went out through the gate. Him leaving would draw a lot of attention if he wasn't careful about it. His eyes scanned the area, looking for other options of escape. The gate was a no-go, the wall was a bit too tall for him to get down without some help, there weren't any other exits, at least as far as he knew.. Over the next few hours, Luke focused on staying unnoticed, which wasn't hard. The weaker members of the group always escaped other people's attention unless they wanted something. Once night began to approach, he snuck into the equipment lockup and grabbed a handful of things, including Eden's rifle and some ammo for it. Then, he went and grabbed his own things from his cot, including his blanket. After stashing everything near the back corner of the wall, Luke went to get Eden. "..Hey, it's time." @Micha Myers

Eden couldn’t sleep. It was hard to when you were so used to being on alert, so when Luke had appeared they were already prepared. Their jacket closed around them, boots laced up tight. Their hair being pulled up tightly. “Let’s go then.” Eden knew it was a short window of time. They would rather not get caught. The camp was as silent as it could be. Most being asleep as it was only the guards who were up, watching. But like clockwork. There was a gap where no one was at the wall. Both of them found a spot, one that seemed devoid of the sounds that Lurkers usually made. Eden was silent as they strained to hear anything. “Seems it’s clear.” They mumbled softly before looking to Luke, they had their rifle slung over their back, prepared for if they were wrong. “Coming in I saw a building that can provide cover, looks abandoned. We can meet there once you get out.” @Cecil

"Okay. I'll boost you up, and then you use this to lower yourself down." He held out his blanket. "It's not much, but it should lower you down to the point where you won't get hurt if you fall. I'll have to go the long way to get up there, then do the same. If I don't show up after an hour, just go." He did exactly as he said- Boosting Eden up so that they could get over the wall. As casually as possible, he started to walk over to the ladder up to the wall. "Hey, Luke! Where're you going?" A voice quickly cut through the quiet camp, and as Luke turned, one of the bigger raiders were standing there. "O-Oh.. I was just gonna go take a shift on the wall.." "Is that so?" Luke took a couple steps back as the raider closed the distance in a couple large steps. "I don't recall you being one we put on the wall."

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"I volunteered." He replied. The raider's eyes narrowed. "..Really now? When do you ever volunteer for anything? And why do you need a backpack for the wall, huh?" Luke swallowed hard. "It's just snacks and stuff from my bunk." The raider reached for the bag, causing Luke to step away before he could. "If you don't give me that bag, I'll have to get the others, Luke. And you don't want me to get the others." "I'm not doing anything wrong, man. I don't get why you have to act like I am."

"You think you're so sly, Luke. You're trying to leave, aren't you? You've never been driven to do anything here because you're weak. Well, you know what we do to people who try to dissent." The man lunged forward before a loud BANG filled the air. Stepping back, Luke's hands were shaking as he gripped the pistol tightly, the raider in front of him collapsing from the bullet to his chest. Seconds later, shouts began to sound, which caused Luke to run for it. Throwing open the lock to the gate, he pulled it open as the gunfire began behind him. As soon as he slipped out, he ran. If he was lucky, the gunfire would draw lurkers to the camp, and then they'd have those to deal with instead of looking for him. If he wasn't, then he'd have a whole band of raiders hunting him within the hour. He swung out wide, and then moved to see if Eden was still at the meetup spot. @Micha Myers

Eden had ran the moment their feet hit the ground, ears straining for any lurkers that seemed to lurk around. When they heard the gunshots coming from the camp behind them, Eden stopped for just a moment. They held their breath waiting, and then they saw it. A heard of lurkers, shambling off towards the camp. They were starting to pick up speed, drawn by the sounds of continuous gunfire. Eden started moving again. Seeing the building in sight. “Shit.” They mumbled quickly breaking inside the building. It was abandoned yes, but not much cover. A second story building. Pulling their rifle off their back, Eden started up the stairs, but with nothing seemingly moving dead or alive. Looking through the rooms, it seemed to be just bedrooms. Two main ones, one looking out to the backyard, and the master bedroom looking out to the street. They stationed themselves at the window. The lurkers were growing in size, and now Eden could see Luke running to the house. They had their rifle ready and loaded, steady. If any lurkers got close to Luke, Eden would take the shot in order to cover him. @Cecil

