"The One Who Got Away" Jeffery Ryan, Six Years Ago, Gleaming in the sunlight, the diamond reflected, brightly glinting in broad daylight. Jeffery smiled at the jewel, it was marvelous, beautiful beyond comparison to anything he'd ever seen before. This was not just some fake, knock-off diamond, no, this was the real deal. A diamond mined from the gold mines of Nevada, it was an extremely rare specimen that was in the presence of a man who had little to no claim to any throne. Jeffery was an unremarkable man with an unremarkable past, the likes of which foreshadowed his current state of being, working in the crime industry.
"It's beautiful." A womanly voice remarks on the diamond.
"Very." Jeff adds.
Jeffery's hands glide over hers, feeling her smooth, soft, and delicate hands interlacing between his. Her hand fit perfectly in his, and his in hers. Smiling, she runs her free hand through Jeffery's hair, tasseling his already unkempt, hair. Laying on her body, Jeffery's hand raised the diamond for the two of them to see, they stared at it in awe. Adjusting his body, Jeff rested the back of his head on her bosom's, letting it sink in slightly.
"I love you." She whispers to him softly.
Jeffery turns his head to look into her gentle green eyes, they stare with ambition into Jeffery's.
"Wrong Path" Jeffery, New Vegas,
The battle began to die down as the NCR pushed to regain control, wiping out large groups of Dark Ones with their airstrikes. Desert Rangers had been deployed, assigned with picking off stray runners. The Ranger had disappeared, faded into the strips depths. Fire rose high, clouding the sky with smoke and the ground with chaos. Jeff powered through the ruins of a nearly collapsed building, ducking under fallen pillars and dodging the occasional stray bullet. Luckily, nobody currently inhabited the building, making it slightly easier to navigate.
"Wrong Path" Jeffery, New Vegas, "What do you mean?" Jeff responds, taking cover behind a pillar with the Ranger.
In the distance, the angered screams of several Dark Ones echoes throughout the strip. Bullets reign over the lands, leaving massive holes into the war-torn, pre-war buildings. Explosions let off somewhere nearby, sending a massive shock-wave, striking cracks into the buildings, debris released from the ceilings as a ball of fire rose high. The sound of propellers slapping the air brings a sudden fear into Jeff; airstrike.
"Everything Comes With a Price" Jeffery, New Vegas, Pulling the trigger, a quick jolt of fire is released from the handgun he held. The bullet spirals into the shoulder of a dark one. A scream of excruciating pain is released from the man as he grasps at his shoulder. Jeff finishes the job quickly, firing another bullet into his head. Once or twice, Jeff catches the Ranger observing Jeff. A smile broadens across his face with each kill, he enjoyed the killing, it was like a large game that he was winning. Occasionally, a stray bullet grazed Jeff as he massacred the small groups of dark ones.
((There's a massive riot on the strip, as stated, the NCR military police would not simply ignore this type of conflict, and I'll edit the post Sarg.))
"Not Just Mercs" Jeff, New Vegas, Following the Ranger, Jeff assists in killing more and more people by the minute, shooting down crowds of Dark Ones. Bullets from the many guns Jeff recovered find their way into the bodies of their masters. Jeff is slightly amused by the Dark Ones tenacity, their cunning ways. For some reason, Jeff had a euphoric feeling as he killed these people, not sexual, but just in general. The thought of overpowering someone was rewarding. Jeff was unsure what he was experiencing, he hated killing, but for some reason. it just felt natural to him at this point.
"It's her! Kill that b*tch!" One of the Dark Ones yells.
((Sorry, was at a tournament from 7 A.M. to 1 P.M.)) "Not Just Mercs" Jeff, New Vegas Watching the Ranger perform tactical takedowns with ease; Jeff is impressed by her finesse. This woman was obviously experienced in what she did, Jeff wondered where she learned her moves. Picking up a stray handgun from a decapitated woman, Jeff checks the gun for any bullets; thankfully three resided in the ammo clip. Scanning the body for any more ammo, Jeff comes across two extra clips of handgun ammo and two stimpaks. Regarding the Ranger's words, Jeff keeps his eyes on the lookout for anyone in leather armor. He didn't know why he was blatantly following a random woman's orders considered that he barely knew her, but he went along with them, regardless of its necessity. Picking off one of the soldiers, Jeff watches as one stumbles to the ground, clenching his throat as blood spews out of his jugular. It'd been awhile since Jeff had killed someone, but he still somehow retained the know-how of operating a handgun and using a mental-barrier to bring himself to pulling the trigger.
