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Post by Mr.Revenge on Nov 18, 2008 21:08:41 GMT -5
Small towns or just very large docks, this is where a ship with a weary crew comes to get some time on dry, solid land. The docks are still operational in most places, and a small boat here and there may be available, but don’t get your hopes set on finding an actual whaling boat anywhere.
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Post by pabbicus on May 6, 2009 23:17:03 GMT -5
Gudbrand had had enough of whatever was out there. The walking dead was the stuff of fairy tales. Dead men lay in their graves, they don't get up and eat people! However, that was exactly what was going on. None of it made sense in his mind as the aging norseman drove down the highways, dodging the occasional abandoned car as he drove the other way, as far from Hammerfest as possible. Returning home was the first priority, return home and collect anything he might need. No information would reach him if he stayed at the farmstead until he starved to death, he realized.
'The only large city within 3,000 kilometers of here is Murmansk, in Russia,' The bearded man thought to himself, rubbing through his hair as he calmed himself to think, ', right, a large city like that can't be overrun, I'll go there and ask what is going on.' He finished, and with that he had his plan. In a few hours he would be home, and once he was done gathering up his things, it would be time to head to the port city for answers. Already it was getting dark, though the way home was engrained in his memory, he couldn't miss it if he tried. His headlights were cutting through an encroaching blanket of mist, unusually thick for this time of year. Today simply kept getting stranger as it went on.
The remoteness of the area meant the T-virus' spread would take a while to reach it, 95% of the small population in Finnmark stayed to the many small villages that dotted the coastline. The turn onto the beaten trail leading to his old home wasn't far now, even through the mist he could feel that, he just knew how to get home by instinct. It was pitch black out now, the stars shining brightly above as they always had, as if nothing in the world had changed in the billions of years since the stars started burning. As he turned the truck down the long and winding path, Gudbrand let out a sigh of relief. Nothing could harm him now, not so close to his ancient shelter. If only he could stay among the ruins of his ancestors forever, but some things, no matter how they are wanted, can't be.
Quickly the large man burst through his front door, ransacking his own home for everything he needed to survive. Some extra clothes, a bit of food, a few gallons of water, his cases of ammunition, all his tactical gear, and some other minor things among his belongings. He would be back when all this was over, of course, but for now things were desperate and a long journey was ahead. After he finished loading up his truck, Gudbrand walked to the ancient grove, the burial grounds he had loved as a child, for a final visit before his departure.
In the mist, it felt... different. It felt as if nature was slowly becoming a perverse mockery of her once glorious self. It was eerily peaceful in the woods, as if it could explode into a whirlwind of destruction and death at a single word. It was almost chilling, until the norseman entered the sacred burial grounds. The mist here was thicker than normal, unnaturally thick. He could barely see his hand in front of his face, but Gudbrand knew the way. His favorite runic stand was not too far, a few more steps...
"Ow, s***!" He shouted out quickly after he accidentally stubbed his toe on the piece of stone he was looking for. It's strength was beyond natural, after 10,000 years the carvings remained, and so did it's constant and unyielding strength, not a single crack or crumble dotted it's surface. Slowly, he got to his knees, and read the runes out to himself in silence. Afterwards, he simply sat in thought, a long goodbye to the place he adored so much. In the swirling mist he kneeled, the grass was long worn away on the spot, from thousands of years of men kneeling at this stand much like he was doing now.
On an unknown cue, he rose to his feet, his rigging making slight noises as it rubbed against his jeans and his shirt. It was getting colder, his breath was steaming quite a bit, though he had zipped up his jacket, and was wearing winter gloves and thermal clothing underneath his normal civilian wear. Now was time to get going, and so Gudbrand set out to return to his truck. The mist was making it hard to get around, but the way he entered was a worn trail, and after he found it's end, the bearded giant made his way back to the house. Finally, it was time to head to Murmansk. He only hoped there were answers when he got there.
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Post by Winters on Feb 23, 2015 20:47:17 GMT -5
There could have been a little more small talk between then for the next couple of hours, but between Rey not really up for talking, and their partner, who didnt seem to be big on small talk anyways, it left Madison alone with her thoughts. Every now and then, she would check in to see how their route was coming along, and sometimes even just stare out the window to bear witness to anything else she might see below. It was interesting seeing how much more wartorn with explosives the East had been compared to the United States. Apocalypse or not, any missle that entered into range of the USA, nuclear or otherwise, would have been retaliated anyways, so they were smart not to send any over seas. That meant Japan, and other parts of Europe, had been targets for safeguarding nuclear warefare. Maybe even testing, far as she knew. There definitely didnt seem like as much living anything here, which might work to their advantage or not, considering much as people had been the key to survival, they were also the downfall of it. Everybody knew that at this point, they just lived with it.
It was surprising how quickly Reys leg had grown back, and by the time they had been over Russia, or so their partner told them, it seemed to be fully in tact now. It wasnt scarred or anything, and it didnt look like it did before, it looked unnatural. Like it was constantly moving, and for lack of a better word, had a mind of its own. The more Rey pressed motor function, the more she was able to control and walk around the aircraft, and get back on her own two legs. She still didnt talk about how she felt about her being the product of experimentation, but from her past, Madison knew she was holding back waves of sorrow. She heard stories about what her own mother did to her when she worked for Umbrella, but it was still dark to her, because she never wanted to talk about it. Medical history for her was more complicated than the basic chat data, even if they came across a doctor with five year medical degree, they probably wouldnt understand what was going on unless they spent years with her.
However, the trio had been cooperating, and keeping a level head, and that evening, the plane had been right where it needed to be, judging by the plan where their partner gathered direction. Neither Madison nor Rey knew exactly what they were going to be doing once they were back on the ground, but she was well enough to walk on her own, and she didnt lose any of her fighting skills. If anything, her general health improved, which was good. One thing that did scare Madison a little was that the whole time, Rey wouldnt let her be kissed. Maybe it was something to do with her skin, but the texture seemed to have gone away like it was before. Madison came in, and forced herself close to her lover, pressing her lips against hers. It had been for a second or two, though not nearly passionate as she hoped. Rey pushed her away again, like something was wrong. It wasnt lack of attraction, there was something she just wasnt telling her.
"So, do you think were going to be landing, or will we need to parachute out, or something? I found six of them locked in this trunk, opening it was easy, but obvious they were past the last inspection date, though they couldnt have been tampered with far as I can see..." Madison bringing up the idea of jumping from the plane was a little more nerve wracking then she thought before, now that they were close to their destination, but it might be their only option. "...Whats the plan? And weve been partners for three days now. You know our names, you should give us something. Even if you lie to us. I know Rey might trust you more." Speaking for her girlfriend came second nature, especially when Rey didnt express her throughts, but communication was nessicary, and the man did have a name.
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