Upon seeing the lurkers approaching, Luke cursed. There were innocents in the camp that would be trapped.. Yeah, the bandits would be killed, but so would the rest of them.. The pistol in his hand shook as he stared at the open gate. That's when a body hit the ground beside him, catching Luke's attention. A lurker with a bullet in its head, taken out by Eden. Letting out a long series of curses, Luke shook his head and began to run again. Like a coward. That's all he was, all he'd ever be. They never kept him around to be helpful. They wanted a watchdog. A watch puppy.. Someone they could kick around to let out their anger, but would serve such a simple purpose.. And he let them. What other option did he have? But now he was running from that as well. It wasn't like he could do anything else. Running to the house, he quickly went inside and put his back against the wall, his hands shaking and his knees weak. Sliding down, his pistol slid out of his hand as he began to hyperventilate. "I-I.. killed.. all those.. people.." @Micha Myers

Once seeing Luke get closer, Eden ran down the stairs, when he got through the open door, she slammed it shut blocking it with a table nearby. “What the hell happened—” They paused, their eyes studying Luke seeing him shake like that, seeing the pistol fall from his hands. “Luke. Breathe.” They were right beside him now, kneeling down. “We’re going to need to move again.” There was no time to waste, the sounds of multiple gunfire and the loudness of the Lurkers could be heard. Hearing Luke saying how he killed them, “Luke I know. I know it feels like that but please, we aren’t safe here.” The edge in their voice became softer, and they rested a hand on his shoulder. Eden knew damn well they couldn’t force Luke to get up, and there was to many Lurkers to drag him. But they had to try something. @Cecil

He heard movement from upstairs, but all he could focus on was his hands, on the blood on them. How many people would die? How many innocents? How many of his 'friends'? Those raiders.. Movement to his side, a door blocked by a table, and then suddenly a figure kneeling beside him. Breathe. Move. Not safe. Breathe. Move. Not safe. He couldn't tell what they were saying, but those words stuck out in his mind. Breathe. But he was breathing.. Too hard, too fast. His hands balled into fists, his fingernails digging into his palms. That slight pain started to pull him out of his own mind, his breathing slowing down, becoming more stable. Looking up, his eyes met Eden's for a moment before he looked away, a sharp frown on his face. "..Sorry." Had he really broken down here? When they were in such danger? God, he was an idiot. Reaching down, he carefully picked up his pistol, pushing himself to his feet. As he walked over to a window and peeked outside, he mentally kicked himself. He risked his life to get out of that place, how could he just break down and nearly get them both killed so soon? That was just like the weak little watchdog that he was. Can't even keep his nerve. "..There's a few of them headed this way, probably from me.. But most are focused on the camp." @Micha Myers

“Okay. We’ll go out the back, into the woods. My base should be close by.” Eden stood up quickly going through the kitchen. There was a screen door that lead to the back. A perfect escape for the both of them, when they get far enough from the lurkers then Luke can wash off the blood. “This way!” They called, seeing an opening. They dashed through the backyard and over the small chain length dense that was around the back yard. Glancing back to make sure Luke was following, Eden set the pace through the forest, knowing how Lurkers could just pop out, rifle at the ready. There was no slowing down, not until the forest brush began to become thicker, a gravel road appearing. @Cecil

As Eden took control of the situation, he nodded. This was so much easier- Having someone else lead the way and give orders? That he could handle. Pushing himself to his feet as they began to look for an exit, he was quick to follow once they found one. Luke wasn't the most fit person in the world, but he was able to keep up well enough, though Eden was still faster than him. Vaulting over the fence, he glanced around quickly, trying his best to make sure that nothing caught him off guard as he worked to keep up with Eden. As they ran, Luke watched Eden move confidently through the brush. They clearly knew their way around the area, so maybe they were a local? Or they just knew how to handle themselves. That was more likely.. Not like him. He didn't know what he wanted to do, didn't know where to go. "..So.. what now?" @Micha Myers

“We grab my bag of supplies and we keep moving.” Eden spoke calmly. “If any of the raiders survive, we don’t want to be in the area. Maybe move somewhere out west?” Eden frowned at this eyebrows furrowing. It was clear she was trying to concentrate on just surviving. Silence fell between the two as they walked. Eden took a deep breath before sighing. While she didn’t want to ask this she had too. “What are you planning now? You can’t go back.” She was thinking on his words. “I don’t want to slow you down any further than that.” but what now? Even if some of the raiders were alive, it wasn’t looking good. And while yes, she was use to being alone, it felt wrong to just part ways now. It didn’t take long for a building to appear. A small cabin, one that looked well maintained considering everything. Eden walked up the wooden stairs that creaked ever so slightly. @Cecil