"So if these guys aren't mercs; then who are they? A secret milita?" Jeff asks the Ranger as they slip into an alleyway.
((Sarg, you can play as Jeff anytime you want to that way you're not bogged down whenever I'm away, just don't kill him.)) ((Oh, and all applications are accepted.))
((Not like the strip police are just gonna ignore a massive fight. Plus it makes things more interesting.)) "The Plot Thickens" Jeff, New Vegas, Piercing the Stimpaks' needle into his thigh, Jeff lets the morphine, antibiotic fusion rush through his veins, almost instantly eradicating the pain of the gunshot. Looking up to the woman, he watches as she mutilates a mans body. Blood gushes from his throat as his eyes stare wide at Jeff. Flinching when the Ranger throws the body to the ground, Jeff's eyes stay glued to the corpse.
"So what? We're just gonna wage war on some mercs?" Jeff responds, looking up from the body; blood still poured out onto the street.
Looking the woman up and down, Jeff can tell she's been in a fight, her tattered armor had tears and slash marks. Her face was still void of any expression, making it difficult for Jeff to decipher what she was thinking. Peeking through the cowl, Jeff's eyes spot the armor beneath her cloak, it resembles the dead guy's armor.
"The Plot Thickens" Jeff, New Vegas,
Passing through Freeside, Jeff somehow evaded the NCR evacuation troops that were heavily blockading the entrance to Vegas. The strip remained deserted, void of any present being that resided within. Those that were on the strip were barricaded in the casino's they stayed in. NCR military police guarded the doors of each casino, watching out for anyone who passed through.
"You! What are you doing?! Leave the strip immediately, can't you see we're evacuating?" One of the guards shouts.
Jeff looks to the guard, if he was caught, he'd obviously be arrested. Within a quick burst of no thought, Jeff sprints past the Gomorrah, the guards shout and take pot-shots at Jeff's feet. Quickly mounting up the walls that divided the road of the strip, Jeff climbs in a rush. Tossing his leg over the other side of the wall, Jeff leans and begins to swing his other leg over the wall. A bullet is fired, making its way into Jeff's leg. Pain shoots throughout Jeff's body as he's bolted over onto the other side, landing on his back. Air is knocked out of his lungs as he gasps in pain.
"The Plot Thickens" Jeff, Outskirts of Vegas,
Awakening to the sound of a massive explosion, Jeff bolts upward from the concrete. His eyes blink rapidly as his heart rate accelartes ten-thousand fold. Looking around, the darkness makes it hard to see anything as the sound of bullets accelerates. In the distance, Jeff spots the firey orange of a large explosion.
"What the-" Jeff mutters to himself.
Screaming sounds off in the distance, rocking every fiber of Jeff's being; people were dying.
"Hey lady!" Jeff yells out.
No response is heard.
"Lady?" Jeff asks out again; nothing.
"Oh sh*t." Jeff says as he stands up.
Looking off towards Vegas, Jeff watches as people scatter from Freeside.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me." Jeff mutters to himself as he looks off onto the city.
Figuring that the Ranger went off to save the day, Jeff grabs his things, which mainly consisted of a small pouch of nothing. Running off towards Freeside, Jeff makes his way towards the strip in a hurry. Gunshots, explosions, and yelling rises up ahead over the city. Jeff didn't know why he was going after the Ranger, maybe because she knew how to handle herself, all he knew was that she was his only way of "finding himself", plus she was pretty badass.
"Unwelcome" Robert, Helen, Stephanie, and Annabelle, Poughkeepsie, New York, An hour had passed, it seemed like forever to Anna who sat impatiently, holding her teddy bear close to her chest as her parents talked in weird tones of fear. Noises of frantic words echoed like a distant ghost through the car radio. A man's voice spoke words of immediate danger. It was all unnerving to a naive little girl, almost frightening. The only comfort Anna found was in her sisters words, Stephanie had tried to calm Anna down, using the techniques Helen had taught her so long ago. Beyond the mini-vans' tinted windows resided a world torn to pieces by the undead. Streets lined with the monsters that consumed the flesh of living things, it was a real-life horror movie, not so unlike the ones made by George Romero. Havoc erupted all around the family as the National Guard laid waste hundreds of thousands of bullets on the corpses that roamed the Earth.
Sirens sounded all throughout the city, initiating a state-wide panic that would shake the confines of average life. Roberts' eyes stay glued to the road as he looks out for any stray undead, soldiers, and really anything that found its way in front of the van. Helen calmly conversed with Robert over an emergency plan. Robert listened and nodded in response, though he paid little attention as he was still in shock from everything.
"Unrest" John, Kate, Chris, and Greg Brooklyn, New York, Hours had passed since the alarms sounded throughout the city and the National Guard swept through the city. An uneasiness descended upon John, he was unsure what to do, no proper instructions were issued to them, the news told them to evacuate to the Brooklyn Bridge, the National Guard told them to stay inside, meanwhile the sirens issued them to evacuate. Nothing clear came through, and it made John irritated. Greg had took charge, deciding to lock John, Kate, and Chris within the apartment. John was used to Greg being the leader as he typically was, he was better suited to command than anyone else in the apartment. Kate was curled up in a ball on the couch as her eyes stayed on the TV, watching the newscaster broadcast news, unsuccessfully trying to keep a calmness over the world.
"We should leave, get to the bridge, the National Guard will be there, they'll protect us and evacuate us to Ellis Island." Chris argues with Greg.
"Like hell we are, you heard them, those soldiers said it themselves, we're staying put and waiting for this all to clear up." Greg counters.
"Yeah, but we don't know if this will all just pass over Greg." John says.
"True, but do you want to go risking your life on the assumption that everything will be solved by the Guard?"
Chris shakes his head in disagreement.
"I can't believe this, I mean seriously how long do you think we can stay in here? We won't last a month without any supplies." Chris says.
"And what makes you think that? Surely we can handle ourselves." Greg says.
"Doubtful, we only have enough food to last us two weeks at the most. Without food, we'll starve." Chris responds.
"Unwelcome" Robert, Helen, Annabelle, and Stephanie, Poughkeepsie, New York,
The gruesome sight of the outside cast an immense feeling of impending doom over the family as they forced the garage door open. Smoke and fire filled the air as the National Guard plowed through the streets, opening fire on the undead that swarmed the neighborhood. Helicopters circled overhead, unleashing a massive wave of bullets on the hordes that engulfed many survivors. Grabbing a gasoline canister, Robert tosses the canister in the back seats of the mini-van; gun at the ready, Robert awaited the approach of any undead. Opening the front seat car door, Robert plunges into the car, quickly slamming the door shut. Robert quickly starts the car, the sound of the engine's roar marks the cars' readiness. Reversing out of the garage, Robert's eyes gaze up at the house that he and Helen worked so hard for, all the taxes, the mortigage, everything that they valued would be left behind. Their safety breached by those things. Speeding out of the cul-de-sac, Robert courses the car through more than one obstical, avoiding abandoned cars and the undead.
"Unwelcome" Robert, Helen, Stephanie, Annabelle, Upstate, New York, Scrambling through the closet, Robert removes several handgun clips, shotgun shells, and other useful items that could be used. Helen returns with an empty cardboard box, the likes of which would be used for the guns. Stashing the guns away in the box, Robert eases himself up on his good leg. Limping towards the kitchen, carrying the box of guns, Robert helps stack boxes on top of each other to reduce the amount of trips to and from the house. Opening the door to the garage, Robert quickly unlocks the back of the grey Toyota mini-van and stacks the boxes in the back seats. The garage light flickers on and off, indicating the fluctuation of power throughout the city. Silenced without a word, the garage lights flicker off, plunging Robert into darkness.
"Great." Robert sighs shuffling around the garage; making his way towards the door inside the house.
The shine of a flashlight through the door made it easy for Robert to make his way into the house.
"Rob, you there?" Helen asks.
"Yeah, here can you hand me that?" Robert responds as he shuffles next to her.
Helen hands Robert the flashlight, he takes it with ease as he calls out to his daughters.
"Stephanie, Annabelle, come on, grab your things and let's go!" Robert shouts.
Footsteps echo in the house, marking the sound of the daughters rushing towards the garage.
"Do we have everything we need Helen?" Robert asks.
"I think so." Helen responds.
"I'ma do a quick sweep of the house, see if we forgot anything valuable, stay put." Robert says as he rushes off back into the kitchen.
Scanning the area for anything forgotten, Robert picks up a stray cardboard box filled with cans of soup and other food items. Accepted
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Jeffery Ryan,
Six Years Ago,
Gleaming in the sunlight, the diamond reflected, brightly glinting in broad daylight. Jeffery smiled at the jewel, it was marvelous, beautiful beyond comparison to anything he'd ever seen before. This was not just some fake, knock-off diamond, no, this was the real deal. A diamond mined from the gold mines of Nevada, it was an extremely rare specimen that was in the presence of a man who had little to no claim to any throne. Jeffery was an unremarkable man with an unremarkable past, the likes of which foreshadowed his current state of being, working in the crime industry.
"It's beautiful." A womanly voice remarks on the diamond.
"Very." Jeff adds.
Jeffery's hands glide over hers, feeling her smooth, soft, and delicate hands interlacing between his. Her hand fit perfectly in his, and his in hers. Smiling, she runs her free hand through Jeffery's hair, tasseling his already unkempt, hair. Laying on her body, Jeffery's hand raised the diamond for the two of them to see, they stared at it in awe. Adjusting his body, Jeff rested the back of his head on her bosom's, letting it sink in slightly.
"I love you." She whispers to him softly.
Jeffery turns his head to look into her gentle green eyes, they stare with ambition into Jeffery's.
"I love you too Jennifer." He replies.
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Jeffery,
New Vegas,
The battle began to die down as the NCR pushed to regain control, wiping out large groups of Dark Ones with their airstrikes. Desert Rangers had been deployed, assigned with picking off stray runners. The Ranger had disappeared, faded into the strips depths. Fire rose high, clouding the sky with smoke and the ground with chaos. Jeff powered through the ruins of a nearly collapsed building, ducking under fallen pillars and dodging the occasional stray bullet. Luckily, nobody currently inhabited the building, making it slightly easier to navigate.
0
Jeffery,
New Vegas,
"What do you mean?" Jeff responds, taking cover behind a pillar with the Ranger.
In the distance, the angered screams of several Dark Ones echoes throughout the strip. Bullets reign over the lands, leaving massive holes into the war-torn, pre-war buildings. Explosions let off somewhere nearby, sending a massive shock-wave, striking cracks into the buildings, debris released from the ceilings as a ball of fire rose high. The sound of propellers slapping the air brings a sudden fear into Jeff; airstrike.
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Jeffery,
New Vegas,
Pulling the trigger, a quick jolt of fire is released from the handgun he held. The bullet spirals into the shoulder of a dark one. A scream of excruciating pain is released from the man as he grasps at his shoulder. Jeff finishes the job quickly, firing another bullet into his head. Once or twice, Jeff catches the Ranger observing Jeff. A smile broadens across his face with each kill, he enjoyed the killing, it was like a large game that he was winning. Occasionally, a stray bullet grazed Jeff as he massacred the small groups of dark ones.
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Jeff,
New Vegas,
Following the Ranger, Jeff assists in killing more and more people by the minute, shooting down crowds of Dark Ones. Bullets from the many guns Jeff recovered find their way into the bodies of their masters. Jeff is slightly amused by the Dark Ones tenacity, their cunning ways. For some reason, Jeff had a euphoric feeling as he killed these people, not sexual, but just in general. The thought of overpowering someone was rewarding. Jeff was unsure what he was experiencing, he hated killing, but for some reason. it just felt natural to him at this point.
"It's her! Kill that b*tch!" One of the Dark Ones yells.
0
"Not Just Mercs"
Jeff,
New Vegas
Watching the Ranger perform tactical takedowns with ease; Jeff is impressed by her finesse. This woman was obviously experienced in what she did, Jeff wondered where she learned her moves. Picking up a stray handgun from a decapitated woman, Jeff checks the gun for any bullets; thankfully three resided in the ammo clip. Scanning the body for any more ammo, Jeff comes across two extra clips of handgun ammo and two stimpaks. Regarding the Ranger's words, Jeff keeps his eyes on the lookout for anyone in leather armor. He didn't know why he was blatantly following a random woman's orders considered that he barely knew her, but he went along with them, regardless of its necessity. Picking off one of the soldiers, Jeff watches as one stumbles to the ground, clenching his throat as blood spews out of his jugular. It'd been awhile since Jeff had killed someone, but he still somehow retained the know-how of operating a handgun and using a mental-barrier to bring himself to pulling the trigger.
"So if these guys aren't mercs; then who are they? A secret milita?" Jeff asks the Ranger as they slip into an alleyway.
((Sarg, you can play as Jeff anytime you want to that way you're not bogged down whenever I'm away, just don't kill him.)) ((Oh, and all applications are accepted.))
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"The Plot Thickens"
Jeff,
New Vegas,
Piercing the Stimpaks' needle into his thigh, Jeff lets the morphine, antibiotic fusion rush through his veins, almost instantly eradicating the pain of the gunshot. Looking up to the woman, he watches as she mutilates a mans body. Blood gushes from his throat as his eyes stare wide at Jeff. Flinching when the Ranger throws the body to the ground, Jeff's eyes stay glued to the corpse.
"So what? We're just gonna wage war on some mercs?" Jeff responds, looking up from the body; blood still poured out onto the street.
Looking the woman up and down, Jeff can tell she's been in a fight, her tattered armor had tears and slash marks. Her face was still void of any expression, making it difficult for Jeff to decipher what she was thinking. Peeking through the cowl, Jeff's eyes spot the armor beneath her cloak, it resembles the dead guy's armor.
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Jeff,
New Vegas,
Passing through Freeside, Jeff somehow evaded the NCR evacuation troops that were heavily blockading the entrance to Vegas. The strip remained deserted, void of any present being that resided within. Those that were on the strip were barricaded in the casino's they stayed in. NCR military police guarded the doors of each casino, watching out for anyone who passed through.
"You! What are you doing?! Leave the strip immediately, can't you see we're evacuating?" One of the guards shouts.
Jeff looks to the guard, if he was caught, he'd obviously be arrested. Within a quick burst of no thought, Jeff sprints past the Gomorrah, the guards shout and take pot-shots at Jeff's feet. Quickly mounting up the walls that divided the road of the strip, Jeff climbs in a rush. Tossing his leg over the other side of the wall, Jeff leans and begins to swing his other leg over the wall. A bullet is fired, making its way into Jeff's leg. Pain shoots throughout Jeff's body as he's bolted over onto the other side, landing on his back. Air is knocked out of his lungs as he gasps in pain.
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Jeff,
Outskirts of Vegas,
Awakening to the sound of a massive explosion, Jeff bolts upward from the concrete. His eyes blink rapidly as his heart rate accelartes ten-thousand fold. Looking around, the darkness makes it hard to see anything as the sound of bullets accelerates. In the distance, Jeff spots the firey orange of a large explosion.
"What the-" Jeff mutters to himself.
Screaming sounds off in the distance, rocking every fiber of Jeff's being; people were dying.
"Hey lady!" Jeff yells out.
No response is heard.
"Lady?" Jeff asks out again; nothing.
"Oh sh*t." Jeff says as he stands up.
Looking off towards Vegas, Jeff watches as people scatter from Freeside.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me." Jeff mutters to himself as he looks off onto the city.
Figuring that the Ranger went off to save the day, Jeff grabs his things, which mainly consisted of a small pouch of nothing. Running off towards Freeside, Jeff makes his way towards the strip in a hurry. Gunshots, explosions, and yelling rises up ahead over the city. Jeff didn't know why he was going after the Ranger, maybe because she knew how to handle herself, all he knew was that she was his only way of "finding himself", plus she was pretty badass.
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Robert, Helen, Stephanie, and Annabelle,
Poughkeepsie, New York,
An hour had passed, it seemed like forever to Anna who sat impatiently, holding her teddy bear close to her chest as her parents talked in weird tones of fear. Noises of frantic words echoed like a distant ghost through the car radio. A man's voice spoke words of immediate danger. It was all unnerving to a naive little girl, almost frightening. The only comfort Anna found was in her sisters words, Stephanie had tried to calm Anna down, using the techniques Helen had taught her so long ago. Beyond the mini-vans' tinted windows resided a world torn to pieces by the undead. Streets lined with the monsters that consumed the flesh of living things, it was a real-life horror movie, not so unlike the ones made by George Romero. Havoc erupted all around the family as the National Guard laid waste hundreds of thousands of bullets on the corpses that roamed the Earth.
Sirens sounded all throughout the city, initiating a state-wide panic that would shake the confines of average life. Roberts' eyes stay glued to the road as he looks out for any stray undead, soldiers, and really anything that found its way in front of the van. Helen calmly conversed with Robert over an emergency plan. Robert listened and nodded in response, though he paid little attention as he was still in shock from everything.
"Unrest"
John, Kate, Chris, and Greg
Brooklyn, New York,
Hours had passed since the alarms sounded throughout the city and the National Guard swept through the city. An uneasiness descended upon John, he was unsure what to do, no proper instructions were issued to them, the news told them to evacuate to the Brooklyn Bridge, the National Guard told them to stay inside, meanwhile the sirens issued them to evacuate. Nothing clear came through, and it made John irritated. Greg had took charge, deciding to lock John, Kate, and Chris within the apartment. John was used to Greg being the leader as he typically was, he was better suited to command than anyone else in the apartment. Kate was curled up in a ball on the couch as her eyes stayed on the TV, watching the newscaster broadcast news, unsuccessfully trying to keep a calmness over the world.
"We should leave, get to the bridge, the National Guard will be there, they'll protect us and evacuate us to Ellis Island." Chris argues with Greg.
"Like hell we are, you heard them, those soldiers said it themselves, we're staying put and waiting for this all to clear up." Greg counters.
"Yeah, but we don't know if this will all just pass over Greg." John says.
"True, but do you want to go risking your life on the assumption that everything will be solved by the Guard?"
Chris shakes his head in disagreement.
"I can't believe this, I mean seriously how long do you think we can stay in here? We won't last a month without any supplies." Chris says.
"And what makes you think that? Surely we can handle ourselves." Greg says.
"Doubtful, we only have enough food to last us two weeks at the most. Without food, we'll starve." Chris responds.
Greg frowns as he looks to John.
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Robert, Helen, Annabelle, and Stephanie,
Poughkeepsie, New York,
The gruesome sight of the outside cast an immense feeling of impending doom over the family as they forced the garage door open. Smoke and fire filled the air as the National Guard plowed through the streets, opening fire on the undead that swarmed the neighborhood. Helicopters circled overhead, unleashing a massive wave of bullets on the hordes that engulfed many survivors. Grabbing a gasoline canister, Robert tosses the canister in the back seats of the mini-van; gun at the ready, Robert awaited the approach of any undead. Opening the front seat car door, Robert plunges into the car, quickly slamming the door shut. Robert quickly starts the car, the sound of the engine's roar marks the cars' readiness. Reversing out of the garage, Robert's eyes gaze up at the house that he and Helen worked so hard for, all the taxes, the mortigage, everything that they valued would be left behind. Their safety breached by those things. Speeding out of the cul-de-sac, Robert courses the car through more than one obstical, avoiding abandoned cars and the undead.
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Robert, Helen, Stephanie, Annabelle,
Upstate, New York,
Scrambling through the closet, Robert removes several handgun clips, shotgun shells, and other useful items that could be used. Helen returns with an empty cardboard box, the likes of which would be used for the guns. Stashing the guns away in the box, Robert eases himself up on his good leg. Limping towards the kitchen, carrying the box of guns, Robert helps stack boxes on top of each other to reduce the amount of trips to and from the house. Opening the door to the garage, Robert quickly unlocks the back of the grey Toyota mini-van and stacks the boxes in the back seats. The garage light flickers on and off, indicating the fluctuation of power throughout the city. Silenced without a word, the garage lights flicker off, plunging Robert into darkness.
"Great." Robert sighs shuffling around the garage; making his way towards the door inside the house.
The shine of a flashlight through the door made it easy for Robert to make his way into the house.
"Rob, you there?" Helen asks.
"Yeah, here can you hand me that?" Robert responds as he shuffles next to her.
Helen hands Robert the flashlight, he takes it with ease as he calls out to his daughters.
"Stephanie, Annabelle, come on, grab your things and let's go!" Robert shouts.
Footsteps echo in the house, marking the sound of the daughters rushing towards the garage.
"Do we have everything we need Helen?" Robert asks.
"I think so." Helen responds.
"I'ma do a quick sweep of the house, see if we forgot anything valuable, stay put." Robert says as he rushes off back into the kitchen.
Scanning the area for anything forgotten, Robert picks up a stray cardboard box filled with cans of soup and other food items.
Accepted